WZCW Sprint For The Spot: Battle Royal

[Monkey_Mania]

WZCW Sprint For The Spot
Battle Royal

Last week we bore witness to some epic matches as Manzo, Everest and Vengeance all advanced in the Championship Chase Tournament. However, with the no-show of both Ricky and Big Will, a spot has opened up, giving everyone in the WZCW locker room a unique chance to go for broke and capture the most prestigeous title in our glorious organisation. Everyone who is willing to sign their name on the dotted line can enter the Sprint for the Spot Battle Royal, the winner of which will take the remaining spot at Redemption! The rules are simple: All men start in the ring, and eliminations occur when you are thrown over the top rope and BOTH feet hit the floor. Last man standing wins the match and goes on to Redemption!

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Keep all RPs in this thread. There is a ONE Roleplay limit on this match. RPs will be due Friday November 7th at 11:59 pm EDT. Anyone not already qualified can participate.

KEEP ALL RP'S IN HERE.

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[Bozzaholic]

*The scene opens within the backstage area of WZCW Random men in uniforms and backward baseball caps are shifting various crates from one place to another. Down the hallway voices can be heard, one with a thick Russian Accent and the other a slimy southern US accent – the sort you only hear from Car dealers and men on commercials, Its obvious that walking down the halls are Carmen and his manager Swindle McKenzie*

Carmen: What is surprise?

Swindle: It’s the quickest way to the top kid! A real opportunity just throwing itself at us

*Carmen sighs to himself as the two continue walking. Suddenly the two men stop*

Swindle: And here it is?

*The two men read the poster on the wall. Swindle grin’s as he sees Carmen taking in the rules and the type of match it is*

Carmen: But I not have contract yet?

Swindle: So – Chuck said all you have to do is perform at the house show, right?

Carmen: Yes

Swindle: Exactly and even if that fails there is also this fantastic line on the poster here

*Swindle puts on a mock voice which sounds like a monatomic newsreaders voice – not the mainstream CNN kind of newsreader but the graveyard slot indie radio newsreader trying to make it big*

Swindle: “Everyone who is willing to sign their name on the dotted line can enter the Sprint for the Spot Battle Royal”


Carmen: So I don’t need contract

Swindle: Exactly

*Swindle grins menacingly thinking that Carmen could cheat to his hearts content without fear of suspension or any behind the scene’s disciplinary action – Suddenly his malicious thoughts are disturbed with the sound of probably THE most obnoxious WZCW employee there is - Johnny Klamor*


Johnny Klamor: HEEYYYY!!! Johnny Klamor here once again bringing you the viewer the biggest scoops from WZCW for WZCW.com… here with me is former WZWF, WMUW, SCWA & WNKA Manager Swindle McKenzie with… who the hell are you?

*Johnny throw’s the mic in Carmen’s face, Carmen opens his mouth the speak but before a sound is utters Swindle reaches over and pulls the mic away and begins to speak in to it*

Swindle: This is the first man to put his money where his mouth is – That’s who this is

Johnny: Yes but what’s his name?

*Carmen takes a step back behind Swindle to let him talk. Carmen figures that Swindle has enough talk for both men – This will be the way things will go from this point in*

Swindle: What’s his name? WHAT’S HIS NAME? This man is why most of Russia do not sleep at night, this man is the reason most of the WZCW will be watching their backs – This man is Carmen Bratchny

Johnny: Crazy Surname dude. But what makes Carmen any different to the dozens of other guys walking around here trying to be dark and mysterious?

Swindle: Carmen is not trying to be “Dark and Mysterious” – Carmen is who he is, a man who is turning something that he used to do illegally in to something far worse

Johnny: And what’s that Swindle?

Swindle: Something that he can do legally and get paid for it

*Swindle and Carmen go to leave but are quickly stopped in their tracks as Johnny wraps up the interview*

Johnny: Well WCZW.com fans you heard it here first – The first man to sign up to the WZCW battle Royale is Swindle McKenzie’s next big thing – Carmen Bratchny! Will he last? I doubt it bu…

*The mic is snatched out of Johnny’s hand for the second time, once again by Swindle who is obviously irritated*

Swindle: WZCW.Com? Will he last? Just another big man? Carmen Bratchny is not a riddle with no answer, Carmen Bratchny is not messing around grave yards holding candles, Carmen Bratchny is not a sunglass wearing Hollywood bit-parter – While you kids in the WZCW were holding college scholarships Carmen was collecting protection money, While you WZCW kid’s were showing off your crib’s on MTV Carmen Bratchny was watching prison guards raid his cell because he was Russian, Carmen hasn’t been there and he hasn’t done that but I promise you Johnny Klamour, I promise you WZCW.Com fans, I promise you WZCW staff – Carmen Bratchny is here to win titles and good or bad or even worse then that Carmen Bratchny will have you wishing you weren’t born

*The Scene fades with both men walking off while Johnny Klamour is left speechless*​

 

[oneandonly]

The cameras go to Kyle Christiansens locker room where he is lifting weights. As he notcies the camera he puts the weights down.​

Kyle: I was expecting you guys to be here soon. But where is Leon?

As soon as he was finished uttering those words Leon himself walked in the door with a microphone in hand.​

Leon: Mr.Christiansen, have you heard about the Sprint for the Spot Battle Royal?

