Post by Zevon on Jun 5, 2007 13:18:07 GMT -6
*Backstage at a POW:NE shindig we find Lee Cash standing in front of the trusty POW:NE banner capable of turning any bland wall into a classy interview area.*
Lee Cash: Ladies and gentlemen we are only days away from Power On Wrestling New England’s second DVD taping, Over in Dover. Scheduled for the event is one of the biggest matches in POW history, as my guest at this time the Eastern Heavyweight Champion JR Zevon battles the POW World Heavyweight Champion Flying Diamond Cutter in the first ever defense of the World Heavyweight Championship.
*Zevon enters dressed in black ring gear with white trim. The Eastern Heavyweight Championship sits shining around his waist.*
Zevon: Cash, what be on the agenda for today’s interrogation?
*Zevon pokes Cash in the chest.*
Cash: Were you not just standing two feet away?
Zevon: Don’t get snippy with me, Lee.
Cash: Are we starting this bullshit already?
*Zevon pokes Cash in the chest.*
Zevon: Indeed we are. Now fire off your queries concerning Flying Diamond Cutter Man.
Cash: What are your opinions of FDCM?
Zevon: Whatever do you mean, Mr. Cash?
Cash: FDCM is known to be, well, quite over-the-top.
Zevon: And your point?
Cash: What do you think of FDCM’s character?
Zevon: He’s a good man. Met him in the hall when I was in Kansas a few week’s back, all-around good fellow.
Cash: I must say I’m quite surprised that you did not go into a spirited rant about how his decadence is bad for this business. You lambasted John Anthony for his extravagance…
*Zevon rolls his eyes in disgust.*
Zevon: Here we go again. John Anthony this. John Anthony that. He’s dead and you still go on and on about him.
Cash: Dead?
Zevon: Simple little Cash, did you not see Macros kill him Sunday night? It was quite brutal…. and fun to watch.
Cash: Speaking of Macros, I’ve heard rumors that you might have slipped Riley a few bucks.
Zevon (with a look of puppy dog innocence): Me? Are you certain you heard correctly?
Cash: I have it heard from more than a few people and Riley has been sporting a classy new tie.
Zevon: He looks good. That thing cost a pretty penny.
Cash: And you would know this how?
Zevon: I may or may not have sent Riley a gift which may or may not have reached him Saturday evening. Now, weren’t we speaking of Flying Diamond Cutter Man and my opportunity to become Heavyweight Champion of the World?
Cash: But…
*Cash tries to bleep out another question about Macros and John Anthony but is met by Zevon’s hand slapping his cheek.*
Cash: Hey!
Zevon: FDCM, World Heavyweight Championship, Over in Dover.
Cash: Macr…
*Zevon raises his hand to Cash’s cheek. Cash quickly abandons his question.*
Zevon: Now Lee, we were speaking kind words to FDCM before you went off on another one of your tangents. Now let’s get back on the FDCM train.
Cash: Okay, okay!
*Cash takes a few seconds to regain himself as Zevon stands smiling to the camera.*
Cash: Flying Diamond Cutter Man has been known to among other things spend $7000 on Kool-Aid, $20,000 on autographed athletic socks, and keep staffed an army of FDC girls. In recent weeks, you have criticized Joh….
Zevon: Eh, eh, Lee. He’s dead. Let’s not have to do this again. *Zevon raises his hand to bitch-slap Cash.*
Cash: You have criticized a certain other POW competitor
*Zevon lowers his hand.*
Cash: for ordering a bottle of champagne and using a private jet.
Zevon: And?
Cash: A bottle of champagne is quite trivial compared to FDCM’s extravagance. Not to mention FDCM’s heavy use of alcohol.
Zevon: Are you trying to start trouble, Lee?
Cash: I thought the trouble between the two of you would come quite naturally.
Zevon: And you are once again wrong.
Cash: Come on! FDCM is the epitome of everything that you hate!
Zevon: That is quite blasphemous, Lee. I am sure that FDCM will not be too pleased to hear such vitriol coming from your little person.
Cash: You mean to tell me that you have nothing against Flying Diamond Cutter Man. You mean to tell me that you are not appalled by FDCM in any way?
Zevon: Absolutely not! In fact I hope to have lunch with him sometime this week.
*Cash is quite flummoxed by Zevon’s lack of contempt towards FDCM. He takes a moment while Zevon shows a big grin to the camera. Cash motions for someone off screen. A scrawny staffer wheels in a cart with a 27” TV and a DVD/VHS player.*
Zevon: Oooooh, fancy new equipment. POW must be rolling in it with two great champions like me and FDCM.
