RCW SD #7 - Goody's/Mark Martin Aerial Assault

[Franky Higgs]

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RP deadline is Tuesday, October 16 @ 11:59 PM CST.

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[Pure Original]

The scene opens to show the Enforcer Rocky Malibu sitting in a bench with nothing but a towel covering himself. He leans back against the wall and light knock is heard coming from the other side of the door.

RM: Enter.

The door opens and the Pure Originals wife Denise Pelf-Sinclair enters followed by her bodyguard Snake. Denise is wearing low cut jeans and a tight Canadian Horsemen Baby T. Snake on the other hand is wearing ripped jeans and a black XWA T-shirt. The two walk to wards Rocky who begins to stand.

DPS: No need to stand Rocky.

As Rocky sits back down he begins to speak.

RM: To what do I owe the pleasure? I thought you were staying home this week.

DPS: That was the plan originally, but Chris and I are heading to Mexico to look into Brett's purchase of the MCW. As for why I am in here with you. Well I wanted to be the first person to congratulate you on your win against Willy Franklin. From experience I know how nerve racking your first match can be.

RM: Thanks I was really nervous on the way out, but once the match got underway I really started to get into a grove.

S: That you did kid, but you made one tiny mistake.

RM: How so?

S: You went a little too easy on Willy. After the Spine buster you should of picked him up and nailed him with the DDT. Other then that the match was awesome, not too many people actually win there first match out.

DPS: That's very true. By the way Rocky, where is Chris?

RM: He mentioned something about doing some scouting while we were here. I think he's got his eye on Puck.

S: Puck? That doesn't seem like Chris. Want me to go look for him Denise?

DPS: I'm sure hell turn up when he is done.

S: Still Puck doesn't seem like the type of person Chris would ever recruit into a stable, but maybe he is just getting desperate enough to bring him in.

RM: I guess time will only tell.

DPS: I guess so.

Just then the door opens and the Pure Original enters the room wearing dark pants and a Canadian Horsemen T-Shirt. He sees Denise and a small smile creeps across his face. He walks over to her and gives her a kiss. After the couple kisses they part and Chris shakes hands with Snake and then Rocky.

CS: Good job out there tonight Rocky. Now Hopefully Little Willy has learned not to mess with the Horsemen. You and I have both beaten his *Bleep*.

RM: So did you find what you were looking for Chris?

CS: Not really this time out, but it will all change sooner then later.

S: Were you seriously scouting Puck?

CS: Why not? He's a well accomplished tag team wrestler who looks to be almost ready to break out on his own. Speaking of Puck, I'm booked against him next week.

RM: Really?

CS: Yeah, him and 4 others. Brett included.

DPS: What kind of match is it?

CS: Something called "Aerial Assault".

DPS: Aerial Assault?

CS: Yeah, Aerial Assault. The only way to win the match is to eliminate your opponents after delivering a move off the top rope.

S: Sounds interesting. Brett will already be seen at a disadvantage. He doesn't do much off the top rope.

CS: I wouldn't count him out that quickly Snake, Brett is a veteran and will do whatever it takes to win. Mind you in the fans eyes the early favorite has to be my opponent in the ridiculous "Coal Miners Glove Match", El Bastardo Del Talon. Just because of his style. Well at least this way I'll be able to see first hand exactly what the punk is all about.

RM: So what is this match all about?

CS: The match is being presented by the good folks at Goody's Headache Powder and Mark Martin Ford Mercury in Bentonville. The winner gets a car, that part I could care less about. The only thing I care about going into this match is winning at all costs.

S: So other then Puck, El Bastardo, and Brett who else is in this match?

CS: Adam Davids from the Trench Coat Mafia and Pete Hardy.

RM: It sure has an international feel to it. Three Canucks, two Brits and a Mexican.

CS: Two Brits by birth, Pete now lives somewhere in California. At 39 years old I don't see him lasting all that long into the match. Pete from what Johnny has told me doesn't like to mess around in the ring. That may work to his favor one on one, but in a match like this you have to pace yourself and pick your spots to win. I'm Pete is smart enough to realize that.

DPS: I'm sure your right about that.

CS: I'm counting on it Denise. While Pete, Brett and I whittle down the two tag wrestlers and that moron El Bastardo. I can then play Pete and Brett off each other, let them wear themselves out. I can then capitalize and steal the win.

