Unscripted - P.O.T vs. Reckless Youth vs. Hancock/Fox - Tag Team Championship

[Phoenix]

The World Tag Team Championship will be defended in a Triple Threat match at Unscripted as Pride of Toyota will defend their belts for the first time against Reckless Youth and the combination of Mark Hancock with Matt Fox. The Champions requested some competition took place and they got their wishes granted, this match will also see a Viewer's Choice on the stipulations take place between an Elimination Match, Table Elimination and a 20 Minute Championship Scramble. Any of these stipulations will provide a tough challenge for our proud Tag Team Champions but who will be the team left standing once the dust settles?

Deadline is Tuesday 24th August 23:59 EST

 

[The Bearded One]

The scene opens up with Tucker Graham and Alexander Steele grappling in a ring that is set up in Steele’s gym. Graham is in the dominant position, but it doesn’t last long before Steele counters it and is on top. Steele stands up and offers a hand to help Graham up.

When you’re on top like that you can’t leave yourself open. You will be countered every time.

Graham stands up while wiping the sweat from his face. Once his hand has moved, a black eye around his right eye is revealed, a result of Everest’s attack on him after being eliminated from the Battle Royale of Ascension.

I know, I know. I’m trying to improve; I’m doing everything I can. Thanks for helping me out, man. And thanks for sacrificing yourself in the Battle Royale so that I could continue. Even though I kind of wish you didn’t, it did lead to this.

Graham points to his right eye while smiling. Steele lets out a little chuckle.

That’s what partners are for. I sacrifice myself to allow you to get your ass kicked.

Steele’s joke makes both men start laughing. Steele stops laughing abruptly.

Oh great, look who it is…

Graham quickly snaps his head around to see who Steele is talking about. Johnny Klamor walks into Steele’s gym, letting the door slam shut behind him. He is walking toward Graham and Steele with a notepad in one hand while fixing his tacky tie with the other. Klamor’s aura of arrogance reaches the two wrestlers before he does, but he isn’t too far behind.

I have been sent here to interview…

Klamor looks down at his notepad and gives it a quizzical look, as if he doesn’t understand what he is reading.

Trucker Grand?

Tucker Graham. That’s me.

Graham reaches his hand out for a handshake, which Klamor completely ignores.

I am here to interview you, Graham, not to be your friend.

Graham gives Steele a look of disbelief about how arrogant Klamor is.

Is there any way you and I can speak in private? If not, I will be perfectly content with just leaving this filthy place. It smells of sweat and despair.

Graham and Steele exchange another weird look. Graham looks as if he hopes Steele doesn’t have a private meeting room in the gym, even though he knows there is one.

There’s a meeting room right down the hallway on your right.

Graham leads Klamor back to room, leaving Steele to his own. Graham opens the door and allows Klamor to enter the room first. Klamor gives the room an unsatisfied look and lets out a sigh.

I guess this is going to work. Let’s get this over with, okay Graham?

Graham gives him a little nod as they both take seats facing each other at a small table.

So Graham, why do you and Steele, also known as, what is this, Reckless Youth, deserve a title shot? I mean, you’ve already been beaten by the champions.

Yeah we have, Mr. Klamor. The Pride of Toyota beat us, pinned me, 1-2-3 after hitting me with a DDT in the middle of the ring. I acknowledge that they were the better team than me and Alex-

It’s Alex and I, Graham. Alex and I.

Graham gives Klamor an annoyed look before continuing.

They were a better team than Alex and I were at the time. But that’s just the thing; we weren’t even a team at that point. We were just two men who happened to be tagging together that week. We had never worked together before and we didn’t know each other’s strengths and weaknesses. Now, we know each other’s abilities inside and out. I know what Alex is capable of, and he knows what I am capable of. We know what we are able to do in the ring and we know what we have to do to win.

Now we know what to expect out of the Pride of Toyota. We are able to look back at the mistakes we made in our first match and learn from there.

I also couldn’t have asked for a better partner than Alexander Steele. I mean, I know you saw it, but on Ascension he sacrificed his chance at becoming World Champion to allow me to stay in the Battle Royale. That’s showing commitment to the team.

No, Graham. I would have to disagree with you on that one. It is showing stupidity. Battel Royale's are meant to be every man for themselves. Why on Earth would he allow himself to get eliminated to save you?

