KENTA vrs. Shinsuke Nakamura (Unstoppable SF RP #1)
Apr 18, 2014 20:19:47 GMT -6
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CO-MAIN EVENT
SINGLES MATCH - Semi-Finals
Johnny B. Vs Daniel Smart
This is where it gets down to the nitty gritty. The winner of this match will move on to Best of the Best main event to crown the first ever MSW Champion.
Hooooly shit, you guys, it's almost here! The Best of the Best is just around the corner, and its Main Event will truly showcase the very best that the MSW has to offer. Will it be the shoo-ins to win, "Heroic" Autobot Peyton Von Licht or No-Doubt-About-It Evil Decepticon Bryce Manning? Will it be Mr. Knee-DS himself, Daniel Smart? Or could it even be Supreme Military Commander, President-for-Life, and King of Kings of the Socialist Democratic Federated Republic of Bonecrushia (totally not a stylized rip-off from anything so don't Google shit, son!), Johnny B.?
If people were taking bets on who would win it all at BotB, chances are, JBC would be considered the bet that would net the most money, which is just a nice way of saying that the odds ain't in his favour. All the same, he's done something that the Lichts, Mannings and Smarts of the world have also done: won every match they've been put in in this tournament, Hell, every match in the history of the young company!
So does that mean that The Johnny's 1/4 Best of the Best?
Immediately after the Bonecrusher-Harrison bout, Johnny makes his way backstage to cool off before he's got to get back into the ring against Daniel Smart. The Women of Tradition Match is about to begin and is visible on a nearby television set, so JBC sits down in front of the set, but after a few moments, he just shuts the tv off. It's not that he hates women or even just women wrestlers, he thinks it's just great anyone and everyone can become a professional wrestler. He just needs a few moments of respite from the calamity and commotion of the wrestling world.
Why is he back in the sport? Why doesn't he just stay retired? He's way over his head! He just came back to have some fun, and now he's way over his head! This is a younger man's sport! Not every wrestler can still go at 100% in their mid-30's! Great. Just great! F***! F**********!!!
And with that little existential crisis behind him, he switches the tv back on and takes a swig from a bottle of water he hopes was actually his. ...Yep, it's his. He takes some of the water into his palm and splashes it onto his face. He was legitimately disappointed at how relatively easy it was to take Mike Harrison down. It wasn't without retaliation, but it just felt too... wait a minute...
Waaaait a minute...
Holy shit! I just remembered something! Johnny B. don't give a fuck!
Johnny grabs a hold of the tv as if he wanted to hurl it to the ground in anger, but then he realizes that dem shits expensive, so he just lets go and turns to face the camera.
Johnny B.: "Let me make one thing perfectly clear, fans in the arena, fans at home, fans illegally watching this online, and everyone in the MSW: The Johnny ain't shook! Ask him! Ask The Johnny himself! You! Over there!"
He points two fingers at someone off-screen. The camera swings around to reveal an unassuming older gentleman about to bite into a stale donut. Dem shits was fresh this morning, but without proper storage, they get hard quick, son! Remember that for next time, caterers of MSW! Johnny motions with those same two fingers for the man to come over to his side. The man points at himself confused as to what this crazy bastard wants with him, takes a bite from the aforementioned donut, and shuffles his way towards the veteran wrestler.
Unassuming Older Gentleman: "Y-yes, may I help you?"
Johnny B.: "I dunno, old-ass man, let's see! Now, does The Johnny look shook to ya?"
Unassuming Older Gentleman: "Uhh... umm... does... The Johnny look what?"
Johnny rolls his eyes and impatiently exhales.
Johnny B.: "Shook! Shook! Scurred! Headin' ta church! ..........F***in' scared! Worried! Concerned! Hello, McFly?!"
Unassuming Older Gentleman: "You're asking if Johnny's scared?"
Johnny digs his tongue into the inside of his bottom lip and clenches his fists.
Johnny B.: "Ask me again! I dare you! I double dare you, trick! Repeat my question to me!"
Looking visibly concerned for his well-being, as he foolishly remains within arms' reach of this evidently mentally unstable individual, he stammers for a bit in order to gather his thoughts. Whatever he says next could make him or break him... literally!
Unassuming Older Gentleman: "Uhh, I'm going to say... The Johnny does... not?... look, um, shook?"
Mere moments pass, but to this regular person they feel like an eternity. Will he survive this encounter with a violent lunatic? He's the MSW physician; should he blurt that out in a desperate attempt to try to reason with this bald-headed goon? His sideburns and moustache combo's too awesome: he can't look away! He notices! He notices him noticing his facial hair! Will he take this as a sign of aggression? Will Bob, or Mike, or John, or whatever mundane name this poor bastard has ever see his lovely wife and kids again? Oh, why! Why did he come over? The guy doesn't look that fast - he reasons that he could have easily outran him if needed be. He curses his hindsight as more eternity-moments pass. This maniac's expression hasn't changed a bit! He hasn't even blinked once! Oh, my God! Here it comes! The end! The lights feel brighter, his body feels lighter, in his mind he concocts a makeshift Last Will and Testament that no one will ever be able to access! Here it comes, oh Jesus, here it comes...
