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An Eventful Draft Day!
by Gumble Thu Sep 28, 2017 12:36 am
It's draft day on Monday night Fusion and the fans are excited for the unknown! Which superstars are going where? which titles go to what brand? But on this day... something else ocurred...
It's a rainy night in downtown LA, the streets are filled with people huddling under the store fronts to get out of the rainfall. The neon signs cut through the night and shine down, reflecting off the wet asphalt. The camera pans to a particular gentleman's club in the heart of the street.
The scene fades in as if we entered the club ourselves, panning through the reception area and through a red curtain with golden trim, the club bustled with people, from the average Joe to the businessmen, each sharing something in common whether it be to cure loneliness or maybe to just forget about their work day.
Golden railings trailed around the stages, each one having a podium with a pole right in the center, passing each stage we see people leaning on the railings showering the girls in compliments as well as dollars, before coming to the last stage where it seems to be an argument going on.
A hooded man dressed from head to toe in black holds an outstretched hand out to one of the girls on stage while being apprehended by 2 security guards, one for each arm. After trying to shake the security off him his hood falls from his head.
Bannon
Just... Take my hand and I will save you
The light shines off the pale skin of his arm before it gets put behind his back.
DJ
And now welcome our newest addition to the stage..... Wilma!
The lights spin and point to the main stage entrance as a drumroll plays, the drums die out and the lights go down, teasing the guests. During this Bannon is still struggling against the club security.
The lights flash back on showing a figure dressed in a pink feather gown, boa scarf wrapped around her arms and neck, The spectators cheers turn to disgust as the new girl spins around revealing a bushy beard and a balding head. Hands on hips Billy doesn't look pleased.
Billy Weaver
Hey, I said Weaver not Wilma!
The crowd continues booing as Weaver heads down the catwalk not taking any notice of the naysayers, as he does a spin at the end of it a familiar face catches his eye, A smile flickers across his face as he positions himself accordingly, taking off his robe he runs full force at the edge of the stage launching himself off and wiping out the security guards and Bannon sending them tumbling into the crowd around them, popping back up Weaver laughs as he looks at the heap of humanity, admiring his work he plucks a beer from one of the onlookers and turns to walk over to Bannon, before he takes a step he gets turned around by the man he stole the beer from.
Guy
Hey what the hell do you think you're doing? You hillbilly piece of white trash.
The man gets too close to Weaver saliva spilling from his mouth as he's talking, with a face full of spit Billy rolls his eyes.
Weaver
Now why did you have to go and do that for?
Before the man could respond the hillbilly headbutts the chap sending him down to the ground with a bloody nose. Billy shakes his head as he turns back around to kick Bannon's ass however he actually turned around right into a left hook by Bannon, Billy dizzily takes a swig of his beer while the harbinger of darkness looks at him with a puzzled look, Bannon punches him again this time with a right, Billy just takes another swig of beer and looks unimpressed, this goes on for quite some time before Bannon explodes with rage putting his full force into a wicked uppercut rocking Weaver who sways back taking the last sip of beer he can before falling back towards Bannon smashing the bottle over his forehead which brings Weaver to the floor and Bannon to his knees. Bannon laughs and looks up blood trickling down between his eyebrows, reaching his hands out to each side he looks up at the ceiling continuing to laugh for a few moments, giving time for Billy to get back up.
Weaver
Wut's so funny?
Bannon's joyous face drops to a scowl, this time he would not be mocked, he will save Billy Weaver if it's the last thing he does.
Bannon
The light is where cowards stay, come to the darkness, for I am the shepherd to which you are the sheep---
Bannon spews his cult talk as Billy crosses his arms, looking down Weaver notices he forgot to remove the pink feather scarf from his performance earlier, Billy shrugs before walking over to Bannon.
Bannon
--the time will come when you will accept the healing touch and be saved by darkness incarnate, now my friend come to me or suff--
Weaver
Dude, Shut up!
