AS81: Mick Overlast & Blade vs. Young Justice

[Harthan]

Deadline is Thursday, June 19th at 11:59 PM CST. Extensions available on request.

 

[ABMorales787]

This match has a 24 hour extension.

 

[Mick Overlast]

(It may be better to read Blade's RP first. Thanks!)

May 31, 2014

It had been a move he had executed several times in the past, but with so much time having passed, Mick Overlast was slightly concerned he’d botch his finisher, the Overlasting Impression, and allow Ramparte to sneak off with a win in their match.

But as he felt the Catalyst’s throat bounce off of his bicep and spin away amidst a chorus of impressed “oohs” and “ahhs” from the crowd, Overlast’s fears subsided – he had hit his spot perfectly.

And after hooking Ramparte’s leg and hearing the three-count and the ring bell, Overlast smiled. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, he had won a match. All of the hard work he put himself through to get back to this point was now worth it.

He held his arm high in victory as he reached the top of the ramp, then made his way back to the locker room to unwind and take it all in.

Mick watched the remainder of Aftershock on a backstage monitor, curious to see how Blade would fare in his match against Kagura Ohzora. And as Blade got worked by the talented young woman, Overlast frowned and shook his head, unable to believe that his former mentor was just a shell of himself inside the ring.

When the lights went out, Mick’s heart skipped a beat, knowing something bad was on the horizon. The lights came back on with the Men in Black surrounding Blade in the ring. Overlast grabbed the nearest object available – in this case, a lead pipe – and darted to the ring, not even thinking about how the pipe was there to begin with.

He successfully scared off the Men in Black and checked on his former stablemate as the show went off the air. Pulling the chair off that was wrapped around Blade's neck, Overlast thought that if this didn’t tell Blade he was serious about resuming their friendship, then nothing ever will.

Days later…

Blade: We’re in the tag match this week. You’ve been given this one chance to prove you’re different. But I can’t quite bring myself to trust you.

Those words hit Overlast hard; he had already saved Blade from losing a match against Diabolos (and a potential beating from a *****) and what could have been a career-ending injury at the hands of the Men in Black. And Blade still didn’t trust him? Overlast just looked at the Mexican beer in front of him, swirling it around in the glass and nodding.

Overlast: I understand.

Blade: I’m begging you, give me a reason. Tell me why I shouldn’t just leave you alone to fend for yourself come Ascension. Leave you for dead like you left me two years ago.

Flashbacks to Kingdom Come IV went through Mick’s mind; he was guilty of turning his back on Blade in what was thought to be the former Eurasian champion’s final shining moment. All he could say was how he really felt.

Overlast: When I got hurt, I lost so much of my life; time wasted on surgery tables and in hospital beds. Life is too short for anger and hatred, and when I heard that you had changed, I thought you’d feel the same way.

The conversation continued, and Blade was not budging on his stance.

Blade: I gave a year of my life turning you into a worthy wrestler. Where would you be without me? Lingering in midcard mediocrity at best? Maybe you’d get released? Go back to toiling in the indies, making 50 bucks per show? Nobody would remember who you are.

Overlast felt his blood begin to boil. Now Blade was taking credit for his accomplishments after the disbanding of the Sons of Destiny? What the hell was this, exactly?

Overlast: You better shut up. I would’ve made it with or without you. I’ve always been this good, and at that time, I just used you to move up the ladder. Got that?

Mick didn’t know if he meant it when he said he just used Blade to move up the WZCW ladder, but the words came out and his stare was menacing.

Blade: That’s what I wanted to hear.

Overlast gave Blade a puzzled look.

Overlast: Huh?

Blade: I was suspicious about trusting you again because you seem to have changed so much. There’s nothing more untrustworthy than a person who claims to have changed completely. But now I see that inside, there’s still part of the old you; that guy that tried to end my career.

Overlast nearly jumped off his bar stool in denial of Blade’s accusation.

Overlast: I wouldn’t do that again!

Blade: I believe that now. People don’t truly change. We merely improve and adapt. You haven’t changed who you are deep down, but I believe you’ve improved. You’re a better Mick Overlast now. So if you want me to trust you for now…you’ve got it.

More satisfied and relieved than anything, Mick shook Blade’s hand, officially re-starting their partnership.

Days later…

The shot opened with Overlast sitting alone backstage. Wearing a WZCW T-shirt and jeans, his gaze shifted from down toward the floor up toward the camera.

Overlast: If there’s anything I’ve learned throughout this whole process, it’s that it takes a hell of a lot more work to be good than it does to be evil. Moreso, it’s one of the most difficult fights I’ve ever fought; definitely harder than anything I’ve done inside a wrestling ring. But I believe I’m winning it.

