Post by jstyles on Feb 28, 2011 15:55:29 GMT -5
We go live inside the National stadium in Baghdad Iraq where we Iraqi people all over the arena a long with the men and woman of the United States army! We then go to the NEW Tron were the United States National Anthem is played in front of all these Iraqi people which causes many boo's. Once it had finished playing we cut to Clark Benson and Vince Walters live at there commentary set at ringside. Clark had on an army helmet and a United States Marine type outfit while Vince Walters was sporting a Us Navy t shirt and a Navy hat a long a long with blue jeans.
Clark Benson: Welcome everyone to a very special World War X pay per view live from the heart of Iraq it self.
Vince Walters: That's right Clark the N.E.W is not scared to march right into the god damned capitol and put on one of our biggest pay per views of the year.
Clark Benson: For those who were wondering I am Clark Benson and that is Vince Walters and this is World War X!
Vince Walters: That's right and this is the N.E.W!
Clark Benson : "Oh here we are in a very hot Baghdad. The locals have mostly been friendly and encouraging to us. And our troops have been awesome."
Vince Walters : "What? What you................"
The whole place drops into darkness. The fans literally blow up as the big screen comes to life. Upon it is a circle of ice, with the Iraqi flag in the centre of it.
Suddenly the ice explodes on the big screen, as the fans literally jump from the shock. The roving arm of the cameras picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher. Ice Blue strobes cut around the arena as blue smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way. The curtain at the top of the ramp way parts and they emerge.
Standing there is Abdul Bin Hussain, dressed in traditional Arab clothes. He is standing between his manager Rafiq and his sister Nazirah. Nazirah is dressed in the traditional Burqa. Rafiq carries the Iraqi flag on a pole. They look about themselves at the crowds who are booing quite loudly.
Clark Benson : "What‘s he doing here? He got fired from NEW months ago."
Vince Walters : "We are in his home country Clark."
Slowly Rafiq walks down the ramp way, taking in the boos with a look of amusement on his face. He is actually laughing. He reaches the ringside and climbs the stairs; Abdul and Nazirah enter the ring. Noting a sign that reads "USA!!!" he smiles and nods acknowledging the holder of the sign before grabbing it and ripping it in half. He climbs between the ropes and strides to the far side of the ring. Climbing the turnbuckle he lifts the flag he holds up high too the boos of the crowd. Flash bulbs blink from all around the arena catching this moment in history.
He gets down and looks around he nods his head and stands in the middle of the ring, and raises the flag before passing it to Nazirah.
Vince Walters : "What a surprise? The people booing Abdul Bin Hussain?"
Clark Benson : "I notice the hint of sarcasm in your voice, but it is mostly US service men and women in the crowd."
Rafiq leans over the ropes and grabs a microphone off of one of the ring crew. He returns to the centre of the ring tapping the microphone making sure it is working. He looks around the arena awaiting the people to be quiet so he can talk.
The boos slowly quiet down after a while. Rafiq can't believe the reaction that he is getting. He brings the microphone up.
Rafiq : "We should have expected this reception from you........."
The boos erupt again.
Laughing Rafiq walks around the ring, soaking up the response from the crowd.
Rafiq : "I have in this very ring the pride of our nation of Iraq you people think it is good to boo him? He is a good honourable man unlike the politicians of the United States of America."
The boos are louder than ever.
Rafiq : "Oh how original of you. You sit there on your obese asses booing the greatest prospect this company…….NO!!! America has ever seen. You disrespect him? You disrespect him here in his home country? You disrespect the Arab nation? What is it with you people? Are you so scared of people that are different from yourselves? Are you so afraid of change? Well let me point it out to you. Abdul Bin Hussain is the real thing. He was unjustly fired from NEW for being too good."
Rafiq is smiling.
Rafiq : "That is why we are here."
He looks around and motions to Abdul who is just standing still in one of the corners menacingly. He hands the microphone to Abdul.
Abdul: "A new era has just begun right in front of your faces NEW fans. The dawning of the Son of Hussain, the Age of Abdul Bin Hussain has finally began right in your faces. That is why you American‘s will lose this war in the long run. You let your women do what they want. If you want to see a proper woman look at my sister she is what it is like to be a Iraqi woman."
He holds his left hand up to his left ear.
Abdul: "I will get under the skin of NEW. I will prevail for I am from the Arab Nations and you infidels do not stand a chance. You rely on us for your oil. If you didn‘t need our oil would you have started this unjust war on my country? Would you have wanted revenge on terrorist attacks on your own soil without proof that a single person from Iraq was involved?"
A sly smile crosses his face for a second.
Abdul : "Do you? Would you? You see NEW is like the United States of America, it is tried to hold me down. You see could one of the major promotions in this industry push a wrestler from Iraq up in its ranks? Could it let me one day be its World Champion? No it couldn‘t. Why? Why? Because like the United States of America, NEW is prejudice against me. It is because I am an Arab, it is a race thing."
He shakes his head and scratches his beard.
Abdul : "Or maybe it’s the whole ignore him and he‘ll go away ploy?"
He cocks his head to the side, then tilts it backwards and lets off a maniacal laugh.
Abdul: "Go away? I don‘t think so. I‘m here for the long run so NEW if you want revenge bring it. What?"
He stands up, angrily. Grabbing the chair he throws it out the ring.
Abdul: "The scars given to me by the United States of America might not be psychically healed but I will get the payback required for starters. You see you American‘s are too busy with your Oscars and watching your Glee to realise what is going on in the real world. Like do you realise what is going on in Libya at the moment?"
He cocks his head to the side and listens.
Abdul: "You will care when you have to pay big money for your gas."
His mouth curls up.
Abdul: "But there’s more to come.”
He turns and walks towards the ropes, but pauses before he leaves, turns and looks deep in the camera he has his arms outstretched.
Abdul: "Allah Ackbar!!"
The crowds boo.
Bursting through the curtains at the top of the entrance ramp, Jesse Styles.
Jesse : “Abdul the reason you’re not in NEW still is you were awful. You just couldn’t run with the rest of the roster. And with this anti-American tirade it won’t win you points with me, the owner. But I’ll throw you a bone, you beat me and you get your job back.”
