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| --The camera changes to a dark area. Concrete fills every cavity of the screen. Everything from the floors and walls, to the ceiling, steps and railings are covered in concrete. Big machines are shown, running loud and shining little.
Out of the corner of the camera, a movement is reflected. The cameras shift and follow the motion. They get closer and see a young boy with his baseball cap; Evan Hughes. Sitting behind a smaller machine, he gently taps his bat against the ground. He doesn�t even flinch when the cameras get closer. He is singing a small song with barely any emphasis.� �Sitting alone, no one will play, I am all alone, what can I say,� --The words are chilling, almost frightening.� �If I had one wish, I�d wish for a friend, Someone to play with, until the end.� --He took no notice of the camera men.� �One day my wish, to have comrades or pals, Will come true, and I�ll have a hand to catch when I fall.� --The �tink� of the bat is heard every so often echoing in the dark, shadowy place.� �But if I do waste, before the arms are held out, I will not regard this, cuz to feel shame is�. Different voice: �..to feel doubt�. --The presence of a second voice stuns even Evan. He stops and looks around him. Not the scared look you�d think he�d have, but an anxious one.� Evan Hughes: Hello? Voice: Hello. Evan Hughes: Are you here to be my friend? Voice: No. --Evan looks disappointed.� Voice: I have heard your need for a partner. I will be your partner, that is all, not your friend. --Evan, still somewhat disappointed, tried to make himself smile.� Evan Hughes: Who are you? --But the voice was gone. The presence was gone. Evan looked around, waited, then sat back down in his spot and began to hum his tune, with a much more enthusiastic tone.� Jonathan: That�s disturbing! Carl: I know what you mean, that poor little guy. Jonathan: No, he�s sitting in a boiler room. Some people would go nuts sitting in there by themselves. Carl: He just wants a friend! Kenny: Sorry to interrupt, but I have word that our own Melanie O�Hare is backstage and has some news for us. --In the back, by a viewing monitor, Melanie O�Hare, nicely dressed and professional, looks into the camera with a microphone close to her mouth.� Melanie: Sorry for the interruption, but we thought we�d let you know that Jason James, the owner of the MXW has not yet arrived here at the Key Arena! This is very unlike our owner, as he is usually the first man here and last one to leave. Without an owner here tonight, who knows what will go on. We will keep you updated as news comes through. Let�s hope he is safe and wish him well if he is on his way here. Back to you, Ken. --The cameras switch back to the commentators.� Jonathan: That is quite odd. Where would he be? Kenny: Really! The owner should always be present at events. Even if he isn�t shown on screen, he should at least be here, especially on the first night back! That�s inexcusable! --Just then, pyro shoots off, startling everyone. �Helena� by My Chemical Romance hits. Everyone is ushered to stand up and they comply. A podium rises from the ringside. Sabbath! Two men follow him down to the podium, lift it into the ring, position it, and leave. Hands up, hands down, SIT.� Sabbath: Welcome, brothers and sisters, to the Night Of The Sabbath!! I do not hope you thought I would be forgotten tonight. You see, tonight is a special night. The blank sky has been filled with stars and the emptiness of the universe has been filled. It was in Genesis that stars and earth were created. And tonight shall be no different. Stars are definitely being created tonight. But they will not be made by Jason James or Frequency. The stars were made by one man, Yawhee! He is the center of the universe, the all-powerful, all-knowing, all-mighty father! And that man�. Is ME! --The crowd booes him.� Jonathan: I�m sort of offended. Kenny: Well, we just lost any religious viewers. --The crowd booes even louder, screaming �Sabbath Sucks! Sabbath Suck!�.� Sabbath: Is that anyway to speak about your God! I am a God in this ring�. Ask anyone that�s ever faced me! They will tell the truth. --Sabbath glares at the crowd, through his normal eye and his cross-shaped scarred eye.