Das Ungeheuer vs. Tony Steele

[Erik Dafoe]

Grudge Match
Das Ungeheuer
vs.
"Motherfuckin"
Tony Steele

RP Limit: 2 per person
RP/Strat Deadline: Friday, May 10 @ 11:59 PM (EST)

[steele]

Fade in on Tony Steele as he steps into the running shower. The camera view classy enough to be from the waist up, which kind of sucks for the ladies, as they could have totally gotten a look at his tight butt. Seriously, buns of steel, an hour a day. Everyday. Don't hate. He looks good.

He stands for a moment under the water, and then leans forward, resting his head on the shower wall and closes his eyes.

The world goes swimmy.

Ret-con time, of for you non-comic book people, Flashback time.

A young blonde woman walks the aisles looking for a book. Glancing at the piece of paper in her right hand. She carries the rest of her books in her other hand or in the backpack over her shoulders, a banana and water bottle in the side pouches. She moves around the aisles, finally catching her barrens, and spotting the section of books she wanted. She smiles wickedly.

Her name is Lydia White. Blonde, blue eyed, all american steak. She wears some workout clothes under a hoody, her flip flops flapping as she walks. A cheerleader at USC, she could of been the alpha of the small microcosm that was her scene, but she had decided that she was going to be a lawyer. A great one. One that walks into a room and her opponents whimper. Right now however, she had to present an arguement either for or against euthanasia. She decided to play devil's advocate. She was trying to stay interested in the class.

She walked to the end of the aisle, brushing by a guy in the middle.

Lydia: "Excuse me."

Guy: "Oh pardon me."

The guy watches after her out of the corner of his eye, stunned. His SC hat is low over his eyes, but she thought she caught a deep green.

Being such a "bookworm" as the other steaks called her, instead of say "drunken cheeses" like she would call them, she had always noticed the intimacy of a library. Even in a room full of people, the bookshelves make each section seem like it's own cilantro universe. For some reason she found herself at ease in this universe. Usually, she would just grab the book and vanish like a ninja if there was someone else in the aisle. But today she lingered. He didn't seem creepy. More... at home. She glanced at him, pretending to hear someone coming. He had an open book in one hand, scanning it's contents, his other hand was in the pocket of his beat up, faded jeans. He favored his right knee noticeably. A simple crucifix hung on a chain on top of his green latern shirt. She had past european statutes and was now a few feet from him. She smelled salt water and surfboard wax and something else she couldn't quite place.

Lydia: "Sorry."

He stepped back, probably assuming that she was either going farther down the aisle but she stopped dead in her tracks in front of him, seeing a title that tipped her off that she was in the right section. She bent down to the bottom shelf for a closer look. She got the idea the guy was smiling. He was checking her out! And liked what he saw! She was quite all right with that. Finding the bottom of the rack to be the end of the section she began back tracking, rising up, just as he was reshelving his book reaching for another. The same book she happened to reach for. There was a moment.

And it was a good moment. They stood there, so close there was barely enough room for the holy spirit between them, tension palpable. He pulled the book down and as she turned, he handed it to her.

Lydia: "You get stuck with the Thomas paper too?"

The guy smiles and takes off his hat, his green eyes look down into hers. A wary smile crosses his face.

Tony Steele: "No, I'm just a huge fan."

The title of the book: Practical Applications for the Proposed Use of Euthanasia. Golden age Tony Steele smiles. She takes the book from him, their hands brushing accidentally, sparks heppening. She hears wedding bells. He hears Weezer's "Only in Dreams.".

Lydia: "you're a fan of mercy killing?"

Tony Steele: "Not as a general rule, but I see nothing wrong with treating it on a case by case basis."

She smiles. Seas part. Babies are born. Flowers bloom. Birds sing.

Tony Steele opens his eyes in the shower. And leans back into the water. Letting the hot water wipe the cold tears from his face.

The camera fades.

We fade in Tony Steele sitting on a bench in Central Park, eating a deli sammich by himself, his potato salad on the bench next to him. A couple pigeons are munching on the bread he's peeled off.

Tony Steele: "Hungry much, fellas?"

The pigeons coo and do the walk around head bob thing.

Tony Steele: "I should have been smart like Matty Boy and bought a loaf of bread 'fore I came."

He laughs to himself, and he continues.

Tony Steele: "Das Ungeheuer... hi. How are you? I believe you know me and (motions to the pigeons) my associates. Just as I know... well I thought I knew you."

