SD # 4 3Way - Kingston vs. Comelightly vs. Johnson

[Franky Higgs]

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[Isaac Comelightly]

(The smell of hickory drifted across the pleasant mid-morning breeze and throughout the ‘Fairfield Bay Bonanza Fair’. The annual three day event had just opened and stalls and displays were surrounded by eager Arkansas residents, young and old gathered to enjoy. Three people desperate not to appear as tourists looked on with a mix of eagerness and apprehension, Samantha Comelightly was excited to bring young Tara to the fair, but she hadn’t realise Isaac would insist on wearing the same outfit as he had for Dynamite.)

SC: Isaac, do you have to wear that damn sheriff’s hat?

IC: I’m the new sheriff of the RCW Sam, I have too, and why aren’t you in ya Daisy Duke’s?

SC: Well mainly because I’m not a street corner whore…

IC: …..Sam! Not in front of Tara!


(Isaac saw something in the distance, and like an excited child spying a candyfloss stand he took Samantha by the hand and led her and Tara to a display, weaving manically through the crowd until they were there.)

IC: Ahh-haa! This is what.

SC: ‘This’ is what you….’want’?!?!


(It was a good, old-fashioned ‘Test Your Strength’ stall, the large structure with measurements going upwards towards a gleaming gold bell towered over the muscular owner, who was leaning casually on a robust wooden mallet.)

IC: Don’t ya get it Sam, I’m facing two big, brawny goliaths on Wednesday, I need to see what makes these big lumps tick.

SC: Aaah, and there’s me thinking you were gonna humiliate yourself by trying to make the bell ring!

IC: Humph, I would not ‘humiliate’ myself thank you very much, this is all about technique, not raw strength….watch!


(Isaac strides indignantly over to the store owner.)

SO: Well hullo thur boi…

IC: …Yeah hi, I want to have a go at this thanks.


(Isaac thrusts some notes at him)

SO: Well, umm shure, jus make shure that ya hit that thur pad wit da mallet.


(The owner casually hands the mallet one handed to Isaac who drinks it with two hands and nearly falls over much to the amusement of his wife and daughter.)

IC: Yes, yes, thank you, that isn’t helping.

SC: We weren’t laughing hun, we were….encouraging.

(Isaac still smiles in a sarcastic manner and turns back to face the tower)

SC: Now my little princess, lets not laugh at Daddy, despite how silly he’s going to make himself.


(Isaac takes a lunge at the pad, swinging the mallet as hard a she can, the veins making aqueducts for his sweat on his brow as he crunches the mallet down with an enormous crash……only for the indicator to creep slowly up to the first mark.. Isaac stares at it from down on his knees, the air fleeing from his lungs.)

IC: WHAT?!?! That….can’t…be….I….nailed…it….fixed….rigged….machine.


(The owner smiles and takes the mallet from Isaac before bringing it down hard on the pad, causing the indicator to shoot up and hit the bell, the noise ringing throughout the fair.)

IC: Aaw crap!

SC: If I were you babe I’d learn to run when you face Johnson and Kingston!


(Isaac scowls and takes her hand and leads her away.)

SC: Learn anything new?!?!

IC: Yes, I’d rather be handsome and brainy than muscular and strong.

SC: Yeah….I wish you were as well!

IC: I’m not worried Sam, I just feel like it’ll like Gulliver’s travels for me, those two are huge and if they gang up on me then I’m in big trouble.

SC: Why would they gang up on you?

IC: Come on babe, I’m the hottest property the RCW has, if they have any sense whatsoever they’ll double team me till I’m out the picture then focus on each other. Then again…..if they are smart enough….hmm….FOLLOW ME!

SC: Well d’uh, you have my hand!


(Isaac had got his eyes on a signpost that read ‘ANNUAL ARKANSAS TUG OF WAR TOURNEY 2007’)

IC: Look at them Sam, look at them go!


(In front of them and the crowd that were already there were two teams of five men, all large, stocky, sweaty men, tied to the gigantic ropes and leaning back at their respective angles trying to pull the other team over the mark on the floor and into the mudpool that had developed in the middle of it all.)