He comes at a run to the ring, a referee running behind him as quickly as he can to keep up with the furious man. Jesse hits the ring as Abdul springs to his feet, moving forward and slamming the microphone into the head of the owner of NEW. The pop and boom are heard around the arena. He continues to use the microphone stump, now broken and cracked, to slam into Jesse's head. A cut opens up above Jesse's eye, but with his teeth bared he tosses Abdul back into the ropes and with one strong backhand shoots the remains of the microphone out into the crowd.
Clark Benson : “Why would Jesse even give this punk a shot?”
Jesse moves in, grabbing Abdul by the neck and slams him up against the turnbuckle. But Abdul rakes the eyes and slides out and down, under Jesse's legs and up behind him. Abdul quickly locks in a sleeper hold as the crowd begin to boo. Jesse grabs the ropes, and the referee warns Abdul to release the hold. But before Abdul does, Jesse rams his head backward, catching Abdul in the temple with the head butt and sends him reeling. Jesse shoots back with a series of elbows, then tosses Abdul into the ropes. Abdul ducks the clothesline attempt and returns with a arm bar and works to lock it in. Both wrestlers go down to the mat, and Jesse uses his upper body strength to power out of the hold, but Abdul moves quickly up and around and slaps on a cross face submission hold. Using his legs to hold Jesse's arms away from the ropes, the referee leans down to ask Jesse if he will submit.
Clark Benson : “He will never submit. He will not give into Abdul!”
Jesse screams a war cry and leans into Abdul's hold, then rolls up and over it to break the hold. Jesse climbs to his feet faster than Abdul, and brings a boot down into Abdul's skull. Abdul bounces on the mat, coughing blood as Jesse pushes the referee to one side and continues stomping down on his opponent's head. Bringing Abdul up with one large hand, Jesse pops Abdul in the head and locks in a double arm bar. Abdul screams and twists to break free, but Jesse has the submission hold tightly locked in and Abdul finds himself unable to break free. He somehow twists, and brings up a boot and nails Jesse over the eye with one stiff kick. Jesse lets go of the hold and stumbles backwards. Moving forward quickly, Abdul hits a running clothesline that forces Jesse out of the ring and down to the concrete floor.
Vince Walters : “What's Abdul up to now?”
Abdul flips himself over the top rope in a flying splash, but is caught by Jesse on the outside and rammed, back first, into the steel turnbuckle. Abdul screams in pain and collapses on the ground. Jesse grabs a chair from ringside, but the referee is out, warning him, threatening the disqualification. Grumbling something about being his boss, Jesse tosses the chair aside and it clatters to the floor. Jesse picks up Abdul and launches him back into the ring over the top rope, then slowly climbs in after him. Abdul holds his arm. Jesse, seeing the weakness, grabs the injured arm and snaps it into a clothesline that take Abdul onto the mat. On his back Abdul kicks up with hard boots, but Jesse struggles to avoid them and drives a knee into Abdul's injured arm.
Clark Benson : “Come on Jesse!”
Jesse rolls to one side, but not fast enough to avoid another wild kick from Abdul that catches him in the nose and causes him to stumble back into the ropes. Jesse is dazed, and Abdul, his arm still limp and loose, moves in and hooks in a bear hug. Jesse screams in pain, but is able to quickly hook the ropes and shoves Abdul off.
Jesse comes off the ropes and grabs Abdul into a full nelson hold. Working to bring it into a dragon suplex, Abdul hooks the leg and moves down, blocking the hold. Undaunted, Jesse and Abdul meet in a reverse Greco-Roman lock up, but Abdul is able to slip away and slams Jesse with another of his stiff kicks to the side of the head. Abdul, frantic now, uses heavy chops with his strong arm to work away at the back, shoulders, neck and finally chest of Jesse. Abdul moves closer and attempts to slap on a double chicken wing hold, leaping onto Jesse's back for more leverage. But Jesse falls backwards, slamming back onto the mat and crushing Abdul beneath him. But Abdul does not let go of the hold, and both men roll toward the ropes, through them, and crash down onto the floor.
Vince Walters : “We don’t need Abdul back in NEW.”
But on the concrete, Abdul keeps the double chicken wing hold locked in, holding on for dear life on the outside. Jesse struggles to his feet, desperate to get free from the hold and his back twitching in agony. Abdul unknowingly slightly loosens the hold just enough for Jesse to flip him up and over... Abdul's back slamming into the ring apron. Abdul clutches his back with his good arm, and Jesse scoops him up and rolls him back into the ring. On the mat, Jesse brutally stomps down, still favouring the back that was aching from the submission hold. Measuring Abdul, Jesse hits the rolling elbow and quickly scooped up Abdul and tosses him into the dragon suplex. The move hits solidly.
Clark Benson : “Oww, that's got to hurt.”
Vince Walters : “Yeah, what's he doing now?”
Jesse lifts Abdul back up again and hit’s a big time ddt. Signalling for the end he locks in a cross face arm bar on the groggy Abdul. The referee goes to check on Abdul but he isn't going to submit. He lift Abdul's arm, once, twice, three times it drops. The referee calls for the bell as Abdul is unconscious. Jesse grabs a microphone.
Jesse Styles : “Now get out of my ring so we can get on with the show.”
We then cut away to the World War X opening video.
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As we come back from the video both rings are already set up, a larger than life spectacle that through the night will only get bigger. In the ring 2 referee’s stand, a golden brief case in each of their hands, as the buzz from the crowd gives the opening match all of the aura that it deserves. Brandy Boss steps through the ring ropes and raises the mic to her lips, as 2 long cables lower from the rafters above the squared circles.
Brandy Boss: The following contest is the Golden Opportunity double ring ladder match! The match will continue until both of the brief cases have been removed from the rafters. Now introducing your competitors!
The 9 people fighting in the match emerge from the back one by one. First is Nikkie Synn and Blair Buchannan, who almost look to be going over a game plan with each other.
Clark Benson: Is it just me, or do these 2 look like they’re actually going to work together?
Vince Walters: Not a bad strategy if you ask me. Strength in numbers. You fend them off, I’ll climb the ladder.
