DEATH JOHNSON
Chook City Savior
Episode 1: The Screw Job
Chook City, 1983… The Orchard Greenhouse
[Wrestling Arena]
Seats are packed to the brim for the special event…no empty seat in sight…
RING ANNOUNCER
”LADIES AND GERMS!! TONIGHT…
THE LUCHA WRESTLING FEDERATION
HAS BEEN HOSTING AN UNPRECEDENTED TOURNAMENT…
TO CROWN A NEW UNDISPUTED-SUPER-HEAVYWEIGHT-CHAMPION OF-THE-WORLD!“
The crowd is frenetic…the atmosphere…
It’s insane…the feeling is like no other…A new title. A major World title. This was huge…
[Backstage, talent and the rest of the crew prepare for their respective matches and duties for the show…costumes and makeup, all of it…
A whole production…everyone is still clamoring over this new championship…]
[We cut to the Color Commentary at ring side sitting at their positions, who are left of the Spanish announce table…
They provide the calls of the in ring action for each match. They add life to the story the individuals involved lay out on display. The voices of wrestling…]
…back to the ring announcer…
[He’s hyped!!!]
RING ANNOUNCER
“Qualifier matches were held last week to determine spots; to be eligible to compete in this tournament for the newly minted:
MEGA CAMPEÓNATO!!!
[crowd pops and reacts]
A brand new Champion will be crowned tonight!
[Crowd once again goes crazy...]
Once the final match has concluded…the victor will be declared,
The New:
UNDISPUTED SUPER HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!”
The crowd is going wild. People are losing their minds. What does this mean for the newly crowned champion and CHOOK CITY? Nothing like this has ever been done before… It’s improbable shit…
The ring announcer continues…
RING ANNOUNCER
“IN TONIGHTS GRUELING GUANTLET, THESE COMPETITORS HAVE FOUGHT THEIR WAY THROUGH THEIR COMPETITION, TO REACH THE FINAL MATCH…
WHERE THE WINNER WILL BE CROWNED UNDISPUTED CHAMPION!“
COLOR COMMENTARY 2
“HOW MANY TIMES DOES HE HAVE TO TELL US IT’S FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP?!”
RING ANNOUNCER
“THIS NEW SOON TO BE FACE OF THE WRESTLING WORLD…IS SAID TO LEAD THIS AND THE NEXT GENERATION TO A NEW GOLDEN AGE OF WRESTLING…!!!”
As the audience applauds, the ring announcer peeks his body through the middle ropes to discuss the final preparations for the Main Event! He is speaking with what appears to be some officials…and the referee…
They must be from the commission…
There to oversee that everything goes as planned. Ironing out the very last detail. They want this event to go as smooth and perfect as possible.
[The whole population of CHOOK CITY is about to witness history! Lucha Wrestling Country!!]
Fans are going nuts…crazed euphoria
Who will be crowned CHAMPION? The anticipation has everyone in a FRENZY!
COLOR COMMENTARY
“THE ARENA IS ABOUT TO ERUPT!
PEOPLE ANXIOUSLY AWAIT THE MAIN EVENT! IT’S GOING TO BE S-P-I-I-I-C-Y!”
Signs are everywhere…people are going crazy…
COLOR COMMENTARY 2
“IT’S E-LEC-TRI-FY-ING!”
After a brief break…and once video packages the production team produce are concluded…
The ring announcer taps on his mic gently…
*TAP TAP* (raises the mic slowly…)
He declares it now time for the Main Event! The crowd feverishly erupts…they have been waiting with bated breath since the last match ended. They knew they were in for a good one. On one side, a fan favorite…
Opposing him, we have the biggest douche bag they have. Classic formula. Good vs Evil routine. The audience eats it up.
They are expecting nothing less than brutal entertainment…a staple the LFW prides themselves on… Around the arena, fans make their final purchases before the big match. People scurry to their seats. It’s elation on a different level. You couldn’t bottle this energy up. It’s uncontainable—-
IT’S EXCITEMENT!
The music hits and the lights do their thing. Flashing, pyro popping. The fans explode…
COLOR COMMENTARY
“IT’S DEATH JOHNSON!!”
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The crowd goes absolutely ape shit! He makes his spectacular entrance. The crowd is cheering him on furiously. He’s one of the top faces.
[Face = Good guy. Technico in spanish]
The greatest of all time people say. He is undoubtedly one of the best in many peoples hearts…A hero to kids and adults alike.