IC: Tell me Sam, why do they think they do it, why do they publicise their strength like this?

SC: Err….because its on every year?

IC: No! Think about it, this is the ultimate show of strength, if you spend all your life becoming more and more powerful, its pointless unless you can demonstrate your strength to people. That’s why these slack-jawed yokels ties themselves to rope and try and pull each other to the floor….because they have too, because they need to show everyone just how humungous their power is.

SC: So you think Mark Kingston and Brett Johnson….

IC: ….Are slaves to their routine of muscular development! They need to beat up on people and bench press opponents in order to satisfy their ego and the time they spend developing their bodies. Well come Dynamite they will find out that Isaac Comelightly will have a few tricks up his sleeve for them!


(Samantha raises her eyebrows that causes Tara to laugh)

IC: What?

SC: Everytime you say that something hideously goes wrong!

IC: Oh that is not true and you know it!

SC: Fine, let’s list them shall we, first off there was….

IC: …Okay, okay, you’ve made your point! Look let’s just enjoy the day, I’ll worry about Dumb and Dumber later.


(Several hours have passed, Isaac has set up a camera in his private study back home as he prepares to vent his feelings on the upcoming match. He’s dressed as he was this morning except now he has a black “ITS 2 EASY!” T-shirt on. He sits on a stool in front of the camera and gathers his thought for a moment before clicking ‘record’)

IC: What up, its ya boy Isaac, the new sheriff of RCW, getting ready to ride into the land of giants next week on Dynamite. Now I ain’t got a problem with that, it brings with it a chance to get a shot at the Southern Heritage so ya know I’ll be gunning for everyone. Se coming up to them boys stomachs doesn’t bother me a jot, ya think I became multi-time World Champion by only fighting folks the same size as me, I DON’T CARE IF THEY ARE THREE FOOT OR TWELVE FOOT, A HUNDRED POUNDS OR SIX HUNDRED, I WILL DECIMATE ANYONE WHO’S PUT IN MY WRESTLING RING….YA HEAR THAT KINGSTON…YA LISTENING JOHNSON?


(Isaac composes himself, takes a couple of swigs from a water bottle and continues.)

IC: Been reading up on ya Kingston, or ‘King’ as ya seem to like to be known, well Mark lets put a few home truths out on the table shall we? I may be twenty eight but I’ve been in this industry a lifetime, and I’ve seen more “Oh my family is so poor, all we did was eat dust and drink p**s as kids. So I got me some creatine and a dealer who has some decent Eastern European steroids and now I look like a Greek God!” like you come and go then I can remember. Just because you’re big doesn’t make you good, just because you can rip telephone directories in half doesn’t mean you can stop the new sheriff of RCW for tying ya up in knots and dirtying my boots a new shade of King a** juice!


(A cocky smirk drifts across Isaac’s face as he contemplates his next verbal assault.)

IC: And all this nicey nicey hand slapping, baby kissing good guy s**t ain’t fooling no-one, cos when the chips are down there’s three of us in that ring that will rip our Grannies’ heads off if we had too to win, and if ya say ya wouldn’t ya either a liar or a coward. So come on, drop the strong silent type approach, lemme hear what’s in ya head besides flies with sat nav, I wanna hear ya give ya prime time acceptance speech about how ya wanna save the world and open up donkey sanctuary’s in Budapest. COEM ON, GIVE US THE TRUTH….TELL US YA WILL HAPPILY KILL ME, MAIM ME, DISFIGURE JOHNSON TO GET THAT TTILE SHOT….DROP THE ‘DRIVING MISS DAISY’ ACT AND FACE THE FACT YA INA THREE WAY WITH TWO MEN WHO WILL SNAP YA LIMBS IF WE HAVE TOO!


(Isaac calms down and casually looks up at the ceiling.)

IC: And so Brett Johnson, the Crimson Dragon, or should that be ‘Dragon’ the past up? You have an extensive resume that you provided, there’s just one slight problem, no-one here in RCW gives a flying f**k about what you’ve done in these feds beforehand. Yeah nice win last week, but was he Isaac standard…HELL NO…NO-ONE AND I REPEAT NO-ONE IS ISAAC STANDARD.


