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Supercard Archives / All Hail King GUY
« on: June 04, 2024, 02:34:47 AM »With the cameras rolling, the shot being revealed was something else. The entire room was set in a “Royal Theme” with all types of pictures of Guy hanging on the wall. More importantly than anything at all the shot revealed Guy himself laid back in a throne with a crown on. He was being fed slices of banana by a crown wearing Alessandra. The word “Queen” is labeled on her crown. To make the scenery that more ironic and funny was Calvin in full ‘jester’ custom fanning them both off with an annoyed expression.
It was soon revealed he had the whole family in on the action. With a much smaller crown on his head in the corner facing a canvas and a paintbrush in his hand was Ollie. Soft strokes to the canvas taking place. Meanwhile the sister of Ollie and the ten year old going on teenager Miss VP sat there writing in what appeared to be a journal. Her little crown was similar to her mothers, but wasn't decked in gold. Instead she insisted it be all black.
Alessandra proceeded to feed him another banana slice. Before Guy took notice of the cameras quickly hopping up from the throne. Raising his hands in the air like some all powerful being.
“Huzzah! What Fools!”
He shook his head a little as he brought his hands down. His eyes settled before the cameras. A state of the kingdom type of address about to take place.
“The men King Guy is set to defend his crown against at Into The Void are all fools. Well, at this point Guy isn’t sure if he can call them men. As wise men don’t act like they do. More importantly men that want to hold the crown and men that want to call themselves King do not act like they do. For a king is always prepared, a king is always aware, and a king always knows what he is getting himself into when it comes to a Battle. After all, the King must always be prepared to defend his Kingdom at all costs.”
By that point Guy had taken a couple of steps backwards returning to his seat there at the throne. Motioning for Calvin to fan him again. This was met with a serious glare from the man, but he still did what he was ‘hired’ to do.
“Ever since this Ladder Match for my crown has been announced. It has been the same things being said over and over again by those fools. Ranging from the silliest comments of:
We don’t know who Guy is.
We don’t know WHAT Guy is.
We don’t think Guy is a threat.
We don’t believe Guy knows what he’s doing.
We don’t believe Guy takes this seriously.
Guy has been called a joke. He’s been called a con. He’s been called a sham, a phony, and many other things. This just goes to show that those fools are the ones that aren’t smart. They are the ones that aren’t taking this seriously. All that does is set you up for failure in the long run. It will ultimately be your downfall and the reason you don’t get Guy’s crown. But what does Guy know right?”
For someone that was very much usually a playful kind of person. One that didn’t seem to take anything to heart. Those words almost made Guy sound a little bitter, but that’s only because being the King meant so much to him. How dare they write him off or question his abilities.
“Bulldog Bill - You no thumb having-lick your booty hole out of boredom-overweight mutt!”
“Heh! That’s funny!”
Ollie found himself snickering at the comments Guy had made while continuing his painting. Needless to say by Alessandra’s glare and tone she wasn’t happy.
“GUY!”
“What?!”
“You know what!”
“Ugh fine!”
This prompted the crown wearing Guy to get up from his throne. Taking a couple of steps over towards the young boy. Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and then spoke.
“Prince Ollie. We must never laugh at people or call them names. Even if it’s something that happens to be true.”
Guy looked over at Alessandra. She was still glaring, but realizing that was about as good as it was going to get in this situation. This is when Guy’s attention came back to addressing Bill.
“First of all, the only doggo that I knew could talk was Clifford the Big Red dog and Dodger from the greatest disney movie ever made: Oliver and Company. But you surprised me with your talking abilities. However, you said nothing of importance. Instead you insult your King by saying no name and no history? That’s the best you could come up with? Are you one of those special needs dogs? You know where you gotta take a human to school so they can teach them how to walk you and stuff?
Because clearly, I have a name. It’s Guy and you will put some R E S P E C T on it. Do you understand your King?! And what do you mean no history?! Guy has plenty of history. He is a founding father of the foot clan. We kept those dirty turtles underground. Guy is the reason Tommy Oliver left Angel Grove. His mighty morphin powers were no use against me. There’s much history to Guy. You just rather be lazy and eat your Beggin’ Strips for dogs.
Though, King Guy does find it funny you want to talk about history. Considering your entire history in Sin City Wrestling can be summed up as you being the resident punching bag. As wrong as it is to punch a dog, but it’s still the truth. You are someone no one respects. No one loves. Not even a homeless man would stop on the streets of Guy’s Kingdom just to give you some pets. That’s how loved you are. You are a bigger jester than mine.”
