Vasquez/Halme vs Griffith/Papes

[Ryan Cooke]

Good luck to both teams!

[qbk9]

=== This is Vasquez's first promo since his return to the ring. He just won his first single's title. Heading into the first PPW show, this promo should show his level of confidence. ===

Let this be a lesson for you.

This is likely your first few encounters with Aaron “Chico” Vasquez – but this man is far from a “rookie”.

[The voice of Blake Samuels can be heard. Our screen was still black, as we’ve been preempted by what sounds like the manager of the A.C.W Cruiserweight champion.]

[…]

[Up.]

[Blake Samuels.]

[Aaron Vasquez.]

[The ACW Cruiserweight Championship.]

BS: “The Pacific Northwest has been considered “The Proving Grounds” of professional wrestling for the past three decades. If you’re able to “get over” there – you know you’ve got what it takes to survive in this business.”

“Aaron Vasquez, is just that… “

“A Survivor.”

[Vasquez snarls into the camera. Strung across his left shoulder, is the ten pounds of gold which he wrestled away from Stardust on last week’s Anarchy television tapings.]

[Vasquez’s eye glisten, almost as much as the title belt he holds. He stares with intent, the look of a predator who was just fed, and is now looking for desert.]

BS: “How does the humble pie taste, Stardust? I mean, if you’ve taken the time, like we have, to listen to what you were saying just one week ago, you ought to feel a little embarrassed. Never mind the fact that you blatantly overlooked my client – but your biggest misstep was assuming that Aaron Vasquez is “new” to this. “

“What you’ve failed to realize, is that there is a really big world out there. This world spans beyond the little bubble to which you exist. Your attempt at trash talk was laughable, and you were disposed of accordingly.”

[Samuels grins arrogantly. And why not? He’s standing next to one of the toughest men in professional wrestling.]

“As for your rematch…”

[Samuels smirks.]

“Are you sure you want one? Chico thoroughly disposed of your gameplan, and put you to sleep. You ought to stop worrying so much about your opponent – and concentrate on yourself, and how to improve.”

[It is here, that Aaron Vasquez utters his first words of the promo.]

AV: “S’ like I said, ju wuz lef t’ push up dem daises, homie. I dun took j’or title, n’ I dun left ju der ex-pose’d f’ da whole world t’ see. Whutchu know ‘bout it?”

“Dis right j’yeeer”

[Vasquez slaps the ten pounds of gold that sits on his shoulders.]

AV: “Dis mean dat imma boss playa – callin da shot’z up in hyeeer’, ju feel me?”

On tha real kikko, ju got rock’d da fuck up, son… like, straight busted. Ju shouldda neva disreck dis nigga, ju dun found out wha’ gon’ happen. Ju wuz jus’ an example ov da weak wanan be muthaphucka’z dat need t’ come correct. Imma start trainin’ y’all niggaz, like ju wuz in class, son.”

[Vasquez raises his right hand, and with his index finger, makes a gesture as if he were letting off a shot from his piece.]

AV: “Brrrrrraaaaattttt….”

“Pop, Pop”

[Samuels seems impressed.]

BS: “Chico has made a vow to keep his physical behavior to the ring, and to ‘really’ attempt a serious run this time around. Proving to be tough just isn’t enough – it doesn’t pay the bills… it doesn’t feed our families.”

AV: “My nigguz mal-nutritious dey ain’ eatin’ ‘nuff, ya hurd?”

BS: “The obligations of being a singles champion, is something that our camp takes great pride in. This was Chico’s first single’s title – and it is one that he will always cherish.

However, the work has only just begun.”

[…]

“Already there are challengers nipping at his heels – and other members of the ACW locker room are starting to get a little worried about their “spots” within the company. As they should – there is a new superstar in the ACW that you should all get familiar with – because you’re going to see him for along time.”

“And if you can’t find him, just look up… as you will find him at the very top of the ladder.”

[Vasquez is basically growling like a rabid K9.]

BS: “And it all starts with Wally Williams.”

[Vasquez speaks.]