Because that’s what teammates, well at least good teammates, do. They watch each other’s backs and try to help each other succeed. And Alex did just that. He allowed me to not only continue in the Battle Royale but to also eliminate a former champion in Everest.

You just took advantage of a situation, Graham. If he were paying attention to the match you would have never eliminated him. And it led you to getting that black eye.

Klamor points to Graham’s black eyes with his pen as Graham starts to become frustrated by Klamor.

Be that as it may, I still eliminated him. He should have never taken his eyes off the match. You may say I took advantage of the situation, and, hey, I guess I did. But I try to put myself in great situations no matter where I am. I always want to get the most out of life and saying yes to whatever life experience I may have, it lets me grow as a person. And this one is no different. It gives me the confidence to know that I am able to hold my own against the top guys in WZCW. It gives me the confidence to know I can beat top level guys here in WZCW. Eliminating Everest gives me the confidence to know that I will be a champion here in WZCW, along with Alex Steele because without him this situation would have never have been there for me experience.

As for the shiner, I just call it my souvenir.

Graham lets out a smile but Klamor is not the least bit amused.

I call it what happens to people when they do the wrong things. I remember seeing Wasabi Toyota saying that your lifestyle is dangerous and leads people down the wrong roads, and I have to agree. And your black eye is symbolic of that.

Graham’s mood switches from playful to serious when Toyota’s accusation is brought up.

I don’t think that is the case at all. How is following one’s dreams dangerous? I just tell people to do whatever makes them happy, as long as it doesn’t involve serious harm to other people or themselves. Why shouldn’t people be able to follow their dreams? Why shouldn’t people be able to be themselves without fear of being judged? Why shouldn’t people be able to have amazing life experiences and grow from them?

People should be able to live how they want to live without a fear of what others might think of them. People need to be care-free and let loose and enjoy life for what it is, an amazing journey! People should not just simply exist because they don’t want to look stupid or they are afraid they might fail. You never know until you try. The point of life is to live and so many people are missing out, and it pains me to see this.

Graham brushes his hair out of his face and recomposes himself before continuing.

And how can I be any more dangerous than a man who used to be in a street gang? I know now that he is trying to make up for all the wrong things he’s done, but it won’t matter. What is done is done and there’s no going back. Mr. Toyota may be able to sleep easier at night because he thinks he is righting some wrongs, but I don’t know how. To know that I had a hand in doing the terrible things his gang did would drive me crazy until the day I die.

But I guess I did show him how dangerous I was in the ring by beating him a few weeks ago.

Graham looks at Klamor as if to tell him to bring on the questions. Klamor starts off sarcastically.

Yeah, that was inspirational. But the fact of the matter is that you and Steele, Reckless Youth, will be facing off with the Pride of Toyota and the team of Matt Fox and Mark Hancock for the WZCW World Tag Team Titles at Unscripted. To be honest, this is going to be a nearly impossible match for you and Steele to win, no matter what stipulation the fans choose.

Of course it’s going to be hard, Mr. Klamor. This is professional wrestling, nothing comes easy. But I think Steele and I have what it takes to become the new WZCW World Tag Team Champions. I mean, we already took the champs to the limit before Steele and I were even a true team. And in singles matches I beat Toyota while Steele lost a hard fought match against Kravinoff. I know Steele will learn from his mistakes and come back even stronger.

As for Fox and Hancock, we beat them on Meltdown last week, and I think we can do it again. I know they are going to come back hungrier than ever, and that does concern me. But I think the experience Alex and I have with each other will prevail.

What makes this title match interesting are the stipulations. Each team has to game plan for three different matches, with each match being completely different than the other two. The first match is an elimination match. This is the one that makes me most nervous to be honest with you, Mr. Klamor.

Klamor perks up.

Why is that Graham?

What if, I know it won’t happen, but just for the sake of argument, what if Alex gets eliminated first? I’ll be the first to admit I’m the weaker wrestler in the team. So what if Alex somehow gets eliminated before I do? I mean, I’ve beaten Toyota before, but with the size difference it doesn’t make it a guarantee to happen again. I am confident I will be able to hang with one of these guys, but not all of them. How will I get by the combination of the tough as nails Kravinoff, the twisted Fox, and the sadistic Hancock? It’s a question I don’t want to know the answer to. But I don’t think I’ll have to find out. Alex is a world class wrestler and can outwrestle anyone in this match so I think we’ll be fine.

