HH NS: New Level vs High Society (Tag Titles)

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Monday, December 14th @ Noon (Board Time)

[Nate Sipes/The New Level]

11/27/09
Charlotte, NC
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[The scene opens in a quite unexpected scene for modern day Charlotte. Classical music is playing in the background of an 18th Century-style room. Everyone around is wearing that period’s clothing including the white, powdered wigs.]

[Among them, also wearing the period pieces at the long, dining room table, are the RCW Hog Wild Tag Team Champions The New Level. Carl pours himself a cup of tea as Beavis eats a crumpet before both men start speaking to each other in British accents; comically mocking their opponents.]

WC: I say, my good Beavis, I wonder how the other end lives these days?

EB: I care not for such matters for I am on top of the world and that’s all that matters.

WC: Jolly good! It’s so good to feel so important; surrounded by others who confirm our suspicions on how good we are; repeatedly telling others how good we are no matter if it be true or not.

EB: Quite so, most noble Carl.

[Beavis turns to the old and withered butler.]

EB: My good man, are we as close to as pompous as our cohorts, those ruffians we must face at Hog Heaven, Jonathan Page and Vauxhall?

Butler: I’m afraid sir that no one, not even your honored selves at this very moment, could expel such untruths and foulness as those two most certainly non-gentlemen.

EB: Hm, what a disappointment. Even though we have stooped to their level, dress like they do, talk down to people like they do, speak in the serpent tones that they do and speak about utter nonsense for hours on end like they do?

Butler: That’s just it, sirs: you’re the New Level. You should remain the New Level and not bother wasting time by dropping down a peg on the evolutionary scale just to see how these two most foolish of fools think and behave.

WC: Good point, Jarvis.

Butler: It’s Jeeves, sir.

WC: I’m sorry, of course it is. I just had a flashback to another foul character who got in over his head and will never truly matter in the workings of RCW.

[As the butler turns around and leaves the room, Carl turns to his partner. They drop the accents and speak in their normal voices.]

WC: You think we should just do our normal thing?

EB: Yeah, for sure. Besides, these outfits suck. How the hell could anyone think this crap was cool, even a bunch of limey b*st*rds across the pond?

WC: Beats me.

[Carl looks over to the camera that’s been filming them; speaking to the director behind the camera.]

WC: Hey guys, we’re just going to get into our regular clothes and do a serious promo.

Director: Alright but this expensive set is coming out of your salary.

EB: Don’t worry, man; we’re good for it. We got that endorsement deal not too long ago to work with the Carolina Hurricanes. They cut a pretty check.

Director: A check worth $18,000?

[Beavis sucks in a deep breath before loudly blowing it out.]

EB: Good thing we get a victory bonus on top of supercard pay because this is going to be a major hit.

WC: It’s okay, dude. As long as we stay on our game, as long as they keep finding idiots, morons and retards for us to beat up, we’ll keep seeing those fat paychecks.

EB: Yeah!

[The tag champs slap hands before quickly discarding the period costumes. Coincidentally, or ironically, they were wearing their street clothes underneath them the whole time. The two men take a few minutes to compose themselves before the director starts the recording process again.]

WC: Good evening, world. As you can see, not only are we gearing up for our first match in RCW since the 44th edition of Southern Dynamite but we are in a very unfamiliar setting. You see, we came into this promo with an idea: to dress up like what we believe our British comrades would patrol the streets in, talk in their British dialect and see what it feels like to be a couple of British d**che b*gs who wouldn’t know what reality is if they were on “The Real World.”

EB: You guys like to sit in a place just like this, speak in that dopey language you guys like to speak and talk down to everyone like you’re something special. Sure, you won the 3 Way Dance to gain this title shot but let me ask you something: why did they even need a match to decide the #1 Contenders to our belts? The answer is simple…WE RAN THROUGH THE COMPETITION!

[Beavis holds up his arms and shrugs as if to say “what did you expect?”]

EB: Since we came to RCW, we’ve been so dominant against the rest of the tag teams here that we’ve made ourselves the last team standing. Ben and AJ needed to find new teams, coerce old teams into coming back or finding a singles guy who couldn’t get the job done in that realm to find a partner and compete against us. Guess which example you fall under, Page?

[Beavis smiles at the last comment as he looks back at his partner.]

WC: We must sound like a broken record when we list the names of those we’ve run through either obtaining or retaining the tag titles but it can’t be ignored…ever.

[As Carl goes down the list, he raises a new finger for each individual or team on his hand.]

WC: Former 3-time Southern Heritage Champion The Phil; The New Downward Spiral on several occasions; Pain & Suffering on several occasions; Eno Redrum and his running mate Blacksmith. If you’ll notice, none of the teams are still together; some of them aren’t even in RCW anymore. Why? Because they built themselves up until they convinced themselves they were something they’re not at this point in their careers and withered away and fell by the wayside once they stepped into the ring with the New Level.