� Sabbath: I�m not out here tonight to be self-indulgent. I am out here tonight to invite a man so powerful, so just, that I can barely be in his presence. This man has overcome all odds in life and should be a true testament to all of you. So would you all rise and please welco�� --Sabbath is interrupted. �Young & Aspiring� by Underoath. The crowd goes wild for anyone interrupting Sabbath�s rant. Sabbath seems angry. Demented Rob Davies! The crowd is on their feet regardless of whether Sabbath asked them to be. Rob Davies makes it to the ring and stares Sabbath down. Pose time! One turnbuckle, then the second, third, and fourth. Satisfied, he gets behind Sabbath�s podium� Rob Davies: Who else was extremely bored by this presentation? --The crowd goes wild.� Rob Davies: And who thinks I should end this God�s life with a crucifixion? --The crowd screams with approval. Davies shoves the podium over and turns to Sabbath, who has the same expression on his face. Rob Davies corners him in the turnbuckle, and gets ready for a pounding when A.F.I. blares throughout the arena. Speeding down the ramp, Evan Hughes! On roller blades, cradling a baseball bat, at the bottom of the ramp, he sides into the ring. Davies hears the commotions not for him and turn�. WHACK! One man down, one to go. Sabbath smiles, a feeling of relief filling him. Sabbath kneels by Davies head. Sabbath: See what happens Rob? Hurts doesn�t�.. WHACK! In mid-speech, Sabbath feels the splintery wood nail him in the small of the back. A cold stare from Evan Hughes frightens the crowd. Then, RED! Nothing but Red! Darkness overcomes, with the single strobe flashing on top of the Titan Tron. �Sweet Dreams� by Marilyn Manson.� Carl: Who else is scared right now? Kenny: This is an awesome presence! --Fog devours the ramp. Hard to look straight at, the red strobe continues its pattern. People are chattering, and wondering what� EXPLOSION!!! �darkness. Complete and utter darkness. No strobe. Chatter broken by screams. Seconds fly by as the darkness spooks every�. LIGHTS!!! The normal lights return, with everyone greatful. One difference though. There�s a fourth man in the ring!!! Nightmare Jones!.� Carl: Ho� ly�.shit. --Excitement fills Evan Hughes. His speech sounds foreign to his own ears. EH: Are you my new friend? Excitement turns to doubt as Nightmare Jones shakes his head. The wonder stays on Evan�s face, but disappoint overcomes. Is he still alive? Rob Davies is fidgeting. Nightmare Jones lifts one hand. Evan understands, walking to the corner. He sits down, back to all the men and removes his roller blades. Jones offers some assistance to Davies� if what he wanted was to be thrown outside to the hard ringside. The referee decides the instant bruise and bleeding is enough to check on.--- Kenny: I guess this is our tag team contendership match! Jonathan: Hey, Carl, is Nightmare Jones a relative? He has the same last name as you! Carl: I sure hope not� he gives me the creeps! ======================================== -2- 1st Contendership for MXW Tag Team Championship Nightmare Jones/Evan Hughes -vs- Rob Davies/Sabbath ======================================== ***DING DING DING*** --Nightmare�s attention sways toward Sabbath. Talk about a headache. Sabbath cradles his own throbbing head. Nothing crosses his mind, but then FREEZES. He feels the eyes of a madman on him. Anguish turns to disbelief and fright. Sabbath: No! Please! Let me live! The space between the two is closing fast. Nightmare takes no heed of the begging. A handful of dark brown hair, pulling it back so that Sabbath may see the masked face of his assailant. Sabbath: Please?! One opportunity� that�s all he needs. Sabbath: Let�s work this out! Any minute.. wait� NOW! Low Blow! Nightmare Jones is instantly on his knees.--- Jonathan: What a cheap shot! Carl: It got the job done. --Sabbath: Ha! Ha! Ha! Rob Davies is alright, to what the referee could help. The ref reenters himself into the match. Sucker punch to the face. Grabbing his head, he readies himself for the Sinner Shot. The Reverse DDT connects. Sabbath is far from done. Time for the switch up. Irish whip. Sabbath bounces Nightmare first, then himself in the opposite direction, planning a springboard clothesline. BAM! Something steel meets the back of his already aching head. The roller blade seemed like a good weapon at the time, thought Hughes. Nightmare bounced in the same spot, and Hughes is in with a self tag.