Nothing.
Johnny's visage finally softens, and his lower lip juts out just slightly as he nods in approval.
Johnny B.: "Damn rights he doesn't! And that's because-"
The physician, overwhelmed by the perceived sudden change in his fortune, passes out. Johnny quickly kneels down and tries to wake the guy up with some slaps.
Johnny B.: "Is there a physician around? This man's passed out all of a sudden!"
He looks around, but no one initially responds. He just shrugs and gets back to his feet, brushing his knees off.
Johnny B.: "Now... where was I?... Oh, yeah. Shook! Daniel Smart, The Johnny, The Pre-Millennium Wrestler, King Shit on Fuck Mountain, however you say it, this guy right here simply and unequivocally ain't any level of shook! You're shook! And if you ain't shook, let the shooking commence, son! You're entering the ring with... oh shit, I ran out of aliases. Well, let's just say that you're entering the ring with a 15-year veteran of the squared circle, a man who's done it all and then some in this industry - Hell, I'm pretty sure I even mopped the floors that time the janitor called in sick!"
Finally some first aid folk come to tend to the physician. Johnny looks down at them doing their thing. One of them looks up at him accusingly.
Johnny B.: "I-I didn't do shit! He just passed out after I asked him a simple-ass question! Maybe he's anemic or some shit!"
Tired of their judging eyes, he just walks away, beckoning the cameraman to follow him.
Johnny B.: "Things like that always happen to me! I just can't catch a break!
And what better a segue than that to describe what's going to happen to you in that ring, Smart! You're gonna be catching all sorts of breaks there, and none of them the good kind! Now, okay, yeah yeah, we're both allegedly beloved by the fans: you appreciatively and me begrudgingly. So, I guess I gotta go easy on you, for the sake of our possibly mutual fanbase... right? ...Right?!
Wrong, sucka! This is a big-time big-deal tournament, and you know I ain't just gonna, oh gee shucks, take it sleazy on ya. Far from it, actually! The only thing I won't do is make some lame-ass anecdote using your last name to your disadvantage. I will, however, say that- no, no, I'm not gonna suggest that if you're smart that you'll let me put you out of your misery quickly... but I will say that when I'm through with you, rain or shine, you are gonna smart after my Boma Ye barrage neutralizes your Knee-DS nailings!"
He slaps his right knee before giving a knowing glance to the camera.
Johnny B.: "Shinsuke Nakamura always beats KENTA!"
He chuckles and seems all-around proud of his little comment, but moments later he frowns and looks confused.
Johnny B.: "Be-because, you see, Nakamura's got th-the Boma Ye, and KENTA's got that... f***in'... kick... thing..."
Looking a bit flustered, he throws his hands up.
Johnny B.: "F*** off, I got work ta do!"
And with that, JBC goes MIA.
If people were taking bets on who would win it all at BotB, chances are, JBC would be considered the bet that would net the most money, which is just a nice way of saying that the odds ain't in his favour. All the same, he's done something that the Lichts, Mannings and Smarts of the world have also done: won every match they've been put in in this tournament, Hell, every match in the history of the young company!
So does that mean that The Johnny's 1/4 Best of the Best?
Immediately after the Bonecrusher-Harrison bout, Johnny makes his way backstage to cool off before he's got to get back into the ring against Daniel Smart. The Women of Tradition Match is about to begin and is visible on a nearby television set, so JBC sits down in front of the set, but after a few moments, he just shuts the tv off. It's not that he hates women or even just women wrestlers, he thinks it's just great anyone and everyone can become a professional wrestler. He just needs a few moments of respite from the calamity and commotion of the wrestling world.
Why is he back in the sport? Why doesn't he just stay retired? He's way over his head! He just came back to have some fun, and now he's way over his head! This is a younger man's sport! Not every wrestler can still go at 100% in their mid-30's! Great. Just great! F***! F**********!!!
And with that little existential crisis behind him, he switches the tv back on and takes a swig from a bottle of water he hopes was actually his. ...Yep, it's his. He takes some of the water into his palm and splashes it onto his face. He was legitimately disappointed at how relatively easy it was to take Mike Harrison down. It wasn't without retaliation, but it just felt too... wait a minute...
Waaaait a minute...
Holy shit! I just remembered something! Johnny B. don't give a fuck!
Johnny grabs a hold of the tv as if he wanted to hurl it to the ground in anger, but then he realizes that dem shits expensive, so he just lets go and turns to face the camera.
Johnny B.: "Let me make one thing perfectly clear, fans in the arena, fans at home, fans illegally watching this online, and everyone in the MSW: The Johnny ain't shook! Ask him! Ask The Johnny himself! You! Over there!"
