KEATON DEFEATS TASTIC
Remarkable Mark Keaton folded
The Toronto Moon and slapped it down on the seat next to him in the large studio.
Electric Avenue blared from his leather jacket and he took the phone out.
"Sexiest man alive, who's talkin?" Mark searched for his cigarettes with his free hand.
A voice replied, it sounded like a bear had learned to talk, but the bear was also trying to sound tough,
"Hey Mr. Keaton! You get any answers from the big boys about me yet?!"
Shit! I was hoping this was going to be Cooper, not THIS guy! Damn!
"Look dude," Mark flipped a smoke in his mouth and lit it,
"the answer is no. I'm sorry man, I did everything I could."
The voice replied with muffled cursing. After a moment, he replied.
"Aren't you in Vis Imperium?! You PROMISED me you had the inside track! What did they say?!"
"Look, I'll tell you some other time. I'll try Mr. Banks himself but I'm not making any promises. That's the best I can do for you man."
"Well I hope...."
But Mark already hung up rudely. A show official walked through the door, she had a cellphone pressed to her cheek and she looked stressed. She hung up her phone and got Mark's attention.
"We are on in fifteen minutes. We need you in your spot to get ready. Put out that cigarette!" She reached out and gently grabbed Mark's elbow. He stood and was led into a pitch black hallway that opened into a large studio with a few hundred fans in the audience. Several camera's were set up and
Patrick "The Bulldog" Adams sat in his comfy red chair. Ready for his show.
I can't believe he didn't show up!!!!
Mark gave Patrick a head nod, the older gentleman gave him one in return out of respect. Mark was fitted with a mic near his neck. A team of make-up artists approached him but he waved them away.
"You guys can just piss off alright? Look at this face man! Do you really need to apply color to this? Sexiest man in Canada right now."
Patrick just smirked as the make-up team buzzed around him, adding colors here and there on his cheeks, checking that his hair was perfect. The man looked identical to Don Cherry, right down to his white goatee, except Patrick had bushier eyebrows.
"I trust we're not going to have another violent incident that we had on that deplorable Detroit News program awhile ago?" Patrick asked loud enough for Mark to hear as the make-up team finished the final touches.
"As long as you behave, I can't see anything going wrong."
They got the cue that the show was live in twenty seconds, the make-up team rushed off of the stage and the count down began.
3.....2.......1.....
The generic rock theme music blared and the crowd came alive.
WRESTLETALK WITH PATRICK ADAMS
The camera panned the crowd and worked it's way down to Patrick "The Bulldog" Adams, dressed in a sharp blue suit with white and gold cuff links.
"Welcome to the FIRST EVER episode of WRESTLETALK with Patrick Adams! As you guessed it, I'm Patrick Adams! My guest at this time is none other than The Greatest Canadian Hero himself, Remarkable Mark Keaton!" Patrick stood up and clapped, he reached out to shake Mark's hand, but Mark ignored it. The fans cheered loud for him.
"You must be walking on air right now Mark, coming off of a huge win at Gold Rush against the greatest wrestler in the history of the company, Matt Tastic."
"Believe it or not, I crushed Live Mas by myself! Stormrage is broken somewhere, probably in a hospital bed. Matt Tastic is licking his wounds somewhere in a Taco Bell restaurant bathroom, shaving and looking in a mirror. You see, I not only beat him physically, I wrecked him mentally as well. He'll never be the same man again."
"Come ON Mark! You can't be serious! He's lost before, he'll bounce back! He always does, give me a break with that changing his brain stuff, I'm not buying it and neither is the WZCW fan base."
Mark lit a cigarette, watching Patrick's face get red with annoyance,
"Chill out man, what did we chat about before the camera's were rolling? Watch your tone with me, I'm Vis Imperium and we don't take disrespect kindly, dude."
"Moving on!" Patrick cleared his throat, the audience laughed.
"Coming up next at the ten year anniversary show, you'll be fighting for the King for a Day briefcase in an elimination steel cage match! What do you think of your first opportunity to go after the KFAD?"
"I'm not gonna lie Patrick, this has been a pretty lame year for RMK. I started out with a losing streak, won a match, then went on a crappy losing streak that even included losing to Vee A.D.Z WITH a tag team partner. A shitty tag team partner but that's not the issue. The issue was me. But now I'm back on track and winning again. The Matt Tastic win should count for two because of how awesome it was. Mr. Banks said he'd look into it. This match is my first shot at KFAD and I'm not gonna waste it. I'm gonna WIN this friggin match Patrick!!"
The crowd cheered and laughed as Patrick covered his face.
"Let's try to keep the cursing at a minimum because there's little kids watching this at home. You can't say the F-word on live television. Tell us a little about the opponents you'll be facing in the Elimination Chamber."
