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Enter the Outlaw
Topic Started: Mar 28 2008, 08:15 AM (63 Views)
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"CAREFUL WITH THOSE LIGHTS, LARRY!"

"GET ME ANOTHER SCREWDRIVER!"

"... THE PYRO'LL GO OFF OVER HERE..."

"THE LIGHTS GOTTA BE BRIGHTER!"

"THEY WON'T GET ANY BRIGHTER, MEATHEAD!"

The hustle and bustle of the elaborate stage for Anarchy In The UK 2008 is in full swing, as we see at least 30 or 40 contractors still in the assembling process. They got a ways to go, let me tell you. But AitUK is, what, Sunday? Yeah, it's early. They got plenty of time.

The camera begins to swing towards the opposite direction, where we scan the hulking MEN Arena, the seats empty... wait, is that Herman Cardgage in the nose bleed seats talking into his 'Get Smart' inspired shoe-phone? It isn't? Well, would you believe... a troop of girl scouts?[/Maxwell Smart]

Anywho, we continue to pan ou-


"Hey! Over here!"

Is an architect pointing out his plans to his colleagues? Why no, not in the least. Rather, we find FIW's Man in Black seated in the empty mass of seats on the opposite side of the ring entryway on the opposite side of the arena. Immediately, our camera begins to zoom in on Jim O'Brien; his brown hair spiked up, a pair of black aviator sunglasses resting comfortably across the bridge of his nose, a black collar shirt covering his upper body with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of black jeans covering his lower half & I'd imagine black boots on his feet.

Once we reach a decent upper body view of Jim, he clears his throat and begins.


O'Brien: "Took ya long enough... Anywho, I know I'm FIW's Man In Black and all, but I haven't looked the part in awhile. So, that explains me dressing up." *smiles* "And this is dressing up for me. You saw how I looked in my last promo before I left home.

Anyway, I got some ground I wanted to cover that's a little more broad than what's gone down between Daisuke Tanaka and myself. The first area I wanted to go over was ego. Y'know they say the more things change, the more they stay the same. The locker room in FIW isn't entirely the same, as far as roster goes, as when I departed in 2006. There's a lot of new faces; a lot of young talent looking to make a name for themselves, a lot of veterans looking to reinvent their careers. But there's always gonna be those certain people that are just..." *sighs* "... just such marks for themselves. We got the likes of Ethan Adams, Shaun Wilson, Drake, the Orange guy, uh... the tag team with the gay guy and the sad kid, I forgot their names, Colbert - who's still Maj Tahal to me, dammit... And then there's the vets; Nightmare, y'know he's my friend and all, but he's too busy playing superheroes rather than trying to get his career back on track and Kennedy is throwing a hissy fit that she's not the talk of the town for once. And then there's that whole debacle between Jaime Lee and, uh, the white trash kid, I forgot his name too. Honestly I try to avoid that crap as much as I can."

Jim removes his sunglasses & stuffs them into into is breast pocket, giving us a better view of his facial features slowly becoming more animated gradually over time.

O'Brien: "Y'know maybe I've gotten off the subject of egos, but honestly, I feel like I'm surrounded by a bunch of damn kids. Like I'm stuck back in middle school. And I'm not that much older than everyone else, either. I'm only a couple months shy of 30. But, y'know, you're gonna have that when your roster is so green. Now, I have something here..."

Jim reaches to his side and pulls out a white piece of paper with black text we can't make out.

O'Brien: "I usually don't like reading these dirtsheets, but I was told about a story from the March 8th edition of the Wrestling Informer newsletter with a story titled 'Unfriendly Backstage Enviornment.' I won't read it all for you, I'm sure Meltzer or whoever is the head of it would freak out, but the story consists of there being a crap-ton of rumors going around, 'two-faced workers,' midcarders crying about a glass ceiling and that there aren't any locker room leaders to keep things civil. Well y'know what really pisses me off about that article? It's the fact that whoever wrote that, someone who's never worked in the business, someone who's never worked a match in their life, someone who has no clue about how things work in FIW... is 110 percent on the damn dot. All these damn kids runnin' around like chickens with their heads cut off, playin' grab-ass and blamin' it on the guy standing next to them, couldn't care less about furthering their careers and expecting to get everything handed to them on a silver platter.

Lord forgive me, but God dammit! I was not brought up through a developmental system! I wasn't handed a damn thing like these brats in the locker room today. On my first tour of Japan almost 11 years ago, I had All Japan Pro Wrestling's best shooters kicking the shit out of me every damn night because I was still too green to the business! That's the problem with this business. Nobody's paying their dues. Somebody comes along with a good look and are decent on the mic, immediately they're thrown into uncharted waters. And when they fall on their faces, what do they do? Cry and stir shit up the like primadonna's they are. Well y'know somethin', I only been back roughly four months but I'm sick of it. So y'know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna be the leader that this locker room needs. And I know it sounds funny comin' from me, cause I always kept to myself and even at my worst was even one of those damn primadonnas. But I've been wrestling since I was 17 years old. I was bleeding a gallon, sweating five gallons and smoking crack cocaine in towns that most geography teachers have never even heard of when most of our roster was just about to start growing hair in places they were too embarrassed to admit! This locker room, this franchise needs somebody to step up to the plate and lead by example. And that somebody is me!

