Steel Angel [vs.] Gordon Fury

DUELING THIEVES MATCH FTW!

Rules:

-To win, you must hit your opponent with two of his signature moves, and then score a fall

The scene opens up in Gordon's motel room. He is asleep on the bed, and the whole room is in darkness. This calm is broken by Gordon's phone going off. This wakes up Gordon as he blindly reaches towards his bedside table and picks up his phone. Since there isn't really a lot more for me to do in this scene, I will leave you with Gordon's inner monologue for the duration. Have fun!

Gordon Fury: Hello?

Tracey Smith: Hey Goooooooorrrrrrrddddy. Hope I didn't wake you.

I'm not sure if I accidentally sighed aloud, but I definitely was inside.

Gordon Fury: Hi Tracey. Yeh well you did wake me.

Dumb bitch. I try to sound as polite as a tired, exhausted human being who just got woken up by someone who they can't stand can be.

Tracey Smith: Oh. Well now that you are awake, I suppose it doesn't matter now now hey? I just rang to wish you luck in your title match at New Years Evil. I even bought tickets to watch it live!

I admit, I was a little chuffed that she bought tickets, but still...

Gordon Fury: I appreciate that Trace, but was there a reason you had to call me at...

I turn my body and check my alarm clock for the time.

Gordon Fury: ...2:27am?

Tracey Smith: Not really, but I just thought of it now, so I wanted to call you while I remembered.

God damn it Kurt, how the fuck did you put up with her? She is nice enough but jeez. But then it dawned on me.

Gordon Fury: Wait, Trace this is the first time you will be seeing a wrestling event live yeh?

Tracey Smith: That's right! I'll be there in person to cheer you on!

I can't believe I didn't realise this sooner. Tracey was with Kurt through his whole training to be a wrestler just as I was. As much as I feel like I am living his dream, she won't just be seeing me in that ring. She will be seeing both me and Kurt. This match means as much to her as it does to me. Which is more reason why I can't lose. I have to really step it up more than ever, and that may require a few changes. I then realised I should probably respond.

Gordon Fury: I'm glad Tracey, I really am.

I'm not sure if the silence that follows is awkward or not, there was a weird air of calmness about it.

Tracey Smith: Well Gordy, I’ll let you get some sleep. I might see you on Sunday!

Gordon Fury: Yeh Trace might do. Take it easy.

I press a button on my phone, hanging it up. I then put it back on my dresser and look up at the ceiling.

Gordon Fury: I can't lose.

The camera fades to black.



The scene opens up in a media conference room. Reporters are seated in neatly lined chairs on the floor, and at the front of the room there is a stage with lectern on it, a microphone attached to the top. The reporters are all anxious as they wait for the conference to start. Suddenly Gordon Fury appears from side stage wearing a maroon t-shirt and jeans. As he enters, all of the reporters look at him with a confused look on their faces, presumably because of what he is holding. Under each of Gordon's arms is a fold up camping chair, while he holds a portable speaker in his left hand. With out a word he puts his gear down, before picking up the lectern and moving it off the stage. He then goes and sets up both chairs facing each other, giving a side-on view to the reporters. He then moves the speaker to the front of the stage and switches it on, before opening a compartment and pulling a wireless microphone. He then addresses the audience.

Gordon Fury: Ladies and gentlemen of the press, as you may already know, my name is Gordon Fury. Now by the look on more than a few of your faces I can see people re confused. Let me explain.

Gordon turns one of the camping chairs to face the audience before sitting in it.

Gordon Fury: You see one of the things that really pisses me off about wrestling is how rigid things can get outside of the ring. I mean suits, standing at lecterns, all of that boring shit. I mean for fuck sake wrestlers make a living beating the shit out of each other, you would think things would be a bit more chilled right? Plus it is so impersonal. The way the world is these days it is apparently rare to have a face to face conversation anymore. So, as the pioneer I am, I decided to change things up. So instead of shouting at me trying to get my attention, you will all raise your hands if you have a question. Then. If I choose you, you will come onto the stage, and sit in this chair opposite me, and ask the question. If you have a question you want me to answer, you can come up to me and ask me. So, who is first?

Gordon stands up as some of the reports raise there hands, some still look confused, others look insulted. Gordon, funnily enough, couldn't give 2 shits. Gordon scans through the crowd before pointing to a Caucasian, dark haired young lady.

