AS11 - Frankie Smith vs. Karnage (Elite X Championship)

[Phoenix]

A Kingdom Come rematch will occur this week as Frankie Smith will redefend his title against a very adamant Karnage who feels some injustice occured during his title opportunity. The board of directors have consulted and agreed to the rematch taking place on Ascension to resolve the issue between champion and challenger once and for all.

Deadline is Tuesday 9th March 2010 23:59 EST

 

[Dave]

Both men struggle to get to their feet. Frankie gives Karnage a right hand, but Karnage responds with a chop to the chest. Frankie stumbles backwards clutching his chest and walks into Karnage, who kicks Frankie in the gut and tries to go for Solitary Confinement. But Frankie pushes off Karnage’s shoulders and lands behind him. Karnage turns around, gets hit with a kick to the stomach and Frankie hits The Final Message! He goes for the pin, hooking both of Karnage’s legs, 1... 2... 3!

Harrys: Here is your winner and STILL Elite X champion, Frankie Smith..

The roaring sound of Kingdome Come being broadcast around the world fills the arena as fans struggle with baited breath to raise the noise level that emanates from the show. Roaring applause, crushing defeat and general jubilation taunts the losers as they struggle back to the locker room. They know that they didn’t have what it takes to get the win. They know that on the stage when it counted the most, they failed. Competitor after competitor comes through the curtain. Some are winners, some are losers but none take the feeling alone. Surrounded by people that care for them, a bitter disappointment isn’t such a hard pill to swallow. However, when one man comes through the curtain, riddled with despair and frustration, no one comes to his side. Even the men who profess to be his stable mates are too busy with other things. Whilst some may need comfort after such a loss, Karnage did not. His solitude was all he needed. Sitting on a desolate bench in the locker room, Karnage looks out at the people celebrating big wins or being consoled through tough loses and a s****** appears on his face.

Karnage gets to his feet and removes himself from the locker room. He is not himself. Rather, he seems more restrained and controlled. He walks slowly as celebrations progress all over the backstage area. Karnage does not look at them as they rage around him. No, he is focussed and his eyes are fixed. Karnage continues up the corridor and as he reaches the door at the end of the hall, he stops. He takes a breath in and closes his eye. Surrounded by the cheer and joy of Kingdome Come, Karnage feel the happiness ravage his body. He raises his left hand and opens the handle before stepping in. The door swings shut and reveals the occupant’s name on a sign affixed to the entrance.

“VANCE BATEMAN”

Karnage enters the room to find Vance Bateman sipping expensive looking Champagne with some of the apparent production crew. Three men and a woman line the room with smiles on their faces. However, as soon as they notice Karnage, the smiles are gone. The warm atmosphere cools as he stands in the doorframe and the smattering of congratulations that were going around have stopped. Vance lets out a heavy sigh as Karnage stares him down. Swallowing deep, he places his champagne on the desk that he is sitting on casually.

Bateman: Karnage! That was a tough loss tonight. You gave it everything. Frankie is a Hell of a competitor and you two really lit up this arena. Did you hear the fans? They are going wild for Kingdome Come and it is down to performances like that…

Karnage stands motionless in the doorway, eyeing up Bateman and burning a hole in him with a dark stare. The tension is palpable and the production crew look visibly awkward.

Bateman: Come on, Karnage. This is a big night for everyone involved. You don’t want it to turn sour, do you?

Karnage stands motionless again. Bateman lets out a sigh that reveals his fear.

Bateman: I’ll tell you what, I have this bottle of champagne here. It’s really only for us after a great show that we are putting on for the fans. I picked it up when we were in France and have been saving it for tonight. You can have some though. Call it a thanks for having a tremendous match with Frankie.

Bateman turns around to his desk and picks up a full bottle of champagne from atop the wooden surface. He looks at it solemnly and then hands it over to Karnage. Karnage puts one hand out and questioningly accepts the gift from Bateman. He raises it to his face and looks at it up and down. He then looks at Bateman as a smile appears on his face. Bateman reciprocates and the mood in the office is lifted. Karnage begins to s****** and then laugh. Bateman does too and soon all of the production crew have broken out in a wild laughing that seems to conceal their nerves. The laughing becomes louder and louder until a deafening smash is heard from the other side of the office. The laughing stops as the champagne bottle collides with a distant wall. The mood is sucked out of the room as it is evident that Karnage has thrown it maliciously across the room. His face is now a mixture of fury and irritation.

Bateman: I don’t understand…

Karnage grabs Bateman by the lapels of his sharp suit and raises him off of the ground slightly as he pushes him against the wall.

Karnage: You sit in here with your friends. You sip your champagne and think of how good it feels to be in charge of a major player in the world of professional wrestling. You pat yourselves on the back for all of the work you have done over the last few months and think of how far you have come to reach this point. I can draw similarities with that. You see, over the last few months, I have been adrift. I have been void of anger and of hate; some would say that I was even content. Luckily, you people have managed to take that out of me and for that, I thank you. It has been a long road to get to here and yet I am not celebrating. Rather, I am a defeated man and it seems that everyone has forgotten how dangerous I am.

They talk about the “I beat Karnage club” as if it is something that they should be proud of. They think that I am here to adhere to their whim and am something to brag about when conquered. It’s as if they have forgotten where I cam from and they are blind to my ultimate goal. However, as I sat in the locker room and viewed the celebrations going on around me, no one was fearful. No one noticed me and thought that I was a loose cannon. No! They carried on with their parties and thought a very little amount about how I could hurt them. I had a crystallising moment then and now I know what I have to do.

