Post by Dave Dangerously on Jul 11, 2006 0:41:47 GMT -6
July 11th, 2005.
Insane Championship Wrestling headquarters...
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
A broken home. Where the legends of wrestling have come.
But mostly, have gone.
The scene: Outside the ICW offices, downtown Philly.
The building? Scarred from fire. Burnt down. Recently, it looks.
The police tape is still fresh...
The investigators never found the gasoline. The matches.
It was the perfect crime. Committed by the perfect criminal.
The Philadelphia Police Department never found a lead, a single lead.
Documents shredded, before the fire?
The safe cracked and emptied, before the fire?
This was not the sign of your average arsonist, oh no.
This was something far, far worse.
Dave Dudley had no comment. The newspapers proclaimed:
"Wrestling company goes up in flames. CEO responsible?"
"Dudley: Down with ICW?"
"He did it for the insurance???"
The media branded him the culprit.
He consistantly had no comment, and vanished from the media...
Evidence came up that STRONGLY proved that he had no part in it, at all.
He had a strong alibi.
So the media suspected one Lou E. Dangerously.
AKA "Sign Guy Dudley".
He had no alibi. Dudley did nothing to defend his so-called "friend".
Sign Guy went to court. And was proven innocent.
But in public, Dangerously and Dudley were at odds.
Spotted together at several clubs, usually they ended up in fights.
So the case was closed, a cold case.
No leads...
No suspects...
Not even a special on Court TV.
Done. And done.
One year later...
July 11th, 2006.
The ICW offices.
New York City, New York.
High high in an office complex. ICW is shared with a few other companies, but it comprises the majority of the complex.
The name on the door:
"Insane Championship Wrestling President and CEO: Mr. Dave Dudley"
The name on the desk:
"The Hardcore Icon."
He sits there, same as ever...
he swivels around, reading a newspaper.
When suddenly, an intern bursts in:
Intern: Mr. Dudley!
Dave Dudley: Well come on in.
Intern: I have some news for you.
Dave Dudley: Please tell me the reopening of ICW is going extremely well, and that we've got some new members on the roster, and that we've secured a TV deal.
Intern: Well...
Dave Dudley: {disgusted} Ugh. Well, what is it?
Intern: Well sir, they've salvaged the wreckage from the old ICW HQ...
Dave Dudley: Yeah? Did they find my red stapler?
Intern: No...but I can have them check on that. But they found this...
The intern dumps out a bag...
in the bag, a crusty, worn out pistol...
covered in rust...and burnt, mildly.
Dudley picks it up.
Dave Dudley: Is this what I think it is?
Intern: Yeah, I think so. A gold...
Dave Dudley: pp7.
Intern: Yes sir. Bond's choice of gun, if I'm correct.
Dave Dudley: That's god damn repugnant.
Intern: Forensics was unable to find a match, but...
Dave Dudley: Get ______ on the phone.
Intern: _______? After so long?
Dave Dudley: Put the call through. And leave me alone.
Intern: ...yes sir.
Dudley leans back in his chair, holding the pistol...
Dave Dudley: ...testify.
The scene ends, with Dudley gazing into the fadingly shiny handgun...
and a fade...
to black.
Insane Championship Wrestling headquarters...
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
A broken home. Where the legends of wrestling have come.
But mostly, have gone.
The scene: Outside the ICW offices, downtown Philly.
The building? Scarred from fire. Burnt down. Recently, it looks.
The police tape is still fresh...
The investigators never found the gasoline. The matches.
It was the perfect crime. Committed by the perfect criminal.
The Philadelphia Police Department never found a lead, a single lead.
Documents shredded, before the fire?
The safe cracked and emptied, before the fire?
This was not the sign of your average arsonist, oh no.
This was something far, far worse.
Dave Dudley had no comment. The newspapers proclaimed:
"Wrestling company goes up in flames. CEO responsible?"
"Dudley: Down with ICW?"
"He did it for the insurance???"
The media branded him the culprit.
He consistantly had no comment, and vanished from the media...
Evidence came up that STRONGLY proved that he had no part in it, at all.
He had a strong alibi.
So the media suspected one Lou E. Dangerously.
AKA "Sign Guy Dudley".
He had no alibi. Dudley did nothing to defend his so-called "friend".
Sign Guy went to court. And was proven innocent.
But in public, Dangerously and Dudley were at odds.
Spotted together at several clubs, usually they ended up in fights.
So the case was closed, a cold case.
No leads...
No suspects...
Not even a special on Court TV.
Done. And done.
One year later...
July 11th, 2006.
The ICW offices.
New York City, New York.
High high in an office complex. ICW is shared with a few other companies, but it comprises the majority of the complex.
The name on the door:
"Insane Championship Wrestling President and CEO: Mr. Dave Dudley"
The name on the desk:
"The Hardcore Icon."
He sits there, same as ever...
he swivels around, reading a newspaper.
When suddenly, an intern bursts in:
Intern: Mr. Dudley!
Dave Dudley: Well come on in.
Intern: I have some news for you.
Dave Dudley: Please tell me the reopening of ICW is going extremely well, and that we've got some new members on the roster, and that we've secured a TV deal.
Intern: Well...
Dave Dudley: {disgusted} Ugh. Well, what is it?
Intern: Well sir, they've salvaged the wreckage from the old ICW HQ...
Dave Dudley: Yeah? Did they find my red stapler?
Intern: No...but I can have them check on that. But they found this...
The intern dumps out a bag...
in the bag, a crusty, worn out pistol...
covered in rust...and burnt, mildly.
Dudley picks it up.
Dave Dudley: Is this what I think it is?
Intern: Yeah, I think so. A gold...
Dave Dudley: pp7.
Intern: Yes sir. Bond's choice of gun, if I'm correct.
Dave Dudley: That's god damn repugnant.
Intern: Forensics was unable to find a match, but...
Dave Dudley: Get ______ on the phone.
Intern: _______? After so long?
Dave Dudley: Put the call through. And leave me alone.
Intern: ...yes sir.
Dudley leans back in his chair, holding the pistol...
Dave Dudley: ...testify.
The scene ends, with Dudley gazing into the fadingly shiny handgun...
and a fade...
to black.