[Carl lowers his hands back to the table; closing them in on each other.]

EB: Everyone of them looked at us, thinking we hadn’t changed since our days when we were just the background for a drunken a**hole who claimed to be a hardcore divinity, and thought they could run over us. We proved them all wrong and that’s why we hold the belts today. That’s why we’re undefeated in tag team competition. That’s why RCW brass is left scrambling to find us new opponents. It’s because we know who we are and what we’re capable of. We don’t make claims unless we know for sure that we can back every last word up. Can you two, Page and Vauxhall, say the same thing? Can you honestly say that you’re two elite athletes who have met nothing but success in RCW? Vauxhall, you’re new and you could squeak by on that criteria but not you, Johnny. Hell, that’s why you’re in this situation now because you blew every chance you had at winning the Natural Title from our boy Nate. Then, to add insult to injury, you couldn’t even win the Pure Tournament to get another shot at him. And yet you still claim to be the best athlete in RCW, a great human being, [in a mocking tone] “the greatest man to even set foot on the Earth, blah blah blah!”

[Beavis smiles before turning back to his normal voice.]

EB: You’re a bottom feeder, Page; pure and simple. You can beat the lowliest of the low and you can find someone to help push you towards mid-level status but, at the end of the day, you’re a lowlife who can’t get by on your own merits and whose only claim to fame in RCW is spouting more bullsh*t per second than Tim Tebow scores touchdowns in a season. By the way, that was an American football, the only true football, reference since I’m sure you Brits don’t follow any sports other than who can drink their tea and eat their crumpets the fastest. You guys continue to build yourselves up higher and higher, none of which anyone with a brain believes, and all you’re doing is setting yourselves up for an even bigger fall each time you open your mouths.

[Both men flash a serious look as Carl begins again.]

WC: You know, we came here today looking for a good laugh but we realize that laughter isn’t needed here but rage, power and anger. You guys are the reasons why people doubt pro wrestlers, why MMA has severely limited the effectiveness of other, more northern wrestling groups and you’re why pro wrestling has been given a black eye. Think about it: why would anyone want to watch a bunch of guys talk about how great and dominant they are and yet go out there every night and get their heads stomped in? The fans, despite what people think, aren’t stupid and don’t want to be treated as such. When you continue to insult their intelligence by making a ton of false promises and boasts, like you Page, people will stop believing in those of us who are actually tough enough to stand on our statements. No, Page, we aren’t going to toy around with you and your big, stupid ape of a partner. We’re going to pound you into the mat again and again and again until you never get back up; never sullying the name of pro wrestling again with your stupidity. We’re going to show the difference between champions and pretenders. We’re going to show that either lightning struck, shenanigans ensued or the other teams simply weren’t in good enough condition to win the contendership match because neither of you pr*cks deserve to be in this match. We’re going to show who truly is a new level of confidence and power and who falls flat on their face when they can’t stand up to such a challenge. So, “gentlemen”, go ahead and tell us how you’re the best around or whatever lame brain crap you can pull out this week and we’ll go wait on the real story behind you two a**holes.

[The cameras cut and the champs stand up from the table. They proceed to walk out of the room; shaking their heads in mocking fashion at the costumes they had been wearing not too long before. They close the large, wooden doors behind them as they make their way through the hallway.]

EB: You know, us bringing up Page’s history with Nate reminded me that maybe he could give us the best advice on how to put Page away quickly.

WC: Good idea, partner. Give him a call.

[Beavis pulls out his phone and pushes a few numbers before holding it up to his ear.]

EB: Hey champ, the other champs are in the house! Ha ha ha!…Hey man, are you training with Doug today?…That’s what I thought. Hey, I had a question for you…We were wondering if you could give us some pointers on how to shut Page’s mouth at Hog Heaven…at least for the night, right? Ha ha ha!…

[Beavis’s mood turns from humorous to surprise when he gets an answer on the other end.]

EB: Are you sure, man?…We’re fine about the match but a few, extra pointers never hurt, you know?…Ha! Yeah, that’s true. I guess we’ll just have to stick to our best stuff then…See you at the show then man…Later.

[Beavis hangs up the phone and shakes his head “no.”]

EB: He says he wants to isolate himself for his match or something like that.

WC: Man, he’s still not altogether from that Maya thing.

EB: He’ll be fine. He gets a quick win over that Puck idiot and he’ll snap back into it.

WC: I hope you’re right. It would be embarrassing to lose your belt to an idiot like that.