With that in mind, I have great respect for Young Justice, the WZCW Tag Team Champions. Here are two men who are not only talented wrestlers, but they are also considered heroes, and they perform all kinds of daring acts to better the human race. In another time, they would’ve tried to rid the world of people like me. But that time has passed, and if there’s anything Blade and I have proven recently, it’s that people can, indeed, change.

We are proof that good can rise from the ashes of evil, and now that our differences are put aside, we can look forward to a bright future as the Sons of Destiny once again. That future involves getting our hands on WZCW gold, and Young Justice just happens to be in our way.

Haven, I faced off with you when I returned, and while you may have gotten the upper hand on me that night, I promise it won’t happen again. As Blade mentioned to me before, people improve and adapt. Just like I improved and adapted to beat Triple X, I plan to do the same with you.

Hyada, your mat skills may be unquestioned and you may have a great wrestling mind, but Blade has the experience that will ultimately lead us to victory.

Young Justice, we hold no hatred toward you. Any other team would be treated the same way; it’s just business. We plan on defeating you and cementing the Sons of Destiny as the next top contender to your titles. The only question left to ask you is…can you overcome your kryptonite?

Mick gave the camera a serious look as the shot faded to black.

 

[Blade]

I sit across from Mick in this dive bar that he chose, clutching my drink. The tension is palpable. Good. I like that way. I want to make him squirm. I stare down at my beer, but I can feel him looking at me, as he figures out how to break the ice. And finally, he does.

“So, have you heard from Hammond lately?” Mick asks, uncertainly. Bad choice of ice-breaker, Mick. You know that’s a sore subject.

“I’m not here to make small talk, Mick. You know me better than that. Unfortunately.” I snipe back.

“You said you wanted to meet up and talk before Ascension…”

“I do. But not about Scott.” I sigh.

“Then what?”

“We’re in the tag match this week. You’ve been given this one chance to prove that you’re different. But I can’t quite bring myself to trust you.”

“I understand.” He mutters.

“I’m begging you, give me a reason,” I hiss, “Tell me why I shouldn’t just leave you alone to fend for yourself come Ascension. Leave you for dead, like you left me two years ago.”

I watch Mick look down at the table. He’s weighing his words carefully. He knows he only has one chance to convince me. “When I got hurt, I lost so much of my life. Time wasted on surgery tables and in hospital beds and in physio rooms. Life is too short for anger and hatred. When I heard that you had changed, I thought you’d feel the same way as well.” He finishes.

“I’m not angry. And I don’t hate you. I just don’t trust you, and you’ve given me absolutely no reason to think otherwise.“

“We’re both turning over new leaves in our lives. That should be reason enough.”

Okay, you wanna earn my trust, Overlast? It’s time to test you.

“You don’t get it, do you?” I spit, feigning anger. I slam my glass on the table. It doesn’t smash. But it makes just the right amount of impact. “I gave a year of my life turning you into a worth wrestler. Where would you be without me? Lingering in midcard mediocrity at best? Maybe you’d get released? Go back to toiling in the indies, making 50 bucks per show? Nobody would remember who you are.”

“Okay, you better shut up.” He replies, raising his own voice. The anger is rising up in him. It’s working. “I would’ve made it with, or without you. I’ve always been this good, and at that time, I just used you to move up the ladder. Have you got that?”

I smirk as I down the rest of my beer. Overlast doesn’t seem to regret his outburst at all, staring right at me with conviction. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” I laugh darkly.

“What?”

“I was suspicious about trusting you again because you seem to have changed so much. There’s nothing more untrustworthy than a person who claims to have changed completely. But now I see that, inside there’s still part of the old you. The guy that tried to end my career.”

“I wouldn’t do that again.” He mumbles.

“I believe that now. People don’t truly change. We merely learn, improve and adapt. You haven’t changed who you are deep down… But I believe you’ve improved. You’re a better Mick Overlast now. So… if you want me to trust you for now… You’ve got it.”

I extend my hand. Overlast looks at it as if he doesn’t quite believe me.

“Yeah, great.” He’s not sure what’s going on, but he’s not going to ignore my gesture of peace. He shakes my hand. I get up from the table and drop a twenty to pay for the drinks.

“I’ll see you at Ascension, Mick.”


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Becky Serra stands backstage, mic in hand.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Blade!” she smiles.

Blade steps into the shot with a knowing smirk.

“This is a pleasant surprise!”

