Meltdown 29/ Ascension 4

[Lee]

Who will you face? Only the thing called randomness will decided, heck you could even get a title shot.

Which show will you be on? Could be any (aside from Callahan who will be on MD and Titus on AS)

Any gimmicks? Let the draw decide!

Everyone it to RP in this thread to get practice for the Lethal Lottery, a no show for this will be the same as normal. Everyone is in this aside from Titus/Smith and those 'injured'

RP Deadline is Monday 5th October 23:59 EST.

All Deadline Extensions must be received by Friday 2nd October 23:59 EST

 

[Mantaur Rodeo Clown]

(Stacey Madison makes her way into the locker room, the camera following her down the corridor to reveal William Teach sitting in the corner, rolling a die over and over. He looks up and grins a huge grin at Stacey)

William Teach: THANK GOD! I’ve been sitting here for 40 minutes rolling this die. If I got anymore bored I might have had to go and, I don’t know, win another gauntlet match...

Stacey Madison: Oh, you’re getting cocky now are you? Well trust me you’re still a small fish in this ocean!

WT: Well aren’t you a little bundle of cynicism? (he grins at her)

SM: (Glares at Teach) What are you doing back here anyways? Shooting Craps?

WT: What? No. Rush has to go to the gym on Thursdays….Uhm never mind. No, I was testing out Bayes’ Theorem

SM: And, pray tell, what is that?

WT: Well, it says that “The theorem expresses the posterior probability for example after evidence E is observed of a hypothesis H in terms of the prior probabilities of H and E, and the probability of E given H. It implies that evidence has a stronger confirming effect if it was more unlikely before being observed.”

(Stacey looks at him disapprovingly)

WT: Yeah, so I memorized that off Wikipedia. So what? Don’t judge me! The fact of the matter is, I have as much chance of guessing the next number I roll as guessing who my opponent is going to be this week. Probability is fun isn’t it?

SM: Aren’t you scared? You have to face some giant monster in the ring?

WT: Well, not really….I sorta beat one of those in my debut match. I have it on VHS if you want to watch it…

(Stacey looks at him disapprovingly)

WT: You don’t smile much do you? (He puts his face right next to hers and watches) Not even a twitch? (Stacey's face remains in a constant state of annoyance) Seriously, that’s pretty impressive. Like a statue! C’mon, just try and smile, it’s not hard

(Stacey continues to look at Teach disapprovingly. Teach looks at the cameraman in disbelief)

WT: Well, if you’re not going to interview me, I’ll take that (He snatches the microphone, much to the chagrin of Madison) You see Ladies and Jellybeans, I am excited. Yes sir, this is going to be good. Because I don’t know who is going to walk out of that curtain. There’s something about that….unknown factor that makes the hairs on my neck stand on edge. All that adrenaline….rushing past me….God, I’ll feel like Ashleigh FalKon on a shopping spree. But that’s not what this is about. No, this interview is for me to put it all out to you wrestlers. I am ready for you. Whoever you are, I’m always ready.

(Teach puts some gum in his mouth and clears his throat)

WT: So, to all my fans out there, I have something to Teach You.

Huddled Masses: (Their voices boom from the arena outside) Teach Us!

WT: What I’m teaching today is the limerick, so listen up! I don’t know who I’m facing, so why don’t I address a few of you?

HM: Teach Us!

WT: There once was a boy called Zander
To be honest a bit wild in his candour
But at Against All Odds the other night
Frankie Smith gave him one hell of a fight
And now he has two black eyes like a panda

HM: TEACH US!

WT: But let’s not forget guy called Blade
The “Zero Hunter” who has it made
Yeah I saw that you beat Baller
Without Karnage you’re way smaller
But it’ll be 2015 before you get laid.

HM: TEACH US!

WT: Then there’s that man named Everest
Who, wrestling wise, thinks he’s the cleverest
But the thing here, you see
Is that until I pin him 1, 2, 3
And become your new WZCW World Heavyweight Champion, I will never rest!

HM: TEACH US!

(Teach smiles into the camera, before it zooms out to reveal Stacey Madison, looking perturbed as always in the same angry pose, glaring at Teach)

WT: OH, Stacey! You’re still here…and still haven’t moved your facial muscles...at all... (Teach sighs and hands her back the microphone) You should probably work on that, gargoyles scare people.

(Staceys eyes go wide in rage as Teach runs out of the locker room, followed by a livid Stacey, heel in hand, ready to hit Teach. The camera zooms in on a solitary die on the floor, with one solitary dot gleaming in the fluorescent light)

 

[Baller]

We are located in Mr. Baller’s locker room, where we see Mr. Baller staring straight into a chalkboard, focused more then ever, when Coach Darby comes in.

Coach has an angry look on his face

Coach: Mandel, you call yourself a Baller, you need to get your mind in the game son, you have a big match coming up this week.

Mr. Baller: I know Coach, I let my guard down, thinking that I got into that freak, known as Karnage. I had him in the palm of my hand, and at All or Nothing, he snapped back into himself.

Coach: You got too cocky and I am tired of you thinking you are so great considering you are still WINLESS IN WZCW.

Baller: I know Coach, but who is my opponent this week?

Coach: Well you see this week they are mixing it up a bit. In order to get prepared for Lethal Lottery, they will be having a roulette to decide what show you will be on, as well as your opponent. Now look at the board, here is our gameplan.

Baller looks up at the chalkboard.

Coach: Now, there are 30 wrestlers on the WZCW active roster. Now excluding Titus and Frankie Smith, as well as yourself we are down to 27 possible opponents for you. We have to be prepared for every single one of them.

Baller: Listen Coach, I love what you are trying to do and all, but there is no way I can strategize for 27wrestlers. Here is my strategy, I am going to go in and take care of business, no goofing off, I’m gonna let out all of my revenge on Blade, on whoever my opponent may be. My losing streak is going to come to an end, I don’t care who it is, when they step into MY ring, and it will be GAME OVER for them.

Baller stands up and walks out of his locker room.

Baller: Now to any of the 27 that I face, you will see a different side of Mr. Baller. There is going to be hell to the pay in that squared circle. Blade, I hope that I face you once more in that ring this week whether it is on Meltdown or Ascension, you are yet to ever earn an actual victory here in WZCW and at All or Nothing your buddy Karnage bailed you out. You are not a car dealership that can be relieved every time they face failure. Blade you better hope that the roulette doesn’t land on me or your lucky streak will come to an end.

Baller runs into Stacey Madison, who wants an interview

Stacey: Can I have a….

Mr. Baller angrier then ever before just grabs the mic and shoves Stacey out of the way, as heads to Chuck Myle’s office

Baller: Now to all of the so called “Champions”, one lucky spin on the wheel and your title reign will come to an end. Coach has taught me well enough to never let my guard down and just go in there and take care of business. Good Luck to all of you out there because you are going to need it. Marcus Chambers if I get you, it will be easy given you’ll show up 5 minutes late. Zander Young, when I’m done with you, you wont be pretty enough to be on tv. William Teach, I will be teaching you a lesson, if that wheel lands on you. It don’t matter who it is, I am going to come out of Meltdown or Ascension VICTORIOUS.

Mr. Baller opens up Myle’s door as he heads to spin the wheel.

 

[TheDandTheV]

The scene opens as Becky Serra walks up to Matt Royale’s dressing room door. She is about to knock, but stops as she can hear Matt Royale on the phone inside.

Royale: Sued! By who?...Adam what? I don’t know an Adam…O the chair shot. I said I was sorry…well I said it in my head….what do you mean it doesn’t count?...I don’t have time for this. Just call my lawyer…I don’t have a lawyer?...then um bye.

Becky again is about to knock on the door, but before she does Matt Royale opens it and starts walking down the hallway.

Becky: Bad day?

Royale looks behind himself to see Becky, not noticing the cameraman, he answers in a low, angry tone.

Royale: Bad day? If you call getting sued, losing every match you’ve been in so far, having a sociopath chase you, and having your friends, family members, and random people on the street tell you how you’re not wrestling royalty and that Matthew Fox is going to destroy you? Then yes I’m having a bad day.

Royale notices the cameraman and starts to calm down.

Royale: Is this an interview?

Becky: Um…yes. What are your feelings on your next match?

Royale: My match? You see Becky I don’t even know who I’m facing. So you can understand I don’t have many feelings about this match. Don’t get me wrong, though, I am looking forward to this match. I’m looking forward to finally proving all those idiots that tell me I’m not wrestling royalty and that I won’t amount to anything in WZCW wrong.

Becky: How?

Royale smiles

Royale: You need to understand, Becky I could face anyone for anything on the roster. Not only will I prove I’m wrestling royalty, the best in the world, by winning; but if I get the right spin I’ll prove it by becoming a champion.

Becky is about to ask Royale another question, but Royale realizes something he wants to say and stops her.

Royale: Wait Becky I just want to say something to those I might face. I’ve said it once before, but I want to remind all of you again. I will do anything to beat you. I want my first win. I don’t care if you are my best friend or the person I hate the most. I will do ANYTHING to beat you no matter how low it is.

Royale looks pleased with himself and motions for Becky to ask her next question.

Becky: This feud between you and Matthew Fox seems to be escalating. Do you really think you can back up your words and defeat him?

Royale shakes his head and sighs.

Royale: You’re just like the others, Becky. You all think that just because he’s so much bigger than me that I don’t stand a chance. You can’t be more wrong.

Royale opens the door to his dressing room and starts to walk in. He motions for Becky to follow him.

Royale: Becky, the way you defeat men like Matthew Fox is you find their weakness and exploit it in a way to defeat them. However, there are times when that person doesn’t have a weakness. Yes, I admit it Matthew Fox doesn’t have weakness. I watched all kinds of tapes of his matches and didn’t find a thing, but this doesn’t mean he’s unbeatable. The trick in beating someone with no weakness…

A smile grows on Royale’s face as he picks up a steal chair leaning on the wall.

Royale: Is making your own.

Royale starts to walk out of the room with the chair in his hand as the scene fades to black.

 

[Dave]

As the promo begins, Karnage is seen walking in front of a blank titantron. His stare is ice cold as he marches down a half assembled ramp, clutching his journal in his right hand. Technical staff, sporting All or Nothing t-shirts are hard at work dismantling equipment and pulling things apart with care. Karnage continues down the ramp as he approaches the ring that no longer dons its usual apron. In fact it is bare and the ropes are in the middle of being disassembled. The technical staff begin to stare at Karnage as he descends the ramp continuously. As Karnage reaches the bottom of the ramp, a technical staff member approaches him.

Staff member: Excuse me, Karnage.

Karnage flashes a look at him and then maintains his icy glare that sends shivers into the soul of the staff member. The staff member trembles and tries very hard to find the words to say.

Staff member: I… uh… we, were, um, wondering.

The staff member gulps loudly as a sly smile appears in the corner of Karnage’s mouth. The staff member does not notice this however and attempts to blurt out the remainder of the sentence.

Staff member (rushing): Wondering why you are here when we were told to dismantle everything…

The staff member is now cowered slightly and has one eye closed towards Karnage, who is towering above him. Karnage looks unimpressed and darts another cold gaze towards the staff member who immediately recoils slightly.

Staff member: You know what… We’ll come back later. Take all the time you need, big guy!

The staff member waves across to some of the other men who inhabit parts of the arena. The men are hard at work but with a wave of a hand and the look of terror in the staff member’s eyes, they drop their tools and begin to walk away from their stations. Karnage doesn’t drop his glare for one moment though and continues to watch the initial staff member as he walks up the ramp and through the exit at the top. Karnage smiles at the thought of people doing what he wants and looks pleased about his intimidation techniques.

After a second of looking around the now deserted arena, a shadow of what it was only hours ago, Karnage begins his walk to the ring. The stairs of the ring have been removed and as Karnage notices this, he shakes his head slightly as if he is upset over the minor inconvenience that has befallen him once more. He places his journal on to the mat and then slides under loosened ring ropes. He collects his journal and walks around the ring for a few moments. Resting against a turnbuckle Karnage collects his thoughts and then slumps to backwards into the corner and allows his body to fall to the mat.

After a moment, Karnage begins to speak.