(Isaac stands up and walks slowly towards the camera)

IC: You are what I used to be Johnson, rich, brash, arrogant, manipulative, then I wised up, seems ya haven’t yet, and now ya looking like some washed up old play boy who desperate for some old tart to come listen to his stories then give him a h**d j*b in a dark corner later. Yeah yeah, ya got ya trophy wife, but come on, ya think she’ll hang round once the wins and the fame start to slide?!?! She’s high maintenance and once I put you out of contention for titles here she’s gonna start scanning the locker room for the next guy to leech off. COS IF YA AIN’T GOT HART OR NASH AS YA SURNAME, COMING OUT OF CANADA THEN CHANCES ARE YA AIN’T WORTH SH*T OLD MAN! OOH LOOK HE CAN BENCH PRESS ME, WHOOP-DE-FR***IN-DO! BRING SOME HEART AND SOME DEDICATION TO THE RING THEN WE’LL TALK.


(Isaac pauses in front of the camera.)

IC: This is my first time to shine here in the RCW, there is no way, NO WAY, NOT A SNOWBALL’S CHANCE IN HELL, that I will let this get away from me, so yeah, bring on the giants, I got a slingshot and a huge pair of rocks…..lets get this on.


(Fades to black.)

[Brett Johnson]

The scene opens to the inside of a rather nice looking study. There is a deer head on the one wall over a fireplace and on the other walls have various wrestling championship belts and pictures of wrestlers and wrestling posters. The camera zooms in on one and we see a younger Crimson Dragon Brett Johnson holding up a trophy in the Tokyo dome. The sound of a door opening and two people walking in is herd, the camera spins around and we see Brett and his bodyguard and longtime friend Morpheus walk in, Morpheus is holding a file folder and a video tape.

Brett: Ok Morph did you get the stuff I asked for. I realize I usually do it but after that screw up at the school. I had to take care of some legal issues. Plus give Chris a little taste of his own medicine.


Morpheus: Yea I got that stuff. But I have to ask did you really have to go after Benito that way he was good to us in MCW.

Brett: Well yea but he never was a good businessman and he owned the Mexican government a lot of money.

Morpheus: Yes but buying the MCW out from under him that is just cold.

Brett: Hey what can I say war is cold, But Benito still has 25 % of the fed and this way Chris has no chance in hell of getting that idiot Rocky a job in Mexico. You know how all the other promoters love him (Brett says the last words sarcastically).

Morpheus: Well you do have a point there and we know Japan is out of the question. Anyways you want to talk about this. (Holds up the tape and the folder.

Brett: Ok let’s take a look at the tape and then we will discus the other stuff. Does he really come off as a moron.

Morpheus: Yup.

Brett: Damn and I was thinking he could have been an ally oh well let’s see how bad it is


Morpheus puts the tape in the machine and Brett watches this weeks promos from his two opponents this week. After Isaacs Brett shakes his head. After Mark Kingston’s first promo finishes Brett looks confused like he just sat through a university Latin class. After Marks second promo Brett is in tiers from laughing so hard.


Brett: (composing himself) Ok man that was real bad I don’t know which one to address first.

Morpheus: I told you these two our so green it shows. I mean….

Brett: I know let’s start with the real moron. Isaac Comestoosoon or Comestolate or Comestolight or whatever the hell you call yourself.

Morpheus: Comelightly

Brett: Whatever, Isaac my friend land of giants you only come up to my stomach, I am 6’2 275lbs and your what’s his bio says Morph

Morpheus: (opening the file folder) Isaac Comelighty 6’2” 203lbs

Brett laughs.

Brett: So are you going to wrestle me on your knees cause then yes you are going to have a hard time and frankly my friend even tho I am flattered I don’t play that side of the field. Also you talk about my resume that is listed on the roster sheet. I didn’t post it AJ did and probably cause some of those feds I where in where national feds and people in Arkansas came to some of those show and would know my name. It’s called smart business on his part in terms you can understand I put asses in the seats, sell tickets whatever you like. As for the stuff about people not caring I could give two ###k’s but I don’t see that stops you from mentioning you have been two time world champ or whatever. And you think people give a s##t. Hell no.