The next match is an Elimination Tables Match. I have a little more confidence in this match, Mr. Klamor, because I will be able to do what I do best, and that is put it all on the line. I am willing to risk everything to hold gold here in WZCW, and if it means being at risk of being sent through a table then so be it. I just don’t want to be the one that has to lift Toyota onto a table. And I’m afraid of what kind of sick things Fox and Hancock will come up with regarding use of the tables. As for Kravinoff, well, he is just as twisted as they are.

As for the final choice?

The final choice is the Scramble Match, where the last team to earn a pinfall or submission in the allotted time is the winner. I like this match, Mr. Klamor; I like this match a lot. It allows Alexander and me to go out there and wrestle with each other as a team for the duration of the match. It allows us to have each other’s backs. We will be able to do what he does and I will be able to do what I do, without the fear of one of us not being there. And when Alex and I are able to do that, I don’t think there is a team that can beat us. We will be able to come together as one, as Reckless Youth, and capture the World Tag Team Championship.

And if that doesn’t happen?

I’m not going to worry about that right now. If we give it our all, I am positive that we will become champions. I am sure I will reach my dream at Unscripted and hold gold here in WZCW. I know that Alexander Steele and I, as Reckless Youth, will be able to hold the World Tag Team Championship belts over our heads after the final bell has rung. I know that Reckless Youth will become World Tag Team Champions.

Graham gets a far off look in his eyes as if he can picture the scene in his head. He snaps back to reality after a few short moments of witnessing glory and returns to his usual cheerful self.

Alright, Mr. Klamor, are there any more questions?

No, thank God, I can get out of here now.

Klamor leads the way back out of the meeting room and into the gym area, where Steele is lifting dumbbells by himself. He sits up when he sees the two men approaching.

So, how’d it go?

It was rough, but I think we got something good out of it. What do you think Mr. Klamor?

Klamor just keeps walking by without saying a word. As he opens the door to leave he looks back one last time with a look of disgust before walking out and letting the door slam shut behind him.

I’m going to be completely honest with you Alex, I never want to be interviewed by that man again. Now, where were we?

The scene fades to black as Graham and Steele begin grappling once again in preparation for their World Tag Team Championship match at Unscripted.

 

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A dark red Chevrolet Astro pulls into the parking lot of Chicago’s largest Home Depot on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Wasabi Toyota and Hunter Kravinoff exit the car, wearing matching zebra leotards and a WZCW World Tag Team Title slung over their shoulders. Kravinoff has a confident, smug look on his face while Toyota seems rather perplexed as they walk towards the Superstore.

Uhh, Hunter. Why are where here again?

I already told you, to prepare for our match.

As the pass by, Toyota throws a generous tip towards the group of Latino workers hanging around outside the store.

How are we going to prepare for our match in a place like this?

You’ll see, buddy. You’ll see.

They enter through the large, automatic doors which open up into an enormously vast area. Rows upon rows of shelves seem to stretch for miles, with a copious amount of friendly looking, older gentlemen in orange vests ready to help. One of the Older Men, who appears to be in his late 80s, approaches the championship pair.

Hey there, boys, need any help?

No thanks, just looking.

Ok, Sonny. Have fun!

But Hunter, what exactly are we looking for.

I’ll show you, look at this.

Kravinoff walks over to one of the shelves and picks up a garden gnome, complete with a full white beard, jolly smile, and bright red hat.

What do you think of this gnome?

It’s pretty cool.

Pretty cool. Have you and Rocco been watching MTV again? This is nothing than a worthless piece of trash. Look at the dirt and filth that covers it. This little troll doesn’t shine, like say, our World Tag Team Titles.

And over here, look at this!

Kravinoff runs up the isle and picks up a steel rake.

Look at this rake, Wasabi. What good is this for?

Uhh, you can use it to plant flowers?

No, no! This rake is useless. It is nothing more than a symbol of fruitless, backbreaking labor and toil in the hot sun. You can’t create anything great with this, which isn’t true about the World Tag Team Titles. When people see us walking around with these, it creates respect. Nothing in this store is as valuable as these World Titles, titles we earned.

