Date: Wednesday, October 18th
Place: Tokyo Dome in Tokyo, Japan
Time: Right after GWA Wednesday Insurrection
The scene opens up backstage at the Tokyo Dome. Wednesday Insurrection has just ended no less than five minutes ago, and while most people are excited about the crowning of a new Maximus Champion, one man is livid about his own match. Not exactly his match, but what happened after his match. In his locker room, the man is going nuts. That man is That Guy Dave.
He is still wearing his wrestling gear. Black tights with a yellow outline of flames shooting up his right leg. Yellow and black motorcycle boots, with a black elbow pad on his right arm. His hair is damp and slicked back. He is obviously very angry, being that he is tearing up the locker room. He throws a chair against the wall, smashes a small table, and crushes a television. All this with crutches on! Seeing that he broke everything worth breaking, he kicks open the door of the locker room and enters the hallway. Since there is nothing to break nearby, he starts a fight with the wall, kicking and punching it. That Guy Dave stops when he sees a short Japanese man walking down the hallway. He is wearing a penguin suit with a red tie and small eyeglasses. TGD suddenly starts running/limping at the man, holding his crutches above his head. The Japanese man turns around and jumps when he sees TGD. He nervously looks behind him, hoping TGD isn't running at him. When he turns back around, TGD sends him sailing a good ten feet with a charging spear. That Guy Dave gets up, then hits the man in the stomach with his crutches. He looks around. More stuff to break! He steps onto a table sitting in the hallway, then jumps on one foot while holding his other foot in the air, and snaps it in half right in the middle. He then grabs one end of the table and hurls it into the wall, and kicks the other end. As he is beating up the table end with one of his crutches, Johnny Viscous walks up. He is still wearing his black singlet with blue trim.
Johnny Viscous: Dave...what the hell are you doing?
That Guy Dave: (Talks really fast.) F*CKIN' PIECE OF SH*T C*CKSUCKER MOTHER F*CKIN' SON OF A B*TCH!
Johnny Viscous: Wh-What?
That Guy Dave: (Talks slowly.) F*ckin' piece of sh*t c*cksucker mother f*ckin' son of a b*tch...
Johnny Viscous: Who?
That Guy Dave: That prick Steven Fury!
Johnny Viscous: Why? What'd he do?
That Guy Dave: Didn't you see what happened?!? After I *single handedly* beat Cutter and Essex, I was all set to give that monkey Chris Cane some payback for last Wednesday when Fury stopped me...and said me and Cane would be a permanent f*ckin' tag team!
Johnny Viscous: That's why you're breaking all the stuff around the arena? Geez Dave, Fury won't care. But I've got an idea...
As Johnny Viscous starts whispering something to That Guy Dave, the scene fades out.
Date: Wednesday, October 18th
Place: The parking lot outside the Tokyo Dome
Time: Twenty Minutes later...
The scene re-opens outside of the Tokyo Dome, in the parking lot. It is late, and only five cars remain in the parking lot. Two black limos, a black Mercedes Benz SL-500, a white Lamborghini, and a dark green Ford Explorer. The camera pans to the left as That Guy Dave crutches onto the scene. He is holding a small knife. Johnny Viscous follows him, with his sledge hammer swinging from his right arm. Dave looks around, then stops.
That Guy Dave: Dammit, there's five cars here. How do I know which one is which?
Johnny Viscous: I dunno...just f*ck 'em all up.
That Guy Dave: Heh, good idea.
That Guy Dave crutches over to one of the black limos. He leans his crutches against it, then sits on the ground near the back of the car and lifts up the knife. He stabs the back tire with it, and it hisses loudly as all the air escapes. He crawls to the front of the car, and does the same to that tire. He crawls around the front, slashes the third tire, then crawls to the back and does the same. He crawls around the back of the car, stands on one foot, and grabs his crutches, putting them under his arms. He relaxes, then looks over to Johnny Viscous.
That Guy Dave: Lemme see your sledge hammer.