RM: Aren't you worried about Adam and Puck?

CS: Of course I am. Just because they are mainly tag wrestlers here in the RCW doesn't mean they can't bring it when they are called upon. Plus both are fairly young wrester's. Both men are in their early to mid twenties. Both men can nail you from anywhere at any time. If they couldn't do that then they shouldn't even bother entering the match. I'm both of them are looking forward to having a chance to win that car. I have enough cars, so if I win this match the car is yours Rocky. Hell you may even be able to give it to Brett to pay off that money he claims you owe him.

RM: Sounds good. Speaking of Brett do you think you'll get to focused on him and lose focus in the match?

CS: Not at all. Knowing Brett the way I do he'll either help me make sure we are the last two men standing, or he'll come after me right away and end up being the first man eliminated.

S: Any special plans or surprises in store for you opponents?

CS: Just one, the debut of my new set up move. The Original Back Cracker.

S: What exactly is it?

CS: You'll have to watch Southern Dynamite like everyone else to find out.

RM: Do you guys mind stepping out so I can get dressed? It's starting to get cold sitting here in this towel.

DPS: Sure Rocky. Chris and I should probably get going to the airport if we plan on catching our flight to Mexico.

CS: Sounds good to me. Snake you coming with us to Mexico?

S: Nah, I got some stuff I want to get done at the house.

RM: Now that that is all settled will you all please step out so I can get dressed?

Rocky gets up and starts shooing the three people out of the room. As Snake is going out the door he reaches back and removes Rocky's towel. Exposing the Enforcer's rear to the world.

RM: Hey!!

!!!FADE!!!

[Pure Original]

The scene opens to show the chaos that is known as the Mexico City International airport. Hundreds of people are scene either lugging their luggage from one end of the airport to the other. Other people are shown either waiting in line to board their planes or waiting to go through customs. We find the Pure Original and his lovely wife Denise Pelf-Sinclair patiently waiting their turn to go through. Chris is wearing a black MCW T-shirt, black shorts and black runners. Denise is wearing a tight white top and brown khaki shorts. Both are wearing dark sunglasses. As the two get closer to the customs agents a small crowd starts to form around the pair. Chris begins signing autographs for the crowd. Finally after several long minutes Chris and Denise arrive at the customs agents and are quickly processed through. Once on the other side of the customs agents the crowd surrounding the two begins to thin. We see a Mexican man wearing a deeply stained white shirt and ripped pants. He approaches the couple and extends his hand to Chris. The two men shake hands and the Mexican begins to speak.

MAN: Chris, Denise great to see you both.

CS: I would say it's a pleasure to be here Benito, but after the recent purchase by Brett of the MCW I must say I am more then a little disappointed.

BS: I figured that was why you were here.

CS: That was part of it. Why don't we continue this conversation at your office.

BS: Sounds good to me.

The three then start to head out of the airport in silence as the scene begins to fade out. The scene fades in moments later and we find Benito sitting behind a desk scattered with papers and old coffee cups. The Pure Original and his wife Denise are seated across the table from Benito and Denise is wearing an expression of shear disgust.

CS: So Benito what exactly happened?

BS: Well it all started several months ago when I booked the Shadow Warriors. I sunk a small fortune into promoting them all over Mexico. When Dusk started to no show the backers of the tour started to demand their money back. When I couldn't pay right away they all started to take me to court. I ended up having to put the MCW up as collateral to pay them off. As I was about to pay that money off, Brett had bought out the loan and took control of the MCW from me.

CS: Damn that Dusk. He's been screwing me over for months now it seems.

DPS: That son of a *Bleep*.

BS: Why didn't you warn me about his personal problems. If I had known that I wouldn't of booked them.

CS: I wasn't aware of them Benito. At least he got what was coming to him last week.

BS: How so?

DPS: Rocky and Chris did a number on him, from what I understand he's still in the hospital.

CS: That's the least he deserves.

DPS: How can you say that? You trained him. He and Midnight have been like brothers to you.

CS: He was like a brother to me, right up until the time he framed me. Now he can rot in hell for all I care, but enough about him. What can I do to help you get control of the MCW back?

