Apocalypse: Elite X Championship: Fatal Four Way:

[TheOneBigWill]

Apocalypse: Elite X Championship: Fatal Four Way: Drake Callahan v. Vengeance v. Red Mask v. Carmen Bratchny:​

Throughout it's short history within the company, several prolific events have surrounded the Elite X Championship. Drama has also been a heavy favorite to follow this title, and outside of one individual, the original Champion, none of the previous Champions have lasted with the company since winning the title. Will that curse be broken at Apocalypse?

Ben Legend, the previous Champion was recently stripped of the Championship and as result later released from the company. At the last Meltdown event, it was declared that an Open Invitational Battle Royal would decide who shall be the next top contenders for the title, as the last remaining four would enter into a Battle Royal.

Will the next Champion be a new comer, who's still learning his craft in Carmen Bratchny? Will the next Champion be a loose cannon, bent on destroying anything in his path in Vengeance? Will the next Champion be a charismatic alcoholic in Drake Callahand? Or will the next Elite X Champion be a mysterious Super hero in Red Mask? Find out at Apocalypse!

RP Deadline is MONDAY FEBRUARY 9TH, 2009: This thread is to only be used by those involved within the match!!!

 

[Bozzaholic]

*The scene opens iwith a close up of a teenagers face, The colour of the teenagers face is purple as he struggles to breathe, His glasses are crooked and sweat pours from his forehead as he struggles for breath, The Teenager gasps as a voice is heard in the background*

Voice: What the hell are you up to kid?

*The Camera zooms out to show the teenager is on the receiving end of a side headlock from Carmen, The Teenager has a friend who is also in shot with a camera taking a picture. Although the teenager looks in pain Carmen seems to be enjoying the moment – the voice we heard is that of a shocked looking Swindle McKenzie who has appeared from a door which usually leads to the back offices of Silvers Gym*

Swindle: Carmen… Get off him

...

Swindle: ОСТАНОВИТЕСЬ!


*Carmen releases the hold as the Teenage fan drops to the floor grabbing his throat and gasping for air, his friend laughs at the situation unknowing the danger he had just put his naive friend in*

Swindle: Whats going on?

Carmen: Boy want picture… for sign

Swindle: So you nearly murdered him?

Carmen: No… me pose with kid… we have fun

*Swindle turns to the teenager holding the camera*

Swindle: I suggest you and your friend leave now!

….

Swindle: GO!

*The two teenagers shuffle out of the building while Swindle continues his conversation with Carmen*

Swindle: Great work last week kid we’re gonna go far

Carmen: Yes.. we at Pay per view

Swindle: Yeah… that, but I’m thinking bigger for you Kid.

*Carmen looks at Swindle surprised*

Swindle: Look at this…

*Swindle pulls an expensive cut envelope from his suit jacket pocket – while on the subject, The suit Swindle McKenzie is wearing is a new one. The Suit is a Silver bespoke single breasted double buttoned Ozwald Boateng with a white cotton shirt, claret tie with matching pocket hankie – Truly class attire*

Carmen: Look at what… new suit?

Swindle: No… this letter

*Swindle hands Carmen the envelope which immediately gets a dirty fingerprint on the expensive cut paper, Carmen then pulls the letter out and stares blankly at it*

Carmen: This letter in English… I cannot read English

*Swindle snatches the letter back*

Swindle: Well… don’t worry about it too much, I’ll deal with it, I have a meeting in half an hour

Carmen: But we have interview in arena

*there is a long silent filled moment*

Swindle: Kid,… There is a moment in every young wrestler’s life when he has to seize the moment. 50% of every successful wrestler is his skill behind the microphone & 50% In ring ability, Currently I’m your 50% behind the mic but today… today you are going to be your 50%, today your are going alone

Carmen: But my English?

Swindle: Relax kid because while you are being your 50% I’m going to be somewhere else giving insuring you have another 50% behind you… another 50% that wont just be behind you at the PPV but behind you every week for the rest of your career

Carmen: So… I have 50% Ring Skill, 50% Mic Skill and 50% Your plan

Swindle:…. That’s right kid… and that calculates in to more then any other wrestler in that 4 way match and every other wrestler in the WZCW… now c’mon

Carmen: That make no sense…

*Both men get up and head towards the exit, outside the gym is a Jaguar X type in silver and a Ford Mondeo in Blue. It’s obvious who is being driven in the Jaguar.

Both men climb in there cars and head in seprate directions*

MEANWHILE AT THE WZCW ARENA

*The scene opens one one of WZCW interview sets, Johnny Klamour is sitting twiddling his thumbs waiting endlessly, he then looks up and beyond the camera, as if to talk to the cameraman*

Johnny: What time is it?

