Vinny Gaso
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Post by Vinny Gaso on Jun 10, 2008 22:48:07 GMT -5
Fade in: A very fancy restaurant in downtown Miami, Florida. Up on the second floor is the V.I.P section of the building, and as the crew heads up the stairs, four very familiar people can be seen sitting around a table in one of the closed off glass rooms. The people in question are "Canadian Chaos" Trevor Thompson, "The Wall Street Beauty" Paige Mayfield, "The Wall Street Shooter" Thomas Mayfield, and of course, the leader of the Entourage, "Viper" Vinny Gaso. The four of them are sitting with a bottle of Dom Perignon, and are enjoying themselves. The crew knocks on the door, and Vinny pulls the glass door open to let them inside. He points them toward the corner of the room, where there is a good view of everyone, and chairs for them all to sit down on. Once everyone is inside and seated, we see that in addition to their champagne, they are enjoying a friendly game of Texas Hold Em, which Vinny appears to be winning at the moment. After the final hand is finished, the four of them begin to discuss recent events.
Thomas Mayfield: So, do you see how well our plan worked out?
Vinny Gaso: Yeah, I guess it did, but I could have gotten a World Championship match if I'd shown up.
Thomas Mayfield: Yes, but now we know for sure that they feel you are as valuable an asset as we do, because you didn't show up for a main event level match on pay per view, and you're being given a title shot the very next week anyway, even if it is for a different championship.
Paige Mayfield: Yeah, and besides, I don't know what you feel about my performance, but judging by how well you did in my eyes, I'd say I made it more than worth your while to stay home on our end of things as well.
Vinny Gaso: That you did baby, that you did. Still though, I really wanted that title shot. Oh well, the main reason I wanted it was that I wanted another shot at Jeff Payne, and he blew his chance anyway, so I guess I didn't lose out too badly, since I know I will eventually get another shot at the gold.
Thomas Mayfield: That's the spirit, enjoy what you DO have, don't dwell on what you don't. You and I have a big match this week for the Tag Team Championships, don't forget about that my friend.
Vinny Gaso: Oh don't worry, I haven't forgotten about the fact that we are just a few days away from being the first ever WAA Tag Team Champions. In fact, I think this is probably the better way to do things the more I think about it. See, it never occurred to me until now, but if I win the Tag Championships with you now, and THEN become a singles champion, that's TWO titles instead of one.
Thomas Mayfield: See Vinny? I told you we'd have you thinking like us in no time at all. That is exactly why we got you to do what we did, because two championships are better than one, something you shall soon learn about first hand. However, before you can hold two, you must first win the first, which means that we cannot get ahead of ourselves. We have the two guys you and Carnage slaughtered two weeks ago, but the other team is a guy named Big T, and Carnage himself.
Vinny Gaso: Oh really? That's interesting, because I was hoping I would get another chance to pound on those two scrubs in the near future. I wasn't exactly expecting it to be quite THIS soon, but that's totally cool with me, the sooner the better. As for Big T and Carnage, I am not overly concerned. Carnage is a good wrestler, but he's not Vinny Gaso, nor is this Big T guy. It really doesn't matter who they put in front of us this week Thomas, the end result is going to be the same. You and I are going to walk out of the Saddledome as the NEW WAA Tag Team Champions, and there ain't a damn thing anyone can do about it.
Paige Mayfield: Don't worry dad, I'll make sure my "other" daddy isn't TOO worn out before the big match. I'll take it easy on him this week, I promise.
Thomas Mayfield: *laughs* That's my girl, always looking out for her family. On a more serious note though, I like your enthusiasm Vinny, but remember, we don't know much about this Big T, so we can't just write him off as a nobody. The other two, sure, we've seen what they DON'T have to offer this great sport, but Carnage we know is well versed in the ring, and with Big T being something of a mystery to us, keep your confidence up, but don't let it become arrogance, that will cost you in the long run.
Vinny Gaso: Gotcha. Anyway, for now, I am not overly concerned with him, because to my knowledge, no one has even seen or heard anything of him since he signed his contract, so for all we know, he may not even have the guts to show up to the arena this week, in which case, Carnage is in some serious trouble, skilled or not, because whatever else happens, you and I are going to be a well oiled machine out there, and whoever has to deal with that kind of punishment is going to be in bad shape, especially if they show up without a partner to take some of the heat off of them.