That’s not all, take a gander at this!

At this point, Kravinoff has made his way over the Kitchen Appliances Section, and has seated himself on a large, black refrigerator.

Besides being a sturdy chair, this fridge is useless. What’s the point of letting something waste away in this hunk of metal when you can just consume it in the first place? It’s just silly. You know what isn’t used to store various fruits, vegetables, and dairy products?

The World Tag Team Titles!

Toyota starts to get excited at this point

Hunter look at these!

Toyota points in the direction of the nearby vacuum cleaner display, equipped with a countless number of sucking devices.

These vacuum cleaners can suck up little pieces of dirt, but they’re not as important as the World Tag Team Titles, which we won by sucking up little pieces of dirt like Baller and Baker.

Now you’re getting it, Wasabi. You see, the World Tag Team Titles are all that really matter right now. After all the work, blood, sweat, tears, and semen that we put into obtaining these, we can’t just let that all go to waste. No matter what happens, we have to keep these titles. They’re the most important things in our lives.

You could search this store for days and still not find anything that added up to a fraction of the value of these belts.

For sure, man. Ever since I’ve been World Tag Team Champion, I’ve meant something. I’ve made a positive impact on the world. Whenever I walk down the street, people stop to talk to me. It’s wonderful. They respect me.

Whoa, not so fast there, buddy. A lot of people may respect you, but there’s a very important group that doesn’t, and that’s the leaders of this company. They don’t give a damn about anything we do down here in the “lowly” tag division.

Last week, I defeated Stephen Kurtesy in the center of the ring. I made him tap out. Last week, I was clearly the silverback. But what does Kurtesy get for his efforts? Rewarded. That weakling is in the main event of a PPV. And where are you and I? Curtain jerkers, once again.

Where I come from, it’s survival of the fittest, not the fit get ignored while the weak are rewarded. Singles wrestlers are placed on a pedestal we can only dream of reaching while we’re constantly held back, unable to reach our true potential.

Toyota looks on without speaking, but seems to be distracted by something in the Plumbing Section.

Wasabi, are you listening to me?

Uhh, ya. Held back. Go on.

Just last week you dominated Doug Crashin, the supposed leader of the faction that’s taken over WZCW. But what have Crashin, Kurtesy, and Holmes done that we haven’t to earn countless title shots and glory? Nothing. Yet another example of the select few being placed on a pedestal. Yet another example of disrespect.

What the hell are you looking at?

By now Toyota has migrated to one of the display racks in the Plumbing Section, full of boatload of pipes encompassing a wide variety of shapes, sizes, and textures. The over 500 pound Japanese man looks on, fascinated

Hey Hunter, you think I could use these to...

NO!

Wait you didn’t let me finish. You see this curved one right perfectly matches up with shape of my...

STOP! For Tarzan’s sake, man! Listen, Rocco and I hear can hear you in your room at night. There’s a reason I stopped by, I don’t want to know what’s going on in there and I certainly don’t want to know what causes those noises. Do what you want, but don’t even think about filling me in on the details.

Meh, these aren’t stiff enough anyway.

Kravinoff looks on in disgust and awe at the Matsumoto Mauler

You really need a girlfriend. I’d let you share Naomi, but she just doesn’t have the stamina.

The Pride begins to walk towards the exit, only to be stopped by the Old Man from earlier.

You young lads didn’t buy anything?

No, we couldn’t find anything here that lived up to our standards. I think we’ll just be on our way.

They try to leave before the Old Man sticks a stiff arm out in front of them.

Oh, no you won’t. You punks have been wandering this store for two hours, you’re not leaving without buying anything. That’s now how it works. I swear, if you don’t make a purchase within the next two minutes I’ll have to cut a bitch.

The Old Man reveals an 8 inch long pocket knife in his right hand.

Easy there, Bugsy Malone. We can work this out. I’m sure we can find something in this store that’s not totally useless.

How bout these, Hunter?

Kravinoff turns towards Toyota and a big smile appears on his face.

Oh yes. Those'll work. Those'll work just fine.

 

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We get a close up of the smiling, exuberant faces of Wasabi Toyota and Hunter Kravinoff on their way out of Home Depot. They seem to be moving rather quickly as they exit.