He points two fingers at someone off-screen. The camera swings around to reveal an unassuming older gentleman about to bite into a stale donut. Dem shits was fresh this morning, but without proper storage, they get hard quick, son! Remember that for next time, caterers of MSW! Johnny motions with those same two fingers for the man to come over to his side. The man points at himself confused as to what this crazy bastard wants with him, takes a bite from the aforementioned donut, and shuffles his way towards the veteran wrestler.
Unassuming Older Gentleman: "Y-yes, may I help you?"
Johnny B.: "I dunno, old-ass man, let's see! Now, does The Johnny look shook to ya?"
Unassuming Older Gentleman: "Uhh... umm... does... The Johnny look what?"
Johnny rolls his eyes and impatiently exhales.
Johnny B.: "Shook! Shook! Scurred! Headin' ta church! ..........F***in' scared! Worried! Concerned! Hello, McFly?!"
Unassuming Older Gentleman: "You're asking if Johnny's scared?"
Johnny digs his tongue into the inside of his bottom lip and clenches his fists.
Johnny B.: "Ask me again! I dare you! I double dare you, trick! Repeat my question to me!"
Looking visibly concerned for his well-being, as he foolishly remains within arms' reach of this evidently mentally unstable individual, he stammers for a bit in order to gather his thoughts. Whatever he says next could make him or break him... literally!
Unassuming Older Gentleman: "Uhh, I'm going to say... The Johnny does... not?... look, um, shook?"
Mere moments pass, but to this regular person they feel like an eternity. Will he survive this encounter with a violent lunatic? He's the MSW physician; should he blurt that out in a desperate attempt to try to reason with this bald-headed goon? His sideburns and moustache combo's too awesome: he can't look away! He notices! He notices him noticing his facial hair! Will he take this as a sign of aggression? Will Bob, or Mike, or John, or whatever mundane name this poor bastard has ever see his lovely wife and kids again? Oh, why! Why did he come over? The guy doesn't look that fast - he reasons that he could have easily outran him if needed be. He curses his hindsight as more eternity-moments pass. This maniac's expression hasn't changed a bit! He hasn't even blinked once! Oh, my God! Here it comes! The end! The lights feel brighter, his body feels lighter, in his mind he concocts a makeshift Last Will and Testament that no one will ever be able to access! Here it comes, oh Jesus, here it comes...
Nothing.
Johnny's visage finally softens, and his lower lip juts out just slightly as he nods in approval.
Johnny B.: "Damn rights he doesn't! And that's because-"
The physician, overwhelmed by the perceived sudden change in his fortune, passes out. Johnny quickly kneels down and tries to wake the guy up with some slaps.
Johnny B.: "Is there a physician around? This man's passed out all of a sudden!"
He looks around, but no one initially responds. He just shrugs and gets back to his feet, brushing his knees off.
Johnny B.: "Now... where was I?... Oh, yeah. Shook! Daniel Smart, The Johnny, The Pre-Millennium Wrestler, King Shit on Fuck Mountain, however you say it, this guy right here simply and unequivocally ain't any level of shook! You're shook! And if you ain't shook, let the shooking commence, son! You're entering the ring with... oh shit, I ran out of aliases. Well, let's just say that you're entering the ring with a 15-year veteran of the squared circle, a man who's done it all and then some in this industry - Hell, I'm pretty sure I even mopped the floors that time the janitor called in sick!"
Finally some first aid folk come to tend to the physician. Johnny looks down at them doing their thing. One of them looks up at him accusingly.
Johnny B.: "I-I didn't do shit! He just passed out after I asked him a simple-ass question! Maybe he's anemic or some shit!"
Tired of their judging eyes, he just walks away, beckoning the cameraman to follow him.
Johnny B.: "Things like that always happen to me! I just can't catch a break!
And what better a segue than that to describe what's going to happen to you in that ring, Smart! You're gonna be catching all sorts of breaks there, and none of them the good kind! Now, okay, yeah yeah, we're both allegedly beloved by the fans: you appreciatively and me begrudgingly. So, I guess I gotta go easy on you, for the sake of our possibly mutual fanbase... right? ...Right?!
Wrong, sucka! This is a big-time big-deal tournament, and you know I ain't just gonna, oh gee shucks, take it sleazy on ya. Far from it, actually! The only thing I won't do is make some lame-ass anecdote using your last name to your disadvantage. I will, however, say that- no, no, I'm not gonna suggest that if you're smart that you'll let me put you out of your misery quickly... but I will say that when I'm through with you, rain or shine, you are gonna smart after my Boma Ye barrage neutralizes your Knee-DS nailings!"
He slaps his right knee before giving a knowing glance to the camera.
Johnny B.: "Shinsuke Nakamura always beats KENTA!"
He chuckles and seems all-around proud of his little comment, but moments later he frowns and looks confused.
Johnny B.: "Be-because, you see, Nakamura's got th-the Boma Ye, and KENTA's got that... f***in'... kick... thing..."
Looking a bit flustered, he throws his hands up.
Johnny B.: "F*** off, I got work ta do!"
And with that, JBC goes MIA.
THE END.