Post by Johawn on May 20, 2010 16:38:01 GMT -5
The camera pans past the outside of a dingy bar, the street is almost completely silent except for the usual sounds attributed to bars, pubs and other such drinking establishments. Suddenly the noise level crescendos’ and travels towards the door, the door comes flying open and Ciaren’s grinning face beaming with laughter appears he holds the drop open and he comes running through, he turns his head to watch the scene inside the bar
[/b]Voice Screaming: And if you…
A second man appears at the door way although this man is not grinning, in fact if there was a polar opposite to the look on Ciaren’s face, this man would have been this one, it also becomes apparent that this man is not travelling of his own accord when he flies head first out of the door and into the gutter[/b]
Voice Screaming: say another word about Darren Bent…
The man who must of recently started a human airplane business appears in the door way, Rose, his face twisted with alcohol and fury the greatest combo know to man[/b]
Rose:[/color] I’ll kill you.
Ciaren bursts out loudly in laughter, his put one hand on Rose’s shoulder and leans over to shout at the man on the floor[/b]
Ciaren:[/color] and you forgot your drink… bastard…
Ciaren throws the beer bottle he was holding in his hand at the fallen man on the floor, the bottle smashing into the man on the floor and exploding in a shower of glass[/b]
Rose:[/color] Geordie knob!
Ciaren uses his arm on Rose’s shoulder to turn the man back into the bar, as they are walking away from the camera you can finally see them from below the waist both men are wearing large wrestling style belts over their street clothes. The pair sits back down at the bar on their stools facing each other. Lifting his beer Rose declares a toast[/b]
Rose:[/color] Here’s to me winning a belt!
Ciaren:[/color] Cheers!!
Rose’s gaze drops from Ciaren’s eyes to his waist, Ciaren turns to the bar and shouts at the barman[/b]
Ciaren:[/color] Two beers here man… and hurry up, we’re Champion’s don’t ya know!
As Ciaren looks back to Rose he sees that he is looking down into his groin area[/b]
Ciaren:[/color] Whatcha doing? Looking at my balls…?
Ciaren laughs jovially at his joke but Rose barely responds[/b]
Rose:[/color] Your belt… let me try it on…
Ciaren looks away from Rose and grabs the two bottles of beer that the barman has just placed down, he turns back to face Rose[/b]
Ciaren:[/color] What…? Here.
Rose absent minded takes the beer from Ciaren[/b]
Rose:[/color] Let me try on your belt.
Ciaren laughs loudly again[/b]
Ciaren:[/color] You’ve got your own belt! You’ve only just won that one!
Rose shrugs and takes a drink from his beer bottle[/b]
Rose:[/color] I want to try that one on…
Ciaren lifts his beer to his mouth and drains pretty much the whole thing in one go, turning back to the bar and yelling at the bartender[/b]
Ciaren:[/color] More beer! And whiskey. 2 whiskey’s!
Ciaren turns back to rose with the two glasses in his hand, holding one out to Rose the other man finally takes his eyes from the World Championship and takes the glasses from Ciaren. He looks at Ciaren and then at the glass. He looks at Ciaren again. Holding it out in front of him Rose seems to be mulling over an idea in his head before finally raising the glass[/b]
Rose:[/color] Here’s to being Champions…
Ciaren:[/color] Aye! Cheers!
The pair touch glasses and then down the contents, Rose finally regains some of the happiest of the evening and lets a small smile cross his face[/b]
Rose:[/color] You gave my brother a bit of a battering tonight…
Ciaren laughs loudly again clearly having a merry old time[/b]
Ciaren:[/color] Aye, tough little bastard… I definitely didn’t go easy on him! I didn’t think you’d want me too…
Rose:[/color] Ha… I didn’t, you can learn a lot from getting your ass kicked!
Ciaren:[/color] The little git made me dizzy just watching him! He’s gonna kill himself at some someday!
Rose:[/color] He’s always been like that, almost broke his neck jumping off our sofa as a kid… He just seems to bounce of the floor though… Barman!!! More beer!!
Ciaren:[/color] And whiskey… More Whiskey!!!
The scene fades to black[/b]
VIDEO COMING SOON.[/b]
And the opening pyro erupts as Massacre formally begins. A sold out crowd at the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan is on their feet, ready and waiting for tonight’s action. At ringside, as ever, John Pain and Mark Sanction.[/color]
Sanction:[/color] Welcome to another edition of XWA Massacre, ladies and gentlemen, and what a night you’re in for tonight!
Pain:[/color] Oho, yes, check out this card, Sanction. We have former Television Champion, Chris Chaos, going toe to toe ‘Darkstar’ Damien Angelus. Both are coming off losses, so expect a hungry competition there.
Sanction:[/color] After that, we have a debut for you good people out there. The most exciting young star in XWA, Jack Hazard, will be taking on a debuting Danger Liam. Now, I’ve been following Liam on the indie scene, and I gotta tell you, this guy’s one to watch. Make sure you get a look at both of these exciting young stars.
Pain:[/color] And then, man, this is a big one. For the first time in a damn long while, we’re gonna see the ladies go at it! We all know why Johnny Valentine’s here, Sanction, and he’s enlisted the help of the lovely Roxy to take on Hutton Brown and the beautiful Nicole.
