Apocalypse - Six Man Ladder Match - Mayhem Championship

[Phoenix]

The Killjoy Baez vs. Scott Hammond vs. Chris Jones vs. Gordito vs. Steven Holmes vs. Alexander Steele​

Since reclaiming the Mayhem Championship from Scott Hammond, Baez the Killjoy has been on an impressive run overcoming different opponents wanting to make their claim on the gold. The division has seen some interesting changes and the most beneficial has been the dropping of the 24/7 Rule, so the belt will be defended in the most natural of orders.

Now Baez has an even bigger challenge than at Kingdom Come with his belt being suspended high above the ring and the only way to retrive it is via the methods of a ladder, the bigger catch is that there are five other men who will be using the same method and have the same goal in mind. While Baez has some familiarity against Hammond, Jones and Gordito, the addition of Steven Holmes and newcome Alexander Steele will give the champion a run for his money. This match will be brutal as no man will look to back down to finally call himself the Mayhem Champion, can Baez overcome this tough encounter or will we see a new Champion rise once the dust has settled?

Deadline is Tuesday 22nd June 2010

 

[Low_Ki]

(The scene fades into a small house show arena with Becky Serra standing mid-ring. She is holding a microphone as the crowd can be heard cheering over her)

Becky Serra: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time it is my pleasure to introduce a man who has been thrusted back into the Mayhem Division and will compete in a Ladder match for the Mayhem Title at Apocalypse, please welcome Scott Hammond!!!

('When I'm Ere' by Roll Deep can be heard blaring from the PA system as the crowd gives a loud pop to Scott Hammond, who walks out from behind the curtain with a focused look on his face. He lets off a small smile before lifting his left arm into the air. He walks down the aisle and slides into the ring before climbing the far turnbuckle and raising his arm once again to a lifted pop. He stops back next to Becky)

Becky Serra: Now Scott, after last week on Meltdown, unfortunately you were beaten by Chris Beckford, who now has an opportunity at the Elite X Title come Apocalypse. What were your thoughts on last weeks defeat?

Scott Hammond: Well Becky, some people moan, hell I used to, and some accept it. Defeat isn't nice. But hey, this is life and I am ready to bounce back. But Becky before I continue, I need to address a few people. Firstly, Chris Beckford. Chris, you gave me one hell of an outing this week, and for that, I thank you for bringing the very best out of me. I can't tell you how exhilarating it was to have a match that didn't involve baseball bats and sledgehammers. With that being said, I am very much looking forward to getting back into the swing of things, pun definitely intended. But I'll come to that in a bit. Even though yourself and Blade failed to defeat Reynolds and Big Dave, I am rooting for you come Apocalypse and I hope you take that son-of-a-bitch Reynolds to the cleaners.

(Hammond re-adjusts and composes himself before moving into the mic again)

Scott Hammond: And as for you Reynolds, me and you, we are not finished yet my friend. Don't you dare forget that I hold a victory over you, sure it was by DQ, but that doesn't mean we don't have unfinished business. I have my eyes on you pal, and one day soon, maybe not tomorrow, nor next month, but one day, you will come face to face with me when you least expect it. That I promise you. And Reynolds, I'm putting my money on Beckford to beat you arse within an inch of your pathetic existence. Know that a smile will be running across my face when he is crowned new Elite X Champion.

(The crowd let out a loud pop)

Becky Serra: Okay Scott, well moving onto the next PPV on the calendar, Apocalypse, you have been entered into only the third ladder match in WZCW's history, competing in a six-man ladder match for The KillJoy...Baez's Mayhem Title. Now being a two-time Mayhem Champion, there has been a few critics who say that you are taking a step backwards in being entered into this match. What are your thoughts on the criticism and your opponents?

Scott Hammond: Come on Becky, critics? There are critics in all walks of life. Trying to please everyone all of the time is impossible. As far as my thoughts, I don't look at it as a step back at all. The last time I held the Mayhem belt I was a bit of a cry baby. I never saw the benefits of being in the Mayhem Division. The Mayhem Division is about cutting your teeth in this organization and if that means me having to step back into the division to sharpen up then that is exactly what I will do. And besides, walking into a six-man ladder match is one hell of an experience that I can draw on in my future here in WZCW. And lets face it, all of these people know I'm good for a third title reign right?

(The crowd on cue pops loudly)

Scott Hammond: Now as far as my opponents go. All bar The KillJoy, I haven't stepped foot in the ring with any of my opponents at Apocalypse. I'll start with Chris Jones. Now I have to say Chris, I was massively amused at you victory on Meltdown. You picked up one hell of a victory against John Sm...I mean Anita Dick. But don't take that as a personal attack. Hell, I had my dealings with Anita Dick and if I knew then what I knew now, I wouldn't have agreed to a match with her for fear of a reach around. Seriously though, you are a top athlete although the whole, 'cleanse the world' thing. I mean, you don't really believe your own hype do you? Don't get me wrong, I believed my own hype when I first got to WZCW, and I can tell you first hand, it doesn't work in your favor. You need to take it easy, and I know that is hard for someone who was trained by Lance 'if I could be serious for a minute' Storm, but hey, don't take yourself so seriously, its not good for your reputation around here.

Becky Serra: The next of your six opponents is a man who has made quite an impression in his first few weeks here in WZCW, Gordito. What are your thoughts?

Scott Hammond: Juan Gordo Ruiz...'The Dirty One', of all the new talent here in WZCW, he is the man I am most looking forward to seeing in the ring. For a smaller man he is technically sound. I was watching last week on Meltdown and I have to say Gordito, I was massively impressed with how far you took The KillJoy. And it was only a split second decision that allowed him to pick up the win. The punk look works, and you are definitely getting the crowd behind you. You and I are going to tear the house down come Apocalypse. Which is more than cane be said for 'The Elite' Steven Holmes.

(Crowd boos)

Scott Hammond: Now, Steven, I am not a fan of clones. And in a past life, which wasn't so far back, I considered myself the aristocrat. The only difference between you and the old me was money. You had it, and I did not. But hey, you the tight upper lipped type, and that is fine, I mean, Buckinghamshire is a lovely part of the UK if you can afford it. I went to Windsor once, nothing but steers and queers, and well, you don't much look like a steer to me.