I guess this place wasn’t completely worthless after all.

Indeed. We better hurry up though, the interview with Klamor is supposed to start any minute.

Don’t worry, we’ll make great time as long as we’re on these.

The camera zooms out to reveal that the World Tag Team Champs are actually sitting on top of two large, red, rubber balls, bouncing across the Home Depot parking lot. The eventually make it over to the Chevrolet Astro belonging to Hunter Kravinoff where Johnny Klamor waits impatiently.

You’re late.

Ya, we ran into trouble in there. Sorry about that.

Klamor looks on blankly.

I don’t care. What’s up with the balls?

One of Rocco’s innovative training techniques. Really helps muscles flexibility and endurance. In fact, I’m a few training sessions behind Wasabi. Surely you won’t mind if I go out for a little hop. I’m sure the big man can handle your questions.

Whatever. As long as we get this over with quickly. I have a hot date to get ready for.

Good for you Johnny Boy, maybe you could teach Wasabi a thing or two.

Kravinoff gives a still unamused Klamor a slight, playful nudge before bounding out of sight, leaving Toyota alone with the sourpuss interviewer. After what seems like an eternity, Klamor finally speaks.

You don’t smell as bad as I thought you would.

Thanks, I get that a lot.

Don’t get me wrong, you still smell something awful, but I should be able to hold in my vomit, at least for the time being. Anyway, on with the questions. Tell me if I’m speaking too fast for you, Chong.

I appreciate your concern, Johnny, but I think you’ll find I’m more articulate than the majority of those that you interview. Perfect English is one of the main requirements when it comes to acceptance into the Yazuka, in fact.

Indeed. That leads to my first question. You’re an admitted terrorist, why should I feel safe talking to you? Why shouldn’t you be behind bars in some crummy Japanese prison?

Toyota looks down for a moment, attempting to wipe a few tears from his face.

I understand your concern Johnny, I really do. I was a terrible man, I was a monster. I mean, what kind of person creeps into houses of the innocent in the middle of the night, beats them purple, and leaves with a sack of gold and a belly full of satisfaction? Do you know, Johnny? Do you know?!?!

Klamor backs away slightly, his face the picture of shock with a slight hint of fear.

An evil man, Johnny, an evil one. I hate that man. I want him to die a in a fire, never to be seen again. But he still exists inside me. With my actions, with my thoughts, with my words, I try and suppress him a little more each and every day, but he’s still there.

What you have to know, as well as everyone else out there is I’m committed to changing that. I no longer want to be the problem, I want to be the solution. If I can eliminate the evil from the outside world, maybe, just maybe, I can eliminate some of the evil from inside myself as well, and finally be free. Free and happy.

Toyota is panting at this point, exhausted from his emotional speech.

Ok then. Moving on to your match at Unscripted. You’re defending your title against two other teams, one which includes a midget that embarrassed you a few weeks ago and the other including two of the most ruthless competitors in the entire company. How can you expect to retain the belts?

It won’t be easy, Johnny, but it’s something that has to be done. Hunter always talks about how important the titles are to him, and I feel the same way. They’re my whole life. Everything I do is with them in mind. I’ve even cut down to 6 pizzas day, just because of the titles. I’m entirely consumed with the thought of retaining them.

You’ve consumed something, alright. But how are you going to beat, say, Reckless Youth? Steele is one of the biggest up and coming stars in the world and Graham, well, we all now what Graham did to you a few weeks ago.

Yes, I know I lost to Graham, but I didn’t have Hunter by my side for that match. With him there, it’s a completely different feeling, both physically and mentally. He just gives me that extra strength. It’s why we’ve never lost as a team before. And as for Steele, well, Hunter has proven in the past that he can talk care of him.

Hunter and I have been working on a little something extra to deal with Graham though. We’ve been suplexing fleas during our training.

Suplexing fleas? That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.

You should try it sometime, it’s even harder than it sounds. But if we catch and suplex something as small as a flea, surely we can do the same to Tucker Graham.

And if you think that’s crazy, you’ll be flabbergasted by what we’ve doing to counteract Matthew Fox

How could you possibly train to take down someone like Fox. Hell, he’s even bigger than you, not to mention he’s more experienced and talented.

