Post by "The Ripper" Danny B on Mar 28, 2014 20:55:38 GMT -5
“Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners and the new tag team champions…”
It had to have been the thousandth time that the phrase proudly pronounced by Belvedere at the end of the opening match of Blackout 2 had run through the head of The Ripper. He still couldn’t believe it even know.
“I never would have thought that I would have lost, yet I still cannot believe I won. Funny really how that works.”
Danny B is seen standing on the side of a dusty highway, a bright orange Lamborghini behind him. He was holding his OCW tag team championship, the purple detailing standing out to him.
“This is a strange honour for me, going towards Blackout I fully expected to be competing in the hazardous ladder match, in a singles match nonetheless, but what we did at the Pay Per View was show that anyone can make the best out of any situation. All of the other teams in that match had a couple of weeks to prepare, Amber and I only had a week. Now, we got lucky in the draw of course, coming in last, and with the role that TGO and Noah were on they would have been tough to beat. I mean the Danger Boiz were tough, really tough. We beat them, and I thank them for a hell of a match, but at the end of the day, as I stand here today, I am tag team champion again, and this time with my greatest rival.”
Danny slings the championship over his shoulder, looking up and down the dusty highway as he does, as expected, there is nothing to be seen except a cloud of dust running around.
“Time to head west I guess, even I am quite baffled at the fact that I essentially work for Jimmy Buffet now!”
Danny opens the door to his car, and slides into the driver’s seat. He places the gold and leather prize carefully on the passengers designated spot.
“You know something, I have no idea where the hell I am supposed to be heading!”
Danny B starts the complicated start up process anyway, revving the massive engine into life.
“Oh well, California it is!”
The car shoots into life, making a sound that would honestly scare any life in the area to death. Danny seems to be enjoying the big toy, mainly by the giant smile on his face. He finally takes off the handbrake and shoots off down the highway, way too fast for the camera to keep up. Luckily, Ripper being Ripper, he had installed one in the car, the feed switches to that one.
Danny is barely concentrating on the road as he dashes down it at over a hundred miles an hour.
“This is one reason I love America you know, the empty highways. One of the few places in the world where you can open up cars like this, although yet to hit the two hundred mile mark, nowhere is safe enough for that outside of Germany!”
The car continues to rev, gaining speed as time goes on. The OCW tag team championship gleams in the sunlight as he goes. The dusty highway now suddenly grows some grass, moving swiftly in the windy world. For anyone with a trained eye, they would notice that Danny was travelling into Texas, helped by the sign coming up that says ‘Welcome to Texas.’
“Guess it’s gonna take a while to get to LA, maybe I should have gotten a plane! Oh well, shit happens!”
For the first time since he began driving, a car was finally coming up the other way, its glossy black paint visible clearly in the distance.
“At least it’s not a cop, although I doubt that any would catch me in this car!”
A minute later Danny noticing that the car is travelling nearly as fast as his, the Subaru, as he came to recognize it, shot past him going nearly ninety. Danny glimpses a sight of a blonde woman behind the wheel, unable to tell anything else about her he simply continued on. Nothing more of note came by on the road, and the scenery wasn’t changing much as he did. Finally his attention was captured by the sounds of ‘Cult of Personality’ coming from his pocket.
“Answer phone.”
The once dormant radio system turns blue, and a woman’s voice comes through the bass ridden speakers.
“Hey, where are you?”
“West Texas, somewhere, not really sure where, the GPS was an optional extra.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you get it?”
“Never thought I would need it, shows what I know.”
“Well, get your ass to Austin, we have a matter to discuss.”
“Oh so formal, fine, I will be there as soon as I can.”
“You better.”
The light goes dead, indicating the end of the phone call. Ripper stares blankly out of the window for a moment.
“Jeez, no matter where you go or what you do, they are always on your ass!”
Danny tightens the grip on his steering wheel, a glint of platinum shines from a band on his left hand.
“Well fuck it, to Austin it is!”
Ripper revs the car up to maximum, increasing the MPH as he does, opening up the hyper car to its fullest potential and screams down the road, switching the camera off as he does so.
***************************************************
Another sunny day greats Austin as The Golden Warrior steps out of his hotel building at the crack of dawn. Danny had arrived in Austin late the night before, after taking over 24 hours to find it in the first place. For someone that drives across America a lot, it often seems he doesn’t actually know where he is going.
