Unscripted '12: New Church vs. Mr. Baller & Alhazred

[Viola Moonlight]

MISTER ALHAZRED:

They both smile and eat their tacos for a moment.

Fats: You know it's funny, a few hours ago you kidnapped me and put me through the worst experience in my life that's gonna haunt me for years and now we're, like friends. You water boarded me, man.

Alhazred laughs: Yeah, I did. But hey crazier things have happened.

Alhazred stomps on his brakes and his jaw drops. Fats looks to see what's going on. Mister walks across the street holding a box of donuts...

Mister drops the box of donuts and sprints across the street and climbs over a fence. Alhazred and Fats get out of the car and give chase. Alhazred hops the fence with ease but Fats is too fat. He attempts the climb twice before giving up. He walks back to the middle of the street and picks up the box of donuts and gets back in the car.

Mister is sprinting across a long, open area littered with unusable cars and trash, Alhazred is gaining on him. Mister runs left and hops over another fence back to the street, Alhazred does the same. Mister runs across the street into an old cemetery. The grave stones are cracked and falling over, weeds and grass are taking them over. Alhazred follows him into the cemetery. It begins to rain and thunder.

Alhazred looks around the grave yard but sees no sign of his former manager. Suddenly a door to a sarcophagus closes, Alhazred sees it in the corner of his eye and runs towards it. The sarcophagus is a small marble structure, it's square and unmemorable save for the small statue of a three headed dog atop it. Alhazred slowly opens the door, it's pitch black inside. He searches in his pocket for a lighter, walking as he does. He fumbles in his pocket but manages to pull it out. He lights it, the only thing he sees is a fist coming towards his face.

Mister: You'll never find her.

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Alhazred awakens a few minutes later to find himself in the middle of the graveyard outside of the sarcophagus, Fats is standing over him eating a donut. He gets to his feet and brushes himself off, he looks around for the three headed dog sarcophagus but cannot find it.

Alhazred: What happened to it?

Fats: To what?

Alhazred: The building I was in, it's gone. Things like that can't just disappear, it was a solid marble sarcophagus, there's no way they could have moved it.

Fats: What did it look like?

Alhazred: It had a statue with a three headed dog on it.

Fats: I don't see it man. That's trippy.

They walk back to the car, as they do Alhazred continues to look around the graveyard.

The ref is at 6, but he doesn’t need to count any further as Triple X nips up and onto his feet. The crowd pops as XXX slowly walks around the ring as Alhazred is slowly getting to his feet. XXX waits for his opponent to stand and then grabs him from behind going for the Adrenaline Rush. Alhazred breaks out of the move and goes for the Triforce Combination as Triple X turns. Body punch, uppercut, swinging right fist misses as Alhazred stumbles past XXX having thrown everything into that punch. XXX holds his body in pain as Alhazred regains balance and walks back towards XXX. Triple X turns to his side and unexpectedly hits the X-Rated Superkick on Alhazred! The crowd pops as XXX drops down on top of Alhazred for the cover. 1... 2... 3!

Anderson: Here is your winner and new number one contender for the Elite X Championship, Triple X!

Alhazred is sitting on a folding chair in the locker room, still in his wrestling gear with a towel around his neck. His head is down, staring at his phone. Several wrestlers and staff members walk by and tell him he did well and fought hard and almost had it. He pays no attention to them. The phone has a text message from Mister, it simply says: You failed again.

Alhazred: Failure.

Alhazred throws the phone across the room and walks out. Fats is waiting for him outside the door.

Fats: You alright, man?

Alhazred: Fine.

They walk through the hallways, towards the exit.

Fats: That was a great match, you almost had it.

Alhazred: So I've been told.

Fats: Well anyway, some guy came up to me and gave me a letter for you.

Alhazred: What did it say?

Fats: That you have a surprise, super secret match at Unscripted. It'll be you and Baller vs the New Church.

Alhazred stops walking.

Alhazred: Baller eh?

Alhazred turns around and heads back to the locker rooms. He heads into one and spots Baller in the back, getting ready to leave. Alhazred walks up to him.

