AS14 - Crash-Klinic vs. Heavy Artillery

[Phoenix]

There's quite a lot of history between Steven Kurtesy and Heavy Artillery, since finding a new partner in the form of Doug Crashin after losing the Tag Team titles to them a month ago, Kurtesy has been looking stronger since his Teach days and made an example by eliminating the former champions out the Cage match at Redemption. With both teams being hard and heavy at each other for a while, will this set new challengers for the Ghetto Stars or will the personal issues between both teams take centre stage?

Deadline: Monday 10th May 23:59 EST

 

[Viola Moonlight]

Cruising down the highway nearing the crack of dusk, a limousine is in search of it's destination. No need to rush, no need to hurry. A relaxing drive to recharge some batteries like this was definitely what the doctor order, especially with the events happening to the occupants inside the vehicle. Sandy Deserts assumes the controls with Jason riding shotgun. Doug Crashin and Steven Kurtesy, separated from the two in the front by a thick black glass, comfortably waiting patiently in the back.

I'm not quite sure there Kurtesy, but when you said we should "enjoy the finer things in life" I thought a bottle of expensive French champagne would have done the trick, not you consulting your best friend Jack Daniels.

Crashin chuckles a little and sips from his glass. Kurtesy finishes taking a swig before responding.

Did my statement constitute drinks only, Mr. Crashin?

Doug becomes confused and tilts his head to describe his emotion. Steven smirks and pulls out his briefcase. He pops it open to reveal cigars stashed away where pens would normally be hung from.

Here, take one and light it up. We deserve this after the performance we put on at Redemption.

Kurtesy pulls out a box of matches from his top suit pocket and begins to puff the cigar. He chucks the box to Crashin, who hesistates.

You've got to be kidding! If we deserved anything at the PPV, it should have been those Tag Team Championships, not a fucking cigar. I feel as that was one of the best results I have done for this company and all I get is a pat on my back by Jason? These cigars better not be menthol's!

As Crashin begins to light it up, Kurtesy laughs and shakes his head simultaneously. He looks up at Crashin.

Ah Doug, you never cease to amaze me. Usually the "confidence" is pouring from your mouth like a waterfall. Why all the negativity now? We better not be thinking of abandoning this team, because we are a force to reckon with.

Then where is our gold Kurtesy, where is it? I don't see it... did we misplace it during our title match?

Rome wasn't built in a day, Crashin. Let this philosophy hold true for our team.

How? We haven't won a damn match yet!

Yes, but it's what happened during our matches that may make a difference. I kept my game with those two freaks of nature in our first match...

And we lost.

... and we did more than just survive that brutal cage match. We became apart of the final two teams, and not by standing around reading the newspaper. We eliminated Chris Jones' team from the match and put Mark Hancock on the shelf. We eliminated Heavy Artillery, the then-Tag Team Champions from the match and forced the medical team to escort Karzai out to the back after what we did to him. We were so very close... you were so very close to climbing over the cage to win. And yet, contrary to the popular phrase, you still received a cigar. What does that indicate to you that you were rewarded? How does that make you feel?

That night, the Ghetto Stars stole the battle, but the war is not over. We walked out ready to fight another day, yet we put on a, if I may, "clinic" out there.

Yeah, and now we start at the very bottom of the barrel. As I see it Kurtesy, there are three official teams now. One are the champs, one have a rematch clause and the other is us.

The road looks steep, but we can do this Crashin. I saved you, and with my guidance and your assistance, we can save this horrid tag team division from its own demise. I can once again become an honourable champion and you will finally rise to success in WZCW. Starting at the bottom is just a temporary obstacle.

Truth be told there Crashin, we are closer to our objective than most would consider. What I saw from you at Redemption made me smile... it gave me hope. You weren't cocky and flashy... you were confident and calculating. The winds of change are breezing past and I need you to let yourself go in the updraft.

So you're asking me to not be me? You're asking me to be you, am I right?