“Another sunny morning, I know they know I’m here, but frankly my dear, I couldn’t give a damn, now where the fuck is somewhere I can get a damn Mocha latte this time of the morning!”
As if he had spoken directly to the Gods themselves, a ray of sunlight creeps through the tall buildings of the Texan city, illuminating the ever famous green and white mermaid he was calling out for.
“Of fucking course, one of every street corner of America.”
Ripper crosses the empty main street and walks into the Starbucks, orders his drink and steps back out into the rising sunshine.
And of course, where would Danny B be without his cigarette? Ha, B be.”
With a small snicker Danny pulls out his signature pack of smokes, pulls one out, flicks it into the air and catches it beautifully between his lips.
“And of course no one is around to see that.”
Ripper lights his smoke, as he does, and watches people start to mill about on the streets, bleak eyed zombies dressed in suits start shuffling his way, looking for their morning brain juice. Danny steps out the way of the door as one reaches him, partially to be polite, partially because he is slightly worried about his brains being eaten. To be safe, he heads off down the street, away from the Starbucks heaven that people are looking towards. Of course it took only five minutes before another stream of people were heading towards the next available one, numbers increasing greatly as the time goes on. Sensing this was going to be a losing battle, Danny takes his shades from atop his head, placing them squarely on his face, about turning and heading back towards his hotel.
Less than five minutes later, Danny B was heading up in the elevator towards the luxurious penthouse suite that he had rented for the night. The doors opened at the top of the building, and Ripper is allowed to step straight into the huge room, a room that would be larger than most people’s apartments.
“Yeah, it will have to do I guess.”
That sly smile creeps across again as Danny removes his shades from his head, dropping them onto an ebony vanity table as he goes past. He crosses the room, and flops onto the comfy four poster bed positioned near the window. Suddenly he feels rather pleased that he had stopped over at a Gamestop on the way to the hotel, evidenced by his next phrase.
“Xbox, on.”
The sixty inch television mounted on the wall springs into life, as the black machine resting on the table beneath turns on. A minute later, after the loading process ends, Danny speaks again.
“Xbox, go to Skype.”
The famous blue load up screen comes on.
“Xbox call Amber Ryan.”
It rings, going on for nearly a minute. The screen then changes, showing the red locks and well made up face of his tag team partner.
“What the hell do you want Ripper?”
“Nice to hear from you as always Amber, actually I was just calling to check up on you. You didn’t seem to be doing all that well a couple of days ago.”
Amber’s features soften suddenly.
“Yeah, I’m fine, no need to worry about me.”
“I didn’t say I was worried! Just making sure that my tag team partner hasn’t gone off the deep end!”
“I’ll push you in the fucking deep end at this rate. Besides, not like you need me this week. Why did you take that fucking match anyway?”
“What the one against Kenshin?”
Amber’s response is a silent nod.
“Because it sounded like a damn good match to have, Kenshin is one hell of a fighter, and you know men, I have a lot to prove.”
“What the fuck makes you think I know you?”
“The fact that you have the tag team title belt in the background there.”
Amber looks back over her shoulder, the counterpart to Ripper’s gold and purple championship sits on a chair. She looks back at him inquisitively.
“What does that prove?”
“The fact that we beat a pair of brothers to win that title, it takes a hell of a team, one that is on the same page to beat brothers at any time, and that is exactly what we did.”
The corner of Amber’s painted lips curl upwards slightly.
“Maybe you’re right. But regardless, there is a bigger issue at the moment, and you know what I am talking about.”
“Yeah, you’re the only one who does. I’m here for them at the moment, they want to have a meeting with me, I can only imagine it has something to do with this coming week.”
“Well, that’s all well and good, but focus this week, last thing I fucking want is our team name to be soiled on the first show after the Pay Per View.”
“Well I can’t guarantee defeating him this week, the guy has only lost one match so far, but I tell you something, I will give that son of a bitch the fight of his life this week. Too many people still don’t seem to want to take me seriously, which is fine by me, just means I have to prove myself again.”
“I hope so, there is a shit load of stuff going down at the moment, don’t get caught up in it.”
“Look who’s fucking talking. See you at Massacre?”
“Yeah, I guess. Catch ya.”
Amber signs off the messenger service, leaving the blue and white screen for Ripper.
“She’s warming to me.”