Karnage: Almost 3 hours ago, I was in this very ring. I was in this ring and I was refereeing a match which lived up to my expectations. People may or may not think about why I was in this match in the first place. Some have said that I wanted to inflict as much damage as possible to Blade. Some have said that it was that I wanted to see Baller pick up a win. But I had much more devious plans for that match. I knew that Blade would want to hit me. I knew that he is not worth all of the promise that people are showing in him. I have seen tonight that Blade is weak. Blade is just like every other superstar that is on the WZCW roster. I look at all of the people I have been up against in the ring and all I can see is people who are afraid to admit who they are. I started in WZCW against “Showtime” David Cougar. Cougar was in 3 matches tonight and tried to take it all, he came away with nothing. Yet, next week I am sure that he will come out and say that he was unlucky and should have won the matches he was involved in. He’s a liar and a fraud.

Then, I look at people like Blade. Blade is in the same vein as Showtime and every other liar on the WZCW roster. Blade knows that he can’t beat me and he knows that he has to get me on his side to get past me. Well Blade, I can tell you something right now: you will not be successful. Sure you won the match tonight but would you have won it if I had not done the hard work for you? I doubt it highly. Yet next week, you will come out and say that you were happy about your win and that you were glad you could pick up a win at your first pay per view. You and I both know that you can’t do it without me. You claim that you are trying to save me, yet I am the one saving you at every turn. I saved your match tonight and now I am on a crusade of my own. I am going to prove that you are a fraud and that you are no better than any other man who laces his boots before any match.

Karnage takes a deep breath in and then exhales as he grabs the large, leather-bound journal from his side.

Karnage: You think that you are doing me a favour by trying to turn me back into my former self but you don’t realise that this is true me. You claim that I am your best friend in the fed but you fail to notice that I am happy destroying things. You fail to notice that I am one of the most lethal people here and you also fail to notice how I have you in the palm of my hand.

I want to read you what I wrote in my journal yesterday.

Thursday 24th of September:

Tomorrow is All or Nothing and I already know what is going to happen. People call me “the variable” but I have plans for both Blade and Baller at All or Nothing. There are no variables in this match because I already have my plans set in stone. Blade is the biggest obstacle in my way of achieving what I want. You see, for the last few months I have been a sham of the man I used to be. More importantly, I lost focus of what I really wanted and that’s a title. My world was filled with rainbows and sunshine and not damage and destruction. No matter what happens at All or Nothing, I have set my sights on becoming a champion. I know that becoming more dangerous and lethal than I have ever been is the only way to do it. So, I changed. Blade was just the pawn in my little game that has given me more credibility than ever. People now know that I will stop at nothing to get what I want.

Even Baller believed that I was on his side. I think he still does. Tomorrow night will be a shock for Blade and Baller simultaneously. Both of them have no idea of what awaits them as they step into the ring with me. Tomorrow night will be an eye-opening experience for Blade, Baller and everyone who thought that Karnage had turned over a new leaf.

Karnage closes the journal carefully and places it on the mat once again. He looks around the arena once again and then drops his head so that his chin meets his chest. He lifts it again after a few seconds with a huge smile etched across his face.

Karnage: You see, Blade. You were nothing more to me than another way to get what I want. You mistook my nature for friendship and this turned out to be your undoing. You are weak-minded and ignorant of the world that exists around you. You thought that you would just walk in here and walk yourself to the top. You thought that you could make friends and that making your way up the ladder would be a stroll in the park. Not once did you think that people would take advantage of your good nature and make you nothing more than a toy on their way to success. I played you and tonight you showed me that you have nothing that I need to worry about.

However, I have something that you need to worry about. You need to worry about me. You need to worry about your luck and most of all; you need to worry about the fact that you don’t have what it takes to get to the top. Next week, it’s Meltdown Madness and Ascension Anarchy. WZCW will not know what hit it when I am unleashed upon it. For all we know, I could be drawn against you in a grudge match for the ages, or I could go up against Everest, the World Champion. No one knows until next week but everyone should know one thing;

I am Karnage and anarchy is what I do best. I urge everyone, from the bottom to the top, to prepare. Prepare for a new kind foe. No one determines their own luck and at Meltdown or Ascension, we are going to see how lucky some people really are.

 

[Low_Ki]

The camera fades into a busy London street and towards The Mint Casino in Kensington. The camera fades inside the small venue as we see ‘The English Enigma’ Scott Hammond looking over a roulette table wearing a light grey trench coat and a pair of shades. He places some chips on numbers 21, 35 and 37.

Roulette Dealer: All bets are in.

The roulette dealer then begins to spin the roulette wheel and throws in the ball. Scott Hammond looks on with an expressionless face made even more eerie because we cannot see his eyes. The ball is coming to a stop now as a small crowd of people begin to assemble around the table. The ball stops on red 35.

Roulette Dealer: Red 35, winner Mr Hammond.

The dealer then pushes a large group of chips over towards Hammond. Hammond reels them in and takes off his shades. Smiling he focuses on the camera.

Scott Hammond: Luck, it comes with a certain charm. It can mean the difference between life and death, winning and losing, and even something as small and trivial as heads or tails. Me, I am a great believer in luck. Some need it, some don’t. I have never needed luck in my life, because simply put, I am in control. That last hand in roulette was not a stroke of luck, I simply used my head.

Hammond gets up from the table and walks over to cash his chips. He drops them off and then walks into a lounge area. He sits comfortably down on a long leather sofa and looks towards the camera.

Scott Hammond: And so it has happened. I am finally here. Its official. I am a member of the WZCW family. I got the call. And now I am more focussed than I have ever been. What a way to introduce myself to the WZCW world. A lottery. Including most members of the WZCW roster, one of two shows. I could very well be in a title match in my first ever match for this company. Its all very exciting. But me personally, I could not care less who I find myself across the ring from in my first match. Purely because it doesn’t matter who it is, I will walk out victorious. I have seen the promos of some of the guys in the locker room, and they all seem to be wishing for something. I saw William Teach with his little nursery rhymes, very interesting…not. Mr Baller talks real good. But lets face it, a man who takes orders from someone else is never going to get anywhere in life. You have to take charge, do what you want when you want. That is what I have done. I have taken charge of my life, taking what I have learnt along the way. I am ready for all comers, including both of my developmental ‘buddies’ Byakko and J-Dogg.

Hammond gets up to let two beautiful women sit down. He collects his winnings and walks out of the casino. He sits on a ledge outside and looks out into the busy streets.

Scott Hammond: Byakko where do I even start with you. Even though we have yet to meet, we have exchanged some pretty nasty words. But the Lethal Lottery is where the talking stops. Byakko, I prey that you and I are drawn together. I want to prove to you so badly that you are wrong. You believe me to be some peasant because I don’t have a history like yourself. I hope to prove to you that history accounts for nothing. I don’t care what kind of match it is. But I warn you, if weapons are legal, bad things may happen to you.

A Mercedes Benz pulls up at the side of the road, Hammond gets up from outside the casino and walks to the car, getting in. The camera fades inside the car watching Hammond as he stares blankly at the camera.

Scott Hammond: The Lethal Lottery means one thing. I will be across the ring from someone in my first outing in WZCW. In turn that means that the person I am matched up against will be up for a dose of bad luck. I don’t believe in it, but the man that I beat will believe in it. I will start my ascension to greatness during the Lethal Lottery, and there is nobody that will stop me, NOBODY.

Hammond begins to roll up a dark window in front of the camera. It winds up to the top and then begins to wind down again.

Scott Hammond: Because I’m Scott Hammond, and you WILL respect me!

Hammond relaxes back into his seat as the scene fades to black

 

[NSL]

Trevor Steel and Leon Kensworth are speeding down the highway, music pumping through the speakers. Leon is gripping the dashboard and the door handle for all his life as Trevor weaves in and out of traffic, whizzing by cars at a high rate.

Spoiler: Car Stereo

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Leon Kensworth: WHERE ARE WE GOING?! WHY ARE WE GOING SO FAST?! TREVOR?! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!

The song finishes right before Leon shouts "Can you hear me?", and Trevor jumps, jerking the car into the other lane. Leon's eyes shoot to the road, and he squeezes even harder on the dashboard.

Trevor Steel: Don't scare me like that. Gee, man. What's up?

Leon Kensworth: I want to know where we're going. When you said we should hang out one day, and I agreed, I didn't think you'd toss me in the car and head off like this. Now we're traveling to who knows where, at what, one twenty? You're a madman.

Trevor Steel: You're afraid of a little speed? Alright, fine. I'll slow down a bit.

Trevor eases into the right lane, and slows down to the speed limit.

Trevor Steel: Happy? Now we'll never make it in time.

Leon Kensworth: Make it in time to what? You still haven't told me where we're going.

Trevor Steel: There's a big metal show tonight down by the pier. You'll love it.

Leon Kensworth: Metal show? I'm a BeeGees kind of guy. Metal is really not my taste. Are you sure you want to take me there?

Trevor Steel: Of course. Besides. There's a little something I want to show you while we're there.

Leon smiles awkwardly, and releases his death grip on the dashboard. Trevor turns the radio back on, and exits the highway.

***** ***** *****​

Trevor pulls into the arena's parking lot and finds a reserved spot in the front with his name on a sign hanging over it.

Leon Kensworth: Reserved spot, huh? You friends with the band or something?

Trevor Steel: Nah. I know someone that works upstairs, and they said if I won at All Or Nothing, they'd get me tickets and a parking spot for tonight. I had originally asked Rachele to come along, but she just gave me a dirty look and a kick that left me walking funny for a day or two.

Trevor turns off the car, and both men exit, spilling empty fast food cups and empty fry containers all over the asphalt. Leon wipes some ketchup off the bottom of his pants, and notices a group of people looking at him from near the entrance.

Bystander 1: Look at that guy! Showed up for a metal show in a three-piece suit!

Bystander 2: I bet he's a BeeGees fan!

Leon just hurries around the car, and starts towards the entrance with Trevor.

Leon Kensworth: Where are our seats?

Trevor Steel: Seats? Who needs seats at a metal show?

Leon adjusts his tie, and the color escapes from his face. Trevor gives him a pat on the back, almost knocking him over.

***** ***** *****​

Inside the building, the only lighting is on the stage, where the band is going strong, and fans are stage diving. Security is running all over, trying to catch them, and mosh pits have broken out all over the place. Trevor is headbanging, letting his hair fly all over, sweat dripping down his shirt. Leon is leaning into a corner, looking on, trying to avoid Trevor's hair and drunken concert-goers. The song ends, and Trevor comes to a screeching halt, letting out a loud shriek in appreciation.

Leon Kensworth: Are you OK? That looked like it hurt. These people are mad. Look at all those crowd surfers! They could seriously injure themselves.

Trevor Steel: Nah, they won't. That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. You see, whenever someone dives, the crowd comes together, they catch them. They carry them through the building. It's about teamwork, camaraderie. No one would dare drop them, no one would dare take a swing.

Leon Kensworth: Why's that?

Trevor Steel: Because there's a price to pay.

Leon Kensworth: What about all of those mosh pits? Security can't control it!

Trevor Steel: Security at these places is a joke. Just a buch of barmaids trying to act tough. The mosh pits are secured by the people in them. Someone gets knocked down, everyone stops and pulls them up. Someone gets run into, everyone stops to check on them. People respect each other. Respect is a very important thing to me. That's why I got this yesterday...

Trevor pulls up his sleeve on his right arm, and reveals "KARMA" in bold lettering up his arm. He pulls out a tin of tattoo lotion, and starts to rub it on as he turns back to Leon.

Trevor Steel: For every good thing you do, something good happens in return. For every bad thing you do, something bad happens. What happened at All Or Nothing leaves the Daves, and Ricky, with a steep price to pay. Titus is a good man, and they took advantage of that, and cost him the title. I would've been out there, but Drake stopped me.

Leon Kensworth: Drake? Drake Callahan? The new Eurasian champ?

Trevor Steel: The one and only. What he told me, was that their time will come. I took a step back, and thought about it. He's right. This week, things are getting shaken up, and I have no clue who I'll be facing. It could be one of them, it could be Rafael...Hell...For all I know, it could be Titus. I just need to keep myself prepared. I picked up a nice win for my team at the pay-per-view, and I hope to stay on that roll. We'll see what happens.

Leon Kensworth: You're not worried at all? What if you match up against Everest? Showtime? Celeste? These are big time players in WZCW.

Trevor Steel: I look at it like this. A win over one of them, and there's nothing but daylight ahead of me. A loss, and I can say I went down fighting against one of the best in the business.

