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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Dec 13, 2015 4:16:25 GMT
Wellome to REDEFINE Match Dead Eye vs Ricky Stanton
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Post by #TheFuture on Dec 13, 2015 6:27:57 GMT
The scene opens with Dead Eye sitting in a folding chair, a suit jacket on with no shirt. His girlfriend and manager, Karin Jasper, is recording the following on her phone.
"Tonight, you saw the premiere of the DEFINITION. Together, we will REDEFINE this company and this industry. If for some reason you don't know me, I'm #TheFuture...of this business and this company, much like my two cohorts. I've proved not to just be a moniker in Mexico, Japan, and in NGW. Now, I prove it here with my premiere with Pretty Ricky Ricky Ricky Ricky...Stanton."
Dead Eye tucks a pipe into the corner of his mouth as he presses play on his phone to start a violin piece.
"May I welcome you all into Dead Eye-piece Theater. Tonight, I present you with a tale of love, success, and well...what the fuck?! I present to you “Pretty” Ricky Stanton, a man so unimaginative that he goes by what some $2 who're called him after a night of swear and drug-induced fornication that probably wasn't worth her while… but I digress. We are not here to talk about displeasure. We are here to talk about a man with over a decade of in-ring experience at the ripe age of 35...a man who is a former hall of famed and has held quite a fair share of gold around his waist. This is where we get into lies and the 'what the fuck' part of our story."
"Mr. Stanton, assuming that is his real name, has clearly paid someone off to lie about his weight and past steroid use, much like he paid his way into titles and an apparent death only matched by one Tupac Shakur. Unlike Mr. Shakur, who may or not remain in Cuba to this day, somehow Mr. Stanton has returned to the United States to wrestle. How he is not behind bars is beyond belief and beyond a man, like myself, who will soon hold a Doctorate."
"Again, I must stick to the subject. Stanton has decided to resurface in REDEFINE. This is where his story meets its tragic ending. The powers that be have decided to pit him against yours truly, #TheFuture. That future for Ricky is not so pretty. He may appear to have the better résumé of the two of us, but he pales in comparison to the athletic prowess and natural ability seen in #TheFuture. So, I hope you've enjoyed this edition of Dead Eye-piece Theater. It may come off as a bit of a joke or rib, if you will, but the message is simple."
Dead Eye spits the pipe out, his expression changing to stern.
"Ricky, your chances of winning this debut match against me are as absurd as your life story. You may think you have the ladies, the money, and the legacy, but what you won't have is a debut victory in REDEFINE. Your immediate future is not ‘pretty’.
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Post by "Pretty" Ricky Stanton on Dec 14, 2015 14:19:04 GMT
FADE IN: A hall. The evening sun breaks in from above the exit doors and without notice a man walks through. He's carrying a duffle bag with some boots laced on the end. From the shadows he gets closer to the camera until finally we see it's none other than "Pretty" Ricky Stanton. He stops in front of the camera and smirks.
PRS: Don't get it twisted. This bag of stuff I'm donating to the local gym. The Pretty Boy doesn't carry his own equipment...really? But as I look around this new place...REDEFINE Pro Wrestling, I can't help but wonder what is the redefinition? Well, you're looking at it. However, the Pretty Boy doesn't need redefining. I AM THE DEFINITION. I am the reason you're getting up in the mornings now and training all day until you pass out.
I'm the reason viewers stopped eating and watched your billboard of my arrival on TV last week. Yes, I'm the real reason that at the end of the day, it's just so much PRETTIER AROUND HERE. So I can't help but laugh at the wiles of a Lil' Wayne background dancing reject that got tossed into the den with the biggest wolf of them all. The Future is the Past of wrestling. The Future is not your future or mine...THE FUTURE is nothing more than a hallucination that honesty I'm not sure I should even be wrestling! And I'm not going to put that aggravating hashtag in front of your damn name because first of all: YOU'RE NOT TRENDING. Second, you're not even a topic. Third, The Pretty Boy is shocked and appalled at the notion you have some sort of following. Dead Eye, you should be proud of yourself. You're getting into the ring with one of the best in the business. But no, you're acting like the low-level card holder that you are. It's quite obvious you've never been in a match of this capacity before and that's ok, because everyone hasn't spend 1,000 in their life. I have spent that several thousand times over. Maybe you haven't and that's the results of how you've presented yourself to the REDEFINED Nation.