Brett starts to walk back and forth in front of the fireplace.

Brett: So I am not sure if you took too many shots to the head or your smoking something but before you go calling people giants and muscle freaks maybe you should check out the stats on the roster. You moron as for you being like me once I was once as dumb as you and thought the fans cared about me but that all changed. But I am not getting into that it’s in the past in another fed and well I don’t need to tell you about it.

Brett walks over to his desk computer desk by the window, he looks out the window and watches his wife and daughter chatting by the pool. He smiles then turns back to look at the camera.

Brett: Now that brings me to Mr. Kingston, Marky Marky Marky your first promo was interesting you couldn’t understand what the hell you where talking about but you had something there I liked it. Then well you go and blow the whole character out of the water and just show that you’re a little boy playing at being rich and you have no clue how bad that is for you. Cause you showed weakness there and if you have a weakness outside the ring then you have one inside and I will find it. I have not been in this business this long and got this rich by not knowing how to read my opponents both in and out of the ring. (smiles) And by the time this is over both you and Isaac will be wishing you had never been in the ring with the Crimson Dragon

With that both Morpheus and Brett get up and exit the room they can be then seen through the study window walking towards the pool and the two ladies at poolside as the camera fades to black.

[Brett Johnson]

The scene opens outside a huge office Building a long black limo pulls up in front of the building and out of it steps The Crimson Dragon Brett Johnson followed by his wife Heavenly. They walk into the building and get on the elevator Brett presses the 22nd floor button the camera fades out as the doors close and fades back in as the elevator reaches the 22nd floor. Brett and Heavenly step off the elevator turn right and walk through a glass door as the door shuts we see the worlds Stone and Black Law firm.

Brett and heavenly are greeted inside by a rather attractive female and then by a familiar face to some at the RCW Johnny Pelf. The four of them go into a board room and shut the door. The camera switches to inside and we see them sitting down at the table Johnny and the female on one side and Brett and Heavenly on the other side.

Brett: Ok Helen what have you got for me.

Johnny: Can I ask why I am here.

Heavenly: Because you work for a jerk and we need you to take these papers to your almighty good friend Chris.

Brett: Honey that is no way to treat your Brother in Law.

Heavenly: Well he needs to decide who his true family and who is the slim and the tramp.

Johnny: Hey that is my sister you are talking abut and her husband has been good to me and Troy.


Female Voice (from the corner of the room): Yea right that is why you are always over there and they keep dumping that brat of there’s on us every time they go out of town. And why Chris works you so much I hardly see you then yea there good to us.


Johnny: Troy what the Hell. Where is this coming from, I though you loved Anthony and Denise has always treated you good.

Troy: Yea and that is why we can’t see are niece Lisa when Anthony is over. I would like to see her you know. Or why we can’t go over to my sister and her husband here (points at Brett and Heavenly) because your too scared Chris will find out. Let’s face it Johnny you are so far up Chris’s **s you need to ask him when you can take a breath. And I am here to let you know once this meeting is over I am going to be moving in with my sister until things change around our house.

Johnny sits there looking stunned and almost on the verge of tears from the verbal lashing his pregnant wife just gave him.

Helen: If the domestic crap is done I have the papers you need to sign Mr. Johnson.


Johnny: (still upset) What papers are those?

Brett: Well I know Chris and by now he is working a way around my Buying MCW. So this is just to make sure his new Protégé stays where I want him. You see I have all my students sign a contract.

Johnny: Yes so what does that have to do with Rocky and Chris?

Helen: Well the contract is for two years and states the student can not seek employment anywhere with out the permission of the House of Pain staff they signed with. And seeing as Mr. Sinclair did not sign Mr. Malibu he had no right in getting Mr. Malibu a contract with the RCW and as soon as Mr. Malibu signed the contract he was in breach of Contract which means he owes Mr. Johnson a sum of money which was agreed to by Mr. Malibu when he signed the contract.