Sanction:[/color] That’s an eye catcher, in a LOT of ways! And our main event tonight will see newly crowned XWA Television Champion take on Legion Leader, Jack Sabbath! That one’s got a little history to it; Jack’s been scouting Rose’s little brother in the last few weeks, and I’m not sure how much Rose likes that.
Pain:[/color] Don’t forget the beating that Rose gave Sabbath not that long ago, Sanction. But before any of that, we’re gonna see the XWA World Champion in action! Coming right up…
Pain is suddenly cut short by much more important news.[/color]
We’re in the Legion's locker room. It's almost bare since Jack hasn't been here, everyones off doing their own thing. All except Amy Taylor, who is sat in the room filing her nails and is next to a big pile of books and magazines. Its been a quiet night for her. She hears a knock on the door and as quick as a flash jumps up out of her seat, knocking the magazines with her elbow onto the floor. She goes to pick them up but stops to look as she sees the latest XWA Magazine with Tempest on the cover. She peers into the picture of Tempest's eyes with a slight...smile?
Anyway, theres that knocking at the door again so she needs to answer it. She runs over to the door, turns the handle and wouldn't you believe it's the man who's been missing all night; Diamond Jack Sabbath, still battered from when we saw him last week. Amy backs up, eyes wide open knowing full well that last week was the last time she'll get a quiet night in.
Amy: Jack?!
Jack: Oh come on woman, who were you expecting? Alex Sean? King Kraig?
Jack walks in accidently stepping on the magazine with Tempest on the cover. He looks down at it with a sly, twisted grin.
Jack: Or maybe you were expecting someone else...
He picks up the magazine, staring at the picture of Tempy.
Jack: Am I to assume your actions two weeks ago concerning this man was spur of the moment?
Amy: I..guess so.
Jack: So it'll never happen again, am I right?
Amy looks to the floor, a ray of disappointment sweeping her face.
Amy: (sighing) No.
Jack: (smiling) Good!
Jack rips up the magazine as Amy watches little Tempest tear away into the floor.
Jack: Now then, Business as usual.
Amy: What happened to you?
Jack: Your would-be boyfriend happened. Tempest left me in a motel alone. I managed to escape from the chair he tied me to but I thought I'd rough myself up a bit more than I should have been. Then what would people think of Michael Hart? And anyway, Jack Hazard busted me out.
Amy: The new guy?
Jack: The same. He'd go far if he was one of us. I'm confident he will be soon. How did last week go then? How have my boys been getting on?
Amy: I can't say I watched it. Apparently Tempest and Brown got into a cage and our guys interfered in it. According to the website.
Jack: Good. Everything went to plan then.
Jack switches on the TV.
Jack: And here is something I've been thinking about all week; while I was GM last week I had to approve some new contracts and one guy stuck out like a needle in a haystack.
He rewinds the broadcast (What? They get paid lots! I'm sure they can afford Sky Plus!) to the Dark Star/Valentine match. He then pauses it as Johnny begins combing his hair back at the end of the match. He points to Johnny's face.
Jack: This guy has a nickname; the 'Hutton Brown Solution'. I'm intent on wiping out Hutton Brown completely cause he's been nothing but trouble since the Legion was first created, that's why I brought Johnny in, to get rid of him. But I'd like to go one step further. I don't want this guy as a freelance associate of the Legion, he could be a much better asset to us than that...so you know what I think?
Amy: What?
Jack pauses for a second, smiling at the notion of what he is about to say then turns and points at the Jonny Valentine freezeframe yet again.
Jack: I think we're looking at a new potential Legion member...
The camera pans out as Jack smiles.
Sanction: Opening the show tonight… We have Drake Dysfunction taking on the XWA’s World Champion… Ciaren Donegan!
Pain: What an opportunity for the new comer. Although it seems like shots at the champ are coming easier these days…
The lights die down 'till the arena is completely dark. White smoke surrounds the entrance stage as Dysfunction's music begins to play throughout the arena. "IT'S TIME!" Red strobe lights go off at the stage as well and then Drake Dysfunction emerges from behind the black curtain and walks out with a Hulkamania kind of swagger walk with his hands to his sides like he's cruisin' to the ring. He stands at the top of the entrance ramp and then spreads his legs apart from each other and shoots his two hands up in the air doing rock-on poses (\m/) as a whole bunch of red and green pyrotechnics go off behind him. After the pyrotechnics die down, Dysfunction walks down the ramp with a cocky smile on his face and ignoring the front-row fans holding out their hands. He stops at the end of the ramp, ducks down and gets right-side up again with his arms spread apart from each other like AJ Styles does. After this, he walks over to the steel steps and quickly runs up the steps. He walks across the apron and then enters the ring through the middle rope. He walks to one of the corners of the ring and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle, raising his arms in the air with rock-on poses. He jumps back down to the mat and remains in the corner with his back leaning against the turnbuckles.
Sanction: Impressive entrance from Drake, definitely not one to shirk attention!
Pain: Here comes the current XWA Champion though!
I’d Start a Revolution begins to play through the arena sound system and an unusually sullen looking Ciaren arrives through the curtain. Without stopping to post at all Ciaren makes his way down to the ring purposefully sliding under the bottom rope and quickly popping up to his feet getting right into the face of Drake[/b]
Sanction: Ciaren seems… I don’t know… Angry?