Leon Kensworth: What if you get a tag match? A handicap match?

Trevor Steel: I just told you, I live in a world where trust and teamwork are key. I'll be fine.

Leon Kensworth: What about the gimmick matches? First Blood? Last Man Standing? Submission? Mayhem rules?

Trevor Steel: First Blood scares me a little. Under those rules I'd get pretty crazy trying to win, and I'd probably end up slicing myself open. I'm looking forward to a Last Man Standing or Mayhem. Both of those are right up my alley. I'm always up for a hardcore fight, and I will never stay down.

As Trevor finishes, a fight breaks out on the floor.

Trevor Steel: Hang on, Leon. I've got something to take care of.

Trevor stands up, grabs a wooden folding chair from against the wall, and shatters it over one guys back, before grabbing the other one's collar and sliding him across the floor.

Trevor Steel: What's with you guys? Fighting like a bunch of rabid dogs! You're grown men for crying out loud!

Trevor slams down the chunk of wood that he has left in his hand, and motions to Leon. Trevor heads towards the door, Leon close behind.

 

[Phoenix]

The darkness is broken by a lighter being used to light a cigarette and a fading light appears on a dark sophisticated leather seat, everything is in black and white as we see a figure sitting in a chair holding a cigarette. The partially lit figure is Big Dave, who sits staring into space with the smoke brewing and the ash falling.

I know what you’re wondering…

Why did you do it…

Why lie when the truth can benefit the situation…

Fact is…I didn’t

I kept saying the order had spoken, that the FHD would make an impact on WZCW history at All or Nothing and that Titus would not become World Heavyweight Champion

I wouldn’t call myself a liar, but rather everyone else as…ignorant. You accept what you only know as your truth, it’s enough for you to live on

But I will tell you my side, so if you can, you can make your own decision.

It Civil Revolution, we had just retained the titles…

The scene fades into the FHD locker room where we see everything from Big Dave’s perspective, he’s currently washing his face at a sink, seeing the reflection of himself in front of him as the water splashes up.

I throw a towel over my shoulder and walk into the main area where Ace is sitting in the corner, drinking some bottled water.

How you doing there bud?

Ace: I’m ok. Just letting the rush go after that win. We got to be at Gary’s by 11 to keep our seats at the game.

Yeah that’s all good. I mean it’s not like the rest of the pay per view is important

There’s a knock at the door, I walk over and open it to find the World Heavyweight Champion, Steamboat Ricky standing there. He comes in and sits on the bench and I stand nearby Ace, eventually sitting too

Ricky: Hey guys. Great victory tonight!

Ace: You’re not doing your silly pirate voice?

Ricky: Nah, I just want to talk about something serious for now

Ok, we’ll listen

Ricky: Well simply put, you’re the best of the best for tag team wrestling, and naturally I’m the World Champion. I’m suggesting that if we can combine our strengths, we can make ourselves even greater than the WZCW itself! I’m not saying we make it public right now, but I have a plan. By All or Nothing, we will emerge as those who rule the company. We’ll take over and be an order, THE order. The Ricky World Order

Ace: The Ricky World Order? While it all sounds tempting, I think the name needs perfecting. We’re not going to be your lap dogs, if we accept. We want to be on even par

Ricky: Exactly how I want it to be. Tell you what, I’ll give you some guys to think about it and I’ll see how you guys feel come next week.

Ok. Well good luck in your match, I’m sure you’ll retain tonight

Ricky: I’m sure I will. I’ll see you next week

And there was the offer. A chance for greatness, to improve on what we have already accomplished and become so much more in the WZCW. It didn’t take too long to be convinced

We’re inside a car, Ace is driving while I’m sitting in the passenger seat, we’re just arriving at the Meltdown arena

Ace: That game was quite immense last night

Yeah, I didn’t think he would be that stupid to try and bet with a Queen Two, but you got it done again! Right here we are, that’s Chuck Myles right there isn’t he?

Ace: Must be so, I didn’t get who we’re facing again tonight. Lets go ask after we’ve parked

Ace parts the car and we unload with our bags and tag belts. We head to the door where Chuck Myles is standing, he’s just greeted Rush who enters through the door. He stops us on the way in

Myles: Woah there. What are you doing?

Ace: Getting ready for some Meltdown action tonight, sir!

Myles: I know you are, but you’re not. Dave, you’re booked on Ascension, I’m sorry but I can’t change that, you’ll have to make your way to Keystone City before tomorrow night kicks in

I can’t believe this

I head off away and Ace follows

Ace: Hey dude. I know this sucks now, but let’s keep it together. I’ll head down to Ascension after tonight as quick as I can ok?

Sure man

We shake hands, FHD style

Can I have a quick moment?

Ricky’s returned, this time without the belt he lost at the pay per view

Hey Rick, sorry about your loss

Ricky: Don’t worry about it. Have you guys had a chance to think over my proposal? I mean with the rWo, you won’t have to endure booking errors like this right?

Ace: You got a point. One moment with Dave

We have a quick whisper amongst ourselves

You got yourself a World Order

We shake hands with Ricky and I get into the car and leave for Ascension

But how does it work when Ricky has been an opponent you ask? Well..

Everest has just left our locker room, there’s a knock at the other door, it’s Ricky

Ricky: Hey guys. Sorry I couldn’t meet with you sooner, I only just got the chance

That’s fine. But how is this going to work? You’re on our opposing team tonight

Ricky: That’s the beauty about how this will happen. I don’t want you to hold back, if we want an impact we mustn’t suspect an alliance now. I can take a lot of pain, hell use a steel chair if you have to, make it look convincing.

I…I guess so. Have you got any plans at all because we need to get a message across

Ricky: Well that’s the other thing. Titus is here tonight, he’s doing commentary. Now I think that he’s outstaying his welcome off of Ascension, we need to show that he can’t be allowed to go where he feels, so get something across. I plan to play him, so I start allying it up with him, it’s so he can’t suspect a thing.

Ace: And then?

Ricky: You boys will go to Ascension and make an impact. If you can, screw him out his Elite X title…or better yet, steal it! Just steal it and get out of there, find a remote bridge somewhere and I’ll give you instructions
Ace: Ok. Well we better split before someone catches us. We’ll go now, see you later

But why did I feel so much hate for Titus? Well simply put, he thinks he’s better because he’s Elite X Champion, he can walk in and show his approval, say what he feels. I threw Garth into him because he deserved to be surprised, that I don’t take his crap. I watched the playback of Meltdown and heard his words, the sound of that ignorance, the cockiness, he needed to be taken off his high horse.

And the moment we stole that belt, I felt justice had started. I wanted to get rid of that belt, the filth and poison that he represents in this company but Ace wouldn’t let me, nor would Ricky. If I had to be honest, I never cared for the belt, I didn’t want to win it that night, I wanted to end Titus. He thought he could go out there and claim to be the next World Champion, we knew he could not be allowed the chance to win, Ace agreed as did Ricky.

Everest may have got the lucky break and got the cover on Ricky, but he isn’t a true World Champion. You would think he would try and pin without using the ropes, but alas it has happened. So Everest can call his current hold of the belt as “borrowed time”, because Ricky will reclaim what is rightfully his as he stands over a bloody and battered Titus, the end of his days are coming.

As for the Second Coming, let them have their five seconds of glory, they never pinned us or made us tap to win the titles. Knowing the Roulette they will probably defend against the likes of that Zander Young with Blade and lose them straight away. It took them six months to even claim the titles, expect them to lose them in six minutes.

But with the Roulette, it means chaos, uncertainty. We, The Order, will set things right. I don’t care who I…who we get, who we destroy. We will set order throughout the WZCW and mark my words, someone will pay for getting in the way of the Ricky World Order. All I say to that poor soul is…good luck.

Dave puts out the cigarette and leaves the chair, sitting in the middle of the room as the light goes out.

 

[Fratelli]

The scene fades in at the end of Frankie and Zander’s match at All Or Nothing as we see Zander Young lying on a medic table in the middle of the changing room on his stomach. Zander’s briefcase is sitting with his clothes and suitcase.
The changing room is almost empty with the exception of a few guys wrestling in the 6 man tag match, walking around getting washed and cleaned up. The black haired medic is pulling bits of broken glass out of his bloody and bruised back. Zander yelps in agony every time a shard is pulled out his back by the tweezers. As the medic drops another piece of glass into a bowl Steve and Neil walk into the room.

Zander - What the hell do you guys want? Ah Jesus Christ! He shouts as the medic pulls out a large shard of glass.

Steve - We just came to check up on you. How are you doing?

Zander - I’m great Steve, never better. Idiot! He screams in agony again.

Steve - Ok Zander don’t take it out on me. You should never have took that briefcase to the ring in the first place. You only have yourself to blame.

Zander - Shut up!

Just at that moment Leon Kensworth walks into the dressing room with a microphone followed by a camera man.

Zander - What the hell?

Leon - Zander, can I get a quick interview?

Zander - No, but I’ll give you this. He turns on his side and gives Leon the middle finger.

Steve - Sorry Leon, he’s just a little annoyed after losing his gig.

Zander - Ok but hurry up!

Leon - Sure, no problem. What I’d like to ask you first is your reflection of the match, and the overall feud you’ve just had with Frankie Smith?

Zander - Feud I had? Leon, this is a feud that will never end. Myself and Frankie, we are but mortal enemies. If you were to ask him, he will say that he won the war. Yeah he beat me when it mattered. But I still proved that I can also beat him, I beat him more times than he beat me. Maybe the thing with the briefcase wasn’t such a good idea. It was my main focus during the match when I should have concentrated on the matter in hand. A shot at the Elite X title. But that will have to wait for now, but not for long. I will have my chance at a championship again!

Leon - So you think the briefcase may have been a bad idea?

Neil interrupts laughing - Hang on there Leon. You know what this means Zander? You’re a briefcase wanker! He says hardly able to contain his laughter.

Leon begins to laugh too.

Zander - Yes thank you 'Will'. I don’t know what you’re laughing at Leon, You little cat wanker. He says as he continues to get glass picked out his back.

Leon’s head drops as his laughter turns into a sad groan.

Steve - Ok guys lets simmer down on the insults and get focused on the task in hand.

Zander - Yeah I’ll admit it, the briefcase was a bad idea.He groans in pain. But Frankie Smith drove me to my breaking point. For the record cat wanker, however long it may take, I will get my revenge on Frankie Smith!

Leon - Well I want to give you my deepest sympathies on tonight’s match, and I wish you luck in the future. He says as he and the camera man turn around and walk out the door.

Zander - Yeah whaTEVER!!! He screams as the final bit of glass is removed from his back.

The scene fades out as Zander crawls off the table.

The scene fades in on Friday the 25th of September. Zander, Neil and Steve are sitting in Steve’s office surrounding the computer on the desk. Zander is in control as he scans through WZCW.com.

Zander - Meltdown Madness and Ascension Anarchy, what’s this? He says as he clicks on the link.
Zander scans the page a few times as Neil and Steve look on over his shoulder.

Steve - Lethal lottery? Wow, looks like you could have a tough night ahead of you.

Zander - Yeah, I don’t even know what show I’m going to be on either by the looks of things. He says quietly.

Neil - Says here you could even face the champs in a title match. World championship, Mayhem championship, you could be the Eurasian champ by the end of the night Zander.

Zander - Wow, yeah your right Neil. Maybe I’ll finally get that bit of luck I’ve been needing of late.

Steve - World champion Zander? Are you sure you’re up to that? I mean your training hasn’t been going so good as of late. Infact, it’s been basically no existent as of late.

Zander - Damn it Steve, You’re right, you’re actually right for a change. Maybe that’s why I haven’t been performing as of late. I need to train more. Damn it, I’m hitting the gym this week and I’ve got a few days free next week where I’m going to the most intense training of my life. I mean I could be facing anyone at either show. I need to prepare for anything the lottery could throw at me!

Steve - Well take Neil with you, I don’t want him feeling left out. You could do a sort of training montage couldn’t you Neil for Zander TV?

The scene fades out.

The scene fades in as Eye Of The Tiger plays over the top of the video. Each new clip represents a different day of the week before Meltdown/Ascension.