Johnny: Ok so give me the figure I will get Chris to write a check and it will be over with.


Helen: I am sorry that brings us to the other part of the issue. I don’t think Mr. Sinclair will be in any way able to pay since I have had his accounts frozen pending a criminal investigation about a rather large amount of money that has gone missing from the House of Pain since his last visit.

Johnny looks furious from this accusation

Johnny: Ok Brett that is low that is beyond right.

Brett looks at Johnny calmly

Brett: It is not me who said he took the money it was Midknight he is the one that claims he saw Chris leave with a large briefcase and after he left when he went to draw some money out of the vault it was empty.

Johnny: Your kidding right Midknight would never say that.


Helen hands Johnny a piece of paper which we can presume is the statement from Midknight. Johnny’s head just sinks.

Johnny: Why would he say that?

Brett: Well I have my suspicions but I can’t do anything but have Ms. Stone here look into it and that is why she has froze Chris accounts. I should say maybe you should talk to Midknights brother or Chris should.


Johnny: Ok so how much does Rocky owe.

Helen hands him another piece of paper


Johnny: Holy ***K you have to be kidding that will take him 3 years at what he gets paid now. And this says you will be taking his RCW pay so he is working for free for the next 3 years??

Brett: He agreed to it I told him there was reasons for this and how much did he think would be fair he gave me that number.

Johnny: Oh man this is not going to be fun to explain to Chris.

Brett grabs the papers from Helen and signs them then him Heavenly and his pregnant sister in law leave the office. The camera fades to black. The camera then fades back in a few hours later Brett is sitting in his study re-watching his opponent’s promos as he sips a glass of wine.


Brett: Isaac I still can’t believe you are that dumb. As for you Mark you want to play at being the King go for it but if you want to know how a real rich man plays come with me after I defeat you this week and watch how I party I have the Jet waiting and the suite in Vegas on hold for me. And the ladies well you know what they say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

Brett takes another sip of his wine

Brett: Now I wish you luck this week Chris I know you are trying to focus on being the odds on favorite to win that there title your going for but I have a feeling you are not going to be as focused (laughs) I told you little man the games where about to start. And I never lie. As for my match this week I have no worries and if you think about interfering then I have a plan for that. So inclosing Isaac Comelightly and Mark Kingsley the Crimson Dragon will be waiting to make you just another bloody stepping stone on the way to him taking the RCW to the heavens.

With that the camera fades as Brett flips the TV to an all wrestling station.

[Isaac Comelightly]

(It takes a lot to prise the sheriff’s hat from Isaac’s head, but this problem had done it. Isaac stood with the hat in one hand, and the other quizzically stratching his head as he read the note Samantha had scribbled on a piece of paper next to the phone.)

IC: Sam…..Saaaaaaam……SAAAAAAAAAAM!

(Nothing, silence, it seems Isaac was alone.)

IC: Damnit, why did I have to marry someone who has the cursive handwriting of a blind dyslexic?!?!

(No sooner had the words left his lips then he heard the click-clack of Samantha’s heels on the patio outside.)

SC: I heard that!

IC: What I meant was…umm…that you…err…are very gorgeous, yeah, that’s it…ahem.

SC: Look, it says clearly, AJ wants you to do a spot of publicity work.

(Isac replaced his precious hat and picked the note up, looking at it as though someone had written encrypted code on it to some hidden treasure.)

IC: ‘That’ says ‘that’? How did you know it was AJ?

SC: Well he kept calling me ‘doll’, he was slightly slurring his words….and he said it was AJ….Sherlock.

IC: Humph, okay smart-ass, so what have I to do?

SC: I dunno, he said just turn up at “Jeremiah’s” at noon, and all would become clear.

IC: Great, a few days before my debut match at Dynamite and I have some wild goose chase around Arkansas to promote me whupping their asses.

SC: Please tell me you’ll change….at least headwear….please say headwear.

IC: Doesn’t being married to a real life sheriff turn you on Sam?