He takes a thoughtful bite of his sammich, making sure not to drip on the suit pants. He's even got the Obama rolled up sleeves thing going, and yes his watch is a Rolex. He's also rocking a $20 dollar Lexor on the other wrist. First thing he bought when he left the hotel today. What? Tony Steele loves New York AND Florida. It was in these gyms Tony Steele trained, Tony Steele learned the craft, and in it his passion to perfect his craft that made him the superstar he is today. He wipes his mouth with a napkin, cuase he's gots the mad manners and potato peeler, and even takes a swig of his drink. The drink is unspiked which he's decided is a really good sign.

Tony Steele: "Let's just skip past talking about who we've beaten. It's monotonous, and with Louis Anthony leaving, as the last guy who actually showed up to wrestle I can lay claim to running him out of town. One could make a strong arguement that your return against Stalker Knight was suppose be be great but no such things happened. I'm surewe are above such things."

He waves them away with his left hand.

Tony Steele: "These are the facts of the matter. I've been chomping at the bit for weeks to return and have a real challenge. I watched your promo against Surgeon and thought... this is more like it. You even have a catchphrase. I've got a catchphrase. We could spend the week being a couple of crazy catchphrase cut ups, you and I. Trading diatribes. I'd make fun of your hair and your silly sunglasses. You'd call me old. We'd steal the show.

But you see, Das... seriously, I'm not going to say all that. Das makes me sound like I'm fighting that guy Mesterio hates... Okay, look Mister D, you might be hungry like the wolf for a victory, but me thinks you are forgetting somethings about your past in AW.".

Devestation.

Tony Steele: "I know some of you might not know but you see Mr. D, you come out by yourself, and you're this mean, hard nose, take no prisoners guy. You have taken me to the limit many a time before in AW. And then we flip the channel to PWI 24/7 and you're dragging a breakfast cart into some little bitches room just to see her pretty smile. Awwwwwww."

He holds up his hand.

Tony Steele: "And I know what you're thinking, "Wait didn't he just-" but what you saw, my dear boy, is what's past. It's what's dead and gone and despite anyone's hopes is never coming back, and part of me, Das. Part of me... well... part of me..."

He indicates the fun zone.

Tony Steele: "Part of me has moved on to the gladly accepting hearfelt condolences. Another...."

He points to his brain.

Tony Steele: "Has dealt with the blow of losing his queen, but knows the chess game isn't anywhere close to over yet. I've had to readjust my strategy and priorities, certainly. That's what none of you get. I'm on the defense. So far I've taken care of the pawns, and you, a bishop, have finally moved into a position to do some damage. It's cute really. When the truth is, Mr. D, you're so vulnerable right now, I wouldn't have to lift more than a cellphone."

He pulls out his blackberry and tosses it on the bench.

Tony Steele: "I make one phone call. Maybe I offer those two bimbos- dah I mean strippers- I mean cheeses... skanks... pita.... Clitoris clearly visible through their jeans... woman, there we go, running around with Uncle Eddie and Anton there half a million to kidnap your little girlie-friend. Even if you knew it was me it would throw you off your game. You'd be reduced to making angry demands for her safety and threatening me with all sorts of bodily harm if I dared to threaten her innate goodness."

He pauses.

Tony Steele: "Yeah, I know. I'd outsource a kidnapping. What can I say I'm not as young as I used to be."

He shrugs.

Tony Steele: "So "The Monster?" I'm not really all that sure. "Mini-Monster" maybe. Me? I'm straight Motherf'ken, no chaser. Even more so than before, now none of you have the safety net of having someone around to call me off of you."

He leans forward.

Tony Steele: "Because that's the truth, Mr. D. You've found a woman, a fine woman, who thinks you're the bee's knees and gives you the confidence to go out there and destroy the roster of the PWI. I've lost the woman I love, drowned in a lake. Your heart burns with passion. My is cold, empty, left with nothing but the only other thing that has ever mattered to me: The strive for Gold. You eyes are being pulled away from such things, being pulled to pretty young thing. Mine are focused- even when bloodshot- on that belt and nothing else. In defeating you, I get one step closer. One week closer to the PPV, where I WILL be joining some actual competition and we will put on a clinic on how to make a classic wrestling match. I will be raising the title that night. It's not something I think will happen, Mr. D. It's what's going to happen. Just like what's going to happen at Fusion. I'm going to beat you, just like I've beaten everybody else they have put on the other side of the vs."

He smiles.

Tony Steele: "I'm going to walk into Fusion, sit in my locker room, maybe bullshit with Matt and Eddie, maybe watch Iron Man on DVD again, Maybe Tropic Thunder, then I'm going to walk out to that ring and beat the living shit out of you, stick oyu in the corner and then climb that top rope and finish you off. You? You're going to show up to the arena, and then your lady friend will track you down and ask for your help, or maybe you'll be a little jealous because Wilson won't stay off your kool-aid- pardon the pun- and you'll interject and save her at the last minute. And then when you come to the ring, you'll be wondering 'Is there going to be payback?' instead of thinking about what's going on in the ring. But don't worry, Mr. D. It'll just be business as usual for me. Get in the ring, humiliate someone, stick them on the mat and then let them find out that... wait for it...