Pain: Maybe he is annoyed that he is curtain jerking…?
Sanction: You think…?
Pain: Well, he’s the champ and he’s been booked into a match at the start of the show with a complete unknown, imagine how he feels….
As the two men stand toe to toe in the ring fury ranging inside Ciaren’s eyes, heat almost emanating from the gaze directed at Drake, new to the company and the XWA ring he does not realise this look on Ciaren’s face is not something that is always there[/b]
Pain: Look at Ciaren… He is definitely bothered about something! That is not the face of a happy man!
Drake tries his best to return Ciaren’s gaze right back at him[/b]
Drake: So… you’re what passes as a Champion around here…?
Silence from Ciaren[/b]
Drake: I think I should be getting to the top pretty soon if you are the measuring stick…
Yet more silence[/b]
Drake: Ha… We’ll just hav…
Ciaren strikes like a cobra without warning going from complete immobility to striking in a fraction of second his swing hook connecting hard on Drakes jaw, the newcomer unexpecting the blow crumples to the floor lifelessly[/b]
Sanction: Ciaren is not playing around… Drake looks to be out cold…
Pain: My god… I did not see that coming… Clearly neither did Drake Dysfunction…
Sanction: Ciaren has a habit of attempting the first strike in a match…. Being new here, Drake didn’t know that… I guess Jack Hazard last week may of have a word of warning from his big brother Rose…
Ciaren looks down at the fallen body of Drake, the fury still raging in his eyes, Ciaren slowly begins to walk around the body of Drake, the whole arena silent with both surprise and aghast[/b]
Pain: Could this be the shortest match in XWA history…?
Sanction:Well… IF Ciaren is able to pin him, maybe…
Ciaren continues to stalk around the still form of Drake his eyes locked onto the face of his opponent. Finally he stops and looks around at the arena turning in a slow circle, turning a full circle Ciaren looks back down at Drake[/b]
Pain: I’ve never seen Ciaren like this… His eyes look crazed… but he’s still calm on the surface, I don’t think this bodes well for Drake…
Finally Ciaren falls down on top of Drake and Tickles moves in to make the count, rather than pinning Drake he climbs on in a full mount. He slowly looks around the arena before he grabs Drake by his hair and yanks his head roughly from the canvass. Ciaren rains down one solid right into Drake’s unmoving face. The silent arena goes even quieter[/b]
Ciaren: Curtain jerker…?
Ciaren strikes another blow[/b]
Ciaren: Against another no-one…?
Another punch, this time Tickles moves closer a look of concern on his face[/b]
Sanction: What are we watching here…?
Ciaren: I’ve got the belt… and everyone else on the card is higher up it than me…?
Ciaren adjusts his grip on Drakes hair before raining down another punch[/b]
Ciaren: Well fuck that…
With the look on his face growing increasingly grim, Tickles moves forwards and attempts to speak to Ciaren, but is interrupted buy Ciaren screaming loudly and delivery another thunderous blow[/b]
Ciaren: JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!
With that Ciaren leaps to his feet almost knocking over Tommy T over, Ciaren stands and looks around the arena before bellowing again[/b]
Ciaren: JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!
Sanction: Ciaren is screaming for Jack Sabbath... I don't think I've ever seen him this upset.
Pain: Ciaren, isn't really one to get worked up...
Ciaren marches over to the ring and screams at the attendant for a microphone, snatching it away from lady he turns to face the ring ramp entrance[/b]
Ciaren: JACK SABBATH. Show your face. Now.
The crowd begin to boo loudly at the mere mention of his name, Ciaren lets a grime sneer/smirk fall over his face at the crowd reaction[/b]
Sanction: Do you think Sabbath is going to show...?
Pain: Well he's in the building...
After a few moments, Jack appears at the top of the ramp microphone in hand but silent, the two men stare at each other eye to eye, Jack's face a mix of confusion and interest where's Ciaren's is lacking in ambivalence, only one emotion is shown on his face and that is pure anger. Jack waits for Ciaren to speak and after a couple of moments prompts Ciaren[/b]
Jack: Yes... you called for me I believe...?
Ciaren pauses for a second before he replies[/b]
Ciaren: You promised me Jack. You promised me three times.
Jack looks down at the floor before looking back up to face Ciaren[/b]
Jack: What exactly did I promise you Ciaren...? What did I promise you?
It's Ciaren's turn to glance away before replying[/b]
Ciaren: You know what you promised me Jack...
Jack: Are we really going to do this here?! In front of everyone, Legion business should be between the Legion.
Ciaren lets out a small disgruntled laugh[/b]
Ciaren: Why not? I really don't care anymore... You've not even come to find me since you've come back.
It's Jack's turn to laugh[/b]
Jack: Find you...?! Do you forget who the boss is? Find you...very funny. You didn't even come looking for me when I was kidnapped. You didn't even try to lead our group while I was gone. You made no attempt to further our cause!!
Ciaren steps back from the ropes and shakes his head[/b]
Ciaren: Our cause...? Jack, what I do people best if hurt people, I'm good in a scrap, so I scrap for a living, I've never really been into that subliminal mind game bollocks and you know it, I joined with you because you were stirring up a bit pile of shit and I thought I could get a few scraps out of it...
Jack: And have I not delivered that!?