SC: Okay, one, you’re not a real life sheriff, picking up a hat with a badge on it isn’t exactly legally binding. Oh, and secondly, when the hat starts to smell like Tara’s diapers, then no, its not arousing, now take the damn thing off and clean it.

IC: You want me….I sense it!

SC: Grr, I’m off to get changed for this publicity exercise, I suggest you do the same.

(Samantha storms off leaving Isaac slightly confused.)

IC: Huh, women, one day we men will understand them.

(An hour or so later and the Comelightly family are pulling up outside of “Jeremiah’s”, it’s a local bar that recently has done its best to be classed as a sports bar. By that they’ve added a few more pool tables, added some more screens to show more live sports and stuck some sport based photos on the wall. Isaac is all ‘sheriffed’ up, with a black “ITS 2 EASY” t-shirt on. Sam has a summer dress on and little Tara has a mini version of Isaac’s t-shirt on. They walk into the bar to find it relatively busy for the time of day during the week, a golf tournament is being screened on one side of the bar while ESPN sportdesk is playing on a nearby wall. Neither screen’s register with Isacc, he’s took busy trying to come to terms wit a sign that stands between the screens. “TODAY: NOON TILL ONE, FIGHT RCW SUPERSTAR ISAAC COMELIGHTLY FOR FREE RCW TICKETS!”)

IC: What the…….

(The barman spots Isaac and runs over, shaking him vigourously by the hand like some excited school boy.)

BM: Howdy Isaac, the name’s Stu.

IC: Err…hi Stu…umm….

BM: …It sure is great to be making ya acquaintance, I know a lot of the bys are looking forward to meeting ya.

(Isaac glanced again at the sign.)

IC: Yeah, I bet they are.

(Stu seemed confused and followed Isaac’s eye-line to the sign before cracking a toothy smile.)

BM: Oh that? Yeah, that sure did drum up a whole heap of new custom.

IC: Did you frisk them for weapons?!?!

(Stu cracks up, doubling over and slapping his thighs.)

IC: Damnit, I was being serious, listen Stu my man, on Wednesday I have my in-ring debut, I have a chance to progress to the title match, I can’t risk getting glassed by some random a few days beforehand,.

BM: Glassed? Son have ya been on the brown oil?!?!

IC: That better not be a euphemism for something! Now I know Kingston and Johnson shouldn’t tax me that much, but I don’t want to risk it, so if we could alter the term ‘fight’ that would be good.

BM: I think ya have the wrong end of the stick Isaac, come round to the back….

IC: ….I want a huge stick, with spikes on the end, that’s about thirty foot long, so I can’t get hit!

(Samantha raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders causing Tara to laugh.)

IC: I have a bad feeling about this, okay Stu, give me ya worst.

(Stu leads them round to the outside area of the bar where what can only be described as a mini bouncey castle has been erected, a line of burly men are standing chatting and Isaac's appearance gets a mix of whoots and excited readiness for what's about to go down. Isaac, and now Samantha seem particualrly concerned by this.)

IC: Stu, you said I had nothing to worry about man.

(Stu just smiled and took Isaac by the hand and led him to the side of the bouncey castle.)

BM: Ya get to wear this!

IC: OH NO....NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOO!

BM: Well, ya can just go at it like that if ya rather, each gy has to to try and pin ya for ten seconds and they get free tickets for Wednesday.)

(Isaac took anotherlook at the now rather hyped-up group.)

IC: Grr, damnit, I better wear it, but Kingston and Johnson are gonna have a field day with this!

(Isaac disappears around the back of the bouncey castle, only to return dressed ina giant inflatable sumo wrestler's costume. Samantha cannot supress her laughter, neither can Tara, which in turn sets everyone else off, much to the indignation of Isaac.)

IC: Yes thank you, but I'm here for soem serious action and maybe a little work-out for my chance at the title.....

(Before he can finish that Isaac tries to get on the bouncey castle and falls flat on his face causing even more laughter.)

IC: LETS JUST DO THIS ALREADY! BRING UP THE FIRST ONE!