Don’t you worry about that, Johnny, we got Fox covered. You see, Hunter and I took a trip out to California the other day so we could practice on some redwoods. A lot of our stuff was ineffective, but our kicks seemed to work quite well. I almost knock one of those bad boys down, and if I almost kick down a redwood, surely I can kick down Fox. He’s not even a tenth of the size of one of them.

Alright buddy, I’ve had just about enough of your stories. You’re even worse than Kravinoff. I suppose you prepared for Hancock by doing moonsaults off the Empire State Building?

No, we don’t need anything special for Hancock. My anger will surely be enough. You see, Marky and I are practically neighbors. But while I’m working to make the city of Chicago, as well the entire world, a better place, he’s doing the exact opposite, negating all my hard work.

He’s nothing more than a bully, someone who’s all about violence and pain and suffering. I can’t stand it. Every time I pass him while walking down the street I just want to, to, CRUSH HIM!

Klamor leans back once again, nearly falling to the ground after Toyota’s latest explosion.

I’m sorry Johnny, but I just can’t control myself when it comes to cocky, heartless bastards like Hancock. But I’ll wait till Sunday to take my frustrations out on him, that goes for the rest of them as well. Whether it be Steele and the constant blame he puts on his father, Graham and his destructive and dangerous lifestyle, Fox and his cold, heartless attitude, or Hancock in general. I’ll be more than motivated to take each and every one of them out.

Ok, I’ve had enough of your long-winded responses. One last question before I can finally get out of here, which of the 3 match types do you prefer, come Sunday?

It truly doesn’t matter Johnny. I’m confident in the Pride’s ability as a team. We’ve already beaten Reckless Youth before and I’m sure we can handle Cock and Fox as well. Whatever the fans choose will be just fine.

Very well. I would wish you luck on Sunday, but I’m not that kinda guy. Sayonara, Chong.

Klamor briskly walks away from Toyota , as not to be late for his surely magnificent upcoming date. Just as he’s out of sight, Kravinoff returns on his bouncy ball, drenched in sweat.

I see you got a good workout in.

Ya, Rocco really knows what he’s talking about when it comes to these balls. How was the interview.

Great. You know, the more I think about it, the more excited I get about us as a team. I’m pretty sure this could go on forever if we wanted it to. Don’t you think so, Hunt?

Of course I do, buddy. Of course I do.

Kravinoff and Toyota throw their balls into the trunk, before getting into the car and driving off into the sunset.

 

[falconsault]

Saturday, 14 August 2010
Backstage Meltdown

Alex smiles as he walks through the curtains with his partner in Reckless Youth, Tucker Graham. Gaining a victory as a tag team felt good, one could see it on Steele’s face, he was as happy as usual, obviously not thinking about the other things going on in his life.

“Great job out there Tuck. You’ve really come a long way from that contract battle royale.”

He spoke, letting Graham know that he was still being impressed by his partner. Tucker was on the verge of replying when out of the corner of their eyes came one of Alex’s best friends, Ava. The team stopped dead in their tracks in front of the woman who was dressed as though she just got off of a stripper pole. Ava gave a slight smile at Tucker, one that almost told him to get lost.

“I’ll see you in a few Tuck.”

Alex told him and nodded to him to head on out. Ava shifted her hips and planted her hands on them. Alex closed his eyes as he shook his head with a smirk and a scoff, he could always count on Ava to use her sex appeal to get what she wanted.

“Bet you didn’t think you’d see me backstage at WZCW huh? But you know, I couldn’t just let you go out there, wrestle, and not come see you once in a while.”

Ava spoke first, cutting Alex off before he could answer her initial question. Alex knows that Mazi would be around backstage somewhere, probably looking for him and seeing Ava here would put him in the dog house.

“Well, I never know with you hot stuff. You seem to just pop up whenever you please, almost like you enjoy getting a rise out of people.”

He replied and shrugged his shoulders, he wasn’t being funny, no he was stating a fact. Ava was an attention ****e who loved to make men’s blood boil. Alex knew and understood this fact; it never seemed to help though as she always caught him in her web in some way.

“I know Mazi must hate that you call me hot stuff. Anyways, I know she’s around here, I just wanted to say great match out there. More importantly, good luck with the champions at Unscripted.”