Many believe this will finally be the moment DEATH JOHNSON captures his long over due, singles World Title. The only title that has eluded this particular challenger.
The opportunities never presented themselves at the right time for him. He’s had his chances, but chose each time to let the opportunity go to his partner…
Always placing others before himself was pretty common for DEATH. Probable cause as to why the people adore him so…
[The tournament had been open to any form of present or past champions…The Qualifying matches included names such as : Babo Fett, Bear Ghuddo, Super Macho Pops, Chancla Khan, El Pedo Aguado and many more…
They were no regular matches either…Some were even gimmick matches for Vince’s Sake!]
This tournament has created a tremendous amount of attention. This event was shocking to all when announced… it turned heads…has been talked too much about and has exploded…
The ratings are set to be SKY HIGH!!!
Peoples minds have been set on fire…who will win the gold? They all each have their favorites.
Who’s it gonna be?
Wang? Or JOHNSON?!
Outside of the ring, waiting for DEATH to finish his rise of the crowd… A behemoth bucks in place. Snarling at the opportunity to get his hands on the stiff JOHNSON…who wrestled earlier tonight….
The infamous, unapologetic:
MÁXIMOS “WANG” TOSTADA
He’s…well…he’s a behemoth…
He’s heavy set and hairy. Gold chains around his neck, he’s very sleazy. Pure RUDO!
RUDO = HEEL (Bad guy)
[A very grotesque Razor Ramon off of wish who was made in taiwan…]
The Championship introductions are conducted by the beloved ring announcer. Who’s Legendary voice has cried so many new and retaining champions, introduced so many icons…and many cherished memories…
[FINK FOREVER]
The two opponents crowd pander as the Title is hoisted. Quickly their attention is set on the prize up for grabs. It’s a beautiful thing. It resembles the iconic “Winged Eagle”.
Thousands of flashes light up the arena. This moment…will LIV forever. It’s loud in there.
{Back to the squared circle…}
[A little shit talking back and forth…as the ref spits out the rules…]
“FELLAS!” -the Ref orders them to stop their shenanigans and focus.
“This is it boys!”- Ref (looks like Hebner)
A five star match is downright stealing the show…At least it was five stars…
before the oncoming shit storm…
[A mysterious group is introduced softly late in the match. Like some villains out of a classic boxing film...about good vs bad, America vs Russia…something of that sort anyway…they go fairly unnoticed amongst the crowd…waiting like snakes in the grass…]
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*INSERT LAWN MOWER PLUG*
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What were THEY doing here and WHO were they? Something is about to go down…
These individuals stand out like a sore thumb.
People begin to somewhat notice their utter villainy…
Just who exactly were they?
There was a darkness filling the arena…
it was invisible to the naked eye…but it was there…hungry…waiting to feed…
JOHNSON CAN FEEL THE SWELL OF EVIL…
Tension rising. Terror Ryzing!
Death knows something isn’t right. The crowd gasps as Máximos uses an illegal object…
*NAILS JOHNSON STIFF*
He used a pair of REGAL knuckles. Hand made and delivered straight from
Blackpool, England.
WANG takes the moment to signal for
“LA TOSTADA PUDRIDA!”
His finishing maneuver!
[He’s trying to put JOHNSON away…]
MÁXIMOS
“ORRA PINCHES NOPALES!”
Screams at the crowd
He is taking too long…paying attention to the crowd rather his vulnerable opponent….
A mistake….
DEATH notices a window of opportunity…counters and reverses his foes finisher!
Swoop!
1-2-3 !
It was over…at a last….It was no easy match…
DEATH JOHNSON
”Finally…”
As it was beginning to dawn on him, that he’d finally done it…and although the match was finally over, he sensed there was something off. He grew weary…
He never expected what actually followed...
and to be fair, no one did…The bell has rung, and the ref goes for the strap. Crowd is roaring…HE'S THE NEW CHAMPION!!!
“H-O-L-Y SHIT!”- the crowd
Jaws and mouths dropped everywhere…
MADNESS!!
He’s done it! The hero gets his triumphant victory at last!