(Hammond then lets out a little chuckle as he returns to the mic)

Scott Hammond: Sorry, that was my Full Metal Jacket reference, just had to get that out of my system. In all honesty though Holmes, you gave a good account of yourself on last weeks Ascension, but don't think for one second that you can walk into WZCW and think your better than me. You are looking at a man who already had a long history in this division and when you step into the ring at Apocalypse, across the ring from me, with the ladder in front of you, your heart beating quick inside your chest, I will have no trouble introducing you into the world that you supposedly want to rule. And now to you, Alexander Steele. The second generation star from Boston. A man who defeated rich boy Steven Holmes to enter the match at Apocalypse. I see from your credentials that you are an Olympic level mat wrestler and a joint-lock submission specialist. That, my friend is very impressive. I pride myself on my knowledge of submission wrestling, and isn't it ironic that we find ourselves in a match that requires non of the above. That's not to say that we cannot adapt our skills to better serve us both in the spirit of competition. Your impressive win last week against Holmes leads me to believe that you are going places. But do not get caught up in my praise. And let this be a warning to all of you excluding The KillJoy in this match. Next to The KillJoy, I am the most experienced man in this match in the Mayhem Division, and I will do whatever I deem necessary to succeed and climb that ladder and become a three-time, Mayhem Champion. Just to be clear, I will walk over all of your bloody carcasses to do it.

(The crowd let out another pop)

Becky Serra: Well Scott, there is only one man left for you to address...the Mayhem Champion The KillJoy...Baez.

Scott Hammond: Ah yes, The KillJoy. The man who has made me see the errors of my old ways. You and I have been down this road quite a few times over the last few months have we not Baez? To be honest, I have nothing but respect for you. We both hold victories against one another and you always seem to bring the best out in me. That night when I fought you as the Mayhem Champion, as I fought to take off your mask, I was so focused on unmasking you that for the first time I lost sight of why I came to WZCW. I came...to wrestle. I didn't come here to obsess about things that had little meaning to me. Your mask obviously means far more to you than anyone else here, and I guess I got lost in that. But hey, at least now, at Apocalypse, it may not be the rubber match that we wanted, but you and I will be riding into battle once more, and this time we have four other warriors to battle with. It going to be one hell of a train wreck, but rest assured, one the dust settles and the smoke clears, you are looking at the next WZCW Mayhem Champion.

('When I'm Ere' begins to blare out of the PA system as the crowd cheer for Scott Hammond as he thanks Becky Serra and leaves the ring via the middle rope. He walks up the ramp and up to the top of the stage. He raises his arm one last time before disappearing behind the curtain as the screen fades to black)

 

[FunKay the Inevitable]

We open in a dark hotel room. It is barely lit up by the lights of the city. It is a grand suite and is clean, everything looks as it should and nothing is out of place or messy. Stood in front of the window is Steven Holmes. Holmes is staring at the city. His stare is blank. There is no emotion. Suddenly a knock at the door. Holmes snaps out of his trance like state and turns.

Holmes: Yes?

A pause...

Jones: It’s Chris Jones.

Holmes puts on a weak grin and goes to open the door. He fiddles with the various locks and opens the door for Jones. Jones enters and looks at the locks and shoots a look of confusion to Holmes who closes the door.

Holmes: One can never be too careful. Someone in my--

Jones: I don’t care. What do you want?

Holmes’ look changes. Almost morphs. He now is dead serious.

Holmes: Very well.

Holmes walks past Jones and goes back to his position at the window.

Holmes: As you know, this Sunday is Apocalypse. We’ll be in the same match for the Mayhem Championship; The Six Man Ladder Match. The current situation is this, there are four of them and two of us.

Jones: Two of us?

Holmes: Yes, men of prestige, honour. Men who would do anything and go above and beyond.

Jones looks very annoyed that Holmes would compare himself with Jones.

Holmes: Those four men are a poison that must be eradicated from not only the Mayhem division but WZCW itself.

Jones now looks slightly more intrigued.

Holmes: Killjoy or Baez, whatever he goes by now, is a liar and a madman. Definitely not the kind of man we want running things. Gordito is a man who drinks and does drugs like it’s nobody’s business. They are appalling men. They shouldn’t even be allowed to have jobs let alone Championships and opportunities. These are not men, these are sinners! And Scott Hammond is no different. He represents greed in this twisted tail of lies and deceit. He goes after the Elite X Championship, a belt that only the few get a shot at and yet he also goes after the Mayhem Belt? This is a sign of greed and greed cannot be tolerated in the future. Greed is evil. Greed is a sin. And Alexander Steele is a gullible fool. I cannot trust him with the plan.

Jones is now very intrigued.

Jones: And where do I fit into this?

Holmes turns with a child-like smile on his face.

Holmes: You are the one. The one who will set the Mayhem division free. You are the one who will help me cleanse this company. You are the one who will secure the Mayhem Belt for--

Jones’ face suddenly drops as if he knows what he’s about to hear and he doesn’t like it.

Jones: For yourself? Is this what this is about? You’re right, these men are not men of high morals but you are o different to them. You are in fact the worst you are the thief, the trickster and the liar all rolled into one. You are my enemy more so than any of these men.

Holmes’ face changes once again to a look of anger.

Holmes: NO!

Holmes turns to face the window, he bows his head down. Suddenly he begins to shake...and weep. He is crying. Jones is confused

Jones: What in the..?

Holmes: You don’t understand, you just don’t get it. I hear it all the time. ‘You don’t understand’. ‘You don’t get it’. ‘You’re the worst’. I never chose to be like this. Do you understand that? I never asked to be rich and wealthy, the whole thing, it’s an accident. I enjoy it yes but at what cost? My soul is that what this whole thing is worth? 60? 70 more years of apparent happiness in exchange for an eternity of damnation? NO! I can’t let it happen. I won’t let it happen. What I need Chris is for you to trust me. I need you to realise that you are the perfect man to help me. You are a saviour, a man who can lead not only myself but the entire Mayhem Division & WZCW out of the darkness. There will be a new dawn at Apocalypse, a new era. It will be marked by your own ascension up the ladder to crown you champion. And I only wish to help you. I have money, resources anything you need is yours. WE could do so much together, accomplish so much. WE could lead WZCW into a new era. An era of prosperity and light. Please! I’m begging you.

Holmes drops to his knees and clasps his hands together as if praying to Jones. Jones is stunned by the impassioned speech. He isn’t sure what to believe. He is gobsmacked and there is silence for a few moments until...

Jones: I suppose we could try to work something out but I’m not promising anything.

Holmes leaps to his feet and grabs the hand of Jones and shakes it thoroughly.