Baller: What do you want?

Alhazred hands him the letter.

Baller: Great, stuck with a nerd like you.

Alhazred: Meet me at the basketball courts in the closest park to this building tomorrow at noon.

Baller: Why should I?

Alhazred: We need to build some chemistry if we hope to survive the New Church.

Alhazred leaves the locker room, Baller's eyes follow him as he leaves.

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Alhazred and Fats are sitting on a bench in park. Alhazred is wearing black basketball shorts with a black Apostles of Chaos basketball jersey on, the number is 666 and the name on the back reads K.O.. Fats is in blue shorts and a blue t-shirt, he's eating a hot dog and staring at Alhazred.

Fats: Don't think he's coming. I got a gut feeling man, trust me whenever I have a gut feeling it's always right, no fail. This guy ain't coming.

Alhazred: He's right there.

Baller walks up to them wearing a purple and yellow basketball uniform. Alhazred stands up as does Fats.

Baller: So, what are we doing here? Don't tell me you're planning on playing some ball, no offense but you don't look like the type.

Alhazred hands him a flyer for a two man basketball tournament being held tonight.

Baller: Are you serious? You expect us to play in a basketball tournament when we don't even really like each other?

Alhazred: No, we're going to win the tournament. And you don't like me? I like you.

Baller: You do? Well I guess you're not that bad but still we barely know each other, most of the teams in the tournament have probably been practicing together for a long time. There's no way we can win, you just threw this at me out of nowhere.

Alhazred: Do those circumstances sound familiar? At Unscripted we're going against a team that is a true unit and have an unquestionable bond. They may be religious fanatics, you could even call them a cult, say what you want about them but they're a damn effective team. They've laid waste not only to the tag division but some of the roster as well. They are truly unified, a true tag team and test for the both of us. We may not know much about each other but we have more in common than we think. We've both been in this company for a long time and haven't achieved the success our skill would suggest we should have. We're wasted talent who gets thrown around by management when they remember we're still around. We've both had our ups and downs but when we are both at our best we have shown that we are two of the best in this company. I have no intentions of teaming with you after Unscripted, I have far too much going on in my own life to have to start worrying about another person. But much like this tournament today, I plan on giving the New Church something to be worried about. I'm sure when they heard the news they were excited to see who'd they be facing, alone, one on one, either of us would take either member down. But as a tag team, they have the full advantage and they know it. I'm sure much like they did to some of the rookies and other members of the roster their looking to use us as a sign of their power. But we won't let that happen will we Baller?

Baller shakes his head no confidently.

Alhazred: We're going to march into Unscripted not as foes and not as friends. We will walk through the curtains as a team because we both have so much to prove. We've strayed from our goals of success and glory and are on the verge of becoming lost in the shuffle. I will not let that happen. You will not let that happen. WE will not let that happen. We will crush the New Church and have them running back to their god, praying that the damage we have done to their bodies is not permanent. I've been in a bad mood since Ascension, I've had a lot of things happen in the last week and I've been holding it in, saving it for just the right moment. Right as you smash Mason's face into the canvas with Hit the Showers, I will unveil my new technique on good ole Derek Jacobs. His head and neck will be utterly annihilated when the White Van Driver crashes them into the canvas. I need this win Baller, you need this win Baller. We'll use this basketball tournament to build trust and timing. I've had my share of tag matches in the past, I know what it takes to win them. Lets kill them at Unscripted and lets win this tournament!

Fats screams at the top of his lungs in excitement. Alhazred knocks his hot dog out of his hand.

Alhazred: Shut up, minion, you killed the mood. Get back to the car and get us some basketballs. Now!

Fats runs towards the car.

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A montage plays of Baller and Alhazred in the tournament. The first game they struggle at first, missing passes and yelling at one another but Baller hits a game winning three. The next game they get better but still have communication problems, Alhazred hits a free throw at the end to win it. The next two games they are both fully in sync and dominate their opponents, dunking on them and hitting shot after shot. Alhazred steals the ball from the opposing team and heads down court. He throws the ball at the backboard, it bounces off and Baller catches it and dunks it in.