Cash: I was fully prepared to show you some clips that would rile you up…
Zevon: Troublemaker.
Cash: Dammit, I worked up the footage and I’m going to show it.
*Cash turns on the equipment as Zevon continues to grin for the camera. A clip of a recent FDCM promo flickers onto the television set.*
*Cash looks to Zevon for a response.*
Zevon: And?
Cash: This sounds quite a bit like statements made by Jo…a certain other POW competitor.
Zevon: Hmmm….I don’t see it.
Cash: Give these people what they deserve... a real match.
Zevon: Yes, and?
Cash: You have stated in the past that the fans deserve nothing… while you avoided all in-ring action.
Zevon: Okay, Cash, if it works in your silly little world let it be.
*In a huff, Cash rolls the next clip.*
Zevon: It shall be I.
Cash: What?
Zevon: To usher in the new golden age with FDCM.
Cash: He called himself The King of Excess. The God of Wrestling.
Zevon: I still don’t see your point.
*Cash flips to the next clip. As he watches he has the “Take that, I told you so” look of a Morrison quality douche-bag.*
*Cash looks at Zevon with his shit grin awaiting a spirited response. Zevon looks back at Cash with an inquisitive expression cast on his face.*
Zevon: And what does this prove, Lee?
Cash: Isn’t it obvious? Wine out of engraved silver goblets?
Zevon: Yeah…nothing.
Cash: Come on! You change your stripes that fast? What the hell are you up to?
Zevon: Absolutely nothing! Can’t a man respect another champion?
*Cash has lost all words. Zevon grins as he gives Cash a pat on the back.*
Zevon: Keep trying Lee. All hope is not lost. You too can become great at your craft some day. Now, if you would excuse me, I have a luncheon to arrange.
*Zevon exits with a Nixon victory salute leaving the defeated Cash standing in front of his cheap TV rig. Cash turns around to view his Flying Diamond Cutter clips as the scene fades to black.*
Lee Cash: Ladies and gentlemen we are only days away from Power On Wrestling New England’s second DVD taping, Over in Dover. Scheduled for the event is one of the biggest matches in POW history, as my guest at this time the Eastern Heavyweight Champion JR Zevon battles the POW World Heavyweight Champion Flying Diamond Cutter in the first ever defense of the World Heavyweight Championship.
*Zevon enters dressed in black ring gear with white trim. The Eastern Heavyweight Championship sits shining around his waist.*
Zevon: Cash, what be on the agenda for today’s interrogation?
*Zevon pokes Cash in the chest.*
Cash: Were you not just standing two feet away?
Zevon: Don’t get snippy with me, Lee.
Cash: Are we starting this bullshit already?
*Zevon pokes Cash in the chest.*
Zevon: Indeed we are. Now fire off your queries concerning Flying Diamond Cutter Man.
Cash: What are your opinions of FDCM?
Zevon: Whatever do you mean, Mr. Cash?
Cash: FDCM is known to be, well, quite over-the-top.
Zevon: And your point?
Cash: What do you think of FDCM’s character?
Zevon: He’s a good man. Met him in the hall when I was in Kansas a few week’s back, all-around good fellow.
Cash: I must say I’m quite surprised that you did not go into a spirited rant about how his decadence is bad for this business. You lambasted John Anthony for his extravagance…
*Zevon rolls his eyes in disgust.*
Zevon: Here we go again. John Anthony this. John Anthony that. He’s dead and you still go on and on about him.
Cash: Dead?
Zevon: Simple little Cash, did you not see Macros kill him Sunday night? It was quite brutal…. and fun to watch.
Cash: Speaking of Macros, I’ve heard rumors that you might have slipped Riley a few bucks.
Zevon (with a look of puppy dog innocence): Me? Are you certain you heard correctly?
Cash: I have it heard from more than a few people and Riley has been sporting a classy new tie.
Zevon: He looks good. That thing cost a pretty penny.
Cash: And you would know this how?
Zevon: I may or may not have sent Riley a gift which may or may not have reached him Saturday evening. Now, weren’t we speaking of Flying Diamond Cutter Man and my opportunity to become Heavyweight Champion of the World?
Cash: But…
*Cash tries to bleep out another question about Macros and John Anthony but is met by Zevon’s hand slapping his cheek.*
Cash: Hey!
Zevon: FDCM, World Heavyweight Championship, Over in Dover.
Cash: Macr…
*Zevon raises his hand to Cash’s cheek. Cash quickly abandons his question.*
Zevon: Now Lee, we were speaking kind words to FDCM before you went off on another one of your tangents. Now let’s get back on the FDCM train.
Cash: Okay, okay!