“I know. It’s not often that I come to you with looking for an interview.”

“What’s the occasion?” she asks.

“I’m in a good mood, Becky. This week on Ascension comes a turning point in my career. Since I’ve returned, I’ve had a kind of… Chip on my shoulder. This one regret that I hadn’t had a change to overcome. And that regret was to do with Mick Overlast. He betrayed me, and took over a year off my career. I actually would’ve respected that move if he’d used it to make more of an impact. But here I stand, two years later, ready to bury a hatchet. I’m ready to put that little incident behind me as I tag with Mick. He’s explained himself, and I believe he’s going to come through for me at Ascension.”

“I’m sorry, Blade, but that sounds a little naiive,” Becky interrupts, “Aren’t you the one who says people never really change?”

“That’s right, Becky. Overlast hasn’t really changed. I still think he’s the hungry, determined, slightly hot-headed young man that I first recruited to the Sons of Destiny. He hasn’t changed, but he’s learned from his mistakes and he’s grown as a person. And for that, he has earned my trust.”

“Well, we’re so used to people carrying grudges in this company, so that’s nice to hear, I guess.”

“And, if he does betray me again, he won’t get a third chance. I will proceed to curb stomp him with a big grin on my face.”

“That’s a little more familiar…”

“You know me, Becky, I love a good curb stomping.” he smirks.

“Uh, right. It might be a difficult reunion for you and Overlast as you face Young Justice.”

“Well, Young Justice are on fire right now,” Blade sighs, “They’re the new tag team champions, and they’re on quite the hot streak. For all intents and purposes, they’d probably be the last team Mick and I would want to face But they’re a little…. Too good. Not in the ring. I mean, as people. They’re just too good. That can be a weakness. I’m a little different than them…” He pulls a beautiful, silver fountain pen out of his pocket. “Do you know what this is, Becky?”

Becky stares at the shimmering pen, and slowly shakes her head.

“This is a pen I took from Mr. Banks’ office. It’s worth over two grand. Why does a man need a pen that costs two thousand dollars?”

“I don’t know…” she utters.

“Neither do I.” He holds out the pen towards Becky. “Here, you take it. Sell it.”

“What?”

“You’re terribly underpaid, considering the conditions you have to work in, and the freaks you have to interview.”

She reluctantly reaches out and takes the pen, unable to take her gaze off it.
“I couldn’t possible take this.”

“Sure you can.”

“It’s missing from Mr. Banks’ office! He’ll freak out when he sees it’s gone!” She says anxiously.

“I replaced it with a fifteen dollar replica. He’ll never know the difference.”

“We’re on camera right now!! What if he sees this?”

“I don’t think Mr. Banks has the time to watch every little interview segment, especially one with a nobody like me.“ Blade says with a hint of a smirk.

“I can’t sell a stolen pen!”

“Well, now your prints are all over it. So sell it, or else you’ll be in as much trouble as me.”

Becky drops the pen like it’s on fire. “You’ve made me an accomplice!” She whispers angrily.

Blade chortles at her as he kneels down and picks the pen back up. “Just take it. Put it on Ebay. Use the money for rent, or for something pretty. Donate it to charity if you still feel guilty. Just don’t use it on crack.”

“I won’t spend the money on crack!”

“I’m serious. No crack.”

“I said I wouldn’t!”

“I mean, I ‘ve heard the rumours about you…”

“I’M NOT GONNA SPEND IT ON CRACK!”

Blade laughs, enjoying pushing Becky’s buttons. “The point I’m trying to make with that kind of pen is that Young Justice would never steal something from someone who doesn’t need it, and give it to someone who does need it. That’s not how they operate. But Mick and I… We don’t mind bending the rules a little. I stole that pen to make someone’s life better. And we won’t mind getting our hands dirty to get the victory over Young Justice so that we can shake up that tag team division, something that the fans are begging for. Sometimes, the ends justify the means. And we’re going to show Young Justice what that means on Ascension.”

Blade walks away, as we fade to black.

 

[DarksideEric]

"Jonathan Hyada, despite earlier trpidations on my and the rest of the Council's parts, the conclusion that we have come to is that with your current experience fighting alongside Haven inside and outside of your ring, we are granting you approval for the Accelerated Hero Program."

Guardian leaned forward in his chair and pushed an acceptance letter towards the former fighter.

I expect you to treat this acceptance, this program, this Academy and its ideals with respect, honor and with no ill will within your heart.



* * *



HIJKLMNO

This will keep you alive.

[| | |]​

Jonathan Hyada stared at the list of letters written on the whiteboard at the front of the class, lifting a quizzical brow in response to the odd riddle that was being handed out.

