Unscripted: Wasabi Toyota vs. Barbosa - King For A Day Contract

[Phoenix]

King For A Day Contract Match
Wasabi Toyota vs. Barbosa

Stipulation Choices to be decided by the WZCW Network:
Ladder Match, TLC Match (Pinfall Only), Reverse Ladder Match

Last month, we saw Big Dave lose the King For A Day Contract, only it never went to a specific individual as both Barbosa and Wasabi Toyota pinned him. After some long disputes, it has finally been decided that these two will face off to decide the undisputed owner of the contract. As by the rules of Unscripted, the fans will decide on the match type they will face off in, each of which involves a ladder. They will either face off in a Ladder Match, a TLC Match with pin only rules or a Reverse Ladder Match. With the stakes so high, who is going to finally be able to call themselves the new King For A Day?

Deadline is Tuesday 18th October 23:59 EST​

 

[Барбоса]

*The familiar poker room scene is shown. The Smoker and Depressive are standing at a whiteboard erected beside the poker table. The latter is writing something on the board while the former is gesturing at the large number of notes already there. The Catatonic is lying in the far corner of the room asleep. The Manic is not present.*

The Smoker: It would seem that we have gathered enough information for our last performance in front of the camera before Unscripted.

Depressive: Yes, there is more than enough here to satisfy the need of WZCW management for shameless self-promotion and building up of animosity through denigration of our opponent.

The Smoker: We would have thought that we have done more than enough of that already…

Depressive: The WZCW Universe has a very short memory it seems. They have to be constantly manipulated at every given juncture and reminded of our superiority at every possible opportunity.

The Smoker: It would seem that our plan for getting the ladder involved in the voting process was successful.

Depressive: Yes, but not 100% so. The presence of the Tables, Ladders and Chairs match that can only end in a pinfall on the ballot is not completely in our favour.

The Smoker: And as that is the choice we would least want them to make, that is the choice they are more likely to make… We do not like leaving things in the hands of the WZCW Universe. They make bad decisions. As we have said before, look at the ridiculous entrance music that that moron allowed them to vote on… Maybe some more subliminal stimuli is in order?

*The Depressive does not reply immediately and when he does, he does not answer the question, although this goes unnoticed by the Smoker.*

Depressive: We are certain that we have all of the information we need to get our message across.

The Smoker: Right, it is time for our pro...

*The door of the poker room opens to admit the Manic. The Smoker audibly sighs, obviously having hoped to get this meeting done without their counterpart.*

The Smoker: Why are you here?

Manic: We thought there was a meeting and we have a question…

The Smoker: Not again… Has it anything to do with our promo or our upcoming match at Unscripted?

Manic: Sort of…

*The Smoker rolls his eyes.*

The Smoker: Go on then…

Manic: Why did we not take revenge on Baez for costing us victory against Titus last week?

The Smoker: We would have made sure that Baez remembered what we did to him at Kingdom Come but we have more important fish to fry: that blundering blunderbuss, Wasabi Toyota and we could not take the chance of getting distracted from that.

*The Smoker looks to the Depressive for confirmation and receives it in a nod. However, while the explanation has been coming, Manic has been scanning the board of information before frantically sticking his hand up.*

Manic: Oh…oh… oh! We have information about sumo wrestlers that does not appear on that board.

*The Smoker and the Depressive exchange looks of vexation but do not prevent their counterpart from continuing.*

Manic: Did you know that sumo wrestlers can retract their… their… ah…

The Smoker: Their what?

Manic: Their… ah… gonads?

The Smoker: Ahahaha! That explains a lot about Toyota. He is a modern day eunuch! By choice! Good work!

*The Smoker goes as far as to clap the Manic on the back in congratulations.*

Depressive: That is an urban legend spread through the medium of film. Besides it helps us none in the upcoming match.

*The Smoker’s joviality quickly disappears and a veil of suspicion falls over the conversation.*

The Smoker: Where did we find that little titbit of information?