Clark Benson: Yeah? Then what happens when I get the first case and have to leave ringside?
Vince Walters: I’m sure these ladies haven’t thought that far ahead Clark…but congrats to whoever gets to go first HA!
The 2 ladies are followed up a rotund Twice Nightly, who is actually taking the time to toss mini pies into the crowd as his 2 cronies AJ Pain and Crazy Clown stumble behind him.
Vince Walters: What are those? Mini quiches?
Clark Benson: Why in gods name would a guy who call’s himself the “Pie Man” be passing out quiches?
Vince Walters: Hey, a quiche is kind of a type of pie.
Clark Benson: Looks like it’s going to be a long night folks. A better question is, what the hell is AJ and that damn clown doing out there? I thought Twice was done with them?
Vince Walters: Those 2 are like AIDS, they're damn near impossible to get rid of. I don't think he's even noticed they are following him yet.
Next out of the back are the tag team of Deline and McKlayn. They appear to have the same mindset as Nikkie and Blair did, pointing at the cases, the ladders, and then discussing what is going to work best to make both of them theirs.
Clark Benson: There 2 have been quite impressive thus far, it should be interesting to see if they can live up to the hype in a super high profile match like this.
Vince Walters: I just get the feeling that all of this camaraderie is going to go straight out the window once people really realize what’s on the line. Last year with the Golden Contract, which was successfully cashed in might I add, the young blood title was also give to the second case holder.
Clark Benson: Let’s also not forget that the cases are completely randomly placed up there. Just because you get the first case, doesn’t mean you have that anytime, anywhere title shot.
Vince Walters: That is one hell of a point.
Next out of the back is a confident looking Jason Scene.
Clark Benson: In his first of 2 matches tonight, it should be interesting to see if the Scene Stealer can come away with a case and maybe realize his dream of someday becoming an NEW champion.
Vince Walters: Scene is my pick as a front runner. He may not have a tag partner or a stable mate to back him up in this match, but he has been dominant since his return to the NEW….with only that one questionable loss to Nocturnal that could have made him the number one contender hanging over his head.
The next man out is Austin Impact, who seems more focused than ever before in his NEW career.
Clark Benson: Here’s a man who might be a sleeper. I wouldn’t count him out in terms of grabbing one of those cases.
Vince Walters: Hell we all know Austin likes to go big, he might just take one and then stick around to grab the other one. He’s a guy who really brings it every time he gets into the ring.
The final competitor to make his way out is the NEW newcomer Jack of Gunz.
Clark Benson: Now this is my dark horse, pardon the pun, to take one of the cases. He claims to be from the depths of hell, so how can you stop that?
Vince Walters: In his debut match it should be exciting to see what he can do, but I don’t see him coming away with anything other than a bruised ego at the hands of some of the NEW’s best.
Stretched out over 2 rings all of the combatants have entered. In ring one is Scene, Jack, Austin and the team of Mcklayn and Deline, while in the other ring is Blair, Nikkie and Twice nightly.
DING DING DING
Vince Walters: The match is official ladies and gents, and things already aren’t looking well for Twice Nightly. He’s over there by himself with the obviously on the same page Nikkie and Blair.
Twice looks at the 2 advancing ladies, and puts his arms out wide, even being heard by the people at ring side saying “Group Hug”.
Clark Benson: Interesting tactic by the pie man, and it seems as if his boyish good looks are going to sucker the girls in. They’re going for the hug!
Vince Walters: That’s the most painful damn hug I’ve ever seen. Double boot to the gut followed by a DDT. Twice just got planted.
The girls check the other ring and realize they are actually being over looked, before sliding out of ring 2 and grabbing the largest ladder from ringside.
Vince Walters: In ring 2 it looks like we’re already going to see if loyalties stick. Ring one is battling it out, and the girls might get a quick and easy case here.
Clark Benson: But how will they decide just who actually gets the case?
Vince Walters: I think that’s what I already alluded to Clark. Thanks so much Mr. Obvious.
Nikkie and Blair set the ladder up, and Blair quickly goes to climb up the right side…while Nikkie climbs up the left. They make it only about 4 rungs up before they catch each others eye and the argument ensures. This gives Twice plenty of time to get back up to his feet, grabbing an ankle each of the girls and pulling them back down to the mat.
Vince Walters: Triple head butt by Twice, using his head in the middle and slamming the girls into each side.
Clark Benson: Could it be that it’s twices time to shine?
As Twice tries to scale the ladder, in ring one there is an obvious omission form the people who are supposed to be in the ring.
Vince Walters: I know we were concentrating on ring two, but I seem to have lost track of Jason Scene.
In the ring Jack is exchanging blows with Austin, while Deline and Mcklayn are doing much the same as Nikkie and Blair collecting a ladder from outside. Scene is no where to be found.
Clark Benson: Interesting. I guess if we see anyone wearing a mask our question will be answered.
Vince Walters: You mean someone wearing a mask besides Jack right?
Clark Benson: I figured that was implied.
Speaking of Jack, he gets a quick upper hand on Austin with a pair of hard back elbows followed by a jaw jacking upper cut. Just as he turns around though he catches the middle of the oncoming ladder from Deline and Mcklayn.
Clark Benson: Back over in ring 2, Twice is about half way up the ladder…huffing and puffing the whole way.
As Twice tries to climb the ladder, we see AJ and Clown hit the ring. At his feet they both begin to push, putting all their might into forcing the big guy up the ladder.
Clark Benson: Even with 2 people pushing him, I don’t see a whole lot of movement.
Vince Walters: CUT SCENE! Scene just came out of nowhere, scaled up the other side of the ladder, and sent Twice smashing to the mat with his finisher!
Clark Benson: And as Nikkie and Blair have seemingly recovered from the head butt from Twice, Scene is gone again? He hit that move and utterly disappeared.
Vince Walters: I think Jason is picking his spots.
Clark Benson: I would have to agree with you there.
Now in both rings it’s the tag teams standing tall. McKlayn and Deline don’t have any differences, as McKlayn holds the ladder while Deline climbs. On the flip side, Blair and Nikkie still seem to be having differences.