Johnny Viscous: Sledgy? Make sure you don't break him, okay?
That Guy Dave:Yeah.
Viscous walks to TGD and hands him the sledge hammer. Dave drops his crutches on the ground, balances on one foot, and smashes the window with "Sledgy". He dents the door, and the trunk, then hops to the next window.. He smashes that window, hops to the next, smashes it, hops to the next, smashes it, and so on and so forth. He then hops in front of the car, and destroys the headlights, the windshield and the hood. He then smashes and dents up the other side of the car, and puts a few dents in the roof for good measure. TGD proceeds to do the same to the second limo, then starts to do it to the Mercedes. He stops mid-way through.
That Guy Dave: Aw f*ck!
Johnny Viscous: What?
That Guy Dave: This is my f*ckin' car!
Viscous starts laughing hysterically.
That Guy Dave: Oh well, I got plenty more.
That Guy Dave begins his attack on the Lamborghini, smashing it to pieces and popping the tires. He moves on to the Explorer, and slashes all the tires, then starts breaking the windows. He freezes when he hears somebody yelling.
Voice: WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOIN' TO MY CAR?!?
Dave drops the sledge hammer on the ground. A huge man lumbers towards him. He looks to be about seven feet tall, with no hair and rippling muscles all over. Johnny Viscous runs away immediately, leaving Dave to fend for himself on one foot. The man walks up to Dave. Dave responds by punching him in the chest about a dozen times. The man doesn't flinch. He hurls Dave into his destroyed Explorer, knocking him flat on his back. As the man approaches Dave, he attempts to punch him below the belt, but misses, and smacks his fist against the man's belt buckle. He yelps in pain, holding his hand. The man stands over Dave, when he suddenly flies foward right past Dave, and falls to the ground, unconcious. The camera pans to the right, above Dave, showing Johnny Viscous standing there, holding half of a cement block. The other half is laying at his feet, having been broken over the man's head. Viscous helps drops the other half of the cement block, and helps TGD to his feet.
That Guy Dave: ...That prick is lucky you came when you did! I was about to go Bruce Lee on his punk ass!
Johnny Viscous: Heh, okay. We better get oughta here before someone comes.
Viscous gets TGD's crutches and hands them to him, then picks up his sledge hammer. They walk/crutch back into the building as the scene fades out.
Date: Thursday, October 19th
Place: Outside a hotel in Tokyo, Japan
Time: 2:19 AM
The scene re-opens outside a large hotel at the edge of the city of Tokyo. The hotel is a good thirty stories high, and light brown colored. It looks to be a luxurious place. A white taxi pulls up to the curb and comes to a quick stop. The left back door opens, and That Guy Dave hops out. He is wearing a plain black suit with a gold shirt under it and a gold tie to match. He reaches back into the car. He re-emerges with his crutches, which he leans against the car, then reaches back in and grabs a small black suitcase. He sets it on the ground, then slams the door shut. He pulls a small cord from the top of the suitcase, loops it around the hand bar on one of his crutches, then fastens it to the top of the suitcase. He puts a crutch under each arm, and slowly starts crutching away as the taxi speeds off. Dave surprisingly opens the main door with ease, and crutches into the lobby. A young Japanese brunette receptionist smiles at him as he passes by her towards the elevators. He pushes the up button on the wall and waits patiently for an elevator to arrive. After about thirty seconds, he hears a "ding" and the elevator doors to the left of him slide open. He crutches into the empty elevator, and pushes the button for floor eighteen. The doors close, and the elevator hums as it starts moving upward. About a minute later, the elevator stops, and the doors slide back open. He crutches out of the elevator into the hallway, and turns left, then rounds a corner and walks about fifteen feet down the hallway, then stops in front of a door on his left and knocks on the door. The door soon opens, and Dane Allington is standing there.
He is wearing a red, black and gray Mecca t-shirt and black jogging pants with a thick red line going down each leg. He is holding a bottle of Corona Extra with a small piece of a lime in it.
Dane Allington: Wussup man.
