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Def Metal vs Raptor

 

The wWo, waiter

Scott Mann, Def Metal, the BWO, Ashlee

Extreme (1) Attitude World (1)

6-3-0

 

 

 

Role-play Background:

wWo Lockdown… Those two words will forever be linked with Raptor, and it will forever be seen as the Pay Per View that elevated him and the wWo to a new level. After being screwed by Primetime and his nWo goons, Raptor wasn’t too happy, because, after all, he did screw him out of being a 2 time Extreme Champ. But none of that really matters, because now, Raptor is the Attitude World Champ. In the Main Event of wWo lockdown, the wWo finally rid the EMF of those Melrose-Place loving gimps the BWO, and had begun a new era in the EMF. And what an era that would have been, had it not been for the timely interference of those lockdown stealing bastards the nWo. They even stole our picture spray painting ideas!!!! Grrr!!!! Oh well. For the moment, the wWo are on top of the world, with Wasabi and Raptor as the two EMF world champions, the wWo can truly be called the most powerful stable in the EMF- A stable to go down in the record books.

 

Our scene opens with Raptor and Toby, sitting in a local Australian Pizza restaurant, obviously because Raptor, being the single dad he is, was too lazy to cook. So they sit there, outside on a table on the street, in the outdoor café. There are a few cars parked beside them, and the café is behind them. The weather is just right, mild and it is sunset. They are talking over dinner, and soon a waiter approaches them…

 

Waiter: Ah, Mr. Raptor, correct?

 

Raptor: Uhh, yeah, that’s me! Haven’t you seen me on the EMF?

 

Waiter: No! Raptor is a hot-dog guy!!!!

 

Raptor: What?!!! (Raptor rips off the waiter’s apron to reveal a “I love AN ARKIE” t-shirt) GET OUT OF HERE NOW!!!!!!! Get me another damn waiter!!!

 

Toby: Oh god, I didn’t know AN ARKIE had fans!

 

Raptor: Meh, he won’t for long… (He gets a suspicious look in his eyes as he stares at the waiter, running away)

 

Toby: Ugh, No… I said no hurting fans, didn’t I? Remember?

 

Raptor: Aw… But…

 

Toby: NO BUT. Besides, you’ve got Def Metal to worry aboot.

 

Raptor: Nah, look man, I’m not worried aboot Scott Man and his lap dog Def Metal- It’s all good…

 

Toby: Hehe, dog is the right word- One look at those two and you can tell Scott Mann is the master- “Sit Def… Good Def” “Stay Def… Good boy!!!” “Play dead, I’m a necrophiliac Def!!!”

 

Raptor: What do you mean by that!? You think they are a…

 

Toby: Oh yeah, one look at them and you can tell…

 

Raptor: Hawaiian marriage?

 

Toby: Ha! Most likely! I’ll send them some tickets…

 

Raptor: Hey, wait a second… Is that?!

 

All of a sudden, we spot Def Metal’s wrecked Camaro, minus 1 door and with “wWo- The EMF is ours” spray painted on the side, going past slowly, searching. Toby and Raptor hide their faces with their hands, and once it drives past, we see it do a u-turn, and go down the street slowly again….

 

Toby: He’s looking for you.

 

Raptor: Well, as he says, fear or find- He’s taking the second option.

 

Toby: Ha! Probably because Scott Mann would spank him then send him to his room if he didn’t!

 

Raptor: Hang on, I’ll get this barfoid off our backs… (Pulls out a mobile phone, and dials in a number)

 

Hello? Police thanks…. Yes, I’d like to report a terribly unroad-worthy vehicle… yes… Umm… A Red Camaro… Yeah, it’s missing a door, both tail lights are out… Yeah, windows smashed too.. Oh yes, very dangerous, you’d better get down here right away… Okay… No, Thank you officer, for helping us. Okay, bye.

 

(He hangs up)

 

There we go, that should fix our problem pretty quick… So anyway, you were saying?