Manic: In a documentary about sumo wrestling.

The Smoker: What documentary?

Manic: We do not know the title.

Depressive: We do. It is from a James Blonde film called He Only Lives Twice.

Manic: Yeah, it was really good!

The Smoker: What other “documentaries” did we watch when we were supposed to be resting?

Manic: There was that film with Michael Myers.

The Smoker: Well, at least that has some violence in it…

Depressive: It is not that Michael Myers…

The Smoker: Then who…

*Realisation washes over the Smoker.*

The Smoker: That stupid Astin Flowers film?!?

*The Depressive nods in the affirmative.*

The Smoker: So rather than getting our rest we were watching some 40+ year old film that seems to have no basis in fact and another in which the sumo wrestler is a Canadian actor dressed in a fat suit?

*The Depressive cowers in fear as the Smoker looms over him and looks ready to unleash the dragon on him.*

Depressive: We do not have time for this kind of arguing. We have a job to do.

*The Smoker lingers in the rage before stepping back from Manic.*

The Smoker: So we have gained no more useful information on Wasabi or October 23rd from 4 hours “research”? Great, just great.

Manic: Well, we did find out something about that date.

*The Smoker sighs heavily in exasperation.*

The Smoker: Forgive us if we are being presumptuous but do we detect another ridiculous statement honing into view?

Manic: October 23rd is the anniversary of the first appearance of the Blue Murfs in 1958.

The Smoker: Yip, another world beater.

*The Smoker storms away from the table and out the door, although before he leaves, he looks back to the Depressive.*

The Smoker: Come on. We have work to do. A final warning to give to Wasabi about what facing us will mean.

*The Depressive nods in agreement again but after the Smoker leaves the room, the look on the face of the Depressive seems to betray that perhaps giving a warning to Wasabi is not the whole truth.*

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*Barbosa sits alone in a dark empty room. He is leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and wringing his hands. There is a television sitting beside him. It is a long handful of seconds before Barbosa begins to speak.*

Барбоса: We had planned to use this time in front of the camera to boast about our inevitable and long overdue crowning as King For A Day and how Unscripted was just another stepping stone in our quest to become World Heavyweight Champion.

To bedeck this declaration with garlands, bells and whistles, we tabulated a great deal of information regarding important events that took place on the same date as Unscripted - 23rd October - and were going to use it in a series of tenuous comparisons, over-the-top metaphors and idiomatic expressions.

Such as how the battle of Phillipi in 42BCE is rather reminiscent of our situation with its background of betrayal, avenging a fallen friend and its long term consequence of replacing a perpetual dictator with an emperor - the king is dead, long live the king.

How October 23rd has been a day for great leaps forward for the world and that our ascension to the throne would be of the magnitude of Banana's announcing of the EyePod a decade ago.

How the inevitable beginning of our reign as king will share a birthday with greats such as Johnny Carson, Pele and Weird Al Yankovic.

We even going to muse about how the termination of Wasabi Toyota at Unscripted would coincide with the passing of other greats such as the bearded run-getter W G Grace, the two-faced Jol Alson and most deliciously and ironically the great Grand Champion Asashio Taio III and the mammoth Yokozuna.

There are many other important events to have happened on October 23rd such Abraham Lincoln suspending habeas corpus in 1861 and the establishment of the Canadian Senate six years later but we are not going to talk about any of them at all…

*A look of shock briefly pases over Barbosa's face; shock seemingly at his own pronouncement.*

Depressive: Instead, Wasabi Toyota, we are not going to hide behind such… *cough cough*

*Something is clearly wrong with Barbosa as he appears overly agigtated and is is having to fight to utter every word, like he is fighting against himself. He stands up and moves away from the camera. He can be heard muttering to himself but the words are imconprehensible. Suddenly, Barbosa raises a hand and slaps himself hard across the face. That does not seem to help; if anything it makes things worse as Barbosa remonstrates with himself, his shouting growing louder and audible to the camera.*

The Smoker: What are we doing? This was not the plan!

