The scene begins with a man in his mid-forties. He is a wearing a brown suit that compliments his brown comb-over and mustache.
Man: This week, on the History Channel, we celebrate WZCWs 100th year anniversary with a week long tribute. Tonight, we will look back at some of the more ill-equipped superstars to have graced the ring. Well start with one of the worst, Chris K.O..
In the early beginnings of WZCW, Chris seemed prime to take his spot among the legends of the company. However, his career came crashing down when he lost a EurAsian Title match against Theron Daggershield at Unscripted 7. Statistically speaking, that loss meant that K.O. had lost four out of the five EurAsian Title matches that he had in his career.
After the match, Theron Daggershield was quoted saying, My grandma could wrestler better than Chris K.O.. As we all know, she did just that. Grandma Daggershield entered the WZCW one round after Unscripted 7 and went on to win 4 World Championships, 10 EurAsian Champions, 2 Elite X Championships, and become a 3 Time Tag Champion with her grandson.
Unable to ever move out of the mid-card, and unable to dominate the division in which he was stuck in, Chris fell apart. He would turn into a perennial jobber and rightfully took his place in the Hall of Jobbers alongside jobber-greats like Doug Crashin and Armando Paradyse. His manager, Steve the Volleyball, got connected in Hollywood and went on to be the highest-ever grossing box office star. His girlfriend, Astrid Kulman, left K.O. and eventually married another former WZCW Superstar, billionaire Justin Cooper.
With a deep gasp,
Chris sits up from the bed he is lying in. He breathes heavily as he tries to come to the realization that he just experienced a very bad dream. Nightmare, if you will. Sweat beads down the forehead and bare chest of the WZCW superstar. Chris finally settles his breathing and looks over at the other side of the bed. Astrid is snuggled up under the blanket and is sleeping soundly.
Chris finds comfort in just seeing her there. However, he feels the urge to get out bed. Chris slips out of the covers and walks over to a sink. He passes a small cot that Steve the Volleyball is sleeping on, with a blanket covering half of him. The blue hue from the moon peeks through the curtains on the windows. A wider shot reveals that they are in a hotel room. Chris runs some water, and he lets it trickle down his right hand. Once his hand is fully soaked, he slides it down from his forehead to his bearded chin. He grabs his beard and lightly squeezes it as he drops his hand from his face. Chris looks in the mirror that is over the sink for just a moment.
He lets out a small breath before walking over to a desk in the room. On the desk is a laptop, small lamp, and the box of dice that Chris and Theron rolled for their stipulations. He takes a seat, clicks on the light, and then flips open the laptop. Chris quickly types and opens up YouTube. Chris searches, Chris K.O. EurAsian Title Win.
Meltdown 90 said:
Chris forces X to one knee with the chinlock, then to his stomach, and finally flat on his face. Chris releases the hold - only to transition to THE BURNING CRUSADE! X is down in the middle of the ring and he is unresponsive - Morse raises his hand once - it falls. He raises it once more - it falls! He raises it again!
IT FALLS!
K.O. releases the hold as Morse forces him off and the referee immediately begins to check on the unresponsive Triple X!
Harrys: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner....and the NEW WZCW EURASIAN CHAMPION....Chris K.O.!
K.O. gets to his feet unsteadily and Morse is handed the belt from outside. The referee raises his hand and places the championship belt in Chris's other hand as the new champion is breathing heavily, clearly exhausted and his victory only sinking in gradually.
???: Chris?
Chris jumps a little bit, but quickly realizes that the voice belongs to
Astrid. Chris pauses the video and looks back at the bed.
Chris: Yeah, sorry. Was it too loud? Did I wake you?
Astrid rubs her sleepy eyes.
Astrid: A little bit. Why are you up?
Chris turns back to the laptop. He stares at the screen.
Chris: Sorry, I had weird dream. I was just looking up some stuff for my match. Ill turn it down. Sorry, again.
Very slowly, Chris feels a set of hands slide past the sides of his stomach and wrap themselves around him. Astrid lays her head on the back of Chris' shoulder as she looks at the screen.
Astrid: You want to talk about it? The match, that is.
Chris ponders Astrids question as he reaches down and rubs her forearm.
Chris: Sure.
Astrid is somewhat taken back by the agreeing response, but she receives it.
Astrid: Okay.
Astrid steps back and sits on the bed that is close to the desk. Chris looks over at the box of dice and grabs it. He sets it in his lap as he spins his chair around to face Astrid.
Astrid: Whats going through your mind? The match? Stipulations? What's at stake?
Chris begins a mindless motion of picking up a handful of dice and then dropping them back in the box. Astrid patiently waits for him to open up.
