Sinclairs vs Gavelon & Sipes vs EBDT/???

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[Doug Gavelon]

~It’s been a long road back but the twists, bumps and detours are almost at an end. Many months ago, Doug Gavelon and Tiffany were forced out of RCW by Havoc and the Family of Extreme. Since then, they’ve been fighting to get back into “normal” lives; let alone the ring. Now, they’ve dispatched of the Family with Doug set to face Havoc at the next Hog Heaven event. Before that can happen, Doug has a full plate of strife to face down. He and his cousin, RCW Natural Champion Nate Sipes, are entered in the RCW Hog Wild Tag Team Title Tournament. The winners will be the first ever champions. Each first round match is a 3 Way Dance and in Doug’s match, another old foe has returned.~

3/17/09
Fayetteville, AR
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12:35 p.m.

[For the first time since she was brutally attacked, Tiffany can rejoin her lost love Doug in their apartment. The living room is well-lit and seems full of life. Doug sits at the computer; watching his old matches against Chris Sinclair on Youtube. Tiffany is in the kitchen area next to him and cleaning the dishes. She finishes and flings the wet washcloth at Doug. It lands perfectly on his head as Tiffany laughs hysterically. He throws it back, runs at her and picks her up in his arms as they both laugh. Their eyes meet and they share a few moments of silence. Slowly, they reach out and kiss each other; their hands running through each other’s hair. They finish and look at each other again.]

DG: I’m so happy you’re home.

Tiffany: Me too. I’m even happier to be having real food. That stuff they serve in the hospital was torture enough let alone the surgeries.

[Doug’s smile, somehow, grows wider.]

DG: I’m sure it is.

[Doug lets her go and she turns around to wipe down the kitchen counter. Doug’s smile then fades as he thinks about her last comments: “surgeries.”]

DG: When they operated, were there any problems?

Tiffany: None really. My left shoulder will have some permanent soreness and they couldn’t fully fix this scar at the top of my hairline.

[Tiffany turns around to face Doug, pulls back her blonde hair and points out the small scar. It runs almost an inch across her forehead. Doug reaches out and places his hands around her head. He leans in and kisses the scar. Tiffany looks down and starts to blush. Doug takes his right hand and places it under her chin so that they can look into each other’s eyes again.]

DG: I love you.

Tiffany: I love you, too, Doug.

DG: Now, I just need to get over you kissing Juvinal.

[Tiffany playfully shoves Doug back and proceeds into the living room.]

Tiffany: Well, that distracted him long enough, didn’t it? Typical man, if you could call Juvinal that: gets wrapped around the little finger of an intelligent woman. Just like someone else I know.

[Tiffany shoots Doug a devilish look. Doug just rolls his eyes and throws her bag at her.]

DG: Are you ready to go then since you’re done busting my b*lls?

Tiffany: Who said I was done?

[Tiffany chuckles as Doug opens the door and signals for her to walk out. She continues to chuckle as she grabs her bag and walks out the door. Doug grabs his bag off of the couch and follows her out; closing the door behind him. They proceed down to his car and drive away.]

12:45 p.m.

[The couple pulls into the parking lot of the Boys and Girls Club. They proceed inside, down a few halls and through the door that says “Media Room.” They walk inside to find Bettie Lee Rose waiting for them. A couch and a chair are also set up in front of the camera.]

BLR: Hey guys! It’s great to see you together again.

Tiffany: Thanks, Bettie. It’s great to be back. Is Nate here yet?

[Bettie shakes her head.]

DG: He must still be working out with the Disciples and Hardcore Jesus. He’s been spending more time with them until his concussion’s completely cleared up. They took a helluva beating in that cage.

BLR: They sure did but at least it was worth it, wasn’t it?

DG: I’m not sure. I mean, I’m glad that the Family’s disbanded but the one person I wanted gone is still here. Now I’ve got at least two people gunning for me.

BLR: That’s right! Chris Sinclair’s back.

Tiffany: And his wife. I wouldn’t mind getting a rematch with her sometime. She got lucky in that Four Way Dance all those months ago.

DG: Well, when we get the chance, we’ll get you two women together, throw you in a pool and watch you go at it again.

[Doug smiles as Tiffany flashes an annoyed look at him. She smacks him in the shoulder as he laughs harder.]

DG: Now we’re even.

Tiffany: Oh yeah? Wait till we get home because then I’ll really let you have it.

DG: I’m sure you will.

[Tiffany smacks him again. Just then, the door opens and Nate Sipes walks in.]

NS: Sorry I’m late, you guys. I had to get away from the celebration.

DG: Celebration?

NS: Of Hardcore Jesus returning to the group and because it’s St. Patrick’s Day.

DG: Oh yeah!

[Doug smiles to himself but the smile fades when he remembers Hardcore Jesus’ past indulgences of alcohol.]

DG: So, is HJ back to his old ways?

NS: Not exactly. I mean, he’s drunk out of his mind but he’s not speaking the usual nonsense that he used to. He just keeps saying how much he wants to kick Havoc’s a**.

DG: Well, I can’t really blame him there. So, are you ready to do this?

NS: Yep, let’s get this over with. I’m going to work out some more afterward.

[Bettie takes the chair while the others take the couch; Nate on the left, Tiffany in the middle and Doug, closest to Bettie, on the right. Doug puts his arm around Tiffany who slides in closer to him. The record light turns red and Bettie begins.]

