Richard Blonoff
Make America Rassle Again
Deadline is Tuesday, September 30th, 11:59PM CST. Extensions available upon request.
AS 85: Cerberus vs. Chris K.O. & elegANT-Non Title
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FlexAmerican Dynamite
WZCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION
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Flex Mussel and Amber Warren can be seen inside a Flex Fitness gym doing squat thrusts with barbells on their shoulders while deeply looking into each other's eyes.
The two body builders can now be seen doing calisthenics together with Flex caressing Amber as she stretches her flexible body every which way.
Flex begins massaging Warrens back muscles in a cool down exercise.
Mussel and Warren be seen sunbathing near a pool while chugging protein shakes. The two share a quick glance but are both shy so they quickly look away and giggle. Eventually they look toward each other again but this time their gaze doesnt break. They both continue to move in closer and closer with their lips just tingling with sexual tension.
Flex: (Finally, this it! Im going to rock her like a hurricane!)
FLEX!!!
The daydream of the healthiest man alive is cut short as his partner Ramparte angrily shakes him to his attention.
Ramparte: Whats your deal lately? Ever since Aftershock youve been in a daze just living in your own imaginary world. You havent done any infomercials, no press interviews, you cant even stick in the real world long enough to get a work out in.
The monsieur of muscle looks around the gym to realize he has yet to the feel the burn of any workout and has indeed not drank any of his protein shakes.
Ramparte: Youve been dreaming about Amber havent you?!
Flexs cheeks become red and he giggles in embarrassment.
Ramparte: I knew it! Of all the women for you to be infatuated with you would pick the one currently gunning for our championships.
Flex: My anaconda dont want none unless you Amber Warren son.
Ramparte: Your pop-culture references escape me.
Flex: What the eloquently made anthem about the gluteus Maximus was saying is that Ambers physique is just something I cant deny Ram. The fact that were both bodybuilders, the fact that we both used to be overweight children, and not to mention weve both been tag team champions. Were perfect for each other!
Ramparte: The last six months lead me to believe she doesnt feel the same way buddy.
Flex: Well love can be blind when youre wearing stupid masks with dragons on them. Amber was wrapped under Califas mystical latin magic until All or Nothing where she finally realized we were meant to be. She destroyed him and left him a shell of his former self, unfortunately after being bashed with a steel chair her mind has once again been warped into brining Califa back into relevancy so they can attempt to take our belts from our gorgeously crafted waists. But they wont even make it to Kingdom Come .She doesnt really care for him, Im the one she needs and soon enough Ill make her realize it.
Ramparte: Thats all well and good but how about we start making LMD as a whole realize were not a stepping stone on their path to redemption.
Flex: How exactly do you propose we go about doing that?
Ramparte: Defeating Chris K.O. and elegANT would probably be a good place to start.
Flex: The gentlemanly insect! I dont remember you having the best of luck against him .
The Catalyst closes his eyes and rubs his forehead in irritation before continuing on the conversation with his love-struck buddy.
Ramparte: Even cockroaches have their day of triumph.
Flex: But hes an ant .
Ramparte: YOU GET WHAT IM SAYING!!!
Flex: Okay, okay calm down Ramsy, we can discuss pest control later. Now tell me about this Chris K.O.
Ramparte: You know who he is, The White Knight of WZCW, former Eurasian champion, a part of one of the most feared WZCW factions of all time, returned at the Lethal Lottery and almost won the whole thing.
Flex: White Knight .Caucasian .six foot returned at the Lottery just as our Emerald foe was leaving .great scott Chris K.O. is the secret identity of Haven!
Ramparte: Considering Chris spent the last six months stranded on an island after a plane crash I dont think thats possible Flex.
Flex: Tupac and Michael Jackson spend their time on distant islands and still manage to perform on their concert tours.
Ramparte: I seriously fear that your infatuation with the Queen dragon has caused a dip in your intelligence my friend.
Flex: Quite the opposite Ramsy, love has opened my mind to happiness like never before. You should try it sometime, finding some cutie into that devil worshiping stuff shouldnt be too hard in this day and age.
Ramparte: Well there is the gorgeous Eve .
Flex: What was that about Eve?
Ramparte: Nothing just that Im looking forward to her becoming Elite X champion soon so we can all hold the gold.
Flex: Same here, shes so talented she wont even need us to win the Elite X title. God were all so young and brilliant, and in the prime of our lives. We need to enjoy every moment of it. Thats exactly why Ive decided were going on a vacation.
Ramparte: Vacation?! We have a match that we should be preparing for!