Depressive: This was always our plan. Not all of us comprehended it!

The Smoker: We will not let us do this!

Depressive: We have no choice. This is the plan.

The Smoker: What are we going to do about it?

Depressive: We will force it through.

The Smoker: Oh yeah? And how will we do that?

Depressive: Like this.

*Without warning, Barbosa wraps his arm around the back of his own head and in one fluid motion drives himself face-first into the concrete below. He lies there motionless with his arm still wrapped around his head for a few seconds before crying out in pain and anguish.*

Manic: OWWW! Why did we do that? It really hurt!

*A moment later Barbosa pulls himself back to his feet with his own hair before unbelieveably completing a Duplicity with a second DDT onto the concrete. Again he lies there for a few moments before picking himself up and moving gingerly back to to the seated position in which he began the interview. As he looks into the lens, the damage of the self-administered Duplicity is clear for all to see as his forehead is split open like a ripe watermelon and blood seeps down across his face. However, Barbosa seems to not realise this and continues speaking as if nothing had happened..*

Барбоса: As we were saying, Wasabi Toyota, we are not going to hide behind such fact-based metaphors and flowery language. Instead, we are going to furnish you and the WZCW universe with the truth.

Recently, you said that “even with rehabilitation it will take centuries before he can ever be considered something close to a functional human being with an actual soul.” We say that you are incorrect. We say that has only taken the input of two seemingly different but ultimately analogous events.

In the course of our research we came across an event from the history of October 23rd that mirrors the current situation in WZCW and highlighted to us the real importance of Unscripted and the King For A Day.

October 23rd, 1942 - the desert sands of North Africa where allies old and new came together to inflict the first major defeat on the forces of tyranny at El-Alamein.

And what has this to do with WZCW? Let us show you the parallel moment.

*Barbosa gestures towards the television which now shows action from Ascension 38.*

Spoiler

Ty: [color=”red”]Do you feel that pain? Do you feel the rush of adrenaline, the hopelessness as you can do nothing about it? Do you?! This is just the beginning, just a taste of the pain you will feel as I mercilessly dissect the both of you in here. At Unscripted, the fall of Big Dave and Steven Kurtesy will sung by the choirs of hell, and they will celebrate the reign of the King of Darkness![/color]

*Ty grabs the chair from King and lifts it up, smashing it right across the head of Kurtesy and once more across Dave's head. Blood begins pouring out of both as Ty holds the chair up high as the boos cascade down as Ascension goes off the air with one final shot of Ty, King, and K.O. standing in front of Kurtesy and Dave.*

Барбоса: Do you see it, Wasabi?

Chaos Reigns.

We are both in a position to claim a valuable weapon in the inevitable struggle against the Chaos in the King For A Day contract but whichever of us claims that crown will automatically become a target for and outnumbered by the Agents of Chaos.

To be able to stand up to such a TYrant, we need help. We both need help.

We understand that we have hardly been the most likeable member of the WZCW roster nor are we seemingly the most trustworthy but we have proven ourselves time and again to be a very valuable partner in the ring. And we know that you yourself Wasabi have an excellent reputation as a tag team specialist.

While us invoking the personal Pride of Toyota would seem more than a little manipulative, who is truly the biggest threat to the peace of WZCW? Our unruly side or the Chaos that the World Heavyweight Champion and his young disciples would bring if left unchallenged?

As for Unscripted, it is now our sincere belief that it does not matter which of us is crowned but whomever wins must do so decisively with no doubt as to who the winner is. Therefore, despite our offer of mutual aid, we shall not step aside for you to claim victory nor do we expect you to do anything less than give everything. It should not be any other way. For us to bring order to the awakening chaos, there must be no doubt as to who the true King is.

But once the coronation is over and the first regnal year has begun, you will have a decision to make, my oriental Goliath.