Cameraman: err… 14:20

Johnny: *With an annoyed tone in his voice* Great… 20 past two… This interview was supposed to start at 2 o’clock

…

Johnny: Are Carmen & Swindle even here yet?

Cameraman: I umm, I heard Carmen is on his way

Johnny: Great are they both camera ready?

Cameraman: Umm… yeah… I don’t think Swindle is with Carmen… at least that’s what I heard?

Johnny: What the….

*Johnny gets up from his seat and begins to pace*

Johnny: See… this is what I hate… I went to college for 3 years to get to where I am now, I had to write essay after essay after essay, studying night and day to get where I am… Do you know how many dyslexic reporters there are out there?

Cameraman: Ummm

Johnny: one.. and that’s me! I worked my balls off to get where I am in the reporting world and this is was gets vomited over to me… a 10 minute interview with a steroid filled ex-criminal who can barely string a sentence… where is the justice in that?

*There is a short pause as the cameraman is shocked at Johnny’s off air rant*

Johnny: It makes me sick… and whats worse is he gets paid more then me! I mean c’mon

Cameraman: Carmen is in the building… ETA 1 minute

*Johnny sighes as he puts his hair in place, he then looks at the camera which gets set up straight, Carmen then enters the room and stands in place*

Cameraman: ACTION!

Johnny: WZCW.COM Fans we have a treat for you today… an interview with one of the biggest up and comers in WZCW – A man who has the chance to make history at WZCW Apocalypse by becoming the first Russian WZCW Elite X Champion, A Man who needs no introduction but by hell I’m gonna give him one as I fear for my life – it’s the one man Russian revolution who is without his ever present manager today Carmen Bratchny

*Carmen Stares Johnny down with a cold stare, Johnny gulps hard and offers Carmen a seat, both men sit down facing each other as the interview commences*

Johnny: Carmen, My First question is… Where’s Swindle

Carmen: Swindle got important letter so cannot make interview

Johnny: Important? Who is it from?

*Carmen still stares coldly at Johnny*

Carmen: I Not Know… I cannot read English

*Johnny Swallows hard trying not to laugh but cannot help it*

Johnny: HEH! *Cough* err.. What is your expectations going in to this fatal four way match?

Carmen: I expect to fight hard and not give up.. I know men in match will give everything to win but so will me. I have aim to win Elite X Belt at PPV… I will not… how you say… I will not… fail, I will not fail

Johnny: So you and swindle are still on good term?

Carmen: Yes, he just not here now

Johnny: Do you find it alarming that Swindle is not supporting you in your last on air interview before the ppv

Carmen: No

*Johnny waits for Carmen to elaborate… but he doesn’t*

Johnny: Does the fact the crowd boo you get to you?

Carmen: No.. Fans pay to see fight, they do what they want and me do what I want

Johnny: Do you have a particular target going in to the fatal four way?

Carmen: I look at 4 men and I want to hurt Red Mask Most. Red is Colour of Russian people and when I see him I think of Russian’s who betrayed me… Russian do bad thing, Russians who make me way I am

*Johnny sits for a moment shocked – not even he predicted that the Russian had any form of depth*

Johnny: So Carmen: The men… would you like to elaborate?

Carmen: Another Day… now is about match and at match I have one thing on mind and that one thing to to take Elite X Belt. Carmen Bratchny is not going to match to play games… Carmen Bratchny is not going to match to lose… Carmen Bratchny is going to match to hurt, to win and to begin new era in WZCW. Apocolypse is good name for pay per view because after match there will never be another Elite X belt winner – I keep forever

*Camrne then gets up to his feet and walks out of the interview in front of a shocked Johnny Klamour*

Johnny: He’s pretty good

*Scene fades*

​

 

[Lee]

We see a camera on night vision mode, scoping a park late at night.

As you can, see this is something I do quiet regularly, just waiting for something to happen. It's important to know your surroundings so you can make a quick appearance and a quick getaway.

The camera shows an old couple sitting on a bench. The camera jitters, and shows a clock in the distance, the time shows midnight and we hear the dongs start to go.

DONG
DONG

If you look at these two, they don't have a care in the world.

DONG
DONG

They should know better than to sit in a park by themselves at midnight.

DONG
DONG

As Bob Dylan said “Now at midnight all the agents and the superhuman crew come out and round up everyone that knows more than they do.”

DONG
DONG

The camera is turned around to show that Red Mask is the one holding the camera, sat in a tree.