Flex: Thats exactly what were doing. We need to get into the mind of Chris K.O. and truly understand him so we can defeat him. So were going to rid ourselves of the technology and comfort we take for granted and live off only our survivalist instincts.
Ramparte: What are you saying Flex?
Flex: CERBERUS vs Wild!!!!!!!
DAY 1
The hounds of hell/health can be seen lying in the sand of a remote location unknown to even the tag team champions as Flex records himself with an almost pre-historic camcorder as the sunsets with day turning to night.
Flex: He we are, day one complete of the Cerberus isolation. Important things to note: with no readily available restroom Chris K.O. must either be a master of hiding his fecal matter or the most disgusting man alive as hiding it from others is no easy task, we found that out the hard way. Good news however is that his lack of dependency on hygiene will most certainly clash with the gentlemanly decorum of his insect partner.
Ramparte: I thought you said we were ridding ourselves of technology, whats with the camera?
Flex: Its just in case this turns all Blair Witch Project on us. Plus afterwards Ill be releasing it to the WZCW universe so they can live vicariously through us.
Ramparte: That would be much better than lying on this sand hearing you do Bear Grylls impressions.
Flex: Second observation: With lack of food, Ram becomes even more vexed than usual.
DAY 2
Flex: Day two is complete, but not without casualties of the soul. The lack of food is beginning to hurt our moral. Despite the fact that Ram and I are the manliest of men all of our rations continue to be stolen by a large pack of fire ants. Now according to my Steve Irwin survival handbook I memorized the venom they hold could lead to deadly consequences. This further explains how the insect was able to defeat Ramsy a couple weeks ago.
Ramparte: What was that?!
DAY 3
Flex: Day three is leading to a lot of concerning complications. After a brief encounter with the fire ants Ram was bitten pretty badly and I fear his mind has gone delusional. He has begun worshipping the coconut gods of the tree in the sky, which is just a really tall tree we cant reach. Hopefully he can earn the power that has seemingly given Chris K.O. new life to defeat formidable opponents Blade and Kagura recently.
Ramparte: Ooogah chakka ooogah chakkka ooogah chakka!
Flex: In the meantime I fear my lack of protein shakes has caused my mind to be less at ease as well. My visions of Amber Warren seem more real and real as time goes on. I just hope that my urges are quelled until we can escape this wretched place.
DAY 4
Flex: *Panting* Day four will unfortunately be a short vlog as Ram and I are currently waging war with the insect Kingdom of fire ants. All you need to know is that it hasnt been a pleasant twenty four hours.
Ramparte: KILL IT ALL WITH FIRE!
DAY 5
Flex: Here we are, the conclusion of our final day on the unknown island that for the purposes of this video will remain unnamed. Luckily for us all of Rams worshiping of the coconut gods led to the rain we needed to stay hydrated while also flooding the insect Kingdom saving us the fire ants. Over the course of our encounters with them weve learned ants are often underestimated because of their size and if not dealt with properly they can cause problems. Ram and I have learned from our mistakes and will not elegANT slip through the cracks again. As talented as you may be your gentlemanly party is coming to an end at the hands of the tag team champions: Cerberus.
Ramparte: Indeed, and the same goes Chris K.O. this wave of momentum your on is all well and good but youre running straight into the two man brick wall that is Cerberus. Dont get us wrong were well aware of how capable you are, surviving this island for five days was tough let alone all the months you did but weve learned the secrets of your coconut gods and we do not fear your castaway beard!
Flex: As talented as you both are individually youre going to learn that Cerberus is even stronger together.
Ramparte: It's about time we got off this island, I'm in need of nice and fancy dinner.
Flex: Indeed my friend.
HAIL CERBERUS!
Spidey Revivey
Porn is okay here long as it ain't dudes.
Cerberus On:
Etiquette
Etiquette
Ramparte and Flex Mussél stand proudly in front of the WZCW camera crew in Manitoba, Canada. The duo stood inside a desolate Flex Fitness Gym. A table is presented behind them.
Ramparte: Good evening my beloved followers. Tonight Cerberus has a demonstration for you that is simply "elegant". For none are moreso than I..err us.
The Catalyst gestures at the table.
Ramparte: Mr. Mussél, kindly escort thy lady to her seat for our viewers if you'd please.
The athlete of Cerberus looks around confused.
Flex: I umm we don't have Eve Taylor, our beautiful Third Head, with us Rambo.
A miffed Ramparte bites his lip, awkwardly staring into the cameras.