Will you go it alone against the forces of dark injustice or will you accept the aid offered?

To paraphrase a great man from the past,

"Unscripted will not the end. It will not even be the beginning of the end, but it could be the end of the beginning," after which “we will never taste defeat."​

Unscripted can be our El-Alamein, Wasabi - the day we begin the overthrow of Tyrant Burna and his Agents of Chaos.

 

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Sal’s Pizza is a buzz with the smell of delicious Italian food and sweaty, hairy customers in the air. Sal and Rocco are seen running around the kitchen, working their cute little tails off in order to give the desperate diners what they want.

SAL: Yo, Roc, where’s Wasabi at?

ROCCO: I dunno, haven’t seen that boy in a coon’s age.

Just then, as the middle aged grease balls are flipping pizza dough in the air, Toyota comes bounding into the kitchen. Sal and Rocco are shocked by what they see, causing the dough to fall directly on their faces. They wipe the dough away from their eyes to be sure they're eyes haven't deceived them. Wasabi is looking dapper as ever, wearing a classy business suit, shiny dress shoes, and one of the fanciest watches this side of the Mississippi. His hair is also trimmed into a handsome, practical style and his face even shows a few traces of masculine makeup. Eventually, the big man breaks the awkward silence.

TOYOTA: Umm, hey guys.

SAL: The hell are you doing, boy?

TOYOTA: I got a, uhh, very important meeting to go to. Do I look ok?

Toyota fidgets around nervously, obviously worried about what lies ahead of him.

ROCCO: Ya, you look fine Sab, but what you been up to lately? And what’s the get up about?

TOYOTA: I’ve been focusing, Roc. Studying hard. Going hard in the paint. Getting my grind on. You know the usual stuff.

ROCCO: Umm..sure. Anyway, who you meeting anyway?

TOYOTA: Uhhh, let’s just say it’s an old friend.

ROCCO: What’s that supposed to mean?

TOYOTA: Listen, I’m late. I gotta go.

Toyota hurriedly moves towards the exit, trying to avoid any further questions, as well as scuffs on his beautiful dress shoes.

ROCCO: Wait a minute Sab, you better not be going to see him. He’s scum, a dirty …

Toyota is out the door before Rocco can finish his sentence. As he walks down the sidewalk on a beautiful autumn day in Chicago his mind gets to thinking. Is this the right thing to do? Of course it is, nothing could feel more right. In fact, he hasn’t been more excited for something in months. This is going to set everything straight.

After a few more moments of walking with hopeful thoughts running through his head, Toyota finally stops in front of a quaint little restaurant, Penny’s Diner. He steps inside and grabs a seat in a booth near the window, twiddling his thumbs and waiting impatiently. A few moments later, a sturdy man with bleach blonde hair and casual attire walks through the door. He spots Toyota and acknowledges him with a slight nod of the head. The big man is not nearly as casual, jumping up from his seat and running over the embrace his long lost bud.

TOYOTA: Oh Hunt, how I’ve missed you so! I’m sorry we ever grew apart, I’ve just missed my best friend so much. Come on, we have so much to talk about.

Toyota grabs Kravinoff by the hand and leads him towards the both. Hunter doesn’t seem nearly as enthusiastic.

So buddy, how you been? Tell me all about your life!

KRAVINOFF: Err, it’s been alright, I guess. Got some projects going on. Listen, why’d you want to meet me here so bad anyway, guy? And after all this time?

Toyota sighs, realizing the situation is about to get hot and heavy, not the carefree reunion he was hoping for.

TOYOTA: I’ve just been doing a lot of thinking about everything. About my life, my philosophies…about you.

Toyota gives Hunter an uncomfortable, friendly stare.

Basically my whole thought on life has been that everyone has some good inside them and it’s my job to bring that out of them, mostly through brutally beating them. When you left Hunt, it hurt. When you came back and acted the way you did, it hurt even more. I gave up on you, I gave up on us.