Announcer: Here we are folks the final match. AlhazBall have truly come together as a team and have tied it up against Jordyant, Kobe Bryant and Michael Jordan. There's 5 seconds left in this game and the ball is in AlhazBall's court after that timeout.

Baller and Alhazred huddle up.

Baller: Alright man, this is it we can win this. I'm gonna inbound it you, when you catch it fake a shot and pass it to me. I'll hit the winning shot.

Alhazred: What? Fuck that, you're not getting the glory man.

Baller: I've carried this team the whole tournament, I deserve the last shot.

Alhazred: You did not carry the team, just because you're a former professional athlete does not mean you carried this team. I've held my own and our teamwork has carried this team. I want the final shot because of how much I improved.

Baller: I am a better player than you, you can at least admit that. Who has a better a chance at sinking the bucket realistically, me or you?

Alhazred: I guess you're right.

Baller: That's right I'm right, now let's do this!

Baller goes to the sidelines next to the ref and waits for the whistle, Bryan sticks his arms high in the air to block the pass. Alhazred moves continuously around the back court, trying to shake off Jordan. The ref blows the whistle and gives the ball to Baller. He passes it to Alhazred. Alhazred dribbles around, he goes to pass the ball to Baller who is wide open but decides to take the shot instead. Jordan blocks it and takes the ball down the opposite court and ducks it in for the win. Jordan and Bryant celebrate down the court as the fans surround them. Baller takes his shoe off and throws it at Alhazred as the scene fades to black.

 

[Viola Moonlight]

DEREK JACOBS:

Chapter 7: Predators​

After the events of Meltdown and Ascension, The New Church are a team on the outside looking in. Even after competing with Saboteur and Saxton multiple times since Apocalypse, the Tag Team Championship opportunity has been given to Strikeforce, another team that TNC is very familiar with. The anger that Derek Jacobs and Mason Westhoff feel is almost palpable as they come together in an undisclosed location. Their motive for being in this place is not yet known, but many answers will be given this night.

Derek: The time for talk is over, Brother Westhoff. We must face the truth. We have failed The Almighty. The Tag Team Championship match doesn’t even involve us. We’re not even on the Pay Per View. What do we do now? Do we wait for another sign, or do we try to make our own way?

Mason: Enough, Brother Jacobs. I’ve listened to this enough. You say that we’re finished? You say that we’ve failed? Brother Jacobs, are you not the one who has told me that He works in mysterious ways? He will be making himself known soon, brother. We only need to have faith that His will be done.

Derek: Honestly, Mason; I’m sick and tired of sitting around and waiting for The Almighty to make himself known. I’m sick of trying to hide in the shadows and pick the bones of everyone after the damage is done. I am sick of being a vulture. I take what I want. It’s in my nature.

Mason: What are you saying, Derek? What do you suggest we do? We already have our orders from The Almighty. We are to destroy the false prophet that tries to bring glory to his name. What else do you suggest?


Derek: I suggest we take what we want by force. If they don’t want to give us the Championships, we take the championships. They don’t want to give us an opportunity on Pay Per View? We take an opportunity. We as humans are not vultures by nature. We’re predators. It’s high time that we start acting like it.


The camera pans way back from Derek and Mason to reveal their location for this meeting.

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Chicago, Illinois.

Derek: I’m glad that you asked Him to meet us here, Brother Westhoff. It’s been a while since I’ve been home. It feels good to be back in Chicago if only for a night. I have so many memories here. It’s crazy if you think about it; I pretty much have two lives: one before meeting you and hearing The Almighty’s message, and one after.

Mason: I’m glad that you like the backdrop for our meeting tonight, Derek. What you said earlier tonight about being predators, it’s true. You were one hundred percent right. Brother Jacobs, just because The Almighty has a plan for us doesn’t mean we can’t choose the path. For a while now, I feel like we’ve been choosing the wrong path, and your words confirmed that. We are meeting with Him to discuss a couple of things tonight.

