For the Wanderers

[Disturbed]

*The scene opens with two shadowy figures slowly moving along an empty alley way. The sky is dark and the street is covered with various debris. The only sounds that can be heard are that of the two figures feet dragging along the cement. The figures stop outside an old battered building. The broken windows and doors are boarded up, with a notice on the side of the building reading:

**Due for Destruction 28/11/2010**

As the two figures push their way past the old doors, the camera pans out to reveal a large sign above the door, which reads:

**DUEW HQ**

Once inside, the two figures sit down at a table and turn a dim lamp on. The light flickers on and off a couple of times, revealing a pair of worn faces sitting at the table. It becomes apparent that the faces belong to none other than Disturbed and Jonny Stripes.*

Jonny: “The old stomping ground, eh? Sure has seen better days”

Disturbed: “You’re telling me. Not nearly as glorious as I remember it…”

*Both Jonny and Disturbed are looking around the room, taking in the torn posters and old photos of champions past. A photo of Jonny and Disturbed embracing, holding the tag team titles above their heads, can be seen. As Disturbed’s eyes land on this photo, his head sinks and he lets out a loud sigh.*

Disturbed: “What happened man? Look at us – look at how happy we were.”

Jonny: “I remember that day as if it were yesterday. We were the champions.”

*Jonny motions at a portrait of him holding the World Title above his head, with a plaque underneath it reading *Jonny Stripes, 5 time World Heavyweight Champion**

Jonny: “Champions of the World….*

Disturbed: “Right. Our jobs used to involve bruises, blood, cuts, pain, stunning victories, crushing defeats… Now what? My days are filled with suits, ties, phone calls and sales meetings.”

Jonny: “My days still involve tables, ladders, chairs and various other household and handy appliances – although now I’m selling them rather than opening skulls with them.”

*They pause and take in more of their surroundings.*

Disturbed:”How is work going for you, anyway?”

Jonny: “Same old, man. Every once in a while an old timer will come into the store, begin a conversation with me and then stop, mid-sentence. They recognize me. They remember me. But they don’t say anything. They’re as embarrassed as I am about what happened to DUEW and they don’t want to ever think about it again.”

Disturbed: “It’s depressing, isn’t it? You remember the kids that used to drive for miles just to see us in the flesh? The cult followers who would do whatever it took to make it to every show, 3 hours early, front and centre just to watch us warm up? We got that reaction from people simply by doing what we loved. Now days the only way I get a reaction even remotely close to that is if I manage to close a sale with a large client, which I certainly wouldn’t consider doing ‘what I love’”

Jonny: “You know if we hadn’t been so stupid as to listen to the DUEW financial advisors we wouldn’t have to be working now. Invest it all in DUEW shares they said. DUEW will last forever and continue to grow bigger and bigger they said. Huh, right. I lost over 6 million dollars investing in the DUEW franchise…”

Disturbed: “I hear ya’, 4.5 million for me….”

Jonny: “DUEW left us without a penny, without a job, without a passion to pursue – and in 7 short months when this building gets demolished, the only thing it will have left us with is a memory of what once was.”




***To be continued by any other past DUEW posters bored enough to be roaming this site.***

[Jonny Stripes]

A strange electronic noise is heard over a black screen, which begins to glow very lightly. A sultry voice says "Buona sera" before the light glow becomes a full white screen, quickly recognisable as a computer screen. Some icons load up and after a few more noises the loading finishes. On the screen background stands a tall, dark handsome man dressed in an unbuttoned white shirt with some loose fitting blue shorts. On his face is a steely look, no smile to be seen and the mans cheeks framed sharply by the bones, looking every inch an arrogant man who believes he has it all.

A white mouse icon drifts lazily across the screen past the mans long, dark hair and clicks on an iTunes logo. The music player loads and is set on random. The program, however, freezes and after a moment returns to the desktop and opens an email system. It loads and the user has 6 unread messages. The first three are from a business associate, the next is an invitation for an event, the next again from an associate. The man ignores these however and hovers over an email that reads in title

DUEW?