(A guy who towers over Isaac carefully gets on the bouncey castle, the two men rock uneasily.)

BM: Ya have thirty seconds to get a ten count on Isaac, go!

(The guy walks slowly to Isaac who suddenly realises how cumbersome the suit is.)

IC: Jeez, now I know how Kingston must feel!

(The guy dives at Isaac and spears him to the ground, thankfully for Isaac the suit takes the brunt of the attack, the guy hops on top of Isaac.)

BM: 1.....2......3......4.....

(Being in a rotund outfit on a bouncing, wobbling surface it now became apparant to Isaac that there was about as much chance of him kicking out as either Kingston or Johnson to the 'Drive to Despair'.)

BM: 5.....6.....7....8....9....10!

(The guy jumps off Isaac with a look of satisfaction and helps Isaac to his feet.)

BM: First winner of the day!

IC: I get the feeling he won't be the last!

(Over the next hour or so Isaac lost pretty much every challenge, and on the occasion he did succeed he felt so guilty he ended up giving thema ticket anyway. Isaac saw the idea of AJ's, give the people soemthign fun to watch, give the wrestler an impossible task, and the crowd gets swelled Wednesday night, everyone's happy, well almost everyone.)

IC: How I never broke my back I'll never know.

SC: Maybe because you were stuck inside a giant foam sumo costume hun?!?!

IC: I wish I could say that was a useful workout, but other than feel what it must eb like for Kingston or Johnson to face me, I got little out of it.

SC: You kept the boss happy!

IC: Yeah remind me to have a little word with him about that later!

(Several hours later Isaac is back in his cellar, his game face has returned and he clearly has some things on his mind he needs to get off.)

IC: I wasn't sure what to expect from you boys, or you old men in Johnson's case, but I would have figured for something a little better than schoolboy jokes about my surname, and not even particularly good ones at that. If that's as much creativity as you have, then its going to be real easy to pick you apart at Dynamite.

(A thin smile, almost a sneer crept across Isaac's face for a second.)

IC: Dynamite will be good for me, I get to put you two behind me, believe me I can't wait for that cos there's nothing more painful in this world than having to force myself to sit through listenign to your promos just to hear ya little jibes about me. Damn is this what the reality TV culture has brought us? Two retards who share inane family and business ventures with us. We're in the entertainment industry boys, ask yaselveswhy in ten minutes last week yours truely got more reaction fromthe crowd then you two could ever wish for....I give people what they want.

(Isaac pauses, drinking slowly froma water bottle before fixing his eyes on the camera lens again.)

IC: See I strapped myself to the sofa and forced myself to endure ya promo's, and what do I get from it, well I learnt that Kingston is that he has the most boring life imaginable, seriously man, you need to either lighten up, go to some bars, meet some new people, pull the stick out ya a** or just go the other way and end it, cos its painful, really, its damn painful.As for Johnson, well I found out I made a slight boo-boo with his size, I found out he likes to talk about weakness for waaaaaaaaaay too long, and he has a s**t load of wine which is probably one of the reasons that tramp slut woman hangs round him as much as possible. I'll tell ya what I didn't make a mistake with though, that you are nowhere on my level, ya think where, what, who ya live with makes a tiny nuggetty lump of s**t of difference to Wednesday? Even you aint that dumb, and I know that's a reach.

(The smile returned, this time it was a genuine smile.)

IC: Yeah I'm relaxed, I've seen what I'm up against, and even if its my wrestling debut and first match in six years, I see two guys as my opponents who are denser than a forest fire. The RCW hired me because even ina small regional fed I am box office, the way I look, the way I act, the way I speak. Learn from me, progress, develop, or stay tugging them curtains for the rest of ya careers. Wednesday sees us part company and go our seperate ways, I'm on the up, I'll wave to ya both if I look down.

(Fade to black.)