Gordon Fury: You, come on up. No need to be shy, I won't bite.

As she walks up to the stage, Gordon turns his chair back to face the other one, while the lady awkwardly sits in the camping chair, her nice, official looking dress looking out of place in comparison. Gordon gestures to her to ask away.

Reporter Lady: Mr. Fury, in regards to...

Gordon cuts the lady off mid sentence without a second thought.

Gordon Fury: Sorry I didn't catch your name? And please, call me Gordon.

The lady is taken aback by Gordon's interruption, and Gordon patiently waits as she gets her thoughts together.

Reporter Lady: Oh, um, sorry. Sydney Dawson, Worldwide Wrestling Weekly.

Gordon Fury: Nice to meet you Sydney.

Gordon holds out his hand for a shake, and she awkwardly shakes it. Sydney then gauges Gordon to see if he has anything else in store before continuing.

Sydney Dawson: So Gordon, as of last night you are now the number one contender for the High Impact Title.

Gordon Fury: Yup

Sydney Dawson: How do you feel now that Steel has made it a Duelling Thieves match?

Gordon Fury: To be honest Sydney, at first I was confused, as I had no idea what the match was. Everyone went apeshit about it though, so I assumed it would be sweet. So I went and looked it up, and to be honest it was a smart choice for Steel.

Sydney Dawson: What do you mean? Do you mean because he knows it is going to be a great, entertaining match?

Gordon chuckles a little.

Gordon Fury: Not exactly Sydney. You see Steel uses the guise of wanting to please the fans but in actuality it is very smart tactics wise. See Steel's moveset, especially his finishers, are quite complex moves he has no doubt been practising for years. Replicating those moves is going to be quite difficult for me. Whereas while NOONE will be able to do my moves like I can, besides the Skyfall Guillotine, my other two moves are pretty easy to do in comparison, making it much easier for him to qualify for the win than me. And he obviously considered this when he decided the match type. Now I don't blame him for doing so, but for an “honourable warrior” who believes in fair fights and what not, does that sound very honourable to you Sydney?

Sydney Dawson: Umm... No, not really...

Gordon Fury: Exactly. He doesn't want an honourable, even fight. He wants to win, and he wants to tilt the odds in his favour so he has more of a chance to do so. And do you know why he would take an advantage like that Sydney? Because in my opinion he is not being honest about who he is. He is not an honourable warrior, he is an arrogant douche bag. And I can prove it.

At this all of the reporters start scribbling things down on notepads, and then frantically whisper to each other. As they do, Gordon reaches into a drink holder of his arm chair and pulls out a remote. He points it behind him and clicks a button, causing a projector screen to roll down the back wall. He then clicks another button, and footage from last week's Battlegrounds appears.

Steel Angel
Sorry Gordon by unlike you I don't need an actual submission finisher. I've trained myself to use any kind of hold I could think of, that way I don't have to rely on just one move. Have fun!

Gordon clicks the remote, skipping the footage ahead. He then presses play again.

Steel Angel
Well Gordon you amaze me by being able to win a submission match without the need of a finisher. But that was just a mere test, no more than that. If you really wanna beat one of the best, you're going to have to broaden your horizans.

He clicks the remote again, and the clip stops, the screen going blank. He then puts the remote back and focuses again on Sydney.

Gordon Fury: How fucking arrogant was that? You see Sydney, Steel is merely an arrogant man who is stuck on past accomplishments, convinced that they are still relevant. News flash Steel, they aren't. Sorry Sydney, I'm just going to take a bit of time to address Steel directly.

She nods her head as Gordon turns to face the camera.

Gordon Fury: Almost every week without fail you bring up all the shit you have done in the past. Triple crown this, former world champion that. And you say it every week like it is supposed to mean something, like people are supposed to consider you great because of it. I mean you referred to yourself as “one of the best”. Really Steel? Really? I don't doubt your skill in that ring Steel, and in the few times I have met you you don't seem like a bad guy, you just need a slap in the face from reality. And this week, I will be delivering that slap when I take the High Impact Championship.