Billy stands right behind him, scarf in hand as he looms over the kneeling Bannon, wrapping it around his neck he puts one foot on his back while strangling him with the scarf, feathers rip off the scarf one finding it's way into Bannon's mouth as he gasps for air.
Finally letting go Billy walks back over to the bar sitting down at a stool before looking at the terrified barman.
Weaver
One beer... Please.
The barman grabs the nearest bottle he can find and slides it towards the hillbilly, not wanting to get close to the maniac. Billy sips his beer and taps on the bar while humming a soft tune, looking up at the mounted TV he says...
Weaver
Hey, have you guys got SportsCente--
Before he could finish his question a bar stool gets cracked over his back and Bannon grabs hold of the beaten up Weaver, grabbing him by the back of his jeans and his neck he spins around before sending him clean over the bar crashing into the glass drinks cabinet, hopping the bar Bannon grabs Billy and takes him to the end of the bar, running at full speed he throws him along the bar, Weaver slides on the wet bar hitting glass after bottle before coming to a complete stop. Billy is motionless, scratches and cuts cover his face. Bannon stumbles back panting heavily while leaning against the nearest wall.
The sound of distant police sirens fill the silence that had befalled the club, after a little while the sound of snoring accompanys the sirens, Bannon looks over at the bar, Weaver still lain across it realising that Billy isn't knocked out, he's just sleeping!
The anger fills his eyes as he knows he needs to finish this once and for all. Skulking over to the stationary Weaver, he once again reaches his hands out to the side.
Bannon
Look, a fly caught in my web, nowhere to run,nowhere to go, defeat starts to set in and soon you will be save--
Billy's eyes flicker open quickly realising that he needs to act fast he slides off the bar kicking Bannon below the belt making him keel over. Grabbing Bannon he runs him over to the stage throwing him onto it before jumping up himself, Picking the dark one up and ramming him straight through it! The groggy Bannon tries to get back up to his feet but he stumbles right back into Weavers grasp as he sends him straight through another pole...
Picking him up a third and final time he goes to throw Bannon through the last pole but his momentum is used against him propelling Billy through the last pole and off the stage.
Bannon jumps down and drags Weaver by his arms over to the DJ booth, and finally hauls the floundering hillbilly up the stairs and against the decks. Yet before he could capitalise Weaver comes to reaching into his pocket and throwing sediment into the cult leaders eyes. Bannon claws at his eyes trying to scrape it out.
Weaver
What? you never heard of no pocket sand before?
Billy grabs Bannon by his head and smashes it on one of the decks making a scratch sound effect, with Bannon's head still on the decks he grates his head on the record making the sound once again. Weaver now smiling although missing a few teeth lays Bannon on the decks before climbing up himself, with crazy intentions Weaver lifts Bannon to his feet and puts him in a suplex position, lifting the self proclaimed healer overhead and off the raised platform both men fall and land on the hard floor as blue lights and sirens flood the building.
A while passes as both men stand on their own two feet staring at one another, Billy opens his mouth as if to say one of his smartass remarks but before words could come out Bannon punches him square on the jaw spit, sweat and blood spraying the air, Police storm the room armed with bean bag guns and tazers, but that doesn't stop Weaver from getting his revenge, WHAM! Billy punches Bannon square in the nose making fresh blood trickle out of his nose and over his lips.
Police
STOP NOW OR WE WILL ENGAGE.
Both men now stand swinging punch after punch being aimed at by a squad full of cops with no intention of stopping. Realising this, one officer shoots a bean bag right at Blly's chest while another pops Bannon in the back with one, Both men shrug the bags off as they keep swinging meanwhile the cops baffled at the men's resilience (and stupidity) call for the big guns, 2 tasers are shot at each man bringing them both down to their knees, each mans arms giving out and limp at their sides.
Police
Alright boys, the only way we can get these guys in is if we give them a little nap.