So Dead Eye, I'm going to Redefine you FIRST: You're probably the type of guy that kisses hookers with your eyes closed. You never really had a serious career. You're more like Chris Bosh - you're only around because people felt bad to leave you out. Your application is off of sympathy alone and no one really thinks you're going to make it. But hey, I've even seen the guy who worked the fries go to be manager so i'm not saying you can't do it ( stops and laughs)
Yeah, I'm saying you can't do it. I'm sorry, you're just not pretty enough. You're not the COOOOOOOOOL WALKIN, SMMMMMMOOOOOOTH TALKIN, ALLLLLLLLLLL THE GIRLS COME STALKING, "I just got a phone call from your bitch" TONGUE-A-SAURUS!
So, to REDEFINE'S "C" Student be ready cause class is in session. Take notes. Cause it's going to be SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PRETTY.....
Stanton walks into his lockeroom and closes the door with the hashtag being shown on the door that says, #2PRETTY4U
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Post by #TheFuture on Dec 15, 2015 8:47:15 GMT
The scene opens up as Dead Eye is sitting on his couch in his Long Beach, CA home. He has his laptop flipped open, hitting record to shoot the following as he watches a replay of Ricky Stanton's video package from earlier.
"To say I've had an interesting Monday would certainly be an understatement. It started off crazy and mellowed-out as it went along, but it seems as if it's going to end crazy, too. So many people are so uninformed about #TheFuture that it makes me wanna either throw up or bang my head against a damn wall. It's kinda funny that there are those that question the DEFINITION and what we had to say last week. It's funny because my opponent and people on Twitter are swagga-jackin' our group name and tryna put their own twist on it. Damn, can anybody be original anymore? I mean, I know that you look at the three of us and you can't help but wanna be us, but give me a damn break. Ricky Stanton, you are NOT the DEFINITION. You will never be it...unless you're talking about defining cliché. So, allow me to poke some pretty little holes in this little video package of yours."
"First off, when the hell did I dance? I mean, I'm pretty sure I was sitting in a chair much like I sit on the sofa of one of my two houses. I'm kinda lost in translation on that one. Last time I graced you with my presence, I had some different types of words to say about Stanton, but know that I have done my research...which he clearly has not. Ricky, you say that I'm not trending? That I'm not a topic? Well, sir, you're a fuckin' idiot. In a short time, I went from obscurity to #1 contender to having so many offers thrown at me that I decided to branch out a little and join some people I respect here at REDEFINE. Hell, the first time I was at a show here, Pariah wanted to set up a meeting with me because he saw #TheFuture of this company...and that was before I even took off. Daily, I have people from around the world show their love for what I do in that ring. My girlfriend even started watching wrestling because of what I bring to the table. Back to poking holes. While I'm quite proud of myself, I'm not so sure that it's me who shold feel priviledged. I know you have an outstanding résumé, but that's in the past. Unlike your silly notion that I'm the past, it is you who wants to cling onto his past glory while I continue to ascend in this business. I'm just warming up; my best has not been shown, and I'm on the doorstep of a World Title. Meanwhile, you have reached your plateau. Somehow you're back. Congratu-fuckin-lations because your welcome to Chicago won't be so warm."
The scene closes.
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Post by "Pretty" Ricky Stanton on Dec 15, 2015 15:52:58 GMT
FADE IN: A lockeroom. The Pretty Boy is being sized up for a suit and he's watching his smartphone. He laughs at what he hears from Dead Eye.
"You know what I like about you Dead Eye? Your keen sense of smell. You can smell the blood in the water. I obviously wounded you the last time we spoke so you had to come back out here talk about nothing. You say that I'm trying to bite your style when your style equates that of a pair of jeans in a thrift store, still valuable and useful, but can't be sold at it's original cost. The problem with guys like you is that guys like you don't last long at all. I'm glad that your girl started watching wrestling because of you because she'll be my fan next week - yeah, I said that. She's watching wrestling probably because of yours truly and she probably has been watching for a while, but she just hasn't been watching YOU.
How does that feel Dead Eye? To know that you just caught your girlfriends attention after so long? You're pathetic. You're an 8-Mile wrestler: You're going to get to the ring and just freeze up. Well Rabbit, REDEFINE doesn't have time for that. The Pretty Boy doesn't have time for the likes of you!
The Tailor grabs the blazer and helps Stanton get it on.
PRS: You see Dead Eye, this is what I do. This is who I am. I'm the Prettiest Wrestler in history. I look better than some girls in this fed and I'm not afraid to say it. A person like you couldn't possibly understand who the hell I am. You read a resume, wonderful. But you can't look at my resume and just guess at it. My legacy is made from the ring, so try not to be too starstruck by what you've read and focus on what health insurance you have. You're going to need it. Because I think you're just trying to keep up. I think that it's going to take everything you've got to hang with me and that won't even be enough. I'm going to look down on you, place my boot on your chest, and pin you as I strike a pose to the world. And you'll be looking up wondering what it would have been like to pin the Dirtiest Player in the game, but the Prettiest Wrestler in HISTORY.