"This is the last test of this class my students, a very simple riddle. However, it's often regarded as challenging due to people's usual acts of over thinking."

Moonlit, a lithe female teacher spoke out to the class as she leaned against the whiteboard while adjusting her white and grey cape. A student behind Jon, wearing a full mask of gold and black, raised his hand and spoke.

"I don't understand the purpose of this riddle Miss, if it is indeed so simple."

"I'm glad you touched on that, so let me explain. Often in situations that call for our intervention, we can overlook the smallest or simplest things because we over think the situation as a whole. We have our different reasons for this, such as when searching for clues, we may get caught up in something a criminal has laid out in front of us to hunt so that we do not turn our attention to what they may really be doing. The point of this riddle, this test, is to put you in a high pressure situation that relies on your ability to understand what is actually important."

"High pressure situation?"

Jonathan spoke up, interrupting Moonlit a bit.

"Yes Jonathan," Moonlit replied, a bit perturbed with Jon's continued ability to interject, "if you do not give me the answer to this riddle by the end of the day, meaning eight hours from now, you fail this class and must retake it."

"What? Why?"

Moonlit began to reply but Jon cut her off.

"Because... in a real life situation, the principle of this riddle could have catastrophic consequences, right?"

Moonlit glanced back towards the rear of the class where the Iron Wasp stood, who was shadowing Jon through his time in the accelerated program. Wasp smiled back at her fellow hero and instructor, enjoying Jon's various character traits. Moonlit shook her head and turned her attention back to Jon.

"Yes Jon, you're correct. You can spend hours, days, weeks or more trying to over think something like a hidden code and miss the simple answer staring you right in the face. You all have been in this class for a couple days now, studying criminal logic and the like. This riddle is designed for you to take what you have learned and understand what is important and what is not. You stare too long at this equation and you fail."

"But..."

"If you have any further questions regarding the importance, reasoning or objective for this test, please see me after class," Moonlit said in reply to the gold and black masked student's interjection, "aside from that, class is dismissed. You have eight hours to answer this test, please use the Student Input Device at the back of the class to log in and leave your answer. There is only one correct answer, any answers other than the correct answer or failing to answer at all will result in failure of this class. And no, the riddle question is not the same for every class, so asking other students or skipping this one to answer the next one when you retake the class will not help you."

The students began to file out, however Jonathan remained seated staring at the riddle written on the board. The grey and white wrapped instructor glanced at her lone student that remained, being not at all surprised that Jon was pouring so much effort into her test. While she had been quite irritated with the man's long stream of almost meticulous questions and interjections when he knew he was right, she recognized that such an attitude was ripe for this course. Moonlit recognized Jonathan as almost the 'Detective' type, usually shown as an emulation of students enamored with Bat themed heroes in comics. Though from what she'd seen with her own eyes and heard amongst the other instructors who had dealt with Jon, it seemed Jon was one of the few that weren't simply emulating the archetype but actually fit it.

"You think you already know the answer... don't you?"

Her tone was halfway sarcastic as it was a factual statement, as she had little doubt Jon's gears had been turning the moment she presented the dilemma. She glanced up at Iron Wasp, who was now standing next to Jon when she realized the edge of her tone was not fully appropriate.

"I believe so, but I'm not one hundred percent sure yet."

"Take your time, it's only the accelerated program and all."

Iron Wasp let out a cough, cutting into Moonlit's sarcastic barb as she knew the real reason behind her attitude towards the wrestler.

"Speaking of the accelerated program Jon, it's good to see you have settled in with the pace of your classes quite nicely after being accepted. While I did not see your match against The Elite, Guardian informed me that you put on quite the display of talent."

Jonathan stood up from his seat and gave a final glance over to Moonlit before squaring his attention on the Council member.

"The Academy is honestly not lining up with what I had originally thought it to be, however I do enjoy my time here as a visitor and a student."

"What is next for you? In your organization I mean."

Jon pulled open one of the books in hand to double check the WZCW handout he had received with information on his next match.

"Haven and I face the team of Blade and Mick Overlast. As far as I remember, these two used to be a well known team for a while, and Overlast is no stranger to holding gold."

"Is that all you know of them?" Moonlit chimed in from her desk.

"Honestly, for the moment, yes. While I've made my observations now and then at various events Blade has participated in, Overlast is just recently returning and I was not aware of our match until today really. So time spent on preparing for my opponents has been very minimal unfortunately."

"Let's hope that ignorance doesn't bleed into other aspects, shall we?"