Chris: I think there is a lot of superstars in the locker room that would feel pretty complacent if they were in my position. Its been three years, and Im still competing for the EurAsian Title.
Chris picks up a single die. He twiddles it in-between his fingers as he studies it.
Chris: Unlike the squared faces of this die, my career is completely angular. It runs in a circle shape... from Dragon to Daggershield
Chris drops the single die back in the box. He then continues to grab and drop the dice.
Astrid: Do you feel complacent?
Chris hesitates for just a second.
Chris: No. Honestly, I feel grateful.
Astrid cocks her head in a curious look.
Chris: I remember winning the EurAsian Title at Meltdown 90. That first taste of gold is so euphoric. I cant even describe it beyond that, but when you taste it, nothing else compares. Nothing else quite appeases your hunger for accomplishment in WZCW other than winning another championship. Hopefully one on equal or higher tier. It may not always be priority, but there is always that itch on the roof of your mouth. That hunger. That drive.
Chris stops grabbing the dice and puts the box up on the desk.
Chris: This is my chance to quench that taste. To appease that hunger. And this time it wont be shrouded in the bitterness like it was almost two years ago. I can prove, as a better man, that I am just as good of a wrestler as when I was ruthless back then. Then, with some effort, courage, and a little luck, maybe I can eclipse my reign from back then. Maybe I can make people forget the man I was. Maybe I can be the EurAsian Champion that I always wanted to be.
Chris grows a smile of determination as he puts his hands behind his head and leans back in his chair. Astrid smirks at Chris optimism.
Chris: Oh, yeah. It also doesnt hurt that Im competing against a top class opponent. Someone that I'm going to have fun fighting. I respect Theron. In fact, I hope our rivalry extends for years to come.
Chris softly laughs and then smirks.
Chris: I like the thought of that. A rival.
Astrid: Yeah, well I hope you apologized for last round.
Chris looks dumbfounded. He sits up and looks at Astrid, who wears a you are in trouble face.
Chris: Apologize? For what???
Astrid: Are you kidding me? You used Therons finisher, and then you just stared at him. What a douche move! You apologized, right?
Chris scratches his head and looks innocent.
Chris: Uh
.
Astrid: WHAT?! CHRISTOPHER K.O.!
Astrid grabs a pillow and starts smacking Chris with it.
Chris: Im sorry! I didnt see him in the back after the match. Stop, please!
Astrid ceases the pillow beating.
Chris: Look, after we rolled our stipulations, its like I instantly remembered that I was going to have to fight him at Unscripted. We had trashed talked each other back and forth in good fun for most the cycle, but it didnt get serious until then.
In a match like this, one of the only ways I can get an edge is by mentally asserting myself. I needed to show him that I was not afraid to make the first move. Furthemore, that I was fully capable of executing his finisher. Actually, heh, I kind of liked it.
Astrid rolls her eyes. Chris begins gushing over Theron's move.
Chris: The set up is instant. Theron is a smart man. Hes pocketed a big move that requires little to no setup. The Coconut Smash however-
Astrid: Lame name by the way. Did you just go to a Gilligans Island random name generator for it?
Chris glares at Astrid.
Chris: *cough* Ahem. As I was saying, the Coconut Smash takes too much time from the point of attack to impact. At least compared to a move like the Critical Hit. It also requires a keen sense of accuracy. My knee feels damage each time, too. Youd be surprised how thick headed some WZCW superstars are. If one smash doesnt put my opponent down, it makes me easy prey for a leg submission.
Astrid: So, you are just going to steal his move?
Chris: No, of course not! But it may be worth looking into a variation for the future. With his blessing, of course.
Chris winks. Astrid glares.
Chris: AND AFTER I APOLOGIZE!
Astrid rolls her eyes once again. She follows-up with a yawn this time. She starts crawling back under the covers.
Astrid: What about the other stipulations?
Chris: Fortunately, Theron is a man of character. No finishers and Code of Honour are easy to compete in when your opponent is a man of integrity. There is no need to worry about him trying to cheat or find a loophole.
Astrid yawns again. Chris clicks off the lamp on the desk and then crawls into bed with her. He hugs her from behind.
Astrid: I bet he is saying the same thing about you.
Chris smiles at the compliment. He kisses the side of her face.
Astrid: Hey, Chris.
Chris: Yeah?
Astrid: There's one more thing for you to not worry about.
Chris: Whats that?
Astrid: Win or lose, Ill be here when you walk out of that arena.
Chris smiles as he hugs Astrid tighter. He rests his head behind hers and closes his eyes.
Chris: Ill be here, too.
Chris begins to drift back to sleep, but then a few soft words keep him awake.
Astrid: I love you...
Chris nuzzles his nose in the back of Astrid's neck as he smiles.
Chris: I love you, too.