BLR: Hey everyone! Bettie Lee Rose here for an exclusive interview. I’m joined at this time by three members of the 7 Day Army: RCW Natural Champion Nate Sipes, “Burning Hammer” Doug Gavelon and his lovely but tough girlfriend Tiffany! They’re coming off a very hard fought victory in Steel Cage Warfare over Havoc and the now-disbanded Family of Extreme. Are there any nagging injuries from that match guys?

NS: Well, being the first guy to enter the cage, I can say that the only thing I had to worry about was a little bit of soreness the next day and a band-aid to cover up the cut. Besides that, everything’s fine with me.

DG: Yeah, I mean, we all got our dents and dings from that match. Of course, this one next to me…

[Doug nods towards Tiffany whose lips turn up into an annoyed look.]

DG: …came in at the very end and didn’t even get touched.

[Tiffany nudges Doug in the ribs and smiles.]

DG: But, all kidding aside, she was an intricate part of the match because she helped us eliminate the majority of the FOE and Havoc. I mean, I didn’t even know she would be wrestling again or even want to be with me again for that matter but when I turned around and saw her staring into my eyes and smiling, I knew that we had the match won and that she came back for me.

[Doug and Tiffany kiss each other as Bettie fans herself down a bit.]

BLR: Oh my word. Now, Tiffany, you returning was quite a surprise for everyone. How did that come about?

Tiffany: Months upon months of surgeries and physical therapy. I mean, when I was told that the only way to fix the damage that Havoc and the FOE caused was through plastic and reconstructive surgery, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to live with myself. Luckily, everything turned out fine, I was able to come back to RCW and be with Doug again.

BLR: And I can tell that everything’s going great with you two.

DG: You’ve got that right.

[Doug and Tiffany kiss again but quickly turn their attention back to Bettie.]

BLR: Now, Doug, you and Nate are entered in the Hog Wild Tag Team Title Tournament. Tell me how you guys decided to team up?

NS: Well, obviously, Doug and I are cousins and have a great love for wrestling. That’s why whenever Doug came back and we heard about the tournament, we were shocked when we realized that we’d never teamed together before. So, we decided to take the best pure wrestler in the world with the best strong style wrestler in the world and combine them into the best team in the world. There’s no doubt in my mind that at the end of this tournament, we will be the first RCW Hog Wild Tag Team Champions.

BLR: I hope you guys aren’t getting ahead of yourselves. You do have a tough first round match up at the upcoming Southern Dynamite.

DG: That’s very true. In fact, I’m willing to go out on a line and say that our match is the most competitive of the matches. No offense to the other participants but you have the current and former Natural Champion on one team, a great technical wrestler and his wife on another and possibly the Southern Heritage Champion and a mystery partner on the other. Everyone’s familiar with my history with Chris Sinclair. It’s no secret that every time we’ve faced each other, we’ve torn the house down. I expect this match to be no different. However, let’s not forget the score: twice we’ve faced off in big one-on-one matches and I left not only victorious but, at the time, with the RCW Natural Championship. Every time I’ve faced either him or one of his Canadian Horsemen stable mates, I’ve come out on top. Now, I could point to the fact that he’s been retired for a while now but that’s just a copout. Sinclair’s a wrestler; through and through. He’ll be ready for the match like he should but the difference is that I’ve faced top competitors and won since I returned from my exile. He’s being thrown to the wolves on his first real night back. I hope he isn’t disappointed when history repeats itself and I remind him and everyone why I’ve never lost to him.

[Doug takes a breath and leans back in the couch with a smirk on his face.]

DG: As for his wife, I know this one here…

[Doug nods at Tiffany.]

DG: …has been dying for a rematch. So, I say that after Nate and I eliminate the Sinclairs from the tournament that the two women go at it again. I think that would be a great match and show that the women in RCW are just as tough as the men. Denise is a great wrestler, just like Tiffany, but her fall will come like her husband. While she’s talented, she won’t be able to overcome the best tag team in the world: Nate Sipes and Doug Gavelon.

BLR: You mentioned earlier your other opponent, El Bastardo del Talon, by noting the fact that people aren’t sure if it isn’t another rouse. Do you truly think that it’s The Phil under the mask again?

NS: While we’ve all seen stranger things, I don’t think we’re really concerned with who’s under the mask. I mean, if it’s someone from his or RCW’s past then we just did him an unintended favor. If it does end up being the one and only Philip Shane Abernathy under the lizard face then we’ve just proven that we can beat the RCW Southern Heritage Champion. No matter who it is, it’ll solidify our claims as the cream of the crop in RCW. As for his mystery partner, whoever it might be, had better be in for all out war because that’s what we bring to this and every match we’re in. We’re out to prove that while we haven’t been a team for long that blood is what matters. Both the blood that you share and the blood that you spill. Our blood is stronger than any team that can oppose us and we will prove that and take those titles that truly belong to us.

BLR: Well, thank you all for joining me today and good luck in the tournament!

[Bettie turns and looks straight into the camera; her heart-warming smile never fading.]

BLR: And thanks to all of you at home for tuning in and for all of your support. Don’t forget, you can see this team in action in their first round match up as well as all of the other first round matches at Southern Dynamite on Wednesday, March 25th. Don’t miss it!

[The camera cuts and all four people stand up to shake hands as they all make their exit. Bettie helps the camera crew take care of their equipment, Nate walks towards the gym and Doug and Tiffany jump into their car before driving off.]

Later that night…

[Doug and Tiffany re-enter their apartment and continue to tease and play with each other; a couple with plenty of love to give.]