So it's midnight, and I'm in Keystone Central Park, there's two old people over there, they're good citizens.

DONG
DONG

Are they the people who know more than I do? With their age and wisdom I am sure they do. Would I need to round them up? Heck no, they'd gladly tell me what they know, but the guy who is about to rob them is. See that bush there?

DONG
DONG

The camera shows a bush quite near the park bench.

That's my target. About 30 seconds and the elderly couple will stand up and begin to walk towards it, but as they get to it they will get attacked, that's where I come in.

The camera angle turns to being eye level with Red Mask, as though you were seeing what he was seeing, still in Night vision mode.

The elderly couple stand and with a smile begin to walk. Red Mask jumps out of the tree, camera still on his 'eye' view point.

Robber; STICK EM UP

Old man; No, please no! What do you want? We're good people.

Robber; I WANT YOUR WALLET! GIVE ME YOUR WALLET.

You can now see from Red Masks POV that he's on a sprint

The old man picks the wallet out of his pocket.

Red Mask; Put the wallet away!

Robber; WHO SAID THAT

Red Mask; Your worst nightmare.

Red Mask then grabs the arm of the mugger and very quickly pins him to the ground, handcuffing his hands behind his back.

Old Man; Thank you so much, you're a good man Red Mask

The elderly woman pulls out her wallet

Old Woman; Yes, let me give you this as a reward.

Red Mask; No, put that away, helping you is my reward.

Red Mask gives a thumbs up to the couple and they very quickly leave the opposite direction.

Red Mask; If I ever see you again, I will make sure your life is not worth living, do you understand me?

Red Mask turns to the robber who's still lay on the floor and gets in his face

Red Mask; DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!

Robber; You're a good guy Red Mask, you won't hurt me

Red Mask gets further into the guys face. The look of fear in the robbers eyes is evident.

Robber; Will you?

Red Mask walks off leaving the robber on the floor cuffed, not even looking at him. He then changes the camera angle to face himself once again.

Red Mask; Ah you're a good guy Red Mask, you fight for justice, truth and all that jazz! You're a good guy, yet you're a wuss! Red Mask is a wuss. Vengeance and Carmen Bratchny overpower me, things need to happen. Things need to heat up, I need to go 100% be a bit more, aggressive I guess you can say. At Apocalypse, you'll see how aggressive I can be like heroes such as Batman. They fight for what is right, but they're not wuss' about it. DO I THINK I CAN WIN? Yes, I wouldn't be in the match if not!

You see, Bratchny, Vengeance and Callahan desperate time cause for desperate measures. At Apocalypse you will see a side to this hero that you may never see again, but I just want you to know what I can do. Time is ticking until Sunday when I win the Elite X title.​

 

[Harthan]

The ever diligent backstage interviews, Leon and Becky, stand once again at the door to the locker room where, they have been told, the infamous Drake Callahan waits to discuss his Elite X Championship match at Apocalypse. They are, but of course, embroiled in debate over which of them will talk to him.

Leon: How many more times do we have to go through this? It's clearly your turn.

Becky: It is not! We're even, we have to decide somehow.

Leon: Fine. Not it.

Becky: What? No! Unfair! Look, what if we both do it?

Leon rubs his chin.

Leon: Well, I guess we could...strength in numbers, right? Maybe he'll be less...outrageous, if both of us are there.

Becky: We can only hope.

Suddenly, the door is flung open, and a grinning, drunken Drake Callahan stands in the doorway. He holds, as always, a beer in one hand and opens his arms wide.

Drake: Guys! Or, rather, guy! And girl! People! You're here.

Becky and Leon exchange glances.

Leon: Look, Drake, can we maybe make this quick...

Drake: Nonsense! Come inside, we'll have lunch!

He struts inside and the two interviewers nervously follow. He opens his locker and roughly pulls out a bottle of wine, which slops all over him. He holds it at arms and length and stares at the dripping wine.

Drake: Avast! Some contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch!

He peers inside the bottle and shrugs, before taking a long drink.

Drake: It still tastes good, though. You want some? He thrusts out the bottle, spilling more on the ground. Both interviewers stare nervously.

Becky: Um, no, we, um, we're not allowed to drink while we're working.

Drake stares incredulously.

Drake: Not allowed to drink! But...how? How could you not drink while you work? How can you possibly get through the day?

Leon: Well, Drake, most people aren't allowed to drink on the job. It tends to impair one's ability to...do anything constructive.

Drake: That's not true! I do a lot of things when I'm drunk! Like...like...drink!

Leon shakes his head.