Thomas Mayfield: That I will agree with. However, regardless of what happens with that situation, we still need watch out for Carnage, he may only be one man, but as we all saw in the tag match a couple of weeks back, he is no ordinary man. Like I said, confidence is good, just don't get too far ahead of yourself Vinny. Keep in mind, you would probably be World Champion right now if you hadn't done that with Jeff Payne.
Vinny Gaso: Yes Thomas, I'm aware of that, thanks for the reminder. Anyway, with the big man over there watching our backs, and Paige at ringside, I am confident that when all is said and done, the result will be exactly as I described it earlier. NEW WAA tag Team Champions, The Entourage! You're six foot ten, three hundred and twenty pounds. I'm six foot six, two hundred and seventy-five pounds. We certainly have a lot going for us in the power game, and it is no secret that when I want to, I can fly around the ring with the best of them. We may not be perfection, but we're about as close as you can get in this type of a match, where god knows what can happen.
Paige Mayfield: And as you said, if anything starts to go against our plan, you've got me right there with you, and Canadian Chaos over here won't be far from the action, and will be watching VERY closely to make sure we have everything going our way. I know my father told us not to get too cocky, but I'm sorry, I am sitting between the first ever WAA Tag Team Champions, I just know it! Call it a hunch, call it women's intuition, call it arrogance, I don't care, you two are going to take home the gold, and that is just the way it is.
Thomas Mayfield: See what you've done Vinny? Now you've got her doing it too! Haha, oh well, I guess a little over confidence is better than no confidence at all, especially with this big of an opportunity in front of us. Fact is, regardless of the outcome of this match, there are big things in your future Vinny. You were a star on the rise on your own, but with us backing you? Let's just say, it is only a matter of time before you get the chance you've been seeking at winning the big one. The only difference? You won't be fighting alone next time.
Vinny turns to face the camera before speaking once again.
Vinny Gaso: Hey boys, just in case you missed what has just been said here today, we are coming into Revolution with one thing in mind, the Tag Team Championships. Are you ready to do battle with two men as focused as Vinny Gaso and Thomas Mayfield? I doubt it, but for your sakes, I hope you are, because if not, this is going to be even more of a slaughter than I originally thought it would be, and that's saying something. Until next time, this is The Entourage saying so long, and see you again very soon.
With that, Vinny and the rest of The Entourage get to their feet, clean up their mess, and leave a nice sized tip. Once they've done all of that, they make their way out of the glass room and down the back stairs, heading for the parking lot.
Fade to Black
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Post by Big T on Jun 15, 2008 14:04:17 GMT -5
The scene opens up, and we see Big T sitting there in his locker room, after the pay-per-view, having had to stay backstage on the night due to some kind of legal thing, something about a fault with the contract, and even though he was scheduled to compete, the mangement of WAA had stuffed something up, but he didn't care, all he was waiting for now was the final nod, the signal, and he'd let loose the kind of destruction that he always did, leaving nothing in his path alive. Certain people here had got lucky, either his attention had been diverted in the past, or they'd been fortunate enough to crawl to safety just before the full force of the power he possessed had come crashing down on them, but this time was different, this time it was all going to change, no-one would survive, and then his train of thought was interrupted by a buzzing noise, his cell phone going off, the sound of "King Of The Stereo" by Saliva blasting through the room as the phone continued to ring, and he left it for a little while, enjoying the tune, and then he picked it off the wooden table next to him, and looked at the caller ID, it reading "Michelle", and as he was about to answer it, the name became blurry, followed by the phone, and then the rest of the room, his hands then beginning to shake, his knees going weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his great body mass causing a thud as he hit the deck, convulsing, as if he was having some kind of fit, until suddenly, nothing......he stopped dead, no movement, it didn't even look like he was breathing, and after a while, the light bulb began to suspiciously flicker slower, until it went out and the room was plunged into darkness.
Big T opened his eyes, and saw nothing but darkness. It surrounded him on all sides, and he slowly got to his feet, and footsteps echoed out in the shadows, and he knew someone, or something was there with him, probably watching him, waiting for the right moment, but he didn't take a defensive stance, instead waiting for this thing to show itself, so he could better assess the incident, and then a deep demonic laughter filled this strange place, a laugh he recognised instantly, it was his own, yet it didn't come from him in that moment, which, in his world, only meant one thing.
Big T - I was waiting for you to rear your ugly head.
The Immortal Demon - Well, I hate to disappoint.
