Post by Swiss ewrfan on Feb 17, 2022 23:47:36 GMT -5
So, this is really f***ing happening, huh? I was gonna fantasy book this at the start of year, but changed my mind because it felt too much like a fever dream scenario. But of course, Braun Strowman is an asshole, so this thing is actually happening. So I wanted to put my idea out here, just for the lulz.
My thought was to have EC3 and Wyndham being the guys running this, with "TV" being YouTube videos posted on the CYN channel. However, thanks to Chiral's selfless sacrifice of their own sanity, I now know how the other shows they ran operated. So, with that in mind, I'll adopt their "rules", where a match can only end by knockout, tapout or TKO (unable to stand). No narrator. No commentary. I'm going full cinematic with this. Guys and gals will talk during the fights, and there won't be a lot of skits, because the matches can tell their own story in that style. There will be some material to connect things though. As for the "no governing body" part... Yeah, wait and see, I have an idea lol
Finally, the roster I'd planned out for this:
Wyndham EC3 Adam Scherr Rockstar Spud Malakai Black Brody King Buddy Matthews Killer Kross Johnny Legal (John Morrison - temporary name) Keith Lee Matt Cardona Jonah Rock Joe Hennig Big Damo Tucker (for you, Chiral) Blake and Cutler 2Point0 The Wasteland (The Ascension) Biff Busick and Martin Stone Fashion Police (not sure of new names, doing this on my phone at 11:45 at night, what do you want from me??) Bollywood Boys Black Label (Hit Row) Scarlett Taya Valkyrie Mia Yim Chelsea Green B-Fab
(ROH talent will likely be added later)
So, tomorrow I'll actually start working on the booking, but here's the preamble. You're welcome. And f*** you Adam Scherr.
Post by Swiss ewrfan on Feb 18, 2022 21:18:58 GMT -5
Here we are. The first official "match" of CYN - The Fed:
We open with a van driving down the street. It turns a corner down a long dirt road.
Control Your Narrative Presents…
As we zoom in on the van, we hear a familiar tune..
“There’s something strange In the neighborhood”
A True Long Island Story
We hear a voice join in on the singing…
UNKNOWN: “Who ya gonna call? GHOSTBUSTERS!”
It’s Matt Cardona, dressed in full “Ghostbusters” gear. Chelsea Green is in the passenger seat with him. He continues driving down the long, winding, empty road, into a wooded grove. We can see a wrestling ring set up in the distance.
CARDONA: “Looks like the place.”
CHELSEA: “I have a bad feeling about this.”
As they get closer, we can see two figures standing in the ring, with a third standing outside. We soon see that it’s Keith Lee, with Mia Yim at ringside, with a referee in the ring. The closer the get, the more obvious it becomes that there is a crowd assembled. Standing back from the ring, but on their feet, the small but raucous crowd is cheering and carrying on as Lee paces the ring impatiently. Cardona stops the van and gets out, Chelsea lingering back by the van. He approaches the ring, removing the costume as he does, revealing his wrestling trunks underneath, and rolls in, as the referee calls both men to the center.
REFEREE: “OK, rules are simple. The match can only end by knockout, tap out or technical knock out. Anything goes, may the best man win.”
Lee and Cardona circle one another, Lee is super focused, while Cardona is less concerned about the match. The first tie up sees Lee back Cardona into a corner. He holds him with one hand against his chest, before letting go. Cardona takes a deep breath, before getting chopped – hard – across the chest. As he reels from the chop, Lee grabs him and chucks him across the ring. Cardona rolls outside, but Mia Yim slaps him, then rolls him back in. Lee pulls Cardona up and lifts him over his shoulder, before slamming him down the mat.
CROWD: “OH BASK IN HIS GLORY OH BASK IN HIS GLORY”
Lee stands, raises his arms and looks up at the heavens.
CROWD: “OH BASK IN HIS GLORY OH BASK IN HIS GLORY”
Lee looks at the crowd, then at Mia, then at Cardona. He runs the ropes and comes down on Cardona with a big splash! Cardona is writhing on the mat in pain. Lee backs up.
LEE: “Tell me, Mr. Cardona. To what extent would you go to attain a victory? What lengths are you willing to push yourself towards? Where are your limits? Those are questions I do not have to ask myself, for I… am limitless.”
Lee comes out of the corner with a clothesline to Cardona. He then drags his fallen opponent to the center of the ring, before stepping to the apron. As the crowd reaches a frenzy, Lee flips himself back into the ring, hitting a somersault senton to Cardona! Cardona rolls out of the ring, this time away from Mia Yim, and scampers toward the van. Chelsea checks him over, as Lee calmly, methodically, steps through the ropes and begins walking up the road towards Cardona and Chelsea. Chelsea backs away, as Lee reaches for Cardona, who delivers a solid right hand, rocking his larger opponent. We can see he has brass knucks on, thanks to Chelsea, who slipped them to him while checking on her man. Cardona walks over and kicks Lee in the stomach, then grabs his head and delivers another punch, knocking him to the ground.