Holmes: Thank You! Oh thank you.

Jones backs out of the handshake very quickly.

Jones: I have to leave but I’ll talk with you again at Apocalypse.

Holmes rushes to open the door for him.

Holmes: But of course.

Holmes smiles with tears in his eyes and once again begins to cry but this time with happiness. Jones leaves and Holmes, while weeping closes the door. Suddenly after a moment or two, the weeping turns into something much darker, a deep bellowing, evil laugh. There is madness in Holmes’ eyes. He rushes to the window to watch Jones leave.

Holmes: Fool. There shall be a new dawn at Apocalypse but it won’t be the dawn of the Chris Jones era, far from it. It will be the dawn of the Steven Holmes era. The era that sees prosperity and light return to WZCW. I am justice and law and I will carry out the sentence upon you and the rest of those fools at Apocalypse. And then I will become the Mayhem Champion and I can reap the benefits. It only just begins at Apocalypse. I will be a God. I will have a legacy remembered by all and forgotten by none.

Holmes begins to laugh once again as we fade out.

 

[falconsault]

Saturday, 12 June 2010
Louisville, Kentucky
Ascension Locker Room

Alexander Steele sits on the bench in front of the locker he claimed for the night, wiping the sweat from his face and shoulders, taking deep breaths, but sporting a smile on his face. It’s only his second match in WZCW, his first contracted match and he’s happy with how things have turned out so far. Just as he grabs his bag from the locker so that he can change and head out, Leon Kensworth bursts into the locker room.

He’s panting, as he stands in the door way, a camera man behind him and his microphone in his hand. It’s more than apparent that Leon ran from where ever he was just to make it to the locker room before Alex had a chance to leave. He puts a hand on his chest and holds up a finger, signaling that he needs a minute before he can ask Alex for an interview. Steele waits patiently before standing up and walking toward Leon Kensworth, who turns to face the camera behind him and wipes his brow, before motioning for the camera man to start recording.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here with WZCW’s newest addition to its ever growing roster, Alexander Steele.”

He takes a deep breath pausing, still somewhat out of breath from the run to the locker room. He just had to get an interview with Alex.

“Mr. Steele, you are a difficult man to catch, I tried to get an interview with you after the Battle Royale and again during that week. I’m glad I finally caught you as the fans want to know more about you.”

Alex raises an eyebrow as he listens and looks down at Leon, soon he looks up at the camera and offers a gentle smile and shrugs lightly about Leon’s statement.

“Alex, you had an impressive match with Steven Holmes gaining a victory in your first contracted match, can you tell us how you feel?”

The question almost seemed to have an obvious answer, one that Alex nearly left to be implied but he looked down at Leon and shook his head some.

“I can’t really tell you how I feel other than what you saw in that match. My neck hurts a bit, I’m a little short of breath, but all in all, I feel fine. I’m still alive and breathing and I made good on yet one more guarantee.”

Alex answered simply, he wasn’t one who enjoyed being interviewed, he disliked being led through a speech because he never knew where it was going to go, and he just had to hope for the best.

“Now, Alex, winning tonight’s match was a big step for you in the right direction. Beating Steven Holmes put you into your first ever WZCW pay per view, Apocalypse, in a ladder match for the Mayhem Championship. It would seem that you’ve impressed management so much that they felt you deserved a title match right away, any comments?”

He chuckled some, the news from Mr. Bateman had caught him off guard, and he had no idea when showing up that he’d be offered a title match. He couldn’t help but think that this match would make more history than WZCW currently knew.

“Leon, you seem like a nice guy, but I don’t exactly like giving out interviews. It’s the whole being led through that bugs me. I’ll give you this one comment and then you’ve got to go, I’m sorry. As far as Apocalypse is concerned, history truly will be made. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll find you when I’m ready to conduct a real interview.”

Alex smiled and took Leon by the hand, shaking it with him before ushering him out of the locker room, mouthing to him that he was sorry once more. Alex shook his head and walked back to the bench and sat down to change his clothes. He pulled off a boot and set it aside as he smiled, thinking about the events that happened tonight, prompting the scene to fade black.

Monday, 14 June 2010
Boston, Massachusetts
Steele Residence

The scene opens displaying Alexander Steele sitting on his couch, staring at a television, his eyes are focused and the lines in his forehead show that he is concentrating on whatever it is that he’s watching. He moves and leans forward, propping his elbows up on his knees as he watches intently. The scene pans around to show him from behind, and capture whatever it is that he’s watching. Next to his television is a stack of jewel CD cases and on the television are the images of Killjoy v. Scott Hammond from Redemption with the volume on mute.

It would appear that he’s got his hands on a copy of every show from Redemption until now and he’s studying every match that involves his upcoming opponents. His eyes follow the wrestler’s every move, watching for any signs of weakness or falters, even as he concentrates he begins to formulate plans, playing them out in his head and slightly shaking the ideas clear when they don’t work out in his head.

Suddenly the sound of the telephone ringing destroys the silence but he doesn’t flinch or even move for the phone, he knows that Mazi is home and will more than likely answer it. She knows that when he’s watching footage that he doesn’t like to be disturbed. The phone rings three times before it stops, he can only assume that either the caller hung up or that Mazi intercepted the call. He confirms the latter option when he hears her bare feet striking the wood flooring of his home.

“Alex, honey, you have a phone call.”

She speaks her voice quite as she walks up behind the couch, wearing one of his Sanctify t-shirts that cling to every curve of her body. Alex reaches for the DVD player remote and presses pause before he turns to face her, he forgets for a moment that there is a phone call for him as he looks at her with a smile, soon though sees the phone in her hand and sighs some.

“Who is it?”

He wants to know mainly to see if they can wait for him to be done or if it’s some urgent caller that needs his attention. He begins running through the list of possible candidates that could be calling for him, he knows it’s not Mr. Diamond or Mr. Rose, those two were all too happy to be rid of him. It could be Ava, she would call to interrupt him, but Mazi wouldn’t be so quite about it. Ashley wouldn’t call him so soon, so it could only be…

“It’s your dad.”

Mazi replied and confirmed his suspicions; the only person that would be calling so soon after his contracted debut was his father, Jason Steele. He sighed heavily and held out his hand for the phone. He wanted to get this over with as he could already hear what his dad was going to say, and none of it would be ‘I’m proud of you, son’.

“Hello?”