Ramparte: Then we must improvise. Surely this particular gymnasium has dummies. Being Canada, one would think, anyways...
He chuckles at his own joke. Flex scratches his head.
Ramparte: Didn't Chris K.O. himself fashion a friend out of a lone volleyball? Improvisation is key, dear viewers. Let's go ahead and make a List for the folks at home to follow because we all know they need a parental hand to guide them.
Rule Number 1:
If caught in a tight spot, elegantly improvise.
If caught in a tight spot, elegantly improvise.
The Catalyst slowly repeats the words displayed on the viewer's television screens for better understanding. This gives Flex enough time to come back with a stand-in for Eve Taylor.
Flex: ...Rambo, uh I'm not sure if this is "elegant", but I..well...
In the Frenchman's hand was a rope. Hanging loftly from it was a blow up doll with the word "Amber" written on it's forehead. The narcissist's composure crumbled and he closed his eyes.
Ramparte: Please, oh dear hell please tell me I'm not seeing this.
Forgetting the cameras, he haughtily turns his back at the sight of Flex wielding the unlikeliest balloon. Mussél in turn ties the doll into a chair with great care. The next rule comes up without Ramparte's commentary.
Rule Number 2:
Handle your lady fair with utmost grace and elegance.
Handle your lady fair with utmost grace and elegance.
Ramparte: Why? Fuck my life, Flex, WHY??
Flex: I am a grown man with grown appetites.
The young blonde fidgets uncontrollably.
Ramparte: BUT THE BITCH WAS FLOATING!! WHY GOD WHY DOES IT HAVE HELIUM IN IT??!?
Flex: Realistically, "Amber" would try and escape my advances, you see..and well-
Ramparte: DON'T. For the love of all things, don't finish that sentence! Seriously? Not even a CPR dummy or something? You went straight for "Amber"?
Flex: Wouldn't you?
The look of dismay on the other half of Cerberus could burn fire and melt water.
Ramparte: Y-you're making a joke of this?
Flex: You gotta admit, it was better than your "Canadians are dumbies" joke, broski.
The screen fills up with the next rule.
Rule Number 3:
Know when to take an elegant conversation to a proper end.
Know when to take an elegant conversation to a proper end.
Flex: You think the folks at home have had their fill of the word "elegant", yet?
Regaining his form, The Catalyst adjusted his spider lapel pin and answered him.
Ramparte: Repetition is the only way they know of, monsieur. The only way they know...
Now take a seat if you please across that thing. We can still make work of this slight misstep.
Flex does as instructed. But the chair caves underneath him as he applies his muscular glutes to it. Loudly it breaks and loudly his partner yells at him.
Ramparte: Dammit, Flex!
Flex: These are NOT Flex Fitness approved chairs, Mr. Ramparte. Not at all.
The Athletic One gets up, grabs a tea pot from the table, and gently pours it's contents into "Amber"'s cup.
Ramparte: This is not going how I expected it to go.
Flex: Ah, but the same can be said about our partnership, mon ami. We must have looked like such an odd pairing in the ring our first go-round. And all the looks we got backstage! My, it feels like only yesterday that we both stormed into Banks's office demanding our spots on the card to improve. And did they! Having us paired up actually saved the division itself if ya think about it Rambo. Look at us now, my unusually clean friend. Tag team champions. Cerberus gives a new spin on the word "underdogs", especially with what soars above us now.
Ramparte: Dragons. The legendary duo complete again.
The Catalyst stares down at the table, muttering the fourth rule to the viewers.
Rule Number 4:
Even in the face of uncertainty, remain elegant in front of your peers.
Even in the face of uncertainty, remain elegant in front of your peers.
Ramparte: Oh how I hate them.
Flex: Eh, they're not on the Hound's menu this time. We have ElegAnt and Chris K.O. to take on. Our luck against thrown together teams has been dismal for tag team champions, and Ant already got the better of you before. K.O. was primed to retire Ty Freakin' Burna once upon a time, so yeah we face a challenge my friend.
Ramparte pounds "Amber"'s teacup with a gloved fist; shattering the china and getting the tea all over the doll, Flex, and the table. Shards stuck out of his leather hand, and he stared hypnotically at his fingers.
Ramparte: None are more sophisticated than I. None shall out-class me. Not again. ElegAnt is talented. He proved that in the ring with me. But he faced me at a perplexing time in my life. I will escort him into the brimstone myself now, and politely torch the man-ant in mesmerizing splendor. I am The Catalyst. I cannot fall to the masked gentleman again.