Big T - Look, skip the bullshit, I really don't have the time or the patience.
The Immortal Demon - Fine, I'll stop with the small talk. I was only trying to lighten the mood.
Big T - I really couldn't care.
The Immortal Demon - I can see that. We're more alike than you care to realise.
Big T - Of course we're alike you fool, we're two sides of the same coin and we meet in the middle.
The Immortal Demon - That's what I wanted to talk to you about.
Big T - What?
The Immortal Demon - Meeting in the middle.
Big T - Is that why you bought me here? Dragged me into the depths of my own mind just so we could "meet in the middle".
The Immortal Demon - It's a little more important than that, but you get the idea.
Big T - The shakes, what about them? Were they really necessary?
The Immortal Demon - No, they weren't vital to it, but call it dramatic effect.
Big T - You're sick and twisted.
The Immortal Demon - Takes one to know one.
Big T just laughs.
Big T - Fair point, but serisouly, couldn't you have just popped up in the mirror?
The Immortal Demon - If I'd have done that, you'd have been talking to yourself, and someone could have walked in.
Big T - I guess, look, we're getting off subject. I'll give this meeting in the middle a try, but the minute I think it doesn't work, it stops. Do I have your word.....I mean my word.....I mean our.....look, you know what I mean.
The Immortal Demon - Evidently I don't, seeing as you don't even know what you mean.....I mean I don't know.....we don't know......now you've got me at it.
Big T smiles cheekily.
The Immortal Demon - Asshole.
Big T - Takes one to know one.
The Immortal Demon looks at the dark ground and shakes his head, knowing it's all been turned around on him.
Big T - Ok, we'll give this "partnership" a try in the tag title match that's coming up. Sound fair.
The Immortal Demon - I'll agree with that.
Big T - Good.
The pair stand there, an uneasy silence falling, until it's interupted but the echo of a female voice fills the shadows.
Female Voice - Dad.....Dad.....are you ok?
The two look around, and then back at each other.
Big T - Time to go.
The Immortal Demon - True, but remember our deal.
Big T sits upright, looking around the locker room, everything back to normal, the words of his darker side echoing in his head, and then his crimson eyes lock onto those of his daughter's, a concerned look across her face.
Michelle - Dad, are you ok?
Big T just laughs.
Big T - I'm fine, must have just fallen asleep.
Michelle - On the floor?
Big T - Yeah, it's boring and a bit annoying having to sit around and do nothing, even though you've been booked but can't fight because of some stupid little admin error.
Michelle - So you thought you'd fall asleep on the floor.
Big T - Yeah, it's more comfortable than the sofa, and also, I could fall off the sofa, I can't fall off the floor.
Michelle laughs at the silly answer.
Michelle - I guess you're right. If you're ok, then I've got to go and see some people about work.
Big T - Go, I've got to get my gear together and then I'll meet you in the car.
Michelle - Ok dad.
Michelle leaves the room, closing the locker room do behind her, and Big T stands up, stretching out, before going over to grab his jacket, and then the mirror catches his eye, and he stares at himself, his reflection seeming normal, until his crimson eyes pulsate suddenly, a small, sharp glow eminating from them, and then a sick smile forms across his face.
Big T - Game time.
Big T laughs before grabbing the rest of his stuff as the scene fades out.
The scene opens up, and we see Big T walking around the backstage area of the Pengrowth Saddledome in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, home of the NHL team the Calgary Flames, and the stage the next WAA show, Revolution, and once again, Big T is teamed up with Carnage to go for the tag team championships, the only difference this time being that the admin error with his contract has been sorted, so now he can legally beat the living hell out of his opponents, something he rather enjoys doing, and as he turns the corner, the backstage crew all give him space, not wanting to become victims of his infamous temper, when from nowhere, a female voice shouts at him from behind.
Female Voice - Big T, Big T, can I get an interview with you please for this upcoming show?
Big T turns around, and sees Taylor Synder running towards him, followed closely by a WAA camera crew, and as she tries to apply the brakes, her shoes give no grip on the floor, and she goes sliding down the corridor, almost as if she was ice skating, and Big T reaches out, grabbing Taylor's wrist as she goes to slide past him, lifting her effortlessly into the air, stopping a potentially painful, and hilarious accident.
Taylor - Thanks. Could I please the get the first interview with the legendary Big T?
Big T - Whoa, I'm no legend. Legend status to me means you are already, or very nearly past it.