The first scene, the Monday, shows Zander in the pouring rain riding a bicycle in the forest. The track is long, bumpy and dirty. Zander, in his blue cycling gear, is struggling up a hill.. Even though it is raining the majority of the precipitation on his face is his own sweat. He cycles for two hours and falls in a heap at the end of the trail.

Tuesday, Zander is in a boxing ring with an amateur boxer. He paces back and fore in the ring, mouthgaurd and all, as he takes the fight to the boxer. Zander shows plenty of aggression, speed and toughness as he goes one on one with his opponent.

Wednesday, Zander is on an army assault coarse, battling his way through the elements as the army general shouts de-motivational insults at him. Zander braves his way through the torrential weather and conditions. He crawls under barbwire, runs through mud pits, climbs rock walls and ends the session with one hundred push ups.

Thursday, Zander is in an aerobics class surrounded by fit and healthy women all wearing nineteen eighties style leotards in all different colours. Zander is wearing a pink and black leotard which goes down to his knees and matching headband. Zander with hands on hips rotates his head and upper body in time with the rest of the class.

The scene fades out.

The scene fades in as Zander is the locker room getting his boot on. We do not know if this is before Meltdown or Ascension. As Zander gets changed a couple of the boys in the locker room shout and laugh at him as they walk past.

Mr Baller - Briefcase wanker!

Zander - Yes very good. Been watching Inbetweeners have we?

Chambers - Nice briefcase idiot!

Zander - Yeah the briefcase again, well done.

Matt Royale - No briefcase tonight Zander? He s******s.

Zander - No it would appear not.

Just then Leon Kensworth walks into the changing room. Zander’s looking pissed off.

Leon - Hey Zander can I get a quick word with you?

Zander - No but you can have this. He says as he flips Leon the V’s.

Baller, Chambers and Royale leave the room.

Leon - I wont be a second. I’ve just some breaking news on your opponent tonight. He puts his index finger in this ear hole, pressing on a small speaker he has on. Yes it’s confirmed, Zander..

Zander cuts him off - I’m not interested cat wanker, I’ve gone through all this training and preparation blindfolded. I’m gonna walk to the ring and face my opponent. I’m gonna look him right in the eye, unless it’s Celeste, then look her right in the eye. Anyways, the matter in hand is I may have the most important match of my career waiting on the other side of that curtain. I’m gonna go out there one hundred percent committed to the task. No briefcases, no TV cameras following me about. Just me and my opponent. Zander Young’s defining moment! Are you ready cat wanker? Zander Young’s ready!

Zander makes his way to the ring.

A s****** is herd from out of the cameras view. Leon turns to the unknown laugh.

Leon - What!? I’m not a cat wanker. Touching cats, that’s ridiculous!

The laugh continues.

Leon - I am not!

Leon scurries out of the room.

Zanders Entrance music plays in the background.

Fade to black.

 

[Viola Moonlight]

Fading from darkness into a scene full of people robed in black gowns standing & yelling, one of these individuals attempts to pick himself up from the ground wiping the blood of his mouth. He is panting heavily & covered with mounds of dust. As he gasps for breathe to be able to swallow a ball of spit down his parched throat, he utilises the pews to slowly bring himself into a standing position. His eyes are straining to keep open, ears becoming more susceptable to the deafening noise of angry preaching & pain shooting throgh his body as he starts to regain his consciousness. He attempts to move through the crowded pews to discover where he is. As he slowly & swiftly pushes others aside to get to the main corridor, it becomes distinguishable to what the crowd is staring towards.

The man makes it through the sea of ravenous bodies to the end of the pew in viewing the proceedings, despite the cave temple bein very dimly light. There is a stone altar draped with a pure black covering, where brown candles labelled "HM#4" burn down to the wick. A clear bowl of fluid lies on the side covered in a white cloth. In the middle lies a book gently tilted on a stand entitled "115." Alongside the altar on the edge, is an ancient wooden dark brown casket. Lying on top is a photo of a man in a suit with dead flowers & rose petals covering the top of the casket. A thick shiny silver metal stake leans on the side.

Suddenly, the noises becomes cheers as an organ starts playing a beautifully composed & intricate melody in a dark, twisted tone. A person walks from the darkness behind the altar clothed in a similar cloak to the rest of the people. The colour of this person's cloak is a deep brown with the white numbers "115" on the front. The person holds their hands in front of them equipping white blood-stained tape & stops when it reaches the altar. The person unveils their hood to reveal itself. The crowd roars when it is revealed to be AshLeigh FalKon. He scopes around the room, staring coldly into the eyes of everyone surrounding the room. He turns to face the man chillingly for a few seconds, then bows his head whispering a short prayer. He thrusts his head to the heavens quickly.

AshLeigh FalKon: Unus unus quinque est inter nos...

The people embrace FalKon's words loudly.

... One one five is among us!

The crowd starts to die down from the noise, with only random comments about the praising of 115 or directed towards AshLeigh FalKon occuring infrequently.

My brethraen, I call ye to celebrate the death of Joshua the Baptist that lies peacefully by my side. He was one of the wreched plagues that tried to preach the word against our church & acted as a holy henchman to cease the prophecy from being fulfilled.

Voice A: Vermin!

Voice B: He does not deserve to rest in peace!

Exactly my friends. That is why we are here on this horridly gorgeous night to deliver a Eulogy deserving of this Anti-Christ, despite the fact he claimed to be serving the Lord's work. I say blasphemy, heresy & treason to the God's that must be punished for his actions!

The sworm of people roar loudly throwing their fists in the air in triumph.

Brotherhood, it is unfortunate to know that Joshua was only described as a henchman in the sacred parchment thus rendering him an unimportant threat to the divine plan. Anyone that dare challenges our religion who holds little effect will not be crucified for all eternity upon these walls. They must be disposed of by natural causes!

At this time, FalKon closes the 115 bible & proceeds over to the casket where the metal stake lay. He picks up the stake & holds it to the heavens, whispering a small prayer. He lifts the stake onto the table, unveils the bowl of fluid from the white cloth & flicks the fluid onto the stake.

A baptised stake for a Baptist responsible of gastly witchcraft.

FalKon raises the stake high in the air above the casket.

I hope it drills your black heart Joshua!

FalKon drives the stake through the closed casket roof into the body inside. FalKon has trouble, but twists the stake down to force it to the other side of the casket. As the stake ploughs into the other side, cracking bones & ripping fresh is heard with blood spurting from the top & bottom of the casket, staining FalKon's robe & creating a pool of blood on the ground, slowly running down the stairs into the people. When the stake hits goes through completely, FalKon lets go & turns to face the people.

I have acknowledge to the God's of our intentions with this dead corpse. Now, we must provide the sacrifice of releasing this body's soul for 115 to take care of in an eternity of everlasting hell & torture much worse than multiple stakes to the heart. Come hither my child!

FalKon points to a member in the front row holding a small padlocked box. He walks up to the altar, kneels down & whispers a small prayer. He gets up & proceeds to unlock the box on the altar. He thanks FalKon, bows to the altar & merges through the crowd. FalKon reveals an old wooden torch drenched in a oil-stained cloth. He walks to the one of the nearby wooden torches on the wall already alight to transfer the fire onto the one FalKon holds. As it lights, FalKon moves back to the casket. He pours the rest of the bowl of fluid over the casket.

Commence the cremation!

FalKon drops the flame torch onto the casket that instantly sets ablaze. The followers roar in excitement as black smoke emerges from the fire. Ashes sprinkle the temple floors, drying the blood dripping from the stake. The putrid smell of burning flesh fills the room where everyone covers themselves by re-doning their hoods & bowing in prayer. All that is heard is the burning of the casket & the whispers of the people. FalKon eyes are seen moving rampantly about at the flames & embers shooting from the casket. His facial expressions change at what he is seeing appear from the site.

Joy to this occassion brotherhood. The almighty Lord 115 is communicating to me through the inferno.

Some members look up in awe at what they have just heard. Some unveil their hoods at the site, whilst others continue to finish their prayers. FalKon attempts to understand the messages being sent, deciphering them by whispering out his thoughts in both Latin & English.

... Unus...... villagers..... the unholy...... henchman....

After a few seconds, FalKon looks in shock at what he has just explored.

Brethraen of the faith! I have been informed by the divine one of a forecast... a vision into the future! The sparks of the war that is beginning to dawn between the 115 & the evil preachers will occur soon tonight... I have been chosen to take the task of scouting the enemy so that I can understand what is required of me when the epic battle does arise.

FalKon stares into the fire still rampaging with a sadistic smile laughing at the last part of the decoded message presented.

My next target... one of the main preachers that the prophecy describes as a high threat to the cause... will be the opponent in my match tonight...

The members are discussing in pure awe about what has been revealed whilst FalKon menically laughs louder as the fire burns brighter with the man watching the whole scenario passing out onto the floor due to the lack of oxygen. The scene fades to black as the mans eyes starts to slip back into unconsciousness, with the final image being shown is Joshua's blood running down the temple aisle in front of the man's face in the shape of the numbers 115.

 

[Blade]

Becky Serra is standing outside Blade's locker room. She knocks on the door and waits for an answer. Blade opens the door, with a grin on his face that says "I know something you don't know"

Blade: Becky, come in here. I want to show you and my fans something cool.

The crowd cheer and Blade grins again as he beckons Rebecca inside. She follows him inside and sees that the lights are off. She then looks at the centre of the room where there's a table between two chairs with 2 candles on it's surface.

Becky: What are you up to this time, Blade?

Blade: Well, as you may have heard, I'm a man of destiny. People keep telling me how random the draw for this week's Meltdown and Ascension will be. That's bull, my opponent is already chosen. I just don't know who it is yet....

Becky puts her head in her hand.

Becky: (to herself) You think I'd be used to this by now...

She looks up again, with a somewhat annoyed expression on her face.

Becky: Ok, and where are you going with this?

Blade: I'm gonna find out who exactly I'm gonna be facing. I've asked around about finding out ways to tell the future. First, I'm gonna try these tarot cards! Come on, Becky, sit down.

Becky sits down, looking at the tarot cards, half interested and half amused as Blade puts a deck of tarot cards on the table.

Blade: So I've already shuffled the cards. Now I draw 3 of them and it should tell me the future. Ok here it goes... So the first card is.... The Emperor! That's obviously meant to symbolize me. I mean, I'm practically the emperor of the WZCW, right?
Next card is... Death! I'm sure this means I'm going to beat the hell out of whomever I face. What else could it mean? And the third card is... the 4 of spades? Wait, that can't be right....

Becky puts her hand up to her mouth to stop herself laughing while Blade scratches his head for a moment and sweeps the tarot cards off the table.

Blade: Ok, I have some back up plans.

Blade pulls out a crystal ball. Becky looks from the ball to Blade, shaking her head in amusement, which Blade doesn't notice.

Blade: Now as I run my hand over this and mentally ask the ball who I’ll be facing, the answer should appear within the ball. Ok, now look in one side of the crystal ball, Becky… What do you see?

Becky: The other side of the ball.

The crowd starts laughing. Blade hears this and looks up.

Blade: Hey, this is my first time trying this!

He lets out an irritated sigh and puts the crystal ball away.

Blade: I know there was a possibility those two wouldn't work, so I went out and found the single most popular future predicting device of our lifetime!

Blade pulls out a Magic 8 ball.

Blade: If this doesn't work, I don’t know what will!

Becky looks on with a grin on her face as Blade starts shaking the magic 8 ball.

Blade: Who… Will… I… Face… This…. Week… And the answer is… Outlook not so good!?! I’ll show you a not so good outlook!!

Blade stands up and throws the 8 ball at the wall. The impact causes the ball to explode, with pieces of black plastic and purple water flying around the room. Blade turns to Becky.

Blade: Sorry about that, what did you wanna talk to me about?

Becky: Well Blade, obviously your issues with Karnage and Baller aren’t over yet. I just wanted to see if you have any thoughts?

Blade: I feel sorry for Baller. The guy thought he was turning Karnage against me, but he realized after our match that he turned Karnage against everyone. Which in turn made me realized that Baller isn’t as intelligent as I first thought. In fact, the guy is devoid of any common sense… Baller, don’t fuck with someone’s head if you don’t know them well enough to know how they’ll react.

Becky: What about Karnage?

Blade: As I’ve shown Baller, I don’t take kindly to people getting involved in my matches. I like Karnage, but only the Karnage that I know. I hate the troubled man-child currently roaming the halls of WZCW. And Karnage, if you don’t stay out of my way I will personally beat you down and take that money you’ve been saving up to get that emo haircut you seem to want so badly.