Kurtesy strokes his tuft and takes into consideration what Crashin has said. He turns his head and looks out at the passing scenary as the limo continues to drive on.

It seems that our progress is not over, we have much to discuss.

 

[One Punch Doug Crashin]

Doug: So what do you mean by “we have things to discuss”?

Kurtesy: You’ll see. Miss Deserts? If you would please drive us back to my office in Mr.Crashin’s home. Doug and I have a few “Kinks” to work out.

Doug shudders at the word kinks as Kurtesy chuckles. They drive a few minutes on the highway till they reach the exit. As they exit it starts to rain. They reach the front gate where a security guard greets them and opens the gate. They drive to a 3 story office bulding and part inside a retractable awning. They open the door to reveal an elevator. Kurtesy pushes the basement button.

Kurtesy: Sandy, I need you to wait inside the control room. Things are going to get messy down here. \

Doug: I’m not too sure I want to go through with this.

Kurtesy: You have a defeatist attitude Doug. I am going to change that. We eliminated Heavy Artillery from the cage match at redemption. While I was celebrating, YOU were moping.

Doug: Well excuse me for having higher goals than being second banana to that idiot baller.

Kurtesy: Believe you me Douglas, I do not intend to play “second banana”. I noticed that when you’re in the ring, you get way too cocky. We need to change that. And we will. We will spar until I feel you are ready.

Doug: You? Spar with me? HA!

Kurtesy: I am JUST as technically sound as you are Douglas.

The elevator stops as they step out where a team of lab coats greet them.

Kurtesy: OK fellas, Doug and I are going to be sparing for the night so I want two of you to be cutmen. I doubt we’ll need you but for saftey’s sake we do. Come, Douglas.

Doug: Alright, if you insist.

The scene fades to black.

 

[The Doctor]

The camera opens to a lone dusty road. A beaten-up hotel stands at the side of it. Loud noises seem to be coming from a top floor of the hotel. Suddenly, a large object comes crashing into the ground, right in front of the camera. Closer inspection reveals it to be a now badly smashed television. A muffled voice comes from the top floor.

???: GOD DAMMIT!

The camera cuts into a hotel room, which is in the process of being completely destroyed by Max Karzai. Bedsheets have been pulled off the beds, a lamp is upside-down, and Karzai is pounding a pillow, sending feathers flying into the air as he punctuates his words with a punch. Jordan Lights is standing off to the side, looking none too impressed with Karzai‘s destruction.

Karzai: Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!

Lights: Max…

Karzai: Stupid…stupid…stupid!

Lights: Max!

Karzai: Stupid! Stupid!

Lights grabs a water pitcher that had been sitting on a bedside table. As Karzai sits up, Lights throws the contents of the pitcher all over him. Karzai sits there, dumbstruck, water dripping down his face. He blinks a few times, staring around at the extremely messy room. After a few moments, he rubs his eyes and turns to Lights.

Karzai: …Thanks.

Lights: You have to get a hold of yourself. You can’t keep beating yourself up over Redemption.

Karzai: You’re right, of course. We’ll get those titles back eventually….I have to focus on the next match first.

Karzai starts breathing deeply, visibly relaxing, thinking.

Karzai: Kurtesy and Crashin. Here we have two old foes, ones who have paired up to try and find glory. These two people team up out of nowhere to take us out of the cage match. We’ve defeated both of them before. How did they manage to beat us?

Before Jordan can reply, Karzai snaps his fingers.

Karzai: Of course! Carelessness!

Karzai adjust himself on the bed before stretching slightly and continuing.