AV: “J’yo – I ain’ even know who ju pissed off, son… but if dey gon’ send ju t’ da slaughta’ ju musta fucked wit someone, you feel me? Imma straight lace ju up, fry ju like spam – den da’vower ju. Imma show da world, jus’ whut da fuck dey gotta watch fo in dey sleep, kid.”

“Make dem crackas shake – all shook up, ju know?”



BS: “December 14th, 2008 – Aaron Vasquez will do two things that Stardust couldn’t do.

One: Successfully defend the cruiserweight championship.

Two: To back up his trash talk – and do what he says he will do.

[Ouch.]

[We close with a shot of The ACW Cruiserweight Championship.]

[Cut.]


[Black.]

[James]

[The Beginning is the End is the Beginning.]

Ups and downs.

Highs and lows.

Ebb and flow.

Welcome to the meaning of life.

Just a series of good and bad times.

For the longest time Dusty Griffith had nothing but the best of times.

Year long reign at the top of WCC.

WCWA Champion.

Dominate HRW from top to bottom.

Winning Summer Games IX.

All of that and so much more had happened in the seemingly charmed and perfect life of one Dusty Griffith. Wrestling Mega Star.

That was four months ago.

And ever since. Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Three years of preparing for the moment.

A year to become one of the hottest commodities in the game.

Thought to be the man who was considered the unstoppable force to Ryan Blasier's immovable object.

You could say the number Victor Mandrake did on Griffith's shoulder killed that.

But it wasn't really. Oh it certainly put a dent in him.

Dusty's loss of the HRW and PNW titles soon after Summer Games was proof of that.

But again, it wasn't really. Dusty's shoulder healed quickly, a lucky break if you will.

Griffith could have made it back, he could have took that final step to what seemed to be his destiny.

Yet... he didn't.

Why?

Surely he wasn't so intimidated by Blasier that it caused him to run away.

Not for a man who lived for and craved the next biggest challenge.

Some say he was exhausted. That his nonstop trip around the world was too taxing.

Certainly Griffith had run himself ragged all the way to the end.

Some even wonder if the spotlight got so bright that the pressure simply made him crack.

Indeed there were expectations. His victory at Summer Games only spiked the pressure to a new level of intensity.

Either way... It brought about the end of Dusty Griffith as we knew him.

Time has passed and in his absence someone else took up the task of dethroning Blasier.

Who then promptly after that... retired, again.

And now...

Dusty finds himself at the beginning where the end left off.

Now it's time to see if he really is all he's been cracked up to be.

[End.]

[Mikko]

A dark scene in the airport in Reykjavik, Iceland. There are very few people sitting in the wide corridor outside boarding gate 12a. The glass walls reflect the lights suspended from the ceiling. The shops are all dark with the gate dropped over the entrances.

But in the far corner of the room, a man and woman sit. Two large bags sitting side by side in front of them. They lean back, their heads to the ceiling, eyes closed. They are J.J. Halme and Leena Saari. Both clad in big winter coats and jeans. J.J.'s coat open exposing a t-shirt for Ensiferum, a Finnish viking metal band.

In moving closer it would seem they are very much awake. Speaking silently to each other, possibly for the purposes of the camera, in English.

"Jukka, are you awake?"

He does nothing more than make a slight grunting noise.

"How is it you can sleep in airport?"

"I'm not sleeping. Just thinking."

"About how bad it was in Stockholm's airport?"

He lets out another grunt, followed by a slight grin. "No. I am thinking about this P P W we are going. I am thinking, what if the American's are as pig headed as their president."

Now Leena laughs. "It is likely. He was after all elected twice."

"Yes, but many Finn's who moved to this area have stayed. I am wondering why."

"Well, no matter what happens, I'm not staying. I would miss home too much." After no response and a brief silence. "Do you know who it is you are to wrestle?"

"Some kind of tag team competition. Random assigned partners. I'm with some Meksikolainen."

"Protect your wallet."

"I don't plan on letting him back in the ring if he begs me. This is to be my debut, and I will make it mine."

With that the doors to the gate open and a voice comes over the loud speaker. The announcement comes first in Icelandic, then again in English.

"Now boarding flight number 477 from Reykjavik to Minneapolis at gate number 12a."