Post by Dave Dangerously on Nov 15, 2021 15:11:14 GMT -6
ICW The Return
Dave Dangerously bursts through the doors of a 3rd rate day hospital in Buenos Aires, Argentina.
He is dripping blood from a gunshot inflicted upon him by ScottiePP7.
He is dripping wet from being tossed in the water. His hair and clothes, tussled.
Dave Dangerously: Could someone please come help me not BLEED to death here please?
Dangerously walks up and slumps over a reception desk, oozing blood all over it.
A nurse runs up, and attends to Dangerously.
Dave Dangerously: Hey, wait, wait, check my insurance real quick.
Dangerously hands the nurse a piece of paper
Nurse: Si. Si, Servicio Premium.
The nurse leads Dangerously behind a curtain, into a room, and then behind another curtain.
Nurse: Espera aquí por favor. Premium.
Dangerously leans onto the hospital bed, still bleeding. The room is dark, only light coming in from around the curtain skirt.
A man steps into the room, obscured by cascading rays.
Doctor: Premium service?
Dave Dangerously: Come on, man…yes!
Doctor: You do understands the terms & conditions, and that you will be auto-drafted after confirming ‘yes’ that you wish to proceed.
Dangerously groans in pain
Doctor: Do you wish to proceed?
Dangerously: YES!!!!
Doctor: Thank you for choosing premium service. Let us begin.
The doctor then begins to clean and treat the wound with a montage of procedures, cleaning the wound, removing the bullet, cleaning and sterilizing, and closing.
The doctor is finally finished, and puts his instruments down, still silhouetted in the dark.
Doctor: All finished my friend, but I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news for you.
Dave Dangerously: What now? I’m adopted?
Doctor: No no…well, I mean, maybe. I do not know. I could find out. But sir, your premium service comes with a diagnostic, and this bullet…this bullet is completely clean. Untraceable. How is this done?
Dave Dangerously: I know who shot me. I looked him right in the eyes.
Doctor: Well, in that case, you already know what else I was going to tell you.
Dave Dangerously: Yeah? What’s that?
Doctor: This was not intended to wound…
The doctor drops a golden bullet slug on the table
Doctor: This was meant to kill.
The doctor hands Dave Dangerously a bottle of Johnnie Walker black, and leaves the room. Dangerously pulls a swig, and then pulls out a burner cell phone.
Dave Dangerously: Hey, it’s me…get me a flight set up back to the states. Yeah, I am still in Argentina. PP7 has the cache. Right now he might have all of them. Yeah, I know. We’ve got to go on the offensive. Scottie wants ICW, I don’t know why. Why should I care? I built that place, my blood paid the dues…the board of directors will vote to sell if he has the cash. So we’ve got to stop him.
Dangerously pulls another swig of scotch whisky.
Dave Dangerously: No. I won’t fight. I will never fight again. I will never cause harm to another person. That’s why we’ve built up this network. We’ll figure it out. Just get me back home.
Dangerously puts the phone down as the camera zooms in on the bottle…
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Some time later
A rainy day overcast day, as we get a shot of the city skyline.
ScottiePP7 sits in an office, as he is interrupted by a receptionist.
Receptionist: Your meeting has arrived, sir.
ScottiePP7: Thank you, send him in.
The door opens, and the receptionist leads in Johnny Q Public.
ScottiePP7: Johnny Q! Thank you for coming.
Johnny Q Public sits down in front of Scottie’s desk.
ScottiePP7: Can I get you anything?
Johnny QPublic: Cut the crap, Scott. I came here out of morbid curiosity.
ScottiePP7: Straight to the point then, I see. Fair enough.
Scottie hands QPublic a dossier folder, QPublic picks it up and looks thru it
QPublic: What am I supposed to do with this crap?
ScottiePP7: Listen, Johnny…we go way back. Almost back to the beginning. I’ve got to tell you, you’ve always been one of my top guys…
QPublic slams down the folder, and stands up staring at Scottie
QPublic: Enough of this crap, Scott. What do you want from me? I’ve no time to play games.
Scottie takes a dram of scotch whisky. The legs run down the glass, the rich notes of the peat moss cause his nostrils to flare out as the swallows it all in one swill.