Danny swings his legs off the bed, and grabs the coffee he left on the bedside table, taking down the last frothy swig.
“Guess I better go. Alright asshole, I’m ready.”
Danny was staring up at the ceiling, as if waiting for something to happen. Nothing does, but it gives Ripper a chance to appreciate the aertex ceiling.
Without a word, he stands up, walks across the room, grabbing his shades again as he does. As he stops at the elevator door, he stops suddenly.
“Xbox, turn off… Yes.”
The television and the wonderful games console it was linked to both turn off, Danny pushes the button to call the elevator, waiting potentially as it comes, whistling the Doctor Who theme. It comes eventually, empty as he expected. He steps in and presses the lowest possible button, thinks again, and presses the ground floor button instead. A minute later he was walking out the lobby once again. This time however, a limousine waits for him outside, a driver immaculately dressed in purple and silver waiting by the door.
“The old fuck will never change.”
Ripper slips into the back seat of the stretch, and opens the bottle of champagne resting in the visible cooler, pouring a glass and lighting a smoke.
“It’s five o’clock somewhere.”
The door shuts and Ripper is left to his thoughts.
“So, Kenshin Takamura. The main reason I took this match is because I respect the living hell out of Kenshin, he is a fucking good wrestler, a great style and a lot of honour to what he does, and of course it will always be an injustice that he lost the title this past week to that has been funny man Scoot Syren, that git really doesn’t deserve the TV time anymore, and I cannot wait til someone shuts him up for good.
But Kenshin, he has a career here and anywhere else he goes, but I tell you something, between you and me, there is an ulterior motive.”
The car finally starts up and begins to cruise along the beautiful Austin streets.
“Tsunami Sunshine, that is something I have to worry about really. They are two outstanding wrestlers, that have finally seemingly admitted to the fact that they were banging all along, they’ll be married and having kids next, which I wouldn’t mind. If I can bet Kenshin this week, I know that Amber and I would be able to defend against them if it arises, which it will, now that he hasn’t got the internet title, we are bound to have to defend against them, especially seeing as there really isn’t any teams left any more.
Look, I am going to cut this one short, because I wanna enjoy this ride. Kenshin, bring your honour, bring your battle. This one should be good, and trust me, when you see me again, I will give you more, the true me. See you soon.”
It had to have been the thousandth time that the phrase proudly pronounced by Belvedere at the end of the opening match of Blackout 2 had run through the head of The Ripper. He still couldn’t believe it even know.
“I never would have thought that I would have lost, yet I still cannot believe I won. Funny really how that works.”
Danny B is seen standing on the side of a dusty highway, a bright orange Lamborghini behind him. He was holding his OCW tag team championship, the purple detailing standing out to him.
“This is a strange honour for me, going towards Blackout I fully expected to be competing in the hazardous ladder match, in a singles match nonetheless, but what we did at the Pay Per View was show that anyone can make the best out of any situation. All of the other teams in that match had a couple of weeks to prepare, Amber and I only had a week. Now, we got lucky in the draw of course, coming in last, and with the role that TGO and Noah were on they would have been tough to beat. I mean the Danger Boiz were tough, really tough. We beat them, and I thank them for a hell of a match, but at the end of the day, as I stand here today, I am tag team champion again, and this time with my greatest rival.”
Danny slings the championship over his shoulder, looking up and down the dusty highway as he does, as expected, there is nothing to be seen except a cloud of dust running around.
“Time to head west I guess, even I am quite baffled at the fact that I essentially work for Jimmy Buffet now!”
Danny opens the door to his car, and slides into the driver’s seat. He places the gold and leather prize carefully on the passengers designated spot.
“You know something, I have no idea where the hell I am supposed to be heading!”
Danny B starts the complicated start up process anyway, revving the massive engine into life.
“Oh well, California it is!”
The car shoots into life, making a sound that would honestly scare any life in the area to death. Danny seems to be enjoying the big toy, mainly by the giant smile on his face. He finally takes off the handbrake and shoots off down the highway, way too fast for the camera to keep up. Luckily, Ripper being Ripper, he had installed one in the car, the feed switches to that one.
Danny is barely concentrating on the road as he dashes down it at over a hundred miles an hour.
“This is one reason I love America you know, the empty highways. One of the few places in the world where you can open up cars like this, although yet to hit the two hundred mile mark, nowhere is safe enough for that outside of Germany!”
