Post by Dave Rydell on Nov 12, 2016 19:00:22 GMT -5
Chicago, IL – November 7, 2016.
Dave Rydell is sitting at the bar at O’Malley’s, watching the election coverage. He is having a glass of rum and the bar is packed. Everyone is paying attention and having their beverages. The bartender, Tyler; his old friend; turns to him after serving a patron.
Tyler: Who do you think will win?
Dave: I’m pulling for Trump, obviously.
Tyler: Do you think Killary has a shot?
Dave: Nah. She’s done way too much corrupt shit to even be in the election, but she is. I just don’t think she’s going to win.
Tyler: I hope you’re right.
Just then, James Mueller, Dave’s old tag team partner walks up and asks for a beer. He sits next to Dave.
James: So Battleground, eh?
Dave: C’mon man. You know I’m pissed.
James: And you have every right to be. But now look at it this way. You’ve got a shot at redemption, in a way. You are going against the man who screwed you harder than Hillary will screw this country if she wins. And on top of that you have a chance to go with the World Champ.
Dave: All facts.
James: Your downfall….
Dave: Downfall?
James: Your partner.
Dave: Fuck that guy. He’s a total tool bag. If he was half as good as he says he is, he would’ve made it a lot farther than he did at Battleground.
James: He’s said some pretty strong stuff about not even tagging you in.
Dave: Look at my career. When did I ever have a partner who was worth a fuck?
James: Hey!
Dave: Obviously you’re the exception. But for real… Hastings, Orson, Lone Wolf, hell, even my own brother.
James: Fair.
Dave: You and I though, never won the gold. So really, how good were you?
James: Low blow dude.
Dave: You’ll be ok. Now can we get back to watching this shit show of an election?
As the two continue to drink, the night goes on. The two become more and more drunk by the hour and at the end of the night, Donald Trump is named the new President Elect. The bar goes wild. A few here and there are in support of Hillary, so they quickly pay their tabs and move out. Fade out.
Chicago, IL – November 9, 2016 – Dave Rydell’s Home.
It’s about 11:00 am and Dave Rydell is getting his bag together for the gym. He is getting ready to take out the trash as well, but his phone rings. He looks at it and doesn’t answer as it’s an unknown number. It rings again, and he again sends it to voicemail. Once more the phone rings. He answers.
Dave: Hello?
Voice: I’m looking for Dave Rydell.
Dave: Speaking.
Voice: Mr. Rydell, this is the President Elect, Donald J. Trump.
In shock, Dave is silent.
Trump: Mr. Rydell?
Still silence.
Trump: Hello?
Dave: Is this a joke?
Trump: Not at all. Listen, as the future President of this great nation, I am looking to shake things up here in Washington. I am cleaning house and adding in some important things. Do you have a moment to speak on a few matters?
Dave: For you? I have all the time in the world.
Trump: Excellent. The reason I am calling you is because I am going to be creating jobs. One of those jobs I am creating is entitled the ‘Secretary of Professional Wrestling.’ I am naming you to head this position up. Can I count on you?
Dave: Of course, absolutely. When would you like to meet to discuss policy and things of that nature?
Trump: I’m doing some traveling this week and I know you are scheduled to compete every Monday night, so how about we meet Friday, if you’re up for competing after those flights?
Dave: That sounds perfect.
Trump: Great to here. I will have my people call you to set up your itinerary and make this as smooth as possible. And Dave…
Dave: Yes, Mr. President?
Trump: I appreciate you joining me in this venture to help Make America Great Again!
Dave: I am honored, sir. Thank you for the opportunity.
Fade out.
Chicago, IL – November 9, 2016 – O’Malley’s Office.
James Mueller and Dave Rydell are sitting at the conference table in the back office of the bar.
James: You mean to tell me he just calls you out of the blue and offers you a job?
Dave: Bro, I swear to God he did.
James: I don’t believe it. No way dude.
Dave: Maaaaan…. You should’ve been there. I’m obviously not going to call him to prove a point, the man is the future President. He’s busy. But I am seriously stoked.
James: If it’s true, that’s awesome. If it’s not, you are the most gullible sack on the planet.