Tiffany: I think it’s time we went to bed.

[Doug’s eyebrows rise as Tiffany walks around and sets her hands on the kitchen counter.]

DG: Bed? But the night’s still young.

Tiffany: Maybe you didn’t hear me, Doug: I think it’s time WE went to BED. I’m dying to do something I haven’t done for six months.

[Doug’s smile returns as he moves around the counter to join Tiffany. Tiffany proceeds into the bedroom but closes the door behind her. Doug’s eyebrows rise again.]

DG: So, now what?

Tiffany: Just give me a minute.

[Doug waits, almost impatient, as silence is heard from the bedroom. Finally, he hears a voice from inside.]

Tiffany: Okay, Doug.

[Doug opens the door and sees Tiffany sitting at the edge of the bed. She's wearing light pink lingerie with the blanket just barely covering her left hip. Her hungry eyes stare through Doug.]

Tiffany: Come to bed, honey.

[Doug grows a satisfied smirk across his face before shutting the door behind him.]

[El Bastardo Del Talòn?]

(A darkly lit room shows up on television, much like those would be for informants on cop shows, and those who do not wish to be seen on television.)

The camera crew for Razorback Championship wrestling was not called when the following events occured. No, in fact, the following is going to be sent to Razorback Championship Wrestling soon, via means of a disposable digital camera. The sound quality might be poor, and the image quality will probably be grainy. But these things are not suprising. Sometimes, you do what you can. Sometimes, just sometimes, what you can do is more than enough to be victorious. These would be stories from a hero. These would be stories from the plucky little happy go lucky face who is coming to take down the main villain in the story. Those would be thoughts of any one who is a fan of the Champion. The man who came along and put down the Hollywood, arguably the most loathed person in Razorback Championship Wrestling.

This is not his story.

This is a story of revenge.

This is the story of how a man has evaded me when I chased him to World Pro Wrestling, and not only did he do that, but he stole my namesake. Many people here even still think I'm this man. It's almost ironic. For me to be taken seriously, I have to prove I'm not The Phil. And for him to retain his title here, he has to prove that I'm not him. Oh, sure, I could take off my mask on camera, and prove to you all that I'm in fact not Phillip Shane Abernathy, but where would the fun in that be? If The Phil loses his title here, has it stripped from him...

(A voice cuts in over the camera.)

Uh, Ba..

(The masked man interrupts.)

Yes, un-named yet mysterious camera man and tag team partner?

(The voice comes back in.)

Uhm, yeah, just about blew it there didn't I? I mean, I almost told everyone you were really Bastardo by calling you... wait...

(The shadowy masked man sighs.)

Yeah, you just did. Boy, I knew I should have just put the camera on the shelf over there and had it filmed myself, but NO, you wanted to play with the camera didn't you numbnuts?

(The voice behind the camera apologizes, as the lights come on and reveal that it's Bastardo in the backstock room of what appears to be a taco bell eatery. A woman's voice is heard over the camera, as the camera swings over to the source, revealing a blonde, pony tailed wearing, uniform sporting, teenage female employee.)

Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were doing that film thingy today.

(A large sigh comes out of Bastardo as the camera swings back to him.)

DO yo have to keep swinging that camera?

(The voice behind the camera answers.)

This is like real documentary film stuff. I mean, it's great right? It's like got emotion and the like right?

(The camera cuts back to the girl in the doorway who has now grabbed a brown cardboard box of what looks to be taco sauce packets. She looks at the camera shaking her head.)

You two are wierd.

(The lights shut off as the woman leaves, the camera pans back to where Bastardo is sitting.)

I wish, I wish, sometimes. But. Then again.

(The voice from behind the camera agian quips.)

That was then, this now. Focus.

(El Bastardo again speaks.)

I am focused. I am sure that the four people we have to fight in this arena are curious to see who you are, but we shall not reveal that. In fact, I think I shall not divulge what it is I have to say any further.

(The voice behind the camera speaks.)

Why is that?

(And again, Bastardo)

Cause the little red lite on that camera is blinking. Saying it's about full.


(And again, the voice behind the camera)

Man, when they say you only get five minutes with these things, they ain't kidding around.

(And again, Bastardo.)

Well hurry, I need to say something witty, or catch phrase like, help me think of something before the camera goes... son of a ... it went off didn't it?

(And the voice behind the camera.)

No, not that I can tell why?

(Bastardo let's out a deep breath.)

Good, cause for a second I thought we had...

(And then the camera goes black.)

[Pure Original]

The scene opens to show the Pure Original and his wife sitting on a couch, watching the tail end of the promo by El Bastardo Del Talon. Chris is wearing a black and red "CANADA" hockey jersey, and Denise is wearing a white and red jersey that is nearly identical. Chris is leaning back relaxing and Denise has her head resting on his shoulder, as the television fades to black she leans in and gives Chris a quick kiss on the cheek.

DPS: You know Chris, Doug is right, you've yet to beat him in the ring.

Chris turns his head toward his lovely wife, and looks her straight in the eyes.

CS: That is true Denise, whenever Dougie and I have locked horns in the center of the ring I've yet to beat him. I'll admit that I'm a little concerned about that fact. Doug is one hell of an athlete and competitor, he and I just seem to bring out the best in each other. I look forward to taking Dougie on yet again. This time the story will have a happy ending not just for me, but for us.

Denise smiles back at her husband and leans in to give him a kiss.

DPS: Are you sure you can beat him this time around?

Chris smiles back at his lovely wife.

