Post by Vargas on Mar 1, 2015 19:31:56 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in downtown Knoxville, Tennessee at the coveted Knoxville Civic Center, where TWF, Tennessee Wrestling Federation stormed through during its heyday. Tonight is more special than any other night, as it’s the homecoming for newly crowned World Heavyweight champion, Chad Vargas. The Knoxville Civic Center is packed tonight, as IcePik Dave is battling Korey the Krippler Kross, in the opening match, all of a sudden, the lights dim, up the OCWtron an image is seen.)
(IcePik Dave and Korey the Krippler stop grappling and gaze up at the image. As completely hated as Chad Vargas is, the home Tennessee faithful erupts with cheers at the image of Vargas. Then, all of a sudden pyros blast off from the entrance ramp, as Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Needle and the Spoon” controls the P.A. system. The crowd jeers get louder at the sound of Vargas theme music. After a few moments, Chad Vargas emerges from the darkness. He struts out wearing a pair of torn blue jeans, a white “#fuckintoldyaso” t-shirt, he’s also got a Tennessee Vols ballcap on backwards. His eyes covered with his signature purple tinted Oakley sunglasses. Topped off with the OCW World Heavyweight championship flung over his right shoulder. Going old school, Vargas clutches his personalized acoustic guitar dubbed over the years as ‘Bocephus’. He saunters down the aisle mouthing obscenities to the crowd the entire way, despite this, the fans still idolize him, and Vargas uncharacteristically slaps a few fans five on the way by.)
(Finally reaching the steal steps, he slowly climbs up, mouthing obscenities to Kross and Icepik Dave. Kross and Icepik Dave back up, but both stay in fighting stances, ready to tackle Vargas if they have too. Vargas climbs through the second rope and into the ring. He totally ignores the two house show wrestlers, and walks over to one of the turnbuckles, and climbs up raising the World Heavyweight championship into the air as the crowd completely erupts, ‘Vargas. Vargas. Vargas’ chants pick up. Vargas smirks arrogantly as he hops down from the turnbuckle, and turns his attention to the two house show “stars”. Vargas stands in front of them, eyeing both of them, before all of a sudden he bursts out in laughter.)
(Icepik Dave is the first one to make the move, as he lunges toward Vargas, Vargas wastes no time what so fuckin’ ever, dropping Icepik Dave to the mat with a guitar shot from hell, broken guitar pieces litter the ring, Kross takes his turn at Vargas who gets nailed in the face with two stiff right hands from Vargas, followed up by The Stroke! Vargas kicks the two lifeless bodies out of the ring and onto the floor outside. Vargas summons a microphone from some big titted sweat hog making minimum wage to announce the shit that is TWF. The crowd cools off on their cheers, hanging on Vargas’ words.)
Vargas: Home sweet fuckin’ home!!!
(The crowd cheers pick up again louder, He laughs arrogantly as he continues on.)
Vargas: I think Charlie Sheen said it best when he said… WINNING!
(The fucking cheers continue on, Vargas lets some of the loudness die down, as he starts over.)
Vargas: OCW World Heavyweight champion, Chad Vargas. Damn that sounds good. What a match last night. I know I talked a lot of shit about Mack O’Connor and Bob Grenier but they both put up a helluva fight. I’m lucky I’m able to walk under my own power this evening because as sore as I feel, I feel like that match aged me daggum 20 years! But, I also proved to not only O’Connor and Bob, that I back up the shit I talk. I went from underrated to World fucking Champion. I join an elite brotherhood of men that has held this championship. From Silverfreak to Lurrr, I admire each and every one of those men, and nobody can take it away from me. I beat two of the best OCW wrestlers to win it, and I intend on keeping it for a damn good while.
(Vargas paces the ring, thrusting the title back onto his shoulder.)
Vargas: Which brings me to my next point, roll that footage…
(The OCWtron plays back tape of a few weeks ago when both Chad Vargas and Treat Cassidy called out Danny B, asking Dean to set up a match against him no matter what the outcome of Revenge.)
Vargas: Y’all see that right? Just incase anybody forgot namely Danny B himself, I’m the fuckin’ one who called him out. I’m the one that begged Dean to ink the match three weeks ago. He has to come out and make his presence felt after the match of the fucking year last night like I’m suppose to be intimidated of that scrawny limey fuck. God damn he's so much like a woman it makes me sick. Danny B. He acts as if he's some world renown wrestler extraordinaire but i'd never fuckin' heard of 'em until a couple months ago. I surely hate to quote PerZag here, but – Danny, you are far from worthy of a OCW title shot, but you are worthy of a good ole fashion ass kickin, kind of like the one you’ll receive from me at Code of Silence. We’ve got some bad blood, and I’m fixin’ to right some wrongs.
Don’t act like you’re some well-known superstar either Danny, you’re some obscure subpar british ball sucker. You won a Central title and had your homeboy Jack Kenny pull some strings to get you into the Hall of Fame. If I had to choose one thing I’m sick of in OCW, that’s you. Rippercast, your rants, your bullshit, everything that surrounds Danny fucking B. You’re a fuckin’ cancer to OCW and the cure for cancer is Chad fuckin’ Vargas next month when I kick your fuckin’ teeth down your throat. Say what you want about being a multi-world champion, a two time Hall of Famer, nobody gives a fuck, trust me – surely not me. You’re title history is a 1/4th of mine. Winning the OCW championship last night, possibly my greatest glory, just happens to be my 99th championship won. So, take your 8 measly championship reigns, your hall of fame you snuck into, and the other hall you’re in from some shitty low-tier federation and cram it up your ass. Do us all a favor and take your ass back to the United Kingdom.
(Vargas is about to toss the microphone, but raises it back to his lips.)
