WrestleZone Weekend '13: Isabel Stone vs. Blade vs. Triple X (For Tournament Bye)

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Right before the unprecedented Pay-Per-View known as Kingdom Come, WZCW will be featuring a special fan access weekend where everybody who has purchased tickets can participate in an array of activities such as autograph signings, a WZCW '13 video game tournament and most importantly, a special bonus show where WZCW Superstars will be set to compete in a number of matches. Isabel Stone, Triple X, and Blade will be competing in a Supershow re-match where the winner will earn immunity through the first round of the Redemption World Heavyweight Championship Tournament, allowing them to get to the second round with ease.

Deadline is Thursday July 25, 2013 @ 11:59 P.M. (Central). No Extensions
 
"Why is my bed so uncomfortable? It feels like I’m lying on concrete..."

With an odd squelch, I open my eyes. But everything seems out of focus, like looking through glasses that aren’t mine. I close and open my eyes again. While most of it is still blurry, I catch a stop sign out the corner of my eye.

"I don’t have a stop sign in my house."

In the background, there’s what appears to be a big, brick warehouse.

"I don’t have one of those in my house, either…."

With a sickening jolt, everything snaps into focus. Ignoring the painful throbbing in my brain, I look around a little. I know this place. It’s around the corner from Forty Fifth Street… I don’t live anywhere near here…

"Wait, am I lying on the sidewalk?"

I press my hand against the ground beneath me.

"Yes. Yes, I am. Fan-fucking-tastic."

I pick my face up off the ground, feeling pieces of granite cling to my cheek. With a wince of pain, I pick them off and run my fingers along the sore dents that they leave. I slowly but steadily push myself up so I’m sitting against the wall of whatever building stands behind me. It’s slightly more comfortable than lying on the ground.

I pat down my pockets and sigh a sigh of relief as I feel the unmistakable outline of my cigarettes. Priorities, am I right? I pull them out, dropping them once or twice in the process, and place one between my dry, chapped lips. Pulling my lighter from my other pocket, I light the cigarette up and inhale deeply. It’s like toxic heaven.

With the sudden jolt of nicotine, the white noise in my ears gets quieter, the pain in my head gets duller and my thoughts become a bit clearer. I check my pockets again. My phone and wallet are there. As soon as I can stand again, I can go home. If only I can remember what happened last night.

As my hearing begins to focus, a beautiful melody floods my ears. I look for the source and there, just down the road from me, is a man. His hair is unkempt and greying, his hoodie is stained and worn, his jeans ripped. He holds a guitar in his hands; a dented and chipped guitar that looks like it cost ten bucks at a flea market. And, yet, from that beat-up guitar comes the most soothing and yet invigorating music. He sees me and smiles while playing.

Homeless guy: I didn’t think you were coming back!

I smile weakly at him. He doesn’t miss a beat on his guitar. Literally.

Suddenly, the most piercing noise drills into my eardrums. Before I can even figure out what it’s coming from, a beaten-up old Camero pulls up across from the busker. A man gets out of the car and looks around. Everything about him screams douchebag, with a shaved head under his tilted cap, and a hoodie from some third-rate college fraternity. He reaches into his car and grabs something.

Before I can even react, it’s all over.

There’s a gunshot. The sound of a man falling. The car driving away. And then a silence, as if none of it had just happened. But, I’m certain it did happen. There’s a body to prove it…

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Blade suddenly wakes up from the nightmare drenched in icy sweat. He sits up and checks his phone: 9AM. He wipes the moisture of his forehead and gets out of bed. He walks to the curtains and pulls them open. The brilliant Los Angeles sun blasts into the room, blinding him momentarily.

As his eyes adjust, he stares out at the hotel swimming pool, where several other wrestlers, including Saxton, Saboteur and Titus are hanging out and joking around. In the distance he sees Dodger Stadium, the stadium hosting Kingdom Come V.

Blade turns away from the window and opens the mini-bar, taking out his own personal bottle of whiskey. It’s mostly full and ice-cold after a night in the fridge. He puts it down beside his bed and walks towards the front door.

Opening the door, he looks out into the hall. It’s empty, except for a young man in a uniform that sports the hotel logo. Standing beside the elevator, minding his own business.

Blade: Hey!

The hotel employee looks over nervously.

Blade: Can you come over here for a minute?

Employee: I’m not supposed to talk to the wrestlers, sir, orders from my manager.