*Cash takes a few seconds to regain himself as Zevon stands smiling to the camera.*
Cash: Flying Diamond Cutter Man has been known to among other things spend $7000 on Kool-Aid, $20,000 on autographed athletic socks, and keep staffed an army of FDC girls. In recent weeks, you have criticized Joh….
Zevon: Eh, eh, Lee. He’s dead. Let’s not have to do this again. *Zevon raises his hand to bitch-slap Cash.*
Cash: You have criticized a certain other POW competitor
*Zevon lowers his hand.*
Cash: for ordering a bottle of champagne and using a private jet.
Zevon: And?
Cash: A bottle of champagne is quite trivial compared to FDCM’s extravagance. Not to mention FDCM’s heavy use of alcohol.
Zevon: Are you trying to start trouble, Lee?
Cash: I thought the trouble between the two of you would come quite naturally.
Zevon: And you are once again wrong.
Cash: Come on! FDCM is the epitome of everything that you hate!
Zevon: That is quite blasphemous, Lee. I am sure that FDCM will not be too pleased to hear such vitriol coming from your little person.
Cash: You mean to tell me that you have nothing against Flying Diamond Cutter Man. You mean to tell me that you are not appalled by FDCM in any way?
Zevon: Absolutely not! In fact I hope to have lunch with him sometime this week.
*Cash is quite flummoxed by Zevon’s lack of contempt towards FDCM. He takes a moment while Zevon shows a big grin to the camera. Cash motions for someone off screen. A scrawny staffer wheels in a cart with a 27” TV and a DVD/VHS player.*
Zevon: Oooooh, fancy new equipment. POW must be rolling in it with two great champions like me and FDCM.
Cash: I was fully prepared to show you some clips that would rile you up…
Zevon: Troublemaker.
Cash: Dammit, I worked up the footage and I’m going to show it.
*Cash turns on the equipment as Zevon continues to grin for the camera. A clip of a recent FDCM promo flickers onto the television set.*
Like I said...I am here to usher in a NEW ERA. An era of excellence! An era of superiority! An EXPLOSION in POW! But I can't do it alone. I need quality opponents. I need men who can get into this ring and give these people what they deserve...a real match! I need truly elite adversaries to beat senseless if we're going to put this company on the map!
*Cash looks to Zevon for a response.*
Zevon: And?
Cash: This sounds quite a bit like statements made by Jo…a certain other POW competitor.
Zevon: Hmmm….I don’t see it.
Cash: Give these people what they deserve... a real match.
Zevon: Yes, and?
Cash: You have stated in the past that the fans deserve nothing… while you avoided all in-ring action.
Zevon: Okay, Cash, if it works in your silly little world let it be.
*In a huff, Cash rolls the next clip.*
Now the only question is...who? Who will be the first? The first man to stand across the ring from the new God of Wrestling? The King of Excess? The Champion of Champions!? Who will usher in this golden age with me!?
Zevon: It shall be I.
Cash: What?
Zevon: To usher in the new golden age with FDCM.
Cash: He called himself The King of Excess. The God of Wrestling.
Zevon: I still don’t see your point.
*Cash flips to the next clip. As he watches he has the “Take that, I told you so” look of a Morrison quality douche-bag.*
The scene opens in the now familiar lavish dressing room of Flying Diamond Cutter Man. Seated in a huge plush La-Z-Boy with an FDC Girl on either side of him and drinking wine from a huge silver goblet with "F D C M" engraved on it in jewels, FDCM entertains a small group of reporters while cluthing the POW World Title as close as if it were his child. On each of his fingers is a huge golden ring, and around his neck is a heavy gold chain with a huge pendant cut to read "BANG!" in comic book-style letters. His trusty lawyer, Ken Rosenberg, sits on a miniature version of the same chair next to him.
*Cash looks at Zevon with his shit grin awaiting a spirited response. Zevon looks back at Cash with an inquisitive expression cast on his face.*
Zevon: And what does this prove, Lee?
Cash: Isn’t it obvious? Wine out of engraved silver goblets?
Zevon: Yeah…nothing.
Cash: Come on! You change your stripes that fast? What the hell are you up to?
Zevon: Absolutely nothing! Can’t a man respect another champion?
*Cash has lost all words. Zevon grins as he gives Cash a pat on the back.*
Zevon: Keep trying Lee. All hope is not lost. You too can become great at your craft some day. Now, if you would excuse me, I have a luncheon to arrange.
*Zevon exits with a Nixon victory salute leaving the defeated Cash standing in front of his cheap TV rig. Cash turns around to view his Flying Diamond Cutter clips as the scene fades to black.*