Don't get me wrong Steel, you may have been one of the best when you were world champion, you may have even been THE best. But the men you proudly claim week after week to have defeated? Most of them are long gone from IWF. You say the names like they should mean something to your opponent, but they don't. You say it like people should respect you for it, and I'm sure many do, but I don't. But that doesn't matter now. The past is the past, it is what happens now that is the most important. Do you know what bringing up all this past shit says about you Steel? It says that you have no recent accomplishments to call your own. Sure you may argue that because all I have done is beat Devlin Raine a bunch of times that I don't deserve the shot, that I don't impress you. Well who has two thumbs and doesn't give a fuck. This guy.

He points his thumbs to himself.

Gordon Fury: Not only that, but in recent memory the only thing YOU have done is beaten Devlin Raine, which I was doing before it was cool by the way. Yes you are High Impact Champion, but you have not fought someone who refuses to lose Steel. Someone who despite not having a title, has EVERYTHING to lose, as well as everything to gain. I can guarantee you have NOT faced a man like me before Steel, and I am coming at you as hard as I can, and I am determined to leave New Years Evil High Impact Champion.

Gordon turns back to Sydney.

Gordon Fury: Does that answer your question?

She nods her head as she gets out of the chair and moves back to her seat. Gordon stands up and moves to the edge of the stage again.

Gordon Fury: Ok, who's next?

The throng of reporter raise their hands again as the scene fades to black.

"Respect and Truth, Two Sides of the Same Coin."

The scene opens up on a busy city street. People are bustling past each, quickly trying to get to their destinations, shops are open and attracting customers where they can. In all of this madness is Gordon Fury. He is wearing the new Gordon Fury black V-neck t-shirt that says “Fuck you, I do what I want” on the front, and “Gordon Fury” on the back, as well as jeans and sneakers, for a change. Way to put in shameless advertising there Gordo, real smooth. And I swear Gordon must own a thousand fucking pairs of jeans, because that is all he seems to wear. Anyway, Gordon walks casually down the sidewalk, as he takes in the sights and sounds of his environment. The camera closes in on him and faces him as he continues walking.

Gordon Fury: Respect. It is a word thrown around by so many people in so many aspects of life, although very few people understand the meaning of the word. It is just a pretty thing to say that gives people credibility. But there are people that in everyday life show true respect, whether they know it or not.

Gordon stops walking before pointing into a news agency. A middle-eastern man is buying a newpaper from a Caucasian man behind the counter. They both nod politely to each other as the middle-eastern man walks out of the store.

Gordon Fury: That middle-eastern man is named Baljeet, and Baljeet is a devoted Muslim. Every day he goes into that news agency and buys a paper from Harvey, who is a dedicated Jehovah’s Witness. Now for this time of year, both of these religions have very different customs, and yet they both wish each other a happy “whatever”, not apart of those religions, so I don't really know. The point is, that these men have respect. Neither of them actively realise it, but they do.

Gordon continues walking before walking into a coffee shop, the sounds of coffee beans grinding and “private” conversations drowning out the bustle from outside. And by private, I mean loud as fuck, but apparently only to one person. Gordon then stops again, motioning to two men sitting at a table, drinking their coffee's and quietly chatting. You don't notice it at first, but after a few seconds you notice that they are holding hands.

Gordon Fury: Those two men are George and Matt. They have been a couple for a few years now, and this is their favourite coffee shop, and often come here for dates.

Gordon then motions at the woman behind the counter, who is busy preparing coffee for her waiting customers.

Gordon Fury: And this hard working woman is Francine. Francine is a devout Christian, as is her whole family. She very much believes in Christian views, including that marriage should only be between a man and a woman. And yet, George and Matt are two of her favourite customers. They are always polite, and always leave a generous tip, and don't disturb any of the other customers. She may not actively approve of their union, but she respects them despite it.

Gordon takes a seat at one of the tables.

Gordon Fury: Steel, there is a reason I took you on this journey today, and that is to show you what real respect is. You see Steel, despite what I said about you earlier this week, I respect you as an in ring competitor. You always go out in the ring and give it your all for the people, something I am not a stranger to doing. However as a man there are more than a few faults with you Steel, and respect is funnily enough, one of them.

You don't respect me Steel, and it doesn't matter if you admit it or not, we both know its true. You may have made Devlin a victim or your superiority complex, but that shit won't work on me. It only serves to fuel my fire, and I assure you that at New Year's Evil, you are going to feel the burn.