ScottiePP7: It’s Dave. He’s close to figuring it all out.
QPublic: Figuring what out? I’ve told you before to quit bothering me with all of this crap.
ScottiePP7: Why do you keep saying crap every time?
QPublic: …what are you talking about?
ScottiePP7: leaning in Every time you’ve spoke, you’ve said the word ‘crap’.
QPublic: …I…uh…
ScottiePP7: What, is this some kind of bit or something?
QPublic: Listen, I’m old school. I don’t really like to swear much. Cleancore and all of that.
ScottiePP7: Now THAT is why I’ve come to you. You’re the antithesis to it all. The ying to the yang. Is it ying? Or is it yin?
QPublic: I think it’s Ying. Pretty sure it’s Ying.
ScottiePP7: What about the Yin Yang Twins? Get low, right?
QPublic: Yeah, I think it’s actually Ying Yang Twins.
ScottiePP7: You’re the last line of defense. You’re the only one who can counter his coming moves. We’ve got to stop him, and we don’t have much time.
QPublic: Dudley? What the hell?
ScottiePP7: No, not Dudley. I’m talking about The Most Dangerous Man In Wrestling, The Hardcore Icon, Dave Dangerously.
QPublic: Whatever dude, that’s the same guy.
ScottiePP7: Regardless, I’m willing to pay you One Million Dollars (Canadian) to kill Dave Dangerously.
QPublic: Whoa, kill? What the hell, Scott? What is it that you’re on?
ScottiePP7: You don’t understand. What he’s about to do may very well mean the end of our very existence.
QPublic: How is that possible?
ScottiePP7: Turn to the last page of that folder.
QPublic picks it up, flips to the last page. His eyes open wide. He slumps back down in his seat
QPublic: You mean to tell me…
ScottiePP7: Yes, it’s right. The Twelve are real. What he thought was the Twelve all along was a coverup, orchestrated entirely by me, the protector of The Twelve’s secrets, to prevent him from finding the truth.
QPublic: And these…oh my God. The Twelve…they’re-
ScottiePP7: Yeah, I know.
QPublic: And that means we’re-
ScottiePP7: Yeah, I know. Listen, don’t let it wrap up around your mind. This changes nothing.
QPublic: But how can I…
ScottiePP7: We’ve got to stop him from finding out about them. Or else we’re all in danger.
QPublic: How did you become entrusted with this?
ScottiePP7: It was a hard, bitter pill to swallow. Remember when I went bankrupt and became a street vagrant, homeless? That was right after I found out about the truth. I then got everything handed back to me, on the one condition that I be the one to keep the secret, to be the “leader” of Twelve, so to speak. At least the one entrusted to keep things working the way they needed to be working.
QPublic: But some of these names are-
ScottiePP7: Ridiculous? Dead? Impossible? I know. But they’re the ones who have been controlling everything, all along. From the LWN, to the ICW, to the MWF, to the EmmFED, to the EWA, to the EFWO.
QPublic: And the DWF?
ScottiePP7: Nah, fuck that noise. Only the ones that matter.
QPublic: So what happens if he finds out? What does it really change?
ScottiePP7: THIS Information? In the hands of Dave Dangerously? Dave freakin’ Dudley? Are you serious? Do you know what he could do with this?
QPublic: You’re right. Okay, what do we need to do? I’m in. Give me the damn money. I’ll do it. And after this, this will be the last time I see you, Scott.
ScottiePP7: It may be for sure, if we don’t do anything about it. Here’s what I was thinking, but it all depends on…
The scene fades out, as we focus back on Dave Dangerously sitting at a desk, looking through documents and photos.
Dave Dangerously: Nothing…there’s NOTHING!
A knock on the door, and Dangerously gets up to check it out. He opens the door, no one is about. Underneath the door, lies a packaged letter, what’s inside will change his life…for the better?
I dunno about that rhyme though
Dave Dangerously: What the hell?