Clark Benson: Can’t these 2 just have a game of rock paper scissors and we’ll call it a day? I mean this match could very well be over in moments if they could just decide who got the case.
Vince Walters: Just goes to show the call of gold is greater than the call of friendship.
As the ladies argue, both Jack and Austin have decided to try their luck in ring 2. Jack goes after Blair while Austin takes on Nikkie.
Clark Benson: And this is where the arguing ends. Nikkie just flattened Austin with a kick to the head, and Blair just nailed Jack with a low blow followed by a spear take down. NOW maybe they can figure this crap out.
Vince Walters: It looks like the TA champ is letting Nikkie climb the ladder, giving the NEW upstart her first real shot at stardom.
As Nikkie climbs Jack recovers much quicker than expected, and takes blair out from behind by the hair by driving her head into the mat. On the opposite side Scene has show up again dumping McKlayn and turning his attention to Deline up near the top of the ladder.
Clark Benson: Scene Just shoved the ladder Deline is on…
Vince Walters: And Jack just did the same! Both Nikkie and Deline are falling…Toward each other!
From the center of both rings, with the height of the ladders, both wrestlers at the top manage to fall and collide with each other on the way down before spilling hard into the squared circles below. The holy shit chant emanates from the crowd for the first time.
Clark Benson: Wow…just wow. Both Deline and Nikkie just fell to the mat in a crumpled mass.
Vince Walters: Now it’s up to someone to pick up the pieces. Everyone is down except Scene and Jack.
Clark Benson: And both men are now setting up the ladders!
Jack and Scene set up their respective ladders and begin to climb. Scene however pauses as he notices Jack, and climbs back down.
Clark Benson: What the hell is Scene doing? He could have got one of the cases right there?
Vince Walters: Maybe he wants the case Jack is going for, seeing as he’s going to the other ring.
Scene climbs up the other side of Jacks ladder, and the 2 begin exchanging blows. Scene gets the upper hand, and actually pulls Jack into the air for a suplex off the near top of the ladder.
Vince Walters: Look at the strength by Jason Scene! I can’t believe this!
Clark Benson: and he’s…stepping down the ladder while holding Jack up? Look at the balance as well as the power!
Scene gets about 4 rungs down, and then drops back with the suplex. The distance from the ropes causes Jack to his them and bounce off adding more impact to the move.
Vince Walters: So Scene passes up a case to cost Jack one. Interesting.
Clark Benson: And now with pretty much everyone recovered aside from the people who have taken the big falls off the ladder, he might have lost his chance.
Vince Walters: And we might have lost Scene. He’s gone again? What the hell?
Twice and Austin are both back up and battling it out while Blair has regrouped and is fighting with McKlayn. Jack, Nikkie and Deline are all still down nursing their wounds…and of course Scene is under the ring.
Clark Benson: You know that’s the thing with these types of matches, they could literally go on forever. Everyone is trying to one up the other person and keep them from winning, and it makes it so no one can win.
Vince Walters: Thank you again for that Captain Obvious….we all didn’t know that already.
Clark Benson: Shut…up….
Vince Walters: We both know that’s not going to happen. Austin is getting the upper hand on Twice, sending the big man into the ropes…and out to the mat below as…there he is again, Jason Scene pulls down the top rope.
Clark Benson: Twice hit hard…and what the hell is Scene doing?
Armed with a pair of Handcuffs, Scene locks the arm of twice to the barrier rail with a laugh, before crawling back under the ring.
Vince Walters: It would appear that Jason Scene is the only one who came to this match with a sound game plan. Hide and seek, followed with divide and conquer
Clark Benson: I can’t say I agree with the tactic, but it’s a sound strategy.
With Twice out of the ring, Austin takes his first big shot at the case setting up a ladder and climbing all the way to the top.
Vince Walters: This is Austin’s chance! I think he might have it!
Clark Benson: Nope. Here comes McKlayn and Blair both playing the rolls of spoiler…they’re…they’re…Picking up the ladder?
Knowing what is at stake and seeing the opportunity to make a big impact in the match, Mcklayn and Blair lift the ladder up off the ground, Austin still trying to balance at the top. As they reach the side of the ring they both dump at the same time, sending Austin spilling off the top of the ladder and into the audio visual pit. Sparks begin to fly as the arena sound system is temporarily overloaded.
Vince Walters: And that is why the AV pit is usually up by the top of the ramp.
Clark Benson: Are you really worried about the AV pit placement? Austin might be dead! Holy…
And the fans finish Clark’s sentiment, as the Holy Shit chant breaks out again. In the ring still holding the ladder Blair seems proud of what she did, until McKlayn sees his opening.
Vince Walters: McKlayn just slammed the ladder shut onto her fingers as she was still gripping it.
Clark Benson: And now she’s been dumped outside just like Twice. Is it Mcklayn’s time?
As McKlayn sets up the ladder, Blair holds her most likely broken fingers after the pinch of the ladder instantly bruised them. However, Blair isn’t visible for long.
Clark Benson: Blair just got pulled under the ring! What the hell is Scene up too now?
Vince Walters: I don’t know, but if this keeps up I’m changing his name to Scene-swaggle.
Clark Benson: That was just about as stupid as the character Swaggle himself. You need some new material.
Vince Walters: I got some new material. Fuck you.
Clark Benson: Oh real original. I’m sure the FCC will be thrilled.
In the ring McKlayn begins to climb, and Scene chooses his moment once again.
Vince Walters: Jack of Gunz is back up trying to stop McKlayn.
Clark Benson: And with everyone’s attention on ring 2, Scene has reemerged from under the ring in ring one!
Scene wastes little time setting up the ladder, climbing to the top, and retrieving the first of the 2 cases.
Vince Walters: There it is! The first case has been taken down.
Clark Benson: I can’t say I’m surprised. Scene has been planning for this moment the entire match.
Vince Walters: Bodies are literally everywhere, and in ring 2 McKlayn and Jack are both battling at the top of the ladder.
Jack and McKlayn exchange shots at the top of the ladder, each man reeling but recovering before falling off. Finally Jack hit’s a European upper cut that staggers McKlayn, followed with a move that will be on highlight reels for months if not years to come.