Kyle: Yes Leon I have, I am signing up right after we are finished with this interview.

Leon: Well then lets get on it. Last week you were very sure, some might say over confidentely sure, that you would win your debut match. But as we all know that was not the case, as Mike Ryder won. Any thoughts on that?

As Leon remided him of that horrifying thought, the thought of defeat, Kyle punched the wall out of rage.​

Kyle: Yes Leon, I do have some thoughts on that match last week. (he is speaking in an angry tone as Leon cringes up, afraid that Kyle might strike him out of blinde rage) You see, I thank Mike Ryder. I thought that this would be easy, that I would simply waltz my way to the top rung of the WZCW ladder. But I found out that in order to be the best, you have to work for it. You see Leon last week was the beginning and this battle royal, well it is the end. And the end justifies the means. And Mike Ryder, I hope you sign up for the battle royal. Because if you do, I will teach you what a phyric victory is. But once again, thank you Mike, for waking me up.

Leon: Well, um Kyle, as you know, Mike Ryder is likely not to be your only opponent in this match. There will be many other WZCW competitors who will be more than willing to throw you over the top rope. So do you have a certain stradegy entering this type of match? I mean you do have a stradegy right? This is only your second match.

Kyle: I know that there will be other people in this match Leon. And I know that most of them are vastly more experianced than me. But none of them have the athletic ability of me. And that Leon is my stradegy. I plan on using my athletic ability to my fullest to try and pull out a victory in this match. And if I get to destroy Mike Ryder in the process, then that is an added bonus.

Leon: Well Kyle, if by some slim chance you do win this battle royal, you make it to redemption. And you could possibly become WZCW Champion before even wrestling your 5th match. How great would that feel to accomplish such a feat?

Kyle: By some slim chance? Leon, I have much more than a slim chance of winning this match. I won't guarantee victory, but I feel like I have a great chance of winning this match. But back to the question. Yes, I can picture it now, me, THE ONE AND ONLY KYLE CHRISTIANSEN!! YOUR WZCW CHAMPION!! That has a ring to do it doesn't it. Yes Leon it would feel great to become WZCW champion so early in my career.

( A man enters the room and whispers something into Leon's ear. He then leaves without his face being seen.)​

Leon: Kyle, I just now have recieved word that Carmen Bratchny is the first one to enter the tournament. He will obviosuly be having his manager at ringside. How do you plan on dealing with Carmen, he seems like a great threat to your chances?

Kyle: Yes, I have heard about this Carmen and his manager. Let me start by saying that Carmen is a thug, a russian mobster of sorts, and Swindle is nothing more than an annoying insect. But while I feel this way about them, I have never met them, and it would seem like these people seem like the people you would rather have on your side than against you. So Leon, your welcome, as you should be most grateful for me, The One and Only, for me giving you my time again. Now I will go sign up for this tournament, and then I will look for this Carmen Bratchny guy.

He left the room as the cameras watched him go sign up. He then walked off as the camera faded​

 

[Derf]

The scene opens backstage with multiple people standing around a table. The table is loaded with drinks and snacks for people to enjoy, and the people are doing just that, enjoying the snacks. Most of the faces are unfamiliar, either because their backs are turned, or they're just not that well known. One persons face that is easily reconized is that of WZCW interviewer Becky. She's chating away with another, older woman as she eats half a sandwich. But perhaps the most reconizable face is Eric Derf, whos not talking to anyone, just standing there listening in on others conversations, drinking a water bottle. He doesn't seem to interested in anything going on around him, he's just standing there, almost expressionless. The only real sign of life he's showing is everytime he lifts the water bottle to take a drink. Suddenly, we hear a voice.

Hey, umm Eric?

The camera focuses of Eric Derf as he turns around to see Leon Kensworth standing behind him. Leon looks almost as expressionless as Eric does. Eric doesn't say anything, and Leon realizes he shouldn't need to, so he speaks instead.

Hey man, I'm sorry about your match earlier. Dude, you were awesome out there, but even you said that once Manzo pins you, theres no kicking out. He might have won the match, but you showed who has the bigger balls.

Eric looks at Leon, trying to hold back his smile. He thinks Leon refering to his balls is funny, but he's in no mood to laugh. Instead, he simply nods in agreement. Leon continues...

Anyways, I was sent here. Mr Myles wants to see you in his office... He seems pretty pissed...

Eric looks at Leon and sighs before taking a drink of water before replying.

Do you have any idea what he wants me for? Did I do somthing wrong?

Leon replies, but he doesn't look at Eric when he does.

He wouldn't say. He was on his cell phone with someone when he called me in, all he said was "Go get Derf NOW!", so I got out of there, and now I'm here...

Leon looks back up as Eric is now looking at the ground...

Ah crap... Well, better not upset the boss, lets go see what he wants then... You coming Leon?

Leon looks back up at Derf with a worried face.

Oh man, I don't know... I'll go with ya, but I'm not going in. Mr Myles scares the crap out of me sometimes, and he seems pissed. You'd better watch what you say, he's not the guy you want to get on the wrong side of...