Guy pointed over to where Calvin was standing there. That nasty glare consumed the Martyr’s expression.
“Fucking watch it numb-skull!”
Of course this just caused Guy to snicker a little bit to himself. Not actually acknowledging Calvin’s comments. Finding himself speaking up again to shift gears.
“Arthur.”
“What a stupid name.”
“Huzzah! Princess VP! Speak it into existence.”
The ten year old girl found herself prying her attention off the journal and look up at him.
“He already exists and it’s stupid that he does. Who names their kid Arthur?”
“Vanellope!”
“Mom! I don’t even want to hear it. It’s a stupid name.”
“We don’t bully people just because they’ve got a boring or stupid name.”
“Well we should.”
“She’s not wrong, my queen. Arthur is quite the boring name. Lacks character if you ask Guy!”
Guy found himself nodding his head, some agreeing with the ten year old. Before shifting his gaze back to the cameras in the room.
“Last time, I gave you your dues for your fan-fiction-like mindset of being King Arthur. However, Guy won’t do that this time. Oh no. Not after your remarks. Not after the bad picture you tried to paint Guy in. Not after the lack of respect for me as your true King. I believe you more or less tried to call me, your King a fraud in so many words. Because I was already claiming to have won. Sir let Guy tell you something. This crown upon my head was meant to be mine last year.
Everyone knows it should have been. That includes even The Holy Christian. He knew I should have been put into the match. But unfairly Guy wasn’t included in the match due to some technicalities. Way I see it, that’s not Guy’s problem. Technicalities don't apply to Guy, so I have dubbed myself the King. It was meant to be that way from the start. Not that hard to understand! But it isn’t so much that you lack understanding that gets to King Guy. It’s one particular thing you said.
You claimed that Guy had some screws loose and you said that Guy isn’t someone that you are worried about. It sounds like you’re being a bigot if you ask me Arthur. Because King Guy is different. Because King Guy is unique. Because King Guy doesn’t fit in like everyday people. This gives you the right to judge me? That is unacceptable. We can’t have someone like you as a King. Not when you’re not going to be accepting of all people. Guy is people. Guy deserves the same respect as everyone else.
But since you want to talk about screws being loose. Since you want to talk about not being one to worry about Guy. Let’s talk about you. Aren’t you the dumb-dumb that accidentally signed up for Blast From The Past? Aren’t you the one that has no wrestling experience? Sounds like only something that someone with some screws loose would do. Much like only a true dumb dumb with screws loose would say they aren’t worried about the King of SCW.
Guy must ask though. Despite being dumb, what makes you think you can say something like this about me. Considering your situation. Why would anyone consider you a threat? Why would anyone be scared of you? Why would anyone think you could beat them? You’re just the husband of an actual talented wrestler. That kind of talent doesn’t rub off on people. Not at all, trust me. Guy knows all. Maybe your head is getting bigger and bigger with all this dumbness.
All because you got a little lucky with how far you made it in the tournament. You’re lucky King Guy wasn’t in the tournament. He would have sent you packing long before it happened, but since you want to be disrespectful towards your king. Understand that Guy will not spare you. No matter how much you cry like a little girl about how King Guy was just tossed into the match. It’s my duty to be in this match to defend my crown against a frail little man-child like yourself!”
This was a new side of Guy. He didn’t seem like the type of true trash talk or the type to go at people but it seems like a few people had gotten under his skin.
“Teddy the Warden and Miles Jr...”
“Uh... who?”
“Why are you interrupting me, jester?!”
“Bitch, I’m about to take your head off!”
Calvin found himself stepping towards Guy. Right away Alessandra put her arm out in front of her husband.
“Knock it off.”
“I’m trying to help this dumbass.”
“How are you helping your king?!”
“Who the hell is Miles Jr?!”
“Miles Kasey’s son. Duh?!”
“Oh my god. He doesn’t have any kids and if he didn’t. They wouldn’t be old enough to wrestle you moron. You’re talking about LJ?! That’s his brother.”
“Same diff!”
“No it isn’t! Are you?!”
The vein in Calvin’s head was starting to pop out clearly becoming very annoyed with Guy. Not that it was a surprise considering this happened quite often. Calvin found himself tossing that fan down and ripping the little jester hat he had on. Walking off out of the camera frame. Guy allowed his eyes to settle right back to the cameras.
