Al Snow vs The World

[George]

The scene opens to see Al Snow looking off camera. He stares forward into the direction his head is, and doesn’t move it to meet the camera. He sighs and speaks.

Al Snow: “I don’t why they all see me like that, I’m just a normal guy like the rest of them out there. It’s just beyond me. I’ve been around the globe, and I’ve proved myself to them. And now the UWF have declared I’m against the world? You don’t think I’ve lost it right? I think you’re the only person I can rely on around here, all cutthroats. And I’m not even brushing the surface of those… gangs.”

“The weirdest thing about it is, right, I can never remember heading out there. It’s just like a fragment in my mind. I don’t even know if they like me out there or not! It’s just really a mystery to me. What do you think Head?”

The camera pans around to see the mannequin head he personifies as his only friend. It obviously doesn’t reply to him, but Al listens into Head.

“I can’t believe you’d be so blunt about it Head. I’d wish an apology out of you. But, knowing you, I’d probably not get one. Why do you have to be like that all the time Head? I really need some better friends, you’re always so mean to me.”

Al Snow listens in once more to Head. He then rolls his eyes and shrugs his shoulders.

“I forgive you Head, I always will. You give me the best advice, help and whatever I need. For that, I appreciate you. Now look, we’ve gotta go out there and address all those kind folks out in the audience, you’ll cooperate right? Of course you will. Now before we-”

The music of Al Snow hits, the famous Prodigy song “Breathe”, and Snow reacts by swiping up head, and holding it close to continue to talk to it.

“Best behaviour. No acting up.”

Al Snow then heads through gorilla position and then bursts through the crowd to fan ovation, he then waves head up in the air with fans doing the same in the audience with styrofoam copies going wild. They chant the word “HEAD” with the rhythm of the theme. Al Snow then holds head tight in both hands for a grasp.

While walking down the ramp he looks side to side almost paranoidly, he then grins and stops before getting up into the ring. He then runs round and up to the ring steps and then quickly soars through the ropes on the apron. He then paces side to side in the ring jumping up and down in the ring, he then raises Head up high and then looks around the ring. 

He then lowers Head to being held in a sling type way and he then heads to the ringside area for a microphone. He then rolls back into the ring, pats the mic hard to try and check if it’s working or not. He then raises it up to his mouth.

“This thing is working right? Good. Now how are you all?! I hope all is well in the world of the Ultimate Wrestling Federation. It’s been awhile since I’ve walked these roads of the UWF, but I must admit, it’s a hell of an ambiance you’ve got here!”

The fans cheer Al Snow’s praise of the crowd.

“As far as I’m aware, I’m out here to issue an open challenge. To whoever thinks they’re tough enough to stand face to face with Al Snow. I don’t care if it’s one person, I don’t care if it’s a hundred! This is an open challenge to every person that considers themselves a character. I’m here, the audience is here, let yourself be heard, I’m waiting!”

Al Snow lowers his microphone in await of a colourful character to come from the back to confront him in this wide open challenge. It is Al Snow vs The World.

OOC: I’ve thought of this idea of allowing you all to enhance true characters and colourful personalities, go straight up bonkers on this one, I’d love to see what some of you guys can come up with. The wackier the better.

[mrleedles]

"I, I tried so hard to let you go...but some kind of madness is swallowing me whole.........."

The titantron flickers to a dark room, a single lightbulb swinging by, showing glimpses of a man in a red-colored sheep mask. As the camera pans further and further out, more details are shown about him. First, the black beard covering the bottom of his face and his neck from view. Then, the black tank top, straps fitting cleanly around his shoulders, with red spatters across the midsection area. Finally, the worn-down, rarely-washed blue jeans and beaten black boots, both spattered with larger amounts of the red, viscous fluid than on the shirt. He lifts an arm, and brings its hand close to the mask...but stops himself. Facing the camera, he stares it down through the mask.