Eric and Leon continue talking as they walk off the scene, leaving a few people still eating around the table. The people watch as Eric and Leon leave, obviously they were eavsdropping. Becky in particular has a look of distress on her face.

Oh dear... Look Mary, I have to go do somthing. I'll catch up with you...

Becky puts her hand on the sholder of the elderly woman she was talking to before leaving in the opposite direction of Eric and Leon as the scene fades to black...


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As the scene comes back on, we see Eric Derf and Leon Kensworth now standing outside of a plain white door with the name "Chuck Myles" written on a gold colored plate on the front of it. Leon is talking to Eric, but it's unclear what he's saying as the camera is slowly getting closer to them. Before anything can be made out, Eric knocks on the door and awaits a responce. Nothing. He knocks a second time, and this time, he hears somthing.

Yeah!

The voice was undeniably Chuck Myles, and assuming the shout was for him to enter, he opens the door and see's Myles sitting at his desk, talking on a cell phone. He's looking off to the side of his office, but as soon as he turns to see who just entered his office, he slowly stands up.

Ok, Ok, I know. Look, he just came in, I'm gonna deal with him. Try to get some of this figured out for me... (hangs up the cellphone) What the hell were you thinking!!!

Eric looks puzzled, not knowing what Myles is talking about. He simply stands in the doorway for a moment, speachless, before Myles goes on.

Why would you cause bodily harm to Mr. Maxamillion like that? He's on his way to the hospital right now! Are you trying to get us sued?! He has the money to complety shut this place down! We're in deep trouble here, and it's your fault!

Myles face is bright red, he's furious, and obviously upset. Eric now begins to walk towards Mr Myles desk, slowly, and he begins to speak, calmly.

Now look Mr Myles... You can watch the tape, I wasn't trying to hit Mangus, I was trying to get an edge on Manzo. You have to know I mean this-

Bullshit!

Myles snaps and tosses his cellphone off at the wall he was earlier staring at, causing it to break into peices.

Everyone heard what you said about him before your last match, we all know you wanted that man as bruised and bloodied as you could get him! I've been on the phone all evening calling in favors, just in case he takes legal action!

Eric begins speaking, still in his calm voice. It's hard to tell if he's trying to talk calmly, or if he's actually scared.

Look, if he didn't want to get hurt, he shouldn't have been at ringside. All of your employees know that. Ring announcers, time kepers, referees, everyone. If your going to be in that area, you run the risk of getting hurt. Mangus is a smart man, he should have known the same thing, espesially with so many enemies. It.. was only a matter of time.

As he said that, he lets out the slighest of laughs and trys not to smile. Myles sees this, and doesn't say anything. He walks away, towards a filing cabnit, reachs in, and pulls out a file. Eric sits down as things seem to have somehow calmed down, or so he thinks. Chuck takes the file and sits behind his own desk and tosses it to Eric. Eric opens it to see... His own contract.

Whats this for?

Chuck ignores his question and begins talking about his own thoughs.

I could fire you, you know...

Eric drops the file on the table and looks at Myles in shock.

Yes, if I fired you before it was too late, all the legal troubles would be in your hands. A disgruntled employee attacking people, I'd have my hands free if you had no contract.

Eric, still in shock, somehow musters up the voice to speak. He's actually very upset at this.

But... Doesn't Mangus... Have a contract as well?

Chuck Myles looks at Eric for a moment as a half smile come across his face.

You'r smarter then you look, ain't ya? Gimme that! (He snachs back the contract and sets it away from both of them on a different desk) I almost had you going there... But let me ask you this... why are you here anyways?

Chuck stands up and begins pacing back and forth behind his desk. Eric is confused as to why Myles changed the topic so quick, but instead of saying anything, he simply sits there and takes in the verbal abuse.

You go out there week in and week out, telling people your so great, but you never seem to win any matchs. I mean, if you were so good, wouldn't you win matchs? There are some really bad people on the roster winning matchs, why can't you? As a matter of fact, why am I even paying you? Losing matchs does not earn me money, it don't earn you money, what good is it? Why are you here if you keep losing?

Eric Derf stands up, his upset face he wore earlier has been replaced with a face full of rage. Myles stops walking and looks at Eric Derf with a curious face.

You know what Mr Myles, I don't know why I'm here anymore. And quite frankly, I'm sick of it anyways. Your going around here picking on the little guys, doing favors for your friends, how could I even dream to win a match when your doing everything in your power to make sure the people you like win and the ones you don't like lose? Maybe you should start - You know what? Forget it.

Eric turns around, kicking the chair he was in out of the way, and leaves the office abruptly, slamming the door on the way out.

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When the scene reopens, it's outside Mr Myles office. Leon is leaning against a wall, waiting for Eric Derf to come out of the office. He's got a worried face, he could probably hear all the yelling that went on. Suddenly, Eric Derf storms out of the office door, smalling it shut. As soon as he's out, he immediatly turns away from Leon, towards a wall, and punchs it. No damage is done, but it's clear Eric is extremely frusteraed. He kneels down and puts his head between his legs, and then a soud can be heard: Sobbing. Leon walks over and puts his hand on Erics sholder, causing him to quickly stand up and whipe his eyes, which are now quite red. It's obvious he's been crying.

Eric man, what happened? Are you ok? You look like crap!