Alex spoke gently, he didn’t want to get into a shouting match with his dad and most certainly didn’t want to drag this out, and he thought that if he were polite over the phone that Jason wouldn’t keep him very long, it was wishful thinking because he knows it won’t be that way.

“So you got yourself a match at a pay per view for a title no less, that came awfully quick, just who’s ass are you kissing over there?”

There it was Jason had just set the tone for this entire conversation. Why couldn’t he acknowledge that his son had talent and was put in this match because he earned it? Alex just couldn’t understand all the admonishment he was receiving from his father.

“I’m not kissing anyone’s ass; I earned my spot in the match dad.”

He replied, keeping his cool and hoping that he wouldn’t provoke any more backlashes from Jason. It was always like talking to a wall with him, nothing Alex said would ever get through to him. Alex wanted to believe that his dad believed in him and was just being crass as an odd way of supporting and pushing him to work harder, but it didn’t work that way, Jason just plain and simply came off as a major jackass.

“Are you serious? You call that match of yours earning your spot? You barely made it past that Brit, even as a cripple I could’ve crushed his hopes and dreams easier than you clutched for victory. Hell, Jerzey would’ve had him crying like the spoiled little brat that he is within the opening bell.”

The young Steele shook his head and rolled his eyes, his dad was still going on about how much better his biggest rival was than his son. This is what he could only hope that his dad figured was encouragement, but the old cripple had to know that it didn’t work, so why continue doing it?

“I know dad, I know, Jay Jerzey is the greatest thing to professional wrestling since steroids.”

He was tired of the put downs already, he’d spent the last year of his professional wrestling career being put down and he was damned tired of it, so he chose to go the sarcastic route. He knows what this will bring from his father and right now he’s on the verge of hanging up, but that has worked so well in the past.

“Listen here you little fucking punk you left Diamond’s promotion because you couldn’t handle the competition there. You wanted an easy way out and now you’ve got your ass in hot water with WZCW. You’ve had two very unimpressive wins and you are going to suffer an agonizing defeat at this pay per view that you couldn’t possibly be ready for.”

Jason spoke, his voice carrying the anger of a thousand devils, and at this point Alex had already pulled the phone from his ear and laid it down on the glass coffee table in front of him. Mazi watched from behind the couch as he calmly reached for the remote and pressed play. Alex had taken enough verbal abuse today and was ignoring the situation at the moment as he resumed watching the video footage from Redemption. Mazi shook her head slightly at this sight as the scene faded to black.

Wednesday, 15 June 2010
Meltdown Recording Studio

The Boy of Steele stands in front of a black back drop, arms crossed over his chest, shielding the word ‘Truth’ from the recording camera’s view. The look on his face indicates one of deep thought, as if he were still planning out what it is that he wants to say in regards to his upcoming match. He takes a deep breath and looks up from his world of the void and into the camera, his demeanor instantly changes as he smiles lightly at the camera.

“I’ve spent a long time thinking this over, ever since I was named the victor over Steven Holmes, do I really deserve this title shot? This will be my second contracted match here, and while I won’t turn it down, I do realize that there are certainly other that may be more deserving, like Steven Kurtesy or someone else who’s been here twice the time that I have.”

“In a mere three weeks of being notified that WZCW was interested in signing me, I’m being handed a title shot on a pay per view. Now, yes I had to earn it by beating a very talented individual but isn’t it too soon? I came to WZCW to further my experience in this world of professional wrestling not just to display my skills at this trade. While I will not deny taking part in this match, I will wonder why I was chosen over others.”

His thought process becomes clear; Alex doesn’t believe that he’s not experience enough or good enough to take part in this match, but that he’s too green to WZCW. He feels that some of the other veterans should have been offered the chance to hold the Mayhem title before him, but he will not back down.

“Regardless of whether or not I feel now is the right time for a title match, I am involved with it and I will face all five other competitors head on, giving them everything that I have to give. All of my blood, sweat, and tears, because to me, this isn’t about each of the competitors, but about giving the fans, the kind of match that they deserve. They want to see mayhem from this division that is exactly what they’re going to get.”

He pauses as the smile fades from his face and he shifts his stance, dropping his arms from being across his chest. Alex appears to be more serious about the situation now, his voice still calm and his facial expressions telling the story of a determined man.

“Each man is going to claim that they are going to walk out of Apocalypse as the Mayhem Champion, from Baez all the way down to Steven Holmes, no one is going to stand before any of you and state that they aren’t going to win the title. The truth of the matter is, that only one of us can leave that arena as the champion, so only one man will be telling the truth, the other five will all be caught in a lie.”

“So far, we’ve only really heard from the previous champion, a mister Scott Hammond, a man I understand to have at one time been an aristocratic prick now stands on the opposite spectrum and praises rookies he feels deserve it. While I thank you, Mr. Hammond, for the praise I do take it with just an ounce of salt. I mean not to disrespect you, but you’re praise fails to shutter your ego.”

“I listened to what you had to say, about me, about everyone in the match and making your claim for the title. You sound very convinced that you will walk away the champion due to your extensive experience of this division. What you fail to take into account is that Mayhem divisions are everywhere in professional wrestling, while it’s called the Mayhem division here in WZCW some other place may refer to it as a Barbaric division. Not to mention you spoke of my skills being mostly worthless. I don’t know about you, but if I can dislocate or shatter any lower appendage joints, I believe that one’s chances of climbing a ladder become non-existent.”

Alex takes a moment to roll his head along his neck, letting the slow movement stretch his muscles and relax him. He still carries the air of seriousness to him, as he is all business right now. What he has to say seems very thought out and well planned.

“You see, I’ve given that statement of yours the most thought of all, it would be so easy to eliminate someone for the duration of the match by leaving them lying unconscious after being choked out. Maybe dislocate both shoulders, while one can still climb the ladder, they won’t be reaching for any strap, let alone unhooking it to claim victory. The hip, knee, or ankle I could snap and put someone on the shelf for months and ensure that there will be no ladder climbing. So, as you can now understand Mr. Hammond, people like us, the submissionist with true skill, are ultimately the most dangerous being in any match up, even it is a ladder match, because to truly win the match you have to ensure that no one else can climb the ladder.”

“And like I stated before, this Mayhem division isn’t the only one around, I’ve had my fair share of hardcore matches and even held a title that WZCW will not recognize in a division just like this one, so while you believe that you and Baez have the most experience, you fall into the same hole that Steven Holmes did last week, you underestimate what could be your biggest opposition.”