--- Jonathan: Why would he want to go into the ring? Carl: He�s so small. Kenny: He is a very resilient for a man at 194 pounds. --Face down on the mat, why is that the only spot Sabbath has found so far. Evan Hughes pre-locks his spring shoot legs. And releases. Sabbath�s face is drilled into the mat. His head may explode! Time to make things interesting. Hughes walks to the corner with no one near, and removes the straps of the turnbuckle pad. This will show him. Time to meet steel Sab�. BAM! Back turned he has no time to avoid the Clothesline From Hell from Rob Davies!! Feet leave the mat, vertigo sets in. Hughes feel the twist of his body. The air seems so fine. He looks down for a split second to see the mat directly below his head. This can�t be good. The impact only takes a few seconds, but the landing� CRACK! Evan Hughes lands from the spiral ride, directly on his neck. Rob Davies looks worse for the wear. Not any worse then what he looks like after a.. Low Blow! Unprettier! Nightmare Jones is sneaky. NJ: ROAR!!!!--- Carl: Holy shit. That scared me. I�ll be back, I think I shit my pants. (Carl gets up but doesn�t leave) --It�s close to the end, many are afraid. Davies is now positioned on Jones� shoulder, a signal for his finisher. The crowd is shocked, silent. Jones feels a hand grab his legs, his weight forced backward. Davies lands on his feet, and the hand belongs to Sabbath, roll him up. The referee stands blankly� there�s a pin ref!!!--- Kenny: Nightmare Jones is not the legal man! Jonathan: I could never be a referee, I�d forget too quick! --Sabbath: Ref! Count! Sabbath gets to his feet, his full size may intimidate the referee. Sabbath: Do your job! What kind of referee are you? Piece of� He feels the presence behind him and knows exactly who it is. Slowly turn. No quick movements. Nightmare Jones overbears him. Nightmare DDT. Wasn�t expecting that! Nightmare�s hand juts up and cut�s his throat through air. But someone else�s hand juts in the air, Davies, and tosses Nightmare out of the ring in one swift movement. Somehow, Evan has worked his way outside the ring, hiding himself partially under the ring apron. BAM! Davies sends Nightmare�s head into the barricade. Sabbath rolls out of the ring to a motionless Hughes. A smile forms. That�s right, that boy went for a ride. Time to put him out of his misery. Bending over, he grabs the head of Evan H�. WHACK! Stars circle the poor man�s eyes. Unconscious now, Sabbath lands with a THUD! Evan Hughes emerges from under the ring, empty handed.--- Jonathan: Hughes hit Sabbath with that baseball bat!! Carl: You didn�t see anything! (Still standing) Jonathan: What stinks? Carl: Kenny� (looking at the match, not looking at his colleagues) Kenny: He calls that Ultra-Violence, every time he hits someone with that thing! Carl: You can�t prove anything! --Sabbath gets rolled back into the ring. Irish Whip into Drop Toe Hold. BAM! Sabbath, meet steel. Steel turnbuckle, meet Sabbath.--- Kenny: He calls that Enhancement! --When Sabbath staggers back holding his face, Evan Hughes rolls Sabbath up. One. Outside, Nightmare Jones has gotten the upper hand and has Davies on his shoulder. He tries to hit his finisher on top of the barrier, but Davies shoves Nightmare off the barrier. Two. Davies jumps off the barrier and runs to the ring to break the count�. Three! �too late. ***DING DING DING*** JACK SPADE (RING ANNOUNCER): THE WINNERS OF THE MATCH AND THE FIRST CONTENDERS FOR THE MXW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP: NIGHTMARE JONES & EVAN HUGHES!!! --Rob Davies isn�t done with this little shit! No way will he be beaten but a little kid! He hops onto the apron and gets ready to teach the kid a lesson. Evan stands vigilant, staring right at Davies. Next thing he knows, he�s gesturing for him to come in the ring. Rob Davies can�t believe it, he�s being punked out by a kid� but he isn�t getting into the ring. He has no problem with the kid. Sure, he�s just making a name for himself, just as the Demented Rob Davies did years ago. Davies jumps off the apron�. SURPRISE! Unprettier to concrete by Nightmare Jones The referee signals for Nightmare Jones to enter the ring. As he does, the referee holds both his and Evan�s arms in the air. �Sweet Dreams� hits as the crowd somewhat gives a response.--- Jonathan: Did that match surprise anyone else? Kenny: It was very intense for a match that wasn�t scheduled, especially more that these men have never had in-ring experience together. Tag teams need months to years of time together to get their feels worked out, but these men did well. Jonathan: Where�d Carl go? Kenny: To change his underpants? Both Men: Hahahaha! |
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