I know of Mr. K.O. A survivor. A man none should tread upon but as fate would have it, he has to contend with rabid dogs soon. I take it you will focus on him. It is our usual system- to focus on one man each. We can survive K.O. We can out-class ElegAnt. This is our time, Mussél. The time of Cerberus to be hailed.
The blow up doll slowly deflates due to a lone piece of cup in her eye.
Flex: AMBER NOOOOOooooo!!!
Ramparte: Forget her! She would only bring you down and distract you. It is you and I now, good monsieur. And tonight we make a real beauty, Eve Taylor, proud of her boys.
Rule Number 5:
Hail Cerberus!
Hail Cerberus!
Thriller Ant
Beep Bop Boop
elegANT and his head worker, Antfred, are searching through elegANTs expansive walk-in closet for just the right ensemble. By that, of course, it means elegANT is deep in thought to the point of obliviousness while Antfred actually goes through the clothes which go on for nearly thirty feet in each direction, with two rows on each wall. elegANT knows that he and Chris K.O. need to be on the same page to defeat the WZCW Tag Team Champions, and, as a newcomer to WZCW, the proper outfit was vital to starting to earn Chris trust.
You see, Antfred, Chris K.O. and I need to be on the same page to defeat the WZCW Tag Team Champions, and, as a newcomer to WZCW, the proper outfit is vital to starting to earn Chris trust.
I couldnt agree more, sir. I know the perfect suit for this occasion, I just have to find it.
elegANT nods at his worker ant in appreciation.
I have the utmost faith in you. I do need to begin pondering a strategy, however. I defeated Ramparte, but a tag team match could not be more different. Chris K.O. should be a wonderful partner, but without experience as a team, I must regretfully admit that we are a disadvantage against Cerberus. With any luck, the two of us will have magnificent chemistry and all of this worry will be for naught.
A crash is heard in the background as Antfred and the armful of clothes he held accidentally make their way off the stepstool and crash onto the floor.
Oh, I do hope Chris brings his friend Steve. It takes him a while to open up, but once he does, Steve can be quite the chatterbox. One of the best storytellers Ive met.
Antfred digs his way out of the pile of clothes and ends up staring directly at the suit he was looking for.
Sir! Ive found it!
elegANT investigates the dashing black suit and white tie for a moment before patting Antfred on the back.
I dont know what Id do without you, Antfred. This is the most perfect thing to wear. Could you have the car pulled around while I change?
Of course, sir. But first, if I may be so bold, might I offer you a suggestion in regard to your meeting with Mr. K.O.?
I would be offended if you didnt, Antfred.
Well, I know that you are scheduled to compete for the EurAsian Title in the near future, and while he didnt win it in the manner you would have to, Mr. K.O. is a former holder of that championship. It might be wise to see if he has any advice to offer you.
elegANT nods and grabs Antfred in a quick hug.
You are the wisest ant I know, Antfred. This was so obvious, but yet, the thought to take advantage of this exquisite opportunity hadn't even crossed my mind.
As a thank you for everything you do for me, we will arrange for you to have a weekend away at my beach vacation home.
Thank you so much, sir! Ill have that car pulled around right away.
Antfred leaves as the scene fades to black.
You see, Antfred, Chris K.O. and I need to be on the same page to defeat the WZCW Tag Team Champions, and, as a newcomer to WZCW, the proper outfit is vital to starting to earn Chris trust.
I couldnt agree more, sir. I know the perfect suit for this occasion, I just have to find it.
elegANT nods at his worker ant in appreciation.
I have the utmost faith in you. I do need to begin pondering a strategy, however. I defeated Ramparte, but a tag team match could not be more different. Chris K.O. should be a wonderful partner, but without experience as a team, I must regretfully admit that we are a disadvantage against Cerberus. With any luck, the two of us will have magnificent chemistry and all of this worry will be for naught.
A crash is heard in the background as Antfred and the armful of clothes he held accidentally make their way off the stepstool and crash onto the floor.
Oh, I do hope Chris brings his friend Steve. It takes him a while to open up, but once he does, Steve can be quite the chatterbox. One of the best storytellers Ive met.
Antfred digs his way out of the pile of clothes and ends up staring directly at the suit he was looking for.
Sir! Ive found it!
elegANT investigates the dashing black suit and white tie for a moment before patting Antfred on the back.
I dont know what Id do without you, Antfred. This is the most perfect thing to wear. Could you have the car pulled around while I change?
Of course, sir. But first, if I may be so bold, might I offer you a suggestion in regard to your meeting with Mr. K.O.?
