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| --On a screen in the back, a concert is blaring through surround sound speakers. The camera pans out slightly to show Axl O�Neil watching a concert of Skid Row. Axl bobs his head, when the door slams open. In walks Derek Marks. He looks at the screen, walks over to it, and shoves the television onto the floor.�
Axl O�Neil: Whoa, whoa, whoa�. What the fuck are you doing? Derek Marks: I�m studying the fucking match of that tag team contendership, and you�re watching a washed up band? --Derek walks over to Axl and� SMACK! �slaps him in the face. Axl holds his cheek and looks away. When he returns his gaze to Derek� SMACK! �he slaps him again. Axl: Okay, get the fuck out of here! I didn�t want to be your tag team partner! Alright? So leave me the fuck alone! SMACK! --Derek slaps him again. A red mark has formed bright on Axl�s cheek.� Axl: Do it again, and I�ll shove that hand up your ass! SMACK! --Derek immediately slaps him again, with a prominent posture. Axl is raged.� Axl: You�re dead! --Derek tries to slap him again, but Axl grabs his hand. SMACK! Derek continues to slap Axl with his opposite hand across the other cheek. Axl finally can�t take it and tackles Derek to the locker room floor. He then punches him in the face. Derek shoves him off and Axl hits the coffee table nearby. Derek then gets to his feet.� Derek: How are we supposed to be partners when you�re a little bitch? Axl: Don�t call me that, fuckhead! Derek: Grow up. I�ll see you out there. Just stand in the corner and be pretty. --Derek walks out. Axl puts his middle finger towards the door as he rubs his sore red cheek.-- Kenny: How can they co-exist as a tag team if they�re treating each other like that? Jonathan: They can�t! Especially against a cohesive unit like The Lee Brothers! Kenny: It�s going to be a test to see who comes out of that one alrig�. --A buzzing noise fills the arena.� Kenny: What is that? --The crowd quiets down as they question the noise� Jonathan: I don�t know! --The buzzing becomes more apparent as it beeps. The beeping sound continues.� Kenny: Oh!! Look at the Titan Tron!! --On the Titan Tron, the counting down clock has reach 00:09:49. It races down, each time it hits a different second number, it beeps. 00:04:25. The crowd is stiff with anticipation. 00:01:53. It�s last beep. 00:00:00. The zeros fill the screen. BAM!!!! Pyro shoots from the stage, then follow a path all the way down the ramp, all the way to the ring�s turnbuckles, shooting off huge sparks. �Seventeen� by Winger A black man walks out with a microphone.� Black Guy: Ladies and Gents, welcome the one and only, playa without fear, the capital of crotch pyrotechnics! The scariest motha fucka alive! His name is Barry� Stevens!!! BAM!!!! --More pyro shoots out and from the curtain comes a man in tights and a large stomach sticking out.� Jonathan: Haha, it�s Scary Barry�s debut! Kenny: Oh Christ. --Barry jumps up, trying to reach his knees to his chest, but falls short. He jogs in place. He punches the air. He even jukes and jives. He then jogs down to ringside. Once inside, he�s joined by his friend, Brian, who hands him the microphone.� Barry: (out of breath) Hi�. Andrew� Flash�. Copier�.Unoriginal�. *wipes sweat*,,,, I� �The Clincher� by Chevelle. Andrew Flash walks out, showing off his muscles. His sunglasses are silver and shine as he walks down the ramp. BAM!!!! The arena turns the same color silver as white pyro shoots from the staging area. Flash points at Barry, telling him he�s going down! He slides in the ring and poses on the first turnbuckle to his left. Cameras flash everywhere, taking the man�s photo. He then climbs down and goes outside to the barrier. He grabs a ladies camera and takes a picture of himself. Andrew Flash: That�s gonna be a good one!� ======================================== -3- David Vs. Goliath Match �Primetime� Andrew Flash -vs- �Scary� Barry Stevens ======================================== ***DING DING DING*** --Brian leaves the ring as Barry shoots him a �what did I get myself into� look. Carl: Which one's goliath? Flash stares into Barry�s eyes, almost staring into his soul! SMACK! Flash slaps the glasses right off Barry�s face. A shove later and Barry�s on the mat on all fours, crawling blindly for his spectacles. This is going to be way too easy, Flash realizes. Humiliated, Barry looks for his�. KICK! Flash lays a boot right into Barry�s hanging gut. Barry keels over in anguish.