At this point he takes a deep breath and looks away from the camera that is recording his every moment. He blinks a few times while staring down at the floor, shifting his weight from both legs to his right, making it obvious that he’s been standing in this spot for quite some time.

“This brings me to Mr. Holmes; while he is a very talented individual, he is also very confused. He may not seem it, and it may appear that he has a plan for everything, but the man is truly confused. Forming an alliance in this type of match may seem like the way to go, but only chaos will reign once that bell rings. No one will be friends or allies and every man will be out for themselves, to include you Mr. Holmes. What’s funniest is that you referred to me as the gullible one.”

“If Chris Jones falls for your little plan, then he deserves whatever it is that you plan to do to him once he’s in your way. Only a man who cannot truly think for them self would buy into such an obscure plan as yours. Your own words give you away, talking of greed as if you have none. Be honest, the true reason you didn’t bother with this ‘gullible fool’ is because you knew I’d make you eat your words.”

Alex smiled lightly as he lifted his head, talking about Steven Holmes gave him some joy, he had enjoyed their match and felt that it set a nice pace for the entire card. He shook his head and shrugged slightly as he looked back into the camera.

“Gordito, Chris Jones, Baez, and even Scott Hammond, I don’t know you men, now that’s not to say that I don’t know of you, but I do not know you. I’ve sat around all weekend, up until this day, and watched all the footage that I can of you individuals, but I will not ever know you men until I’ve been in the ring with you. I can prepare 24 hours a day for this match, but nothing will give me the knowledge I need like actually standing toe to toe with you.”

“I know Steven Holmes for the most part, I know what he’s mostly capable of and I know how to counter him. You other four are my challenge, one that I hope to overcome. Like I said before, I don’t know that I even deserve this title shot, but I’m going to go out there and give the fans the kind of mayhem that they seek. WZCW will make more history here than they think. I wish you all good luck and please don’t choke.”

Alexander smiles at the camera once more and takes a deep breath, he knows that he didn’t say very much about Jones, Gordito, or Baez but he just doesn’t have the information that he needs and he won’t until after Apocalypse. He is determined to be satisfied by his performance; win or lose he will not be ashamed. The scene begins to fade to black as Alex moves away from the backdrop, more than likely about to head home.

 

[ZeroVX]

*camera cuts to the locker room area backstage where Leon Kensworth is standing by. A loud cheer echoes from elsewhere in the building, indicating that they're at a house show*

Kensworth: Ladies and gentlemen, at Apocalypse, what looks to be one of the most brutal matches in WZCW history will happen. The third ever ladder match in WZCW will take place, as six men all try to climb and attain the Mayhem Title. I'll try to get an interview with one of those men now, The Savior Chris Jones.

*just as Kensworth finishes his sentence, Jones enters the frame, wearing only the pants of his typical wrestling outfit. He walks past Kensworth with barely a glance, and heads to the other side of the room where he starts to put on his gloves*

Kensworth: So, Chris Jones, what is your mindset coming off of your victory on Meltdown last week against John Smith....or Anita Dick....or whatever-

*Jones sighs angrily, removes his gloves and walks past Kensworth again, into another room while slamming the door behind him*

Kensworth: ....uh...

*the sound of running water briefly comes from said closed door before Jones exits the room again, rubbing his hands together*

Kensworth: ....what was that about?

Jones: I just washed my hands for the fifteenth time today, Kensworth. Would you like to know why?

Kensworth: ...OCD?

Jones: That's a myth, Leon. No, it's because every time I think about the fact that I had a match with a closest transvestite, I feel like my hands are contaminated with some foul disease. And it doesn't help that nitwits like you keep coming up to me, asking such wonderful questions like "hey, what was it like touching a tranny?" or "did he try and come on to you during the match?" As if I need to be reminded that I was in there with a freak of nature.

*Jones walks back to his original spot and resumes dressing*

Jones: The only positive out of this is that I beat it so soundly that it was promptly fired by management. The first smart move they've made since I've been here.

Kensworth: The first? Would the second be putting you into this match for the Mayhem Title?

Jones: Only if their intention was to kill off the Mayhem Division once and for all, because that's what I plan to do once I win.

Kensworth: ...what exactly do you mean by that?

Jones: Oh no, you're not finding out the plan before it's put in place, Kensworth. You want to know, you'll just have to find out like everyone else.

Kensworth: ...let's move on, then. As you're aware, five men will be in that match with you, competing for the same prize. One of these men you've already faced and lost to.

Jones: If you're referring to Gordito, that's inconsequential. One victory does not a champion make. That's basic knowledge, even a scrub like you should know that. Gordito's harmful lifestyle and mindset will catch up with him, and when it does, he'll realize that, in the end, I was right all along. He'll have no one to blame but himself for his actions.

Kensworth: I'd like to think that him getting a title shot before you means he's closer to being a champion than you are.

*Jones glares at Kensworth*

Jones: Are you TRYING to piss me off today, Kensworth?

Kensworth: .....anyway, another man in that match will be one that's not only a stranger to you, but everyone else. The newest member of the WZCW roster, Alexander Steele.

Jones: That second-gen guy?

Kensworth: Right.

Jones: Disaster in the making.

Kensworth: ...and you're basing this off of what, exactly?

*Jones starts adjusting his elbow pads*

Jones: When it comes to next-generation wrestlers, one of two things will happen to them. They'll either try to fill their father's boots and find that their feet are too small, or try to escape their father's shadow and wind up running off a cliff. Alexander seems to be heading for the second one, judging from his father's reputation. And when you're trying to escape the shadow of an independent wrestler, the cliff you're heading towards is much shorter than usual. Don't get too attached to him, he'll be gone before you know it.

Kensworth: ...are you always this bitter?

Jones: Trust me, I'm practically cheery right now.

Kensworth: What about Scott Hammond? He's the veteran in this match, having already held the Mayhem Title before. What's your gameplan when it comes to him?

*Jones frowns, tying his shoes*

Jones: What gameplan do I need when it comes to him? He already has his hands full with Reynolds and the Elite X Title. Not to mention that he hasn't been a part of this division for a while now. He won't be used to these conditions, will make mistakes, and have his attention divided. I can't even consider him a factor in this match.

Kensworth: What about the biggest factor of this match, Killjoy? After all, he's the defending champion and may be slightly hungrier than you, considering he wants to keep his title.