I would be offended if you didnt, Antfred.
Well, I know that you are scheduled to compete for the EurAsian Title in the near future, and while he didnt win it in the manner you would have to, Mr. K.O. is a former holder of that championship. It might be wise to see if he has any advice to offer you.
elegANT nods and grabs Antfred in a quick hug.
You are the wisest ant I know, Antfred. This was so obvious, but yet, the thought to take advantage of this exquisite opportunity hadn't even crossed my mind.
As a thank you for everything you do for me, we will arrange for you to have a weekend away at my beach vacation home.
Thank you so much, sir! Ill have that car pulled around right away.
Antfred leaves as the scene fades to black.
Kermit
the Frog
It would be really easy for me to hate Mikey Stormrage right now. Technically his match announced for Kingdom Come VI marks the second time he has robbed me of my much desired confrontation. The first being when he pushed Tastic back up onto the apron at Lethal Lottery VI. Maybe I could just let the ill feelings stew and let the old demon have his way. No, that is the old me. That was before my life was forever changed on the island. Besides, I have a panther to kill.
The scene begins with Chris K.O. pushing down giant stocks of grass. He looks panicked as he tries to fight his way through the brush. Suddenly, there is a rustling up ahead of him. Chris stops dead in his tracks. The camera gets a close up on the sweat trickling down his forehead. Chris slowly begins to back away, but before he can fully; the source of the rustling is revealed. Steve pushes through the brush into visibility. Chris lets out a sigh under his breath.
Chris: Damn it. You scared the hell out of me. Where the hell have you been? I thought you were grabbing the fruit we picked yesterday?
Steve: Sorry, I uh- couldnt find it.
Chris: What do you mean you couldnt find it?
Steve hesitates for a moment.
Steve: After seeing that thing last night, can you blame me if I am a little disoriented? Come on, I think I remember where the tree is.
Steve walks past Chris and starts making his way through the brush. Chris shakes his head disappointingly.
Chris: Dont go crazy on me yet, Gilligan.
We transition to a shot of Steve the volleyball. He is resting on a red-cushioned chair made from dark oak. The volleyball just stares up over a fine dining table. On the other side of the table is elegANT. He is dressed in a nice black suit with a white tie to match his black and white mask. elegANT grabs his drink from the table and takes a sip. Suddenly, Ian Crawford walks up to the table.
Ian: Sorry I am late. I uh-
Ian looks over and sees the seat next to Steve empty. He then looks over to elegANT. elegANT raises his glass and nods. Crawford smiles politely as his phone begins to ring.
Ian: Pardon me.
Ian steps away to answer his phone.
Ian: Hello? Yes, how are you. No, Im sorry I wont be making it tonight. I am at dinner with-
Ian looks over at the table and spots his company at the moment, a volleyball and an ant. Ian (thankfully) catches himself before stating the factual information on his guests.
Ian: Friends. Im at dinner with friends. Uh huh. Yes, Ill see you tomorrow morning.
Ian hangs up the phone and returns to the table. Just as he does, Chris K.O. walks up to the table. Surprisingly, he is dressed in a nice suit, but it barely covers up the informal aspect of his unruly beard and hair.
Chris: Ian, youre finally here. Sorry, I was just in the bathroom washing my hands.
Ian nods as the two men sit down adjacent to each other.
Ian: So, lets get straight to business. First, thank you elegANT for meeting us here tonight. We spared no expense in finding the nearest restaurant with the highest elegance.
We cut to the kitchen where a chef is slapping a worker.
Chef: You idiot! These club sandwiches need to be perfect triangles! They look like trapezoids! Youre going to drop our Yelp rating by one and a half stars!
Worker: But papa, I struggle with making the third corner!
Chef: You are no son to me!
We cut back to the table.
elegANT: I am very grateful for yours and Chris hospitality. It is a pleasure to have dinner with you both.
Chris: The feeling is mutual.
Ian pulls out a couple folders.
Chris: Im going to have to invest in a filing cabinet.
Ian: Youre joking, but youll thank me later. I actually have quite a bit of information printed on your opponents this week. Everything from Cerberus inception to their rise in the tag division as tag team champions.
elegANT: Ive already beat Ramparte myself, but combined these men are more dangerous. However, it helps to have such a high-quality partner on my team. Furthermore, I want you to know Chris K.O. that I am always willing to lend a hand in your fight against The Elite.
Ian: That would be greatly appre-
Chris: Thanks, but no thanks. My campaign is a solo one. Theres no need to incorporate more liability.