Ciaren: No, you've put me in handicap matches in my favour, your little pet made sure to cost me in that one.
Jack: Eddie was trying to help!!
Ciaren: By almost putting me through the ring?! Great feckin' help that way.
Jack: If I am being honest Ciaren, we've noticed that you've been a bit off for a while. That's why we've kept a few of the tings to ourselves. You are a hammer. Hammer smash, that's what they do. They stuff we have planning doesn't require a hammer so they haven't included you... and to be honest I would worry less about me... and more about that man standing behind you...
Ciaren: Huh...?
Sanction: Drake is back up on his feet... staggering slightly but standing!!
Ciaren turns with a look of confusion on his face, he hit Drake hard... really hard. Then he pounded his lifeless face. Repeatedly. This man can take a beating and Ciaren is shocked. Drake is stood in the middle of the ring defiance burning in his eyes. Over the initial surprise Ciaren charges Drake looking to finish this quickly, he leaps into the air drawing back his arm and looks to deliver almost a karate style running punch. To everyone amazing and definitely to Ciaren's Drake manages to roll out of the way[/b]
Sanction: The fact that Drake is able to stand... let alone dodge is impressive!!
Not giving Drake a chance to rest Ciaren skids to a halt and charges into him again throwing up his knee and looking to land his "Ya Bastard" attack, again Drake avoids the attempt to knock his teeth from his mouth. Frustrated and the high speed avoidance from the large man Ciaren attempts another tackle this time rather than avoidance Drake has other plans. Leaping to his feet he smashes his forearm into the mouth of Ciaren sending the champ staggering[/b]
Pain: That had to hurt!
Sanction: Ciaren's own momentum took him straight into that blow!
Not giving the Champ any respite Drake grapples with him and sends him flying into the corner with a hard Irish whip, Ciaren thunders into the turnbuckles with his neck snapping back viciously, dazed Ciaren grabs hold of both ropes to steady himself. Positioning himself in the adjacent corner Drake hurls himself across the ring in a spring. Leaping from around the half way mark he takes to the air and smashes into Ciaren with a chest crunching Stinger splash[/b]
Sanction: Oh the impact!!
Drake stumbles out of the corner still dazed from his earlier probable concussion, Ciaren follows him out dazed from the tremendous attack just inflicted upon him. Drake takes this as his chance and backs himself up to the ropes using them to spring off he again leaps into the air and flicking his legs drives the bottom of his boot straight into Ciaren's face crumpling him like sack of potatoes[/b]
Sanction: Ciaren is down... and possibly out....
Pain: Drake was knocked out at the start of this match... now he has our Champion flat on his back...
Drake unlike Ciaren earlier seizes on this opportunity and drops down for the cover. Tickles himself drops down to count[/b]
1!!!
2!!!
3.......
Agonisingly close for the new comer Ciaren manages to get his should off of the canvas and save the match for himself, he attempts to push Drake off of him but energised by his combo assault Drake attempts to push Ciaren down again for another counter[/b]
Sanction: He is attempting another cover!!
As his hands push down Ciaren grabs both of them and kicks up with both feet flicked Drake over in the air and rolling on top of him, with no hesitation this time around Ciaren leans down placing his forearm across Drakes throat cutting of the air supply with his free hand he twists Drake's head sideways to increase the access to the wind pipe[/b]
Sanction: Is that even legal?!
Pain: The rules here... are a little more, shall we say... lax?
Tickles drops down to make inspect the maneuver but the look in Ciaren's eyes as he glares at him suggests it would be a bad idea to question the moves legality. Drake slows his struggle at the lack of air hits his brain[/b]
Tickles: Do you give up?!
No response, possibly before he no way of opening his mouth or using his tongue[/b]
Tickles: Do you give...?!
The only response is Drakes head turning to the side and going limp, worried for his safely Tickles begins to try to stop Ciaren applying the move[/b]
Tickles: Ring the bell, it's over, it's over!!
I'd Start a Revolution begins to play as Ciaren releases the hold and gets to his feet, amongst the chaos Jack has edged his way to the ring and gestures for Ciaren to come closer[/b]
Jack: Come here... listen... there is a place for you in The Legion... let's talk it out...
Ciaren holds where he is in the ring and stares at Jack for seemingly an eternity before finally nodding and getting out of the ring next to the big man. Side by side the two dominant factions in the Legion leave up the ramp way together[/b]
The camera cuts to the back where "Magnificent" Chris Chaos is standing with Holly Hunt in the interview area. It is obvious that he is in a ton of pain as he holds his taped ribs. However he still bears immaculate appearance sporting his tan colored Sperry's, Banana Republic Blue Jeans, sky blue Hollister tee, and Oakley sunglasses. The look on his face expresses that he has something on his mind.
Holly:[/color] Chris.... what are you thoughts about last week?
Chris:[/color] You know Holly... last week was a fluke.... I was clearly attacked on my way to the ring.... I should still be TV champion!
Looking dead into the camera Chris body language expresses the frustration that has been cast upon him.
Chris:[/color] Now on to a big announcement..... Legion is a stable that says that "we look out for each other"..... I'm here to tell you that is the biggest lie I have heard in my two year career.... and believe me, I have heard some good ones.