CS: Of course I am. I have a feeling that Dougie and his cousin, Nate Sipes are gonna be way to busy and confused during this match, that El Bastardo, and whoever he digs up to be his partner are going to be causing tones of havoc in that ring. All you and I have to be be prepared for is to capitalize on any and all opportunities that come our way. As long as you and I sit back and let the other two teams beat the hell out of each other we will be golden for the following rounds of this tournament. That my Dear is the our only goal going out there. To win the RCW Tag Team championship and show the entire RCW just why we should have been named the RCW Couple of the Year.

Chris leans in and kisses Denise passionately as the camera fades out.

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The scene fades back in to reveal the Pure Original sitting on a park bench. He is still wearing the Canada Hockey jersey, but a black hoodie can be seen coming out of the top. His hands are covered by black fingerless gloves. He is also wearing dark jogging pants and dark gray sneakers with lime green highlights. He notices the camera and motions for it to pull in on him. As the camera pans in closer Chris begins to speak, the entire time he speaks he stares off behind the camera.

CS: Now that I have you all here alone, Denise for the record is off training; now where was I? Oh yes, now that I have you all here alone I would like to direct several comments toward my upcoming opponents. First off Doug Gavelon, the Burning Hammer.

CS: Doug, you and I had two phenomenal matches last year, at the time I considered them the high lights of my long and glorious career, to be honest I still do. You see since I walked away from this sport last year, something has been nagging at the back of my head. That being that I never beat you in singles action. You see Doug, that is one thing I would love to change, but at the moment that is something that is beyond me right now. First off Denise and I are going to focus all, and I do mean all of our energy into becoming the first ever RCW Tag Team Champions. You see Doug unlike you and Tiffany; who I am truly glad to know she isn't seriously hurt; Denise and I have been taking a vow of celibacy while we train for this tournament. Denise and I have been together for over five years and we know that physical passion can be put on the back burner for the greater good.

Chris leans back against the bench and finally turns his full attention to the camera.

CS: You see Doug, maybe after this tournament is over I'll take a bit of time to have one more match against you. Over the years I've had a small handful of favorite opponents, and Doug I am proud to say that you have made that list. Not only have you made that list, your almost right at the top of it. As for your cousin, the RCW Natural Champion, Nate Sipes, are you sure you can trust him to fully have your back in our match; let alone the entire tournament? Most men when they win singles championships could careless about helping friends or family get anywhere near the level they see themselves at. I've been betrayed by more then my fair share of friends and family in this business over the years. It's never a pretty sight. That is why I came out of retirement, not for personal glory. I came out of retirement to help my lovely wife get her career off of the ground. Denise is destined to be the greatest female wrestler this business has ever known. Denise can work any style and she loves going hardcore, hell just a few weeks ago down in Mexico, Denise beat Brett Johnson in a hardcore match.

A sly smile creeps across the Pure Original's face.

CS: Mind you I did give her a small assist, but that is besides the point. What I am really getting at here Doug, is win, lose or draw, one day soon you and I are going stand across from each other in the middle of the RCW ring; and we are going to literally blow the roof off whatever building we are booked against in. You truly are the greatest opponent I have here in the RCW so far.

Chris slightly leans forward, and his expression slightly darkens, as the sly smile slow fades away from his face. In a cool, calm voice the Pure Original continues.

CS: That brings me to you El Bastardo. Do yourself a HUGE favor son, don't bother bringing your "MYSTERY PARTNER" to the ring this week. All you two are going to do is simply embarrass yourselves. El, you may think your in the same league as Doug and I, not to mention Nate Sipes, but the truth of the matter is that you are so far below us that you really should be not only carrying our bags, but you should be shining our shoes for nickles. I'll tell you what El, if you ever want to make some real money, so you can afford a decent camera. Walk away from that crap factory, Taco Bell, and come work for me. I promise you that I'll double your Taco Bell salary. The way you flip around the ring El you`ll be lucky to last another five years in this business. Why not do yourself a favor and take the offer. Keep your half wit surprise partner at home and let Doug and I, with the help of partners, settle this thing man to man.

Chris then stands up from the bench.

CS: Now if you don`t mind I am here with my son enjoying the lovely weather we are having today. I think it`s time he and I had some quality play time together, but before I let you go I have one last thing to say to El Bastardo Del Talon. I am serious about my offer, ditch the loser you`ve dug up and come work for me. I`ll even triple what you make making Tacos.

With that the scene once again briefly fades to black.

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For the final time the scene opens up to show the lovely wife of the Pure Original, Denise Pelf-Sinclair doing laps in a very large sized swimming pool. She is wearing a black, pink and red bikini. As she finishes a lap her older brother Johnny Pelf steps into frame. Johnny then sits down on the edge of the pool directly in front of his sister. As she approaches she begins to slow down, and starts treading water about two feet away from Johnny.

DPS: What are you doing here Johnny? Can`t you see that am busy doing laps right now?

JP: I just came by to see if you had any comments to add about your upcoming match. I just finished filming some great comments from you husband. I just wanted to know if there was anything you wanted to say before I ship it off to the RCW Head office.

DPS: Just this, Doug Gavelon and Nate Sipes, my husband might be preoccupied with one of you, but I promise you this. Chris and I will win that match, and move one step closer to becoming the very first RCW Tag Team champions. As you Mr. Talon, and your mystery partner. I hope whoever you found is up to the task of battling with some of the RCW`s true greats. Now if you don`t mind Johnny I want to finish my workout before my two favorite men get home.