Derek: What are we discussing? What section we want to sit in during Unscripted? How much we’re willing to pay for tickets? Brother Westhoff I’m sorry for sounding so angry, but honestly, I’m pretty pissed right now. I love you like a brother, but actions speak louder than words.

Mason: What do you want me to do Derek? I can’t just wave a magic wand and make us the champions! Derek I’m getting pretty impatient with you. What do you want to do? You tell me what your plan is and we’ll go from there. What else-

??? : ENOUGH!!!


Suddenly, from the shadows a dark figure appears. We can’t see his face, but the anger in his voice lets us know that he’s not happy with this sudden argument. Brothers Mason and Derek both immediately bow their heads out in respect of who we must assume is “The Almighty”.

??? : Enough of this childish bickering. Derek, do you really doubt me so? Do you really think that this is not a part of my plan? Now we have everyone right where we want them. Everyone thinks of you as fools, but unbeknownst to them the true plan is about to take place. At Unscripted, My glory will be revealed, and you, my sons will be revealed as the true force that you are. Here is what you are to do, my sons. At Unscripted you will have a match against Alhazred and Baller. Now, they are not a normal tag team, but do not take them as weak. Alhazred was a part of the Apostles of Chaos, which many people believe is the greatest force to ever rule WZCW. It is imperative for us to eliminate him to make an example. As great as Ty Burna and his apostles were, we will be even greater. They are NOTHING compared to us. As far as Baller, he is in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Now, after you take care of these two weaklings, we move on to the grand plan.


First, the false prophet will fall at our hands. He has been a distraction for far too long, and it is his fault that my plan has not been carried out thus far. That ends very soon. After you make an example out of this false idol, our true plan begins…..


After the meeting is over, Derek and Mason walk back to Mason’s hotel, mostly in silence. After taking the elevator up to the highest floor, Mason speaks his parting words to Derek.

Mason: You know what needs to be done; now it’s time to put the plan into motion.


Derek: Remember, Brother Mason; we’re the predators now. Not vultures. It’s time we take what is rightfully ours.


They shake hands and part ways. Two days later, while checking his email in his apartment in Chicago, Derek sees a new message from Mason.



Brother Jacobs, Part one is complete. Phase two begins now.


There is a link at the bottom of the email, which opens up the following video on wzcw.com:

We see Mason Westhoff on camera leaving his hotel the day before. He looks perturbed to be disturbed on his personal time, but stops to answer questions.

Cameraman: Mason, a word with you. How do you feel about being left off the Unscripted Card?

Mason :Saxton and Saboteur are in the ears of WZCW management, I mean, why else have Brother Jacobs and I not gotten a straight-up tag team match for the championships. Plus, as if that wasn't enough, they also leave The Almighty off the show! WZCW may not want The New Church on the show, but trust me when I say that you'll see us at Unscripted.

After reading this, Brother Jacobs goes into his closet and pulls out his video camera.

 

[Viola Moonlight]

MASON WESTHOFF:

Lesson of the Week: The end is always worth the means. ​

Brother Mason Westhoff has done a lot of preaching in his time. His words led many people to make positive changes in their lives. The post office in Texarkana, Arkansas is flooded with love letters addressed to Brother Westhoff, thanking him for what he has done for them. The city itself is on the map almost entirely due to Bridge to Salvation Church.

Those same words also brought Brother Westhoff quite a bit of hostility. Many accused him of blasphemy. Some that have family in his church consider Brother Westhoff to be a cult leader, brainwashing his followers.

Then, of course, there is WZCW.

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We see Brother Mason Westhoff walking through an airport terminal, with his rolling suitcase handle in his right hand and his cell up to his left ear.

Yes, I just landed. I assume the driver had no trouble finding you? … Sounds good. See you shortly.

Brother Westhoff slides his phone into his pocket and continues walking right past the camera as the scene fades.

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So, Mason Westhoff, eh? What brings you to WZCW?

Vance Bateman sits back in his chair after asking the question. The office is still pretty bare since he had just regained power after the reign of Ty Burna. He looks deeply at Brother Westhoff, almost as if he is trying to see inside of the man.