Leon: Yes, Drake, you sure do. You've gotten really good at that.

Drake: Absolutely! Someone told me I had a drinking problem once, but I can't see how - I've pretty much got it down!

Becky and Leon groan.

Drake: What?

Becky: Nothing, can we move on?

Drake grins as he takes a deep drink of the wine he holds in one hand, then another of the beer.

Drake: I'd move anywhere with you, little lady... He sways a little bit, before shaking his head and grinning again. Becky only stares at him.

Becky: I'm leaving, Leon...

She starts to go, but Leon grabs her arm.

Leon: No, we're in this together. Come on. Let him ramble on about his match and we'll be done.

Drake is completely ignoring them, instead staring at his two bottles.

Drake: You know, guys, I can't decide which I like best...the wine, or the beer...they're both so good...

Leon: That's wonderful, Drake. Now is there anything in particular you wanted to say, or did you just want to tell us about the wonders of drinking some more?

Drake: I could certainly go on!

Becky: Oh, God, no...I mean, no, that's all right. Tell us about your match.

Drake nods extravagantly and sets the beer down. Then he stares confusedly, picks up the beer and sets down the wine. Then he sets down the wine, and picks up the beer.

Leon: Drake?

Drake: I can't decide which one to set down...

He stares for a few more moments of tense silence.

Becky: Um...

Drake snaps his fingers and sets both down. He starts to run out of the room.

Drake: Wait right here, I've got a great idea!

Becky and Leon stare at each other for a few moments. Time passes.

Leon: Is he coming back, or...

Suddenly Drake charges back into the room with a large plastic cup. Grinning and laughing like a maniac, he picks up the remnants of the bottles of wine and beer and proceeds to dump their contents into the cup, creating an awkwardly colored purple-golden mixture.

Drake: Behold! I shall call it...Beerwine! He furrows his brow. Or maybe...winebeer. Winebeer! He laughs some more and takes a long drink of it, smacking his lips. Excellent.

Leon and Becky have looks of disgust on their face.

Becky: He did not...

Leon: ...Just do that.

Becky: Did he?

Leon: I think he did.

Becky: Oh, Christ...

Drake, meanwhile, has been savoring his creation.

Drake: You guys want some? I think I should market this...

Leon: No, no, Drake, let's not do that. There's a match, remember that? A championship? Elite X Title? Can we focus on that, maybe?

Drake stares.

Drake: But...the winebeer.

Leon: Look, the winebeer is wonderful. You can make some more, after we leave. Let's talk about the match, shall we?

Drake: Winebeer...

There's a moment of silence. Drake drinks some of his concoction, shakes his head, and grins widely, filled with energy.

Drake: Right! There's a match! A match I'm in! And it's a big one! I, Drake Callahan, the Prophet, will become the Epic X...

Leon: Elite X, Drake...

Drake: Undaunted. Elite X Champion at Apocalypse! And I just have to defeat... He holds up his fingers, and slowly counts of three. He displays them. This many other guys!

Leon: Well, Drake, you'll be glad to know your opponents are as...interesting...as you are.

Drake: That's for sure. It's not every day I get to wrestle a superhero like Red Mask! Suddenly, he looks afraid. You don't...you don't think he'll use his superpowers, will he? 'Cause that would be cheating...right?

Becky: I'm sure he won't cheat, Drake...he's one of the good guys. She smiles despite herself.

Drake: Oh, good! 'Cause it would sure suck to be wrapped up in spider web, or hit with laser beams, or...hit with a boomerang.

Leon: And what do you think of Carmen Bratchny?

Drake is suddenly very angry and he furrows his brow.

Drake: I'll tell you what! I'm incredibly angry with him! I hate him!

Becky: Surprised. Why are you so angry?

Drake: Because that bastard killed Apollo Creed!

Leon and Becky put their heads in their hands.

Drake: On top of that, he can't even speak English! All, "Me am Russian, me scary. Gurr." Some people just can't talk good, you know?

Leon: Yes, those people...they don't talk...good. And, uh, Vengeance?

Drake: Vengeance is kind of freaky, to be honest with you. All this "Higher Power" that, and "Master" this, blah, blah, blah. I don't get it, man. This Vengeance, and that Bratchny, they're why I'm here preaching, Leon. They need to learn how to party! Drink, smoke, go crazy, do whatever! They need to chill out, and if the Prophet has to beat a little chill into them, then so be it!

Becky: And are you excited at your first chance to wear singles championship gold?

Drake: Babe, I've been preaching it since the day I was here - Drake Callahan is here to win titles. I gotta get a belt around my waist, so I can get some respect around here, and get the word out about the message! This is my first chance to really do that, and you can bet I'm not gonna let it go by.