Eric sniffs an whipes his nose and eyes, before speaking, his voice quivering.

No, I'm not Ok. Everything here is all wrong! People are supposed to be givin fair chances! But Mr Myles is constantly screwing over the guys that try so he can let his friends win. He's holding so many of us back, it's not fair, and I have had it.

Leon is also upset now, as he slowly takes his mic back.

Eric... What are you saying?

Eric whipes his eyes again and just looks at Leon blankly.

Leon... I quit. I'm done. Screw this.

Eric turns around to walk away...


SMACK!


Eric is holding his face as he's just been slapped. As the camera zooms out, it's revealed the man who slapped his was WZCW Interviewer Johnny Klamor, who has fellow Interviewer Becky behind him.

What are you talkng about, your quitting?! You can't quit! Your NOT quitting!

Eric is stunned at this, as he lowers his hand from his face. Becky slowly comes out from behind Klamor.

Eric, we know your upset. Alot of us are upset. But quitting won't do anything. Do you think your alone here?

Leon speaks up now, seemingly a little less upset now that he's got others helping him calm Eric down.

Yeah, look at me! I've been beaten, attacked, made fun of, everything! But I love this business, so I put up with it. The difference in me and you, is you can make a difference.

Becky hands Eric a poster of sorts, with tape still of the corners of it. Eric looks it over.

Is this.. the sign up sheet for the "Sprint for the Spot"?

Yeah. We think you should enter it. You did really good against Manzo earlier.

Really good? You almost beat him! I've NEVER seen that man as beat as when you fought him. You had that match won Eric, you shouln't need to sign this sheet of paper. Manzo should be the one to sign this. I mean that.

Klamor sticks his hand out to shake Erics. Eric hesitates for a second, and then, in an instant his eyes, burst with tears as he shakes the hand of Johnny Klamor. Eric can't believe so many people are actually sticking up for him. As Klamor lets go of Erics hand, Becky steps in to hug him, to which Eric literally picks her up as if she was the girlfriend he'd not seen in a year. Eric then turns to Leon.

Eric, I owe you this.

Leon reachs into a bag next to him, and pulls out a bottle. It's a Molsen Canadian, the same beer Eric gave Leon a week before. Eric finally lets out a laugh, and a contageous one as everyone laughs at this. Leon reachs back into the bag and hands everyone a beer. As Becky is taking hers, a though hits her.

Wait a minute... Eric, if you do enter the battle royal, and win, which I hope you do... You might have to fight Manzo again...

Everyone stops what they're doing, as Eric, who was about to take a drink, slowly lowers the beer.

Know what? When I was doing my research on Manzo, I realized that everyone he's ever pinned lost the will to compete anymore, and I think he got to me too. But because of you guys, I'm gonna prove him wrong. I'm not quitting. I'm not going anywheres. I'm gonna stay, and I'm gonna keep going. No one, not Manzo, Not Myles, no one is gonna keep me down. And I owe it to you guys. Thank you.

He raises his beer, and everyone else raises theres as well.

CHEERS!

They clink bottles and drink. They're all half laughing, and Eric is still holding the sign up sheet. He looks at it again and smiles.

Anyone got a pen?

The three interviewers look back and forth at each other with empty faces, then back at Eric. Without saying anything, Eric knows they don't have a pen.

Don't Worry, I know where to find one...

Eric turns around and looks at the door behind him. They're still standing in front on Mr Myles office.

Eric, don't-

Let him.

Becky looks at Leon, and then at Klamor, who simply nods towards Eric. Eric nods back, opens the office door, and walks in. He walks right up to Mr Myles desk, where Mr Myles is sitting, looking at Eric with a confused, angry face.

What do you want now? Get out of my office!

Eric looks around the desk for a second, and then reachs over, picks up a pen that was sitting on his contract from earleir, and uses it to sign the sign up sheet. He then drops the pen in front of Myles and turns to leave with the sign up sheet, but turns back towards Myles. He lifts his beer and nods at him.

Cheers, Chucky.

He turns back towards the door and leaves as the scene fades to black.​

 

[DJ]

The Screen is totally dark as we hear some static. The static becomes clearer and clearer before we can finally hear whats beginning said(actually sung) :

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out Faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going no where
Going no where

The song fades out. The dark screen eventually follows a few seconds later. All we seen is a skyline of a city at night, lit up only by the power of the moon and electricity. Suddenly the screen goes dark again and we hear the static yet again. Like last time it becomes clearer and clearer before you understand it :


And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
I find it hard to tell you
Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very
very very very very very ...

Mad World ...
Mad World ...
Mad World ...

And just again like last time the song fades away. And yet again the screen soon follows. However this time we get the image of a hooded man standing on top of building. He stands their, motionless looking over the skyline as if he has no where to go for the rest of his life. He pulls his hood down and looks up at the sky before letting off a mad laugh. It is now instant knowledge who it is. The signature laugh has given it all away - It is Mike Ryder.