Ian shoots Chris an annoyed look.
elegANT: We fight Ceberus this week, but I am not blind, nor is the entire WZCW locker room, to see that you wish to fight Ty Burna. However, how will you deal with the distractions toward your goal in The Elite? More specifically, a man who seems to be spewing your name from his mouth more recently, Steven Holmes.
Chris grabs his glass and takes a drink. He wipes his lips and smiles at elegANT.
Chris: Its not the first time Ive had to take a detour.
We cut to a scene on the island. Chris and Steve are walking out of the jungle with armfuls of fruit.
Chris: Why we are coming out of the jungle this way?
Steve: Eventually we are going to need to circumvent this entire island to see whats on the shores. We can get a little sneak peak coming out this way. It isnt that far from where the raft is.
The camera shows them walking out on to a beach. Upon doing so, they both drop their fruit in unison.
Steve: Oh my god!
Chris: I dont believe it!
Chris shout is engulfed in joy as both men run out on to the beach. The camera pulls back and reveals that they are excited over several bags of washed-up luggage!
Steve: This is great!
Steve immediately starts going through some bags. Chris however seems to be looking for something specific. We see Steve pull some shirts out of a bag.
Steve: You have no idea how much we can do with something as simple as a t-shirt. There has to be at least a dozen bags here. Theres bound to be some toiletries and stuff.
Steve looks up to see Chris pushing bags over in a frustrated manner.
Steve: Chris, whats wrong.
Chris: I dont see my bag. Where the hell is my bag?
Steve: There was a lot more than a dozen passengers on the plane, its obvious not a whole lot made it. Bad odds that one of our bags would make the bunch. We have to be thankful we even found this stuff. I still cant believe it.
Chris plants himself in a sitting position. He looks down at the sand as he wraps his arms around his legs.
Steve: You going to be okay? Did you have anything important in your bag?
We get a small flashback of Chris packing his bag inside of a hotel room. He is holding some toothpaste in his hand as he looks for a place to put it. He opens up a small compartment, but is surprised to find a picture. It is of him as a child standing with his Dad and Mom. Chris states that he forgot the photograph was still in the bag. He rubs his chin and stares at the photo for a few seconds before putting it back in the compartment and sealing it. We switch back to Chris sitting on the sand.
Chris: Its just stuff. Ill be alright.
Steve sports a itll be okay face as he stands up and pats Chris on the shoulder before moving on to another bag.
We switch back to the restaurant. The empty plates at the table with food crumbs left over lets us know that the dinner has finished. The three men are laughing at the tail-end of a joke.
elegANT: So, I must admit that I am curious about something Chris. I have no doubt that this meeting has helped our chemistry and will benefit us greatly against Cerberus, but lets not pretend that we do not have bigger ventures outside of this one-off tag team match. For you it is obvious, but for me it surrounds the EurAsian Championship.
Chris puts down the glass he was holding and looks directly at elegANT.
elegANT: Pardon me for being straight-forward, but is there anything at all that you can give me that would prove helpful in my pursuit.
Chris pauses for a moment. The thought of the EurAsian title sparks thoughts about the man he used to be, and then floods into what happened on the island. The chain-effect gives Chris a headache as he rubs his forehead. Ian pushes his glasses up on his face as he looks at Chris intently, wondering how he is going to answer.
elegANT: I apologize if Ive crossed some line.
Chris: No, you didnt. Lets just say that I am not the best example to follow when it comes to winning the EurAsian title. Hell, it took me four title shots before I ever won the damn thing. And when I did, I was nearly consumed by it. But honestly, if you truly want to be EurAsian champion, you must commit 100% of your efforts. Its the big step before the main event. As much as everyone wants to have a title shot at the World Title, everyone wants just as badly to prove they deserve that shot. Reigning as EurAsian champion is a great way prove that.
elegANT nods at Chris as he smiles. He then raises his glass.
elegANT: Well then, a toast to our futures in the WZCW. A toast to giving everything to reach our goals. I feel as though there are many chapters to write yet. Chris *elegANT nods at Chris*; Ian *elegANT nods at Ian*; and even Steve, *elegant nods at Steve the volleyball*.
Chris and Ian both smile and raise a glass. We get a close-up of Steve the volleyball as we transition back to the island.
We see Chris stand up from the sand and go up to what appears to be a gym bag. He looks down at it and sees the name Coach Davis on it.
Chris: Poor Coach Davis.
Steve looks up from the bag he is going through.
Steve: Excuse me, what did you say?
Chris: Coach Davis is the name on this bag.