"Jon, if you could excuse us?"

Jon stood motionless for a few seconds, laying his icy gaze on the grey and white instructor, who happily smiled back at him. He had little idea of where her attitude was stemming from but he was far from blind to the idea that she accepted him into her class with a predisposition about the former fighter. After a moment, Jon nodded in recognition to his Council member shadow and gathered his things to take his leave.

"Remember hero! Eight hours!" Moonlit called out to the departing champion.

* * *​

Jonathan found himself crashing into a chair on the patio of one of the many coffee shops on campus, nearly an hour ahead of his planned meeting time with Haven. Having ordered what would probably equate to far too much caffeine, Jon pulled the WZCW notes from his Criminal Logic book, setting the book on top of the rest of the stack that included texts such as Bomb-voyage: How to Prevent Being Blasted Off Again, Come Quietly or There Will Be... Trouble: A Guide to Proper Heroic Phrases' and There's No Such Things as Senzu Beans: How to Survive Multiple Patrols.

"Overlast and Blade..." Jonathan stared at the sheet of paper for a while, trying to push aside the pressure he'd been feeling since starting his journey through the Hero's Academy. A lot of things cemented in quite easily, mostly everything combat or strategy related, but other things... such as the Criminal Logic course, were still doing a good job of keeping him at arms length, even if he felt he understood it. He knew the answers to the 'why' of why criminals would do what they do, especially when they reached for higher achievements, but he still had some sort of wall up that prevented him from fully rebuking the logic of it all. He shook his head, trying to focus on the match he needed to prepare for.

"Overlast, former Elite X Champion," Jon closed his eyes and wondered at the logic of putting this much thought into the team of Blade and Overlast. Young Justice had defeated the reigning Tag Team Champions and a man who had been a World Champion. His mind started to roll him towards the conclusion that, since they had defeated the Elite, Mick and Blade needed no thought.

"Heh..." Jon scoffed at himself aloud, realizing he was treating the former tag team that were his next opponents like Moonlit's riddle, but in a negative light rather than a positive one. Just because he and Haven had defeated more prominent opponents does not mean their next ones should be simply swept under the rug. He couldn't treat them like the riddle and avoid over thinking, because, he believed, the actual trick of the riddle was to make you understand the balance knowledge requires for different situations. Blade and Mick could be every bit as dangerous as any pairing they had faced before and it was better to plan accordingly rather than to not. He set the paper down and glanced at his books, the need to continue studying finally breaking down his desire to plan for his match.

* * *​

"Does he know?"

"I doubt it... but you're certainly giving him a great many hints."

"Let him chase the breadcrumbs for all I care. It's amusing to watch his confusion, and it will be even more delightful when he learns the truth."

"Yes, but if he learns before everything is ready."

"Don't worry. The two... no, three, are building up to make sure they fall."

"And you so badly want to see them fall."

"You know I can never let go of that..."

"I know. It will all be so much fun."

* * *​

Jonathan, glancing at his watch realized the time after Haven stormed off, he had been studying for hours on end. Collecting his things, the former fighter ran off to his Criminal Logic class to input his answer before heading off to his dorm to prepare for tomorrow's flight.

 

[Kermit]

Issue #10: Latex & Booze​

The scene begins with our green hero, Haven, walking down a sidewalk tucked in-between the occasional tree and lamp post. The WZCW Tag Team Championship hangs proudly around his waist. It has been less than year since Haven walked on the sidewalks of the Hero Academy campus. Now, he was back, not as a student, but as an alumni. Hyada made it absolutely clear to Haven that he wanted to give his full attention to passing the accelerated program, so Haven thought it best to occupy his time on the grounds of his alma mater while Hyada studied. The memories quickly began to flood in as Haven spotted several locations he once frequented with his fellow classmates.

Haven: Ah, nothing like a nice stroll around H.A.!

Suddenly, Haven walks up to a booth where a handful of odd looking fellows sit idly behind it.

???: Excuse me, sir!?

Haven: Who, me?

Haven looks over at a geeky looking college aged student with glasses on.

???: Yes, you. Hello, my name is Cornelius Firewire, Firewire for short. I am the president of the Unique & Talented Fraternity. We are currently looking for a sponsor-

???: Huzzah! Firewire, do you not know who that is?

Firewire: Libro, I am talking here.

Libro: But dude, this is Haven! The WZCW Tag Team Champion, Class of 2013!

Firewire, Libro and two others at the booth both make a sound of wonderment in unison.

Group: Oooh, aaaw!

Haven: Oh, yeah. That’s me! Haha.