And y'know somethin', you can call that a heel turn, you can call that a shoot. But I call it the fucking truth!"

...with authority![/Michael Cole] Jim shakes his head as he calms down. He leans over and picks up a bottled water. After a few quick swigs he sets it back down and sets his sights back on us.

O'Brien: "Sorry. But... that's how I feel. Anyway, another area I wanted to cover, was the Fighting Spirit Championship that my opponent, Daisuke Tanaka, holds. It's kind of taken a back seat to all the things that are going on. It wasn't really something I had thought a whole lot about until recently... The reason I came back was because I wanted to hold the Dual Crown one more time, to be FIW's identity. And y'know, some would say the Fighting Spirit Championship would be a step down for me. But four years ago when I won the Fighting Spirit Championship, it put me on the map. It cemented me a place in history. I had, what, the 2nd longest Fighting Spirit Championship reign in TNT history? That reign showed that i could be a player, a staple of TNT. And once I have that belt in my grasp again, it's gonna prove the doubters wrong. I'm gonna prove that, well, I still got it. Now I'll admit, I feel kinda funny sayin' that cause I don't believe that you need a belt to prove anything. I feel that nowadays, people think that belts make the man. Well, the man makes the belt. And I'm gonna gladly carry on the tradition of fighting spirit as Fighting Spirit Champion.

You're gonna learn the hard way, Daisuke, that I am the epitome of fighting spirit. You knocked me down, you hurt me, you embarrassed me... And what have I done? I've taken down your gang down, peg by peg, just like I said I would. And this Sunday, I'm gonna hurt you, I'm gonna choke you out. And I'm gonna take your belt. Tell me why I can't, Daisuke. Tell me. I overcame my personal demons when nobody thought I could. I came back to FIW when everyone thought I had burnt my bridges. And I find myself, interestingly enough, in a title match when people said I didn't have anything left in the tank. So go ahead, Daisuke. Now's your time to talk. Say whatever you like, because it won't matter in the end. Verbs won't keep me down for a 10 count. Nouns won't make me submit. Nothing will."

Jim turns his attention back to the melee that is the ring crew, taking a gulp of his ice water as our scene fades out.
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[size0]Thanks, Lita! :)