Ava teased him; she knows that Mazi hates her mostly because she’s afraid that Alex and Ava would sleep together if given the chance. But what really caught Alex’s ear was her wish of good luck; he’d not heard anything about having a match at Unscripted.

“Wait…”

“Come on baby, you know I have my ways.”

Alex began to inquire about how she knew, even though he really shouldn’t have. She cut him off as she turned around and started walking away. He could do nothing more than shake his head and laugh some.

He walked to the locker room and upon entering and seeing Tucker still there he smiled widely.

“We’ve got a title match at Unscripted Tuck! Get ready for some hardcore training.”

Tucker seems to be surprised that Alex heard the news first but was obviously ecstatic about the news of being able to face Pride of Toyota once more. The scene fades to black as unfortunately the entire message wasn’t relayed to Alex and no one would find out until a few days later.

Wednesday, 18 August 2010
Boston, Massachusetts
The Steele Refinery

The young Steele stands in the center of a ring inside of the Refinery, his father’s wrestling school. Moments ago he was wrestling with and training his partner Tucker Graham, showing the young high flyer how to defend and attack in a technical wrestling sense. Their training was interrupted by Johnny Klamor, but that didn’t mean that Alex stopped training on his own.

When Tucker first left to do the interview, he began to shadow wrestle, going through the motions that he knew so well. He could have easily pulled in one of his father’s students to use as a sparring dummy, but he felt sorry for the one that went limping by, remembering the days when he did just that.

Alexander stood in a daze for a short while, thinking about the days of long ago, remember when he first started wrestling and how much it hurt to even think about moving after the first couple of days. As he continued to think about his past, his concentration was interrupted when someone else entered the ring with him.

As the young man turned around he saw just who was standing there with him, the old man, Jason Steele, a crippled former independent wrestling legend. Alex couldn’t help but think to himself that regardless of the shit his father has put him through lately, he was certainly a great trainer. Jason was able to train to an individual’s strengths, so much so that weaknesses were almost nearly completely hidden away.

“Well, well, the tag team titles. I thought you were through with the tag team divisions, what after having three of your partners turn against you.”

Jason always knew which buttons to push; it’s what made him such an asshole to his son. Alex stared at his father, the respect was there, it was always there, but the love for his family was waning by the moment.

“Yeah, I know, you hate me and all that crap. But look at it this way, at least you’re prepared. I taught you everything you needed to succeed in a place like WZCW. The rest of it is all up to you and that hippie partner of yours. But hey, you’re a Steele and we’re tag team specialists, if anyone can take on the champions and those overrated thugs you just beat, it’s you.”

Jason spoke, giving his son some amount of praise which surprised completely surprised Alex. He’d only heard a handful amount of praise from his father and sometimes the timing was clearly off. Today was not the case, Jason got it right, and Alex knew that it had to come from his step mother, but it didn’t matter.

The boy didn’t say anything in return and his father did the same thing. The two Steele men stared at each other, ushering in the awkward silence. Each began to wonder who would speak first; to neither of their surprise Jason turned to leave before anything more could be said. He stepped through the ropes and climbed down to the floor.

“Oh, Mazi, told me what you’re planning. Just be careful boy, you’re going to stretch yourself too thin and get hurt.”

Alex moved over to the ropes and leant against them watching his father walk away. He knows that Mazi sometimes gets herself in situations with his family where she has to tell them things about him. It doesn’t bother him; he’d figured it out a long time ago.

Alex exited the ring and moved over to the free weights, thinking over what his father said to him and more importantly thinking over the match at hand. He knows that he’s got a challenge before his team and he won’t allow himself to let Tucker down. A few moments later, while Alex lifts weights Tucker returns.

“So, how’d it go?”

“It was rough, but I think we got something good out of it. What do you think Mr. Klamor?”

Klamor just keeps walking by without saying a word. As he opens the door to leave he looks back one last time with a look of disgust before walking out and letting the door slam shut behind him.

“I’m going to be completely honest with you Alex; I never want to be interviewed by that man again. Now, where were we?”

The scene fades to black as Graham and Steele begin grappling once again in preparation for their World Tag Team Championship match at Unscripted.

Saturday, 21 August 2010
WZCW Recording Studio

“Pride of Toyota, Fox and Hancock, Reckless Youth… all three teams that are working toward a common goal, walking out of Unscripted as the champions; unlike this country wants children to believe, not everyone in this match is a winner. There will be four losers and only two winners. Those winners will then be known as the WZCW World Tag Team Champions.”