[Brett Johnson]

The camera fades into an unusual sight a lone man standing in a ring, as the camera pans around we see it is an empty arena that this ring is in and it is none other than the Fayetteville Boys and Girls club, home of the RCW. As the camera gets closer we see the man in the ring is none other than the “Crimson Dragon” Brett Johnson he is dressed in jeans and a Good to Be Bad t-shirt

Brett: Isaac Comelightly, I guess I did take you lightly no pun intended there my young friend. But you showed me the error of my ways (laughs). Yea like that would ever happen that a two bit curtain jerker with high hopes would show me up.

Brett walks to the corner and props himself up on the buckle.

Brett: I will have to say out of my two opponents you are the one I know will give me the most challenge. Kingsley seems to be in his own little world, you on the other hand seem to be focused and willing to fight and I like that it makes the victory even sweeter when my hand is raised and yours isn’t. (Brett smiles.)

Brett looks around the arena at the empty seats and smiles again

Brett: So I saw your little performance at the bar, even got a close look I will say your wife looks real nice from the back. And you have a cute looking daughter. But really Isaac if you think kissing the boss **s is going to get you to the upper levels then you are dreaming. You didn’t make him any profit this week yea we will have a big crowd but we won’t have there money for there ticket’s cause you gave them free tickets. Sure the bar made money and yea some of them may buy merchandise but not all of them will and those are the one we lose money from.

Brett hops down from the ring post and walks to the opposite ropes he then rolls out of the ring and stands just outside the ring.

Brett: I hope the guys in the back let the sheriff know how much they appreciate him taking money out of there pockets cause you know its in most of are contracts we get a portion of the gate take and well you just lowered that. So Isaac you put a big target on your back I hope your happy. Know I now the boss told you to do this but did he tell you to lose what 15 to 20 tickets that is wrong I mean if some guy inters a contest and loses he doesn’t get the prize. (Shakes his head.)

Brett then walks up the walk way and out of the arena the camera follows him as he walks through the back and out the exit to the parking lot. He looks at the box office window which says sold out and again shakes his head.

Brett: Normally that would be a good thing, selling out but knowing that a small portion of those tickets where given away and that there is no money going to the company or to well me that just pisses me off. Isaac you wanted me focused you wanted a challenge you got one now son. YOU MAY BE RETURNING TO WRESTLING AFTER SIX YEARS BUT YOU WILL BE LEAVING FAYETTEVILLE A LOSER AND BLOODY MESS I WILL MAKE SURE OF THAT.

Brett calms him self for a few minutes before speaking again.

Brett: And after I beat you if your pretty little wife wants to see what its like to be with a winner and not some chump. I would be more than willing to give her a thrill. Like I said she has a nice backdoor. (Brett smiles)

Brett then walks around the building to his limo that is waiting for him. We see Morpheus his bodyguard standing by the door.

Morpheus: So are we done here.

Brett: For now yes let’s go to the house and see how things are coming along.

The camera watches as the Limo pulls out of the parking lot and then fades to black. A Few hours later it fades back in and we see a nice looking house with a huge fence around it and at least 10 acres of land. The black limo is parked in front of the house. The camera then switches to inside and we see a lot of work men moving furniture and boxes as Brett and a Man in a suite talk.

Man: Ok Mr. Johnson the place is yours and we are so happy you have chosen to move down here since you are working down here.

Brett: Hold on there buddy I never said I was moving down here. Just this is a hell of a lot better than that flea bag you call a hotel here. I bought this small place so I would at leas be able to be comfortable when I do come to town to work.

The man doesn’t know what to say at the comments Brett just made

Brett: Now if you don’t mind I have some business to take care of (points at the camera).

The man walks off looking a little mad and Brett leads the camera to an empty room.

Brett: Ok now this is better. So I addressed Isaac so I don’t need to say anymore to you abut what I am going to do. As for your wife well I can leave that for now lets just say she would be happy. So that brings me to Mr. Kingsley the man who thinks he is a king. Frankly I have not much to say about you I think what I do to both you and Isaac will say volumes. You can bet your **s I am now focused on one thing and that is winning at all cost even if that means bending a few rules (smiles evilly). After Dynamite both of you guys will never be the same and the so called sheriff will be dead, now if you guys don’t mined I have some house cleaning to do.

With that the camera fades to black.