SD 52: Extreme Beavis vs Jonathan Page

[Ben Jacobs]

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Wednesday, Jan. 27th @ 11:59 PM CST (board time)

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[High Society]

Stoned and Dethroned

[Nate Sipes/The New Level]

[Actions can make the shortest of times seem like an eternity. That’s a thought that’s been on the minds of the New Level recently, especially Extreme Beavis. Not that long ago, he and the rest of his teammates in the 7 Day Army were riding high as they either held all the gold or were on their way to doing so as well as removing the evil from their group: Hardcore Jesus. However, these days are quite different. Doug still has his title, Nate has his but has lost any semblance of order in his life, HJ seems more disturbed than ever and most importantly for the New Level, the tag titles are around the waists of two egotistical, loudmouth, kings of spin. Last week, Wacko Carl dispatched of Vauxhall thanks to the stupidity of his partner. This Friday, Beavis gets his chance to take the other half down a notch in the more than notorious Jonathan Page. Beavis knows the importance of this match as it continues the New Level’s recent winning streak and keeps them down their path back to the Hog Wild Tag Team Titles. At the next Southern Dynamite, Beavis will continue to show that the supposed common man has no problem reaching up and smacking the supposed High Society in the mouth.]

1/26/10
Fayetteville, AR
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[As the second half of the New Level rests in preparation for Southern Dynamite, his dreams take him to another place. Another time but Beavis isn’t quite sure which. The future? The past? All that is certain is that he and Hardcore Jesus are inside a ring; the roaring crowd blackened out; a wide, evil smile on HJ’s face. In a flash, HJ is pounding on Beavis; his knuckles a mass of blood and flesh. Another flash hits and HJ has Beavis hoisted in the air before dropping him with the Inner Light. Another flash happens and HJ is standing over the downed Beavis; shouting into the sky. This startles Beavis enough to wake up. He takes a look of his surroundings and realizes that he’s still in the apartment of Doug and Tiffany; his partner on the floor while he takes the couch this week. His noise wakes up Carl who rubs at his eyes and looks up at his partner in confusion.]

WC: You alright?

EB: I don’t know.

WC: What do you mean?

EB: I just had a really weird dream. HJ was in it and…

WC: And what?

EB: …and I think he was telling me that he was coming to kill me.

[Carl just rolls his eyes.]

WC: Look, man, I know you never agreed with getting rid of HJ but it had to be done. The sh*t that he was doing was terrible and it totally went against everything we stand for. Now, you need to get him and his stupidity out of your mind and get your focus back on Page. That b*st*rd wants to continue to run his mouth and look down at us then you’d better be right there to knock him on his a**.

EB: Don’t worry man, I’m ready for the match. Hell, after all the work we’ve put in, I don’t think I’ve ever been ready for anything else. I just think that there’s more to this dream than “survivor’s guilt” or something to that effect.

WC: Just get some sleep. You have a promo scheduled for tomorrow and you’re no good to anyone with a lack of sleep.

[Beavis just sighs as Carl rolls back over.]

EB: Alright man. Night.

[Beavis lays his head back down and shuts his eyes.]

1/27/10
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[With the new day comes a new resolve in the mind of Beavis; taking the dream in stride and focusing on his match at hand. This resolve comes to him throughout the day. From the “grand slam” breakfast that Tiffany prepared for the team and for Doug to the car ride that the New Level is currently taking, the only thoughts in Beavis’s mind are the thoughts on how best to beat Page at Southern Dynamite. As Carl drives, he keeps looking over at Beavis; thinking to the night before; unaware of Beavis’s new state of mind. Curious, he thinks out loud.]

WC: So how are you doing after last night?

EB: I’m fine now. I just want to get this promo over so we can get back to work.

WC: Glad to hear it. Where did that dream come from anyway? You really haven’t been worried about HJ since we kicked him out.

EB: I don’t know. I guess when we started talking about this whole thing with Nate and Maya, it might’ve brought back some bad memories or something. The thing is that it wasn’t really a memory as I never remembered this thing happening. It was like I was being shown something yet to come.

WC: Well, as long as we have the tag belts back when this “thing” goes off, I don’t really care.

[Beavis just chuckles.]

EB: You think Page will point to his shoulder and tell everyone “THIS is where my title used to sit”?

[Carl can’t help but laugh.]

WC: With that moron, anything’s possible.