I am a devoted follower of The Almighty. I built a massive church and devoted following out of nothing. Now I believe it is The Almighty’s wish for me to use my physical blessings to dominate WZCW and spread His message to the masses.

Bateman’s face couldn’t hide his surprise. He had met with many potential WZCW superstars over the years and heard many different answers to that very question. Never before had he heard someone that so obviously had no love, passion, or craving for professional wrestling sit in front of him for a job.

So, let me get this straight. You give me an answer like that when I ask you what brings you to the best wrestling federation anywhere and still expect me to give you a job? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kick your ass out that door right now?

Brother Westhoff chuckles at the outburst from Bateman, which does nothing to lessen his anger.

I’m something this company has never seen before. I can tell just by how you reacted that you’ve never had someone talk to you like this in an interview. All I want, Mr. Bateman, is an opportunity to show how great The Almighty is by dominating in the ring and talking before an international audience. That’s all I ask.

Bateman readies a reply, but before he can, Brother Westhoff begins to speak once more.

Or, alternatively, you can kick me out and I can sue this company for religious discrimination. I’ve dealt with many people that believe they are much more important than they actually are, Mr. Bateman, and you are no different. Let me sign my contract and I’ll be on my way.

You’re serious?

Brother Westhoff nods his head, a sly smile taking over his face.

Go wait in the hall. I’ll have your response in a couple minutes.

Brother Westhoff obliges, smile still glued to his face. Bateman begins to dial the phone as Brother Westhoff leaves the room. Soon after the door closes, screaming can be heard from within the office. Brother Westhoff bursts into full-on laughter, knowing that the decision about the contract is out of Bateman’s hands.

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Brothers Westhoff and Jacobs sit comfortably in the back of a luxury automobile, a screen separating them from the lowly driver. The myriad of bright, flashing lights that litter Chicago at night are dimmed by the car’s tinted windows.

I’m quite glad you came up with the idea to meet out here, Brother Jacobs. You’ve spent a bunch of time down in Texarkana, but I haven’t properly reciprocated by spending time here in Chicago.

I appreciate that, Brother Westhoff. I understand that much of what plagued me in the past is here, but Chicago is my home and always will be.

Brother Westhoff stares out the windows of the car at all of those lights, occasionally blocked by a homeless person begging for money.

As much as I enjoy pleasantries, Brother Jacobs, it is time to get down to the business I flew here for us to take care of.

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Just behind the entrance curtain at Meltdown 81, The New Church is understandably furious about the announcement made moments before by Meltdown GM Big Dave leaving Brothers Westhoff and Jacobs out of the tag title match at Unscripted, and more than likely, off the pay-per-view altogether. Both men are yelling at anyone and everyone that can hear them.

Get Dave back here, now!

We will not stand for this!

Big Dave comes through the curtain, and if not for the small mob of security that had gathered when all of the commotion started, would have been jumped by The New Church.

Hey, HEY! Strikeforce is getting the title shot. You guys will be on the show, just in a bonus match against Mr. Baller and Mister Alhazred. All of these decisions are final, so hanging out back here and trying to jump me aren’t going to do anything to help you. I suggest you go back and prepare for your match tonight.

Dave heads toward his office, with security forming a wall between him and The New Church. Brothers Westhoff and Jacobs put their hands up and back off, but Brother Westhoff yells a final warning as the scene fades.

There will be consequences, Dave! This isn’t a fight that you can win!

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Brother Westhoff has arrived in his residence for the evening, the Ritz Carlton in downtown Chicago. He sets his bag aside and lies down on the king sized bed, staring at the ceiling. Unscripted wasn’t anything close to what he, Brother Jacobs, or The Almighty wanted it to be. An unannounced bonus match was far from an opportunity at the WZCW Tag Team Championship, but The New Church will not be forgotten. Unfortunately for Mr. Baller and Mister Alhazred, Brother Westhoff and Jacobs and The Almighty are angry and their anger will be unleashed at Unscripted.