As the announcer sets to belt out the result…
The microphone screeches and shuts off almost immediately before the announcement can be made…abruptly crashing the celebration…sucking the life out of the arena…
Everyone is absolutely shocked…
“WHAT? WHAT THE? WHAT’S HAPPENING!?” -COLOR COMMENTARY
Absolute pandemonium…no one is sitting…
From the audience, now with the arena aware of their presence…and the announcer trying to get the mic back on, the eerie group make their way towards the ring. They do not enter though…
Instead, one of them grabs a microphone and walks it to what seems to be their leader…A well dressed spectacle of a person. With features so symmetrical, like a creation straight from the hands of God himself….towering like the gates of Heaven…
People were now booing as Johnson stood in the ring, Wang, laid out and those bozos ruining the legends moment…
[people all over were upset at that alone…people in the arena, at home watching…who were waiting for so many years as Johnson blazed a storm to get this business back to its glory…they finally got their moment…he was gonna win the big one…a moment that didn’t last long…a moment that never happened…]
Who were these people, and what did they want?
[In the audience, someone…something else spectates…]
The group have now assumed control and have declared the match annulled. They inform the public they can refer to them as :
THE SANTI
“There is no NEW CHAMPION” - the leader says
A muddled voice. Sinister like almost, yet with a woman’s tone, soothing… They also declare the match will restart…by the order of
DIVINE INDUSTRIES!
Gasps…everywhere…it was true…they had finally reached Chook City!
COLOR COMMENTARY
“But why?! What does this mean?”
The lights go out. It’s BLACK!
“Here is your real challenger…”- GARZA, the leader of this mysterious cult
Everyone is left almost speechless. Even the two opponents in the ring look at each other, as Wang slowly gets to his knee…
“TCH…” - Wang with concern…
As the lips smacked the last words that were spewed by “GARZA”…
*El Angel Blanco’s music hits*
Absolute chaos…deafening…polarizing
COLOR COMMENTARY
“HE’S STILL HERE?!”
The crowd, going crazy…they don’t know whether to cheer or boo…it’s madness.
With a sinister smile, the leader and group make their exit quietly, while people are discombobulated with the turn of events.
EL ÁNGEL BLANCO makes his entrance…slow and calculated. Drawing every possible reaction from the stunned mass.
A cold chill spreads through the arena…
He seemed different…a man possessed somehow…
COLOR COMMENTARY I
“It’s him…DEATH JOHNSON’s former tag team partner! The man that was to go one on one with Johnson for the first time tonight!”
COLOR COMMENTARY 2
“OMG! What does this mean!?”
COLOR COMMENTARY I
“Due to injury, he was forced to forfeit his match, allowing Tostada to advance to the final…What the heck is going on here? We were wondering why he bowed out. Can somebody please explain to me…what the hell is going on?!
It’s EL ANGEL BLANCO!
IT’S EL ANGEL BLANCO!
Blanco! Blanco! Anco!
Uncle! Anco! Anco!!!!
Color Commentary analyst is losing his shit…
COLOR COMMENTARY 2
“HIS MASK LOOKS A BIT DIFFERENT THAN EARLIER TONIGHT DOESN’T IT BRAIN?!”
He makes his way into the ring slowly. He’s not looking at anyone. He is in his own world. Wings adorn the side of his mask…though clearly darker and menacing than before…
COLOR COMMENTARY 2
“There’s something about those eyes Brain… it’s like he’s in a trance of some sort.”
TOSTADA smirks. He makes his way towards him confidently...
Something wasn’t right though…something was different about ANGEL…
As he drew closer to Blanco…
Tostada was suddenly clutched by the throat…
[EL ANGEL BLANCO!!!]
With his hands gripped...he seethes and stares at the sweaty Wang, who was frozen in shock at the strength displayed by BLANCO…
The brute even pissed himself…as he was held hostage inside the ring…
He then hoists the surprised and helpless RUDO…who falls limp in the grasp of the now, what seemed to be transformed Angel…
EL ÁNGEL BLANCO
“Pathetic…” he scoffed…
With ease, he choke slammed Tostada straight to hades…Sending him flying outside through some tables that were setup during the match with Johnson…
Instantly ridding him of contention for the new match about to take place…Flinching, not even once. Never with his sight off of Blanco, JOHNSON, steadfast and ready for anything, was just as surprised as everyone in that arena.
There was something different about his former tag partner…
DEATH JOHNSON
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Surprised he told himself
Slowly...the new opponent turns to face his former comrade…with his sights set directly on the firm and ready JOHNSON…
the new challenger simply utters…
EL ÁNGEL BLACK
“Restart the match!“
-end of Episode 1: Screw Job