Dave reads the letter, as for dramatic effect, the camera zooms in to show the letter. It is a hand written letter, just think of the scene at the end of Back to the Future Part II where Marty reads the letter from Doc, that’s close enough really
Mr. Dudley,
If you’re receiving this letter, then I am to inform you that this charade is no longer viable, and we’re now in the endgame. For years, you have had a successful wrestling career. You parlayed that into running a business and then furthermore began a search for a secret cabal of those who controlled the wrestling industry, if not the world, known as the Twelve. What you believed to know as the Twelve was simply a deceit, a coverup to throw you off of the trail. The Twelve, in fact, are real. And they are people you know all-too-well. I will get straight to the point, and reveal the names of the Twelve now. What you choose to do with this information, is entirely up to you.
The Twelve:
Rob Hagan / Healius
William Schlickenmaier / Hoyakillah
Arthur J. Nonzarelli / Nonz
Joseph Johnson / JPac
Scott Pearson / ScottiePP7
Unknown / Evolution
Andrew Leigh / Y2A
Mark McPhail / QPublic
Jeremy Knipe
Brian Oxenreider / X-Dude
Jeff Watson / Pyro
And if you’re reading this, the Twelve of Twelve…who you will find at the following coordinates. 35.481766° N, -97.54105° E
Good luck.
- ABVP
- were the prez
Dave puts down the envelope, looking to be in a state of shock.
Dave Dangerously: What the hell…
Dave gets on a flight, with a sweet montage of getting on the plane and putting on his mask and dealing with all the mouth breathers. He’s looking out the window, ponderous…F’N ponderous…
Dave approaches an apartment building. Nice, but not too nice. Like, it’s expensive, you know? He’s holding a piece of paper
Dave Dangerously: Well, this address is the exact coordinates in the paper. I’m ready for anything.
Dave knocks at the door…
Voice: Who is it?
Dave Dangerously: Hey uh…I was just needing to talk to you about a few things. You don’t know me or anything…
Voice: Do I owe you money?
Dave Dangerously: No, no…nothing like that.
The door opens-
Dave Glaze: Okay then, what can I do for you?
Dave Dangerously looks shocked, as if he has just met his maker…
NEXT: It gets weird. It’s going to be weird.
Chapter Three:
To Live and Die in PA
To Live and Die in PA
Dave Dangerously bursts through the doors of a 3rd rate day hospital in Buenos Aires, Argentina.
He is dripping blood from a gunshot inflicted upon him by ScottiePP7.
He is dripping wet from being tossed in the water. His hair and clothes, tussled.
Dave Dangerously: Could someone please come help me not BLEED to death here please?
Dangerously walks up and slumps over a reception desk, oozing blood all over it.
A nurse runs up, and attends to Dangerously.
Dave Dangerously: Hey, wait, wait, check my insurance real quick.
Dangerously hands the nurse a piece of paper
Nurse: Si. Si, Servicio Premium.
The nurse leads Dangerously behind a curtain, into a room, and then behind another curtain.
Nurse: Espera aquí por favor. Premium.
Dangerously leans onto the hospital bed, still bleeding. The room is dark, only light coming in from around the curtain skirt.
A man steps into the room, obscured by cascading rays.
Doctor: Premium service?
Dave Dangerously: Come on, man…yes!
Doctor: You do understands the terms & conditions, and that you will be auto-drafted after confirming ‘yes’ that you wish to proceed.
Dangerously groans in pain
Doctor: Do you wish to proceed?
Dangerously: YES!!!!
Doctor: Thank you for choosing premium service. Let us begin.
The doctor then begins to clean and treat the wound with a montage of procedures, cleaning the wound, removing the bullet, cleaning and sterilizing, and closing.
The doctor is finally finished, and puts his instruments down, still silhouetted in the dark.
Doctor: All finished my friend, but I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news for you.
Dave Dangerously: What now? I’m adopted?
Doctor: No no…well, I mean, maybe. I do not know. I could find out. But sir, your premium service comes with a diagnostic, and this bullet…this bullet is completely clean. Untraceable. How is this done?
Dave Dangerously: I know who shot me. I looked him right in the eyes.
Doctor: Well, in that case, you already know what else I was going to tell you.
Dave Dangerously: Yeah? What’s that?