You see, this is why I came here. I didn’t come here to sip champagne and kiss your ass. I came here to get something and believe me, it would be a foolish man who denies me again tonight. I have remained composed in this office and I would hate to see these people getting hurt because you cannot see sense. What I need from you, Mr Bateman, is a rematch. Rather, I need to take revenge for this. I need to strike a name from that club once and for all. That Irish man got very lucky here tonight. On so many occasions in the past, he has fell to me and it will happen again. Now, what I need from you, is to schedule this match for the next possible time. I don’t care if you need to pull Frankie Smith out of a Guiness induced coma tonight. I want him inside the ring and I WANT THE ELITE X CHAMPIONSHIP.

As Karnage screams in the face of the boss, the production crew look on. After a few seconds Karnage drops Bateman to the floor and fixes the lapels on his suit. He pats his lapels down and looks into the eye of Bateman once more.

Karnage: Considering that I have taken the biggest loss of my career here tonight, you will know that I have been very reserved. Now, what I need you to do, is tell me that I will be facing Frankie Smith next week and will be given the chance to show people that I am back. To show people that tonight was a one off. Give me one opportunity to show the fans of this industry that Karnage is not a novelty item. It started with David Cougar and then Blade. Now, it is Frankie Smith and the list is growing. What I want… No! What I DEMAND, is that you schedule a rematch and let me take what is rightfully mine.

Bateman: Let me get something straight for you, Karnage. I am not scared of you. I was the one who came to your cell in Scotland and recruited you for WZCW. I was the one who brought you here and make no mistake, I am the one who can get rid of you once and for all… However, I see it in you again. The first time I saw you, I saw a hunger and a desire that told me you would stop at nothing to get what you want. I saw an animal that would pounce on the week. I see it again. I already know what you are capable of and I never forget it. These people need to see this side of you. They need to see that Karnage doesn’t choke on the big stage and most of all, they need to know that you can get the job done. You have hidden behind the rWo for the last few weeks and they have forgotten it. So for my benefit, your benefit and the fans benefit… You’ve got your match.

Karnage lets a small smile appear on his face and walks to the door.

Karnage: Enjoy your party…

 

[The Hiphopapotamus]

Frankie Smith is sitting beside Anto, holding the Elite X title in his right hand, and a can of carlsberg in the other. Emoty cans are strewn around the room. He's quite drunk, as is Anto, and there's a slight slur to his words.

Frankie: Titus. The One Big Will. Carmen Bratchny. Frankie Smith. All anmes associated with greatness. All wrestlers who are the best WZCW has ever had to offer. And you know what the common factor is, don't you Anto?

He taps the belt with his bottle, spilling a bit onto the shimmering gold.

This. The. No. MY elite X title. This has springboarded them onto greatness, and now it's my turn. I'm never letting this go, just like the child I never really wanted and almost always protected against, and it's going to stay with me forever.

You can't expect to hold onto it forever, can you? It's impossible.

Nothing's impossible. Except a few things, but that's beside the point. My point is that I have enough talent and determination to keep this title untill they have to reef it off my corpse. Now, Karnage thinks he can waltz in and take it away from me. Well, he had his chance, and he failed. He failed miserably, like scotland at sports. And he thinks, out of some ill conceived notion that he deserves a second chance. Bullshit! He doesn't deserve a rematch, he doesn't deserve to even step in the ring, in the arena, with me. He took a bite from the cherry, he shouldn't be able to have another. the cherry should be gone, but no, the upper tier decide to Fuck over good ol' Frankie again. Typical. Fucking typical. Well, I don't care, because I have your number. In fact, i don't just have it.

He takes his phone from his pocket akwardly, spilling some more beer. He points it at the camera.

I even have it on speed dial. Look, right beside your mother. She's number 2.

He winks at the camera.

Anyway Anto, onto more important matters. Paddy's day on wednesday, ready to get twisted!

As always mate, as always.

A knock is heard on the door. Anto gets up.

Fucking hell. Better be some pussy.

He opens the door and groans disappointedly.

Frankie, you have a visitor. It's that glamour chap.

I hate him. Don't let him in.

Too late, Frankie. I'm already in.

Alright Glamour.

It's actually klamour

It's actually irrelevant.

He burps loudly, downs the rest of the can and throws it away.

I'm here to talk about your title match with Karnage at Ascension.

You're a bit late. You missed it.

He looks around at the cans everywhere

Seems like it's not the onlything I missed. What kind of party did you throw here?

Party, nah. This was just me and Anto.

There must be like 30 cans here!

They nod is unison, proud of their achievement.

It was a decent night. Not our craziest. Remember Paddy's day 99.

Anto nods, and they both laugh.

I'm sorry, but am I going to get a worthwhile interview or am I going to have to sit here and waste my time listening to you two morons discuss the nights you first had sex with each other.

You want an interview, here's one. Karnage, you have no right to come in and demand a rematch. So now I'm going to have to do what I do to everyone who has no right to interfere. And that's send them packing to where they belong. So karnage, pack your bags, because your going back to that shit hole you call home.

How's that for an interview. Now Anto, let's go find some clunge

Exeunt