After saying this two officers walk over to the beat down brawlers and knock them out with a powerful hit with the butt of their rifles, the scene fades as the officers cuff the unconscious Bannon and Billy weaver.
It's a rainy night in downtown LA, the streets are filled with people huddling under the store fronts to get out of the rainfall. The neon signs cut through the night and shine down, reflecting off the wet asphalt. The camera pans to a particular gentleman's club in the heart of the street.
The scene fades in as if we entered the club ourselves, panning through the reception area and through a red curtain with golden trim, the club bustled with people, from the average Joe to the businessmen, each sharing something in common whether it be to cure loneliness or maybe to just forget about their work day.
Golden railings trailed around the stages, each one having a podium with a pole right in the center, passing each stage we see people leaning on the railings showering the girls in compliments as well as dollars, before coming to the last stage where it seems to be an argument going on.
A hooded man dressed from head to toe in black holds an outstretched hand out to one of the girls on stage while being apprehended by 2 security guards, one for each arm. After trying to shake the security off him his hood falls from his head.
Bannon
Just... Take my hand and I will save you
The light shines off the pale skin of his arm before it gets put behind his back.
DJ
And now welcome our newest addition to the stage..... Wilma!
The lights spin and point to the main stage entrance as a drumroll plays, the drums die out and the lights go down, teasing the guests. During this Bannon is still struggling against the club security.
The lights flash back on showing a figure dressed in a pink feather gown, boa scarf wrapped around her arms and neck, The spectators cheers turn to disgust as the new girl spins around revealing a bushy beard and a balding head. Hands on hips Billy doesn't look pleased.
Billy Weaver
Hey, I said Weaver not Wilma!
The crowd continues booing as Weaver heads down the catwalk not taking any notice of the naysayers, as he does a spin at the end of it a familiar face catches his eye, A smile flickers across his face as he positions himself accordingly, taking off his robe he runs full force at the edge of the stage launching himself off and wiping out the security guards and Bannon sending them tumbling into the crowd around them, popping back up Weaver laughs as he looks at the heap of humanity, admiring his work he plucks a beer from one of the onlookers and turns to walk over to Bannon, before he takes a step he gets turned around by the man he stole the beer from.
Guy
Hey what the hell do you think you're doing? You hillbilly piece of white trash.
The man gets too close to Weaver saliva spilling from his mouth as he's talking, with a face full of spit Billy rolls his eyes.
Weaver
Now why did you have to go and do that for?
Before the man could respond the hillbilly headbutts the chap sending him down to the ground with a bloody nose. Billy shakes his head as he turns back around to kick Bannon's ass however he actually turned around right into a left hook by Bannon, Billy dizzily takes a swig of his beer while the harbinger of darkness looks at him with a puzzled look, Bannon punches him again this time with a right, Billy just takes another swig of beer and looks unimpressed, this goes on for quite some time before Bannon explodes with rage putting his full force into a wicked uppercut rocking Weaver who sways back taking the last sip of beer he can before falling back towards Bannon smashing the bottle over his forehead which brings Weaver to the floor and Bannon to his knees. Bannon laughs and looks up blood trickling down between his eyebrows, reaching his hands out to each side he looks up at the ceiling continuing to laugh for a few moments, giving time for Billy to get back up.
Weaver
Wut's so funny?
Bannon's joyous face drops to a scowl, this time he would not be mocked, he will save Billy Weaver if it's the last thing he does.
Bannon
The light is where cowards stay, come to the darkness, for I am the shepherd to which you are the sheep---
Bannon spews his cult talk as Billy crosses his arms, looking down Weaver notices he forgot to remove the pink feather scarf from his performance earlier, Billy shrugs before walking over to Bannon.
Bannon
--the time will come when you will accept the healing touch and be saved by darkness incarnate, now my friend come to me or suff--
Weaver
Dude, Shut up!
Billy stands right behind him, scarf in hand as he looms over the kneeling Bannon, wrapping it around his neck he puts one foot on his back while strangling him with the scarf, feathers rip off the scarf one finding it's way into Bannon's mouth as he gasps for air.