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<option style="color:black">THE ROUGAROU</option>
<option> Name: </option>
<option>"The Rougarou" Silas Bergeron</option>
<option>Height:</option>
<option>6'6"</option>
<option>Weight:</option>
<option>296 lbs.</option>
<option>Hometown:</option>
<option>The Bayou</option>
<option>Entrance Music:</option>
<option>Led Zeppelin - 'When The Levee Breaks'</option>
<option>Wrestling Style:</option>
<option>Methodical Powerhouse</option>
<option>Signature Moves:</option>
<option> - Sword of Damocles </option>
<option> - Chokeslam </option>
<option> - Bayou Leg Sweep </option>
<option>Finishing Moves:</option>
<option> - Swamp Drop Brainbuster</option>
<option> - Honey Island Swamp Lock </option>
<option>Title History:</option>
<option> - 1x Fighting Spirit Champion</option>
<option>Other Cool Stuff:</option>
<option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Roleplay of the Year (Family Reunion)</option>
<option> - 2014 FIW Segment of the Year (The Rougarou Cometh)</option>
<option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Feud of the Year (vs. Mr. GEIST/Deacon DEATH)</option>
<option> - 2014 FIW Duo of the Year (w/ Butch Babineaux)</option>
<option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Newcomer of the Year</option>
<option> - 2014 & 2015 FIW Manager of the Year (Butch Babineaux)</option>
<option> </option>
<option> Now do you believe in The Rougarou? </option>
</select></center>
<center><select style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8pt; background-color: cadetblue; font-weight: bold; color:black">
<option style="color:black">#SWAGOLITION</option>
<option> Name: </option>
<option>"The Condemned" Lucas Bergeron</option>
<option>Height:</option>
<option>6'4½"</option>
<option>Weight:</option>
<option>235 lbs.</option>
<option>Hometown:</option>
<option>Kandiyohi, Minnesota</option>
<option>Entrance Music:</option>
<option>Black Sabbath - 'Hole in the Sky'</option>
<option>Wrestling Style:</option>
<option>Athletic - Strong Style - Brawler</option>
<option>Signature Moves:</option>
<option> - Exploder Suplex </option>
<option> - Powerbomb </option>
<option> - German Suplex </option>
<option>Finishing Moves:</option>
<option> - The Manhattan Project</option>
<option> - Honey Island Swamp Lock </option>
<option>Title History:</option>
<option> - n/a </option>
<option>Other Cool Stuff:</option>
<option> - 2015 FIW ReVolt Match of the Year (vs. Nemesis, 6/6/15)</option>
<option> - 2015 FIW Feud of the Year (vs. Nemesis)</option>
<option> - 2015 FIW Babyface of the Year</option>
<option> - 2015 FIW Duo of the Year (w/ The Rougarou)</option>
<option> </option>
<option> Just Give The Lunatic A Chance... </option>
</select></center>
<center><select style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8pt; background-color: 14b8ff; font-weight: bold; color:black">
<option style="color:black">THE MAN IN BLACK</option>
<option> Name: </option>
<option>Jim O'Brien </option>
<option>Height:</option>
<option>6'7"</option>
<option>Weight:</option>
<option>290 lbs.</option>
<option>Hometown:</option>
<option>Grant's Lick, Kentucky</option>
<option>Entrance Music:</option>
<option>Motörhead - 'Line in the Sand'</option>
<option>Wrestling Style:</option>
<option>Strong Style Powerhouse</option>
<option>Signature Moves:</option>
<option> - Belly-to-Belly Suplex</option>
<option> - Saito Suplex </option>
<option> - Jackknife Powerbomb </option>
<option> - Hells Bells-plex</option>
<option>Finishing Moves:</option>
<option> - Hells Bells</option>
<option> - F-Bomb</option>
<option>Title History:</option>
<option> - 2x Fighting Spirit Champion </option>
<option> - 1x co-holder of the FIW Tag Team Championships of the World (w/ Jorge O'Brien)</option>
<option> - 1x Ultimate Endurance Champion</option>
<option> - 1x Spirit Of Honour Champion</option>
<option> - 3x Dual Crown Champion</option>
<option> Other Cool Stuff: </option>
<option> - 2015 FIW Hall of Fame inductee</option>
<option> - 2004 TNT Superstar Of The Year</option>
<option> - 2004 Feud Of The Year (w/ Silent Rage)</option>
<option> - 2004 Match Of The Year participant (vs. Silent Rage @ FIW Genocide)
<option> - 2005 1st Runner-Up, TNT Superstar Of The Year</option>
<option> - 2005 Co-Match Of The Year participant (vs. Silent Rage @ FIW Anarchy In The UK)</option>
<option> - 2008 & 2012 Lady Luck Tournament Champion </option>
<option> - 2008 Grand Prix Tournament Champion</option>
<option> - 2008 Match of the Year participant (vs. Liam Mortell vs. Kiyoshi Nakahata @ FIW Summer of Sin) </option>
<option> - 2008 1st Runner-Up, FIW Feud of the Year participant (vs. Ash Koopa)</option>
<option> - 2008 1st Runner-Up, FIW (Face/Heel/Tweener) Turn of the Year</option>
<option> - 2009 ReVolt Match Of The Year participant (vs. Ethan Adams @ ReVolt Against The Champions X)</option>
<option> - 2009 FIW Tag Team Of The Year (The O'Brien Clan, w/ Jorge O'Brien)</option>
<option> - 2009 FIW Duo Of The Year (w/ Kendra O'Brien)</option>
<option> - April 2012 Superstar of the Month</option>
<option> - April 2012 Storyline of the Month ("Dirty Deeds...")</option>
<option> - May 2012 Superstar of the Month</option>
<option> - May 2012 Match of the Month participant (vs. Damien Holburn @ FIW Deadlock)</option>
<option> - July 2012 Co-Match of the Month participant (vs. Mad Dawg @ FIW ReVolt (07/01/12)</option>
<option> </option>
<option> So yeah, Jim was awesome. :-D </option>
</select></center>
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Meanwhile, up in the rafters of the Manchester Evening News Arena; high above the tech-crew and the one Man in Black, there hangs a man in black of a different sort: in his full ninja regailia, short of covering the top of his head, so that his black hair is allowed to dangle over the hall below. There is one rather striking aspect to this scene, beyond the obvious and rather cliche shot from the rafters: the fact that at the bottom is the tip of Daisuke 'The Crow' Tanaka's hair, and working up from there is his frowning face, his folded arms and his freshly polished title belt, which he wears around his waist so that it is actually the correct way up for the shot, but would be upside-down if Tanaka was standing on his feet. But of course, he isn't standing on his feet, because they are too busy being entwined around the girders and keeping him upside-down.

Daisuke: I wonder, if I am so scared, why am I not dragging this confrontation out longer?

The question, like the person asking it is left hanging for a second as Daisuke raises an eyebrow.