--- Jonathan: This is brutal. How can we be watching this? Just as he mentions this, Carl is seen, in a new wardrobe, joining them back at the announce table. --KICK! Another boot to the head of Barry. Barry rolls away, something he�s good at, and arches himself to balance. KICK! Another boot to Barry, lands him right where he was. KICK! Right to the face this time! His nose sports instant blood. KICK KICK KICK! Helplessly, Barry rolls around the mat. Brian can�t take anymore. He hops onto the apron. The ref automatically runs to tell him to leave. Ref: Get off the apron! Flash notices this and takes it into his own hands. Flash shoves the ref as hard as he can, sending him, twisting his ankle.--- Jonathan: This needs to end and quick! How could this even be considered a Pay Per View quality match. Barry Stevens shouldn�t be wrestling. Carl: He�s nice! Jonathan: So he may be, but he should not be wrestling! --Andrew Flash: Blacks don�t belong in wrestling! �Specially on the apron of MY ring! SMACK! Brian slaps the sunglasses right off Flash�s face, with an instant red mark appearing. Brian may not be an official wrestler, but he�s not taking shit from anyone. Fists raised, ready to fight, Flash grabs Brian by the side of the head. His lack of wrestling expertise has landed him in one hell of a mess�. LOW BLOW! Barry found his glasses and has nailed Flash below the belt. Flash�s balls feel like they�re swelling. The world swirls around him. Sweat forms on his forehead. He MUST face the man that did this to him. As he turns, Barry catches him in the RKO--- Carl: He calls that the Scary Barry Stevens Move Of Death!!! Jonathan: Oh brother� Carl: He�s your brother!? You liar! --Flash lands hard as Barry hooks the leg for the pin. Brian slides into the ring and revives the referee. He makes the count. One. Brian slides out of the ring. Two. Barry positions his weight onto Flash�s shoulders. Three!!! ***DING DING DING*** JACK SPADE (RING ANNOUNCER): THE WINNER OF THE MATCH: �SCARY� BARRY STEVENS Jonathan: What just happened here? Carl: Oh, I�ll tell you what happened here, Jonny, that awesome bastard just won the f�n match!! How�s that taste? Jonathan: Please shut it, Carl! Crowd: Wooooo!!!! --Brian brings Barry a microphone.--- Barry Stevens: Hi everybody. Tonight was the night for debuting and I just made one hell of an impact by beating that fag! Kenny: Can you say �fag� on television? Carl: This is pay per view, my friend, you can hump animals if you wanted to, but I don�t know if that�d help us get any viewers. Barry Stevens: This is just the beginning for me and my best friend, Brian. We�re all about the business in front, and now we�re going to go party in the back!! --Barry drops the microphone and then hugs Brian. Brian pats his back, then lifts Barry�s arm in the air as the crowd gives him a standing ovation.� Jonathan: Okay, no offense, but what would anyone like about that man? He�s got no talent whatsoever. Carl: You don�t either, Jonny-boy, but somebody likes you, otherwise you wouldn�t be here, you shit-face! Kenny: Sorry to cut in, but we�ve got Rick Barner standind by with Sugar Hill and his Entourage. Rick? --The camera switches to a young man with glasses and greased hair in the back. He�s pretty short, but right for his age. Sugar Hill is sitting in a swivel beauty chair where his entourage are preparing him for his match. Kym, his wardrobe specialist, is holding out different ring attires for him to wear. A blue satin-like wrestling tights with money shining in the background versus a white pair of small, wrestling underwear. He points at the white pair. She smiles. Mary Jane is doing his make-up, putting powder on his face, covering spots with dark cover-up, and shaving spots on his face. Jerome is doing Sugar�s hair, talking to him of his day. Rick approaches, but is bumped by Kobe Kayne carrying a bottle of exotic water. He hands it to Sugar, who thanks him. Rick opens his mouth to speak when he�s interrupted.� Bo Dacious: Can we help you? Oh, you�re here for an interview. You better damn well be nicer than the last interview! Rick Barner: Yes, that Kenny can be quite the impatient�. Bo Dacious: Let us not talk of that man right now. What do you want? Rick Barner: I was wondering if Sugar Hill is ready to take on The King and is he worried about the �Henchmen� The King calls his Court, Bo Dacious: He�s wondering if you�re ready to take on The King and if you�re worried about the �Henchmen� The King calls his Court. Sugar Hill: Worried? Tell him to go away! What kind of question is that? Bo Dacious: Sugar Hill offended! What kind of question is that? You need to go away. Rick Barner: I didn�t mean to offend him. I simply wanted to know how he felt about facing The King and whether he thought his entourage could stand against The King�s Court. Bo Dacious: Again, I will not accept that question. Are you stupid? Would he have accepted the challenge if he wasn�t prepared, Rick? No! Now get out of here before I feel like seeing if you�re worried about facing ME! ---That was enough warning for Rick, as he leaves the area quickly. Sugar Hill appears on the scene, wearing his white underwear tights. Kym: Looks fabulous! Jerome: Scrumptious! ---Cameras fade back to the arena.