Denise then turns away from the camera as the scene fades out for the final time.

[glow=red,2,300]!!!FADE!!!![/glow]

[El Bastardo Del Talòn?]

(The scene opens up to the one and only El Bastardo Del Talòn, this time the view isn't grainy. In fact, it's quite clear that this time around, we are not using the Walgreens special. The scene is one that El Bastardo's fans are familiar with. The steps of the children's home in local Fayetteville. The masked man, has a pleasant smile on his face, one that would make you think that peace is with him. The only thing slightly off in this picture is the coal miner's glove that the masked man happens to be wearing on his left hand.)

EBDT: So, this is what it comes down to? The classic makings of the re-opening of a fued between Chris Sinclair and El Bastardo Del Talon, and he just forgets? Come on Sinclair, you have to remember it. It wasn't that far back when it happened. Well, I guess over a year ago is pretty far.

(EBTD raises his gloved hand, and takes a look at it. Mulling over what he has in his possession.)

EBDT: Sure, this time you're going to stick it out with your wife. This time, when I'm not armed, and you don't know who the second person that will be in the ring with you, you stay. Sure, there's not just Chris and El Bastardo this time, this time, you can hide behind Sipes, and Gavelon, and even your wife. It won't help you though, I've seen Gavelon and Sipes, and yes, even your wife. I fear not these people, I only fear one person in this place, and he's holding the camera. And I only fear him if I have no shiny objects, or sigary foods.

Camera Man: Hey!

EBDT: It's merely the truth, you'd clean my clock if I pissed you off, holmes.

Camera Man: Well, then, I guess that's alright then, isn't it?

EBDT: See, I thought you'd feel that way.

Camera Man: So can I have a Snickers bar then?

EBDT: Later, we have to finish this promo. That Sipes guy, and Gavelon guy, and Sinclair and his wife are all up in our business, so we have to be honost to them and make sure they know what's coming.

Camera Man: So, does that mean I get to be on camera then Bastardo?

EBDT: No, that does not mean you get to be on camera.

Camera Man: But...

(EBDT tosses a snickers bar at the camera, a gloved hand quickly snatches it mid air, the sound of wrapper paper tearing can be heard, and the camera person is now silenced.)

EBDT: So, back to the task at hand, and that's all this is gentlemen, is a task. I've got this to do list you see, and it reads something like join R.C.W., force The Phil to tag team to keep his title, then win the tag team titles, and then some more stuff, but that doesn't concern you four. The "more stuff" takes place after they cart you off. Some people would be talking about how it's a huge deal to be fighting against the Natural title holder, and his buddy, and that it's this big pressure thing.

(A snort comes from EBDT.)

EBDT: Please, the man's been feuding with who really? Sipes? Havoc? I'm feuding with the Champion. The Phil, the man who waltzed into here, snapped his fingers, got a qualifying match then proceeded to strip the title from the man who almost broke his record for longest title possession here. What has Gavelon really did? He loses the belt to someone we keep hearing is an annoying little twit, and then his buddy picks it up for him. Hell, for that matter, how long has it been Nathan and Douglass since you've fought a person who was, shall we say, a wildcard? Someone you don't have nine years of experience against, someone whom you don't already know the outcome of the match going in?

(EBDT spits to his side.)

EBDT: Honostly, I would almost be suprised if this little tug of war fued thing between you and Havoc has simply been just so you can Sipes can keep a hold of that belt you're clinging too. It's awfully hard to for management to have the champ defend the belt if he's in some big, involving fight. When was the very last time that title was really on the line, and not due to your dispute over god knows what happened a long time ago? Almost a year I'd bet.

(A muffled comment from behind the camera.)

EBDT: What was that?

(A clearing of one's throat occurs, and the voice can be heard this time.)

Camera Man: I said, it was like Hog Heaven Three, I think.

EBDT: Wow, it was almost a year ago. There's been two hog heavens, and a school of hard knocks since. How many times has the belt been defended? Twice? And the whole time it's been passed around like a bad penny, between the people involved in this Family - Seven Day Army soap opera. Like I said, some people would be talking about how it's a big deal to be fighting against the Natural Title holder, but honostly, they're just two schmucks who know how to play the system to keep getting paid.

Camera Man: Dude, that's kinda cold. I mean, that title is the one I was wanting to fight for after this whole tag team thing was over.

EBDT: So you'll just have to make sure to fight someone other than me over it. I mean, come on, we both know you'd whoop my butt anyways.

Camera Man: True, so basically, you have the coward in this fight, and you have the two champion circle jerkers?

EBDT: Hey man, they have some wierd rules here about saying things like circle jerkers. Something about calling it Bryan Down syndrome.

Camera Man: Oh, right, sorry about that. So we can't say things like circle jerker, or say that we'll die if you do anything but if you seek amy?

EBDT: Exactly, no Brittany spears songs.

Camera Man: Man, this could be rough. I was thinking of maybe having Circus for our theme music wednesday.

EBDT: No, you don't get to choose the music. You just get to walk out, look pimpy, and fight if I tag you or something. I dunno what you're gonna do really, but you're not picking the theme music.

Camera Man: Fair enough. What about my costume? Can I choose that?

EBDT: No, you cannot choose your costume. You'll stick with what you've been wearing. Cause if you change your costume, then I'll have to change mine too to be sure the scheme of it works still.

Camera Man: Can I at least choose the order we walk to the ring?

(Bastardo laughs on camera.)