EB: I mean, seriously, he’s like a big kid: he refuses to tell the truth, he picks on everyone even if they can and have kicked his a**, he pushes around the weaker-minded and he loves to find something to boast about.

WC: Yeah, well, we’ll see how much he’s boasting after this week’s done.

EB: I’m sure he’ll be boasting about getting beat without his partner interfering. Then again, his partner isn’t Jonathan Page so that’s all but confirmed.

WC: You don’t think Vauxhall might try to get back at him?

[Beavis just shakes his head.]

EB: Vauxhall may lack common sense, being that he agreed to this kind of partnership, but he isn’t stupid enough to bite the hand that feeds him. He’ll play like any good, little mindless slave and keep his master happy.

WC: You think Page’ll have this supposed ring rust that Vauxhall had?

[This time, Beavis laughs hard; thinking back to Page’s words.]

EB: Ring rust. If these guys are getting ring rust after only a few weeks then they have more than just us taking their belts to worry about. I mean…ring rust? Is that the best they can come up with?

WC: I guess so because that’s what the man said.

EB: What man? I just remember seeing a sniveling weasel say that.

[Carl pats his partner on the back before pulling into the parking lot of the Boys and Girls Club. Carl pulls up to the front door and stops to let Beavis out.]

WC: Do I even have to ask if you want me to come in for your promo?

[Beavis shakes his head “no” before closing the door. Carl nods his head, admiring the quick turnaround his partner made from last night, before finding a place to park the car. He decides to do like his partner last week and take this time to further his workout regime. Beavis makes his way through the hallway that he’s past through so many times now and into the familiar Media Room. He sees the usual camera crew who’ve set up their equipment in preparation for Beavis’s promo to come.]

Camera man: Hey Beavis! How’s it going man?

EB: Not too bad. Just ready to get this out of the way.

Camera man: I’m sure you are man. I know you’ve got an important match this week.

EB: They’re all important but this is especially important. I’m taking that pr*ck down a peg.

Camera man: Sounds good. We’re all set.

[The camera man gives the countdown and Beavis begins once the red record button flashes on.]

EB: You know, despite my partner’s words and actions last week, showing how much that match and this feud mean to us, I continue to hear people ask us “Why does this mean so much to you?” Why should we care so much about beating Page and his lackey in one-on-one competition when we don’t win the titles in such a match? The answer is simple: to prove a point. To prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that Never Surrender was a fluke; that the New Level is far superior to High Society no matter what the rules of warfare may be for the week; to show that Page and Vauxhall are champions to no one but themselves and that in the minds of the fans and the boys in the back, the belts truly belong to us.

[Beavis licks his lips and wipes at his mouth with his right hand before continuing.]

EB: On the ride here, Carl and I came to a realization about you, Page: you’re a man-child. A boy in the body of a supposed man. Through misfortune on our part and cheap tactics on yours, you gained the best looking toy at the store. Now, to either solidify yourself as a man in your own mind or to try and prove your own point whose merits only matter to you, you parade the toy around like a kid at a candy store.

[Beavis turns his face into his best Page look: a snotty, angry sneer.]

EB: THIS is MY belt and YOU can’t have it. YOU have to love ME because I said so and if you don’t I’M telling.

[Beavis’s demeanor turns back to serious as he crosses his arms.]

EB: But that story, like your’s, always has the same ending: a better man or two see through you and your followers’ bullsh*t, knock your teeth down your throat, take the “toy” that is rightfully ours and send you crying back to your mother. You want to tell me that it isn’t true, Page? Then explain to me how you’re even in the tag division now. Tell me how you managed to beat either the lowest of the low in RCW or those who were on their way out the door but couldn’t beat the highest quality of opponents, especially Nate Sipes. Tell us all how you lost to Nate in Natural Title matches not once…

[Beavis holds up his right index finger.]

EB: …not twice…

[Beavis holds up his right middle finger.]

EB: …but on three separate occasions.

[Beavis finishes making the point by holding up his right ring finger; a smile coming to his face.]

[Beavis soon lowers his hand as the serious demeanor comes back to his face.]