Clark Benson: McKlayn is stunned…Jack just turned around on the ladder gripping the top….HEADSHOT! The pele kick from the top of the ladder!
Vince Walters: McKlayn is down and out, having been kicked in the head and then the fall from the top of the ladder…and somehow Jack managed to hang on!
Jack turns himself around, and reaches out for the case. However as he glances down he see’s the owner of the first case Jason Scene with his hands on the ladder.
Clark Benson: What the hell is Scene doing? He already has his case!
Vince Walters: Scene just mouthed “Next time” to Jack, and is now leaving the ring with his case. He could have just cost Jack the match.
Clark Benson: I don’t think he cares though, as Jack just unfastened the case and ended this match.
Vince Walters: Here are your winners folks, Jason Scene and Jack of Gunz!
Clark Benson: Now all that’s left is to find out who got the Golden Contract, and who got the consolation prize.
WINNERS: JASON SCENE AND JACK OF GUNZ
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In their locker room backstage, Nick Haute and his entourage have conferred a small meeting. Carrie Haute and Outer Limits Jr. sit in steel chairs, while Doc looks about anxiously from beside the door, Nick is leaning against a row of lockers. The camera’s seem to have caught a conversation already in progress.
Nick: -nd I don’t want the three of you getting caught up in the shit storm that’s going to come from this.
The camera gets a better view of Carrie, who seems to have tears in her eyes.
Carrie: Oh my god, how could this happen?
Nick grins morosely, like a man facing the gallows.
Nick: Liquor, mostly. A little depression, too. I ain’t looking forward to what’s coming, but there’s things in life you can’t avoid, even if they’re unfair and going to hurt a lot of people.
Nick looks down at the floor, fingers running through his hair.
Nick: How could I have been so STUPID!?
Jr.: This is fucked up, Nick. You sure there’s no way out of it?
Nick raises his head and glares at Jr.
Nick: If there was, I’d have taken it by now.
Doc: So what is it you presume we do, Mr. Haute?
Nick digs into his pocket and retrieves three plane tickets.
Nick: I want you to go ahead back to the States; I’ll see you three when NEW gets back there.
Doc: Surely you do not assume that this ugliness will not follow you back from here.
Nick: Of course not, I’m just trying to make sure you three don’t get dragged down with me, now go on.
Nick hands Carrie the tickets and clasps hands with her.
Nick: Take care of those two goofballs, alright? Don’t worry, we’ll survive, we always do.
Hesitantly, Carrie stands, then embraces her brother, crying.
Carrie: Please, be safe.
Nick hugs his sister tight, eyes closed.
Nick: I will, now hurry, it won’t be long before they come for me.
Carrie, despondent at the latest supposed tragedy to hit the Haute clan, quickly exits the room, followed reluctantly by Doc. Jr. stands, looking Nick in the eyes.
Jr.: Nick.
Nick: What?
Jr. extends his green-skinned hand, Nick blinks at the sight of an actual sign of respect from his ‘friend’, before taking it and shaking it warmly, dragging the little alien into a hug.
Jr.: Whoa whoa, don’t get gay on me now.
Nick lets go of the hug and Jr. beats a hasty retreat out of the room, leaving Nick by himself. There are a few moments where he merely stands there, breathing in and out, seemingly making peace with himself.
Then there is a knock at the door and, without waiting for an answer, in walks Triple X, Jason Scene, and Mike “Psycho” Price.
Nick: Hello boys.
Nick charges the trio, fists raised, but the screen blacks out before the fans can see what happens.
Benson: What the fuck are DHS going to do to Nick Haute?
Walters: Aw, come on, Benson, it’s obvious that the Stable Wars just had its first elimination, BEFORE THE MATCH! *laughs* See ya later, you sarcastic prick!
Clark Benson: Such an asshole
Vince Walters: Who me?
Clark Benson: Of course I am talking about you.
The view cuts to backstage again, a group of EMTs are carting a stretcher down the hall, a limp arm hangs out from the side, the body isn’t moving. The technicians quickly load the stretcher and its occupant into a waiting ambulance which drives away. The camera slowly pans to see Triple X, Jason Scene, Mike Price, and the Masked Man, their knuckles red with blood.
Benson: Oh my god…
Walters: Ha! Fucking told ya, Benson, the Ronin were already going into this match without their leader, looks like the Society wanted to make godamned positive Haute didn't stick his nose where it didn't belong!
Benson: The Dark Horse Society seems to have taken Nick Haute out of the equation, we need someone to get an update on his condition.
Walters: Here’s your update: Nick Haute’s about as dead as your sex life. *laughs*
Benson: You are a despicable human being.
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We go to Clark Benson and Vince Walters at ringside as the official theme for NEW World War X plays over the PA, Vince and Clark look into the camera as they give their opinions going into the next match.
Clark Benson: The ladders and bodies have been taken away from ringside, and Vince what a match for the Golden Contract.
Vince Walters: Great match Clark, and now we move on to a match which could possibly steal the show.
Clark Benson: Right you are Vince, tonight we unify the belts. Aaron Abraham and Cera meet in a unification match of the Young Blood and Futurity Championships. And to do the introductions, let’s go to Tom Davis in the ring.
DING! DING!! DING!!!
Tom Davis: The following match is scheduled for one-fall, and it is for the Unified Young Blood and Futurity Championship!!!
Welcome Home by Coheed and Cambria screeches through the audio system. The crowd arise in anticipation but do not see anybody stood at the top of the ramp. For 30 seconds the music plays and then eventually Aaron Abraham appears.
Tom Davis: Introducing first, from Camden, New Jersey weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-eight pounds, he's the NEW Young Blood Champion... AAARON ABRAHAAAM!!!
He is looking focused and intense as he raises a fist in the air and walks to the ring before rolling under the bottom rope and climbing to his feet. Patting the Championship he wears on his waist as he stares towards the ramp, focused, determined and waiting for Cera to make her way to the ring.
Abraham's music fades.
Tom Davis: And introducing his opponent...
With her Futurity Championship in hand, Cera appears on stage and heads to the ring, the fans who know of her, booing her due to her alliance with The Business, while the natives who don't know her look on in excitement.