Steve: Holy shit, thats mine.
Steve stands up as he runs over to Chris. Chris looks confused.
Chris: Wait, you are a coach? I thought you were a teacher.
Steve: I do both.
Steve kneels down to open his bag.
Chris: Oh, yeah? What do you coach?
Steve pulls back the flap on top of the gym bag. A white volleyball is inside the bag amongst some gym clothes. Steve grabs the volleyball and holds it up with one hand. He raises his eyebrows a couple times to silently suggest the sport in which he coaches. The scene cuts to black.
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The scene begins with Chris K.O. pushing down giant stocks of grass. He looks panicked as he tries to fight his way through the brush. Suddenly, there is a rustling up ahead of him. Chris stops dead in his tracks. The camera gets a close up on the sweat trickling down his forehead. Chris slowly begins to back away, but before he can fully; the source of the rustling is revealed. Steve pushes through the brush into visibility. Chris lets out a sigh under his breath.
Chris: Damn it. You scared the hell out of me. Where the hell have you been? I thought you were grabbing the fruit we picked yesterday?
Steve: Sorry, I uh- couldnt find it.
Chris: What do you mean you couldnt find it?
Steve hesitates for a moment.
Steve: After seeing that thing last night, can you blame me if I am a little disoriented? Come on, I think I remember where the tree is.
Steve walks past Chris and starts making his way through the brush. Chris shakes his head disappointingly.
Chris: Dont go crazy on me yet, Gilligan.
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We transition to a shot of Steve the volleyball. He is resting on a red-cushioned chair made from dark oak. The volleyball just stares up over a fine dining table. On the other side of the table is elegANT. He is dressed in a nice black suit with a white tie to match his black and white mask. elegANT grabs his drink from the table and takes a sip. Suddenly, Ian Crawford walks up to the table.
Ian: Sorry I am late. I uh-
Ian looks over and sees the seat next to Steve empty. He then looks over to elegANT. elegANT raises his glass and nods. Crawford smiles politely as his phone begins to ring.
Ian: Pardon me.
Ian steps away to answer his phone.
Ian: Hello? Yes, how are you. No, Im sorry I wont be making it tonight. I am at dinner with-
Ian looks over at the table and spots his company at the moment, a volleyball and an ant. Ian (thankfully) catches himself before stating the factual information on his guests.
Ian: Friends. Im at dinner with friends. Uh huh. Yes, Ill see you tomorrow morning.
Ian hangs up the phone and returns to the table. Just as he does, Chris K.O. walks up to the table. Surprisingly, he is dressed in a nice suit, but it barely covers up the informal aspect of his unruly beard and hair.
Chris: Ian, youre finally here. Sorry, I was just in the bathroom washing my hands.
Ian nods as the two men sit down adjacent to each other.
Ian: So, lets get straight to business. First, thank you elegANT for meeting us here tonight. We spared no expense in finding the nearest restaurant with the highest elegance.
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We cut to the kitchen where a chef is slapping a worker.
Chef: You idiot! These club sandwiches need to be perfect triangles! They look like trapezoids! Youre going to drop our Yelp rating by one and a half stars!
Worker: But papa, I struggle with making the third corner!
Chef: You are no son to me!
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We cut back to the table.
elegANT: I am very grateful for yours and Chris hospitality. It is a pleasure to have dinner with you both.
Chris: The feeling is mutual.
Ian pulls out a couple folders.
Chris: Im going to have to invest in a filing cabinet.
Ian: Youre joking, but youll thank me later. I actually have quite a bit of information printed on your opponents this week. Everything from Cerberus inception to their rise in the tag division as tag team champions.
elegANT: Ive already beat Ramparte myself, but combined these men are more dangerous. However, it helps to have such a high-quality partner on my team. Furthermore, I want you to know Chris K.O. that I am always willing to lend a hand in your fight against The Elite.
Ian: That would be greatly appre-
Chris: Thanks, but no thanks. My campaign is a solo one. Theres no need to incorporate more liability.
Ian shoots Chris an annoyed look.
elegANT: We fight Ceberus this week, but I am not blind, nor is the entire WZCW locker room, to see that you wish to fight Ty Burna. However, how will you deal with the distractions toward your goal in The Elite? More specifically, a man who seems to be spewing your name from his mouth more recently, Steven Holmes.
Chris grabs his glass and takes a drink. He wipes his lips and smiles at elegANT.
Chris: Its not the first time Ive had to take a detour.
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We cut to a scene on the island. Chris and Steve are walking out of the jungle with armfuls of fruit.