The car continues to rev, gaining speed as time goes on. The OCW tag team championship gleams in the sunlight as he goes. The dusty highway now suddenly grows some grass, moving swiftly in the windy world. For anyone with a trained eye, they would notice that Danny was travelling into Texas, helped by the sign coming up that says ‘Welcome to Texas.’
“Guess it’s gonna take a while to get to LA, maybe I should have gotten a plane! Oh well, shit happens!”
For the first time since he began driving, a car was finally coming up the other way, its glossy black paint visible clearly in the distance.
“At least it’s not a cop, although I doubt that any would catch me in this car!”
A minute later Danny noticing that the car is travelling nearly as fast as his, the Subaru, as he came to recognize it, shot past him going nearly ninety. Danny glimpses a sight of a blonde woman behind the wheel, unable to tell anything else about her he simply continued on. Nothing more of note came by on the road, and the scenery wasn’t changing much as he did. Finally his attention was captured by the sounds of ‘Cult of Personality’ coming from his pocket.
“Answer phone.”
The once dormant radio system turns blue, and a woman’s voice comes through the bass ridden speakers.
“Hey, where are you?”
“West Texas, somewhere, not really sure where, the GPS was an optional extra.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you get it?”
“Never thought I would need it, shows what I know.”
“Well, get your ass to Austin, we have a matter to discuss.”
“Oh so formal, fine, I will be there as soon as I can.”
“You better.”
The light goes dead, indicating the end of the phone call. Ripper stares blankly out of the window for a moment.
“Jeez, no matter where you go or what you do, they are always on your ass!”
Danny tightens the grip on his steering wheel, a glint of platinum shines from a band on his left hand.
“Well fuck it, to Austin it is!”
Ripper revs the car up to maximum, increasing the MPH as he does, opening up the hyper car to its fullest potential and screams down the road, switching the camera off as he does so.
***************************************************
Another sunny day greats Austin as The Golden Warrior steps out of his hotel building at the crack of dawn. Danny had arrived in Austin late the night before, after taking over 24 hours to find it in the first place. For someone that drives across America a lot, it often seems he doesn’t actually know where he is going.
“Another sunny morning, I know they know I’m here, but frankly my dear, I couldn’t give a damn, now where the fuck is somewhere I can get a damn Mocha latte this time of the morning!”
As if he had spoken directly to the Gods themselves, a ray of sunlight creeps through the tall buildings of the Texan city, illuminating the ever famous green and white mermaid he was calling out for.
“Of fucking course, one of every street corner of America.”
Ripper crosses the empty main street and walks into the Starbucks, orders his drink and steps back out into the rising sunshine.
And of course, where would Danny B be without his cigarette? Ha, B be.”
With a small snicker Danny pulls out his signature pack of smokes, pulls one out, flicks it into the air and catches it beautifully between his lips.
“And of course no one is around to see that.”
Ripper lights his smoke, as he does, and watches people start to mill about on the streets, bleak eyed zombies dressed in suits start shuffling his way, looking for their morning brain juice. Danny steps out the way of the door as one reaches him, partially to be polite, partially because he is slightly worried about his brains being eaten. To be safe, he heads off down the street, away from the Starbucks heaven that people are looking towards. Of course it took only five minutes before another stream of people were heading towards the next available one, numbers increasing greatly as the time goes on. Sensing this was going to be a losing battle, Danny takes his shades from atop his head, placing them squarely on his face, about turning and heading back towards his hotel.
Less than five minutes later, Danny B was heading up in the elevator towards the luxurious penthouse suite that he had rented for the night. The doors opened at the top of the building, and Ripper is allowed to step straight into the huge room, a room that would be larger than most people’s apartments.
“Yeah, it will have to do I guess.”
That sly smile creeps across again as Danny removes his shades from his head, dropping them onto an ebony vanity table as he goes past. He crosses the room, and flops onto the comfy four poster bed positioned near the window. Suddenly he feels rather pleased that he had stopped over at a Gamestop on the way to the hotel, evidenced by his next phrase.
“Xbox, on.”
The sixty inch television mounted on the wall springs into life, as the black machine resting on the table beneath turns on. A minute later, after the loading process ends, Danny speaks again.
“Xbox, go to Skype.”
The famous blue load up screen comes on.
“Xbox call Amber Ryan.”