Blade: Well your manager isn't around, and I’m giving you permission to come and talk to me.

The employee look down the hall anxiously before quickly shuffling over to Blade.

Employee: What do you need, sir?

Blade: Just call me Blade. How old are you?

Employee: Twenty two.

Blade: Good. You’re my drinking buddy for today.

Employee: I can’t drink on the job…

Blade: If you don’t drink with me, I’ll make a complaint to your manager.

Blade walks back into his hotel room. The employee does a nervous, conflicted dance on the spot, before finally deciding to follow Blade into the room.

Inside, Blade takes out a large glass, filling it to near the top with his whiskey. As the employee enters, he notices Blade’s suitcase. It’s full of items from the hotel; towels, light bulbs, toilet paper.

Employee: What are you doing with all that?

Blade: I’m not stealing it for me. I’m gonna throw it out to random homeless people later.

Employee: As you do…

Blade: Yes, as I do.

Blade hands the glass to employee, who accepts it uncertainly, noticing just how full it is.

Blade: What’s your name?

Employee: Joe…

Blade nods and sits on the ground, his back against the window. Joe sits down on the ground opposite him, his back against the room’s desk.

Blade: Do you enjoy your life?

Joe: I guess. This job is kinda crappy, and my manager is always on my back. But I love this city. It’s where I was born and raised.

Blade: Y’know, last time I was in this city, I watched a man get killed. For months on end I tried to repress it. Seeing that had made me become a better person, that was my way of dealing with it I told myself. But I didn’t deal with it properly. It kept creeping into my thoughts and my dreams. And now that I’m back in L.A, I can’t push it out of my mind. Y’know when you see something or you read something that touches you, and you tell yourself you’re going to be a better person?

Joe: Uh, kinda, I guess…

Blade: Usually, when that happens, a person will be passionate about their new cause for a week, maybe two, and then they’ll get complacent and regress to the person they were before. When I decided to help those who couldn’t help themselves, I couldn’t become complacent because the reason I changed haunted me every day, everywhere I went. I can never change back because I can never escape why I changed in the first place.

Joe: Wow, that’s… Heavy.

Blade chuckles at Joe’s lack of subtlety before taking a swig. He looks at the bottle in his hand.

Blade: I shouldn’t be drinking. I’m still a little hungover from Wednesday…

Joe: What happened on Wednesday?

Blade: Grizzly Bob invited me over for dinner at his place to thank me for helping him out.

Joe: How was it?

Blade: It was cool, he’s a good guy. We ended up just getting drunk and talking about the business. Although, I got drunk pretty quickly cause I didn’t eat most of the dinner he made.

Joe: What did he make?

Blade: Cajun squirrel. I didn’t want to offend him, so I… uh, redistributed it to someone less fortunate.

Joe: What do you mean?

Blade: I fed it to his dog under the table.

The two of them burst out laughing. Blade takes a deep swig from his bottle as Joe takes a cautious sip from his glass.

Blade: As long as I’m sober by Saturday.

Joe: That’s when your match is on?

Blade: Yeah. I’ve only been back for a few weeks, so I couldn’t quite make it on to the main card. But I’ve got something big to fight for… But my problem is my opponents. I knew Stone and Triple X were good, they’ve proven as much. But since I’ve grown up, I forgot just how vicious these younger guys are, just how vicious I used to be. Just as I was closing in on the win, Stone hits me with a low blow. She would rather lose by disqualification than watch someone else win. Maybe it’s not the most honourable route, but you have to admire her--

Joe: Balls?

Blade: That’s not funny, I’m still sore.

Joe: Sorry…

Blade: Triple X, meanwhile, is in some kind of lull… And that scares me…

Joe: Like a calm before the storm.

Blade: Right. He can’t seem to get things right at the moment, which is strange, and he’s not getting pissed off about it as a result, which is even stranger. I’ve been the young, hungry wrestler and I’ve been the popular star who ran into difficult times in his career. And those are two types of people you don’t want to wrestle. They’re dangerous because they’re unpredictable.

Joe: So what’s your strategy?

Blade: Most wrestlers in my position would try to use their experience and technical ability. Outwrestle and outsmart my opponents, because that strategy would work against any younger wrestlers, regardless of how determined and hungry they are. But in reality, I’ve given up too much of who I used to be in becoming who I am today. The old me wanted to be the best at everything, not just intelligent, technical wrestling. The old me would give Izzy Stone a taste of her own, evil medicine. The old me wouldn’t have let this city haunt him like it’s haunting me.