Mike Ryder : Those lyrics ... They mean alot to me. That song was the one they played at Grandads funeral. And at Grandma's. I never really knew why I picked that song. Something just struck me when I first heard it - Some lines just hit my brain like a full force train. I find it kind of funny ... I find it kind of Sad ... The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had ... Those words ... Are ... Me. My Mind is this song. I am this song. But I still don't know why this song is me. I don't know who I am. All I know is I am Mike Ryder ... and that opens the gate. I am Mike Ryder. 2 and 0 in WZCW. Undefeated in MMA. I am Mike "The Assassin" Ryder. A champion ... A god among men ... The Complete and Utter Package ... I am the pitbull and I am the best around ... Mike Ryder.

Mike bends down to pick something. When he gets back up he has a rucksack and then flings it across his shoulder. He steps away from the edge of the building and walks closer to the camera.

Mike Ryder : Tonight. I will enter along with WZCW's finest. The object isn't to get the pin. The object isn't too make then tap out. Hell the object isn't even to cause pain ... which is what I normally do. The object ladies and gentlemen is this ... to simply throw your foes over the top rope. Any basic person can do that. But it takes one talented one to make it look good. And that one is me, My friends.

Mike walks off as the camera flings back over to the skyline of city. But suddenly the camera is flung back around and is greeted by Mike Ryder

Mike Ryder : I almost forgot ... I hope that Kyle kid is here tonight. Its just going to be like the old times in the school playground. For those who are slow - Like you Kyle - That means I'm going to make him my personal punching bag.

Mike pauses and looks over to the skyline of the city before looking back at the camera.

Mike Ryder : You know maybe tonight I can get a challenge
... That would be awesome. Tonight .... I Mike Ryder will win. I will then go onto to win the championship that I have desired for so long. And then ....and only then ... will I truly have become ... The very ... very ... very best. Imagine me - Mike Ryder - The New Face of WZCW. See you in the ring tonight ... friends ...

Mike finally leaves and the camera goes back to the skyline. For one last time we hear the static and yet again it gets clearer and clearer until you can finally here what is being said :

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
I find it hard to tell you
Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very
very very very very very ...

Mad World ...
Mad World ...
Mad Word ...

The static fades away as does the skyline. We are left with a completely dark screen. We hear one more sinister laugh that echos until we yet again get complete silence.



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[Shock]

We come backstage and see Leon Kensworth walking through the halls between the rooms. He finally stops at a blue door. Examining it, he spots a blue lightning bolt on the doorknob and no name where the nameplate should be. He takes a deep breath and knocks. A cool, deep voice answers in a slightly commanding tone.

Voice: Come in.

Leon opens the door and slowly walks into dark room, lit only by a few candles placed in various spots around the room. We then see a man wearing a mask sitting on a white cushioned chair, reading a book by the candlelight. The man also wears black jeans and a sleeveless black shirt with a small blue lightning bolt visible on the chest. Leon cautiously approaches him.

Are you Shock?

Masked Man: Yes.

Why are all of the lights off?

Shock closes his copy of Mick Foley’s Have a Nice Day: A Tale of Blood and Sweatsocks and stands up, looks into the camera with his pure white eyes and begins to speak through the covered mouth part in his mask.

That is none of your concern, is it now? That’s not why you came here, is it?

Well, no. But I⎯

Is it?

No.

I didn’t think so. I will answer you on a later date. However, you may turn the lights on if you’d like.

Leon walks back over next to the door and flicks a light switch. As the lights come on, we see a CD player on a small side table next to the chair Shock was in. Along the wall is a bookcase lined with various CDs, DVDs, and books. On the side of the wall across from the chair is a small TV with a DVD player. After Leon looks around, Shock speaks again.

Now, why have you come here?

I just wanted to get your thoughts on your debut. Not only are you debuting, but you are debuting in a match that could get you a shot at the vacant world title.

Before I talk about that, I would just like to say a few things before I officially start. One, in my past, I did not speak much. That is why there is a patch over the mouth part in my mask. Therefore, I am not social, nor am I very friendly. However, I hope my time in WZCW will give me a chance to finally speak. Two, I have not come here for championship gold or for glory and achievement. I have come because wrestling is my life, and what I do. Wrestling is a lifestyle that must be honored and treated fairly. Cheating when the referee’s back is turned, continuing to beat down an opponent after the match is won, these are just two of the factors contributing to the disrespect that is placed on wrestling nowadays. Anyone in WZCW who has previously participated in these sinful acts may want to rethink their actions. Because from now on, they will have to answer to me. Now finally three. My mask never comes off. Ever. No one has seen my mask off in years, and I intend to keep it that way. Do not even ask me to take it off at any point.

Shock then sits back down into his chair and once again picks up his book. Leon looks at Shock.

Hey, what are all these CDs and DVDs and books on the shelf?

Without looking up from his book, Shock responds.

The books, for the most part, are on wrestling skills, great wrestling matches, great wrestlers, and ones written by current and former wrestlers. The DVDs are all matches. Not only official DVDs that are sold on the market, but episodes I taped of shows. Most are WWE, TNA, and of course, WZCW.

And the CDs?

The CDs are mostly wrestler entrance music. I used to listen to WWE and TNA in this CD player next to me. However, recently, I’ve been listening…

Shock puts his book down onto the side table and presses the eject button on the CD player. He reaches in and pulls out a CD. He hands it to Leon.

…to this.

What is it? There’s nothing on the front here.

Music of WZCW wrestlers. Mostly heels and my music.