Becky: Wait, I thought you were trying to get the old Karnage back?

Blade: I am. But I know that violence is the only thing the current Karnage understands. Now, if you’ll excuse me…

Blade opens the door to the locker room, and quickly sweeps out the door.

 

[Bozzaholic]

*The scene opens in an office. The office is not modern or tidy, heck it doesn’t even smell good. The walls are painted blue and are littered with dog-eared pictures of extremely muscular men and women oiled up wearing little more then a G-string.

An old computer monitor sits on a desk in the middle of the room and lying on top of an old keyboard is some paperwork. The letter headers on top of the paper indicate that the room is the manager’s office in Silvers Gym. The Camera then turns away from its view of the office to show Carmen & Karen McKenzie talking.

Carmen is wearing a brand new T-shirt with “Charismakov” written on the front, Karen is wearing a business suit*

Karen: Are you ok?

Carmen: I’m nervous… I’m more nervous now then ever before.

Karen: Forget your nerves… This is your chance to show the world who you are and what you intend to do

Carmen: But what if I don’t understand a question or things get difficult?

Karen: You’ve been doing English lessons for a year so you’re fluent… don’t worry about that!

Carmen: And if things get difficult?

Karen: They won’t!

*Carmen gives a weak smile as Karen walks over to the door and opens it*

Karen: C’mon kid… It’s time to announce WZCW's next world champion

*MEANWHILE: It’s a sunny day outside and the birds are singing in the trees, the normally calm parking lot in front of Silvers gym is a hythe of activity with cars, vans and bikes all hustling to get parking spots. Out of the cars, vans and off of the bikes arrive a vast array of short mean in cheap suits, attractive women in more expensive suits… and large men with cameras wearing casual attire.

As the minutes pass this vast pack of similar looking people enter silvers gym. The camera follows the people in and watches as this people pull out notebooks, set up camera’s and talks amongst themselves.

SUDDENLY! “Wanna Be Loved” by Papa Roach begins blaring through the speaker system within the gym and everyone’s attention is thrown toward the training ring that has been set up with a table in it. On the table sits two bottles of water which accommodate the two chairs which sit behind the table. Everyone looks on as Karen McKenzie is the first out.

Karen smiles warmly to the crowd of media and signals to a door by the back as Carmen Bratchny then bursts through the doors. Carmen climbs in to the training ring and climbs up the buckles. He then looks at the crowd of media before taking off his shirt and tossing it in to the crowd of journalists. Both Carmen and Karen are then given mics as the music fades and they stand in the training ring.

Camera’s flash as Karen begins to speak*

Karen McKenzie: Good Afternoon members of the press… Now I’m sure you’re all wondering why you’ve been summoned to silvers gym, I bet you’ve probably worked it out yourselves while waiting hell I bet I can check online and there will be a webpage up somewhere with a report about what’s been said before we’ve said it but the truth is it’s a very simple reason as to why I’ve called you all here.

For months he has been out of the spotlight; suffering in the infinite whole of self pity that my husbands death brought him, for weeks he has been losing week in week out to virtually every member of the WZCW roster well I’ve called you all here to say he’s got over it. Carmen Bratchny has got over my husbands death, Carmen Bratchny has got over his bout of depression, Carmen Bratchny has got over being out of favour with the fans… and as of meltdown or Ascension… Carmen Bratchny will get over his losing streak!

*Karen takes a step back as Carmen begins to speak*

Carmen: It takes a big man to look at himself and say “you’re wrong”, it takes a bigger man to change it but for me… I am that bigger man and for me I will now do everything… EVERYTHING to Get over this run of loses I have and get back to winning ways and to do that I’m going to have a new ally. I’m going to have something I’ve never had before and I’m going to use that something to the best of my advantage…

You see the thing is, is I’ve looked at the WZCW roster and noticed a great big whole in it. The roster is clogged up with cocky baddies with a superkick finisher, long haired pale skinned Goths who wear black to signify their uniqueness. No-one is there for the fans anymore… everyone is out for number one. Well not me... from this moment on… hell forget that from yesterday I am a man of the fans. I have one agenda and the top of that agenda is to win the WZCW championship and to do it with the fans at my side

*Carmen stops talking as virtually every voice in the mass crowd of fans begin saying Carmen & Karen’s name, flash bulbs flicker creating a strobe effect as Carmen points at someone… the noise quietens for the mans question*

Reporter: Dave Meltser - Wresting Eye… Carmen, with the umpteen amount of losses you have against Everest do you really consider yourself a contender while he holds the championship belt?

Carmen: Well Dave I’m read your website and I’ve seen you go on and on about how great Everest is and the facts of the matter is this and the facts of the matter is that but the truth is… I’ve never had a one on one match against Everest for his world title… not once... Not even when I was at the peak of my depression, oh I had non title matches just before pay per views but no one on one world title shots, wanna know why? Because he was scared of me then… and now the Charismakov has the fans on his side, now I have that edge, now I have a McKenzie in my corner… Heck I scare myself when I think how easy beating him will be

*The voices start up again as another reporter is picked from the crowd*

Reporter: Jason Born – Wrestle Area… Karen… Don’t you think you’re a little inexperienced to be managing a contender for the world championship?

Karen: Hey Jason, I answer this exact question only a few days ago with another report so I assume you already know my answer to this… Me & Carmen have an understanding that no other manager could have with him. I have spent years on the fringes of this industry and have forgotten more about this world then most hot shot new managers will ever know.. To put it bluntly… I do not think I’m too inexperienced to manage Carmen

*The hustle and bustle starts again*

Carmen: One more question… you

*Carmen points to a reporter near the back*

Reporter: Who do you want to face, which show do you want to face them on and what stipulation would you go for?

Carmen: Everest, Meltdown, World Title Match

*There is more hustle and reports shouting Carmen and Karen’s names as they get up to leave, Carmen is about to exit the ring but before he does he grabs a mic and stands back in front of the table*

Carmen: Before I go I have one last thing to say… should I not get Everest next week I’ll take whoever I get and when I get them they better be ready… The Charismakov Carmen Bratchny has Got Over his inner demons; Carmen Bratchny has got over his past and is now looking at the present. Now as a great man once said….

You can keep your 360’s, your internet blogs and your playstations, you can keep your TV’s with your HDMI sockets and your subscription to the best sports package money can buy, You can keep your tickets to the Yankees, the Mets and the Boston red sox because in front of you… in front of you, you have the Biggest, Strongest, Best, Next WZCW World Champion The Charismakov Carmen Bratchny and if you have a problem with that… Get Over It!

*The scene fades as Carmen & Karen leave the room while flashbulbs continue to flicker and members of the media talk amongst themselves*

*Scene fades*
​

 

[The Prototype]

The scene is the Tyson James Training Facility. A camera crew follows WZCW Interviewer Stacey Madison into the facility. She instantly becomes the center of attention as the people in the gym (mostly male) stare at her for obvious reasons. She matches the stares with looks of repulsion. She ventures further into the venue until she finds “Prototype” Corey Payne sitting on a stool with his head in his hands in a corner near a wrestling ring.

Payne’s face is soaked with a disgusting mixture of sweat and blood. He is shirtless and dressed in only Tapout board shorts and black wrestling boots. A bloodstained towel is hanging around his neck. He takes the towel and wipes his face with it, then lifts his head and realizes Stacey is standing in front of him.

Madison: (chuckles) You look terrible.

Payne: Yeah, and I’m not done.

Madison: (confused) What do you mean?

Payne: I have been training for the past few weeks, ever since last Meltdown. And now I have been training even harder after they announced the roulette matches.

Madison: What have you been doing to train for the roulette, considering how unpredictable it is?

Payne: I could face anyone in WZCW. From veterans such as Everest and Titus, to new guys such as William Teach and Scott Hammond. This means that I could face many varying styles. Usually I know who my opponent is, so I learn his style and his weaknesses and exploit them. But the roulette makes it so that I have to train in every style, in every type of match.

Madison: (annoyed) But you haven’t answered my question. What are you exactly doing to adapt to your possible opponents?

Payne: (a bit startled by the sharpness of Stacey’s tone) Well…. I fight. I fight against people that have the same type of style as my possible opponents. I might end up facing someone such as Carmen Bratchny or Karnage. So I pick sparring partners that are power wrestlers. I might end up facing Phoenix or Mr. Baller, so I spar high flyers. And so on and so on. As for the match types, I wrestle the single matches, the tag, the cage, the submission, et cetera, et cetera.

Madison: You call this sparring? You’re covered in blood.

Payne: Well I make my guys fight me as hard as they can. No holding back. So I know what to expect in the ring. And I don’t always win.

Madison: (laughs) That explains the blood. (pauses, looks around then looks back at Payne) This is pretty stupid.

Payne: (confused) What is?

Madison: You know if you continue doing this you could risk an injury and have to forfeit your match, right?

Payne: Well I have learned that you have to go all out in life. You can’t hold back. I have held back before, and some very bad things have happened to me. When you go all out, when you’re hungry….. you’re at your best. And I’m hungry. I want to succeed, and I will do anything in my power to get to the top of the mountain. And if it means risking an injury to be at the top of my game, I’ll do that.

Madison: Ok…. Can I ask you another question? Before Meltdown, when Leon interviewed you, what was with that picture?

Payne: (looks around nervously, then begins to stammer) Well… I… I…. I have to go. (Suddenly Payne rises and heads toward the showers)

Madison: (angered) Wait! Why are you avoiding the question? (She watches as Payne leaves)

Madison: (to herself as camera fades) What is with him and that picture?

 

[Lee]

The room is dark save for the light from a laptop. In the reflection you can see Titus, his hair is a mess and he has clearly not had a shave for a couple of days. We see the laptop, it's on youtube.

Titus goes over to Everest and both men start jostling again. Ricky is sat in the corner as he and Titus begin some mat wrestling. This goes on for a while with a lot of reversals. Ricky is looking pretty exhausted in the corner. Everest manages to pick up Titus and grabs him ready for the Mountain climber. Titus however manages to hit Everest in the stomach with his elbow and gives him a kick to the mid section. Then he goes for the Tit drop, it connects.

CC: This is it!!
Cohen: Surely not? Not Titus?
The crowd are up on their feet going nuts as Titus goes for the cover....

There it was, the Tit drop on the champion, it was mine the WZCW gold, the first person to hold two titles my dream. You can see the smile on my face you can feel the electricity of the crowd they're on their feet. Then...this

Out of the crowd two men come into the ring and break up the count. One of these men have a steel chair with them.

Copeland; What the hell? That's the FHD
CC; They've been out to get Titus for a while, come on Ricky do me proud!

Ricky gets to his feet as the FHD continue to beat on Titus, Ricky comes over and grabs the chair from the FHD the crowd go nuts. However Ricky doesn't hit FHD but in fact he hits Titus several times with the chair. Titus is out cold.

CC: What the?
Copeland: Ricky just turned on his friend dammit!

First the break up. The break up of the pin, what the hell is the problem with these guys? They are in my way yet again and they stop my biggest win ever. Bitter that they lost the tag championships. Then we have another friend of mine, turns his back, according to WrestleZone they said that this had been planned for a month according to backstage reports. It doesn't surprise me. I'm a mix of emotions hatred is something I've not felt for a long time, but the anger flowing through is not good for me. I had the gold, in my grasp, I lost it. I don't know what to do.

Titus moves the video back to the start, he gives it a one star rating.

Titus goes over to Everest and both men start jostling again. Ricky is sat in the corner as he and Titus begin some mat wrestling. This goes on for a while with a lot of reversals. Ricky is looking pretty exhausted in the corner. Everest manages to pick up Titus and grabs him ready for the Mountain climber. Titus however manages to hit Everest in the stomach with his elbow and gives him a kick to the mid section. Then he goes for the Tit drop, it connects.

CC: This is it!!
Cohen: Surely not? Not Titus?
The crowd are up on their feet going nuts as Titus goes for the cover....

The light comes on, Titus turns around. It's the tag team champions Phoenix and Garth Black.

Titus: I'm busy guys

Black walks over to the laptop and closes it..

Black: Not anymore.

Phoenix: You look a mess, a big mess. You're sat in the dark watching youtube clips.

Titus: Yeah but I should have had the World title.