Tom Davis: ...From Sky Valley, Georgia, weighing in at one-hundred and thirty-five pounds, representing The Business, she is the NEW Futurity Champion... CERRRA!!!
Clark Benson: This match is going to be toughly fought, we have Cera who's really in the spotlight after joining The Business and then we have Aaron Abraham who has done nothing, but impress, since he joined New Edge Wrestling. Who will leave here, the NEW Young Blood and Futurity Champion?
Vince Walters: Yeah, but I mean it doesn't take much to win the Futurity Championship. Molly Mayhem won it after all.
Clark Benson: She also had a reign as World Champion! Does that take away the prestige?
Vince Walters: Huh... You have a point. I heard she was cheating, using steroids and stuff. Tut, tut, tut, very unprofessional.
Cera raises her Futurity Championship overhead in the ring as Abraham looks on, the camera getting a look at his face as he prepares for the bell, moving on the spot as Cera hands her Championship to the referee and her music comes to an end. The roar of the crowd in Iraq resonates throughout the arena as the referee hands both Championships to ringside and calls for the bell to begin the match.
DING! DING!!!
Clark Benson: And here we go!
Abraham begins circling the ring, eyeing Cera up as she does the same, keeping a distance from Aaron, until Abraham goes for her foot. Like a snake slithering on the mat, looking to take her to the floor, but Cera moves and backs away.
Vince Walters: Trying to get in-between her legs there Clark.
Clark Benson: Great color commentary Vince, some insight.
Abraham moves forward but Cera connects with a stiff kick to the gut of Aaron, Cera takes early control, hitting Abraham with stiff kicks, the redness appears on Abrham's torso as he backs up into the corner. Cera unleashing kick after kick on him against the turnbuckle as the crowd count to the amount of kicks Cera hits him with in the corner.
... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten... Eleven... Twelve...
Vince Walters: Cera is kicking the crap out of this guy... Literally!
... Fifteen... Sixteen... Seventeen... Eighteen... Nineteen...
Vince Walters & Clark Benson: TWENTY!!!
Cera, backs away from the corner as Aaron slumps down into it, on his ass as Cera takes a quick breather before taking a short run-up and driving her feet into the face of Abraham.
Clark Benson: Great show of speed there by Cera.
Cera takes Aaron from her corner and brings him into the middle of the ring, sending him against the ropes with an Irish Whip and going for a Dropkick on him as he comes back, but Aaron wraps his arms around the ropes and Cera lands back first on the mat. As she sits up, Aaron comes at her with a thunderous kick to the face of Cera as the crowd pops!
Clark Benson: What a kick? Did you hear that? Jesus!
Abraham goes into what he knows best, a submission, locking in a Headlock with his thighs. Clenching as he attempts to squeeze the life out of Cera.
Vince Walters: Great tactic from Aaron, weakening Cera with a tight submission. Look at his chest, even with the tattoo you can see the welt from the kicks. His chest is brighter than the Baghdad sun!
Cera's completion turns to a deep blue, but with the help from her foot, she stretches and gets it under the bottom rope. Aaron is forced to break the hold as Cera scurries under the bottom rope and to the outside.
Clark Benson: Nice tactic from Cera here in-front of our announce table, taking a breather after tha.. LOOK OUT!!!
Even with her back turned, Aaron Abraham comes soaring over the top rope, hitting Cera, taking her out with a Flip to the outside of the ring. Aaron comes to his feet almost instantly as the fans show their alliance.
AB-RA-HAM!!! AB-RA-HAM!!! AB-RA-HAM!!!
Vince Walters: High risk, daring, exciting move from Aaron Abraham. And with Cera's back turned, she has no clue what he just did.
Aaron takes Cera by the hair and rolls her back into the ring, the fans chants dull down a bit as Abraham makes the first attempt of a pin in the match...
1.......
2.......
Cera kicks out!
Clark Benson: Abraham needs to capitalize here!
Aaron brings Cera to her feet, and locks her into a headlock. The camera closes in on the face of Abraham, the sinister look of a man determined to win. Aaron releases the hold and bends Cera down, putting her head between his legs and hitting a Sit-Out Powerbomb, placing his legs over Cera's arms for the cover.
1............
2.............
Cera kicks out again.
Aaron continues his "take no prisoners" attitude he's implementing in the match, bringing Cera to her feet and placing her in a Suplex position, jolting his hips and planting her with a hard Snap Suplex, rolling over her and making the third pin attempt of the match.
1.........
2.........
Once again, Cera gets the shoulder up, but that one was close.
Clark Benson: Great wrestling here from Aaron Abraham, really taking it to Cera, she's on the back foot here, she needs to get back into this match. She looks weak and already at a disadvantage and Aaron isn't going to give up, as he locks in another submission attempt here.
Vince Walters: Great submission wrestler is Abraham, probably the best on the New Edge roster.
Aaron locks in a Cross Face Chicken Wing on the mat as Cera tries ripping away with her hands. Aaron screams for her to quit, but Cera doesn't give in, stretching with her arm for the bottom rope, moving an inch or two closer with her hips as she is a hair away!
Clark Benson: Will she make it? Will she make the bottom rope?!
Cera's arm is as stretched as it can possibly go, but she makes it to the rope, grasping onto it and pulling it as Aaron lets out a roar of frustration, not breaking the hold while the referee makes the five count before releasing on three, unwrapping his legs from her waist as he goes through his arsenal in his mind.
Clark Benson: If Aaron hits The Dead End on Cera I can't see her kicking out. She’s taken a beating from the Young Blood Champion.
Aaron sits on his knees for a few moments, looking out into the crowd, thinking over what he should do. He thinks of something as he goes to Cera to bring her to the middle of the ring, but Cera fights back with shots to the gut of Aaron Abraham, one knocks Aaron back as Cera crawls onto the apron making an attempt to get to the top turnbuckle, when she does she is met by Aaron as he climbs to the second. Cera and Aaron trade a couple shots before Cera knocks Aaron back and begins readjusting herself atop the turnbuckle.
Clark Benson: What's is she going to do?
Vince Walters: She's taking an awful long time up there, Aaron is coming to his feet.