Jones: Oh, trust me, Killjoy is NOT hungrier than I am when it comes to this match. Killjoy may want to preserve his title reign and keep his run at the top of the Mayhem Division going, but he has something to lose. I don't. I'm walking into this with nothing and planning on leaving with something. That means I'm just a little bit more willing to risk my own well-being, whereas he isn't. He'll try and play it safe, not willing to take risks and possibly lose what he cares so much about. That'll be his downfall, leaving me to take his title and follow through with the plan to end the Mayhem Division.

Kensworth: Again with this "plan". This wouldn't have anything to do with Steven Holmes, would it?

*Jones pauses for a moment before putting on his overcoat*

Jones: I take it you've heard the rumours, then?

Kensworth: That you and Holmes are now working together? I heard something to that effect, yes.

Jones: *turns to Kensworth* Alright, then let me address that. Holmes and I are not going to be the next big tag team, dominate the division and win the tag titles or anything like that. I made the mistake of joining the division once, and I don't intend to repeat that mistake.

Kensworth: Alright, but are you two working together? Will we see an alliance during the Mayhem ladder match?

Jones: ...Kensworth, when you've walked this path as long as I have, you run into people who say they are sympathetic to your plight. Over time, you learn to distinguish the heroes from the bullshitters. And, to be blunt, as I usually am, I was surprised to find that Holmes' tongue hadn't been permanently stained brown.

Kensworth: You think he's lying to you?

Jones: I KNOW he was lying to me. First of all, if he had such a problem with his wealth, all he had to do was give it away. I'm betting plenty of homeless bums would be happy to accept a donation or two from him. Second, his emotions changed way too quickly. This is a sign that he's either mentally ill or acting. And considering I've seen mentally ill people before, I can tell you without a doubt that he was acting.

Kensworth: OK...but why? Why would he lie to you, specifically?

Jones: Well, I have an idea or two. One would be that he felt I would be the most gullible. After all, I'm the one who burns any bridges he makes and seem to be on a fruitless one-man crusade. Some help would be appreciated, no doubt. He probably figured I'd be so eager for assistance that I'd take his words at face value. In doing so, he could easily double-cross me and take the title for himself.

*Jones then pulls up the hood of his overcoat*

Jones: The other scenario is that he wasn't completely lying. He does want to change this company or the world or whatever. His reasons are just different than mine. I want to change things because I genuinely want the world to be better. He probably figures a changed world would be better to control. He told me that greed was a terrible sin, and make no mistake, he was right about that. But a greater sin than greed is that of pride. It's pride that drives man to greed, or wrath, lust, envy, or whatever. Pride convinces one that they are better than they are, and deserve rewards they have no right to be near. It's that belief that drives Steven Holmes' actions. And it is that belief that will end him. After all, "pride goeth before a fall". And when a man of Holmes' "elite" stature falls, the fall is long, and the landing is hard.

Kensworth: Well, very strong words from The Savior Chris Jones heading into Apocalypse. I guess the only thing I have left to ask you is how you plan to deal with the conditions of this match, that being the use of the ladders?

*Jones grins slightly, then walks past Kensworth, heading to the ring. Kensworth frowns for a second, then follows him out*

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*the camera cuts to ringside as "Amaranth" by Nightwish comes on. Jones comes out without his usual pyro as the crowd boos loudly. Jones walks to the ring, then stops and lifts the ring cover, pulling out a ladder and putting it in the ring. He goes to set it up as Kensworth arrives at the ring*

Kensworth: Chris Jones...what exactly are you doing?

*Jones grabs a microphone and looks at the ladder*

Jones: Would I be right in assuming that this is high enough to grab the title?

Kensworth: I....I would guess so....I don't know.

Jones: *starts to climb the ladder* Now, this isn't my first ladder match. It's my first with this company, but not my first ladder match. It's my first for the Mayhem Title, but not my first ladder match. But even if it was, it wouldn't matter.

*Jones gets to the top of the ladder and stops, sitting on the top*

Jones: You see, all of us who plan on participating in this are no strangers to pain. We understand what it's like to really, truly hurt, to feel so bad that you just want to curl up in your bed and die, except you can't because you can't move. But...as it turns out, I have a slight edge over the other men in this match. Something that ensures my victory.

Kensworth: And just what would that be?

*Jones looks down at Kensworth for a moment, and then, still grinning his usual wide grin, pushes himself off of the ladder, quickly falling and hitting the mat below with a sickening thud. Kensworth runs over to check on Jones for a moment, before signaling for help. A few referees and officials run down to the ring, checking on Jones as the crowd remains silent, unsure of how to react. They begin to pick Jones up, but he soon starts moving on his own, moving away from the officials. He grabs Kensworth mic and looks at the ladder*

Jones: ....heh...you see...?

*Jones then starts climbing the ladder again, the officials below him trying to convince him to come back down*

Jones: Gentlemen....who will be facing me at Apocalypse.....tell me something....

*Jones slowly makes it to the top, leaning over the top of the ladder, and staring at the camera, grinning all the while*

Jones: If I'm willing....to do this....to myself....what hope do YOU have of stopping me?

*Jones starts laughing weakly before dropping the mic. The camera slowly fades to black as Jones keeps laughing, barely holding onto the top rung of the ladder*

 

[ABMorales787]

The scene opens in what appears to be a High School Soccer field. Baez is shown in the center of it with a bag full of Soccer balls. He's dressed in his standard ring wardrobe minus the jacket with the Mayhem title on his shoulder. He has a wired microphone in hand. There is a very small crowd sitting on the bleachers of approximately 20 people.

Baez: Welcome, ladies and gents to the very first, and probably only, MNINB World Cup of Soccer!!!

The people in the bleachers give out a loud pop.

Baez: Yes! And in case you're wondering what the MNINB Cup stands for, let me tell you. This. Is the "My Name Is Now Baez" World Cup! WOOO!

A Baez chant begins and the camera shows the people making a wave.

Baez: Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! Six men, a dozen ladders and only one championship! Who will claim victory? I don't *me* know! *me* I'll tell you one thing, the champ has it hard. Lets run down the contestants of this stellar contest! First up, he's fat! He's dirty! He smells like rotten cheese, it's Gordito!!! Yes, this is the man who a few weeks ago had a great showing with the reigning champ, but at the end of the day... HE LOST!!!

Baez takes a ball out the bag, places it on the ground and kicks it. It bounces off the goal post rail. Missing by less than an inch.