Daisuke: I could take the lead of my associate Miss Galanoochie and send in a body double; I could bring in lawyers and leave you in minefield of paperwork, subpoenaing you to three seperate court-houses on three seperate continents on the same day; at the same time, leaving you as far away from me as I could possibly manage. Better still, I could just not show up. So I ask, how do I project an aura of cowardice?

The question is punctuated by a test firing of some of the pyrotechnics being set up below him, and The Crow looks down with a disdainful grimace.

Daisuke: If I were to tell the truth - which keen observers will notice I try to do at all times - I do not want to defend my title against you, Mr. O'Brien. If it were not for the influential reign you pointed out, I would not have even entertained the thought; but that, coupled with the fact that I am not going to be contrained to some of the more usual rules led me to accept.

As he ponders his next words, he dangles and gently sways for a few seconds.

Daisuke: And yes, the fact that both Mr. Wilson and Mr. Blond have fallen most ignominiously to you is in no small way influencing my decision. Yes, my 'gang,' as you put it, took every opportunity to put a washed-up, drugged-out has-been out to pasture and failed. Possibly, this is to do with the washed-up, drugged-out has-been not being quite so washed-up or drugged-out as we had originally anticipated. Possibly, this is down to our own incompetance. Fortunately for them and you, Mr. O'Brien; I choose to believe the latter and I can promise you that it is not a mistake which will be made again.

Another thing left to ominously hang in the air and drift away for a moment before pressing on.

Daisuke: And now the roles are well and truly reversed. Just a few weeks ago, I was the upstart with ideas clearly far beyond what I could actually acheive; now, thanks to you, it has been put very clearly into perspective. Now it falls to me to show you the way of the world.

Deep breath in and...

Daisuke: Your experiences are - and I have no doubt of this - of great value to you, and the guiding hand of a Lord and Saviour is - I also have no doubt - of great importance to you. However, I completely fail to see how any of this raises you above anyone. I have my wealth and my status back home, and when I choose, I will most likely go home and lord it over the rest of Japan, but how does that raise me above above anyone else?

Raising [or lowering, depending on which way you happen to be viewing this,] his arms, the question is posed to the world at large.

Daisuke: The short answer is, that it does not. Beyond supplying certain people who desire a certain lifestyle, I have very little real power as the heir of Daishiro Tanaka* in FIW. All that carries me through are those men [and woman,] you call my gang, my swagger and my skill. As people have taken pains to point out, my associates have failed me; and merely projecting an aura of superiority does not seem to remind you of your place; leaving me, and me alone with one recourse.

One finger is raised to go with the one recourse, and Daisuke, being a gentleman, doesn't raise his middle finger.

Daisuke: So whatever I say cannot convince you, Mr. O'Brien, and I do doubt that there is anything I can do; but as I say, your importance is a construction of your own mind. A twenty nine year old who already has recycled his career and already is on the hunt for that one last run of success has nothing to teach me. Personal Demons?

He spits out a laugh, not his usual caw, for the simple reason that he's not so much laughing as just saying "Ha!"

Daisuke: I do not need you to teach me that "Life is Hard," or "Drugs are Bad;" and the last person who talked to me about "Paying my Dues" was organising a one night Mixed Martial Arts tournament and was telling me to take a quick tap out in the second round to a fighter whose career they were trying to launch. I was informed that should I fail to comply, I would not walk out of the arena. Be under no illusions: I left the Nagoya Rainbow Hall that night with one polished trophy, the keys to an Aston Martin and two working legs.**

Now comes Daisuke's real laugh, a hideous sound that is the reason that there is no camera operator for this scene, only wires.

Daisuke: Or did you think that I just spend my days cowering? Did no-one tell you that I could fight? So swatting you like a fly failed, Mr. O'Brien; but do you really think you have faced the full might of the Tanaka Zaibatsu? Have you seen my foot aimed at your face yet? Have you had to try and escape one of my Jujigatame?

With another laugh, the borders on the manic, Daisuke draws out the infamous needles; two inches of almost invisibly thin steel are pulled out from his gloves and one is held between each pair of fingers in each hand...

Daisuke: You have shamed my organisation, Mr. O'Brien; do you really think I will let you go any further?

Rearing his arms across his chest, Tanaka lets the needles fly towards the camera. The next we see is falling... Falling... Falling...

Crashing.


[size0]* Actually, officially Daisuke isn't Daishiro's heir, but that doesn't stop him pretending that he is; mainly because it is common knowledge that Daishiro would much prefer his own son to succeed him instead of his shiftless, conniving and rather untrustworthy son-in-law.

** Unfortunately, within 6 months, Daisuke had smashed the trophy following an arguement with his father, given the car away to Jun Kimura's younger sister in an attempt to woo her, and only had one fully functioning leg. Whether any of this is connected to the organiser's threat is a question that neither Daisuke, nor anyone close to him has ever answered.
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