As Aaron stands up straight he looks up as Cera comes flying onto him, taking him out and hooking the leg slightly after the Crossbody variation attempt.
1........
2.........
Aaron kicks out!
Clark Benson: She wasn't far off the three, Cera can get back into this with a couple big moves.
Cera charges off the ropes as Aaron is coming to and drives her knee into Aaron's face, with the Shining Wizard! But she doesn't make the pin attempt as Aaron is already making his way to his feet!
Clark Benson: How is he getting up for that so God damn quickly?
Vince Walters: We're in Iraq, it's Allah damn quickly over here.
Aaron is soon dropped to the floor again as Cera hits him in the side of the head with a Feint Kick, knocking Abraham down as she crawls to the pin, laying over his chest.
Vince Walters: This could do it!
1.......
2........
Aaron kicks out!
Clark Benson: But it doesn't! Good match here.
Cera gets to her feet, clearly irritated it’s taken this long to get the belt. Slowly she bends down and picks Abraham up by his hair, bringing him to his feet, before suddenly he knocks her hand away and strikes out with Forearm chop, followed by a backhand chop. As he continued to strike Cera with a series of shots, as the crowd slowly begin getting louder and louder.
Clark Benson: I think The Abraham Combo is proving to be pretty effective as he takes Cera up for a Snapmare…
Vince Walters: COME ON CERA!
Abraham finishes his combo with a series of kicks, finishing with a swift kick to her head. As Cera falls back on the mat, Abraham quickly drops down for a pin, hoping to end the match.
1......
2……
Cera gets the shoulder up!
Clark Benson: These two will not stay down!
Vince Walters: But Cera looks hurt after that one…
Abraham quickly gets to his feet as he looks down at Cera, holding her head in pain, before his eyes look over to the corner, and a smile crosses his face.
Clark Benson: What’s he doing?
Vince Walters: I dunno, but whatever it is, it’s gonna be big…
Aaron goes over to the turnbuckle, and quickly climbs up it with his back to Janason, turning his head slightly to see Cera slowly roll onto her front, and getting onto all fours, before he jumps, striking out with The Phoenix Splash, landing on Cera’s back, and making her cave under the sudden pressure, forcing her flat onto her front. Abraham, hurt by the impact, slowly turns Cera over and goes for the pin.
1……
2……
3!!!!!!
Clark Benson: ABRAHAM DOES IT!!!
Tom Davis: And your winner, and UNIFIED Young Blood Champion, “Double A” Aaron Abraham!
Clark Benson: Well ladies and gentlemen, after winning the Young Blood title last week against Nick Haute, Abraham went up a force to be reckoned with in Cera, and came out on top as our NEW Unified Young Blood Champion.
Vince Walters: Well anyway you look at it, either of these two competitors would have been a worthy champion, but at the end of the day, I seriously doubt this is over between these two.
Clark Benson: And I just received word from the back that we are about to unveil the suitcases from our Double Ring Ladder match earlier tonight, and now we take you to the back, where Jill Mathews is standing by with our two winners. Over to you Jill.
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Jill Matthews: I’m here with Jack of Gunz and Jason Scene, the winners of tonight’s Golden Opportunity cases. Right now we are set to see who is the new golden contract holder, and what the second case contains. Gentleman who want’s to go first.
Jason Scene: Let Jack…I already know what’s in mine.
Jack opens up his case and pulls out a piece of paper that reads “Guaranteed Trans Atlantic title shot”
Jill Matthews: Wow! It may not be a world title shot at any time, but Jack you just got a shot at the second highest title in the fed. Not bad after one week of being in the NEW. How do you feel?
Jack goes to talk, but before he can get a word out the case being held by Scene bounces across the back of his masked head.
Jill Matthews: Scene what the hell are you doing?
Jason Scene: I figured I’d answer for him. He feels like second fiddle to ME. Finally something in the NEW is going the right direction. Any time, Any place I can exercise my right to become the NEW champion…and with Justice right around the corner? Well lets just say that that SCENE is ready to be STOLEN! As for Jack? That was a little lesson in knowing your place. NO one in the NEW walks in after a week and makes more impact than me every time I step into the ring…and this golden contract? Well that’s crystal clear proof of the fact. Now Jill, you might want to have someone come clean up this mess.
Scene pushes Jack with his foot, and then makes his exit the case containing the Golden Contract well in his grasp.
Jill Matthews: Well you heard it and saw it here first guys. Scene is the new contract holder, and Jack of Gunz is guaranteed a Trans-Atlantic title shot when Jesse books it. Back to you Clark and Vince.
Clark Benson: You ever get the feeling that Scene knew just what case to pick?
Vince Walters: Are you insinuating that the brain child of this match, Triple X, fixed it for his stablemate?
Clark Benson: Not in so many words…but yes.
Vince Walters: Stranger things have happened. Just look at last years match.
Clark Benson: I’m not even going there…..
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i]We go to an overhead camera of the arena as the fans wait patinetly, the next match is the Stable Wars match but the cage isn't lowering, as we look overhead, everything goes dark![/i]
YEEEAHHHHHHHHHHH!
Clark Benson: He's baaaaaaack!
As the two violin strikes come at the beginning of "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" by Dropkick Murphy's, the fans that know who's coming cheer and stand to their feet as the song continues, before it kicks in and the strobe lights all fall to an emerald green as the first ever, and two time NEW Young Blood Champion, Sean Doherty walks onto the stage.
Vince Walters: After three months, Sean Doherty has returned to New Edge Wrestling!
Sean stares out into the crowd, the fans hands in the air as he looks on, walking over to either side of the stage before making his walk to the ring.
Tom Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to New Edge Wrestling, "The Irish Heartbreaker"... SEAN DOHERRTY!!!
Vince Walters: Sean Doherty has had in total, only twelve New Edge Wrestling televised matches and yet he's so known. That's one of a kind.
Clark Benson: Two time NEW Young Blood Champion, the first ever Young Blood Champion, he and Johnny Stylez have one of the best feuds in New Edge history. Sean has won one, Johnny has won one and they have a draw. And once again Sean Doherty is back.
Vince Walters: But what for?