Firewire reaches out and grabs Haven’s hand to shake it.

Firewire: Mr. Haven, we are big fans. You are practically a legend among my peers. In fact, we are all gearing up for a watch party to watch the next Ascension where you will take on Blade & Mick Overlast.

Haven: Uh, thanks.

Firewire: Pardon me, I am Firewire. This is Libro.

Firewire points over at a guy wearing a comic book shirt.

Firewire: Over here is Grub.

Firewire points over to a rotund guy with a smile of gold.

Firewire: And finally, this is Tumbler.

Haven looks down at the midget size man Firewire is pointing at.

Haven: Oh, like the websi-

Tumbler: NO, not like the website! My name existed before the website! Damn it! Every time!

Tumbler walks off fuming.

Libro: He’ll get over it. Short man syndrome.

Libro winks at Haven. Haven just smiles and nods.

Firewire: So, anyways. You are perfect for what we are looking for if you are interested. You see, we need a sponsor for the-

Suddenly, a group of college students in letter-men jackets come up and flip the booth that the UT fraternity are at. They all laugh and shout insults at the fraternity. One of the men is very large and has mutton chops. He holds up his arms and shouts.

???: BADGER DAN RULES! TIER 10 FRATERNITY RULES!

They all laugh as the UT fraternity cowers in fear. Haven shouts.

Haven: Hey! What do you guys think you are doing? Pick that back up.

The large man known as Badger Dan snorts and walks up to Haven and gets into his face.

BADGER DAN: BADGER DAN WANTS TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE, PIPSQUEAK!

???: Badger Dan! That’s enough.

Suddenly, a suave towheaded looking fellow walks up wearing the same letter-men jacket as the other Tier 10 Fraternity members.

???: Do you not know who this man is, boys? This is H.A. alumni, Haven. He has been traveling with WZCW and stopping crime internationally while holding that-

The suave college student points down at Haven’s tag team championship.

BADGER DAN: HIS CROTCH?

???: No, you oaf. The WZCW Tag Team Championship. Now, pick up UT’s booth.

As the other members of T10 begrudgingly pick up the booth and put everything back in order, the suave man introduces himself to Haven.

???: I apologize, my name is Tim Fencer IV. I am the president of T10.

Haven smiles as he shakes Fencer’s hand.

Haven: Wait a minute, I know you. Your father is the White Fencer!

Fencer: *chuckles* Yes, and so was his father, and his father’s father. And so will I be one day.

Haven is a bit starstruck.

Haven: Wow.

Fencer: Look, this is a crazy idea, but would you like to come to a T10 party tonight? I mean, we’ll have women in latex, booze, and did I mention women in latex?

Haven: A party? Uh-

Fencer: I mean, unless you are busy with your friends over there.

Haven peers over Fencer’s shoulders and looks at the pathetic group known as the UT fraternity.

Haven: You know, I actually just met them. Booze in latex sounds great. I mean, women in booze. I mean-

Fencer chuckles as he pats Haven on the pack and starts walking him down the sidewalk. The rest of the T10 fraternity follow. Haven peers back and sees the sad look on UT’s faces, but he just bites his cheek and tries to forget about it. He then looks up at Badger Dan as the group continues to walk.

Haven: Pardon me, but didn’t I go to school with you Badger Dan?

BADGER DAN: 8 YEARS RUNNING, COMPADRE! HAHAHAHA!

The group laughs as Haven just lets out a small chuckle as he doesn’t think it was that funny.

Fencer: Look, Haven. I’ll be frank with you. You are a local celebrity. Everyone at H.A. has been talking about you for the last year.

Haven: They have?

Fencer: Yes, they have. Just let this soak in your mind for a little bit, but I want you to think about becoming an official alumni sponsor of the T10 fraternity.

Haven: But, wouldn’t I have to be a member from when I was in college?

Fencer: No, my pal. We can always make a post-graduate induction.

Haven: Wow, I always wanted to join T10 back when I was here. I always heard the parties were awesome.

BADGER DAN: YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A CLUE, BABY!

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The music is blaring as a horde of people are dancing in a large fraternity house. Multicolored lights are flashing everywhere as a DJ is set up on a small stage on the side of the house. We see several men in T10 jackets dancing with various girls. We also see Haven, who is being forced a drink by a girl dressed in green latex. She then proceeds to rub all over the belt on his waist. Haven is clearly drunk as he dances an awkward swagger. Despite being quite hammered, Haven has to double take the girl he is dancing with. He tries to speak loud enough over the music.

Haven: Wait, don’t I know you?!