Black: So?

Phoenix: All I hear are complaints, complaints, complaints. Have you given up on that belt?

Titus: What's the point?

Black: What's the point? Titus you need a lesson, you're holding the Elite X champion, you're the longest reigning Elite X champion in history, that's something. You beat Carmen Bratchny for it, you never gave up, you kept going.

Titus smiles a bit.

Titus: I guess

Black: You guess? You're champion material, we never gave up time and time and time again and here we are, tag team champions.

Phoenix: And you have a title match on Ascension, you need to be focused.

Titus: I just want to take out one of those guys.

Black: Yeah you also have a roulette match remember? Lets work it out logically...There's 29 people eligible for the roulette. Now your assume that half is a one on one match ha;lf is a multi person match. So you have 50% chance of being against two of them yes? Then a 3 in 29 chance of getting any of the sold called rWo. That works out about 10%. That would be roughly the same percentage of me picking a King out of a pack of cards.

Phoenix: Like this pack I got off a former fan of Aces. Pick a card any card as long as it's a card.

Titus picks a card and shows the camera, it's a King.

Titus: Wow.

Black: So get a shave, get a shower and you train mate, you've an Elite X title match and using our logic there you will face one of those men who took your chance.

Phoenix: Unleash the hatred in there. Now chin up mate and focus.

Titus walks out the room as the camera cuts off.

 

[Low_Ki]

(The hallowed halls of WZCW can be seen as the scene fades in. Pictures of great moments in its history are plastered over the walls. The long corridor winds down almost endlessly as the camera turns back on itself to reveal WZCW interviewer Stacey Madison can be seen holding a microphone)

Madison: I am going to get a first interview with one of WZCW’s newest acquisitions, ‘The English Enigma’ Scott Hammond.

(The cameraman follows Madison down the hallway passing members of WZCW ring staff and creative. Madison stops at the locker room door and knocks on it. She waits a moment before hearing the door creak open. Scott Hammond poke’s his head around the door)

Scott Hammond: Can I help you Madison?

Madison: Actually Scott I was wondering if I could interview you on the upcoming Lethal Lottery in which any member of the WZCW roster could be drawn to face anyone, on any show.

Scott Hammond: If you must, one second please.

(Hammond retreats into the locker room keeping Madison waiting a moment. He then opens the door inviting Madison and the cameraman inside. As they walk inside, Hammond has a corner space where his bag lies. He has personalised his area with numerous photos and a picture of his beloved English Football team Brentford. Hammond sits on a bench seat and begins doing curls with a very heavy pair of weights)

Scott Hammond: So Madison what is it about the Lethal Lottery that you would like my opinion on?

Madison: Well firstly, how excited are you to be making you competitive debut in such a random environment?

Scott Hammond: That’s a very interesting choice of words Madison. You said ‘random’ right?

(Madison nods)

Scott Hammond: My dear Ms Madison, do you believe in fate?

Madison: Well yes actually I-.

Scott Hammond: I don’t want your life story love. That’s also interesting because I do not. I believe that I am fully in control of everything I do. If something happens, I have the ability to say yes, or no. But to answer your question, I am very excited about making my debut here in WZCW. I have waited a very long time for the opportunity to be a part of such a prestigious company. The Lethal Lottery is unlike anything I have ever been a part of. All members of the roster will be meshed together to create what I am sure will be a very entertaining night, and most importantly, it will mark my first victory here in WZCW. From the likes of the legendary Everest to the supreme duo of Second Coming, I am looking forward to my experiences here.

Madison: We have seen promos from you for over a month now, what can WZCW expect from you in the coming months, and years?

Scott Hammond: I am looking to bring a little class to this organisation. It lacks the necessary foundations of decent human behaviour. I am the light that this company needs, and no matter who I get drawn against next week, and on what show, I will prove that I am as great as I say I am. I was trained by a true legend. Mick McManus. He was the pinnacle of British wrestling. A man who taught me how to contort and twist the human body in ways it should not be. I worked hard for years and years and never once thought about quitting. And what I have taken from Mick, will be used in my arsenal when the time comes.

(Hammond finishes curling his weights. He puts them down, stares down at his biceps which are now burning, and smiles. He walks up to Madison and slowly takes the microphone from her. He smiles again)

Scott Hammond: Thank you Madison, I will take it from here. Go get yourself a coffee.

(Madison walks off slowly, giving Hammond a very confused but evil stare)

Scott Hammond: You see, I am ready. I am more ready than I have ever been. Consider this a warning to any member of the WZCW roster that dare cross my path. I am great. Next week, I will prove just how great I am, by pulverising whomever is unlucky enough to be drawn against me. I don’t care if we are stuck inside a cage, I don’t care if the ropes are made of barbed wire, all that matters is that I will walk out of my first show, whatever that may be, victorious. Now bring Madison back in here.

(Madison walks back into the locker room, looking very upset. Hammond hands her the microphone)

Scott Hammond: Now Madison, ask me what you really came in here to ask.

Madison: Okay...how can you be so sure of yourself?

Scott Hammond: Now that is more like it. How can I be so sure of myself? Its quite simple really Madison. I am simply sick to death of talking. I would much rather show you, and the world just what kind of wrestler I am. I am sure of myself because I know who I am. That is more than can be said for some of the morons around here, including yourself. I am walking into whatever show I am drawn to and taking over. You may not like it, but you WILL respect me, now get out of my locker room!

(Madison quickly scuttles to the door looking a mixture of angry and upset as the cameraman follows her out. They close the door as Madison focuses on the camera)

Madison: This is Stacey Madison, and that was Scott Hammond.

(The scene fades to black)

 

[Lee]

I don't think I was clear enough when I said only one RP for the roulette as that will be the case for the LL

 

[Tastycles]

We're backstage, Garth Black is standing next to Leon Kensworthy.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here with one half of the new tag team champions of the world. So, Garth how does it feel to finally be the new champions?

Wonderful, you know, we really deserved those titles, we've been wandering in the desert for what seemed like 40 years before finally justice was done, and the Second Coming was here.

And now this week on Meltdown or Ascension, you could be putting them on the line, anything could happen. you've said the Second Coming is here, but how long will it stay for?

Forever. In fact, I'd like to make readings, if that's ok?

Leon is perplexed

Err... Sure?

Black pulls out a piece of paper

The reading is taken from The Book of Garth, Chapter 1, Verses 34-36...

Phoenix's final flight was humming,
The Black death proved to numbing,
The ladder was scaled,
And the daves had failed,
To halt the second coming.

The righteous Second Coming won
But the gold was step one
Enough of the the prattle
Because it was just one battle
And the war has barely begun.

This week we'll start with step two
You will see what solo Garth can do
So ste forward, spin the wheel,
Then prepare your final meal
Because the Black death is coming for you


Here endeth the reading

That's, errr, very good

I'm not finished.

You said endeth

I also said "readings". Pay attention.

Sorry, please continue.

The second reading is taken from The book of it doesn't matter, Chapter 5 verses 16-27

And lo, this week, the lottery will begin,
But no matter my opponent, I'll win,
It doesn't matter if its Steamboat Ricky,
A phoney pirate won't be tricky

It could be the oak Big Dave who is felled,
Or William Teach who gets expelled
USA the Yank, Carmen the Russian,
Both will end up with a concussion

Even champions won't be spared,
Everest, especially, be prepared,
Because if that title's on the line,
I'll beat you down until its mine

Titus is moping around backstage,
But that won't save him from my rage,
Neither will Excellency's brawn,
so he better watch out if his name is drawn

Zander Young's show is all over my TV,
But he'll have a face for radio if he faces me,
I'll absolutely annihilate Matthew Fox,
I'll send Obsidius back to a cardboard box

False idol Falkon will have to leave his cult
I'll make Reidar renounce the occult
Burna's heresy will come to an end,
Young Royale will no longer ascend

I'll cause another retirement to Corey Payne,
I'll deport De La Noche back to Spain,
Frankie Smith will be sent to the Emerald Isle,
And Blade will join him for a while

I will mute Trevor Steel's heavy metal,
Criminal Karnage will be forced to settle,
Not all Blacks are on Chambers' side,
Celeste Crimson will never be a bride

Cougar will have his show stolen,
I'll shove Baller's ball up his colon,
Rush will be slowed to a stand,
And Ace David will play his final hand

Callahan's excesses will be his demise,
Hammond's hellos will become goodbyes,
Even Phoenix won't be spared,
Because Garth Black is prepared.

So it doesn't matter if you're good or bad,
Black or white, fat or thin, sane or mad.
No, it doesn't matter who I fight,
Because I'll beat anyone on the night,

So the unlucky guy who draws Black,
Be assured, friend or foe, I will attack
Be ready, The Second Coming is here,
And I hope that I have made myself clear.


And here endeth the reading Mr. Kensworthy.

Garth Black folds the piece of paper back up and puts it into his tights. He then walks off.

 

[michigan]

*The scene opens in a parking lot. We can see a huge Gold’s Gym in the background. As we wait the camera pans around the lot until it stops on a black 2010 Camaro. After a few seconds the WZCW World Champion can be seen emerging from the facility and heading toward the car. After just a few seconds we can see Everest, dressed simply in some workout pants and an “It’s My World, And I’m It’s Champion!” Shirt. He’s got his duffel bag over one shoulder and is talking on his phone as he reaches the driver’s side door. Then WZCW’s own Leon Kensworth pops out and scares the crap out of Everest, as he sends the phone flying and is now visibly pissed.*

EVEREST: What the Hell!!! Damn Leon it’s bad enough having to come up with ways to avoid you at the arena, now you’re stalking me? By the way you owe me $300 bucks for that Blackberry.

LEON: I’m sorry champ, but I just wanted to get your thoughts on the Lethal Lottery tune up that is Meltdown or Ascension this week.

EVEREST: What? What are you talking about? I haven’t heard of any match for Meltdown. Trust me, by now the company headquarters would have already let me know, I’m assuming after I worked my ass off to retain my title at All or Nothing I finally got the week off that I deserve. As for Ascension, what would I care about that second rate Meltdown wanna-be show anyway, you damn sure are not going to see this WORLD Champion gracing that worthless piece of crap WB quality show.

LEON: What’s this, the champ seems to be out of the loop?

EVEREST: Look you little piece of scrotum lint, you better start talking or you…

LEON: Alright alright, geez no need to get hostile. This week all matches are being randomly picked. You could be on Meltdown or Ascension. You could be in a title match, even a 3-1 match. Maybe a gauntlet, steel cage or Lumberjack match. You could take on Steamboat Ricky or Titus, even…..

EVEREST: I GET IT! DAMN! I AM THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! This is the biggest crock of crap I’ve ever heard.!!! I’m the face of this federation! I’m the greatest thing this place has ever seen. I just competed in what many might consider the match of the year at All or nothing and walked away with my World Title still in my possession just like I promised and this is my reward? I’m the cornerstone of Meltdown and I’ll be damned if I’m going to take my talents to that other show. And then not knowing what match I’m in, that’s b.s. I mean how am I going to prepare? Study? I’m a student of the profession and how will I be able to study my opponent when I don’t know who or what I need to prepare for?

LEON: That is the beauty of it champ. You could be taking on an old foe like Ricky or maybe some new blood like William Teach or Blade.

EVEREST: Who? William Teach? Wasn’t he the guy in all those Travelocity commercials? You can’t be serious about Ricky, I’ve given that man more than enough opportunities and he’s come up short each and every time. Damn I still can’t get over how ridiculous this is. I’ve got to get out of here and contact someone and get this cleared up.

LEON: What about the match up possibilities? I mean you could be stuck in a 4-1 handicap match for your World Title.

EVEREST: Look Leon don’t get your hopes up, it isn’t going to happen. No matter how “random” this gets my World Title is leaving whatever arena I’m at the same way it’s entering: On my shoulder. Fact is the best match up they could get would be you and Becky one on one in a bra and panties match. Seeing as how you’ve been popping those little blue pills like candy my money’s on Becky. Now I’ve got to go since you know I don’t have a cell phone now I’m going to have to make a stop at the company shop.