Blade takes another quick swig and pulls himself to his feet before looking out the window.

Blade: I face two up-and-coming talents who are so driven to make a name for themselves, who fight every match with reckless abandon. But people seem to forget that a couple of years ago, I embodied that kind of spirit better than anyone. So, for this week at least, that’s who I’m going to be.

He turns back around, a puts the bottle down on his bedside table with a hard thud.

Blade: I will be that old me, that version of Blade who stopped at nothing to be the best. And I will win at WrestleZone Weekend and make the very most of my prize. Because… It’s destiny.

With a smirk, he takes out a cigarette and lights it up. Joe looks worried, aware that Blade technically isn’t allowed smoke in this room, but he remains silent.

Blade: Joe, thank you for drinking with me, I appreciate it.

Joe: Uh, yeah, my pleasure.

Joe gets out of his seat and shares a firm handshake with Blade. Blade opens the hotel room door and Joe leaves. Suddenly, his manager comes striding down the hall.

Manager: Joe! Where the hell have you been!

Joe: I was just…

Blade: He was sharing a drink with me.

Manager: You’re not supposed to bother the wrestlers, let alone be drinking on the job!

Blade: You should leave Joe alone. And I don’t just mean right now, I mean as long as he’s working here. You see, all I have to do is place one call and every WZCW wrestler leaves this hotel and we stay at a different one instead. And I would make it very clear to your superiors that it was your fault. Do you understand?

Both the manager and Joe are stunned, as Blade exhales some smoke, maintaining his strong calmness.

Manager: Yes, I… I understand.

Blade: Good. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going down to the swimming pool.

Without another word, the manager turns tail and leaves. Once he’s out of earshot, Joe raises his arms in the air!

Joe: Yes! HELL YEAH! Thank you, so much!

Blade: No problem.

Blade closes his hotel room door and they begin to walk towards the elevator. Blade pushes the button to call the lift. Moments later, the elevator doors open before him and, after one more handshake, Blade walks into the elevator and hits the button for the ground floor. Before the doors close, a sudden realisation hits Joe.

Joe: Wait, do you really have the power to make your company switch hotels?

Blade smirks as the elevator doors begin to close.

Blade: No, but he doesn’t need to know that.

The doors close, leaving Joe laughing to himself.
 
Chapter 10: Redo​

I kick over a chair in the living room and kick it around the room, pissed beyond comnprehension. Instead of looking forward to a new match for this week, I have to face the same two fools as I did at Supershow! Justin walks in and wraps his arms around me tightly. I thrash and try to et free but he holds onto me tightly.


It's not fair! I already faced Triple X and Blade! There is no reason I should be facing them again! They're idiots!!

The fans seemed-

I don't CARE what the fans like or want! I never have, they don't write the paycheck! Myles is an idiot who doesn't know what he's doing! He should've put me in a title match months ago, but have I had one? No! I'm still stuck on the damn AfterShock roster, trying to pick and claw my way out! How the hell is it my fault that my neck was nearly broken by some wart-ass little fool who destroys everything he touches, the DAY I made it onto Meltdown. I mean, seriously, who the hell puts a recently injured fighter back down in the peewees when they come back? It's just not fair!!

Justin sighs and lets me go on my tirade for another five minutes before turning me around and giving me a shake.

Isabel! Life isn't fair!

I stop talking and look at him.

It's not fair that you have to d the same match again, I get it. But you know what's also not fair? The fact that you never go out and fight for yourself. It's not fair to you. You are basically screwing yourself by saying all of this promo stuff to me and Sam. Go get a camera and submit your own promo. The other big dogs do it and that's why they're big dogs. They didn't wait for someone to give them directions, they went out and took the oppertunity. So go take it.

I study my boyfriend for a moment. And then I kiss him softly.

You should've said that earlier.

I pull out of his arms and go to find a video camera.

~PROMO~

A recording of the match at SuperShow II plays as I sit against the punching bag, Sam standing by with the camera. I swear, that girl could be a pro. The recording finishes with Chuck Myles telling the crowd that the same exact match will happen and the winner will move on to the first round of the Tournement. As the crowd cheering fills the room I turn off the recording.


Myles has said that once again, I must face Triple X and Blade in a triple threat match, oh how delightful. Let's get a summary of who I'm facing.