Ah. I see…

Shock picks up his book and resumes reading. Leon just stands there, looking around cautiously, unsure of what to say. After about half of a minute, Leon turns to Shock.

So what about the battle royal? The Sprint for the Spot? What are your thoughts on your actual debut?

Shock takes a deep breath, closes with book once again, and stands up.

My thoughts? What do you believe my thoughts are? I will step into that ring, I will boldly face my opponents, and I will fight. There is nothing else to say. I will go after anyone who I see fit to go after. Anyone who has disgraced wrestling so far. Anyone who must be taken out first. I will do what I must to show the world that I am someone. Someone who lives to wrestle.

Do you have any thoughts on any individual wrestlers? Anyone who you’ve seen that you’d like to get your hands on? Or any that you really like?

Shock laughs low and softly for a bit, and then looks at the Leon, eyes wide with a menacing look.

Yes. Two specifically. One of each.

Leon speaks nervously.

And those would be?

The one I dislike is a man who recently debuted as well. “The One and Only” Kyle Christianson.

Shock turns towards the camera.

Kyle, cockiness and arrogance gets you nowhere in life. You insults fans, as well as fellow wrestlers. I find it refreshing that you are aware that there are people who are more experienced than you. However, I heard more athletic. You think you are more athletic than anyone on the WZCW roster? Are you kidding me? The roster is full of fantastic athletic talent that you need to recognize. If you are unable to familiarize yourself with this, then I will have to knock some sense into your head. Kyle, not only will I send you soaring over that top rope, I will destroy that cocky ego of yours. You need a lesson in humility. I will be your teacher.

Shock turns back to Leon and waits to be spoken to.

Wow. Strong words Shock. I’m sure Kyle was listening to that one. Now who’s the man you like?

Eric Derf. This man is grand. He is a hard worker, he is dedicated, and, the most important quality: he has the heart. He has not prevailed in even one match, yet he perseveres are carries on, just like a true wrestler should.

Shock once again turn to the camera.

Mr. Derf, I have faith in you, as I’m sure many others do. I would be willing to be on your side anytime. I will help you as much as I can through the Sprint, but alas, I cannot let you win voluntarily.

Anything else you want to add?

Shock doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns towards the camera and let’s out a laugh that seems to intensify. As he becomes loud, he breaks the laugh and stares at the camera with an intense look in his eyes.

Just remember. Watch where the lightning strikes.

The camera picture then starts to break up with static. As it gets worse and worse, we hear Shock laughing in the background. When the picture is finally gone, and only black remains, the laughter fades and we hear a boom of thunder and see a flash of a single lightning bolt.

 

[Danmen001]

Daniel – Vengeance last week you beat me, plain and simple. I put all the Aussie fight in me into the match, and you put all your anger into that match. The outcome was a show of ... maybe not what you fight for, but how you fight. You fought the real deal Vengeance, and I fought for Australia. I let Australia down, but I will pick it back up, you can be assured of that. A true man will be the one standing tall, when it’s all said and done. Maybe you are a true man, but anger is not true. And for you to be a man, I’m just not sure of. Still, I can do nothing now but applaud you for beating me after I put it all in and say, until we meet again. You took my chance for the title, and moved it was step away...

*Daniel’s smirks – not an overconfidence smirk, but a one of opportunity - before he continues.*

Daniel – ... That being said, I just took one step forward again. Say g’day mate, to the WZCW Sprint For The Spot: Battle Royal.

*The camera spans out and next to Daniel is a large poster, and sign up board with the names of numerous of the WZCW stars already signed up for the competition.*

Daniel – Well look at this, guess quite a bloody few people got to this thing before me. Well let’s see here:

*Daniel takes a look at the list of stars already signed up, and the sign up board is shown to the camera.*

WZCW Sign Up Board

Sign your name here to be apart of the WZCW Sprint for the Spot: Battle Royal

1. Carmen Bratchny
2. Kyle Christiansen
3. Eric Derf
4. Mike Ryder
5. Shock
6.
7.
8.​

​

Daniel – Not a bad line up there, I mean, we have some tough newcomers and some passionate fighters who won’t give up their fight until they are literally eating canvas. Each of these stars, like everyone who goes out there and fights for what they want, because they have the passion too – I respect. I respect everyone who has a cause and fights for it, even now, after all he put me through, I respect Vengeance. Why? He beat me, because he fought for something. Even though it was a bloody ridiculous thing to fight to cause pain, he fought for it, and it was enough to get him through, which means he believes in what he does. I don’t like him, but I respect him and that is one of the things it is all about. Respect.Well let’s have a look again at this list, shall we mate?

*Daniel looks down the list.*

1. Carmen Bratchney​

Daniel - Ah, yes mate. Carmen Bratchney, this will be his debut match I reckon. Well, unfortunately for the Russian powerhouse, his first match up, will probably be his biggest challenge for a long time to come. You see Bratchney mate, as well as having to face ‘The Thunder From Down Under’, you will have to face everyone other competitor in this match. Truthfully mate, you can show your power all you want, but on your debut, you just don’t have the experience. But ya never know I suppose mate, on my debut as well in a multi-man match, I managed to hit the Stokes Drive on the then champion.