 

Toby: Huh? Oh! Nah, not much- Just Scott Man is probably in the back seat of the car with a cattle prod, ready, incase Def goes Rabid, that’s all…

 

Raptor: yeah, I see what you mean… I mean, come on, Scott Man even talks for the guy- If he can’t talk, then how the hell can he wrestle?

 

Toby: It’s obvious… Scott Mann is just using Def Metal to try and re-live all those ancient memories of TAW. That dead federation, you know the one?

 

Raptor: Yeah yeah, I know it. The one Mann is obsessed with- He needs to realize it’s gone-

 

Toby: Gone- Just like any of Def Metal’s hopes of winning that title…

 

Raptor: Oh shit- Quick, look away!

 

The wrecked Camaro makes another pass of the restaurant, then does a u-turn… But this time, it doesn’t keep going… It pulls over to the side of the road, and the door is aboot to open… But some cops have burst onto the scene, and they run straight up to the door, speaking to the driver through the hole where the door used to be. Soon, the Camaro drives off, escorted by policemen.

 

Raptor: Looks like Def Metal will be tied up with the authorities for a while…

 

Toby: Dude, how do you know that was Def Metal?

 

Raptor: The number plate- I checked it at the arena after lockdown, I saw it when Scott Mann promoed for Def Metal, and I saw it again when I wrecked the damn car- All the same numberplate, and I just saw it then, being escorted away by the Australian Police Force.

 

Toby: Nice man… Very clever.

 

Raptor: Yes. I thought it was a very well thought out plan too…

 

Toby: yeah well, don’t get cocky- Just because you can wreck a mans car, doesn’t mean you can beat em- Remember Primetime?

 

Raptor: I would of beat that bastard had it not been for the stupid nWo interfering!!!! Listen, as I said, Def Metal ‘aint got no damn chance. There is no WAY I’m gonna let him get his frozen metal paws on my title!!!

 

Soon, a waiter approaches, bringing something… She places down on Raptor’s table a big bowl of ice-cream and a note that says “Hell Frozen Over… Deep Freeze, Streets ice-cream style”

 

Raptor: Who is this from!?

 

Different Waiter: Uhh… Some old guy on Table 3…

 

Toby: Old… Primetime?!

 

They look over to table 3, to spot Hobo, waving at them and fluttering his eyelids… He walks over…

 

Hobo: Hey yo!

 

Toby: Sup Hobo!!? Man, when did you get here?

 

Hobo: When you got here- I’m stalking you!!!! Ha, no not really. I got here aboot 10 minutes ago, and I spotted you after I saw Def Metal’s car being taken away. So, I thought I’d send you a little surprise. So, big guy (he punches Raptor playfully) How you feeling aboot the big title defense?

 

Raptor: Uhh, Nervous, Excited, and maybe a little Aggro.

 

Hobo: Aggro? Why?

 

Raptor: Cause I have to face Scott Mann’s leash boy, that’s why.

 

Hobo: Well, come on Raptor- Scott Mann is as weak as a kitten, he needs someone to do his dirty work for him.

 

Toby: Weak as a kitten? How would you know?

 

Hobo: He probably won’t remember, but… We went to high school together… Of course I wasn’t known as Hobo then, I was Will. And he and I always used to get in fights, but hey, I beat the guy, hands down… I always got in trouble though- He had rich parents, while I… I didn’t…. Have any parents…

 

One tear runs down his face

 

Raptor: What happened?

 

Hobo: Well, I dunno… A lot of people liken me to Anakin Skywalker- Born from nothing. No sex involved!

 

Toby: Yeah well, that was a big rip off of the bible- Anakin Skywalker was a Jesus try hard.

 

Hobo: Hey hey! That means people liken me to Jesus! I always knew!!!!

 

Hobo runs off like a Hobo version of Jesus, and tries to walk on water, but fails miserably, then walks back, soaked…

 

Hobo: Oh well, I tried. Nah man, Scott Mann is as weak as a Kitten- It’s even written in my new book, “the Hobo book of records”

 

Raptor: Ahh, right. Well, man, I reckon I could cut a promo… Anyone got a sony handicam?