EB: Tell me about it. That’s why we have to stay on top of our game. No way in hell are those two idiots taking our belts.

WC: You got that right. Let’s go get some reps in at the gym then.

EB: Cool.

[They continue to walk through the halls until they find the exit; leaving behind the fantasy world that cost them money to the real world where they’ll make it back with another victory.]

[High Society]

Stereotypes

[High Society]

Homecoming

[Nate Sipes/The New Level]

[Inside the media room of the Fayetteville Boys and Girls Club stands the beautiful and vivacious Bettie Lee Rose. While she’s had her share of bad days in recent months when it comes to interviews, she’s feeling a bit more confident in being able to handle this one. Her guests: the New Level. As her camera crew finishes setting up, it isn’t long before the tag champs enter the room.]

BLR: Hey guys, glad you could make it.

EB: No problem.

WC: Yeah, anything to speak out against those two idiots we’re facing Sunday.

BLR: Considering how you two were dressed at one point the last time, I wouldn’t be talking.

[Beavis nods his head while Carl just puts his thumb and index finger to either side of his nose as if to say “yeah, that was embarrassing.”]

EB: What can we say? It sounded like a good idea when we were thinking about it.

BLR: Were you drunk?

EB: Slightly.

[Beavis just looks off towards the ceiling as Carl nods vigorously and points to his partner.]

BLR: Well, I’m glad you guys aren’t dressing up for this one.

[Carl finally composes himself as he retorts.]

WC: I’m sure you’re just glad that your guest aren’t trying to get under your skin.

[Bettie rolls her eyes.]

BLR: Tell me about it. If it isn’t mist to the face, it’s being almost assaulted in the parking lot or something else along those lines. Finally, I can deal with two, normal guests.

[Beavis and Carl look at each other with confusion before turning back to Bettie.]

Beavis/Carl: We’re normal?

BLR: No but you’re much more pleasant than the more recent people I’ve interviewed.

[Beavis and Carl nod in agreement.]

WC: So, is everything ready then?

BLR: Yep, we were just waiting for you.

EB: Let’s do it.

[They walk over next to Bettie Lee; Carl on her left; Beavis on her right. The camera man gives the countdown and at zero, Bettie Lee’s logo appears on the screen.]

[The screen transitions to a live shot of Bettie Lee.]

BLR: Bettie Lee Rose here with another exclusive interview for you, the fans, from RCW. Today, I’m joined by the reigning RCW Hog Wild Tag Team Champions, the New Level of Extreme Beavis and Wacko Carl. Thanks for joining me today, guys.

WC: It’s our pleasure, Bettie.

BLR: Now guys, obviously, you’re met with a tough challenge in the team of High Society; Jonathan Page and Vauxhall. Is it true that you guys might be looking past them?

[Carl strokes his beard for a moment before answering.]

WC: I’ll admit that maybe we went a little hard on the guys during our first go around at promos but, then again, considering how pompous an a**hole Page can be, do you really blame us? I mean, seriously, do all British people really believe his crap? He couldn’t beat Nate because he kept getting scr*wed over? Give me a break! He wants to call himself an “honorable man who deserves to be champion” but this “honorable man” won’t even let his big giant speak but two words. And most of the time, all he can get out is [in a Frankenstein’s Monster-esque voice] “FIRE BAD!” He wants to be honor when he can’t even find honor towards the fans or us. Well, we’ll just have to make him honor us once we’re through with him.

EB: Yeah, I couldn’t agree more. I mean, he wants to talk about how it’s his destiny to be champion and that all of us should bow down to him. I’m sure that, even on day one, he expected to just walk in here and be handed over a title belt. Not only will we be glad to show him that an expectation like that is pure fantasy but I know that Nate enjoyed doing that to him each and every time they faced off.

[The two men smile and slap hands behind Bettie’s back.]

BLR: Going off of that, what about Page’s talk about wanting…

[Bettie says her next words in a tone of total disgust.]

BLR: …a STATUE to honor him?!?!

[Beavis just shakes his head and smirks before answering.]

EB: You know what? I think we could help him out with that.

[Bettie gives a shocked look to Carl who just gives a shocked shrug.]

EB: I can see it now…

[Beavis throws his arms and head into the sky.]

EB: …a big, bronze statue in front of the Boys and Girls Club. Johnny Boy’s body standing tall at the entranceway so all the people can see. On the bottom, it clearly reads “Jonathan Page” so that everyone can remember his name…even though he’ll never shut up letting you know who he is. Now, right next to that is another statue…of us; kicking his a**! Therefore, when you put the two statues together, it’ll read “Jonathan Page…Just Can’t Help But Get His A** Kicked!

[Everyone busts out laughing and the champs slap hands again. Bettie finally calms down enough to ask another question. The New Level do as well as she asks it.]