Chris removes his shades from his face and holds them in his hands. A weird, unusual, cheerful smile appears on the face of the former XWA Television Champion. Is this a turn in the attitude of Chris Chaos? Is this where Chris gains some wisdom and realizes the truth behind the Legion? Could this be a change for the better?
Chris:[/color] Holly.... looking good... anyways... I am informing the entire roster... Chris Chaos is no longer amongst the ranks of the Legion... and that means I owe a bunch of people some apologies...
Chris runs his free hand through his lengthening hair and sighs. Holly Hunt realizing that Chris is not paying her anymind and most likely won't answer any more of her questions, slowly turns around and walks away.
Chris:[/color] First let me start with the XWA fans, the XWA Universe.... I apologize for saying the disrespectful things I said against ya'll, because without ya'll... I wouldn't be here today....... and Damien Angelus.... I just want to let you know if you ever need any help destroying the Legion..... you have my number....
Wincing in a sudden urge of pain, Chris leans over, clenching his abdomen region. Three EMT's run over to check on the injured Chaos.
Doctor 1: Are you okay?
Chris:[/color] Yea... I'm fine.
Doctor 1: Are you sure?
Chris:[/color] YEA!
The EMT's slowly move away from Chris, and Chris stands firm once again. Holding his abdomen in serious agony he looks into the camera.
Chris:[/color] A great man once said... to be the man you gotta beat the man... well I'm going to beat the man... contrary to popular belief and going after the XWA TV Title again.... no sir, I want the focus back on the World Title... and I will do anything to get the oppurtunity......
The camera fades away with one last image of Chris Chaos staring into it with a piercing look. Can the former champion fulfil his plans? How serious is this injury? And, lastly, where was Legion in his match at Massacre?
Pain:[/color] Wow…big words from Chaos. Watch that stupid bastard flounder now. He has nothing going for him now.
Sanction:[/color] What? Legion did NOTHING for him. This is gonna be Chaos’ time, man. Have you been watching the guy? He’s improving, man. Look out for his match tonight.
There is a door. Yes, a door, a large wooden door with what appears to be two or three keyholes in it and an old-fashioned peephole, the kind with a small block that slides on a track revealing to both the other person’s eyes at the very least. Bennett stands in front of this door in the hallway of this apartment building, seemingly hesitant to knock on it. He stares at it for a good long minute, then finally musters up the courage to put knuckle to wood, and a soft thumping sound can be heard as Bennett raps his fist off the middle of it.
Finally we fully see Bennett as well, a large black and blue bruise covers his neck and goes down into his shirt seemingly a further way than one would ever like. His shoulders seem a little swollen and from the looks of it, he may or may not have lost some muscle weight from being inactive for so long, laid up in a hospital bed not able to move his upper body that well. He has a cloth sling underneath his shirt covering both shoulders close to the neck area, and from the looks of it, it’s been a struggle not to just tear it off.
Bennett stares at the door for a moment, seemingly wondering why there is no response from within, and he knocks again, albeit much harder this time as an echo can be heard inside the door. Clattering noises can now be heard from within, although the door still does not open. A few moments pass by, and finally a noise is heard right next to the wooden door, or so we can assume due to the volume of this noise. There’s a click heard obviously from the door and instead of the door opening, the old-fashioned peephole block slides clear and a pair of oriental eyes pop into view. They look around for a moment, then after only seeing Bennett, they focus on the large man in front of the door. The voice from within speaks.
Voice [/color]: Wat yu wan, roun-dye?
Bennett [/color]: What do you think I want, you slap-happy Jap-y?
Voice [/color]: Lookie heah, wyte-boi! I sho yu slap-happie!
Bennett [/color]: Oh you will, will you? Come on out here slant-eye, and say that to my face!
Voice [/color]: OK! OK! I COM OUT DEAH
The peephole slides shut and a few more clicks can be heard from the door, this time seemingly from the locks, and the wooden door swings wide open revealing a late-20-something Asian man, and this man has a Bruce-Lee muscular look to him, as if he could possibly be a black belt, and he looks pissed off. Bennett, however, stands his ground as this man slowly walks out of the room and toward Bennett in an angered fashion, looking angrier with every step towards the larger man in front of him. They come face to face in a sort of stare down for a moment before one of them speaks.
Bennett [/color]: I never knew you had an accent, Johnny…
Bennett and the smaller Asian man are still looking at each other for a second before the Asian man speaks up again.
Johnny [/color]: I don’t.
Bennett cannot help himself. He bursts out laughing and steps backwards, and Johnny follows suit and begins laughing hysterically. The two men look at each other, obviously familiar with each other and the laughter dies down a bit as they begin conversing with each other.
Bennett [/color]: Oh man… Johnny Wasabi… How have you been? It’s been a long time, man!
Johnny [/color]: Yes it has, my friend! I’ve been okay. Keeping up with the joneses I guess. How about you?
Bennett [/color]: I’ve been a busy man…
Johnny [/color]: Really, now? How so?
Bennett [/color]: I rejoined the XWA.
Johnny [/color]: No kidding… How’s everyone there? Tempest, Alex, Calvin-
Bennett [/color]: You don’t watch it?
Johnny [/color]: No. I’m far from interested in it. I’m devoted to martial arts now, and I really have no time to watch it.
Bennett [/color]: Dude, that’s so stereotypical of Asians. I should’ve brought my duck sauce!