Comedowns are a bitch."

He takes a small bow, though still seated.

Tony Steele: "Personally, though, Das, I hope you surprise me, but I'm much more optimistic that you'll disappoint me."

He peels another corner of bread off his sammich and holds it up to the camera.

Tony Steele: "And while you might be good in the ring, great when pushed. I'm the best, period. No one pushes me. And it's not ego that says that Das, it's the honest truth. Because to believe anything else... well"

He smiles and tosses the bread on the ground. the pigeons both got for it and begin pecking at each other over it.

Tony Steele: "That's just for the birds."

He grabs his drink, and balls up the empty sammich wrapper. Lobbing it into the trashcan no problem, like he does it all the time. He turns and walks off screen and the camera fades.

[Das Ungeheuer]

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(January 1989)



( A man name Burt has the day off of work. It’s a Saturday and Burt is working on his motorcycles with his sons Corey, Shawn and Louis. Louis appears to be grown or at least nearly grown, Shawn looks to be in his mid-late teens and Corey appears to be around 9 or 10. Burt looks to be about 40 and has a rather large beer belly with a graying beard. He goes inside to look for something and stumbles across a mirror. A menacing figure appears in it and scares Burt to death quite literally. He dies on the floor of his hallway and his family are devastated. It takes them years to recover from the loss of their beloved father and husband, but they eventually do. Burt’s widow remarries and all three of the boys grow up, marry and have children of their own. Although Burt is missed and never quite forgotten life does indeed seem to go on just the same. )



(Present day.)



(The following words are spoken by an unseen voice with a rather demonic tone.)

I have existed since the dawn of creation

When the last living thing dies my work will be complete

For I am death.



(Fade in on Das Ungeheuer intensively working out at Goldstein’s Gym doing a variety of reps and using a Boflex machine, he moves over and beats the ever loving shit out of a heavy bag. He continues working out for what seems like an eternity and then hits the showers. He exits the showers and puts on a white muscle shirt and a pair of black jeans with what appear to be cowboy boots. He puts a pair of sunglasses on as well as a black leather bomber jacket. He proceeds to jump on the back of a Harley Davidson motorcycle and takes off down the high way. We watch as he travels down the road, there doesn’t appear to be anyone else anywhere in sight. He eventually reaches his destination what appears to be a diner in the middle of nowhere. He enters and orders something in German. The Waitress appears to understand and brings him his order which include a generous helping of pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage and a pitcher of beer. He eats and drinks his meal and leaves a sizeable tip. He leaves without saying much and hits the road again driving down another long stretch of desolate highway. Fade out)



(We rejoin him hours later this time he is in his lavish home and in particular his promo area. He has watched what Tony Steele has had to say and feels compelled to respond. He sets up the camera and begins cutting his promo against a simple Sunday Night Showtime backdrop.)



Das Ungeheuer: (Laughs evilly) Tony Steele, you’re a very funny man, but obviously you have me confused for someone else. You see the man you knew me as back in Anarchy Wrestling is long dead and forgotten. That man had compassion, he had a heart, he cared about people, he was weak, he was pathetic. I on the other hand am a heartless, soulless monster without compassion, a monster who will do absolutely anything to get what I desire and you’re standing in the way of me doing that which means you must be destroyed. You are indeed correct Steele we did team together but you forgot to mention the fact that I carried you, carried you right to the tag team championships. Management came to me and said “Hey we have this old guy here and have no idea what to do with him so we figured we’d team him up with you.” Being the team player that I was I went along with it and found myself being burdened with you as a partner. You a worthless, washed up has-been with a drinking and drug abuse problem. I made the best of it and I dominated the tag division with you as an anchor tied around my ankle holding me back.



(Takes a break to take a sip of water)



Das Ungeheuer: Past is past now Steele and we are opponents in a brand new promotion a promotion I will dominate as I have dominated each and every promotion I’ve ever set foot in. You made numerous incoherent references to a woman who is supposedly distracting me and preventing me from reaching my full potential…. There is no such woman and my focus is 100% on advancing in this tournament and becoming champion. I destroyed Stalker Knight just as I said I would and you’re next on my list. Your fate will be no different than his nor anyone else’s unfortunate enough to cross my path and challenge me. You are weak and I am strong we share nothing in common other than the fact that we teamed together once for a brief moment in time. So don’t you dare compare yourself to me. You aren’t in my league or on my level and on Sunday night I’m going to prove to you that not all monsters are make believe and nightmares really can and often do come true. (Laughs evilly)

(Fade out)