MD45: Everest vs. Dr. Steven Kurtesy

[Phoenix]

After a long night at Unscripted, both Everest, who was in a Triple Threat match, and Steven Kurtesy, who just escaped the gruelling Hell in a Cell, will face off one on one. No doubt both men will be looking to make their claims further in pursuit of getting the next title shot against new champion Ty Burna.

Deadline for RPs is Tuesday 14th September 23:59 EST

 

[Viola Moonlight]

Inside of a First-Aid room is Dr. Steven Kurtesy who is wearing a doctor's coat and surgical gloves with slight blood stains... slouched & leaning over a sink with his head hanging down. It can be noted from the state of the room that medical supplies have been recently used, such as multiple band-aid packages lying around the top of the waste disposal. Steven lifts his head up to stare into a mirror and we see his reflection... his face is covered in cuts and bruises (partially visible), with blood still dripping from his eye. Steven opens an alcohol swab and cleanses the wound carefully. He opens the mirror to reveal a cabinet and takes out a band-aid. The sound of a door can be heard opening up and feet wearing heels walk in.

Tough day, huh?

Kurtesy smiles and continues to patch up the wound.

On the contrary, I'm actually giddy... more so than a schoolgirl who has discovered her first crush wants to pop her cherry.

You're quite the Prince Charming, aren't you?

Same as you are a Princess...

Steven closes the cabinet and smiles at the person in the reflection.

... It's been a while, hasn't it Stace?

Not long enough as it would seem.

Steven begins removing the gloves slowly, not trying to get blood on himself.

So... what brings you here? You're going to rub everything in my face, right?

Stacey chuckles.

I would, but it seems the glass plate already did a pretty good job.

Steven starts on the second glove.

I've had to use a scalpel to peel back some of the skin and hand-pick a couple of those ones dug in deep... tell you what though, self-stitching annoys me.

Stacey rolls her eyes and does not look in Steven’s direction, which he is disposing of the gloves and removes his coat.

You couldn't make a proper stitch even if you wrestled after drinking two litres of water.

Kurtesy turns around and begins wagging his index finger due to realising something, walking slowly in Stacey’s direction. This get's Madison's attention, but she has a foul expression on her face.

And yet Stace, I managed to heal up my own face... despite not being medically trained in this area of expertise. Some would say it's a shock for a first time attempt... It's kind of reminiscent of when I won the Battle Royale to qualify for the Hell in a Cell match at Unscripted. No-one saw it coming and I was to be a part of something never seen before in WZCW. I made history that night, Stace.

Madison lets out a sarcastic laugh.

Yeah, you showed us why the Crashin Movement is nothing but a bunch of, as Constantine would say, glorified jobbers.

Stacey raises her eyebrow at Kurtesy with a small grin on her face. Steven adopts a depressed look on his face with watery eyes, putting his hands on his heart staring straight into Madison’s eyes.

Stacey... that’s not something you’d say. My feelings are truly hurt... you are heeding the words of a dirty politician rather than a well-respected doctor?

Steven’s expressions change to a more serious tone, suggesting that Kurtesy was previously acting. Madison is taken aback by this.

It just shows that this entire place is quite ignorant. Just because we, the Crashin Movement, lost in our respective matches, it automatically gives people the right to criticise? Do people forget what we have achieved as a unit in such a short amount of time?

Besides losing?

Steven laughs.

Well, where do I start? I’m sure you know of how we caused the Mayhem Division to go to shambles and converted many to a more professional form of wrestling. Take a look at Alex Steele and Scott Hammond... we led them by example away from that disgusting filth known as garbage wrestling, with the former now being the new WZCW World Tag Team Champion... thanks to us taking the undeserving career of Hunter Kravinoff. Hell, we even have Chris Jones following our methodology in attempting to save the division. But... our influences go further beyond the Mayhem. I’ll admit, I was shaken up pretty badly during my visit in hell... but I managed to control the entire match, to which Ty Burna should be thanking me for my efforts at the very least, let alone a championship match in gratitude.

Madison looks at Kurtesy in disbelief.

You can’t be that self-obsessed to even conceive why Ty should give you an opportunity, surely?

Steven just smiles.

You can’t be that naive to believe that everything I do doesn’t matter, surely? I’m guessing you missed what went down... it if wasn’t for the good doctor, Vengeance would still be your WZCW World Heavyweight Champion and ruling the darkest hours of this company, not Ty Burna. I was the one who made Vengeance fall to his eventual grave with a simple arm drag. If I can cost Vengeance his career with such a move, what makes you think I can’t do the same to Ty... or anyone else in WZCW?

I’d like to see you try if that someone else is the legend of this business, Everest. I doubt you’d be able to even breathe before he gets the victory.

Well, you’d be telling the truth Stace, if it wasn’t for the fact that I am currently undefeated in my records against Everest.

You have never faced Everest... ever.

So I’m guessing my victory in the Battle Royale, where Everest was involved, is nullified? Then, why did I compete in the Cell?