Johnny [/color]: Ah, shut it man! Besides, I don’t like duck sauce. Plum sauce is so much better!
Bennett [/color]: Plum sau- SHUT UP! That’s so messed up man! You know that stuff makes you sh** a LOT?
Johnny [/color]: My point?
Bennett [/color]: Ew… Just ew.
Johnny [/color]: Hah, that’s what you get round-eye!
Bennett [/color]: Well, most of the older guys we knew are gone. They're all either too busy or just don't want to compete any more.
Johnny [/color]: That's too bad. They were the best I'd ever seen.
Bennett [/color]: AAAaaaaanyways… I also have a kid on the way.
Johnny [/color]: Wowww. Who with?
Bennett [/color]: Do you remember Danielle?
Johnny [/color]: No.
Bennett [/color]: Oh…Well with her.
Johnny [/color]: Thanks?
Bennett [/color]: Yeah! And we found out it’s a girl.
Johnny [/color]: Oh no.
Bennett [/color]: Oh no?
Johnny [/color]: Yeah, oh no! You’re gonna kill her first 30 boyfriends!
Bennett [/color]: Not THAT many… Maybe the first 5.
Johnny [/color]: You’re in a heap of trouble with that little girl.
Bennett [/color]: I know, I know. But I couldn’t be happier…
Johnny [/color]: I bet. Congrats, man.
Bennett [/color]: Thanks, Johnny.
Johnny [/color]: Now what did you come here for? Just to visit?
Bennett [/color]: Not entirely.
Johnny [/color]: Well what do you want then?
Bennett [/color]: Cashing in a favor.
Johnny [/color]: What favor?
Bennett [/color]: Remember when I thumped Havoc and gave you the win way back when?
Johnny [/color]: Again with that?
Bennett [/color]: Hell yeah, you owe me man.
Johnny [/color]: Alright, alright, what do you want?
Bennett [/color]: All I want is you to show me how to do some kicks. Maybe some jumps off the top rope. I’ve always been a power guy, but I’d like to show the people some new stuff. Maybe throw them off balance of what to expect.
Johnny [/color]: Oh. That’s easy enough. How long you got?
Bennett [/color]: Well… Just train me and we’ll see how long.
Johnny [/color]: What does that mean?
Bennett [/color]: That means I’m on leave for now.
Johnny [/color]: For what?
Bennett [/color]: Can you NOT see my neck?
Bennett looks upward and pulls his shirt down a bit, and his face quickly contorts into pain. Johnny looks at his neck in utter shock and walks up to it and lightly touches it, as if in disbelief of any bruising that bad on someone’s neck. Bennett lets go of his shirt and looks back at Johnny and he steps back away from Bennett.
Johnny [/color]: Dude, what happened?
Bennett [/color]: Some jackass giant hung me out to dry with a bullrope on live TV.
Johnny [/color]: Bullrope? Who the hell even thinks about using a bullrope in wrestling?
Bennett [/color]: The same jackass that uses a solid steel shovel.
Johnny [/color]: Vestal? He’s still around?
Bennett [/color]: Apparently. And he had a 7 footer with him, at least for a minute. I watched the replays on my TiVo and from what it looks like, Vestal dropped him like a sack of overgrown potatoes.
Johnny [/color]: That dude’s always been a little F***ed in the head anyways. It makes sense in his twisted little head.
Bennett [/color]: His head is actually pretty big
Johnny [/color]: You would know. Pervert.
Bennett [/color]: I meant the one on his shoulders!
Johnny [/color]: Sure you did, you sick fffffreak!
Bennett [/color]: Look here, you’re not The Rock, no matter how much you wish you were Samoan.
Johnny [/color]: I don’t.
Bennett [/color]: Uh huh. But about the training…
Johnny [/color]: Right, right. When did you want to start?
Bennett [/color]: Now would be a good a time as any.
Johnny [/color]: Fair enough, come on in man. We can start right now if you want.
Bennett walks in the doorway, and Johnny follows him in. They both continue chatting, but before we can follow the two men in the door is pulled shut from within and we are left standing out in the hallway of the apartment building as our view of the area fades to black.
The lights fade to black in the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan as the thumping bass of Velvet Revolver's- Slither creeps through the soundsystem. As a result of Chris Chaos parting ways the Legion, he recieves a huge pop from the crowd. As Slash's thrashing guitar sound blares through the soundsystem a huge display of blue pyro burst from under the stage.[/color]
As the voice of Scott Wieland sneaks through, Chris emerges to the stage. He has his back to the crowd, head hung, and arms outstretched. Spinning around, Chris pulls his fist in and expresses excitement. However the injury to his ribs he recieved from Rose causes him to start holding his ribs. [/color]
Yeah, here comes the water!
Chris slowly starts to swagger down the ramp to the ring interacting with most of his fans as he makes this long procession.
Reaching the ring steps, Chris walks up them with pride and enters the ring between the top and middle ropes. He smiles and raises his fist in the air as Slither dies away.
Psychosocial begins to blare out across the arena as the drums begin to hit. Dark Star slowly emerges from the back as a curtain of pyrotechnics explode in front of him before he walks through them, cracking his back and neck with a slight movement of his massive frame. Dark Star has that sadistic and sinister smirk as he rolls into the ring and faces the former XWA Television Champion, Chris Chaos.[/color]
Pain:[/color] Both men are in the ring and I wonder who is going to win this one Sanction?