CARDONA: “HE’S OUT!! REF!! CALL IT!! HE’S DONE!!”
The referee walks over to check on Lee, but he shocks everyone by starting to move.
REFEREE: “Keith, can you keep going?”
LEE: “Don’t you DARE stop this match!”
REFEREE: “The match continues!”
Cardona walks over to Lee and goes for another punch, but Lee catches the hand and rips the brass knucks off, chucking them into the crowd. As Lee pulls himself up, Cardona and Chelsea jump into the van. Cardona starts backing up, but then, suddenly, shifts into drive, aiming right for Lee! Lee jumps up and lands on the hood of the car, causing Cardona to slam on the breaks as he and Chelsea scream like banshees. They jump out of the car, but Lee catches Cardona and slams him down hard on the windshield of the van, shattering it. Chelsea jumps on Lee’s back.
CHELSEA: “That was a vintage model, you bastard!”
Chelsea tries to lock a sleeper hold on Lee, but Mia Yim pulls her off of him, then slam’s her head off the hood of the van. Chelsea crumples to the ground as Lee throws Cardona back in the ring. He climbs to the top rope, Phoenix Splash! The referee checks Cardona, who’s not moving.
REFEREE: “It’s over! RING THE BELL!”
The bell sounds as Lee stands victorious, Mia Yim joining him in the ring. The crowd are on their feet still, applauding Lee.
CROWD: “OH BASK IN HIS GLORY OH BASK IN HIS GLORY”
Slowly, Cardona and Chelsea recover and start to slink away, as Lee and Mia remain in the ring, soaking in the crowd’s adulation.
Post by Swiss ewrfan on Feb 22, 2022 16:52:57 GMT -5
POV shot of a person entering the Pub. As they walk in, we see patrons seated at tables. In one corner of the pub is Jeff Parker and Matt Lee. Over by the jukebox, quietly sipping their beers, are Biff Buscik and Martin Stone. Sitting at the bar is Big Damo. And serving up the drinks is Levi Cooper. Cooper looks up at the camera.
COOPER: “Oh. It’s you. I wasn’t expecting you already. Have a seat. The usual?”
The view now shifts and we see that we have been following Buddy Matthews.
MATTHEWS: “I needed to unwind before I have to face… him. And yeah, gimme two Foster’s.”
Matthews sits down at the bar. Cooper slides two glasses to him. Matthews downs the first one in seconds.
MATTHEWS: “Man, that’s good.”
COOPER: “So you and M-”
MATTHEWS: “Don’t say his name! ...Sorry. I just can’t deal with this crap right now. Just when I think I’ve escaped, I find myself imprisoned again. There’s no way out for me, Coop. He just won’t leave me be! I just want to rest! Is that too much to ask?”
A fist slams on a table. Everyone looks up, Matt Lee is standing, his fist still pressed against the wood.
LEE: “You just want to rest? YOU JUST WANT TO REST?! Then what the hell are you doing here?! Do you really think we want to listen to you whine about your pathetic life? We came here to drown our sorrows, not listen to someone else’s!”
COOPER: “Relax, Matt. He ain’t hurtin’ nobody...”
LEE: “He’s hurting my ears! My precious ears! I came here to forget about the fact that there’s a fat man out there, eating cake, getting fatter, because I somehow went wrong somewhere in my life! I came here to forget that I was on cloud nine, with the job of my dreams, on the greatest wrestling show in the world, only to get fired for “budget cuts”! I don’t care about how he feels like a slave to the grind or whatever sad-sack story he was telling! You just wanna rest? I just wanna get drunk! Is that so much to ask?! IS THAT SO DAMN MUCH TO ASK?!!”
Everyone just stares at Lee. Parker walks over and slowly guides him back to their table, reassuring him it’s going to be OK. Matthews turns back to Cooper.
MATTHEWS: “I always feel better when I come here, Coop. Even when things are at their worst, at least it’s a relief to know that I’m not that guy.”
Matthews sets a wad of bills on the bar.
MATTHEWS: “See ya ‘round.”
Cooper collects the money as Matthews leaves, then begins wiping down the bar. In the corner, Lee continues to cry into his beer as Parker holds him...
Post by Swiss ewrfan on Mar 1, 2022 8:24:15 GMT -5
Ok, just gotta ask. Should I continue to try and do this semi-seriously, or just embrace what this is rapidly turning into irl? My concern with the latter is when I have to address the likes of Aries and Clark, plus god knows who else they sign. Because 1, I'd rather just NOT use them and 2, whatever I do has to tread a fine line to avoid problems.