You see Steel, you made a fatal mistake by comparing me to Deviln, as I knew you would. You said I was, what was it? “Playing the victim”? If you had truly done your study and prepared as you said you had, then you would know I have made a name for myself calling it how I see it. In fact the only thing your promotion showed is how you have fallen into the trap of considering Devlin and me the same. Because of this, whether you realise it or not, you are going to prepare the same. Andtrust that you are going to need ALOT more than that to beat me this week. Not only that, but you seemed to get awfully defensive there about my claims. Almost as if you were trying to convince yourself. You see Steel I didn't slander your image or inform people about your match selection to complain. I did it to prove a point. It was to throw a stone into into the glass house that is your persona, to rattle your cage to see how you would react. And you did exactly what I thought you would.

The thing that rattled you the most about my words is the fact that they come from fact. I didn't slander you or make false claims, I backed up my claims with facts, and it sent you backpedaling. Instead of fighting back you were trying to do damage control, desperately trying to repair the holes that I poked in your image. And by comparing me to Devlin, by trying to turn it back on me, the only thing you have done is proved my point. Because there is a reason you couldn't say one single bad thing directly about me: Because you had nothing to go on. Since joining IWF, I have done nothing but speak the truth and kick arse in that ring, and I will continue to do so.

Oh and Speaking of things you don't want to hear, I have something else to tell you: Steel, it fucking pisses me off that you are High Impact Champion, because you don't respect that title you hold.

Gordon lets it sink in before continuing.

Gordon Fury: Now some people may think I am nuts, and that Steel is the perfect High Impact Champion, but I implore people to read the writing on the wall. Steel is showing complete and utter disrespect for this title, and the main reason is because he doesn't want it. Steel you only won the title in the first place because you wanted to beat Parker. You couldn't give a fuck about the High Impact Title. And then it was the icing on the cake when you said, and I quote “Let's just face the cold hard facts here Parker, our roles should of switched. I should be the one holding that belt while you have this.”. What is the High Impact title to you Steel? A fucking trade in token? It is just like a said earlier in the week, you are so caught up on your past accomplishments, so focused on getting back your former glory, that not only are you not stopping to smell the roses, you are doing a massive dump in the fucking garden.

Steel you don't want the title, you don't need the title, to you it is merely something you accidentally found. You don't deserve to hold the High Impact title Steel. You don't deserve to be called High Impact Champion, and not only are you disgracing every champion you cam before, but you are disgracing the belt itself. There is nothing wrong with wanting to shoot for the top Steel, but when you more or less say, “fuck this belt, I want the better one” all you are doing is looking like an ungrateful fuckwit. You have let your own self praise get to your head Steel, your own past accolades cloud your vision and blind you to reality. You don't honour the title, you don't respect the title, the only thing you do is show the world how undeserving of the title you really are.

Gordon stands up from his chair and exits through the back door into a deserted alley, before continuing.

Gordon Fury: Well you know what Steel? You want to go after the world title so much? Then I will give you the perfect opportunity to do so, after I beat you and take the High Impact Championship, finally giving it a champion it deserves. You see Steel, to me it isn't just a stepping stone to get into the world title hunt. It isn't just a way to make more money, to get more fame. It is to show everyone who ever believed in me, as well as everyone who told me I couldn't do it, that I have truly made it as a wrestler. That despite hardships that fall on you, there is always hope, and that this Sunday, that hope is going to pay off. I will hold that title with pride, and prove to everyone that “High Impact” isn't just the name of the title. I will become the greates High Impact champion that IWF has ever known, and I will do it because this opportunity means EVERYTHING to me. You have no idea what getting to this point means to me Steel, to everyone who has supported me to this point...

Gordon bows his head before taking a deep breath in. He looks dead into the camera with a tear in his eye.

Gordon Fury: ...And to my brother.

Gordon shakes his head, forcing the tear back inside.

Gordon Fury: That is why I WON'T lose at New Year's Evil, Steel. I am going to beat you and leave as High Impact Champion because I give myself no other option. It is MY time to shine, and if I have to pry that title from your corpse, then that is exactly what I will do. You have convincingly lost your last two matches, while I am on 3 match win streak. I have momentum on my side, you showed the world I have the mental advantage, and there is no doubt in my mind that I want it more. You are in for a shock at New Years Evil Steel, because a hurricane of fury is coming for you, and it leaving with the High Impact Championship. It is time for you to face the fury...

...mate.

I can't believe he gets me to do this shit every week, but if he is going to pay me for 5 words, I don't give a shit. The scene fades to black.