Baez: Ohhh... So close... Does it count as a goal? Nope! The hell it doesn't. Our next two participants in the cup are Steven Holmes and Chris Jones! While Chris has been knocking for an opportunity at the champion, he has yet to face him one on one. Meanwhile Steve Holmes is a rookie, who managed to take the EurAsian Champ to the outer limit. One man thinks he's Jesus Christ, but nags more than my mother-in-law. Meanwhile, the other guy is just an "aristocrat". Yup. Like that butler in that Disney movie. He stole cats. Because that etiquette crap... Was crap. Enough said, all the etiquette in world won't help him win a damn Ladder match. Nor will acting like a born again Punisher.

Baez pick another ball out the bag and places it on the ground. He kicks it but the ball does not reach the goal post. Staying at least 5 feet away from it.

Baez: Not. Even. Close. Our next two participants, one is a dark horse. Stench from the poo infested ranch included. Nobody knows what he can do even though he's a wrestler, Alexander Whatshisname! The other is a very familiar face. The previous champion. A man, who has actually beaten the current champion in the past. This is Scott Hammond! Now, these two athletes have very, very little in common. *as far as I know* They do share a similar future in The 'Z. This announcer may not be a Serafina, but he can still see past the broken glass. A reflection. Of past and future. I see Scott's past reflecting as his future and it also reflect on Alex Whatshisface's. There will be defeat. There will failure. There will be cliches. And dammit to hell, I can't do this poetic crap!

Baez takes yet another ball from the bag before kicking it. This time it goes over the goal post and all the way to the street.

Baez: Clearly that ball does not want to be in this park. But I know damn well what these five people are looking for. And no, it's not the Mayhem title. What they are looking for is non other than grade A, purely concentrated, unadulterated, "momma I need my vitamin Mayhem" dose of Kickassery!! An item of which will gladly be delivered by the one and only, one of a kind, Heavy Metal Monster. The man who is the embodiment. ME!! The reigning champ! You don't like it? I don't give a damn! Sunday, when I stand in the top of the ladder, looking down on my opponents, as I grab and detach MY title, you will know, that Revolution Has Been Televised. This concludes the first and only MNINB World Cup.

Baez grabs the last ball in the bag and places it on the ground. He looks directly at the camera and aims for it. He effectively kicks the ball and hits the camera knocking it down. A thump is heard as well. Presumably the cameraman was struck as well. On the ground, the camera still functions and shows Baez reaching for the bag again. Except this time he pulls out a Vuvuzela horn. He begins to play the annoying instrument as the feed is lost.

 

[DirtyJosé]

[Backstage in the locker room area, Gordito sits upon a wooden bench in front of a row of lockers, wearing his usual ring attire. A locker near him is open, with dirty shirts and socks poking out. There is a short cart with a small television set standing on it placed in the center of the aisle, which Gordito is watching. He is seemingly alone in the room.]

...Killjoy is up and fly's shoulder first at Gordito's neck. Smashmouth connects, sending both men through the table. Killjoy drapes an arm over Gordito. 1... 2... 3.

Harrys: Here is your winner, and still Mayhem champion, The KillJoy... Baez.

Copeland: Well Jack, Killjoy or Baez, whatever he wants to be called, picked up and impressive win tonight.

Cohen: I don't know how impressive it was Jack, Gordito certainly took the supposed face of Mayhem to the limit.

[Gordito does not seem upset or angry watching the previous week's loss, but instead watches with an amused face, looking proud of his work. His attention is taken away from the screen when he hears the door open, and looks up to see a sheepish looking man in a rather plain looking business suit enter the room.]

Leon: Mr. Gordito? Hi, I'm Leon Kennedy and...

Gordito: Leon, come on in, buddy! I was hoping I'd get to meet you soon!

Leon: You are? I mean, can I have a moment of your time, Gordito?

Gordito: Pull up a seat, Leon!

[Gordito pats the area of the bench next to him as he says this. Leon takes a seat, but keeps some distance between the two.]

Leon: Gordito, I was sent here to ask you about your PPV debut match at Apocalypse, and about your 2nd shot at the Mayhem title. What the WZCW Universe wants to know is....

[Leon is distracted by the paused video momentarily.]

Leon: ...What are you watching? Is that last week's Meltdown?

Gordito: Oh yeah, did you get a chance to see this? Of course you did! You got here at just the best part.

[Gordito starts the video again, picking up where he left off.]

Chris jones runs down the ramp with a ref close behind him. He slides into the ring and goes for the pin. The second ref slides into the ring and makes the count. 1... 2... the pin is broken up by Steven Holmes who ran through the crowd with a ref of his own. Holmes throws Jones outside of the ring and goes to pin Killjoy. 1... 2... Killjoy kicks out. Holmes with some forearms, goes and grabs the trash lid. He is about to hit Killjoy with it, but Jones has re-entered the ring and has the other lid. The two exchange strikes until "When I'm Ere" hits and Hammond walks down the ramp with a kendo stick. He steps into the ring and Holmes goes to strike him, but Hammond hits him first with the kendo stick. Jones goes to hit him after, but Hammond ducks him and hits him over the head with a kendo stick. Holmes and Jones roll out of the ring. Hammond circles the ring and then swings to his side. Killjoy is there and he grabs the stick. The two men hold onto the kendo stick and stare at each other as Gordito stands up against the ropes.

[Gordito pauses the video again]

Gordito: And you know what, I knew good things were going to come from that match!

Leon: Good things? But what about...but you lost...I don't think I follow you Gordito.

Gordito: Didn't you see what happened there, Leon? Don't you get it? The Killjoy and I, we inspired those guys. Jones, Holmes, even Hammond, a Mayhem veteran...they all wanted in, too. They all watched as Baez and I pushed each other to our limits, as we danced our violent ring tango, and couldn't take it anymore. They had to have a piece! And I don't blame them! That kind of energy is infectious. So of course they came running out. The Mayhem Division changed that night, and all because The Killjoy and I had a little fun together!

Leon: The Mayhem Division did change that night, but not necessarily because of yourself and The Killjoy. Bateman and Myles have overturned the 24/7 rule of the Mayhem Title, closing the book on one chapter in that title's history. Do you think that maybe these steps like that were taken to discourage the brand of chaos that excites you?

Gordito: The change in the 24/7 rule doesn't take the chaos out of the Mayhem Division, it simply focuses it. All that's different now is that Baez might sleep better at night now. The path to the title is just as clear as it ever was: go out and make a statement, make an impact, and show the fans and WZCW management that you mean business. Just because I can't lay out the champ at McDonald's anymore doesn't mean I can't still pave my own way to that belt.