It rings, going on for nearly a minute. The screen then changes, showing the red locks and well made up face of his tag team partner.
“What the hell do you want Ripper?”
“Nice to hear from you as always Amber, actually I was just calling to check up on you. You didn’t seem to be doing all that well a couple of days ago.”
Amber’s features soften suddenly.
“Yeah, I’m fine, no need to worry about me.”
“I didn’t say I was worried! Just making sure that my tag team partner hasn’t gone off the deep end!”
“I’ll push you in the fucking deep end at this rate. Besides, not like you need me this week. Why did you take that fucking match anyway?”
“What the one against Kenshin?”
Amber’s response is a silent nod.
“Because it sounded like a damn good match to have, Kenshin is one hell of a fighter, and you know men, I have a lot to prove.”
“What the fuck makes you think I know you?”
“The fact that you have the tag team title belt in the background there.”
Amber looks back over her shoulder, the counterpart to Ripper’s gold and purple championship sits on a chair. She looks back at him inquisitively.
“What does that prove?”
“The fact that we beat a pair of brothers to win that title, it takes a hell of a team, one that is on the same page to beat brothers at any time, and that is exactly what we did.”
The corner of Amber’s painted lips curl upwards slightly.
“Maybe you’re right. But regardless, there is a bigger issue at the moment, and you know what I am talking about.”
“Yeah, you’re the only one who does. I’m here for them at the moment, they want to have a meeting with me, I can only imagine it has something to do with this coming week.”
“Well, that’s all well and good, but focus this week, last thing I fucking want is our team name to be soiled on the first show after the Pay Per View.”
“Well I can’t guarantee defeating him this week, the guy has only lost one match so far, but I tell you something, I will give that son of a bitch the fight of his life this week. Too many people still don’t seem to want to take me seriously, which is fine by me, just means I have to prove myself again.”
“I hope so, there is a shit load of stuff going down at the moment, don’t get caught up in it.”
“Look who’s fucking talking. See you at Massacre?”
“Yeah, I guess. Catch ya.”
Amber signs off the messenger service, leaving the blue and white screen for Ripper.
“She’s warming to me.”
Danny swings his legs off the bed, and grabs the coffee he left on the bedside table, taking down the last frothy swig.
“Guess I better go. Alright asshole, I’m ready.”
Danny was staring up at the ceiling, as if waiting for something to happen. Nothing does, but it gives Ripper a chance to appreciate the aertex ceiling.
Without a word, he stands up, walks across the room, grabbing his shades again as he does. As he stops at the elevator door, he stops suddenly.
“Xbox, turn off… Yes.”
The television and the wonderful games console it was linked to both turn off, Danny pushes the button to call the elevator, waiting potentially as it comes, whistling the Doctor Who theme. It comes eventually, empty as he expected. He steps in and presses the lowest possible button, thinks again, and presses the ground floor button instead. A minute later he was walking out the lobby once again. This time however, a limousine waits for him outside, a driver immaculately dressed in purple and silver waiting by the door.
“The old fuck will never change.”
Ripper slips into the back seat of the stretch, and opens the bottle of champagne resting in the visible cooler, pouring a glass and lighting a smoke.
“It’s five o’clock somewhere.”
The door shuts and Ripper is left to his thoughts.
“So, Kenshin Takamura. The main reason I took this match is because I respect the living hell out of Kenshin, he is a fucking good wrestler, a great style and a lot of honour to what he does, and of course it will always be an injustice that he lost the title this past week to that has been funny man Scoot Syren, that git really doesn’t deserve the TV time anymore, and I cannot wait til someone shuts him up for good.
But Kenshin, he has a career here and anywhere else he goes, but I tell you something, between you and me, there is an ulterior motive.”
The car finally starts up and begins to cruise along the beautiful Austin streets.
“Tsunami Sunshine, that is something I have to worry about really. They are two outstanding wrestlers, that have finally seemingly admitted to the fact that they were banging all along, they’ll be married and having kids next, which I wouldn’t mind. If I can bet Kenshin this week, I know that Amber and I would be able to defend against them if it arises, which it will, now that he hasn’t got the internet title, we are bound to have to defend against them, especially seeing as there really isn’t any teams left any more.
Look, I am going to cut this one short, because I wanna enjoy this ride. Kenshin, bring your honour, bring your battle. This one should be good, and trust me, when you see me again, I will give you more, the true me. See you soon.”