Drake lowers his sunglasses, revealing fiery eyes.

Drake: At Apocalypse, Red Mask, Vengeance, Bratchny...you're all on my road to respect. You're in the way of the message. And if you decide to get in my way, well...

Drake raises his glasses up again.

Drake: Let's just say you can watch your neck. He grins widely.

He picks up his cup and raises it to Becky and Leon.

Drake: Well, if you'll excuse me, I've got some winebeer to make. Look for it in a store near you.

He leaves the locker room, leaving Leon and Becky slightly dazed behind him.

Becky: Well, at least that's out of the way.

Leon: Yeah, until next week, anyway...

Becky: Please don't remind me.

The two leave the locker room, and the room fades to black.

 

[Father:_Polley]

The rain is falling heavily as the camera opens on Vengeance standing in a deserted street, the only noise being that of the few stupid enough to brave the storm in their cars, and the unrelenting splash of rain falling on the ground. Water pours down around him, his hair and clothes stuck to him as he speaks

What forces a man to drive himself down a seemingly impossible path? A path that defies all logic and reason? Towards a goal which is unreachable? Why destroy everything in your path… one which you have already attained?

Lust? Money? Power? Vengeance?

The answer is simple, yet complex, obvious yet difficult to comprehend. But first… how can you comprehend the effect of one incident on a life? However small, it sends shockwaves which echo round the world and cause a tidal wave of destruction in another.

How can the death of one young woman lead to anything? How can Lei being taken from this world at the age of nineteen in a tragic accident cause three men to be left unconscious in the ring?

Imagine having to sit for days in hospital, waiting, watching, praying as one girl fights for life. The exhaustion, the tears and the hollow words of others as a shy, caring girl is slowly taken from this world.

Now imagine the pain you suffer having to watch members of your own family undergo the pain on a daily basis, as your brother mourns the loss of the one person he truly loved. How on his intended wedding day, he watched as doctors were forced to admit that his fiancée had slipped away. Listening to a grown man sob every night through the wall at the thought of losing his only love.

Skip forward and watch the pain repeated over and over as the man who did this is given five years for killing her. Do you see the injustice of one girl’s life for five years of a man who got behind the wheel of his car, drunk and tore a family apart? How a girl can die, but the man who kills her is unharmed?

Oh, you must see my intentions becoming clearer now. You see Drake, when I look at you, I relive those moments… I see my future sister-in-law, lifeless in a coffin, being lowered into the ground. I hear everyone telling me that ‘She is in a better place’, trying in vain to console the grieving. But no words can take away the pain I feel. People may see your actions as amusing or endearing, but I see you being responsible for a great loss, and rest assured Drake, you will BEG for leniency from the judge. But there will be no mercy, for I am your JUDGE. I will be your JURY, and I will be your EXECUTIONER.

Likewise, the punishment doled out to Red Mask pales in comparison to the hell I intend to unleash on the superhero of WZCW… the saviour of the downtrodden, friend of the crest-fallen. But when all is said and done, you are a fraud.

You are nowhere to be seen as innocents are massacred on a daily basis. You are not there to stop the endless violence of a husband towards his wife, nor the abuse of a child at the hands of an abuser. You aren’t there, and you weren’t there when my FAMILY NEEDED YOU MOST!!!

Lightning

You claim to be doing good, but the blood of all those you have failed cries out from the ground, yet no-one does anything about it.
Three times you have found yourself unconscious at my hands, and I intend on the fourth time being one you will wish to forget.

Finally Carmen and your aptly named manager. Thieves, murderers, all the crimes you have committed and yet you are free to walk and earn money to buy all you desire while those whose lives you have shattered lie in ruin and desolation.

You are not alone in the grief you have inflicted on others. There are many more in the world, and I intend on making them pay. For you see, at Apocalypse, the trial of your misdeeds WILL take place, and retribution will be meted out in accordance.

The rain has eased, and by the light of the streetlight overhead, Vengeance drops his head and kneels on the road.

Forgive me Master, for I have sinned. This is not your way, but it is a necessary task which will bring glory to your name, and gold to be laid before you as an offering. I do this for myself, but you shall reap the rewards of my labour.

The shot switches to his face, as water runs down his cheek. It in unclear whether this is a tear, or from the rain.
It falls and drips onto the street… blood red and falls into a puddle around Vengeance’s knees as the camera looks up towards the sky. Vengeance speaks again

The tears that have been shed, will be repaid in a reign of fire and blood. No-one shall be immune.