The latex tight woman grinds up on Haven’s tag team belt. She doesn’t speak, but her face shows signs of drunkenness and perhaps a certain high on drugs. Suddenly, one of the guys from earlier that flipped UT’s table comes up and whispers in Haven’s ear.

Guy: Yo, bro. That is Green Bee. You know, the professor from Applied Sciences. Noice!

The guy pats Haven on the back sternly. Haven’s eyes get wide in response as he realizes one of his former professors is grinding on his belt. Haven looks up at the balcony where Fencer is peering down at the party. Haven raises his glass up towards Fencer and yells out.

Haven: THIS PARTY ROCKS!

Fencer raises his own glass in response of acknowledgement. Haven then proceeds to continue dancing with his former teacher. Fencer takes a sip of his drink as Badger Dan walks up behind him and looks down at Haven.

BADGER DAN: HE’S LOVIN IT, BABY!

Fencer just smiles as he takes another sip and peers over his cup to look down at Haven. His eyes glare with mystery. The screen goes black.

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The music fades out as we fade back in. Haven sits up as a rustling can be heard. He spots Green Bee gathering her belongings. She looks over to see Haven awake.

Haven: So, how would you grade me? Heh heh.

Green Bee smirks with arrogance.

Green Bee: Barely passing.

Green Bee flees out of the room with her things as Haven leans back in the bed.

Haven: So, just like all the other classes I took with you. Heh heh. Wait, what?

Haven sits up, but this time he sees Fencer, Badger Dan, and two others standing in the door way.

BADGER DAN: PROFESSOR GREEN BEE? NICE, BABY!

Guy: Noice!

Guy 2: NOIIIICE!

They all chuckle as Fencer proceeds to speak.

Fencer: How was it, Haven?

Haven leans back with a smile.

Haven: I mean, it was a little awkward seeing as it was my first time, but-

Fencer: I meant the party.

Haven sits up with a big smile.

Haven: Oh, it was awesome! When is the next one?!

Fencer: Haha, every night. We never close the doors here at T10. However, we do have a limit on our free trial.

Haven: Huh? Free trial.

Fencer: You see, we have a capacity amount we can only allow in here, so the list is very tight.

BADGER DAN: FIRE CODES, BABY. THE MAN KEEPING US DOWN.

Fencer: Right, but we do give special privilege to our members. They are guaranteed entry to each party.

Haven hesitates for a moment, but then speaks on impulse.

Haven: Well, then sign me up as a sponsor!

The guys in the doorway celebrate.

Fencer: Great! That’s awesome. However, there is one minor thing. Alumni or not, we do require a pledge from each new induction.

Haven: A pledge?

Fencer walks over to the bed and sits down.

Fencer: Yeah, and your pledge will be something simple.

BADGER DAN: WE’RE GONNA PRANK UT, BABY! OH, YEAH!

Haven’s smile turns to confusion.

Haven: Wait, why would you prank UT? I don’t know about this.

Fencer: Look, Haven. They’ve already pranked us. It’s just a retaliation prank. A harmless one between college rivals.

Haven hesitates some more. Fencer looks up at his boys, but then gets up from the bed.

Fencer: Look, we are meeting this Saturday at 2:00 A.M. outside of the UT house to execute it. It’s happening with or without you. Soak up the parties this week and then decide if you want to be a member have unlimited access. If so, show up and help us. Take the week to think about it, but let me just say that this offer is very exclusive. Come on boys, let’s go.

The boys head out as we see Haven contemplating in the bed. The scene fades out.

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We cut to a scene of Haven wearing thick sunglasses, covering his bloodshot eyes, as he sits outside with Hyada opposite of him at a small coffee shop. Haven looks over and sees Hyada frantically looking through a large book and jotting down notes. Haven breaks the silence as he stretches.

Haven: Gosh, I hate mornings.

Hyada looks up from his book with a “are you serious?” look.

Hyada: Haven, it is 2 in the afternoon. What have you been doing all week?

Haven wipes under his nose.

Haven: Nothing, bro. Just chillin with my homies.

Hyada stops and puts down his pencil.

Hyada: “Bro”? “Homies”? Who have you been hanging out with?

Haven snaps.

Haven: Look, Hyada. I wanted to come see you because I need advice. Let me just ask you this; If you had to do something bad, like really insignificantly bad, in order to gain a lot of good, would you do it?

Hyada: No, not at all.

Haven: But, what about the booze and latex?

Hyada: Huh?!

Haven: Look, this is exactly what I mean. I come to you for advice and you just give me riddles.