Triple X is a so-called Straight Edge headcase who of course is haunted by his past. Pretty sure th guy doesn't even stick full on Straight Edge, probably slips a nip of whiskey before matches. He's an obviously weak and pathetic competitor who I would have no problem beating. Mostly because the guy already looks like a gang beats him on a daily basis. He probably pays them to do that so he can look "tough." *eye roll* The guy is a kiss-ass for the fans and does whatever they want him to do. Granted, every now and then he does his own thing but we all know who runs his show in the end.

Blade is a more seasoned veteran than X, and from what I remember, used to be hailed as "The Prodigal Son." The fact that he used the title of a famous Bible story shows you exactly how much of an air head he is. In fact, everything about him offends me. As everyone remembers, this is the guy who got a nut check via my foot. And I didn't regret a damn minuteof it. In fact, I'd do it all over again. He may not be a kiss-ass like X, but he is one of the most annoying guys on the roster. The Irish fool probably thinks I'm an easy catch. In fact, X probably thinks the same.


I stand up and Sam moves the camera so it never leaves my face. On the punching bag is something from some of my first promos. The punching bag has two drawn aces on it. One has "Triple X" in the middle, the other has "Blade." I let myself study the punching bag before giving it a good whack that hits both "faces." As the bag swings I turn to the camera.

The fact is, I'm not an easy catch. There's nothing easy about me. Everything is a near impossible challenge that people have to deal with on a daily basis if they want to urvive. I'm not afraid of anything that can be thrown at me, and I never back down from a challenge. So Blade, Triple X, just because we've been in this match before doesn't mean that you two are ready to take me on. On the contrary. I am about to bring a whole new level of pain to you both.

Sam ends the tape and we both go to the computer to edit it. After fixing the sound and the lighting, the promo looks as threatening as we want it to be. After the disc pops out I write "Isabel Stone Promo" on the top and slip it into a sleeve. Then I pull out my phone and call the most annoying female on earth.

Isabel?

Why doesn't it shock me that you have me on Caller ID.

You're not the only one, I do it with every supersta-

I want you to swing by my place and pick up a disc that I want you to send to Myles, X and Blade. I want you to make sure that those three know I'm not screwing around now, nor have I ever have been screwing around. It'll be taped to the door, take it and then leave. I know you have my adress, get the directions yourself.

I hang up then take the sleeve and go outside where I tape it to the front door for her to see. I'd tape it out back, but she'll get confused and want to come in and I don't want her gross scent filling up my place. When I come back in, Sam grins.

Looks like it's training time.

I smirk a bit.

Time to train.
 
The door slowly creaks open, as Faith enters the apartment. Taken aback slightly by the door being open, she walks through the hallway.

‘Xander?’

No response. She walks through to the kitchen, where she is greeted by a startling surprise. It’s empty.

She goes into the bedroom. Same thing. And the bathroom. And every other room. Every item that would identify Triple X as the tenant of this apartment had disappeared off of the face of the earth. Confused, she walks towards the door, where she notices a black sports bag resting against the wall. X’s gear bag. Still confused, she closes the door behind her and heads up to the roof of the apartment block. She is momentarily blinded by a beam of sunshine as she opens the door, and peppered with a light breeze as she walks out. She looks around, and finally sees the man she is looking for. Near the edge, there stands Triple X, in his long, black leather coat flowing behind him, staring out over the city of Phoenix.

‘Xander…’

He says nothing. His head lowers slightly, but still no response. Faith moves closer to him, and closer, till she is by his side. His face is blank, almost emotionless. He raises his head back up and stares back out.

‘So…what’s with the empty apartment?’

‘Fresh start.’

He continues looking out whilst speaking. The tone of his voice is surprisingly calm, yet even Faith can tell the large underlayer of disappointment that pins the words together.

‘Xander, I know you’re disappointed with things recently, but you can’t just-‘

‘-Faith, please. I know what I’m doing.’

The tone and the expression still haven’t changed, but finally X breaks his gaze with the city, and looks at her. The emotionless expression is cracking slightly, and the frustrated look has returned to his face. The same one that has plagued him over the past month of his WZCW career and, indeed, his personal life.

‘I’m not naïve enough to think I’m buying a quick fix here. Leaving Phoenix isn’t going to solve anything, but somethings gotta give. Something has to change. I found myself when I left Phoenix all those years ago; maybe that’s what I need to do now.’