 

Toby:  (rummaging through his backpack) Yeah man, I thought you might need to cut a promo, that’s why I brought one… Here, I’ll film, Hobo can sing rollin in the background, and You promo.

 

Raptor: Thanks hobo, but no thanks- No rollin, please…

 

Hobo: Oh… Ok then… (Walks off sulking, as Raptor looks at the Camera…)

 

Raptor: Round 2 to me, Mann and Metal. You’re car is now in police hands. Now, you can ask me why I would sink so low as to take away a mans car… Well, I ask you the same sort of question… Why would you want to sink so low as to take my title? I earned this title… I worked my ass off, and I have worked my ass off, for months. Months! And it finally came to a head when the wWo and I put the damn BWO out of commission for good. Finally, we did it, and now, look… I’m an EMF world champion. And it was going to happen. This title was always going to be around my waist sooner or later. And now you want to take it, after a whole week? Talk aboot a lack of patience. Well no. You can’t have it, I won’t let you take it. I will not job to some newbie sheep and his Shepard who is obsessed with the TAW and has an ego bigger than texas and the continent of South America combined. Like I said, I give the “Grade A Wrestlers” a big fat “F”. There is no chance in hell a pack of morons like yourselves are going to take MY title. Because it’s mine… Right now, it’s got wWo on it for a reason… See?

 

The camera zooms in around his title, which he takes everywhere, and we see, spraypainted over “EMF attitude” “wWo”

 

Raptor: Right now, it’s a wWo title, and for good cause. We worked our asses off, and you’re not going to wreck that for me. There is no way I will let you wreck it!! My title reign will be long and prosperous- And “the curse” as it is commonly referred to does not apply. Maybe there is a “curse” on the EMF world title, but this is the wWo attitude world title… There’s no “curse” on this title. So, I won’t lose it on my first defense… Oh, and while I think of it, I have a question to ask you… You told me to be prepared for something truly different- Well, I’ve been studying your tapes and… Well… What’s so different? The only thing different aboot you is you are someone’s lapdog, compared to everyone else here, who is out for themselves, or their stable. Lapdogs are the lowest of the low, like yourself… Now, when it comes down to you and me, maybe you won’t be the lap dog in your mind… After all, you are independent in the ring, correct? But the fact is, you will still, and forever, be working for the evil they call “Scott Mann”. It will almost be me facing Scott Mann, because I’m sure Scott will control you in the ring somehow… Physic Powers? No way, Scott Man is too much of a egomaniacal retard. Try yelling instructions to you. So, we could actually change the official card to Raptor vs Scott Man (with Def Metal). But hey, what’s “official” mean these days anyway? It doesn’t bother me though, whether I have to face 1 of you, both of you, or 1 of you with the other helping in spirit! I don’t care, bring it. But my point is this… One day, Scott… Def will realize how you use him. How he does all the dirty work… Is the “Lacky” of the relationship if you will… But… well, it’ll probably be ages away, because Def is such a moron. Facing dumb people is always the most boring work, but it has to be done. But I’m sure the match will still be fun. Kicking the shit through people is always fun! Being aggressive is fun. And winning is even more fun- So, I suppose Saturday Shockwave is going to be one of the best nights of my life, right? You’re lucky I’m in your match too- Because otherwise everyone would be taking a leak and buying a hot-dog. I’m the X-factor that’s there to de-boreify you’re dismal career of 2 and a ½ matches, or whatever your record is. It’s not a great sum, I know that much. You gave me some pretty good advice, now let me give you some. Def Metal, Take your damn advice, and cram it up your ugly ass-  and “Be prepared for something different” Because I’m so different you’ll be stunned, knocked out, and pinned for the 1…2…3, and it’ll all happen while your damn music is playing…

 

He stares at the camera intensely as “Feel so numb” by Rob Zombie plays…