Chris: Why we are coming out of the jungle this way?
Steve: Eventually we are going to need to circumvent this entire island to see whats on the shores. We can get a little sneak peak coming out this way. It isnt that far from where the raft is.
The camera shows them walking out on to a beach. Upon doing so, they both drop their fruit in unison.
Steve: Oh my god!
Chris: I dont believe it!
Chris shout is engulfed in joy as both men run out on to the beach. The camera pulls back and reveals that they are excited over several bags of washed-up luggage!
Steve: This is great!
Steve immediately starts going through some bags. Chris however seems to be looking for something specific. We see Steve pull some shirts out of a bag.
Steve: You have no idea how much we can do with something as simple as a t-shirt. There has to be at least a dozen bags here. Theres bound to be some toiletries and stuff.
Steve looks up to see Chris pushing bags over in a frustrated manner.
Steve: Chris, whats wrong.
Chris: I dont see my bag. Where the hell is my bag?
Steve: There was a lot more than a dozen passengers on the plane, its obvious not a whole lot made it. Bad odds that one of our bags would make the bunch. We have to be thankful we even found this stuff. I still cant believe it.
Chris plants himself in a sitting position. He looks down at the sand as he wraps his arms around his legs.
Steve: You going to be okay? Did you have anything important in your bag?
We get a small flashback of Chris packing his bag inside of a hotel room. He is holding some toothpaste in his hand as he looks for a place to put it. He opens up a small compartment, but is surprised to find a picture. It is of him as a child standing with his Dad and Mom. Chris states that he forgot the photograph was still in the bag. He rubs his chin and stares at the photo for a few seconds before putting it back in the compartment and sealing it. We switch back to Chris sitting on the sand.
Chris: Its just stuff. Ill be alright.
Steve sports a itll be okay face as he stands up and pats Chris on the shoulder before moving on to another bag.
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We switch back to the restaurant. The empty plates at the table with food crumbs left over lets us know that the dinner has finished. The three men are laughing at the tail-end of a joke.
elegANT: So, I must admit that I am curious about something Chris. I have no doubt that this meeting has helped our chemistry and will benefit us greatly against Cerberus, but lets not pretend that we do not have bigger ventures outside of this one-off tag team match. For you it is obvious, but for me it surrounds the EurAsian Championship.
Chris puts down the glass he was holding and looks directly at elegANT.
elegANT: Pardon me for being straight-forward, but is there anything at all that you can give me that would prove helpful in my pursuit.
Chris pauses for a moment. The thought of the EurAsian title sparks thoughts about the man he used to be, and then floods into what happened on the island. The chain-effect gives Chris a headache as he rubs his forehead. Ian pushes his glasses up on his face as he looks at Chris intently, wondering how he is going to answer.
elegANT: I apologize if Ive crossed some line.
Chris: No, you didnt. Lets just say that I am not the best example to follow when it comes to winning the EurAsian title. Hell, it took me four title shots before I ever won the damn thing. And when I did, I was nearly consumed by it. But honestly, if you truly want to be EurAsian champion, you must commit 100% of your efforts. Its the big step before the main event. As much as everyone wants to have a title shot at the World Title, everyone wants just as badly to prove they deserve that shot. Reigning as EurAsian champion is a great way prove that.
elegANT nods at Chris as he smiles. He then raises his glass.
elegANT: Well then, a toast to our futures in the WZCW. A toast to giving everything to reach our goals. I feel as though there are many chapters to write yet. Chris *elegANT nods at Chris*; Ian *elegANT nods at Ian*; and even Steve, *elegant nods at Steve the volleyball*.
Chris and Ian both smile and raise a glass. We get a close-up of Steve the volleyball as we transition back to the island.
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We see Chris stand up from the sand and go up to what appears to be a gym bag. He looks down at it and sees the name Coach Davis on it.
Chris: Poor Coach Davis.
Steve looks up from the bag he is going through.
Steve: Excuse me, what did you say?
Chris: Coach Davis is the name on this bag.
Steve: Holy shit, thats mine.
Steve stands up as he runs over to Chris. Chris looks confused.
Chris: Wait, you are a coach? I thought you were a teacher.
Steve: I do both.
Steve kneels down to open his bag.
Chris: Oh, yeah? What do you coach?
Steve pulls back the flap on top of the gym bag. A white volleyball is inside the bag amongst some gym clothes. Steve grabs the volleyball and holds it up with one hand. He raises his eyebrows a couple times to silently suggest the sport in which he coaches. The scene cuts to black.
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