EBDT: Sure man, you can do that. That'll be great. So do you wanna go down first, or me?

Camera Man: Oh, I can choose? So, wow. Well I haven't given it much thought, so I guess I'll decide on wednesday.

EBDT: Right then, so now what?

Camera Man: I'm kinda getting the munchies. Yanno? Food. And not Taco Bell, it's sorta starting to make me have irregular movements.

EBDT: Okay, so cut the camera off and we'll get something else.

(And then the camera goes black.)

[Doug Gavelon]

~Parallels. A life can take many paths; many travels; many tribulations. However, a life can also find many parallels; positive and negative. An event can be an exact or exact opposite of one that has already occurred in a person’s life. One such person, as they make their way through a day, realizes this fact and contemplates its meaning.~

3/23/09
Fayetteville, AR
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[While Tiffany wasn’t awake during the process, somehow, she remembers the situation. Reconstructive surgery to fix her beaten, bloodied and battered face. The doctors continue what appears to have been an already messy affair.]

Doctor 1: Can you believe the pain she must’ve felt before she passed out?

Doctor 2: I can’t even imagine who would want to do such a thing.

Doctor 1: I heard it was her boyfriend.

Doctor 2: If it was then the b*st*rd has some serious problems. Hand me that scalpel. We need to cut through that swelling to fix up the eye area.

[The doctor is handed a red stained medical scalpel and carefully finds his desired area of swelling over Tiffany’s eye. He places the scalpel to the swollen area.]

[Just then, her eye opens and the scalpel is now the pencil from her makeup kit. It’s the present day and she’s getting ready to go out with Doug and Nate.]

DG: [from the living room] Hey Tiff, are you almost done in there?

Tiffany: Yeah, just one second.

[Tiffany finishes running the pencil over her eyelid and puts her makeup away. She walks out the bathroom and sees Doug waiting by the apartment door. He has his bag slung over his shoulder with her bag at his feet.]

DG: I don’t know why you do that when we’re going out training after the promo.

Tiffany: Well, one of us has to look beautiful and quite frankly, I don’t think cheek blush works for you.

[Tiffany’s smile grows wider as Doug gives her a “You smart a**” look. She walks over to him and they kiss. She grabs her bag and they leave the apartment together. They walk down to Doug’s car and throw their bags in the back seat. Tiffany straps herself into the passenger’s seat as Doug does the same before driving off in a hurry.]

[Also in a hurry, after Tiffany was attacked by Havoc’s forces, the paramedics try to stabilize her as the ambulance gets her to the hospital as fast as possible.]

EMT 1: Blood pressure?

EMT 2: Elevated.

EMT 1: How’s her pulse?

EMT 2: The same.

[Tiffany starts to stir on the gurney.]

EMT 2: She’s waking up.

EMT 1: Sh*t! I was hoping we had some more time. Quick! Give her some morphine.

Tiffany: Where am I?

EMT 1: Just relax.

Tiffany: Where’s Doug?

EMT 1: Who?

EMT 2: Her boyfriend. The one they say attacked her.

EMT 1: Well, Tiffany, you don’t have to worry about seeing that sc*mb*g again. He’s lucky if he isn’t in jail.

Tiffany: But he…

[Tiffany’s voice grows weaker as the grimace on her face grows worse and worse. As the medics try to give her some morphine, her body tightens and her mouth opens as she prepares to cry out in pain.]

[In the present day, Axl Rose hits the high note in “Welcome to the Jungle” on Doug’s car radio. He and Tiffany pull into the Fayetteville Boys and Girls Club. They walk through the building until they reach the ringside area. Nate is waiting for them with the camera crew.]

NS: Hey guys, glad you made it early.

DG: Well, the sooner we take care of this, the sooner we can move onto the weight room.

NS: That’s right. Hey, did you guys see that first Bastardo “promo”?

DG: Wait a minute. THAT was his promo? I thought RCW was running some bloopers or something. That was a completely unorganized mess.

NS: Exactly. People need to quit worrying about who he is and worry more about the crap they’ll have to sit through if he doesn’t have some professionals handle his camera work.

DG: Speaking of which, did you see Sinclair’s promo?

NS: No, why?

DG: Well, according to him, I should be worried about whether or not you’re truly loyal.

[Nate’s eyebrows turn up in surprise and what would seem like disgust.]

NS: What?

DG: Yeah, I guess he thinks that winning that title may distort who you see as friends.

NS: Well, if he thinks that we aren’t a united front, like a family should be, then he obviously hasn’t been paying attention to RCW the past few months.

Tiffany: And he had the nerve to talk about our personal lives. He says that he and his wifey are being celibate like he was looking down his nose at us or something.

DG: Besides, that’s just a myth anyway. Sex doesn’t weaken you before a big fight; being ill-equipped and unprepared does.

Tiffany: Oh, you just saw that on Manswers the other night.

DG: Well, yeah. Why do you think I was so frisky this morning?

[Doug flashes his devilish smile as Tiffany leans in and they kiss passionately. Nate just shakes his head. Doug looks over at him and shrugs his shoulders.]

DG: What? Just because you don’t have a girl of your own doesn’t mean you can judge me.

NS: I wouldn’t dream of such a thing. That would mean I’m like Sinclair and that just wouldn’t be right; I know I can kick you’re a**.

[Doug’s eyes grow wide with surprise, as does his smile. He moves over towards Nate and playfully grabs him in a side headlock. They laugh as they exchange phantom punches.]