Hyada: What?! Are you an idiot? What are you talking about?

Haven stands up.

Hyada: Haven, where are you going?

Haven doesn’t respond.

Hyada: Look, I have to study, but our plane leaves tomorrow morning to head to our next location. We are going up against Blade & Mick Overlast. These two guys are not just two thrown together wrestlers. They have history together as a team. I looked it up during my study break. Ever heard of Sons of Destiny?

Haven retorts.

Haven: Ever heard of blah, blah blah?!

Hyada shoots Haven a very annoyed glare.

Hyada: Just promise me you’ll be there to get on the plane tomorrow morning. Once we start heading towards the venue, we will talk. For now, I just can’t take a break from this studying. Alright?

Haven: Fine. Check you later, bro.

Hyada rolls his eyes as the hungover, and possibly coked out, Haven walks off in anger.

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We cut to a shot of Fencer, Badger Dan, and two other guys from T10 on top of the UT Fraternity house. They are dressed in black sweats. A sky window covers the roof as one of the guys pops open the middle panel.

Fencer: Alright, now who is going down?

Haven: Need a hand?

Haven walks up to the group in his own black sweats, over his hero attire, and the WZCW Tag Team Title over his waist.

Fencer smiles as the rest of the group greets him with soft cheers.

BADGER DAN: I KNEW YOU WOULDN’T LET US DOWN, BABY!

Fencer: Badger Dan, quiet!

Badger Dan covers his mouth in an apologetic way.

Fencer: Good to see you, Haven. Want to do the honors of going down and setting off this stink bomb we constructed?

Badger Dan reaches in a backpack that he is wearing and pulls out a brown package.

Haven: Yeah, of course.

The group applauds his courage.

Fencer: Alright, put these special boots on. They’ll give you some bounce when we pull you back up.

Haven: Uh, okay.

Haven takes off his shoes and puts on the special boots. They then proceed to tie a rope around him. He gets ready to jump down with the stink bomb in hand. However, Fencer grabs his shoulder.

Fencer: Haven, want me to hold that for you?

Haven looks up and sees Fencer pointing. He is pointing at his championship belt.

Haven: Sure.

Haven unhooks his belt and hands it over to Fencer.

Haven: Thanks, Fencer.

Fencer: No problem, pal.

The group proceeds to lower Haven down into the UT house. As Haven gets to the ground, he hears a squish as his boots land on the floor. He finds this odd and tries to move his feet, but he is stuck. Haven wiggles around, but he can’t move. He looks up and is surprised to see the rope being thrown down. Haven yells up at T10.

Haven: Hey, what’s going on?!

Fencer yells down at Haven.

Fencer: Sorry, Haven. We decided you’re not really T10 material. Hey, but thanks for this, though.

Fencer holds up the sparkling WZCW Tag Team Championship.

Haven: You bastard!

BADGER DAN: T10 LOVES ITS TROPHIES, BABY!

The group laughs as Fencer winks at Haven.

Fencer: See ya, Haven.

They close the window panel as Haven wiggles around to get free.

Haven: Oh, gosh. Hyada is going to kill me. This can’t get any worse.

BOOOM!

The package Haven was holding blows up and he instantly gets tarred and feathered from the contents. Suddenly, the group of UT members from earlier come rushing in with the lights being turned on.

Grub: What’s going on?!

Firewire: We know how to fight!

Libro: Who is th- Oh, it’s Haven!

The group looks at the tarred and feathered Haven, who looks down in shame. However, his shame quickly turns into anger.

Tumbler: It was T10, wasn’t it?

Haven: How did you know?

Libro: You’re not the first one to get tarred and feathered.

Haven: They took my WZCW Tag Team Title too.

Firewire: Oh no, what are you going to do? You can't show up to your match against Blade & Overlast without your belt!

Haven wipes some feathers off his face.

Haven: I’m going to get it back, but for now I have to catch a plane. Do you guys have any cardboard and sharpies?

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The scene cuts to a shot of Hyada in a terminal. He is looking around for presumably his partner, and he finally catches some relief as he sees Haven running up. However, his relief is quickly turned into bewilderment. Haven runs up by picking feathers off his shoulder. However, Hyada’s biggest concern comes by looking at what is around Haven’s waist. It is a construction paper replica of a WZCW Tag Team Championship. Haven looks at Hyada’s face.

Haven: What?

Hyada: Just get on the plane. It’s too early to yell at you.

Haven walks past Hyada and heads for the check-in. Haven dawns a “I got away with it” face as Hyada walks behind him with his fingers pressing the inside parts of his eyes. The scene goes black.