Taylor - I'm sorry, I mean the immortal.
Big T smiles.
Big T - Better.
Before Talyor can continue, her brother, Tyler's voice is heard.
Tyler - Hold up, I'm getting the interview with him.
Tyler tries the same thing as his sister, with the same results, only this time, Big T sticks his foot in the way, and Tyler connects with it, sending the WAA interviewer flying forward, landing flat on his face, which amuses Big T, who know feels he's made up for saving Taylor. When Tyler finally regains his footing, he brushes himself down, and walks over to Big T, standing on the other side of the giant.
Tyler - Look sis, I'm getting the first ever interview with Big T here in WAA.
Before it can descend into a family squabble, Big T steps in.
Big T - This is why I don't let people interview me. So many things can go wrong and piss me off, so, before you can say things you'll regret, just give me the mics and get out of here.
Big T holds out both of his hands, and the two siblings hesitantly place their microphones in his huge hands, and then walk away from the scene, looking back at Big T.
Big T - Go buy yourselves a coffee, talk about things, maybe grab a doughnut, commit some incest, see what I care.
Big T then turns back to the camera, and raises the microphone that Tyler gave him.
Big T - Finally........
Big T then stops, looking at the mic, banging the top of it, and then he shakes his head and throws it aside with considerable force, lodging it into the corridor wall.
Big T - Stupid thing don't work.
Big T then raises Taylor's microphone.
Big T - Ladies and gentlemen, what you have just witnessed there, was a once in a lifetime event, which you'll probably never see again as long as you live, so cherish the memory. No, I don't mean the two Synder siblings getting horny with each other, but I mean the one thing that Big T, never does, and that's save someone just out of the kindness of my cold, black, dead heart. Hell, that monumental event should be shown on pay-per-view, but anyway, moving swiftly on, I know you all paid good money to see the pay-per-view, or should I say see me, Big T in action, but the fact was, due to an administration error, in other words, either TG One, or Alexis fucked up, again, as per usual, which means I couldn't legally go out there and hurt someone, which means I couldn't compete, which in turn ruined everything......but that's about to change. See, this coming Revolution, I'm once again thrown into the tag team title situation with Carnage, going up against Johnny Insane and his Rainman-like brother, and two other clowns who think their something special, but before I verbally destory my opponents, I got a little message for you Carnage, one you should sit up and take notice of, it's something I say to all the people who I have to team with, and it's not really a threat, more a friendly warning. Son, you better keep up, pull your weight, because the minute you drop the ball, I will beat the living hell out of you, and then some. Ask Johnny Insane what happens when you're on my team and you fuck up. He was there, he saw it, at an old RWC pay-per-view, called Battlelines. He watchyed Gwen Rose, an insignificant member of my team, who didn't do her job, she got the beating of a lifetime, not only then, but then on the following show, she fell victim to a certain situation which was all my doing. That's what happens when you fuck me over, so, quite simply, don't.
Big T then brings up a load of phlegm, and spits it on the ground, the cameraman looking at him in disgust, which Big T notices.
Big T - What? You rather I spit at you, or maybe punch your teeth down your throat?
Big T then shrugs his shoulders and begins with the verbal bashing of his opponents.
Big T - That's better. Now, I looked at the list of people who are in the match and to tell you the truth, I ain't impressed. The Entourage, sounds like a bunch of rejects, groupies who got slapped down by some megastar, so they finally came to a place where anyone would pay attention, it doesn't matter who gave them the time of day, or what company would pay them more than the McDonald's hourly wage, and so they settled here, all four of them. I mean Vinny Gaso, that's about right, the gas bit anyway. From what I've seen of the arrogant prick, he ain't nothing but hot air, talking about how me and Carnage ain't Vinny Gaso, and to be honest, he's right, we don't suck that much. I wouldn't wanna be you Vinny, because I've got it all and you don't have a damn thing. You can't punch, kick, bite, cheat, wrestle or even speak properly. The way I see it, the only claim to fame you've got is the fact that your mother is your sister, and speaking of that, if you dig deep enough, people will probably find that the rest of your little crew are close family, and I mean real close. You claim you'll be walking out of the Saddledome as the tag team champions, but the fact is, you won't be walking out of the arena at all, in fact, to go into more detail, you won't be breathing when they're carting you, not in an ambulance, oh no, but more like in a hearse, and that goes for Tommy as well. You said that you won't write me off as a nobody because you don't know enough about me, and that makes you as stupid as Vinny. If you'd have bothered to even think about doing your homework before this match, then you would be so clueless. You would have know about the beginning, the Raleigh Massacre, the family fued. You'd realise that the world in which you live and breath wasn't always like this, the wrestling business was something different, until I came along, destroyed the business, piece by piece and re-built it single-handedly by myself in my own image. It's why things like being extreme, death, blood, darkness and fear are allowed to reign supreme, and it's why they'll always continue to exsist. It's why sluts can break into the business, and there's a subject you're familiar with. I mean look at your daughter, Paige. She's a two dollar.....no, thirty cent......no, buy one get one free, can I get change from a nickel whore, and looking at you, and the company you keep, you're probably sitting across the room from your own daughter, undressing her with your eyes, letting those sick thoughts about shafting her in the shower play in your mind, getting her pregnant, and letting her give birth to another "Vinny Gaso" clone, you sick fuck. In fact, don't come down to the ring at Revolution, because I will add you to the list of people who have met a certain, permanent fate at my hands, and if you don't believe me, ask someone like Anthony Phoenix, or maybe even TG One, and they'll tell you, when I talk, you listen, and when I fight, you die.