BLR: What about Vauxhall?

WC: Page would never fork over enough money to let him have his own statue. It’s always about Page in that team. In my opinion, it’s only a matter of time until that big guy finally says “Enough’s enough” and takes care of Page like the rest of us have been doing. In fact, the only reason this guy is around is because Page failed time and time again to beat Nate. So, he found himself a partner because he thought we’d be pushovers once he got to us. In fact, if not for his big man, he wouldn’t be in this position. It was obvious the entire time in those two matches they’ve had that Page is the weak link who is contributing nothing to his team’s success.

[Beavis nods his head in agreement.]

EB: I’m sure Page believes he’s the brains to Vauxhall’s brawn but if he was smart enough, he’d have found a way to not get pinned by Delilah in that 3 team match. He could’ve used his smarts but he didn’t and he got pinned for it. In fact, the two matches these guys have had have been Page getting knocked around while the big guy had to come in and try to bail him out. Now, you want to say that people, even Nate, are afraid of Vauxhall? Well, I’ll show you two people who aren’t and they’re standing here with Bettie Lee. And I’ll show you one big man who’s definitely better and more powerful than your bull, Page…

[Beavis reaches over and pats Carl on the chest.]

EB: …and he’s one of your opponents for Sunday. You can look down at your noses all you want at us; it wouldn’t be the first time a Brit did so to someone from “the Colonies” and it won’t be the last time someone reaches out and breaks that nose.

BLR: What do you guys think of Page’s comments towards your 7DA teammate, Nate Sipes?

WC: It just goes to show that when Page can’t beat someone, which is everyone in this company, he has to try and defame them. He tries to put his opponents down so that he can try and save face. Page has lost to Nate too many times to count and has been beaten down by everyone he’s come into contact with so he has to make it seem like they were nothing special. That just leaves the question: if teams like Cot’N and Alpha Storm were so weak and Nate’s nothing but a drug addict then how come they all beat the hell out of you?

[Beavis smirks confidently as Carl’s words ring true.]

EB: You claim to be the perfect face of intelligence and yet your words have backed you and your stupidity into a corner. Even your words won’t be enough to talk your way out of the beating we have planned for you at Never Surrender. We will easily neutralize your “insurance policy” because while he has raw power, he’s incredibly green and easily manipulated. We’ll take him out of the match so that we can focus our attentions on making your last moments on Earth a living hell. Carl will throw you into the air and I will catch you in the face with a kick that’ll shatter your orbital bone. Carl will drop you with a slam and I’ll slam my leg across your throat with a top rope legdrop. You’ll whine and cry about how you’re supposed to win because you think you’re smarter than us and we’ll beat you over and over and over again.

[Carl pats his partner on the back.]

WC: Gentlemen, and I use that term loosely, at Never Surrender, we will take you to a New Level. And when we do, you’ll realize that the biggest mistake you could make was trying to take us on. Go ahead and dream what it would be like to hold championship gold; grab onto it and hold those belt tight…

EB: …because we’ll have no problem snatching them away from you and turning your dream into a nightmare. These belts aren’t going anywhere because we are the best tag team in RCW and nobody, especially not someone like Jonathan Page, will change that. See you boys on the 13th. Bring a lunch because you boys will be in for a long day of pain and destruction.

BLR: Oh my word! Well, ladies and gentlemen, get ready for an exciting tag team match between the New Level and High Society at Never Surrender. I’m Bettie Lee Rose, hoping I’ll see all of you at Never Surrender!

[The camera cuts as the tag champs shake Bettie’s hand as they exit.]

BLR: Good luck.

WC/EB: Thanks!

[They walk through the halls; continuing to talk about their match.]

EB: So, how do we handle this thing?

WC: Like we were saying in there, we have to take out Vauxhall early. He’s their only shot at victory. Taking out the knees should be the easiest way. So, think low leg kicks until that big tree falls and then I’ll knock his head off with a running knee.

EB: Sounds good to me.

WC: Now, how do we take care of Page?

EB: Well, when he isn’t spouting off his bullsh*t, he can put together a few, good wrestling moves. When we get in there, don’t rush to him. Let him make the mistake because he always does. We’ll outwrestle him, we’ll outthink him and that’s how we’ll beat him.

WC: So, should I focus on power moves with him or with strikes?

EB: I’d say strikes because while power moves can be fun, they can also be very tiring. Strikes are much easier to handle and you can throw some very wicked big boots.

WC: Thanks dude. Now, let’s go retain our belts and stay the only RCW Hog Wild Tag Champs in existence.

EB: HELL YEAH!

[The two men slap hands again as they leave the club; off to prepare for the battle yet-to-come.]