“We’ll be right back after a message from King Guy’s sponsors!”
Making a little bit of a nervous face towards the cameras. All while bringing his hand up under his chin and making a cut throat type of motion. It was a clear sign to the cameraman to cut for now. Sure enough they picked up on the hint allowing the cameras to fade to black for the moment.
“Now what happened?”
The voice of Alessandra sounded almost panicked as she sat there on the couch looking at Guy. The strange man finds himself pacing back and forth across their living room floor.
[ G U Y ] -- We were at the warehouse. Calvin was being grumpy Calvin.
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- As usual but go on.
[ G U Y ] -- He was going to help me train for this ladder match! Then the place just gets swarmed by Cops and Guy had to dip.
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- You just left him?!
[ G U Y ] -- Listen! I know it makes Guy sound horrible, but I have a crown to win! Guy can’t be wrapped up in the ladder smuggling ring that Calvin’s a part of!
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- Ladder smuggling?!
[ G U Y ] -- It’s that or he stole them. Either way Guy can’t be caught up in that. And I am pretty sure. Like ninety nine point nine nine nine nine percent sure he was arrested!
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- I don’t know what the hell is going on with you two! But every single time you two are together. Something like this happens. I can’t spend my life savings constantly bailing you two out of jail for your little adventures!
All of the sudden the front door came open. Entering the home at that point with the most sour expression on his face was Calvin. He looked up and saw Guy standing there. Raging just taking over him.
[ C A L V I N ] -- You son of a bitch!
In a fit of anger Calvin began to rush towards him. Right away Alessandra stood herself up from the couch to try and play peacemaker between the two. Guy had his hands up real high. Literally the worst fighting stance known to man.
[ C A L V I N ] -- Get out of the way! Let me at him!
[ G U Y ] -- I’ll bite your ankles!
[ C A L V I N ] -- How?! I’m about to kick your teeth down your throat!
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- Knock it off. Both of you!
She had her arms stretched out doing her best to keep them from each other, but there was only so much she could do for someone her size.
[ C A L V I N ] -- How dare you get me arrested for your bullshit?!
[ G U Y ] -- How do you know it’s Guy's fault?!
[ C A L V I N ] -- You’re the one that brought the goddamn ladders there!
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- You did?! You failed to tell me that!
[ G U Y ] -- A minor detail forgotten!
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- Minor? Minor Guy?!
[ G U Y ] -- Yiiiiiiiiiiiis!
[ C A L V I N ] -- I swear I am going to take your head off!
At this point Calvin was super red in the face. Beyond heated by the situation Guy backed himself up to the point he was standing on the couch still ready to fight if he had to. Suddenly Calvin just stopped.
[ C A L V I N ] -- You know what?! Nevermind. I’m not going to hurt you.
[ G U Y ] -- Huzzah! Guy knew we were best friends!
[ C A L V I N ] -- Oh that we are not. But I’m not going to hurt you. I’m also not going to help you train. In fact I think I am going to buy a front row ticket to Into The Void. Bring the whole family just to watch you get your ass beat!
[ G U Y ] -- Woah! Woah! That’s hurtful!
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- Come on Calvin. That’s a little too far don’t you think. You got every right to be upset, but don’t wish the man to get his ass beat.
[ G U Y ] -- Just for that first order of business when I become King. I’m banning you from the house!
[ C A L V I N ] -- Ban me from my house?! Get real!
For a brief moment he found himself rolling his eyes.
[ C A L V I N ] -- It’s time that you are hit with reality Guy. You’ve got no background in wrestling! You don’t have the skills for this match! You’re not going to win! You’re not going to be King. Get that through your thick skull!
Throwing his hands up in frustration. Calvin found himself storming out of the living room and heading upstairs. Probably the best thing for Guy at this moment. He finally felt safe enough to step off the couch. Putting his arm around Alessandra with a smirk.
[ G U Y ] -- That man’s a hot head.
[ A L E S S A N D R A ] -- And that man is my husband who you got locked up because of your foolishness. So, if you don’t want me mad at you. You need to make this right. Especially if you want to win this match.
She found herself reaching up and grabbing a hold of his wrist pulling it off her shoulders. Starting to retreat up the stairs herself after Calvin. Huffing to himself Guy put his hands on his hips.
[ G U Y ] -- What is this? An episode of Everybody Hates Guy?!