EB: Now, Page, tell me how you realized that you couldn’t accomplish what you wanted most, an RCW title reign, on your own and how you found the one big man in all of Britain that you could manipulate to be your partner; watch your back as it were when things got too tough. So, Page, go ahead and hold onto the fact that you’re a champion right now in RCW. Hell, we told you as much at the Southern Dynamite right after Never Surrender. It just goes to show how shallow you truly are when you can celebrate a “victory” like that. With Carl in control until your mindless drone pulled him down and held him down with your lifeless body on top. Seriously, are you proud of such a victory? Do your countrymen believe in a person such as you? I’d ask if your family puts up with it but I doubt you can find anyone who’d be willing to call themselves your family. Your mindset and your methods are the one thing that’ll not only chase away anyone that ever loved you but will also be the downfall in your career and your life. Sure, you can sit there and say how you don’t need anybody but such an attitude will leave you a lifeless shell once Vauxhall sees the light by turning his back on you and I doubt Georgia Lee would want to represent such a despot who can’t even handle his partner, let alone his opponents.

[Beavis’s serious attitude is temporarily broken as he thinks back to Page’s excuse on Vauxhall’s loss the previous week. He wipes at his mouth which makes the smile fade away.]

EB: I still find it interesting that when Vauxhall wrestles, he says nothing. When you wrestle, roll out the carpets because it’s time for the extravagance to begin. I see that there’s a method to the madness as you have him so far under your thumb that you tell him when and where to speak. I expected him to explain how bad it felt to have a competent opponent in the ring and an incompetent partner on the floor. Could Vauxhall have won last week on his own merits?

[Beavis shrugs.]

EB: We’ll never know because you and your little harlot decided to stick your noses where they weren’t supposed to be. You, Page, cost him the match last week and yet this week, instead of him venting on how you cost him the match, we here you explain that it was ring rust.

[Beavis just shakes his head and blinks in something close to bewilderment before continuing.]

EB: Ring rust? You’ve taken a few weeks off from active competition and you already have ring rust? I mean, do you guys even bother training between matches or do you spend your time celebrating whatever little successes you have by drinking all the wine you can find and finding whatever wh*res off of Downing Street that are willing to spend the night in your bed? If he or you gets ring rusts after only a few weeks than that only furthers the fact that you don’t deserve those tag belts and you don’t deserve to represent this profession. It also proves that you don’t take this seriously; you just see an extra payday to further your own wealth and also as a soapbox to preach your poison to the unsuspecting people who tune into RCW each week. Well, Page, I take this very seriously.

[The camera focuses on Beavis’s now very wide eyes; his demeanor as serious as ever.]

EB: All of you can say that these one-on-one matches don’t matter and that we’re just biding time before High Stakes. To see how much this means to me, how much it means to the New Level as a whole, just look into my eyes. This is our profession; our professional love. Every time we step into that ring, it means something to us. Every time we see someone make a mockery of our profession, we take it as a personal attack. Every time we see someone not only cheat their way through life and lay claim to something that isn’t theirs, we see that as an offense to nature. When we step into that ring at Southern Dynamite on Friday, Page, you will see that your “efforts” to be more accepted, your attempts to connect with the people will be all for naught. Nobody likes a loser, especially one with a crushed orbital bone, a broken windpipe and a shattered jaw.



EB: Then again, maybe they will like you after all of that, Page, because then they won’t have to listen to your lies and bullsh*t anymore. Besides, there's another reason both Carl and I want you to enjoy your temporary reign, Page: we want you to know how good it feels to think that you matter while holding those belts so that when we beat you and take our belts back, you'll know that for one, shining moment, you finally got what you wanted most in life and too quickly it was gone forever. Gone forever because you were able to weasel your way to glory but you weren't clever enough to stay on the mountain top. Then, when you're an old man with your shaking hands and faded memory in the old folks' home, you can tell the orderly for the millionth time before your daily dosage of meds on how you had the world in your hands and let it slip away. So, Page, continue to live out your days in your own little world because you will soon see that when it comes to wrestling abilities, I’m at a whole new level that you can only dream of attaining.

[The camera cuts and Beavis walks out the door. He makes his way back to the parking lot and to the rent-a-car; Carl waiting in the driver’s seat. Beavis climbs in on the passenger side and Carl starts the ignition.]

WC: So, what all did you say?

EB: Nothing that wasn’t true. If Page were smart, he’d retire after we took our belts back. That is, if he makes it that far.

WC: Right on man.

[Beavis doesn’t say that, despite his efforts, the dream is still heavy on his mind. In fact, all the while telling the world just how rotten a core that Page has, he kept thinking in the back of his mind, “Should I be worried about HJ?” This shadow looms over him as he and Carl drive off.]