After several moments pass a deep breath is heard from behind the picture, before the user finally opens the email. Inside is a link to an article, which the user clicks on. The page opens and there is a picture of an old building, large black marble letters hanging over the entrance reading "Down Under Extreme Wrestling". The user quickly scrolls down to the story, which bears the grim title "DUEW: Down and Out Wrestling"

The formerly prestigious Down Under Extreme Wrestling federation received the long awaited final nail in its coffin yesterday after almost 4 years out of action. Its final asset- the once grand arena and offices it held- DUEW HQ were today bought by the Packer Holding Company for future development.The federation went into a quick and steep decline in mid 2006 with crowds falling and faced financial collapse after an on air dispute with sponsors McDonald's saw the federation lose its television deal briefly. Their sad demise was cemented when the federation cancelled all shows and content for the conceivable future- A future that continues until this day.

The popularity of the federation refuses to go away however, with around 1000 fans turning out in front of the now fenced off DUEW HQ today to pay tribute to the defunct federation. Even now, with former owners the Howard family in public disgrace and self imposed exile the rumours continue to abound about the federation.

While many have moved on, it is clear there are some that haven't. The fans that turned up today certainly hoped that DUEW could rise again, with one fan Trevor Huxley quoted as saying "When I think of wrestling, I think of DUEW. Guys like Jonny Stripes inspired me to go to the gym and build these biceps! They were my heros growing up and I hate to think I'll never see them again". Another fan, John Hawley, said of a return "DUEW was the best thing since the invention of the microwave...I really hope that they come back, even just for one day".

Could this sad story of a giant's fall have a happy ending after all?

As the mouse drifts away from the final line the computer jumps to the iTunes window, now unfrozen and "All Along the Watchtower" by Jimi Hendrix begins to play.

The camera pulls away from the screen and reveals the user, the same man that was on the desktop, shrouded in cigarette smoke. The smoke and light from the screen give the mans broad smile a manic quality and the man says to himself

"Ci sarà una conclusione felice?"

[Mr. Lover]

*** Somewhere in Japan***

[The leftovers of the man who once was known as Mr. Love now promoted under the stage name Kawairashii storms into the locker-rooms, followed by a handful of men - all twice younger than him and Asian. Old man Davidson, looking obviously pissed as hell, trows his puro mask down on the grown and turns around to face the crowd of people. His face is covered in blood. ]

Kawairashii (Lover): God damn it, Sasuke! You stupid Japanese peace of shit!

[One of the men steps forward looking obviously unhappy as well. His is an Asian lad. His head is shaved and his eyes are covered in red make-up.]

Sasuke: Your..... fault!

Kawairashii (Lover): Fuck you!!!!

[Lover kicks a chair in his anger. The furniture hits the wall and falls down on the ground. In less than five seconds comes a small fat figure with ugly hair - the manager of the federation. He first points his index finger at them and then at the door.]

Manager: What you do? Go back out!

[Lover turns to face him. He bites his lower lip in attempt to hide his anger. at the sight of blood the manager's jaw drops in amusement.]

Manager: Blood? I said no blood! We doctor have no! No blood! No Blood!

Kawairashii (Lover): That mother fucker botched my fucking spot!

[The Asian lad hits himself in the chests and then roars out!]

Sasuke: I CHAMPION!

Kawairashii (Lover): You are a fucking cunt that's what you fucking are!

[The two are about to get in a fight when a small group of the spectators of this scene moves in between them and pulls them apart. The manager, even though his the shortest one in the room, tries to act tough and bossy by waving his hand in the air.]

Manager: Stop this! Stop this! I pay you fight on ring not out ring! I have rules...

Kawairashii (Lover): Fuck you! Fuck your rules and fuck your raw fish! I quit!

[Lemmy Campbel]

We find ourselves in the middle of a ring. Six men are lying on and around the ring next to many broken tables, ladder, chairs, baseball bats, barb wire, light tubes and one of them even have a nail in his arm. On the ring two wrestlers are destroying third. The one being destroyed is a short haired blond guy, who is about half the size of the others. The two throws him in the ropes and as he comes flying toward them, they meet the guy with double clothes line. Both of them are about 6’ high and have long hairs. One of them looks around with happy, almost sadistic smile on his face and goes posing on the top ropes. The crowd goes whiled as it cheers and starts to chant “LEMMY, LEMMY.” His tag team partner looks around and picks a chair from the ground. As Lemmy poses on the top ropes the little blond guy gets up from the ring still dizzy. Lemmy turns around and jumps on the ring, he slowly starts to walk over to the guy, but when he notice him the little blond starts backing up with his hands up begging for mercy. Lemmy makes few steps toward him, when the blondie turns just to face Lemmy’s partner.