*He moves down to the next name on the list.*

2. Kyle Christiansen​

Daniel - Kyle Christiansen, you are arrogant, but you have learned I hope mate. You said yourself, you though it would be that easy, but it wasn’t. I guess we sorta share something then ‘ey? I thought I could beat Vengeance, but it wasn’t all that easy. We have both learned our lessons here, and I look forward to fighting you in this battle royal. Just remember kid, don’t get cocky with me or I will beat you all the way down under.

*Once again he moves down one name on the sign up board.*

3. Eric Derf.​

Daniel - Well Derf, out of everyone who has signed up, I can honestly bloody oath swear 2 things: One, you are possibly my biggest obstacle here, and two, I respect you the most out of everyone in this Sprint. People should know now respect is important to me, and I hope it means something to you, because what I am about to say comes from the heart. You fight like you must win; you fight like you will die if you lose. You give it all no matter what happens, and that, I respect. Being in the same ring as you is a privilege, one day; I hope to have the honour of fighting you one on one, man to man. Before that time, when we meet in the ring at the Sprint, bring your best. Because know damn well, I will.

4. Mike Ryder​

Daniel – Mike Ryder, 2 and 0 in WZCW. So you claim. Plain and simple, let me say this: records means nothing when it comes to being in a match. In a match, you can’t throw numbers at your opponent and hope they stay down. In a match, you need whatever you need to win, but numbers, no one needs. Listen to me now, throw your numbers away and fight in the ring, thinking about your record won’t win your match. Keep to your punching bag...

*Finally, Daniel gets to the last name on the list.*​

5. Shock​

Daniel – What was it you said recently Shock, mate? “Watch where the lightning strikes”, well do you know what you hear just after lightning strikes? That’s right, thunder. You hear the sky make some noise as thunder roars through the heavens. Lightning flashes for a second, thunder echoes on. Thunder makes more of an impact than lightning, and that is no different here. Thunder that you can here from all the way down under is more exciting – louder, faster and stronger. You will hear that thunder, come the match...

*Becky walks past idly, she doesn’t seem that interested in whatever Daniel is doing.*

Daniel – Hey Becky, here to interview me for me match-up I see?

Becky – Actually I was ...

Daniel – That’s great. Now then what do you wanna ask me?

Becky – Well I was just gonna ...

Daniel – Ask me how I plan to go about my match right? Well basically, my game plan – Fighting for Australia. Why? Because it’s something worthwhile to fight for. Nothing fancy, nothing confusing. Just Australia. That’s it.

Becky – Thanks for your thoughts on that then ...

*Daniel begins to walk away, but Becky interrupts him.*

Becky – Daniel, aren’t you forgetting something?

Daniel – Ah, yes of course. How ungentle man like of me.

*Daniel goes to peck Becky on the cheek, but Becky takes a step back and smiles a little.*

Becky- No silly, I meant signing your name on the board.

*Daniel looks a bit taken a back, a smirks a little again.*

Daniel – Oh yes, how silly of me. Well, gotta pen?

*Becky hands Daniel a pen, and when Daniel goes to grab it he brushes Becky’s hand a bit unnecessarily. He then writes his name on the list.*

6. Daniel Stokes​

 

[Harthan]

The scene - a dark sidewalk outside of a building downtown. From the building, loud music and happy shouting can be heard, more than likely alchohol induced. Outside, Leon Kensworth is shown waiting impatiently, arms crossed and tapping his foot. After a few moments of impatient waiting, he glances and his watch and sighs in frustration.

Kensworth: Where is he? He said he'd meet me outside at 8. It's past midnight!

The camera moves up and down, as the cameraman shrug.

A few moments later the door to the building opens and the music amplifies as it spills out into the street. "The Prophet" Drake Callahan, clad in trench coat and sunglasses (even at midnight), emerges into the dimly lit street, a beautiful woman on his right arm and a Budweiser in his left hand. He chuckles and kisses the woman, who walks down the street. He takes a deep swig of the beer, finishing it off. He turns it upside down and checks that there's none left, and then throws it over his shoulder.

Kensworth sighs gratefully and hurriedly walks over to Drake.

Kensworth: Mr. Callahan! Mr. Callahan, what took you so long?

Drake looks around confusedly for a moment, before seeing Kensworth. He breaks into a drunken grin. He speaks with a slight slur.

Drake: Leon! I missed you...

He reaches to hug Kensworth, who steps back out of the way.

Kensworth: You're drunk!

Drake shrugs.

Drake: A little bit, yeah.

Kensworth: A little bit? How many have you had?

Drake holds up all his fingers, then grins stupidly.

Drake: I stopped counting when I ran out of fingers.

Kensworth exhales exhaustedly.

Kensworth: You're in no shape for an interview. Honestly, you make me wait for hours and then you show up drunk?

He starts to walk off, but Drake catches him by the shirt.

Drake: No, hey, buddy...I'm okay.

He punctuates this by stepping back and stumbling. Kensworth looks at him skeptically.

Kensworth: Okay, fine. Tell me what you think of the battle royale coming up.

Drake: Right. Royal battle, big stuff. I think it's very important. Like, really really. Because...you know. A battle is one thing, Leon, but a royal battle is something else altogether.

Kensworth: You don't have any idea what I'm talking about, do you.