That Guy Dave: Wussup?!? WUSSUP?!? I'll tell you what's f*cking up! That piece of sh*t scumbag of a president made me and Chris Cane become a permanent tag team! It's f*ckin' bullsh*t!
Dane Allington: Calm down man, get in the room and yell, you're gonna get us kicked out of this place...yellin' and screamin' in the hallway...
Dane walks back into the room and That Guy Dave crutches in. He kicks the door shut and continues walking into the large room, where he drops his crutches and collapses on the bed. Dane leans against the wall, sipping on his beer.
That Guy Dave: What a f*ckin' night. I wrestle an entire match with a fractured ankle, win that match, find out I was made a permanent tag team with my f*ckin' worst enemy Chris Cane, accidentally wrecked my car, and got beat up by a seven foot f*ckin' monkey. God damn, I want some f*ckin' sleep!
Dane Allington: Who are you and Chris Cane fighting next Wednesday?
That Guy Dave: The Outlaw and some jobber...J something. Juventud Stryker I think. Or Javier Stryker...I forget. The Outlaw is nothing though. Johnny Viscous beat his ass all over the Egg Dome earlier, and I'll do the same next Wednesday. Though I'm confused as to why the Outlaw is even fighting, last time I checked he quit Gladiator Wrestling. He probably won't show, and I can't blame him. I mean, he's not even a GWA wrestler...and he's probably scared sh*tless of me. And Juventud Stryker or whatever is a nobody. Jobbers don't win, plain and simple. Except of course for Joe Jobber, but he doesn't count. Stryker is just another monkey in the GWA, we all know Steven Fury is sticking money in his pockets to face me. He probably asked the rest of the roster in the GWA and everybody else was too scared to do it. So, he asked a rookie who doesn't know me from friggin' Melissa Faith, and of course Juvi accepted. Then he just threw the Outlaw in as his partner, knowing that he can't make the Outlaw wrestle. And I gotta admit it man, me and Chris Cane did pretty good as a team. I sure as hell didn't enjoy teaming with the prick, especially with a fractured ankle. But, it did feel good to finally overcome this friggin' conspiracy and win a match. Fury has been holding me back ever since I joined up with the GWA, but earlier tonight, I stuck it to him and won my match, despite the fact that all the odds were against me. And Dane, next Wednesday at Insurrection, I'm gonna do it again, I'm gonna shock the world, pull off the upset, and go home the winner. Juventud Stryker and the Outlaw...if he's there...are gonna wake up four hours later knowing that they got Dave'd!
Dane Allington: ...Did you see the Pay-Per-View card yet? It's called Paradise Lost, I think.
That Guy Dave: Nah, do I have a match?
Dane Allington: Yeah, but you're not gonna like this.
That Guy Dave: Just tell me, I'm already pissed off anyway.
Dane Allington: You're in a four way tag team match. Winners get a tag title shot.
That Guy Dave: Four way.
Dane Allington: ...Yeah.
That Guy Dave: I'm supposed to team with my worst enemy against three f*ckin' experienced tag teams?!? For a tag team title shot?!? I don't f*ckin' want the tag titles! I want out of this f*ckin' tag team! Again! Again Dane! Again that piece of sh*t c*ck suckin' prick screws me over!
That Guy Dave suddenly stops talking. He stares blankly at the wall, clutches his chest, and leans foward, resting his elbows on his knees. He starts breathing heavily.
Dane Allington: Y-You all right man?
That Guy Dave: ...Whoa...I'm not feelin' too good.
Dane Allington: What's wrong?
That Guy Dave: N-Nothing...I just need some rest.
Dane Allington: You sure?
That Guy Dave: Yeah. I'm gonna go take a shower, then I'm goin' to bed.
Dane Allington: ...Okay.
That Guy Dave grabs the crutch with the suitcase attached to it, and unfastens it. He then lifts up the suitcase, and hops to the bathroom door. He stops for a second, and shakes his head, then enters the bathroom. He closes the door as the scene fades out.
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