You haven't died yet, and you're no in heaven, but I'm your GOD. [FADE OUT]
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Post by #TheFuture on Dec 15, 2015 20:36:37 GMT
One cannot be defined by the opinions of others but by the merit of what they bring to this world. These words certainly hold true in the realm of professional wrestling. What Dead Eye brings to the table is much more than what can be seen on-paper. It's no accident that he was plucked from obscurity and has gained renown.{Scene: Dead Eye’s Gym} “The definition of ‘understimate’ is to estimate (something) to be smaller or less important than it is. That's exactly what I seem to face each and every time I face a match...even more so this week if appearance is reality. Ricky Stanton, I've been warned, isn't someone I should take lightly...those words coming from my peers. Don't worry; I take no one lightly. That doesn't appear to be the case for my debut opponent here. He seems to think that I have no chance in this match, that I should praise God for even being afforded the opportunity to stand in his heavenly presence.” Dead Eye scoffs. “If I had a dollar for every time a match was supposed to be too big for me, well, I'd probably be twice as rich as I am now. I have faced men and women that I was supposed to not even stand a chance again. Most recently, I faced a former two-time World champ that, in the end, realized that he was the past to my being #TheFuture. Two days before the match, he realized what he was dealing with and threatened to either retire or no-show the event completely. Now, I doubt your arrogance and ego will allow you to go that route, but trust...you will see why they call me #TheFuture. It's not a nickname; it's not a gimmick. It's the DEFINITION of what I bring to both this company and this entire industry.”He pans the camera around the ring he stands in, showing a muscular man clutching his chest in pain. “That is going to the end game of this match, pretty boy. That muscle-bound mastadon had his chest caved in by my #BillionaireStomp...and that's just only one of many tools in my massive arsenal. I may not have the amount of matches as you, but I've been learning my craft since I was eight. I don't claim to be the prettiest, but what I do stake claim at is the fact that I am hands-down one of the best in-ring. My girl has no eyes on you because she knows where #TheFuture lies. It's certainly not with a relic of the past; it's with the MAN that will make your debut down-right fugly.” Dead Eye hits the man with a standing shooting star press as he signals “cut” to the camera man.{Scene closed.}
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Post by "Pretty" Ricky Stanton on Dec 16, 2015 20:06:37 GMT
FADE IN: A TV studio in Chicago. "Pretty" Ricky is seen backstage signing autographs when he's told it's his time. They walk him up front and then he hears "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the stage "Pretty" Ricky Stanton!" which is followed by boos of course. Ricky smiles and waves as he comes out and shakes Jason Smith's hand. The two have a seat. JS: Pretty Boy can I call you that? PRS: Sure man, everyone else doesJS: First of all thanks for being on the show. Now you know I loved your work on Universal Wrestling Federation's 'Adrenaline' show. What happpend? PRS: Well, I had some personal issues I was dealing with and when I came back, the roster had grown and I just didn't think there was a lot of space for me there. No disrespect to no one there. I'm still on the roster! It's just a matter of knowing when to work and when not to. And that's fine with me because I enjoy giving the up and comers a chance to shine.JS: So you're at REDEFINE now, and you're facing Dead Eye. You've been in matches like these more than enough times to see the writing on the wall I'm sure. PRS: Yeah, and when you see guys like Dead Eye, you smile and you move on. Guys like him are hungry. They want to have their names in everyone's mouth like we're talking now but he's a C-Lister at the most. (Crowd boos)JS: Looks like they don't agree. PRs: Blahhh, And Dead Eye, if you're watching, I want you to know that even though I'm totally disregarding who you are as a man and a wrestler, when I get into that ring, I'm going to do what is necessary to beat you. Don't ever worry about that, boy. JS: Do you think there's more jawwing going on in this match? PRS: Yeah it is because he thinks that we're somehow on the same level. He goes on and on about how he's dealt with situations like this before when there's no way he's faced someone prettier and dirtier than me....he hasn't got a clue.JS: Now Ricky you didn't come here alone you have a guest with you? PRS: Yeah, the lovely and talented Serai(Camera pans to Serai and she waves as the audience somewhat claps for her...)PRS: Hey they like her! I get no loveJS: Nah man, they don't like you (both men laugh) PRS: Yyyeeaahhh she had no idea I'd be making this stop so I thank her for coming along and being a good sport. We're spending some time together today. JS: Oh a date? PRS: I don't know what you'd call it, but it's time with one hell of a foxy lady!JS: Well played Pretty Boy, well played - thanks for being on the show PRS: No problem man(The two shake as Ricky's music plays and they go to commercial)
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Post by #TheFuture on Dec 17, 2015 16:48:28 GMT
The following is seen playing on a TV in front of the camera.