Drake: Not really, no.

Kensworth starts to walk off, throwing his hands up, but Drake catches him again. There is a slight whine in his voice.

Drake: No, please, Leon, tell me about the battle king.

Kensworth: The battle royal.

Drake: That one too.

Kensworth rolls his eyes, but indulges Drake. Drake nods periodically throughout.

Kensworth: Okay, look. There's gonna be a match at the next pay per view, between four men, okay? And the match is for the title. Three men are already picked, and there's going to be an open battle royal to determine the fourth man. He hesitates. You...do know what a battle royal is, right?

Drake scoffs.

Drake: Of course. It's a battle whose mommy was a queen and whose daddy was a king.

He looks at Kensworth as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Kensworth's jaw is slightly open.

Kensworth: No, Drake, it's...look, a bunch of men get in the ring, and if you get thrown over the top rope and both feet hit the floor, you're eliminated. The last man standing wins.

Drake looks confused.

Drake: But what's so royal about that?

Kensworth: Well, it's...there's a lot of men and...well, it's just...royal.

Drake: Doesn't sound that royal to me.

Kensworth: Look, it doesn't matter. What matters is you are in this match, and I want to know what you think about it.

Drake scratches his chin and looks to the sky.

Drake: Well, Kensworth...if I win, I get a shot at the world title. And that, that is a big deal. Because, you see, Leon, I am a prophet. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card. See, I have cards that say so.

The camera zooms in on the card, which reads:

Drake Callahan
Prophet

Drake: Here, take a few, give 'em to your friends... He hands Kensworth a few, and then grins drunkenly. He extends his hand to Kensworth. Hi, I'm Drake Callahan.

Kensworth looks at Drake, and he pulls back his hand, still smiling.

Drake: Anyway, Leon...I'm a prophet. I'm not a very serious prophet, but I'm a prophet. I want to make people happy, you know? Everyone is so unhappy, with the war and the economy, and all that bad mojo. And I'm not a big fan of unhappiness, because it tends to kill my buzz. Not just my buzz, but the world's buzz. So, Leon...I might not be a serious guy, but people should take me seriously. Or at least listen to me. And I figure, how can I make people listen to me? Well, I could write a book, but...then I'd have to, like...write. I could have been a televangelist. But, you know, that's not my scene. So the next logical conclusion was to get on TV. Now, I like to wrestle. It makes me happy, Leon. So happy. Inside. Like...beer. Wrestling is like beer. Except, you know...you like, drink beer.

Leon nods impatiently, waving Drake to get to the point.

Drake: Well, right. So, I figure, I'm on TV. But people don't have to listen to me. They would have to listen to me if I was a champion though, right? Kensworth nods. So, I figure, the best way to further the SBR&R movement - that's Sex, Booze, Rock & Roll, in case you didn't know - is to become a champion. And who, Leon, is the best of the best of champions? Well, the world champion of course! So, I'm gonna be a part of this...um...

Kensworth: Battle royal, Drake.

Drake: Right, that one. So I'm gonna be a part of the battle royal, and I think I'm gonna win. I hope I'm gonna win. I'd pray I was gonna win, but you know, beer bottles don't tend to answer many prayers. Although there was this one time in Tijuana...

Kensworth: Back the point, Drake.

Drake: Sure thing, buddy. So if I win, I'll be pretty stoked. Because then I'd go on to challenge for the title. And if I was world champion, Leon, well...everyone would listen. It'd be a pretty cool world, if people listened to me. So that's the plan, Leon. Win the match, win the title, change the world. I think it's pretty solid.

Kensworth: But you do realize you'll be going up many wrestlers with far more experience than you.

Drake: Right, well...I'll just have to, like, win.

Kensworth: Any plan of action for that?

Drake: I figure I'll wing it.

Kensworth: You're a visionary, really.

Drake smiles widely.

Drake: Thanks, man! I always knew it, and know you've acknowledged it. I'm on the way to the top, buddy! He looks at Leon critically. Hey, how about being my first convert?

Kensworth: Um. Maybe later? How about the men in the match? What do you think of them?

Drake thinks for a moment.

Drake: Well, who's signed up so far?

Kensworth: You've got Carmen Bratchny, Kyle Christianson, Eric Derf, Mike Ryder, Shock, and Daniel Stokes.

Drake looks at Kensworth.

Drake: Well, um. Leon, I don't know any of those people.

Kensworth shakes his head in disappointment.

Drake: But look, I don't think it matters. You know, I've always been a fan of going to parties alone and making my friends there. So I'm going into this match, and I'll see who wants to be my friend.

Kensworth: But what if no one wants to be your friend? I mean, everyone is vying for that world title shot.

Drake: Well, if I can't make any friends at a party, you know what I do? Well, Leon...I get drunk and I dance like a maniac! So I'll apply the same idea to the match. If I can't make an ally, well...I'll just be my own man, get hammered, and take down everyone else in the ring! He beams proudly. Because it's all about being world champ, right Leon? Because I'm a prophet, and prophets see the future... He pulls down his sunglasses for the first time in the interview.

And the future is me.

He pats Leon on the shoulder and walks off down the street, leaving a dazed and confused Leon Kensworth as the camera cuts to black.