Dave: Whatever, I’m still going. I fly out tomorrow afternoon and come back Saturday. Regardless if it’s a sham or not, I can at least go visit my dad.
James: Fair. So what’s up with Monday? Did you see what Travis said?
Dave: Oh, you mean the guy who’s only beat me once and that I’ve beat… I don’t even know how many times? Yeah. He thinks he and Wallace are going to put us through the ringer.
James: Whoever booked you and Alexander together as a team is clearly on drugs.
Dave: Obviously. That fuck doesn’t know what he’s doing. He gets one win in singles action against Taylor Ryan and thinks he’s king shithead around here. I showed his sorry ass why I’m not to be messed with at Battleground. Wallace doesn’t know what kind of beast he unleashed when he screwed me out of that match.
James: The biggest problem you have isn’t Travis or Alan, it’s Austin.
Dave: He isn’t a problem. I’ll turn that match into a handicap match before I let him screw me over. Wallace is a mastermind, and he thwarted my victory on Halloween. Roberts is holding onto that title for me. It’s just a matter of time before I get the shot I have been going after. I’m no longer begging or buying my way into those matches. I’m going to earn it. And when I get the shot, I’m going to beat him just like I have so many times in the past. Monday night is just going to be a preview of things to come.
James: And what’s that?
Dave: Certain victory, dear friend. Alexander thinks he can keep me out of that match. If he wants to move down to the bottom of the roster where he belongs, then so be it. Good riddance. But as far as Monday goes, the gag is on him given my track record of terrible tag partners. I will find my way in and I will pulverize the so called ‘Vain One’ and give him the beating I owe him due to what he did. Then, I focus on the World Champion. Systematically beat him from limb to limb and make him realize that one win over me doesn’t make him better than me. It makes him lucky.
James: Well, tell me how you really feel.
Dave: I’ve been waiting two weeks to get my hands on Wallace. Roberts is an added bonus. Alexander is just a pawn that was places in my way. Monday will be check mate for everyone involved.
Fade out.
Washington, DC – November 11, 2016 – Undisclosed Location.[/b]
As Dave Rydell sits in the lobby of a very nice building, dressed to the 9’s in a suit, the receptionist waves him over.
Receptionist: Mr. Trump will see you now.
Dave nods and heads down the hallway and into the office. He takes a seat across from the man himself; Donald J. Trump.
Donald: Mr. Rydell, thanks for coming on such short notice. I’ll get right to it. This country has a problem, well, many problems. One of them is the number of illegals in this great nation who are stealing jobs from the American people, raping our women, dealing illegal substances, and overall just committing so many crimes that we then have to house them in our prisons! I don’t like it and I want a change.
Dave: Well, Mr. Trump….
Donald: Please, call me Donald.
Dave: With all due respect, you are going to be the next President. I would rather refer to you as such. Mr. President, I am on board. You don’t need to say anymore. With you making me the Secretary of Professional Wrestling, I can create at least four jobs in the company I work for alone. People like Killian King, Mil Vidas, Jordan King, Rogan MacLean… they probably won’t be here much longer if I have anything to do about it. I’ve already gotten started on your wall project as I’ve done the liberty of finding thousands of jobless and homeless veterans. I’ve rented out a warehouse to house them, and another warehouse to store materials.
Donald: That is outstanding. I knew I picked the right man for the job. I knew hiring a veteran such as yourself, and someone in the wrestling business was the right call. Now, let’s discuss a few more items.
Donald pulls out a sheet of paper that lists numerous items on it. Fade out.
Chicago, IL – November 14, 2016 – UGWC Arena.
Dave Rydell walks into the building wearing his new suit, talking on his cell phone, obviously to Donald Trump. He has 2 Secret Service agents flanking him and another man carrying his bag. Dave continues talking while heading toward the locker room. Once there, an agent posts outside the door and the other inside to clear the room. The agent comes out and Dave goes in with his bag.
Dave: Of course. No, absolutely Mr. President. Thank you. Alright. Bye.
Dave puts his phone down when suddenly there is a knock on the door.
Dave: Come in!