"I never meant for it to be this way...to give a man so much power that it not only swallowed me whole, but turned a whole army of once-willing men, women, and children.....into nothing more than mindless, filthy, sheep. I was supposed to take down the machine! Bring down the entire power, the infrastructure that the wolves rely on as crutches to make it through the nightfall...

those were his last words before being slain. Slain by my hands...by the tools in which I carried to work under his rule..."

The camera pans to the side, and shows a plethora of tools and what some would consider weapons, many of which painted red, and some blackened as well.

"The people whom he guided, who he leaded...all lied to. He told us there was going to be a promise land, that we would storm the gates of The Garden of Eden and take back the lands in which we as man and woman once lived inside of in harmony...but all we got was work. Work which brewed no rewards for us, while he reaped the rewards. He told us we would be conquering the machine...but all he was, was another pawn in the massive network of machines used to keep us simple, keep us content with life...used to make us only take down the machines that already have stopped working from overuse and disrepair...

And there were no problems with that.

Oh sure, people got mad...they got furious, but they still followed! They followed him like the sheep that they are, not being able to tell each other from the wolves living among them! But he tried.....to silence me. First, it was the abandonment. Then, it was the persuasion of the people that I was simpler than thou...and finally, it was the attempt of the killing blow, to put down the wolf and make an example for all the sheep to applaud...but he forgot the one rule when it came to killing the wolves amongst us: make sure you are the fastest, the smartest, and the hungriest out of the two...and he may have been hungriest...but he sure as hell wasn't the fastest, and he underestimated on who the smartest was. All it took was one blow, one bludgeon...one ear ripped off, a couple of teeth pulled, one kneecap shattered, one THROAT SLIT.....and it...was all over. The alpha wolf was slain, and a new alpha was established...weeks went by, and I still cannot get him out of my head. His reflection is in the water sloshing around my brain, his lunacy is with mine, lying on the grass and feeding me lies, convincing me how it'll be alright to go out and kill. Oh, they won't miss a sheep or two...or three...or five.....or ten..........and I've tried...I've tried so hard to keep this under control, but some kind of madness...has started to evolve, and is swallowing me whole."

The man behind the sheep mask begins laughing on a level even above maniacal, a drip of red now beginning from the lightbulb, splashing onto the floor, which the camera looks down upon to find the body of one Bray Wyatt, an ear missing, a toothless grin, a leg destroyed, and numerous cuts ranging from small ones on the throat and wrists to a massive one in the top of his head and the middle of his back. Panning back up, the sheep mask is off, and the face of Luke Harper stares back.



Luke Harper: "Al Snow...I hate to do this to you, but I've finally seen the light, and realized what he meant...I need to feed the wolves."

[Dres]

As the UWF arena is filled with one of the catchiest songs of yesteryear, the fans that recognize it perk up with excitement while those unfamiliar with the tune react with indifference but they’re all curious to see who is going to come out and are admittedly all confused at the person that does.



AJ makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring, motioning for a microphone as he’s granted one. He immediately raises it to his mouth.

AJ Styles: Is this some kind of a freaking joke? I consider it just the most disrespectful slap in the face to see the spotlight shone on anyone else but the three most deserving of it. And I’m not talking about Al Snow, Head, and Luke Harper. I’m not talking about my friends in The Club Luke Gallows, Karl Anderson, and Finn Balor. I’m talking about me, myself, and I! People forget that I’m a former UWF Champion. In fact, I’ve been a world champion everywhere I’ve wrestled. People forget that I’m a world class performer the likes of which can’t be replicated or seen anywhere else.

But you know what I’m the sickest about not getting recognized for? My carpentry skills! That’s right, ladies and gents, this isn’t the only house that AJ Styles built, oh no! You can look on Zillow, you can look on Google Maps, and you’ll find out real quick that there’s a lot of architecture out there in the world that’s got the phenomenal touch put on it. I’m an Allen of all trades!

I level the playing field in wrestling, and I know how to use a level when it comes to construction. I’m the blueprint of what makes a great superstar, and I make my own blueprints when it’s time to stop bringing the pain and start landscaping the terrain. So if you decide yup, you do want some, then hell, I’m not a hard guy to find!