Doctor: This was not intended to wound…
The doctor drops a golden bullet slug on the table
Doctor: This was meant to kill.
The doctor hands Dave Dangerously a bottle of Johnnie Walker black, and leaves the room. Dangerously pulls a swig, and then pulls out a burner cell phone.
Dave Dangerously: Hey, it’s me…get me a flight set up back to the states. Yeah, I am still in Argentina. PP7 has the cache. Right now he might have all of them. Yeah, I know. We’ve got to go on the offensive. Scottie wants ICW, I don’t know why. Why should I care? I built that place, my blood paid the dues…the board of directors will vote to sell if he has the cash. So we’ve got to stop him.
Dangerously pulls another swig of scotch whisky.
Dave Dangerously: No. I won’t fight. I will never fight again. I will never cause harm to another person. That’s why we’ve built up this network. We’ll figure it out. Just get me back home.
Dangerously puts the phone down as the camera zooms in on the bottle…
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Some time later
A rainy day overcast day, as we get a shot of the city skyline.
ScottiePP7 sits in an office, as he is interrupted by a receptionist.
Receptionist: Your meeting has arrived, sir.
ScottiePP7: Thank you, send him in.
The door opens, and the receptionist leads in Johnny Q Public.
ScottiePP7: Johnny Q! Thank you for coming.
Johnny Q Public sits down in front of Scottie’s desk.
ScottiePP7: Can I get you anything?
Johnny QPublic: Cut the crap, Scott. I came here out of morbid curiosity.
ScottiePP7: Straight to the point then, I see. Fair enough.
Scottie hands QPublic a dossier folder, QPublic picks it up and looks thru it
QPublic: What am I supposed to do with this crap?
ScottiePP7: Listen, Johnny…we go way back. Almost back to the beginning. I’ve got to tell you, you’ve always been one of my top guys…
QPublic slams down the folder, and stands up staring at Scottie
QPublic: Enough of this crap, Scott. What do you want from me? I’ve no time to play games.
Scottie takes a dram of scotch whisky. The legs run down the glass, the rich notes of the peat moss cause his nostrils to flare out as the swallows it all in one swill.
ScottiePP7: It’s Dave. He’s close to figuring it all out.
QPublic: Figuring what out? I’ve told you before to quit bothering me with all of this crap.
ScottiePP7: Why do you keep saying crap every time?
QPublic: …what are you talking about?
ScottiePP7: leaning in Every time you’ve spoke, you’ve said the word ‘crap’.
QPublic: …I…uh…
ScottiePP7: What, is this some kind of bit or something?
QPublic: Listen, I’m old school. I don’t really like to swear much. Cleancore and all of that.
ScottiePP7: Now THAT is why I’ve come to you. You’re the antithesis to it all. The ying to the yang. Is it ying? Or is it yin?
QPublic: I think it’s Ying. Pretty sure it’s Ying.
ScottiePP7: What about the Yin Yang Twins? Get low, right?
QPublic: Yeah, I think it’s actually Ying Yang Twins.
ScottiePP7: You’re the last line of defense. You’re the only one who can counter his coming moves. We’ve got to stop him, and we don’t have much time.
QPublic: Dudley? What the hell?
ScottiePP7: No, not Dudley. I’m talking about The Most Dangerous Man In Wrestling, The Hardcore Icon, Dave Dangerously.
QPublic: Whatever dude, that’s the same guy.
ScottiePP7: Regardless, I’m willing to pay you One Million Dollars (Canadian) to kill Dave Dangerously.
QPublic: Whoa, kill? What the hell, Scott? What is it that you’re on?
ScottiePP7: You don’t understand. What he’s about to do may very well mean the end of our very existence.
QPublic: How is that possible?
ScottiePP7: Turn to the last page of that folder.
QPublic picks it up, flips to the last page. His eyes open wide. He slumps back down in his seat
QPublic: You mean to tell me…
ScottiePP7: Yes, it’s right. The Twelve are real. What he thought was the Twelve all along was a coverup, orchestrated entirely by me, the protector of The Twelve’s secrets, to prevent him from finding the truth.