In walks Roxy Malone. Dave smirks as he removes his jacket and hangs it up.
Dave: Ms. Malone, how may I help you?
Roxy: Mr. Rydell, is the rumor true, you’ve been named the Secretary of Professional Wrestling by the future President, Donald Trump?
Dave: As a matter of fact it is true. You know, a lot of people probably aren’t going to be happy about it, but that doesn’t matter. The Trump Administration isn’t here to cater to your feelings and make you all warm and fuzzy inside. This administration is here to make this country what it used to be; one of the greatest super powers this world has seen.
Roxy: How will this affect your campaign towards the World Championship?
Dave: Oh, Roxy, it won’t. See, I am here to help make this place great again too. If you didn’t pay attention to my promo for ‘In Your Hands’, I campaigned to get the voters trust and confidence to join Donovan Hastings in his fight for the Co-Operative Championship. What happened?
Roxy: You were nominated by the UGWC Universe.
Dave: Precisely. And not only that, I made true on my promise to win. I won the vote, and I went on to win the titles with Hastings. While the pairing wasn’t a match made in heaven, I make good on my promises to these fans and now, to the American people. Together, this nation can be great again. We just need to get rid of a few bad apples.
Roxy: Apples?
At the word ‘apples’, Roxy looks around and somewhat ducks out of the way.
Dave: No Roxy, there are no vicious apples in here. Besides, we can keep you safe. I am talking about those who infiltrated this country and started taking jobs from future stars in this company. The likes of Killian King, Jordan King, Mil Vidas… just to name a few. However, right now that isn’t my focus. My focus is for Monday night. My focus is on the World Champion, Travis Roberts, and his partner Alan Wallace, the man who screwed me out of Battleground.
Roxy: What about your partner, Austin Alexander?
Dave: He is not to be worried about. He can claim all these things he wants to about how I’m a parasite, a low life, and misunderstood. Maybe he can understand these words: Get in my way, and I will drop you like a bad habit. Now, Ms. Malone, if you’ll excuse me I’ve got to prepare for tonight.
Roxy: Of course. Thanks for your time.
Roxy heads out of the locker room and Dave begins to get changed for Synergy. End.
Dave Rydell is sitting at the bar at O’Malley’s, watching the election coverage. He is having a glass of rum and the bar is packed. Everyone is paying attention and having their beverages. The bartender, Tyler; his old friend; turns to him after serving a patron.
Tyler: Who do you think will win?
Dave: I’m pulling for Trump, obviously.
Tyler: Do you think Killary has a shot?
Dave: Nah. She’s done way too much corrupt shit to even be in the election, but she is. I just don’t think she’s going to win.
Tyler: I hope you’re right.
Just then, James Mueller, Dave’s old tag team partner walks up and asks for a beer. He sits next to Dave.
James: So Battleground, eh?
Dave: C’mon man. You know I’m pissed.
James: And you have every right to be. But now look at it this way. You’ve got a shot at redemption, in a way. You are going against the man who screwed you harder than Hillary will screw this country if she wins. And on top of that you have a chance to go with the World Champ.
Dave: All facts.
James: Your downfall….
Dave: Downfall?
James: Your partner.
Dave: Fuck that guy. He’s a total tool bag. If he was half as good as he says he is, he would’ve made it a lot farther than he did at Battleground.
James: He’s said some pretty strong stuff about not even tagging you in.
Dave: Look at my career. When did I ever have a partner who was worth a fuck?
James: Hey!
Dave: Obviously you’re the exception. But for real… Hastings, Orson, Lone Wolf, hell, even my own brother.
James: Fair.
Dave: You and I though, never won the gold. So really, how good were you?
James: Low blow dude.
Dave: You’ll be ok. Now can we get back to watching this shit show of an election?
As the two continue to drink, the night goes on. The two become more and more drunk by the hour and at the end of the night, Donald Trump is named the new President Elect. The bar goes wild. A few here and there are in support of Hillary, so they quickly pay their tabs and move out. Fade out.
Chicago, IL – November 9, 2016 – Dave Rydell’s Home.