Toyota begins sniffling a bit and Kravinoff can do nothing but look on with a pained look on his face, unhappy where the conversation is going, yet unable to stop it.

I realized I never gave you a chance after you came back. We never even talked, man. That’s why I wanted to see you today, to just talk to you. I’m here to save you Hunt. And to talk about my little problem as well.

KRAVINOFF: And what may that be?

TOYOTA: Are you joking? Haven’t you see what’s happened the last few weeks?

KRAVINOFF: Nope, can’t say I have. You see, I haven’t really watched much of the ‘Z since I’ve left. Wrestling doesn’t really interest me much anymore.

Toyota seems somewhat surprised that the wildman has lost his passion for destruction and carnage he once lived for.

TOYOTA: Ok, well I actually wanted to talk to you about Barbosa. You see, we got a big match coming up. It’s for the King For a Day contract. It’s a turning point for this company, either I win and get to spread my views of peace, kindness, and rehabilitation throughout the world or Barbosa wins and maniacal chaos will rule the company.

Over the last few weeks he’s just been brutal. Playing mind games, attacking me with ladders, even giving me a pretty bad boo-boo on my leg. I’ve been doing my best to fight back and suppress his dastardly ways, but it’s been tough. Considering you two were close for a long time, I could use your help on the matter. What's the key to taking him down?

Kravinoff seems a bit disinterested with the subject and struggles to come up with a response for the eager wrassler.

KRAVINOFF: Uh, well I know he didn’t really care for bananas. So maybe you could, like, bring some bananas to the ring. That should do the trick.

Toyota is quite disappointed at what he is hearing, obviously having hoped for much more out of the meeting than what he’s getting.

TOYOTA: Well the match is going to either be ladder, reverse ladder, or TLC. Which one do you think I should get the fans to push for? Where does his weakness lie?

KRAVINOFF: Well, he’s smaller than you so I guess you won’t want to pick a match where you have to climb, or something.


TOYOTA: What’s happened to you, Hunt? Where’ the fire, where’ the passion? I just wanted to meet with you and for everything to go back to normal. Why can’t that happen? What do you need from me? I just wanna help, I just want you to be ok.

Kravinoff sense the passion and anguish in Toyota’s voice. It appears he may be feeling it too. He clears his throat before speaking up.

KRAVINOFF: Listen, there's something I actually wanted to talk to you about. I got a hook up with White Mike from down the way. He’s willing to stake me to a package. If I go a little down from you we could really run with it. This could be something special. So, you in?

TOYOTA: Package? Package of what?

KRAVINOFF: Dope, Sab. Listen, the drug game is a wonderful place. I’m richer and higher than I ever was in wrestling. You don’t need that crap. The drugs are where the money is. Whaddya say, bud?

Toyota is dead silent for a few moments. He gives Kravinoff a cold, hard stare for a while, thinking about what he said. Finally, the words come
from his lips, barely audible.

TOYOTA: Get out.

KRAVINOFF: What?

TOYOTA: Get out!

KRAVINOFF: Listen Sab, just think it over for a night. This could be really good for both of us.

TOYOTA: GET OUT OF HERE, YOU SCOUNDREL!!!!!

Toyota gets up out of his seat and right into a stunned Kravinoff’s face. Hunter quickly exits the building, fleeing from the angry wildebeest in front of him. The entire restaurant looks on in shock at the raging Asian. Toyota beings to lose control, flipping over anything and everything around him. By the end of his tirade, Penny’s looks as if it has just went through a hurricane and Toyota is left sitting in a corner and sobbing.

In between the moans and the tears he comes to the realization the one he once held most dear to his heart really was a no good bastard. The world really is a dark, deceitful place and people can’t be changed. As his breathing slows a bit and the tears begin to stop, only one thought remains in his mine; Barbosa and all the evil that inhibits him lying lifeless, bloody, and incapacitated in the center of the ring.

Toyota smiles.