QPublic: And these…oh my God. The Twelve…they’re-
ScottiePP7: Yeah, I know.
QPublic: And that means we’re-
ScottiePP7: Yeah, I know. Listen, don’t let it wrap up around your mind. This changes nothing.
QPublic: But how can I…
ScottiePP7: We’ve got to stop him from finding out about them. Or else we’re all in danger.
QPublic: How did you become entrusted with this?
ScottiePP7: It was a hard, bitter pill to swallow. Remember when I went bankrupt and became a street vagrant, homeless? That was right after I found out about the truth. I then got everything handed back to me, on the one condition that I be the one to keep the secret, to be the “leader” of Twelve, so to speak. At least the one entrusted to keep things working the way they needed to be working.
QPublic: But some of these names are-
ScottiePP7: Ridiculous? Dead? Impossible? I know. But they’re the ones who have been controlling everything, all along. From the LWN, to the ICW, to the MWF, to the EmmFED, to the EWA, to the EFWO.
QPublic: And the DWF?
ScottiePP7: Nah, fuck that noise. Only the ones that matter.
QPublic: So what happens if he finds out? What does it really change?
ScottiePP7: THIS Information? In the hands of Dave Dangerously? Dave freakin’ Dudley? Are you serious? Do you know what he could do with this?
QPublic: You’re right. Okay, what do we need to do? I’m in. Give me the damn money. I’ll do it. And after this, this will be the last time I see you, Scott.
ScottiePP7: It may be for sure, if we don’t do anything about it. Here’s what I was thinking, but it all depends on…
The scene fades out, as we focus back on Dave Dangerously sitting at a desk, looking through documents and photos.
Dave Dangerously: Nothing…there’s NOTHING!
A knock on the door, and Dangerously gets up to check it out. He opens the door, no one is about. Underneath the door, lies a packaged letter, what’s inside will change his life…for the better?
I dunno about that rhyme though
Dave Dangerously: What the hell?
Dave reads the letter, as for dramatic effect, the camera zooms in to show the letter. It is a hand written letter, just think of the scene at the end of Back to the Future Part II where Marty reads the letter from Doc, that’s close enough really
Mr. Dudley,
If you’re receiving this letter, then I am to inform you that this charade is no longer viable, and we’re now in the endgame. For years, you have had a successful wrestling career. You parlayed that into running a business and then furthermore began a search for a secret cabal of those who controlled the wrestling industry, if not the world, known as the Twelve. What you believed to know as the Twelve was simply a deceit, a coverup to throw you off of the trail. The Twelve, in fact, are real. And they are people you know all-too-well. I will get straight to the point, and reveal the names of the Twelve now. What you choose to do with this information, is entirely up to you.
The Twelve:
Rob Hagan / Healius
William Schlickenmaier / Hoyakillah
Arthur J. Nonzarelli / Nonz
Joseph Johnson / JPac
Scott Pearson / ScottiePP7
Unknown / Evolution
Andrew Leigh / Y2A
Mark McPhail / QPublic
Jeremy Knipe
Brian Oxenreider / X-Dude
Jeff Watson / Pyro
And if you’re reading this, the Twelve of Twelve…who you will find at the following coordinates. 35.481766° N, -97.54105° E
Good luck.
- ABVP
- were the prez
Dave puts down the envelope, looking to be in a state of shock.
Dave Dangerously: What the hell…
Dave gets on a flight, with a sweet montage of getting on the plane and putting on his mask and dealing with all the mouth breathers. He’s looking out the window, ponderous…F’N ponderous…
Dave approaches an apartment building. Nice, but not too nice. Like, it’s expensive, you know? He’s holding a piece of paper
Dave Dangerously: Well, this address is the exact coordinates in the paper. I’m ready for anything.
Dave knocks at the door…
Voice: Who is it?
Dave Dangerously: Hey uh…I was just needing to talk to you about a few things. You don’t know me or anything…
Voice: Do I owe you money?
Dave Dangerously: No, no…nothing like that.
The door opens-
Dave Glaze: Okay then, what can I do for you?
Dave Dangerously looks shocked, as if he has just met his maker…
NEXT: It gets weird. It’s going to be weird.