Finally letting go Billy walks back over to the bar sitting down at a stool before looking at the terrified barman.
Weaver
One beer... Please.
The barman grabs the nearest bottle he can find and slides it towards the hillbilly, not wanting to get close to the maniac. Billy sips his beer and taps on the bar while humming a soft tune, looking up at the mounted TV he says...
Weaver
Hey, have you guys got SportsCente--
Before he could finish his question a bar stool gets cracked over his back and Bannon grabs hold of the beaten up Weaver, grabbing him by the back of his jeans and his neck he spins around before sending him clean over the bar crashing into the glass drinks cabinet, hopping the bar Bannon grabs Billy and takes him to the end of the bar, running at full speed he throws him along the bar, Weaver slides on the wet bar hitting glass after bottle before coming to a complete stop. Billy is motionless, scratches and cuts cover his face. Bannon stumbles back panting heavily while leaning against the nearest wall.
The sound of distant police sirens fill the silence that had befalled the club, after a little while the sound of snoring accompanys the sirens, Bannon looks over at the bar, Weaver still lain across it realising that Billy isn't knocked out, he's just sleeping!
The anger fills his eyes as he knows he needs to finish this once and for all. Skulking over to the stationary Weaver, he once again reaches his hands out to the side.
Bannon
Look, a fly caught in my web, nowhere to run,nowhere to go, defeat starts to set in and soon you will be save--
Billy's eyes flicker open quickly realising that he needs to act fast he slides off the bar kicking Bannon below the belt making him keel over. Grabbing Bannon he runs him over to the stage throwing him onto it before jumping up himself, Picking the dark one up and ramming him straight through it! The groggy Bannon tries to get back up to his feet but he stumbles right back into Weavers grasp as he sends him straight through another pole...
Picking him up a third and final time he goes to throw Bannon through the last pole but his momentum is used against him propelling Billy through the last pole and off the stage.
Bannon jumps down and drags Weaver by his arms over to the DJ booth, and finally hauls the floundering hillbilly up the stairs and against the decks. Yet before he could capitalise Weaver comes to reaching into his pocket and throwing sediment into the cult leaders eyes. Bannon claws at his eyes trying to scrape it out.
Weaver
What? you never heard of no pocket sand before?
Billy grabs Bannon by his head and smashes it on one of the decks making a scratch sound effect, with Bannon's head still on the decks he grates his head on the record making the sound once again. Weaver now smiling although missing a few teeth lays Bannon on the decks before climbing up himself, with crazy intentions Weaver lifts Bannon to his feet and puts him in a suplex position, lifting the self proclaimed healer overhead and off the raised platform both men fall and land on the hard floor as blue lights and sirens flood the building.
A while passes as both men stand on their own two feet staring at one another, Billy opens his mouth as if to say one of his smartass remarks but before words could come out Bannon punches him square on the jaw spit, sweat and blood spraying the air, Police storm the room armed with bean bag guns and tazers, but that doesn't stop Weaver from getting his revenge, WHAM! Billy punches Bannon square in the nose making fresh blood trickle out of his nose and over his lips.
Police
STOP NOW OR WE WILL ENGAGE.
Both men now stand swinging punch after punch being aimed at by a squad full of cops with no intention of stopping. Realising this, one officer shoots a bean bag right at Blly's chest while another pops Bannon in the back with one, Both men shrug the bags off as they keep swinging meanwhile the cops baffled at the men's resilience (and stupidity) call for the big guns, 2 tasers are shot at each man bringing them both down to their knees, each mans arms giving out and limp at their sides.
Police
Alright boys, the only way we can get these guys in is if we give them a little nap.
After saying this two officers walk over to the beat down brawlers and knock them out with a powerful hit with the butt of their rifles, the scene fades as the officers cuff the unconscious Bannon and Billy weaver.
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