*With that Everest opens the car door, starts the beast up and drives off, leaving Leon still holding his mic and staring into the camera. Leon reaches into his pocket, pulls out a pill of some sort and pops it into his mouth, then shrugs his shoulders and the scene fades to black.*

 

[obiwansidisi]

Charlotte, North Carolina…
The camera swoops overhead, past the downtown skyline, further east into the Southpark area. Before the scene even settles into the interior of the mansion, sounds can be heard emanating from the rear of the house. David Morales screeches his pumpkin colored Lamborghini Diablo in the rear entrance, and scares some of the local wildlife. The door swings up and opens, releasing the ear shattering sounds of Killswitch Engage. Morales leans against the side of the car, taking a swig of soda and sighs deeply. His cellphone rings and he decides to let the ringtone play out before picking it up.

“Yeah?” he says taking another drink, “Cuando estan?...”

“No… dump that and buy 50 shares of WLD…”

“Well, that’s wrong… I’m not selling, that’s not enough. You hold out for double, that’s what I pay you for…”

“No… no me gusta! That’s bad business… Yeah well, life’s a game but it’s not fair, I break the rules so I don’t care?! No! That’s not how we do things, Eli!... You can’t quote Jay-Z, you’re not even Black!...”

“I’ll be by your office tomorrow, and no more of that champagne crap… you know I don’t drink.”

Morales hangs up the Blackberry, slipping back in his pocket, just before letting out an enraged primal scream. Carmelita runs out onto the upstairs porch, overlooking the back courtyard, watching her husband writhe in anger.

”Mijo, what’s wrong? Why are you so angry?” she asks frantically.

”It’s payback! That’s why I keep losing!” he answers, yelling up to her. ”I’ve done everything I can for this business… the wrong way. Destroyed companies, bought title shots… hell, I even created my own fed ‘cause I wanted to be on top, pero no mas.

”Mijo… what’re you talking about? You’re scaring me.” Carmelita answers, her face flushed.”The last time you talked like this… someone got hurt.

”No, Carma… I’m tired… I’m done…” Morales yells, opening the patio doors, and throwing his keys in the nearby bowl on the table just inside the doors. ”The lying, the payoffs, the under bookings…” throwing his jacket across the couch, ”I can’t do this anymore… we out of cream soda, baby?”

”Bottom shelf, to the right.”

”Ahhh…

”I mean it, David…” she says, grabbing his shoulder, ”No dead Capos buried in the backyard… no weapons in the garbage cans… this has to sto…

David kisses her deeply, ending her words. He laughs long enough to chug the bottle of soda.

”I really do need to stop drinking these things. No, Carma… I’ve got a plan. From this day forward, I am a new man… no more lying, no more stealing, no more mind games… no mas.

”I wish I could believe you. You could be the good guy for once, make something of this run with the WZCW. What’re you going to do about the lethal lottery next week?”

”I’m going to do the only thing I can…” David replies, throwing the bottle in the garbage, ”like Kim was saying, take it back to our street fighting days. The past couple of matches esta basura, pero it’s my own fault. If I’m ever going to start winning matches and make a go at this, I’ve got to get to the gym.”

”Lauderdale?”

”Yeah, why don’t you fly in Miami. Stay at the Ritz Carlton, call me with the suite and I’ll meet you tonight.”

The scene fades…

 

[Father:_Polley]

Backstage:
Lars Reidar is in the locker room, head against his locker, a large red welt developing across his face from a punch sustained during the match. A knock on the door, followed by Leon’s voice asking if he could come in.
No answer...

The door opens and Leon walks in.

There’s still no movement from Lars, just sitting against his locker.

Leon: You ok Lars?
...
Still pissed about the match?
...
OK then, nice talking to you.

Lars moves his head slightly, looks at Leon, rolls his eyes and speaks.

Lars: Do you know what the most frustrating thing is?

Silence

Lars: It’s round this point in conversation that social obligation requires you to make some sort of response.

Leon: Oh, eh, that you couldn’t beat Everest.

Lars: As usual, an inane observation that even Cohen could have come up with. See if you can go one better.

Leon: That another opportunity to win the Heavyweight Title slipped past you?

Lars: Getting warmer, but not quite right. How about I give you the answer?!? Look at every guy in that match, what is the one thing that they all had in common, even Chuck Myle’s little bitch, Cougar?

Leon goes to speak

Lars: If you were about to say ‘Gold, Lars’, then you would be correct. EVERY man in that match has won gold, most have won or retained at my expense... Everest, Carmen, Titus, all of them! Would you like to know something Leon?

Leon goes to speak... again

Lars: Of course you would, you’re an interviewer. Well Leon, I dream at night, I dream that there’s an award presentation, and in that presentation, the only award I’m up for is ‘Best Wrestler to Never Win Gold’. In the category, I’m against, Mr. Baller, Blade and Rush. Do you know what happens in that category??? I manage to miss out on that as well. I am better than all of these men, with or without gold.

So, all that being said, why do YOU think I’m sitting here, an apparent nobody who can’t get the job done?

Leon: Because you’re weak.

Lars stands up, a look of fury in his eyes.

Lars: How DARE...

Leon: No, you are. Look, we both know who you are, and you’re not the same guy who had the audacity to abduct me, to use me to win that shot and then discard me. You think I haven’t noticed the looks, the muted whispers, the fact that you command title shots using King For a Day? How stupid do you think I am Reidar?

So, you have two options here... sit crying in the corner, or have the guts to go and get what you want. Lethal Lottery is coming up, make a statement!

Lars looks at Leon, stands up and grabs him by the shoulder, a look of fear on Leon’s face. All of a sudden, he lets go, and pats him on the shoulder.

Lars: Leon, that may possibly be the one good idea you’ve ever come up with. In fact, I know how to improve my odds in the Lottery from 30-1, to evens.

Everest, you say I’m in your crosshairs... come hunt me. Do the one thing that you haven’t been man enough to do. OFFER me the shot, before I come looking for you again, because I can and will take the Lethal Lottery if you lack the fortitude to do so. Then we will play on my terms!

Just remember that big game hunting is a dangerous sport Everest, and I bite back. Even if I fail, I will maim you enough that you will remember me lying in your hospital bed.

Let the lottery pick my opponent, let Everest watch the damage I can inflict. Fate, I throw myself into your hands. Smile on me and let them all remember just why Vengeance was feared, and why the Broken Soul will be restored.

Now Leon, how about a drink?

Leon: Really? Well I'll just grab my coat and...


Lars: I don't think you really understood, go and get me one, and one for her... she'll need one when she arrives.

Leon: Who will?

Lars: OUT!

Throws a trash can at the door, which Leon escapes out of just in time.

Lars: No, she won't like this one little bit...

 

[Muffin Top Merkley]

He picks her up and lifts her by the legs like a spinebuster, but she grabs his head and reverses with a DDT. They get up and she locks him around the waist and throws him over with a release german suplex, she hits a standing moonsault while he’s still down and goes for the cover 1…..2.. power out by Rush. She stands over measuring him as she looks to be going for the Spirit Crusher, Rush slowly gets up and when he turns around she goes for her finisher but he ducks and he hits a big boot when she spins back round again.

Rush picks her up again, irish whips her and catches her on the return with a sidewalk slam with full momentum, he gets up and looks at the turnbuckle and the distance she is to it. He points at it with a smile as the fan get into a cheer, he goes over and starts climbing, when he reaches the top, he signals for the end and goes for the moonsault, but again, she rolls out of the way and he lands chest first onto the mat.

They both get up at the same time and Celeste uses all of her strength to irish whip Rush into the corner, she runs at him and hits a thrust kick while in the corner. She grabs him by the head and climbs up the turnbuckle as she looks to try a big DDT from the top rope, she tries to hit the move but Rush doesn’t budge, she tries again but is prevented again. Rush shoves her out of hold and lifts her onto his shoulders. He turns around as Celeste has a worried look on her face as he hits the Rushing Powerbomb from out of the corner. Cover by Rush 1…..2…..3

I have been saved. The only thought to flow though my mind as the official’s hand crashed to the mat for a 3rd time signaling my victory, but more importantly, my redemption.

Once again I had become the recipient of a second chance in my career. And both times I used it to further my journey.

Rush does his signature pose in celebration around the ring as Celeste rolls out slowly and walks up the rampway, she looks rather angry at herself as she holds her head in disgust. She stops and looks back at Rush who’s still celebrating and stares with a small shake of the head.

This isn’t over. We’ve met in the ring twice now, and both times Celeste has been able to bring out the best in me. She continues to remind me why I do what I do. I hate to think it, but Celeste is to single’s wrestling as I was to tag-team wrestling in my past life.

She continues on out as Rush exits and shares some high fives with a few fans.

My destiny will ensure that our paths cross again. I look forward to it because I believe that it is Celeste’s destiny to help mold me into the one-on-one wrestler that she is. And it is my destiny to use the moment gained from this match to become a champion.



Rush makes his way up the ramp towards the curtain that separates the hot live audience from the WZCW Superstars’ dressing rooms, interviews, antics & inter-politics. He reaches the top of the ramp and turns to face the audience for the last time tonight. He slowly throws up his signature pose to allow the audience a final photo-op. Camera’s flash. I’m finally back on track. Back onto the path that destiny has paved for me. Rush smiles and walked backwards eventually disappearing behind the curtain, away from the crowd still cheering the match they just saw.

He turns around and begins to walk deeper backstage. He grabs a bottle of water from a table near the gorilla position and twist off the cap. He quickly drinks the entire bottle and then attempts to throw the empty plastic bottle into a recycling box. The bottle hits the front of the box and then bounces off to the floor. Rush sighs in disappointment has he walks over to the garbage on the floor. Nobody’s perfect. Rush picks up bottle and gently places into the recycling box, finally giving it a home.

Rush continues down the hallways of the US Airways Arena. As he walks he quietly observes the backstage scene. Becky annoying Celeste during a brief backstage interview, WZCW staff running around ensuring everything is running smoothly, USA, Excellency & Trevor Steele are together chatting about their fresh victory until Trevor notices Rush nearby.

Trevor Steele: Hey, Rush, good job out there man!

The other two men turn to Rush and each give their form of congratulations.

USA: Well done brother, well done.

Excellency extends his hands and gives Rush a silent nod as the two shake hands before Rush makes his way into the dressing Room.

Rush takes a look around and is surprised but thankful that no one seems to be in the locker room. He makes his way to his locker and removes a towel. He wraps it around his waist and then removes his wrestling trunks. He carelessly discards them into the locker before taking a seat on a folding metal chair in front of his gear. Matches like these make a man feel invincible. Destiny is satisfied with my redemption. I can feel it, and why shouldn’t it be, I worked hard for that win and deserved it.

Rush’s mind went blank.

Over and over he rethought what he just realized.

I worked hard for that win and deserved it...

I worked for my win…

I earned my win.

The realization weighed heavy on Rush, yet a weight seemed to be lifted off of Rush’s shoulders.

He, not his destiny, was solely responsible for this win.

Rush: I am my own destiny. The words seemed to echo throughout the deserted room. I am my own destiny. Only I have the strength and power to make and break the journey that I am. Only I decide what happens to me in and out of the ring. A smile found his way to Rush’s mouth and he sunk further into the chair in relaxation.

Rush didn’t know who he would face in the ring next. But he now knew that neither luck, chance, fate nor destiny could stand in his wake and he climbs the ladder, rung by rung to the top of the company.

And he knew, he would do it alone.

 

[oneandonly]

Kyle Christiansen is sitting in his living room watching tape of some of his matches in WZCW. The doorbell rings and he opens it as Leon Kensworth walks in.

Kyle: It's a about time you got here. You're an hour late.

Leon: Sorry, I'm not really um, good with directions.

Kyle: Whatever just start the interview.

Leon: Well as you may know, this week you have no idea who you're opponent is, nor do you know how many of them there will be, or even the match stipulation. You could even end up with a title shot. How do you prepare for a match like this?

Kyle: Well Leon that is simply answered. You don't. I could take time to prepare for multiple individuals. But once I step into the ring with them, I simply wouldn't have enough time to remember all my preparation. So this week, I think all of the people on the roster, and all of the fans in the arena and watching at home will see a glimpse of the real Kyle Christiansen. Back in the hood, I never knew when I was gonna get into a battle, so I had to be prepared for any foe, no matter how many there were, or how big they were. Thats how it will be this week, and at Lethal Lottery.

Leon: So what you're saying is, this environment favors yourself?