You are right about one thing though, Everest is a legend of this business and will definitely become a Hall Of Famer in due time. But when you are being considered a legend, you start to begin... winding down. You’re time at the top of the mountain becomes an over-stay and you don’t have the energy to take the harsh conditions... so you begin your slow decent down. After his showing at Unscripted, Everest has become... Kosciusko... Kilimanjaro... a shadow of his former self and a mountain top that is much easier to conquer and topple. The feat of defeating that mountain becomes less relevant than before... I mean, even the talentless hack that Constantine is managed to make it. How is their doubt in anyone’s mind about the master of the psychology making Everest submit to the Crashin Movement?

This marks the beginning of the new era Stace... an era where the Crashin Movement will become the biggest threat, even bigger than the one we have created, in WZCW. It is only a matter of time before I become the next World Heavyweight Champion and I get my vengeance on Ty Burna for stealing the moment that he took from me. And when that time comes, I will go around to every single one of the doubters and ask them straight into their face...

Kurtesy begins to put his head very close to Madison’s. Stacey maintains being dominant and un-intimidated whilst Steven has a huge smirk on his face and staring at Madison blankly.

How does it make you feel... that you, were wrong?

Steven backs away from Stacey and laughs as he walks out of the room, leaving Madison by herself thinking... before shaking her head in disgust and leaving the room as well.

 

[michigan]

It’s backstage at Unscripted and after a few seconds Everest can be spotted coming down the corridor, he’s obviously tired and beaten up, he is dressed in his signature Everest muscle shirt, with workout pants and running shoes. His gold Rolex can be seen glistening in the glow of the hallway lights. As he gets closer to the camera, the audience can see several cuts crossing his forehead and one large bandage is wrapped around the other wrist. He strolls past a room with the door hanging open. He takes two steps or so before coming to a stop and backing up to the doorway. The camera is behind Everest now and we see what he is looking at.

There is a sink and washing station in the room. The sink is covered in blood stained towels and several empty bandage wrappers. Everest pauses for a moment and takes in the scene before speaking to no one in particular.

EVEREST: Damn, looks like some sort of demonic mad scientist movie set up in here. Is this what it’s come to? Selling out our bodies for entertainment?

With that a familiar voice interrupts Everest’s thoughts….

BECKY SERRA: Everest? What are you doing? I figured you be long gone by now.

EVEREST: Huh? Oh, hey Becky, figured I stick around to see our Main Event. I didn’t really think I’d see mass murder tonight but I guess Ty will never be accused of backing into this title run.

BECKY SERRA: Are you saying you didn’t like the show that Ty, Kurtesy, Cougar and Vengeance put on?

EVEREST: Becky, I’m saying that it wasn’t wrestling, it was more, um, it was more glorified New York city mugging to me. You see Becky, I’m a wrestler, always have been, always will be. These young punks will bitch and whine and call me a washed up old hack who’s living past his prime on his past accomplishments. Fact is, anymore you don’t have “real” champions. You don’t have the guys who will hang onto their belts through thick and thin. Nowadays you got a guy who wins it in some gimmick match, hurts some people with some fire, or a cage, or barbed wire bats and then because they have no background or any real skills to speak of find themselves on their backs a month later giving up their title to some other hack in wrestling boots.

BECKY: Well I guess you’ll be happy to know then that it’s been announced that you and Dr. Steven Kurtesy are going head to head on Meltdown.

EVEREST: Well is that so, Becky. Hmmm. Kurtesy and Everest, one on one. New age vs. the Old Guard. Seems so trivial to break it down to simple old school vs. New school.

I know he’s the master of Psychology, a mind game wizard they say. Problem is Becky, I’ve seen all that, I’ve done all that. It’s time to forget all that philosophical crap that these kids want to bring to the ring. It’s time to bring back the one thing all people understand. The one thing that fans, wrestlers and everyone in between can get behind -- Wrestling!

Monday night at Meltdown starts a new direction for WZCW. A revolution if you will, a rebirth, whatever fancy marketing term the powers that be want to attach to it.

At Meltdown Kurtesy is going to find out just how “finished” I am! Go ahead, Becky, tell the World. Tell your girlfriends, hell, tweet it from the mountaintops: Everest is coming to Meltdown to revitalize WZCW! It will start with Steven Kurtesy and it will end at the World Heavyweight Championship!

Like I said, call it the Old Guard, or the Geezer Club, or the Over the Hill Gang! Our fancy youngsters will come up with something in the back but the fact is Everest will be on top again.

So Becky, you tell Kurtesy, whether he brings his Crashin Movement or not, whether he wants to get a cage with him to Meltdown, it doesn’t matter, he’s going to end up the same way as so many others: Flat on his back, eyes rolled back in his head, with a head full of cobwebs. Once the stars clear, the light flickers back into his eyes and he finally realizes what happened, it will have been to later. One, two, three!

With that Everest picks up his bag and looks right at Becky!

EVEREST: It’s a new day Becky. But it’s still the same ole Everest!

With that Everest gives Becky a sly little wink, hoists his bag over his shoulder and heads off toward the parking garage exit door.