It’s about 11:00 am and Dave Rydell is getting his bag together for the gym. He is getting ready to take out the trash as well, but his phone rings. He looks at it and doesn’t answer as it’s an unknown number. It rings again, and he again sends it to voicemail. Once more the phone rings. He answers.
Dave: Hello?
Voice: I’m looking for Dave Rydell.
Dave: Speaking.
Voice: Mr. Rydell, this is the President Elect, Donald J. Trump.
In shock, Dave is silent.
Trump: Mr. Rydell?
Still silence.
Trump: Hello?
Dave: Is this a joke?
Trump: Not at all. Listen, as the future President of this great nation, I am looking to shake things up here in Washington. I am cleaning house and adding in some important things. Do you have a moment to speak on a few matters?
Dave: For you? I have all the time in the world.
Trump: Excellent. The reason I am calling you is because I am going to be creating jobs. One of those jobs I am creating is entitled the ‘Secretary of Professional Wrestling.’ I am naming you to head this position up. Can I count on you?
Dave: Of course, absolutely. When would you like to meet to discuss policy and things of that nature?
Trump: I’m doing some traveling this week and I know you are scheduled to compete every Monday night, so how about we meet Friday, if you’re up for competing after those flights?
Dave: That sounds perfect.
Trump: Great to here. I will have my people call you to set up your itinerary and make this as smooth as possible. And Dave…
Dave: Yes, Mr. President?
Trump: I appreciate you joining me in this venture to help Make America Great Again!
Dave: I am honored, sir. Thank you for the opportunity.
Fade out.
Chicago, IL – November 9, 2016 – O’Malley’s Office.
James Mueller and Dave Rydell are sitting at the conference table in the back office of the bar.
James: You mean to tell me he just calls you out of the blue and offers you a job?
Dave: Bro, I swear to God he did.
James: I don’t believe it. No way dude.
Dave: Maaaaan…. You should’ve been there. I’m obviously not going to call him to prove a point, the man is the future President. He’s busy. But I am seriously stoked.
James: If it’s true, that’s awesome. If it’s not, you are the most gullible sack on the planet.
Dave: Whatever, I’m still going. I fly out tomorrow afternoon and come back Saturday. Regardless if it’s a sham or not, I can at least go visit my dad.
James: Fair. So what’s up with Monday? Did you see what Travis said?
Dave: Oh, you mean the guy who’s only beat me once and that I’ve beat… I don’t even know how many times? Yeah. He thinks he and Wallace are going to put us through the ringer.
James: Whoever booked you and Alexander together as a team is clearly on drugs.
Dave: Obviously. That fuck doesn’t know what he’s doing. He gets one win in singles action against Taylor Ryan and thinks he’s king shithead around here. I showed his sorry ass why I’m not to be messed with at Battleground. Wallace doesn’t know what kind of beast he unleashed when he screwed me out of that match.
James: The biggest problem you have isn’t Travis or Alan, it’s Austin.
Dave: He isn’t a problem. I’ll turn that match into a handicap match before I let him screw me over. Wallace is a mastermind, and he thwarted my victory on Halloween. Roberts is holding onto that title for me. It’s just a matter of time before I get the shot I have been going after. I’m no longer begging or buying my way into those matches. I’m going to earn it. And when I get the shot, I’m going to beat him just like I have so many times in the past. Monday night is just going to be a preview of things to come.
James: And what’s that?
Dave: Certain victory, dear friend. Alexander thinks he can keep me out of that match. If he wants to move down to the bottom of the roster where he belongs, then so be it. Good riddance. But as far as Monday goes, the gag is on him given my track record of terrible tag partners. I will find my way in and I will pulverize the so called ‘Vain One’ and give him the beating I owe him due to what he did. Then, I focus on the World Champion. Systematically beat him from limb to limb and make him realize that one win over me doesn’t make him better than me. It makes him lucky.
James: Well, tell me how you really feel.
Dave: I’ve been waiting two weeks to get my hands on Wallace. Roberts is an added bonus. Alexander is just a pawn that was places in my way. Monday will be check mate for everyone involved.
Fade out.
Washington, DC – November 11, 2016 – Undisclosed Location.[/b]
As Dave Rydell sits in the lobby of a very nice building, dressed to the 9’s in a suit, the receptionist waves him over.