“It doesn’t matter how much anyone trains for it, the match belongs to anyone. Pride of Toyota could both be eliminated within the first few minutes, Fox and Hancock, or even Reckless Youth could be out of the match fairly early. This match isn’t really about the better competitors, but about who can truly outlast the other.”

Alex shifts from a full stance to being tilted toward the left. He brings his arms up to cross over his chest, covering the word ‘TRUTH’ on his shirt.

“This is the opening match of the pay per view and I couldn’t be happier. Some may think that it’s a disgrace to be a ‘curtain jerker’ but in this business, the opening match sets the tone for the entire show. That means that this tag team match is going to tear the place down before the main even can even take place.”

“Pride of Toyota is a remarkable team; I have to give them all the credit in the world. They have proven that they are the tag team champions, but that doesn’t mean that they will be walking away as the champions. Toyota can’t believe that just because Kraven was able to pull a victory out of his ass that I can be taken down that easily.”

“More importantly Kraven knows that I’ve found his greatest weakness, that shoddy back of his. Out of the match types that this match could possibly be, only the table match favors Kraven and Hot Sauce. The longer this match goes on, the more damage to that back I’m going to cause and if I have to, I will cripple Tarzan. Hopefully that will wake him up from his pathetic fantasy world.”

Alex pauses and looks around, seemingly diverting his attention from the task at hand. However he doesn’t look back at the camera as if something has caught his eye.

“Hancock and Fox shouldn’t even be a part of this match, they only re-enforces the fact that to be successful in WZCW, you don’t have to actually win matches. Fox and Hancock are apparently feared for their ability or whatever, but Reckless Youth proved that they are nothing more than flash in the pans. They both should have stayed out of WZCW and continued their lives as Wal*Mart stock boys.”

“At Unscripted, Reckless Youth is going out to the ring with all intentions of winning the match regardless of what the stipulation turns out to be. I don’t have a preference on the match type because the outcome will be the same either way, the champions will retain or Reckless Youth will rise to the occasion. Good luck to all the teams, each of us will need it.”

Alex stops and drops his arms, once again revealing the ‘TRUTH’ plastered across his chest. He turns around and begins to walk off showing the ‘SOUL ARMOR’ stretching over his shoulder blades as the scene fades to black.

 

[Leafy]

We’re in the backstage of Ascension and Kensworth is running up to Hancock

Kensworth: Hancock! Hancock!

Hancock stops and waits for Kensworth to catch his breath.

Kensworth: Heh, wooh… Ok, I’m ready. What are your thoughts on the new match at Unscripted?

Hancock: Well I came out with Fox to ask for the match so obviously I’m excited so let’s start this interview over.

Kensworth: Ok… What are you and Fox going to be doing in preparation for possibly the biggest match of your career?

Hancock: We might train a little bit, but we are confident in each other’s abilities and in the faults of our opponents that little training will be satisfactory.

Kensworth: Really?

Hancock: Yeah.

Kensworth: Alright then. Is this match brining up memories of your last tag team title match which sent you into your depression that brought you away from the 4 sided ring?

Hancock: Most definitely, but this time I have more faith in my tag team partner this time and we’re not in a cage which brought up childhood memories which destroyed any focus in the ring. Now I’m in the professional wrestling environment and not some caged animal.

Kensworth: Do you have faith in the WZCW fans to pick the choice you want?

Hancock: Not in the slightest. The general public has a poor opinion of this sport. They’ll probably pick the match with the most stipulations and ruin a possible great technical masterpiece by me and Fox. So I’m expecting the table match but I hope, however small that hope is, they pick the regular elimination match.

Kensworth: Do you want to talk about your opponents now?

Hancock: No. I’ve seen that in every promo and speech in this company and let’s deviate from the beaten path. They are people below me and Fox and that’s all that matters. Why should I care where Toyota is from or how tall Steele is, I didn’t care about my opponents backstory in the underground and this will be no different.

Kensworth: Alright, gotta find the rest of the wrestlers.

Hancock: Have fun.

Kensworth starts running down the hallway again as Hancock opens the backdoor and walks into a foggy alley.