Sanction:[/color] Well.... lets remember that Chris has suffered a hellacious injury at the hands of Rose.
Keri Thames: The following match is set for ONE fall..... standing in the corner to my left..... from LA, California..... weighing in at two hundred pounds..... standing at six feet and two inches tall..... the man known as Magnificent Chris Chaos!
The fans give a huge pop to chris as he raises his waves his hands up and down trying to get the fans on his side. [/color]
Keri: And his opponent.... from Toronto, Ontario, Canada..... standing at six foot nine.... weighing in at two hundred and ninty five pounds..... Dark Star.... Damien Angelus!
Chants erupt from the crowd for Chris Chaos as Keri Thames exits the ring. Referee Kirk Samson signals for the bell to be tolled to start the match.[/color]
DING! DING! DING!
Sanction:[/color] Well the bell has been rang and that means that it is time to put up or shut up!
Pain:[/color] Right you are, only one man can win here tonight, and one will be going back to the locker room disappointed.
Gunning for the injured ribs of Chris Chaos, Damien charges at Chris, knocking him down to the mat. He lashes out punch after punch to the ribs of Chris Chaos. Leaving Chris on the mat, Dark Star stands up and waits with a smirk on his face that would break a mirror. In agonizing pain Chris curls up and lays on the mat. [/color]
Sanction:[/color] I can't even fathom the amount of pain Chris is in from those fist of Dark Star.
Crawling to the ropes Chris tries to pull himself up. As he manages to get to his knees Damien is ready to make him look weak again as he runs at him and hits him square in the temple with his knee. In shock, Chris falls to the mat again in a dazed and confused manner. Damien grabs him by the leg, and drags the limp body to the center of the ring. Thinking he has it all set up Dark Star attempts the pin.[/color]
1.....
2.....
Chris musters up enough energy to kick out of the pin attempt. However; he upset Damien Angelus, which is never a good thing to do. Damien grabs his opponent by the head and pulls him to his feet. With both men on their feet, Chris tries to get on the offensive by kicking Damien in the nether regions.[/color]
Pain:[/color] OOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!
Sanction:[/color] Someone just went from a tenor to a soprano!
Referee Kirk Samson reprimands Chris for his actions as Chris takes a little time to interact with the fans by stretching his arms straight out to his sides. [/color]
Sanction:[/color] Looks like the old Chris is back.
Pain:[/color] I wonder for how long?
Sanction:[/color] Lets hope forever!
Chris turns around to find his opponent still on the ground. He slowly makes his way over to where Damien Angelus is laying, as he moves the pain throbs in his ribs. Grabbing Dark Star's arm, Chris pulls him up to his feet and attempts to Irish Whip him into the ropes. Failing to complete his plan, Chris pratically hands the initiative right back to Dark Star, who reversing the Irish Whip nails Chris in with a clothesline. [/color]
Sanction:[/color] If Chris doesn't do something soon then his goose is cooked.
Pain:[/color] Don't talk about goose around Damien Angelus, Sanction, he might get offended.
Sanction:[/color] What?
Pain:[/color] Well he is from Canada.
Seeing the connection Sanction can only facepalm.
Trying to act as if he wasn't affected Chris rapidly returns from the mat to only be meet with another from his man beast of an opponent. This one, lays Chris out on the mat good this time. Wanting to get the match over Angelus attempts a pin, once again.[/color]
One.....
Two.....
Thre....
At the last minute Chris finds the energy deep inside of his battered body to push Damien off of him. Damien starts to argue with Referee Samson giving Chris time to get back to his feet. As soon as the self proclaimed "Pure Evil" Turns around he meets a storm of punches to the gut from the injured Chris Chaos, each one taking the air from the lungs of Damien. [/color]
Sanction:[/color] I am befundled that Chris kicked out of that pinning maneuver and is now actually fighting back against this brute named Damien Angelus.
Pain:[/color] Well he isn't called Magnificent for nothing.
Finally taking enough Damien grabs the arm of Chris and slings him into the ropes. He then walks up to him and tries to pull his limp, and frail body off the ropes. However; Chris has the power to cling to the ropes. Dark Star tries to throw his legs at the head of Mags who ducks and catches Damien in a pump-handle position. He spins Damien around and shoves his head between his knees, then flips him up into a guillotine clutch and slams him to the mat. [/color]
Sanction:[/color] What the Hell was that!?
Pain:[/color] That is a Double Pumphandle Orange Cradle Crush Bomb!
Holding Damien's shoulders down to the mat Chris tries to get the pin.[/color]
One.....
Two.....
Three!
Pain:[/color] Well this one is said and done for!
Sanction:[/color] Cut the lights and pull the cable this one goes to Chris Chaos!
Velvet Revolver's Slither slithers back into the speaker system as Chris lays on the mat holding his rib cage. Referee Kirk Samson calls for the EMT who come rushing down the ramp to the ring. After a few moments of examination they load Chris up on the stretcher and proceed to take him to an ambulance.[/color]
Sanction:[/color] Certainly need to keep Chris in our thoughts and hope that he has a speedy recovery.....
Massacre goes to commercial[/color]
Back from commercial we see XWA newcomer Danger Liam as he is making his way into the Joe Lewis arena, he has his luggage in on hand and a phone in the other as he is chatting away. We catch him mid conversation.