‘…so, you were just going to up and leave? Without telling anyone?’

‘I didn’t want to-‘

‘To what? Talk you out of it? X, what about your mother, what about Frank? You’re just gonna up and leave them, not tell them where you are?’

‘I’m not disappearing off of the face of the planet, Faith.’

‘Oh, you mean like how you didn’t when you went to Japan?’

‘That was different-‘

‘Bullshit. It was exactly the same. Things weren’t going your way, so you chickened out. You ran away, and came back when you felt like it.’

X stares at her for a moment, before looking back over the city landscape, before looking back down to his feet.

‘Last year I was defending a championship at the biggest show of the year. This year, I’m not even on the main card. What does that tell you?’

‘Xander…’

‘…It tells me that I need to do something. Something big. Something drastic. Last year, I faced Blade in a one-on-one match and beat him when he was at his most devious. Yet at the Supershow, I wasn’t even involved in the decision. I’m facing a guy I’ve already beat and some rookie girl who hasn’t won a damn thing, and somehow I’m irrelevant in the decision??? Me, the former Eurasian and Elite X Champion, irrelevant?’

‘ Don’t…don’t do that to yourself. Blade is a veteran, and Stone might be young but she’s talented-‘

‘She’s a worthless brat who hasn’t proven anything.’

Faith grabs X’s arm and pulls him around, an almost horrified expression on her face.

‘So because she hasn’t won anything she’s not a good competitor? You of all people know that what you’ve won isn’t always the way to judge how good you are-‘

‘Well maybe it should be.’

Silence. Even the city below seems to stop for a moment. Faith looks into X’s eyes, full of a new kind of fire. Something she hasn’t seen before. And something she certainly doesn’t like.

‘This is what happens when you don’t get your way, huh? You go bitter and twisted, throw a tantrum, get pissed off, right?’

‘Faith, I should be challenging for the World Heavyweight Championship! Instead I’m with the curtain jerkers and I’m not even on the main show. And no disrespect to them, they’re good in their own way. But they’re not me. This has nothing to do with me being pissed off, and it has everything to do with me deserving more than this! I've gone from a number one contenders match to having to qualify for a chance at the title. Me. Triple X. The next big thing in WZCW. Since when do I have to qualify? You know, it's taken me a while to realize it, but I'm good, Faith. I'm better than good; I have the potential to be one of the best. And yet here I am, fighting in a tournament to prove myself yet again; as if the Eurasian title and the Elite X title didn't do that already! I've beaten men like Steven Holmes, Constantine, Drake Callahan, and many more, and I have to fucking prove myself??? So yes Faith, this is what happens, but not when I don't get my own way. This is what happens when I don't get what I've earned. What I deserve.'

Faith lets go of his arm and backs away slightly.

‘You wanna go down this path. Fine. Go down it, but just be aware you’ll be doing it alone.’

She turns to leave, and mutters under her breath;

‘She’d be ashamed.’

In an instant, Faith feels her hair nearly being ripped out of her skull as X pulls her back around, throwing his face into hers so they are nose-to-nose.

‘DON’T YOU DARE!!!‘

A few moments go past as he holds her there, before the angered expression on his face vanishes. He lets go, and Faith stumbles backwards, dropping to the floor. She stares at him, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

‘That…I didn’t…Faith, I…’

Faith picks herself up off of the floor, holding back the emotion that aches to break free. She stares into his eyes, and turns away, walking quickly back to the door. X hears one, clear audible sob just as the door slams shut.

X turns back to the city skyline, and drops down, kneeling on the edge of the building. He reaches for his necklace and rips it from around his neck. He stares at it intently for a few moments, before throwing it out over the edge. He remains there for a few moments, thinking over the severity of the events that have just transpired, before picking himself up and walking back to the door. He stops by his apartment and picks up the kit bag, before heading back to the street and into his car. He gets behind the wheel and takes a few deep breaths to calm himself. The events that have just transpired replay over and over inside his mind, before finally they build into a violent, primal scream from X’s mouth. He smacks the wheel, inadvertently blasting the cars horn. He calms down after a few minutes, turns the engine on, and pulls away from the curb. Driving along, his thoughts fall fully on Kingdom Come, if for nothing else to distract him. The matches that are on it, and the fact that his match falls on the Wrestlezone Weekend. The preshow. The warm up act. For Triple X is no longer the promising main eventer, but just another also-ran.

One way or another, he wont be that for much longer.
 
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