Commentator: Now he is in big trouble!

The tag team partner tries to hit with the chair, but the blond guy rolls under the chair and instead of the opponent the chair meets Lemmy’s face. The impact is enormous, so big that Lemmy’s blood goes over the people on the first rows. He falls on the ground it’s clearly that his nose is dislocated and his mouth starts to fill up with blood. For seconds his whole face is covered with blood. The women in the crowd cover their mouths not to scream out or their eyes not to see the sight of Lemmy’s blood. The partner gets a dumb look on his face not knowing what to do, before he realizes it the blond guy turns him over and performs fast tornado DDT on a stop sign lying close by. He quickly covers up Lemmy and the referee starts to count. 1…

Commentator: Man I though they had it…

Commentator 2: I am telling you man, I have never, in my professional career, have seen something like this. I think Lemmy is going to suffocate, before this match is over.

2…

Commentator: They were so close… I just can’t believe it…

Commentator 2: Getting beat up in your own match sucks, man. If Lemmy survives this he will feel like shit.

3…

Ring Announcer: Here’s your winners and still WORD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS. TEAM DESTRUCTION!

[Commercial break]

We are in the back. Lemmy is sitting in the ambulance, getting stitched up, drinking beer. One medic is working on his forehead, while the second is fixing his nose. Lemmy takes another sip from the beer bottle and shakes his head.

Lemmy: Fucking, amateurs. I would like to work with someone who knows what he is doing.

A sell phone rings with Motorhead’s – Evolution. Lemmy starts to search around his pockets. He finally finds it as the song reaches “I see the line in the sand, Time to find out, who I am
Looking back to see where I stand”. He looks at the screen as a smile rolls out when he reads “Austin”. After a moment he picks up.

Austin: Guess who dick head?

Lemmy: Hey man, I was just thinking about you.

There is a small pause as laughter is heard from the other side of the phone.

Austin: Can you make it sound any gayer?

Lemmy shakes his head and takes another sip from the beer.

Lemmy: It’s been a while Steve, how are you man? Saw “Damaged”, nice stuff.

Austin: Been better man… Been better… Have you heard?

Lemmy: Yeah, it’s sad actually. Have some very nice memories over there.

Austin: Yeah, remember the Russian roulette? We made that idiot Howard wet his pants.

Lemmy: Yeah! Those were the times, feels like forever…

The medic turns Lemmy’s nose to fix it and the man screams in pain. His eyes ever tear up as he starts to breath fast to come down.

Austin: What the hell? What’s going on over there?

Lemmy: Got my nose broke tonight.

Austin: Get a beer it will make the pain go away.

Lemmy: Way ahead of you partner!

Lemmy takes another sip from the bottle and he throws it away at a trash can near by.

Lemmy: Hey I have an idea, let’s go down and check the HQ for last time, huh? What you say?

Austin: I don’t know… I will think about it…

Lemmy is looking confused when he hears Austin’s replay. The rocker looks around like he is in hidden camera.

Lemmy: What is there to think about man? Come on!

Austin: DUEW is past Lem. Let it go…

Lemmy: Suit yourself, I am going down under if you change your mind, you know where to find me.

Lemmy close the phone and let a small curse out of his mouth. The camera rolls away as the medics keep stitching him up.

[OOT - Woooooow first post ith the new acc! ;D]

[Damien Porter]

The following article extract was found in the Sun Herald - 25/4/2010

Along with the announcement of the sale of all the DUEW’s assists, Mr Howard also sold the legal rights to DUEW to the original creator of the idea of DUEW, Damien Porter and an ex-employee Jonathon Jeffries. They made a brief statement to the public saying that they were looking to bring back DUEW better than ever before. They say the problem before is that the Howards kept it within the family. They are looking for anyone who wishes to help them re-unite DUEW

OOC: This is true, Jonathon (yes he is a real person) and I are restarting DUEW. The homepage is under construction but can be viewed at www.duew.t35.com We are looking for people to help us. Please contact us at [e-mail] if you are interested. we want a team to help us this time so it all works well.

[nicho]

Hey all, its been a while... and a good chance i wont get a reply. is Anyone still efeding from duew?