Kyle: No thats not what I'm saying. But it does. I believe every environment favors me. But recently I've been focusing to much on not losing other than winning. You cannot go into each match with that mindset, because then even someone with such great physical attributes as myself will find it nearly impossible to win. So to everyone on the WZCW roster, you better be looking out for me.

Leon: Well judging from what everyone is saying, no one is even paying attention to you.

Kyle: Leon, that in the end will be their biggest mistake. Because there is no one like me on this roster, or in the world. You see, there is a million USA's, a million Everests, and a million Garth Blacks, but there is one and only Kyle Christiansen. You all are warned.

Now Leon get out. I have things to do.

Leon leaves and the camera fades.

 

[Harthan]

The scene - Drake Callahan's locker room, wherein Drake lounges on the couch with a grin on his face and a beer in his hand. Max is standing at a new round table he's got set up in the middle of the room, where the Eurasian Championship belt sits on a pedestal and a variety of papers are arranged. Max has a huge grin on his face.

Max: We did good, Drake, we did good.

Drake: It's well, isn't it?

Max shoots a half angry, half laughing glare at Drake, then returns his attention to the table.

Max: You set a record, did you know?

Drake: Did I?

Max: Yeah, I got this in from the Board of Directors.

Max lifts a piece of paper.

Max: Says here at four seconds, you've got the record for the shortest win in WZCW history.

Drake: You told me finishing early was a bad thing...

Max laughs.

Max: This is different, buddy. Quicker the better as far as I'm concerned.

Drake shrugs and takes a draught of his beer.

Drake: So, we got new furniture?

Max: Just the table. I've decided this isn't the locker room anymore.

Drake scratches his chin.

Drake: So I'll just dress in the hallway, or...

Max: No, Drake, no. I guess, this is still your locker room, but really, it's Command Central.

Drake furrows his brow.

Drake: So, I just get naked in this Command Central...

Max: No! Well, yes, actually, but the point is, we're calling this Command Central now. See, I've got the table with all our papers - emails and letters from all around, gameplans for us, news around WZCW, profiles...all kinds of things. There's also the stand for the belt, you see that there, and well, I've got a big chair. But, this is good for us.

Drake: Does in involve...a new mini-fridge?

Max grins and rolls out a high-tech looking, sleek, black mini-fridge.

Drake's jaw drops open.

Drake: Is it...is it stocked?

Max grins and nods.

Drake cries out and leaps onto the fridge, hugging it.

Drake: This is the best day of my life.

He tentatively opens the door and almost tenderly pulls out a longneck. He strokes it, retreats to the couch, and cracks it open.

Max: Is the mini-fridge all you're interested in?

Drake: More or less.

Max just shakes his head.

Max: You ready for business?

Drake: Ready as ever.

Max: So, not very.

Drake: Mmm.

Max shakes his head and picks up a paper, seemingly at random.

Max: So, it's all random matches this Meltdown, you know. You get to defend against someone without any preparation.

Drake: Would it make a difference?

Max raises a hand and opens his mouth, but stops.

Max: You're...probably right.

He sighs and shuffles his papers.

Max: So, I've got dossiers on everyone...

Drake: Bless you.

Max: Not even going to bother. Anyway, no good reason to run through these, all we can do is roll in and rely on your natural talent.

Drake: Which is a lot.

Max: Not enough to get two titles in one match, apparently.

Drake: Are you still on that?

Max: It was your destiny, Drake! And you came out so strong.

Drake: I saw something shiny...got distracted.

Max groans and starts shuffling through his papers.

Max: You want a workout or anything beforehand?

Drake: Nah. I can pull it off.

Max: Alright then. How about some...tax forms!

Drake stares at Max flatly.

Max: Come on, we have to do these sooner or later.

Drake: Max, the only thing I know about the IRS is that he was part of the Varsity Club.

Max sighs and sets it aside.

Max: I'll do them later. Anything else?

Drake: Hand me another beer?

Max: Always.

Max tosses the beer with a laugh and Drake cracks it open, drinking it down as the scene fades.

 

[Showtime]

We see Showtime David Cougar walking backstage at WZCW studios. He is dressed in unusual attire, sporting a dark trench coat, hat and large pair of shades to hide his identity. He nervously shifts his head side to side as he walks, carefully examining people as he passes them. He passes by a group of people, including Becky Sierra. Becky notices him and calls his name.

Becky: David... David?

David starts walking faster upon his name being called and once he notices Becky following quickens his pace some more. He glances back as she continues to call him. This causes him to walk into some trash cans, knocking him down. He angrily shoots back up and throws off his hat and glasses.

Cougar: What is it Becky? Can't you see that I am in a hurry.

I'm sorry David. I just wanted to make sure it was you. Are you late for another episode of your show?

No, no show right now. I'm putting The Show on hiatus for a while. Running Best of Episodes.

Then what are you in a hurry for?

I'm not... no I mean yes... I mean when I said I was... uh... it's none of your business right now what it is I'm doing.

David what's wrong? You seem very scared.

Scared, don't be ridiculous. I'm just being cautious. In case you haven't noticed there's been a string of disappearances and strange activities lately. Bad things are coming Becky. I have a good idea who's behind it, but until I get to the bottom of this I can't be trusting anyone. Besides I'm not in the best of moods to talk after the atrocities that happened last night, robbing me of my spotlight.

Well the night wasn't all bad for you actually, there are still some good moments we can pull from it. Like how you became the first person in WZCW history to wrestle in three title matches in one night.

That is true Becky. The first person ever..., still much like the name of the PPV says, I truly did go for it All, but still left with Nothing.

Well that's not all. While you did not walk out with any gold, I don't recall seeing you ever pinned or submitting in any of the 3 matches you were in.

David grins. The comforting words from Becky had lifted his spirits for a moment and returned his confident cockiness.

Well I guess you could call it 3 matches if you count that blink and you miss it opener. It is true that the Show never lost at AON, never tapped, never pinned. No, the final results of those matches were based on circumstances that prevented Showtime from being the true victor.

First match, if you can even call it a match, lasted as long as William Teach's attention span. Ty, while I don't hold the EurAsian title, I was correct when I said I would be the one to make you lose the belt. You were so consumed with destroying me, so filled with anger in bringing down the highest rated superstar, that you didn't even notice a drunken fool sneak up behind and pin you before you could even blink. You not only lost the EurAsian title in your first defense of it, but you also lost it in the quickest match ever in WZCW history. You alone proved how paper thin your title reign was, winning it beating a deadman and losing it to him in under 10 seconds. your not even worth my time in beating you. Your claims that you will always hold that belt over everyone who wanted it ended without even beginning. Now that the EurAsian title is on a somewhat proven champion in Drake, I have someone who can put on a match that lasts longer than it takes AshLeigh FalKon's to become uncomfortable by Stacey. Drake, I was the true #1 contender for the EurAsian title and you robbed me of my deserved one-on-one title match, but you will redeem yourself by giving me a better and more memorable match for when I win the EurAsian title. Drake your time as champ will be short lived, so you better down the beers as fast as you can while you can, cause when The Show faces you he will remain undefeated verse you.

Now on to my Mayhem title match, what a hellashious match. But let me say I am thrilled that I was not apart of that painful finish my opponents went through. Said it before and I'll say it again, the Show is above the barbaric rules of the Mayhem belt and no longer see a need to expose my good health to that chaotic crap shoot. I beat one its best champions for it and defended it successfully in perhaps the lopsided match in WZCW history against another. So there is nothing left for me to prove with it. Ty, given your track records with belts, I bet I wouldn't even need to break a sweat in beating you for it, but since I don't want it I'll let you keep it. If you want to fight I'll face you in a straight rules match where I will prove that I am the better wrestler and the bigger star.

Now that was supposed to be the end of your night, but then Chuck Myers announced you as the surprise 6th man, albeit a late choice, in the 6th way WZCW title match. What was that like?

Exhausting, but thrilling none the less. Management here knows a star when they see one and it was only a matter of time till they put me where I belong in the main event scene. They are always putting me upfront into the spotlight and when they do I generally deliver. AON was supposed to be my introduction into the main event, to the likes of Everest, Lars, Titus..., now his current title record is a record I will own one day, I was suppose to introduce to them and all the rest The Star of The Show, but it was interrupted by a jealous and evil individual. Angry that I avoided defeat and destruction and still kept fighting, he pulled his twisted tricks and illusions and pulled me out of sight and left me tied to a chair to watch my biggest moment escape from me. Ty I know your putting together a following of misguided followers, but you will not take my soul and you will not cross me over to your dark side. I will always fight you and it is that, my unwilling spirit to perform, that will always drive you insane till you realize there is no victory over me, only an endless series of shows and highlights. I will beat your followers one by one, and then I will beat you and make you see the end. You will never break my soul or crush my spirits.

David, you're acting crazy. Your scaring me. What happened to you in that ring? What did you see?

David rubs his face as he tries to regain some composure.

When death stares you square in the eye you have to change your priorities and re-evaluate what it is you're here to do. For too long I have been all talk and flash and not enough show. No more big promises with no big return, no more big risks without big rewards. The fans are going to get the Show, the whole Show and nothing but the Show. At Lethal Lottery I will make my proper debut to the WZCW main event and I will give the biggest performance of a lifetime, upset all the critics and win the whole damn jackpot and get a one on one match with the champion at Kingdom Come. For now though I'll have to settle for whoever this Lethal Roulette gives me. And whether it be that rebel Blade, or Wrestling's so called royalty in Matt Royale tissue paper, the man who hasn't Rush, or the winless in too long Bratchny, I will be victorious. The viewers are going to see a new Showtime, a more aggressive and focused superstar, and a man who sees he's got a target on his back and jealous men in the locker room and he is going to go out every night in the ring and give the performance of his life like it's the last time the show will ever be seen live. Every night I will go out with a bang and damn the results I won't rest until I am the best. WZCW let it be known, The Show has finally arrived.

The lights above begin to flicker. The smile on his face disappears and is replaced by a concerned serious look.

I have to go now. Be safe Becky

David Cougar moves off camera as Becky calls for him to come back. The lights continue to flicker as the camera shot moves behind Becky to around the corner where a ladder is in view. The lights stop flickering and stay on and a person appears climbing down the ladder.

Electrician: There. Got those bugs all sorted out. No more power failures, hopefully.

 

[Thriller Ant]

The scene opens in the backstage interviewing area, set up with the typical random tree plant and a TV monitor hanging for the hell of it. Becky Serra is standing next to Phoenix. He is wearing his WZCW Tag Team Championship belt around his waist, partially covering the tape around his abs. Not even his face paint resembling a roulette wheel can hide the pain he is still in.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, one half of the new WZCW Tag Team Champions, Phoenix.

Phoenix smiles at Becky and nods to the camera.

Becky, if you don’t mind, could you possibly say that last part again? I love hearing it.

Sure! (She pauses for a moment) Phoenix!

Phoenix has a look of disbelief on his face.

No… a little before that.

One half!

…Nevermind. It’s good to be here.

So, this show is the Lethal Lottery, which of course…

Whoa, whoa! You’re not gonna ask how it feels to finally get over the hump and beat Mary-Kate and Ashley? You’re not going to ask what it was like competing in the first-ever tag team ladder match in WrestleZone Championship Wrestling history? I mean, you could at least ask me if I need by boo-boos kissed so they feel better.

Becky looks very sad and guilty.

I’m so sorry! What are your thoughts about All or Nothing?

What more is there to say? I’ve had problems with three guys during my career in WZCW thus far. I beat two of them last night, while the other one is wearing a belt just like this one. (Smiles and rubs his Tag Team Belt) I’ve never been this happy my entire life.

As for tonight, I’m excited. I know most guys are nervous or scared of the unknown, but I’ve been to the Great Unknown. The uncertainty that we all face everyday excites me. And yeah, I may be hurt, but I’ve never felt better. I hope I face Everest or Ricky. I hope I get a chance at Reidar or Celeste. I would love to have my first chance at a singles title.

I’m not nervous at all about tonight. Tonight is an opportunity to prove that I’m not just the guy wears the face paint and tags with the really smart guy just like Garth has a chance to prove he’s not just the smart guy who tags with the guy who wears face paint. I love tagging with Garth, and I never want to lose this belt. I’m sure he feels the same. So whether I face Frankie Smith again or Garth again, I know that both me and my opponent will give their all.

But that is enough talking. Let the lottery begin!

Phoenix gives both the camera and Becky a big smile, and walks off camera.