The feed cuts, and we see Dead Eye standing in front of the camera.
“Ricky, I saw your ‘pretty’ little hype interview. <claps> I suppose I was supposed to be intimidated by it and go run and hide...maybe beg Pariah not to put me in a match I ‘couldn't possibly win’. Please note the sarcasm there, playboy.”
Dead Eye rolls his eyes.
“Now, what you just saw was one example of a match that on-paper I was supposed to lose against a man, like yourself, that had and established name and prestigious career...a man that similarly was living in past glory. The only difference is that he's still proven it most recently. He had just lost his World Title and was not going to lose to #TheFuture, right?”
He shakes his head “no.”
“Wrong! Wrong! You talkin’ about Charles James, Dead Eye…#TheFuture. Clearly, he lost, but the bigger picture is that it was in such dominant fashion. I want you to look really closely at that match, Stan-ton.”
“What you saw was merely *two* of the ways I can come at you. I'm what they call multifaceted. You saw both my MMA background and my supreme athleticism in those two pieces of that match. That's not the end game of my repertoire, if you pardon the pun.”
Dead Eye smirks.
“So, you can call me a C-Lister all you want, talk down, puff your big fuckin ego as much as you want. It doesn't change the fact that on Monday I'll earn your respect because you'll see first-hand why I am #TheFuture. The DEFINITION of future doesn’t signify that it has to be a great distance of time away. In this case, it's been bumped-up four days.”
He holds up four fingers.
“That's not much time til I drop you back in that time machine so you can remember that your relevance is merely history. Tick, tock, bitch.”
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Post by #TheFuture on Dec 19, 2015 1:09:52 GMT
The scene opens to a sleeping Dead Eye. He begins to stir as the sounds of chains dragging across the floor as heard.
“Karin, is that you?”
With no answer, he quickly sits up, shocked by what stands before him.
“Who’s you? And how'd you get in here?”
“I am the ghost of wrestling past. There is something I need to show you.”
“I'm in my drawz, bruh. Can I at least get dressed?”
“No need. They won't be able to see you.”
The spirit grabs his arm, and they are taken inside a building.
“Where are we and why?”
“We are at the 2009 UWF awards. Just watch.”
We see Ricky Stanton receive Tag Team Champions, (accepting) PPV, and Feud of the Year awards, along with Lifetime Achievement award.
“That's pretty impressive, but that was ‘so 2009’.”
“Well, I'm not the ghost of wrestling past for nothing.”
“I see what you did there.”
In an instant, DE is returned to his house. He shakes his head, returning to sleep until he is awakened by the same noise.
“Who's you?”
“I'm the ghost of wrestling future. I think you know the drill.”
With that, he is taken to a building, where we see a celebration of sorts. Dead Eye looks around the room and notices his closest friends and family.
“What is this?”
“Just watch.”
“And now, the man of the hour, Mr. World Champion, Dead Eye!”
Dead Eye sees himself come out to fanfare as he has a shiny belt on his shoulder.
“This is the future of wrestling, the same future that's standing next to me right now. That future is you winning gold and bringing prestige to every title you hold. The man you face at End Game is a figment of the past. That's not to take away from anything he's accomplished. He has made a name for himself no matter the Despicable Me 2 fake death act of his.”
“Well, the problem with the past is that it fades away as memories, even when people themselves can't let go and realize and appreciate it for what it is.”
“This future you see...it begins when you give Ricky Stanton an unwelcome to Chicago.”
“Undoubtedly, that is the case. I know it won't be a cakewalk. He may be wrestling’s past, but I wouldn't doubt it if he weren't completely washed-up. I'm not saying that at all. It's just not the match he thinks it's going to be, nor am I the weak opponent he tries to convince himself and others I am. It isn't for naught that I've burst onto the scene so quickly. What I do in Redefine will prove just that.”
“I’ve seen it. You're not just a one-hit wonder and NGW’s hottest attraction. You are what you say you are.”
With no further words, Dead Eye is taken back to the present, the same present that will see the culmination of all his hard work with a victory at End Game.
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