Receptionist: Mr. Trump will see you now.
Dave nods and heads down the hallway and into the office. He takes a seat across from the man himself; Donald J. Trump.
Donald: Mr. Rydell, thanks for coming on such short notice. I’ll get right to it. This country has a problem, well, many problems. One of them is the number of illegals in this great nation who are stealing jobs from the American people, raping our women, dealing illegal substances, and overall just committing so many crimes that we then have to house them in our prisons! I don’t like it and I want a change.
Dave: Well, Mr. Trump….
Donald: Please, call me Donald.
Dave: With all due respect, you are going to be the next President. I would rather refer to you as such. Mr. President, I am on board. You don’t need to say anymore. With you making me the Secretary of Professional Wrestling, I can create at least four jobs in the company I work for alone. People like Killian King, Mil Vidas, Jordan King, Rogan MacLean… they probably won’t be here much longer if I have anything to do about it. I’ve already gotten started on your wall project as I’ve done the liberty of finding thousands of jobless and homeless veterans. I’ve rented out a warehouse to house them, and another warehouse to store materials.
Donald: That is outstanding. I knew I picked the right man for the job. I knew hiring a veteran such as yourself, and someone in the wrestling business was the right call. Now, let’s discuss a few more items.
Donald pulls out a sheet of paper that lists numerous items on it. Fade out.
Chicago, IL – November 14, 2016 – UGWC Arena.
Dave Rydell walks into the building wearing his new suit, talking on his cell phone, obviously to Donald Trump. He has 2 Secret Service agents flanking him and another man carrying his bag. Dave continues talking while heading toward the locker room. Once there, an agent posts outside the door and the other inside to clear the room. The agent comes out and Dave goes in with his bag.
Dave: Of course. No, absolutely Mr. President. Thank you. Alright. Bye.
Dave puts his phone down when suddenly there is a knock on the door.
Dave: Come in!
In walks Roxy Malone. Dave smirks as he removes his jacket and hangs it up.
Dave: Ms. Malone, how may I help you?
Roxy: Mr. Rydell, is the rumor true, you’ve been named the Secretary of Professional Wrestling by the future President, Donald Trump?
Dave: As a matter of fact it is true. You know, a lot of people probably aren’t going to be happy about it, but that doesn’t matter. The Trump Administration isn’t here to cater to your feelings and make you all warm and fuzzy inside. This administration is here to make this country what it used to be; one of the greatest super powers this world has seen.
Roxy: How will this affect your campaign towards the World Championship?
Dave: Oh, Roxy, it won’t. See, I am here to help make this place great again too. If you didn’t pay attention to my promo for ‘In Your Hands’, I campaigned to get the voters trust and confidence to join Donovan Hastings in his fight for the Co-Operative Championship. What happened?
Roxy: You were nominated by the UGWC Universe.
Dave: Precisely. And not only that, I made true on my promise to win. I won the vote, and I went on to win the titles with Hastings. While the pairing wasn’t a match made in heaven, I make good on my promises to these fans and now, to the American people. Together, this nation can be great again. We just need to get rid of a few bad apples.
Roxy: Apples?
At the word ‘apples’, Roxy looks around and somewhat ducks out of the way.
Dave: No Roxy, there are no vicious apples in here. Besides, we can keep you safe. I am talking about those who infiltrated this country and started taking jobs from future stars in this company. The likes of Killian King, Jordan King, Mil Vidas… just to name a few. However, right now that isn’t my focus. My focus is for Monday night. My focus is on the World Champion, Travis Roberts, and his partner Alan Wallace, the man who screwed me out of Battleground.
Roxy: What about your partner, Austin Alexander?
Dave: He is not to be worried about. He can claim all these things he wants to about how I’m a parasite, a low life, and misunderstood. Maybe he can understand these words: Get in my way, and I will drop you like a bad habit. Now, Ms. Malone, if you’ll excuse me I’ve got to prepare for tonight.
Roxy: Of course. Thanks for your time.
Roxy heads out of the locker room and Dave begins to get changed for Synergy. End.