Karzai: Crashin, Kurtesy, ever since Redemption I have been wondering how you could possibly have beaten us. We are better than you. We have been a team longer than you. We have a dynamic you have yet to grasp. So how could you have defeated us?
Easy. You got lucky. You caught us off guard, in a fast-moving cage match where no one was sure what was what. We’ve defeated you both in regular matches, and it’s how it’s going to be this time. There is nothing you can do to stop us. I am focused this time, 300%. I am ready for you, we are ready for you. I want your blood. You will pay for what you did at Redemption.
You’re both pathetic. One of you is a rich guy who was once considered the most pathetic member of the WZCW roster, and Kurtesy…well, I have my own things to say about you.
Kurtesy, you didn’t need to align yourself with that guy. You’re better than that. Heavy Artillery had some great matches with you and Teach, and I actually kind of liked you. Not so much anymore. You’re dragging yourself down, man. You had all the tools to succeed in the singles’ division after losing the belts, but you chose to align yourself with a joke of a wrestler.
Heavy Artillery is on a roll. We have faltered before but we’ll keep on rolling, keep on moving, keep on rising until we’re at the top of the world.
And there we will stay. Forever.

Karzai stops, and looks around the trashed hotel room. He coughs.

Karzai: I, uh, guess I’d better clean this up.

Lights nods. Karzai gets off the bed, and goes out to the window. He stares at the smashed remains of the TV he defenestrated.

Karzai: I guess I’d better pay for that, as well.

Lights: That would be a good idea.

Karzai grunts, then starts tidying up the room.

Scene fades.

 

[Super Crazy]

The scene opens to the hotel room of Max Karzai and Jordan Lights. The room looks like a natural disaster has occured.

Karzai: I, uh, guess I’d better clean this up.

Lights nods. Karzai gets off the bed, and goes out to the window. He stares at the smashed remains of the TV he defenestrated.

Karzai: I guess I’d better pay for that, as well.

Lights: That would be a good idea.

Karzai grunts, then starts tidying up the room. Lights goes into the bathroom. There is a loud crash as Max runs over to the bathroom.

Lights : Yeah I guess so...

Karzai opens the door to see the mirror demolished and Lights is shaking off his hand as you can see the numerous cuts and blood from the impact of the glass.

Karzai : Now why'd you have to go and do that? I was just starting to clean this damn place up!!

Lights : Max, you think I"m okay with everything? You think I like the fact that we lost our championships, and didn't even make it to the final two teams?

Karzai goes to speak but Lights cuts him off.

Lights :No, it's not okay. Look I understand I broke the mirror, and the room is in your name, I'll give you the money for it.

Lights goes into his bag and begins to heavily tape his hand and wrist.

Karzai : You should go to the hospital for that, get it checked out and x-rayed.

Lights walks out of the bathroom, followed by Karzai and sits down on one of the beds in the room while Karzai looks out on the street below where the television has landed.

Lights : It'll be fine, just a few scratches. And I know we are both angry, but I never thought Kurtesy would show back up in the tag division, let alone in a title match. He's like an itch that you just can't get rid of, no he's worse then that. He's like that annoying cousin that you constantly try to get rid of, and just when you think they are done and gone, boom, they are back. And as far as Crashin goes, we beat him before. Kurtesy must have given him some training or something, because I've never seen him that good before. And you know, I'll give them credit, they work well together, almost as good as Kurtesy did with Teach. They are a formidable team, just as the Ghetto Stars. We underestimated them both for sure.

Karzai turns from the window and goes over to Lights.

Karzai : And like the phoenix arose from the ashes, we will rise again to the top of the division. We'll be back in a title match in no time and be champions again. Let's not worry about it so much. In fact, I've got a really good idea.

Karzai grabs his jacket and his bags and tosses Lights' his coat.

Karzai : Let's blow this joint, I'll pay for everything, but you have to pay for the Taco Bell this time.

Lights throws on his coat and grabs his bag.

Lights : Sure, so long as you don't subject me to that gross combination of you chugging an energry drink and stuffing your face with a burrito again.

The cameras begin to fade out as we can see Lights and Karzai leaving their room as they begin to argue.

Karzai : You're paying for that mirror though.

Lights : You said you would cover it.

Karzai : Yeah, well you broke it.