[At the current moment, Doug stands next to Nate in front of the camera; Doug’s right arm around Tiffany while her arms are resting on his shoulder.]

DG: History. That’s what the feud between the 7DA and the FOE is: history. Only one final skirmish to fight and put the nail in the coffin that is Havoc. People have been asking “But Doug, what if you lose?”

[Doug chuckles at the question.]

DG: Yes, it’s happened before but that was only thanks to interference from his FOE members. Alone, Havoc’s career and life shall be ended by my hands alone.

[Doug wipes his goatee with his left hand as if contemplating something.]

DG: However, that’s not what’s on my mind right now. What truly concerns me is the Tag Team Title Tournament that we, Nate and I, are honored to be apart of. Honor seems to be a word understood by one of our opposing teams but not another. Let’s begin with the team that we know: The Sinclairs.

[Nate takes the Natural Title belt from his bag sitting next to him and places it over his left shoulder.]

NS: Do you recognize this title, Chris? You should because you and Doug feuded over this title for the better part of last summer. That feud did bring out the best in each of you and yet you never gained a victory over Doug. Whether it was you or one of your partners, you never did. Of course, we all know this already. Since you last left, it appears that you’ve gotten rid of Brett Johnson and that’s a great benefit to you because he was but a soul without a purpose. However, by admitting that you had to help your wife defeat him was your first mistake. Never show signs of weakness, Chris, whether it be in body or mind. No offense to Brett but he couldn’t even beat the lowliest of opponents in RCW. In fact, I only remember him beating an outdated, unfulfilled Ares. Everybody else he faced, whether it be Doug, Jeffrey Hollywood, Havoc or even our now MIA friend Alex Crowe, he lost. My point being, why should we take Denise seriously if she can’t even beat a guy like Brett without your help?

[Nate drops the belt into his hand and holds it at his side.]

NS: Of course, you can say “Well, she’s just a woman” but I don’t think you’re a big enough chauvinist to say something like that. I mean, look at Tiffany for instance.

[Nate looks down at Tiffany for a moment before turning back to the camera.]

NS: Not only did she win the last Hog Wild Cup but beat the now former Natural Champion Havoc to do it. In fact, if memory serves correctly, she beat the hell out of Denise during that Femme Fatale Four Way and the only reason Tiffany was eliminated was thanks, again, to your interference.

DG: That’s right, Nate. So, while Denise definitely has all the tools of a wrestler, she can’t win a match, it seems, without her husband interfering on her behalf. Now, she has to deal with two men who’ve actually held championship gold in RCW. Don’t worry, Chris. We don’t intend to embarrass or seriously injure her when we eliminate her from the contest. All we intend to do is prove that while she’s a great athlete, she’s not an elite like us. And Chris, Nate did mention a first mistake but he neglected to mention the second. During your first promo, you seemed to only focus on me and mentioned Nate with barely any thought at all.

NS: You see, Chris, while I did run down what you and Doug did last year, you forget that this year is my year to shine as champion. For a long time, for too long, someone held this title without honor or respect. Now, it has a champion who can bring those two factors to the plate again. So, Chris, you can worry about trying to avenge your past losses and get a victory over Doug but you still won’t gain the prize. And while I won’t duck anyone that Supreme and Jacobs throw at me, I simply can’t defend this belt against you, Chris, until you can prove that you won’t blow another opportunity for a championship. Proof will be hard to find as you’re still coming off retirement. I’m sure your conditioning still isn’t where you would want it and your timing may be a step or two off. On the other hand, I’ve been battling my way through a dark Family for several months trying to obtain this.

[Nate holds the title up close to the camera. He holds it there for several moments in silence.]

NS: This title that I greatly deserved for all the hard work and all the sacrifices I’ve made even before I came to RCW. I will challenge myself by defending this title but I don’t intend on losing it any time soon. However, I do plan on adding to it.

[Nate lowers the title to his side again. He stares down at his right side for a moment before glancing up at the camera.]

NS: Once this tournament is over, both Doug and I will cement our place in history. Not only will we be the first Hog Wild Tag Team Champions but I will be the first double champion in RCW history.

[Doug pats Nate on the shoulder as he begins again.]

DG: That’s right, Nate. When that happens, no one will deny our greatness. We will be the trendsetters when it comes to holding championship gold. You see, Chris, it’ll be about who’s truly prepared for this match up; not about who’s celibate or not.

[Tiffany holds her right hand up to silence Doug for a moment.]

Tiffany: Exactly, Chris. I mean, maybe if you two actually did show the passion that you both claim to have, Chris might actually have a shot at beating Doug. So, instead of trying to preach to us about what you think about our personal life, keep your mouth shut because it’s obviously working for us.

[Doug smiles as Tiffany turns to look at him. He gently runs his left hand over her cheek. After he does, he turns his attention back to the camera.]

DG: So, get ready, Chris, because at Southern Dynamite, Nate and I will prove why you should’ve stayed retired. No doubt, it will be a great match but the end result won’t change: you and your wife will be lying defeated on the mat while Nate and I will be standing victorious over you. Good luck, Sinclairs. Both of you will need it.

[Doug wipes his hair back and composes himself for a moment. Suddenly, he smirks and chuckles to himself before looking back up at the camera.]