Leon: But the field is quite crowded now. We've had a lot of new talent coming through these doors recently, yourself included. Many of them have ended up in the Mayhem Title hunt with you. Winning that title now may be more difficult than it's ever been in the recent past. Are you worried about that at all?

Gordito: Worried! HA!

[Gordito starts chuckling, stops when he realizes Leon is being serious and is now staring at him, and starts again only louder.]

Gordito: Yeah, I'm worried....wooo, that's a good one. One thing you will walk away from me today knowing is that I don't get afraid or worried about things like that. In fact, I relish it. I love competition, I want my opponents to be driven and ruthless. If they aren't pushing themselves to the breaking point to earn their glory, it means nothing when I do. Mayhem isn't about the easy road, it isn't about about the safe choice. Mayhem is about shock and awe, about the art of violence! It's about turning the dial to 11, and then breaking the dial off! I feel totally confident that I'll be able to keep the Dirty Train rolling leaving Apocalypse, and I feel that way because of my opponents, and not despite them.

Leon: I'm sure your opponent's will be looking for every opportunity to derail you, so to speak. On Meltdown, Bateman and Myles announced that your opponents in the match would be current Mayhem Champion The Killjoy, former champion Scott Hammond, "The Savior" Chris Jones, "The Elite" Steven Holmes, and a mystery sixth opponent. On Ascension, newcomer Alexander Steele was revealed as the sixth man. Some of these guys you've had matches with before, but some of them are new to you. Likewise, while you've had experience with group matches in the recent past, this will be your first ladder match in WZCW. Are you ready to take this on, Gordito?

Gordito: As ready as I'll ever be. I've watched the tapes, I've trained and practiced. I even had some friends over the other night for brews and chicken fights atop a ladder in my backyard! Of course, they aren't near the competition I'll be facing at Apocalypse, but it was good for a few laughs and to help nail down some things like timing a Diving Elbow Drop from the top. I mean, how else do you prepare for something like this? Once that bell rings, any and all preparation we all have goes right the hell out the window, and it degenerates into war. Strategies? Tactics? Yeah, I got some: "Climb fast and hit harder". This match with Baez alone in it would be hard enough to win. The man does not quit. He does not give up. If he is still breathing, he is searching for a way to lay you out, for a way to take the advantage back. There is no resting around Baez, not until after the match. Goddamn, it's great fighting with him because of it.

[Gordito gets up and starts rewinding the video as he continues to speak.]

Gordito: Scott Hammond, former Mayhem Champion. I thought he was gunning for the Elite X Title these days. Oh well, the more the merrier. His match against Baez a few weeks back impressed the hell out of me. You know who else impressed me recently? Alexander Steele. Steven Holmes is no slouch. He may have a big mouth, and a big ego, but behind his posturing I can see the fight in him. He's the kind of guy that wants to look totally in control, he wants everyone to see him cool as a cucumber. But he's only a few wrong turns from snapping. His "elite" image is a poorly built brick wall, and when you start kicking out the support bricks the whole thing will collapse, leaving you to deal with a very ruthless and powerful opponent who will stoop just as low, if not lower, than the rest of us to come out on top. So it is no small feat that Steele won against Holmes in his first WZCW singles match. I don't need to know anymore about him other than he's new and hungry, just like I am, and if he's anything like I am he'll be a threat out there. Let's just hope Holmes doesn't spend his opportunity to earn the belt going after Steele to teach him a lesson.

[Gordito notices that he's rewound father than he intended to. He skips forward to the scene he wanted to find, and then stops the video to continue speaking again.]

Gordito: And I guess that just leaves us with Chris Jones.

[Gordito loses his usual smile and stares off for a moment after saying that name.]

Gordito: Leon, it takes a lot for me to not like somebody. I even like that hard ass Klamor. But do you know who I don't like? Bullies and preachers. And our boy Jones is a delightful mixture of both these things. I don't care how rough a match I have with him, or how many other times we are going to butt heads around here. It's one thing to have a rivalry with someone, and to attack them and insult them to get under their skin, but it's another thing to go on and attack the fans, and to criticize the people responsible for your career. The Dirty One will not tolerate anyone berating the fans for paying their hard earned cash to watch us do what we do! If you don't like it, quit, go home, start a support website about it, and maybe take up quilting. Otherwise, you're just blowing smoke our of your ass. I'm going to make certain that the fans get everything they pay for and more come Apocalypse, even if it means dropping Chris Jones from the ladder with the Meteor of War!

[Leon looks a little surprised by Gordito's sudden change in mood.]

Gordito: It's been said that the Mayhem Championship is the backdoor to the WZCW Championship. That's none of my concern right now; Mayhem is my home. Mayhem is where I belong! No limits, no rules, everything at one hundred miles a minute...this is how I've chosen to live my life, and that is what Mayhem represents. I hereby pledge allegiance to Mayhem!

[Gordito places his right over his heart and looks up and forward.]

Gordito: And that pledge is a promise that The Dirty One will do absolutely everything in his power to ensure that the Mayhem Division is the most exciting, explosive, and energetic product the fans can get their hands on! I will not waver in my dedication to kicking heads and busting skulls in the name of Mayhem! At Apocalypse, I will give everything I am to Mayhem!

[Just as quickly as it had disappeared, Gordito's smile returns to him. He turns to face Leon again.]

Gordito: So, did you want to watch this part with me before you go?

Leon: Go? Oh! Uh, yeah sure.

[Gordito cues up the tape again.]

Gordito: I may have been wrong a bit earlier; this is probably the best part of the last Meltdown...

Gordito reaches under the ring and produces a bowling ball case. He takes the bowling ball out and puts his fingers in. The crowd is cheering in anticipation as he lines up in front of Killjoy. He swings and lets go, the ball bouncing off of Killjoy’s nuts. Killjoy falls over holding his balls.

[Gordito is laughing hysterically while Leon has cringed and instinctively reaches to protect his own crotch as he watches the hit.]

Gordito: I should get him some flowers and a nice card for that one, since I don't think he'd appreciate a six pack. Ah damn though, I gotta watch that again...

Leon:....I can't watch that again...

[Leon gets up quickly to leave as Gordito reaches to rewind the video yet again.]

Leon: Well listen, it was great to meet you and good luck out there at Apocalypse, I gotta go!

[Gordito turns to say good bye to Leon, only to see him jet past out the locker room door. He waves instead, and then returns to viewing the video.]