Sean stands atop the middle turnbuckle on the far side of the ring and looks out into the crowd, before hoping off and taking a microphone from Tom Davis as he stands in the middle of the ring and the music dies down.
Clark Benson: Lets hear what Sean has to say.
Sean takes a moment to take it all in before speaking.
Sean Doherty: Yee' cunts will never get rid of me!
The fans cheer loudly as a big smile stretches across Sean's face.
Sean Doherty: Righ', lemme' get righ' to why I is back. Ya' see, Jimmy Styles...
Clark Benson: Jimmy Styles. HA!
Sean Doherty: ...Came to me an asked me, wha' he would have to do to get me back in tha' ring I is standin' in, righ' now. An I says to him, I said, I ain't comin' back, unless I get tha' right type of settin'. An so we talked it over an we came to an idea. An idea tha' will leave tha' hair in berween your crack standin' up!
The crowd laugh as Sean takes a second to think about how he should word the announcement.
Sean Doherty: Next month, at tha' pay-per-view called Demented, I come back again! An not only do I come back, but tha' actual match is named after me. It will be, tha' Sean Doherty Invitational. Tha' match is twenty cunts, wan' ring. Fifteen of these cunts, will be outsiders from this company. They will come in for a match, an step in tha' ring with me and four other members of tha' New Edge Wrestlin', for tha' chance to win $50,000 an a shot at either of tha' World Champions next week after tha' pay-per-view.
Clark Benson: Whoa!
Sean Doherty: Meself', an four others workin' ere, an fifteen cunts we don't know, in a rumble shtyle' match, for a bit of cash, some braggin' righ's, an tha' chance to be one of tha' NEW World Champions headin' into tha' biggest event of tha' year, Justice. Tha' is is, an I is out of here!
Sean drops the microphone and rolls under the bottom rope, as the fans pop at the announcement. Sean walks up the ramp and gives a thumbs up to everyone in attendance, as one of the matches for NEW's next PPV is announced, and it will be big.
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We head back to the announcement table for a closeup of Clark Benson and Vince Walters.
Clark- Folks you are watching World War X, and if we could turn your attention from the action for just a moment, one of our wrestlers KeNath Israel has sent us a video package from his recent inlisting into rehab.
Vince- Again? That junkee just can't sober up can he?
Clarck- Well it looks like he's trying to, let's go to the screen.
Israel rolls in his suitcase into a small room, it's filled almost totally with a circle of chars, each one filled, except for a sole seat. The clank of the door closing made everyone turn to Israel who then stopped dead in his tracks.
A middle aged white man with glasses and a green sweater stood up and greeted Israel.
"You must be here for our, N/A meetings. Take a seat."
The man's vopice was warm and welcoming, but unsettlingly high for Israel. As he sat down, KeNath began making notes his head.
'Large glasses, green sweater, curdorouys. Possibly homosexual, must investigate further.'
The man sat down in a folding chair at the head of the circle. He pointed at everyone, counting heads. He then turned to Kenath with a smile that didn't seem natural.
"Alright, here we like to introduce our selves, share a little. Okay."
KeNath shrugged and got up.
"I'm KeNath and..Well I'm a druggee."
"Hi KeNath."
Everyone replied like programmed drones, each in unison, no one was ahead, none behind. A few people nodded and smiled, some even waved. The man who had greeted Krayzee had cleared is throat and turned to Israel again.
"Hello, KeNath. I'm Dr. Gellis. Today, we are sharing stories, Rob was talking, and we'd like to get back to that."
Israel nodded and turned to the man talking. Rob was a skinny man, his pale skin and white polo shirt epmasized that alot. His voice was shrill, and he sounded as if he was mustering up all his strength to just speak.
"-It's lke nomatter what I do, I keep thinking of going back and buying some more meth. But when I look at my wallet and see that for once it's fulll, and staying full, tha-that make it all worth it."
He ended with a smile and everyone clapped. As obligated, Israel did aswell. Dr. Gellis asked Krayzee if he wanted to share aswell. He passed, but a few people egged him on and pressured him enough. He stood up and smoothed his hands over his black and green jersey he spoke.
"um. As-As a few of you may now, I'm a professional wrestler. In-In the past, I've been shrugging off my habit as somthing I actually like, but recently, I've...I've figured out that my habit of drug use has drove me into a rut that I may not get out of, but I hope I-I can just climb my way as much as I can."
The crowd clapped, except for one person.
"Aren't that wrestler who only talks about weed?"
Israel turned to the man and wince back at the most magnificent sight. The man he had idolized for years had been sitting near him the whole time.
"Bob Saget?"
Israels voice grew higher with surprise, and maybe even a bit of exitement.
"Marijuana isn't a drug, I used to suck dick for coke!"
"-I seen't him!"
Saget stood up andlowered his eyebrows.
"So, what? You bring the cameras in, try to make fun of us because we have addictions?"
Bob Saget scoffed as he glared at the cameras. As one of the men tried to close up on him, Bob shoved the camera way and turned his attention back on Israel.
"You should be ashamed of yourself! Exploiting us for what? A fake wrestling promo? How insen-"
At that momewnt Israel walked up to Mr. Saget and belted him across the nose knocking him down.
"That's for making full house!"
The much shorter Bob Saget got back up and swung back but the punch was eaten whole by Israel who responded with a knee to the stomach and a polish hammer to the side of the head.
"And that's for calling wrestling fake."
Bob answered with a punch to the gut and a few more to Krayzee's dome. KeNath backed up a bit but grabbed a chair and watched it across Saget's body, sending him flying. Israel ran up and tackled Saget befopre he made a full recovery and the two began a brawl.
Dr. Gelllis had tried to break the two up but was met with an unitentional kick to the balls by Bob Saget for his troubles. One of the addicts ran out the door to get help and in minutes the two were being pulled apart by security.
The camera fades out with the two trading profanities at each other. KeNath breaks his restraints and charges at Bob.
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We are back at the announcement table.
Vince Walters- Wow, it's gonna be hell for that guy.
Clark Benson- Bob Saget? Really? Wow. Well anyways, we at NEW wish Israel the best, and a speedy recovery. Let's get get back to the action shall we?
Vince Walters: Right after a quick message from our proud sponsor Clark!
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