Post by Swiss ewrfan on Mar 1, 2022 18:32:37 GMT -5
Past Meets Present Meets... Past??
"Livin' easy Lovin' free Season ticket on a one way ride"
Buddy Matthews is driving down a long dirt road.
"Askin' nothin' Leave me be Takin' everythin' in my stride"
He sighs as the radio blares, chuckling slightly at the appropriateness of the song playing.
"Don't need reason Don't need rhyme Ain't nothin' that I'd rather do"
Suddenly, the car stalls out for a moment. It's night and the street is not lit. Buddy sits in darkness for a moment, before starting the car again. The engine turns over, but Buddy has no time to react before he is dragged out of the car!
"I'm on the highway to hell On the highway to hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell"
The music fades as Buddy gets dragged into the woods by a masked man. He gets thrown down into the dirt, then rolls onto his back and looks up, just in time to get kicked in the face. Everything goes dark again...
: "HEY! YOU! YEAH, YOU, YOU DUMB MARK! WANNA BE A #PROJECT FOR CONTROL YOUR NARRATIVE? WANNA MAKE $100 BUCKS WHILE LEARNING HOW DIS BIZNESS WORKS!! KEEP WATCHING!! DON'T YOU DARE CLICK THE SKIP AD BUTTON! HA YOU CAN'T BECAUSE WE DIDN'T ENABLE ONE!"
Percy Watson steps into frame.
WATSON: "Control Your Narrative is looking for marks like you, yes YOU, to be part of #TheProject, a farming system where we give you an in for the wrestling business and in return, you provide a warm body for us to you as needed! We might ask you to wear a security uniform or a members-only jacket or some other ill-defined character for one of our many online sketches. Be advised, we want people with acting AND wrestling experience, NOOBS need not apply! Interested? Sound like you? Ready to let US control YOUR narrative? Then click the link in the description box! And now, back to the video!"
With a start, Buddy opens his eyes. Staring down at him are Malakai Black and Brodie King, The House of Black.
BLACK: "Hello Matthew. It's been a while."
BUDDY: "You! But... what do you want?!"
BLACK: "You accepted my invitation, Matthew."
BUDDY: "Yeah... oh god, what is this?!"
BLACK: "Welcome to the party."
Black and King pull Matthews up by the arms and start dragging him towards a small kiddie pool.
BLACK: "Time for your baptism by fire, Matthew..."
As they get closer to the pool, we can see that it is indeed on fire. Buddy tries to free himself from their grasp, but the two men are far stronger than him. As they get closer, they start to lift the terrified Matthews up, but he suddenly gets his arms free and begins raining down punches on both men. He knocks Black down, but King is far stronger than Buddy is. As the two end up on the ground, in a scuffle, Black stands and watches, looking amuses by the fighting. Buddy manages to throw King off of him and he tackles Black to the ground.
BUDDY: "No! I won't let you take my soul. Demons aren't immune to the flames, you know..."
Matthews pulls Black up by his mohawk and delivers a knee to the abdomen, before tossing him to the side of the kiddie pool.
BUDDY: "I always wanted to see the devil burn."
Matthews picks Black up and throws him into the flames. As he watches, King suddenly lunges forward and knocks Matthews to ground. He stands menacingly over him, when both men are caught by surprise, as the flames shoot up from the kiddie pool, blinding them and causing King to dive to the ground. Malakai Black, now engulfed in flames, rises up from the pool and walks purposefully towards Buddy.
BLACK: "Burn with me, Matthew..."
Black reaches out and touches Buddy's arm. Buddy screams as the screen goes black...
"No stop signs Speed limit Nobody's gonna slow me down"
We see Black walking down the dirt road.
"Like a wheel Gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me around"
King steps out of the woods, joining him as the two walk side-by-side.
"Hey satan Payin' my dues Playin' in a rockin' band"
Then a third figure walks out of the woods and falls in line with the two...
"Hey mumma Look at me I'm on the way to the promised land"
It's Matthews! The three men now walk together in a line. Behind them, the woods light up as the area is engulfed in flames. They don't even look back, instead walking away, into the night, looking for their next soul to take...
"I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell"
Post by Swiss ewrfan on Mar 19, 2022 13:50:13 GMT -5
Eventually, this will be continuing. I have ideas using some of the CYN terminology but making it... y'know... good. And I have the big angle I may have mentioned at some point that will theoretically launch things officially. So I want to see this through. I encourage ideas or suggestions, though, because it helps the creative process. I used Tucker running the bar from Chiral, for example. So once I get motivated, I will continue to #ControlTheNarrative...