--- Jonathan: As you know, Friday Fusion comes to you live from Salt Lake City this Friday! We have one match lined up for sure, and that is the rematch of sorts, between Cole Bradstreet and Bastian Rayne, where they will compete in a �Who�s the Sexiest Man in the MXW�. Carl: What�s the difference between that and tonight? Kenny: Tonight, it was the sexiest man in the world, Friday, it will be the sexiest man in MXW. Carl: Oh� lame�. Why the world, then MXW? Are we saying the MXW�s more important than the world? I�d rather be the sexiest in the world, than the sexiest in MXW! Jonathan: Anyways, there will be three competitions in which the crowd will judge them on. The first being a weight lifting contest. The second being the best picked wardrobe. And the final round will be an actual wrestling match, where the winner takes all, if someone doesn�t win both the first rounds. Carl: �Lame! Kenny: You need to shut it! Jonathan: But speaking of the devil, we have a correspondent standing by with the winner and Sexiest Man in the World, Bastian Rayne! --A bigger man holding a microphone looks into the camera as it switches to a backstage set, complete with screens. Bastian stands, without Daisy, already wearing a shirt proclaiming his win. �One Man! One World! Only The Sexiest Survive!� Bastian smiles, toothy. He turns. On the back, there�s a picture of the submission he used to win. �Bastian Rayne�The world�s sexiest man� Todd Daniels: I have to ask, how�d you get the shirt made so fast? --Rayne turns back to face the interviewer, still smiling.� Bastian Rayne: I have my own shirt press. And I had a friend take digital pictures for me during the match. I knew I�d come out on top. Todd Daniels: With that said, and your first win behind you tonight, do you see Friday Fusion being a problem for you? Or is just another step in the world of the sexiest man? Bastian Rayne: Friday night will be a blasted. I�m doing what I love to do here, Todd. I get paid for this, quite well I may add. And to come out on top night in and night out, it feels good. I�ve had shitty jobs, Todd, one�s like the one you have right now. I withheld my talent for years, until finally, here I am, in the MXW. Sure I�m not the only new talent, but I will stand out in everyone�s mind. Todd Daniels: Do you see Cole Bradstreet possibly being a long-term rival, or are you just so much alike that you hit it off wrong? Bastian Rayne: It�s so early in the era, Todd. Far too early to tell. But in my personal opinion, don�t see Bradstreet as a threat. I really don�t think he has what it takes to be top caliber and I think after Friday, our feud may come to an end. How could he possibly want to keep fighting me and lose every time. As far as being like me, yeah, we clash because he�s a wanna-be, and I proved that tonight. Todd Daniels: Well thank you for your time, Mr. Rayne. Bastian Rayne: Todd, call me Bastian. And anytime you want an interview, you come knock on my door. You�re always welcome. Right now, though, Daisy�s waiting for me to bring this champagne bottle back to the bubble bath. So if you�ll excuse me, have a good night. --Bastian walks off. Echoing down the hallway, you hear Bastian�s voice, entering his locker room.--- Bastian Rayne�s echo: Here I come ma�lady. POP!! Carl: That Bastian�s a first class guy! No one compared to him! Jonathan: I think you like him a little too much. Carl: You could learn a thing or two from that man. Like how not to be a fag! Kenny: Yeah, let�s not use that word anymore before people decide they�ve had enough. --A dark corner of a parking lot. Shane Broden: So you think that newcomers are worthless�. �.the only thing that�s worthless around here, is the so called Mr. Main Event�.. �Times are changing old man�.. �..The new era means a new champion for people to look up to�.. �..I won�t even mention those other two losers, they will prove no threat to me�.. �.So, Mak, I hope you picked a good match�.. �Cause I�m coming��-- Jonathan: Tough words. I think I�m most looking forward to see that man in action tonight! Kenny: Me too. He seems to have a lot of potential. |
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