Vargas: Oh yeah, I’M CHAMPION!!!! KING KONG AI'....
(IcePik Dave and Korey the Krippler stop grappling and gaze up at the image. As completely hated as Chad Vargas is, the home Tennessee faithful erupts with cheers at the image of Vargas. Then, all of a sudden pyros blast off from the entrance ramp, as Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Needle and the Spoon” controls the P.A. system. The crowd jeers get louder at the sound of Vargas theme music. After a few moments, Chad Vargas emerges from the darkness. He struts out wearing a pair of torn blue jeans, a white “#fuckintoldyaso” t-shirt, he’s also got a Tennessee Vols ballcap on backwards. His eyes covered with his signature purple tinted Oakley sunglasses. Topped off with the OCW World Heavyweight championship flung over his right shoulder. Going old school, Vargas clutches his personalized acoustic guitar dubbed over the years as ‘Bocephus’. He saunters down the aisle mouthing obscenities to the crowd the entire way, despite this, the fans still idolize him, and Vargas uncharacteristically slaps a few fans five on the way by.)
(Finally reaching the steal steps, he slowly climbs up, mouthing obscenities to Kross and Icepik Dave. Kross and Icepik Dave back up, but both stay in fighting stances, ready to tackle Vargas if they have too. Vargas climbs through the second rope and into the ring. He totally ignores the two house show wrestlers, and walks over to one of the turnbuckles, and climbs up raising the World Heavyweight championship into the air as the crowd completely erupts, ‘Vargas. Vargas. Vargas’ chants pick up. Vargas smirks arrogantly as he hops down from the turnbuckle, and turns his attention to the two house show “stars”. Vargas stands in front of them, eyeing both of them, before all of a sudden he bursts out in laughter.)
(Icepik Dave is the first one to make the move, as he lunges toward Vargas, Vargas wastes no time what so fuckin’ ever, dropping Icepik Dave to the mat with a guitar shot from hell, broken guitar pieces litter the ring, Kross takes his turn at Vargas who gets nailed in the face with two stiff right hands from Vargas, followed up by The Stroke! Vargas kicks the two lifeless bodies out of the ring and onto the floor outside. Vargas summons a microphone from some big titted sweat hog making minimum wage to announce the shit that is TWF. The crowd cools off on their cheers, hanging on Vargas’ words.)
Vargas: Home sweet fuckin’ home!!!
(The crowd cheers pick up again louder, He laughs arrogantly as he continues on.)
Vargas: I think Charlie Sheen said it best when he said… WINNING!
(The fucking cheers continue on, Vargas lets some of the loudness die down, as he starts over.)
Vargas: OCW World Heavyweight champion, Chad Vargas. Damn that sounds good. What a match last night. I know I talked a lot of shit about Mack O’Connor and Bob Grenier but they both put up a helluva fight. I’m lucky I’m able to walk under my own power this evening because as sore as I feel, I feel like that match aged me daggum 20 years! But, I also proved to not only O’Connor and Bob, that I back up the shit I talk. I went from underrated to World fucking Champion. I join an elite brotherhood of men that has held this championship. From Silverfreak to Lurrr, I admire each and every one of those men, and nobody can take it away from me. I beat two of the best OCW wrestlers to win it, and I intend on keeping it for a damn good while.
(Vargas paces the ring, thrusting the title back onto his shoulder.)
Vargas: Which brings me to my next point, roll that footage…
(The OCWtron plays back tape of a few weeks ago when both Chad Vargas and Treat Cassidy called out Danny B, asking Dean to set up a match against him no matter what the outcome of Revenge.)
Vargas: Y’all see that right? Just incase anybody forgot namely Danny B himself, I’m the fuckin’ one who called him out. I’m the one that begged Dean to ink the match three weeks ago. He has to come out and make his presence felt after the match of the fucking year last night like I’m suppose to be intimidated of that scrawny limey fuck. God damn he's so much like a woman it makes me sick. Danny B. He acts as if he's some world renown wrestler extraordinaire but i'd never fuckin' heard of 'em until a couple months ago. I surely hate to quote PerZag here, but – Danny, you are far from worthy of a OCW title shot, but you are worthy of a good ole fashion ass kickin, kind of like the one you’ll receive from me at Code of Silence. We’ve got some bad blood, and I’m fixin’ to right some wrongs.
Don’t act like you’re some well-known superstar either Danny, you’re some obscure subpar british ball sucker. You won a Central title and had your homeboy Jack Kenny pull some strings to get you into the Hall of Fame. If I had to choose one thing I’m sick of in OCW, that’s you. Rippercast, your rants, your bullshit, everything that surrounds Danny fucking B. You’re a fuckin’ cancer to OCW and the cure for cancer is Chad fuckin’ Vargas next month when I kick your fuckin’ teeth down your throat. Say what you want about being a multi-world champion, a two time Hall of Famer, nobody gives a fuck, trust me – surely not me. You’re title history is a 1/4th of mine. Winning the OCW championship last night, possibly my greatest glory, just happens to be my 99th championship won. So, take your 8 measly championship reigns, your hall of fame you snuck into, and the other hall you’re in from some shitty low-tier federation and cram it up your ass. Do us all a favor and take your ass back to the United Kingdom.
(Vargas is about to toss the microphone, but raises it back to his lips.)
Vargas: Oh yeah, I’M CHAMPION!!!! KING KONG AI'....
The crowd: GOT SHIT ON MEEEE!!!
(Vargas tosses the microphone, somehow it lands right in between the announcers cleavage. Vargas raises the World championship over his head as the scene fades to black.)
(Vargas tosses the microphone, somehow it lands right in between the announcers cleavage. Vargas raises the World championship over his head as the scene fades to black.)