He just looked more confused than ever. Clearly the man lacked the mental capacity to understand why everyone was upset with him. That or he truly didn’t believe he had done everything wrong and if that was the case. There was a whole different issue to deal with there. However, Alessandra was right. If he didn’t make this right. He wasn’t going to have Calvin’s help and deep down inside. He knew he was going to need his help on his journey to becoming King.
The cameras found themselves rolling back in. Once again featuring Guy there on his throne. However at this point it seemed like his “royal” family had all gone on. Realizing that the cameras were back, he sat up in that throne of his to address the people once again.
“King Guy has decided it was best to not have my royal family around for this next message.”
Shaking his head a little.
“He doesn't need them seeing him mean and nasty. Although, it’s not what he desires to be. Sometimes it’s actually a situation where being mean and nasty needs to happen. Not something King Guy is proud of, but nevertheless here we are. Before we parted ways I was addressing Teddy the Warden and Miles Kasey Jr. At this point the two of you have been rather quiet.
Almost to the point Guy considered posting Missing Signs all over the Guy Kingdom until we found you. But, the only reason that’s not taken place is because Guy has been hearing whispers. You might not have shown your faces. You might not have been willing to say it to my face. But apparently the two of you have had a lot to say about me in your so-called inner circle.
Nothing is ever said or goes down within Guy Kingdom that he doesn’t know about. And from what my minions have told me about these whispers. You share the mindset of Bulldog Bill and Fake King Arthur. You don’t think Guy deserves to be here. You don’t think Guy is a threat. You don’t think Guy can win this match. Once again you are fools with foolish thinking.”
Once again there was a tone of bitterness with his words. Guy pushed himself out of the throne before reaching up. Very gently he pulled the crown that had sat on his head so perfectly off. Holding it out in front of him for the cameras to get a good shot at it.
“And you two think you’re good enough to take this from me? You two believe that you’re good enough to take my throne? To be the King to my minions? All because of your foolish thinking. Aren’t you still trying to find your way around here anyway Miles Jr? You came to Sin City Wrestling to be part of the Blast From The Past tournament. Yet you were out in the first round. Were you never told to pace yourself and not blow your load so soon?
Then when that didn’t work out. You found yourself in the Fresh Face Battle Royal. Silly name for a battle royal when the only true fresh face in that match was yours. The Holy Christian should take my advice and call it the Forever Runner Up Battle Royal the next time it takes place. You failed in that too. No title shot for you. This is true karma for your father breaking my best friend’s ankle. You deserve that karma to rub off onto you.
But now you take a shot at King Guy. You take a shot at my crown. You want to be the King of my kingdom. That doesn’t sit right with me. Not until I have avenged my best friend. Once I see you. We’re going to throw hands. And if you so much as step onto a ladder. Guy is going to turn into Paul Bunyan and chop you down to size. There will be no respect exchanged until my crown is still on my head and until you apologize to my friend. Then can we consider being friends. Letting bygones be bygones.
And as far as you go Teddy. You want to pillow talk with people. You want to whisper about Guy. You like Fake King Arthur, are throwing stones when you’re made out of glass. Not a good look for you at all. Didn’t you just get a shot in that Battle Royal, you didn’t actually deserve it? Didn’t you come close to having a shot at the title you didn’t deserve? All you had to do was out last one person. Yet, your talent doesn’t outweigh your big head unfortunately for you.
Point is. You too lurk in the shows. Pop up when you want. Much like Guy does, but when you do it. You get handed things o a silver platter. Not ideal. Not ideal at all. Especially when you tend to drop the ball every single time. This is the first time Guy has ever been put in a match. A match that he should have been in last year. But what’s done is done. Like Rafiki once said, it doesn’t matter. It’s in the past. However, this chance to defend my crown.
With this chance to compete in Guy’s first match ever in Sin City Wrestling. He will make the most of it. He will become a winner. He will defend his crown with dignity and honor. Making people like you and Miles eat their words with a rusty spork. But the biggest lesson in all of this. The biggest ha-ha moment for Guy is that-this one match. This one match. It’ll mean and stand out way more than what you’ll do the next four years Teddy. Mark those words my friend!”
Guy finally started to bring that crown back to his head. Making sure it sat perfectly in place one again. His boyish grin returned to his lips.
“The moment this match was made official. There was only one name that came up quite often. The name ‘Power Bottom’ Carter. You have been my minions have believed in more than me. You have been the one that many said would win. You have been the one that many have been rooting for and waiting to see you one day be a true success. As much as it pains Guy to admit his minions have rooted for you in this more than they have rooted for me. Guy knows how to be honest with himself.