Big T then pauses for a moment, stroking his beard before continuing.
Big T - With that said and done, it just leaves me with two. Jacky Williams and Johnny Insane. Jacky, how can you stomach being realted to the biggest faliure the business has ever seen. Johnny has done one thing perfectly, and that's choke on the big occasion. He always has done, and he always will do, but before I start on Johnny, and trust me, the things I could say about him are real mean, I gonna have my fun at the expense of him brother. From what people say, you're only as strong as your weakest link, but the thing is, I can't quite decide who's gonna fuck it up first. They say certain traits run in the family, I mean look at mine. We've got strength, good looks, intelligence, power, charisma, loyalty, an unquenchable appetite for destruction and we all definatley share demonic blood, but that's enough about me and my family, lets look at yours. Fear, nerves, the ability to fail in everything they do, ugliness, stupidity, boy, looking at that list for your family traits, I don't hold much hope for you guys. Maybe you should quit now and go join Uncle "Wacky" Willbert Williams the third on the ranch, you know, round up some cows, ride some horses, and I mean that in any way you can imagine. Hey look, one team likes the old incest angle, and the other swings more towards animal farm, it's a weird world we live in today, but finally, I've reached the end of this little piece, and to be honest, with all the things that the two opposing teams get up to, it kind makes me, and the rest of the world put our heads down the toilet and puke up, but we're stronger than that, so, last but not least, Johnny Insane, the spotlight falls on you.
Big T laughs.
Big T - So, are you ready Johnny? Do you remember the last time we went up against each other? Battlelines, last year, tag team elimination match, and what happened? Oh wait, that's right, you were doing so well, in fact you were winning, standing ready to break the curse, and then, without warning, I stood there, blocking your path, eliminating my own team member, before ripping you and David Arnold apart single-handedly, and forever dooming you to a life of misery. Sure, you can talk about your hardcore title wins, and maybe beating me in a steel cage on one house show, but then, hold it, you didn't really beat me, did you? No, you beat my tag partner, thus allowing you the win, but you didn't really gain a victory over me. By association maybe, but the thing is, you've never actually beaten me by pinfall or submission, whereas I've beaten you on the big stages all the damn time, not just pinfall, but I mean beaten up, bloody, battered, bruised and then broken. Hell, I hear that you suck that much, you fucked Stacie and your kids up, but not only that, the guys you share a locker room with won't go in the shower while your around, something about you hiding out, waiting for them to get naked and then pouncing. Talk about desperate, now you're trying to imitate Anthony Phoenix, but that just shows how much of a big star you are, you share a locker room with half the roster, we all know you like sharing, if you get my meaning, but you're also stealing Phoenix's thing. Damn boy, just leave, walk out the door, tail between your legs, before I carve you up into little pieces and seel the parts on ebay, and trust me, they'd go for a fortune, but not because they belonged to you, but because I sliced and diced, and everyone wants a bit of my artwork, so, step up, the more the merrier, come to the party, but don't expect to leave with the tag team titles, and that goes for all of you, the only thing you'll be getting is a fully certified death certificate with your name on it, signed, dated, and stamped by me, personally. Requiescat in pace, and if you don't know what it means, look it up.
Big T drops the microphone and walks away from the camera as the scene fades out.
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