Danger Liam: ... look G the long and short of it is Holden didn't make me sign a exclusive deal so I can compete wherever I like and since my 'lovley' ex-wife managed to take EVERYTHING in the divorce including my set I need a little extra cash flow, besides I'm getting a little board of knocking Novak about the ring week in week out.
The Dangerous One refuses to acknowledge the camera infront of him or the fact that he is talking about people who the XWA fans have never heard off.
Danger Liam: Well exactly dude ... all women 'ay? Can't live with 'em, can't leave 'em at home to cook the dinner while you and your best mate go on a stripper raid. What's the world coming to 'ay?
Just as soon as he appeared on camera the Danger Man is though a door and away. And suddenly we’re in another locker room.[/b]
The scene cuts to Hazard and Natasha hanging out. Hazard is on the phone to Jack Mercy. The phone is on speaker as Hazard is also preparing for a few things.[/color]
Hazard:[/color] So man, how’s the Achilles?
Mercy:[/color] Doctor says 3 weeks to a month.
Hazard:[/color] Not too bad like.
Mercy:[/color] True... but, remind me never to play soccer with you again!
Hazard, Natasha and Mercy all laugh.[/color]
Mercy:[/color] Anyway, good luck tonight, I’ll be watching.
Hazard:[/color] Cheers mate, see you tomorrow.
Hazard hangs up.[/color]
Hazard:[/color] I got the ball... just took him out at the same time....
Natasha:[/color] Jack, babe... I have no idea about soccer remember....
Hazard:[/color] Yeah, but you know what I’m l.....
Hazard is interrupted as Rose, in usual fashion, storms into the room. He glances at Natasha, quickly shrugging her off.[/color]
Rose:[/color] Oh god, she’s back....
Upon having to hear yet another of Rose’s comments towards Natasha, Hazard lets out a sigh.[/color]
Rose:[/color] I need to talk to.....
Rose is cut off as Hazard excitedly interrupts.[/color]
Hazard:[/color] Oh, oh, oh! Before you say anything, check this out!
As excited as a child at Christmas, Hazard takes his hoodie off to reveal a t-shirt.[/color]
Before Rose can get any words out, Hazard signals at Natasha and she proceeds to take her jacket off to reveal another t-shirt.[/color]
Hazard:[/color] Merch sent them down earlier in the week! Said they were selling like crazy, already sold out! How cool is that?!
Rose glances at both shirts, looking vaguely interested.[/color]
Rose:[/color] Meh, if the two of you weren’t such ugly looking buggers, I’m sure they’d probably be quite nice.
Natasha looks disgusted at Rose, while Hazard takes it in stride.[/color]
Hazard:[/color] Oh, I’m sorry. What does YOUR shirt look like?
Rose:[/color] Well, little brother, I’ve decided I’m not quite ready to whore myself out to the people just yet. Oh, there’d be a market for it. Every man, woman, child and Frenchman would be wearing them. But, hey…
Rose shrugs.[/color]
Rose:[/color] Not like I’m short on money, is it? Main eventing again, I’m sure you’ve noticed.
Hazard:[/color] Yeah, you’re doing alright these days, aren’t you? I’ll be up there soon, man.
Rose:[/color] You learned from the best. Anyway, get rid of her and we’ll talk.
Hazard looks uncertain, but complies.[/color]
Hazard:[/color] Ehh, sorry Nat…could you give us a minute?
Natasha:[/color] I don’t see why he can’t talk when I’m he-
Rose:[/color] (Interrupting) NAT. ASH. A. YOU LEAVE NOW. WE HAVE REAL THINGS TO TALK ABOUT. YOU GO OUTSIDE AND IRON, YES? DO SOMETHING USEFUL? MAYBE WE PAY YOU ONE DAY?
Natasha looks angry as she leaves the room, silently cursing Rose. She shuts the door as she walks through it.[/color]
Rose:[/color] Dude, you have to drop the Natzy.
Hazard:[/color] Shuddup, man. What d’you want to talk about?
Rose:[/color] I know what you’re up to. I heard all about it. And I want to remind you of just what you’re getting yourself into.
Hazard:[/color] Look, man. I’m not getting into anything. The guy was in trouble, and I’m not a piece of shit…what was I supposed to do?
Rose:[/color] Leave him? Keep him out of the way? Leave him to rot in whatever hovel Tempest…Tempest left him in.
At the mention of Tempest’s name, Rose hesitates, and looks worried.[/color]
Hazard:[/color] You scared he’ll beat you?
Rose:[/color] Tempest?
Hazard:[/color] Sabbath.
Rose:[/color] Oh…no, no. Jesus, have you not been watching? No one can beat me, man. Least of all that *finger quotes* Badass Evil Genius Legion Leader, Tempest.
Hazard:[/color] Sabbath.
Rose:[/color] Yeah, him.
Hazard looks confused at Rose.[/color]
Hazard:[/color] Everything alright, man?
Rose:[/color] Oh, totally. Yeah. Anyway, can’t stop. Got a busy night. Big match, main event! TV title to defend, backs to watch.
Hazard:[/color] Backs to w…?
But Rose has already left. Natasha comes back in as we go to commercial.[/color][/center]