"Let's start with Kagura. The girl that beat me in Round One of the Gold Rush Tournament and eliminated me early. Don't you think for one second that I've forgotten about that let me tell you. I won't be coming out as Superbeast Mark Keaton, this is the original Remarkable One and I'm not messin around Kagura. I'm going to shoot right for you when I see you in that cage, revenge is a dish best served hot and there's nobody hotter right now than RMK baby, YA!!!" Mark jumped up, threw his cigarette and ripped his jacket off, he flexed his muscles for the cheering audience.
Patrick nodded as he got a signal from the producers.
"It's time for a commercial break, but when we come back, MORE Remarkable Mark Keaton!"
Mark sat down, he checked his cellphone for any new texts. There was none, he frowned and returned his phone to his jacket pocket.
"Hey, hotshot! I thought you said Justin Cooper was coming with you tonight? We have it advertised as Cooper and Keaton.You know it looks pretty bad when we screw up like this on our first episode when we can't even get both of our guests to show up....."
Mark listened to the man drone on and on about production costs and whatnot....
but he's right. Cooper DID promise me he'd be here tonight for this Wrestletalk program. He probably got hung up signing autographs or something. He'll be here before the end of the show, I just know it.
The red light came on and a quick countdown.....
"Welcome back to WRESTLETALK with Patrick Adams! We were just talking with RMK here about his KFAW opponents, but let's sidetrack just a little and talk about potential targets if you happen to win the King for a Week briefcase."
"It's King for a Day, you boob." Mark let out a jolting, singular laugh.
"Ha! I'm sorry, King for a DAY briefcase."
"What other targets could there possibly be? The one and only top prize in the company is obviously the Heavyweight Championship.But if my pal Cooper is still holding that prize...." Mark's mind wandered a bit..
where the hell IS he anyway?!!! What kind of friend bails on a guy like this?
"...then probably the Eurasian Championship. I've had a thirst to get that puppy in Vis Imperium so our stable can be recognized as having every title in the company. Then, obviously I'd change it to The Great Canadian Championship."
The crowd cheered for that announcement.
"Interesting indeed Mark! Let's continue our conversation about your amazing opponents for the KFAD match!"
Mark nodded then lit another smoke,
"Well, up next would be LYNX. I've never stepped in the ring with him. Here's a guy that's been sent back in time to prevent the world from exploding. He's got to fix these little points in time so...oh man! Can you even believe I'm describing a WZCW wrestler and not that guy from Back to the Future?! Dude!! Just for being stupid I'm eliminating him with The Canadian Clutch." Mark lit another smoke but realized he had two going in his mouth already so he threw two of them across the stage. T.V crews were quick to extinguish the smokes.
"Then there's stupid Logan McAllister! If there's one guy I hate in this match it's this turd wipe! I've already beaten this guy easily and I bent over backwards in our tag match at last years Lethal Lottery, I practically wrap the Elite Openweight Title around the fat bastards waste and what does he do? He LOSES the damn thing in the SAME night!! Screw him!! I don't care if he lifts weights now, has a butt ugly manager and shaved his disgusting face...he's still stupid Logan McAllister after all and I'm going to kick his teeth in!"
Mark spits on the stage then takes a drink of water. He wipes his brow then fixes his golden hair a little before continuing....
"Then you have Flex Mussel. Another wrestler who I've never stepped in the ring with. He claims that he's the fittest man in the fed right now. What? Has he seen my biceps? These legendary bad boys are the peaks of glory. I can't wait to grapple with this dude and show him who the REAL fittest man in the fed is. He'll have to change his little tag line to - Second or third fittest man in the fed. I can't wait to dropkick that bastard right in the face!"
A loud, singular guitar riff came from Mark's jacket on the floor behind his chair. He held up a finger and retrieved his jacket. He fished out his cellphone and looked at his new text....
Cooper: Mark. I have other things to do. I'm not interested in some low rate Canadian show.
Mark closed his eyes and shook his head. He gave Patrick a warning look and the host spoke up.
"Well Mark, I believe that's all the time we have left, I'm Patrick Adam's signing off for......"
"NO! We have a little more time Patrick! There's still one potential opponent I didn't talk about yet!" Mark jumped to his feet and ripped the mic off of his chest and held it to his mouth while he walked towards the camera.
"I'm talking about Eve Taylor.Every, single wrestling expert has her pegged to win her contenders match and then win the KFAD briefcase. Well Eve, I've got news for you. There's going to be one guy standing in your way when the smoke clears.That guy is the sexiest, rockin rollingest, fastest, strongest, smartest, dirtiest son of a bitch in WZCW. I eat chaos for breakfast,bedlam for lunch and slurp back some pandemonium for supper. I am the Greatest Canadian God of Wrestling and I will ride a lightning bolt right into the arena at the Ten Year Anniversary and set the place ablaze with my awesomeness. I will strike you down with The Voltron Suplex and you will be beaten and lay at the feet of Remarkable Mark Keaton!!!"
Mark flicked the mini microphone at the screen and stormed off camera.