DG: You know, I find it funny that someone who may or may not be who they say they are and even if they are who they claim to be are having their mouth write checks that their a** can’t cash, I can’t help but laugh. I mean, we have another opponent, who just because he masquerades around as El Bastardo, thinks that actually means something special. Tell me, “Bastardo” or whoever the hell you may be, before Phil took “your” mask off for his big reveal and after you made your appearance at Hog Heaven 5, what have you done with your career for anyone to care what you think or what you do? I can answer that in one word: nothing. You talk about your time in WpW like it was something special when all you did is get a small break in a group several months before it died. Then, you came here and lost match after match after match. The only high profile match I can recall you winning was the Aerial Assault against several no names, Puck who’s had more problems and gone AWOL more times than I can count and the man who I’ve already covered in great detail: Chris Sinclair. In your first match back, you defeated Cletus Beauchamp and I and everyone else is supposed to be impressed by this? I don’t think so. All you’ve done is proven that you can run your mouth.

NS: And proven just how stupid you are. When you mess with a champion, a TRUE champion, and don’t show him the proper respect then you put your very life at risk. You talk about all of your “great plans” for after the tournament but you’ll never make it that far if you even try to downplay us.

[Nate points his thumb to himself and then to Doug before lowering his hand.]

NS: Bastardo, if you want to challenge Phil, if that’s even possible, then learn to keep your mouth shut and accept the pain that’s coming your way. You say that all we’re doing is buying time so that when we can get paid. Yet, all I’ve seen you do is waste everyone’s time, run your mouth and pretend like you matter in this world. So, go ahead and doubt us; don’t take us seriously; keep acting like the jacka** that you are and see where that gets you. You won’t be the first idiot we’ve had to put in their place and I’m sure you won’t be the last. Everyone thinks they’re tough sh*t when challenging a true champion until they’re proven to be a little b*tch who’s in over their head. As for your partner…

[Nate, Doug and Tiffany all look at each other and try not to burst out laughing. Doug just shakes his head as Nate continues.]

NS: …or lack thereof, I should say, why should anybody in their right mind take him seriously? Instead of worrying about putting in the training and other real preparations for the match, he’s worrying about music and costumes?!?! Bastardo, did you raid the Special Olympics looking for a partner or something?

[Nate grimaces after having to think about the perceived stupidity of the mystery partner. His look reads the words “are you kidding me.”]

DG: Really, you guys. Still, Bastardo, you won’t even give him camera time; he’s treated more as a lackey than a partner. And yet, we’re supposed to worry about this fool who’s easily distracted by candy? All I can say is that if you’re truly intimidated by this goof, Bastardo, then I guess we overestimated what little intelligence you have. When it came time to think of a partner for this tournament, I chose the one man I knew I could rely on; the one man that I could fight a war with; the one man who was as talented in the ring as me. That way, I knew that no one could beat us in a straight up wrestling contest. I guess, Bastardo, when it came time to find your partner, you just chose whoever you could find to boost your own ego because that’s what you need Bastardo: someone to boost your ego. If you’re the real Bastardo then times have been tough. Phil beat the hell out of you and took claim over your name while you were left on the sidelines. Now, you say that you’re Bastardo and no one truly believes you. Better yet, you say that you’re entering into the tag team tournament and people literally laugh themselves into hysterics. So, you find someone who’s even more pathetic than you, give them a camera and call them “partner.” Your Mexican a** nor your idiot partner don’t have a chance in hell of being victorious at Southern Dynamite. It’ll never happen against such a fine team as this because you simply don’t have what it takes to beat two athletes like us. After this match, you’ll probably tuck your tail between your legs, lick your wounds and then come up with some excuse why you lost like any true loser would do. You’ll still try to challenge Phil but I doubt he’d take such a challenge seriously after the beating we deal to you. Get ready for the moment, both of you, when you realize that you’re nothing special; when you realize that you can’t defeat the elite of RCW; when you realize that all you are is a delinquent in a green mask and a fat, pea-brained a**hole.



NS: So, to all of our opponents at Southern Dynamite, prepare for a quick end to your tournament because I will show all of you why I’m Nate Sipes and represent wrestling at its purest form.

DG: And when I prove why I’m the “Burning Hammer” Doug Gavelon.

[Tiffany lets go of Doug’s arm, moves between both men and puts her arms around their shoulders.]

Tiffany: And they both prove why THIS family will never run.

[The camera cuts and the crew packs up their equipment.]

NS: Now, let’s get some real work done.

[Doug turns to Tiffany.]

DG: After you, my dear.

[Doug extends his arm towards Nate and the weight room with a smart a** smile on his face. Tiffany just rolls her eyes and nudges him in the stomach as they all walk towards the room. Nate opens the door and turns on the lights. The lights are extremely bright at first.]

[Almost as bright as the lights in Tiffany’s hospital room. She lays in her bed, barely conscious, as Doug sneaks in to see her. He has to be careful as he’s supposed to be banned from entering her room due to his supposed involvement in the attack. She can barely see him as her eyes are unable to fully open after the attack and surgeries. Doug leans in and says something but she can’t hear him. He leans in and gently kisses her before leaving. A tear runs down her cheek and towards the floor.]

[The dark carpet is stained with water for a moment before it dissipates. The substance: perspiration after another blissful, loving and passionate night between Doug and Tiffany. Doug is sleeping with his left arm around Tiffany; her left arm wrapped around him and her hand’s caressing his chest. Her eyes are barely open but her smile is wide as she rests and lives in the moment after. She lets out a slight, loving moan as she settles in even closer to him. She opens her eyes just wide enough to stare up to his face. She smiles at the man she loves, leans up and gently kisses him on the lips before setting her head on his chest and falling asleep.]