Even when honesty hurts and when it can break your heart. I can’t even say I blame them Carter. You’ve been around for quite some time. They have wanted to see you climb the mountain. They’ve been waiting to celebrate with rainbows, cher songs, and lots of love. Something they’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to make that happen like a championship win. Yet since becoming part of the main roster some time ago. You haven’t delivered. You haven’t given them what they desired.
You haven’t delivered a reason for them to keep supporting you. Lots of excuses have been made during this time too. Things like you weren’t really focused on being a champion or you were supporting Miles on his journey. This injury happened or that injury happened. Again, King Guy likes you Carter. I said this once before, but like I said a moment ago. Honesty hurts. It can break your heart. You’ve made so many excuses, but it’s starting to look more and more like you just don’t have it in you. At all.”
Taking a few steps down the stairs that led to his throne. Guy wanted to get up close and personal with those cameras.
“This is something that you have to learn and something you have to be willing to admit to yourself. It’s not an easy thing to do. King Guy knows. He’s experienced many things where he had to come to terms with reality and see the bigger picture. Very bitter pill to swallow, but as soon as you do. Admit it to yourself. Things do get easier. Things do become worthwhile. Maybe if you just admit you’re never going to be championship material. It’ll be a good thing.
Maybe if you admit that being a great professional wrestler isn’t in the cards. Instead you’re more of a mediocre professional wrestler and stick to that wheelhouse. You’ll find joy and happiness just being on the roster. Because then you aren’t chasing unrealistic goals. Maybe just maybe if you admit to yourself that your goals are just unrealistic and find a way to manage more realistic ones. You’ll be able to find even the slightest amount of true success.
Or you can continue down this path. Forever letting down my minions. Forever letting down your friends. Forever letting down your family. And more importantly, forever letting yourself down. There’s nothing more Guy can say. Nothing more that Guy can point out. After all, it’s like beating a dead horse at this point. After all, King Guy isn’t the only one that has said these things before. You didn’t listen to them then, so you’re not going to listen to Guy now.”
After this was all said and done. Guy might not be so lovable anymore. Maybe just maybe might rub people the wrong way. Especially Carter, but if no one else was going to be honest with them. How would they ever learn? After all, weren't they being honest with him when they said the hurtful things they were saying about him.
“Deep down. Deep deep down. Guy is holding out a glimmer of hope at Into The Void. He gets to see this side of you that everyone says is a future champion and a future main eventer. For two reasons, the first being is Guy wants to be wrong about you. He wants to see if you actually have it. He wants to see you show that will to succeed and that drive to do whatever it takes to be at the top. He wants to feel his crown might be in danger, even if it's for a couple of seconds.
And the second reason is Guy wants to beat the best version of ‘Power Bottom’ Carter. If he beats the one he sees right now. The one that everyone has been seeing these last few months. It’ll feel like a cheap victory. It’ll feel like a victory that Guy can’t even mention. But if this top tier ‘Power Bottom’ Carter shows up and Guy walks away with a win and his crown still on his head. Then it’ll be a victory that will stand the test of time. Ultimately the choice is yours.”
The shrug that overcame Guy’s shoulders was a rather nonchalant one. It’s almost like he had already accepted how things might turn out for Carter, but at least he still had respect for him to a degree. Hoping that it would go another way, but like he said it was up to Carter in the end what version of himself he brought to Into The Void.
“As you may all see at this moment. King Guy is ready to fight for his Kingdom. Ready to defend his crown at all costs. Living up to the true royalty that is in his blood and while right now you have all made yourselves look like fools. Guy is hoping that this is all said and done. We can come together, share a glass of banana milk, and become friends. Because the world needs more positivity than negativity and when you are friends with King Guy. Your life significantly improves!”
His boyish grin remained spread across his lips. Maybe after all it was Guy with the ego problem more than anyone else if he thought that. Guy brought his fingers up to his lips and blew a kiss outward holding one finger into the air.
“Your King Is Out!”
Those served as the final words of maybe one of the oddest and most unique men to ever have a match under the Sin City Wrestling banner. Only time would tell how it was going to play out for them all, but it was a guarantee that one of them before long would get to call themselves King For A Day. The moment Guy returned to his throne, the cameras found themselves fading to black for the final time.