BS: I'm not sure about that Chris. From what my lawyers have told me the purchase by Brett was perfectly legal. I guess if you want to help me get control again is for you and Brett to have a face to face and talk it over.

CS: That'll be a long way away. Next week in the RCW Brett and I are both scheduled in the same match. Once that man realizes that he's no match for me in the ring I'll work on getting you back control of the MCW.

BS: What kind of match are you wrestling?

CS: Its an Aerial Assault match. The only way to eliminate someone is to nail them with a move off the top rope.

BS: That sounds a lot like the match I booked you in after the Battle Royal where you won the Cruiserweight Championship. You should be a knock to win. Is it just you and Brett?

CS: Not at all. There are six of us involved in total. Brett, myself, Puck, Pete Hardy, Adam Davids and my upcoming opponent at Hog Heaven El Bastardo Del Talon.

BS: I've heard of this El Bastardo. He's a fairly big name on the Mexican Indy scene. I never thought of bringing him in though.

CS: Why is that?

BS: From what I understand he has a massive ego and doesn't get along with most members of a feds locker room. His style reminds me a lot of yours when you first started out. He likes to take tonnes of unnecessary risks to win his matches. That can really work in your favor.

CS: That it can. It also helps him being a favorite to win the match. I'm not taking any of the people involved in the match lightly. Hell Pete Hardy is 39 years old and could probably come from nowhere to win the match. The man is true veteran in this business. He's wrestled all over the globe and has won numerous championships. None of that will help him much once the bell rings though. I'm entering this match with one goal in mind, win at all costs.

DPS: Isn't that the way you enter all your matches dear?

BS: If I remember correctly Denise is right.

CS: Of course that is true Benito. I've been wrestling for almost two decades, why would I change my methods now. The point I am trying to get across is a simple one. I don't give a damn about who is involved in the match, my ultimate goal is to win and walk out of Southern Dynamite with yet another victory over Brett Johnson. Brett has got to start learning that his time has passed and that I and the Canadian Horsemen are the future face of Canadian Wrestling. Brett likes to brag about how he has wrestled deathmatch after deathmatch in Japan. That is all Brett has seem to become these days, nothing more then a shadow of his former self. Once Brett has made that realization then he and I can end our feud and move onto bigger and brighter things. What Brett did to Rocky just proves how petty he can be. Sometimes I swear to god the man is child.

BS: How so?

CS: It seems every time someone disrupts his so called plans he throws a temper tantrum and practically cries to his mommy. This coming Southern Dynamite I'll start to put Brett on the right track to making the realization that I truly am the better man.

DPS: What about the rest of the men involved in the match? You seem really focused on Brett and not much else.

CS: The rest of the boys involved in the match couldn't carry my jock strap. That includes Pete Hardy, that man is over the hill and trying to grasp on last shot at fame and fortune. Once Southern Dynamite 7 is done and over with I'll the not so proud owner of a brand new Ford. Since it's a Ford I could care less what model it is.

BS: The winner of the match gets a car?

CS: Yeah, two sponsors are putting it up, but enough about that. Lets look over those books and I'll be able to see what I can do to help you out of this jam.

BS: Sounds good to me.

The scene begins to fade out as Benito, Denise and Chris begin to go over the books of the MCW.

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

[El Bastardo Del Talón]

The scene opens up the to the very sparse setting of the room The Mexican Sensation stays in at the Seven Hills Homeless Center in Fayetteville. The nightstand has a simple lamp setup on top of it, a book entitled "Coal Miner's Daughter", and a Route 44 Sonic Fountain Drink cup. Sitting on the bed, in the indian position is El Bastardo Del Talón. On one hand is a Coal Miner's Glove similar to the one left by Big Red at the last Southern Dynamite. The front of the glove is covered in red flakes on the fist and the stiff fingers of the glove. In the other hand, is a Super Sonic Cheeseburger that's halfway devoured and oozing with catsup. After swallowing the current bite in his mouth, he wipes his mouth off using the gloved hand and clears his throat.



Razorback Championship Wrestling, as I'm sure many of you know, the Hero of the Mexican people has been chosen by those in the creative control of your entertainment this Wednesday to compete in an Aerial Assault match. Now as many of you realize from the explanation given by Melvin Gates's Rasslin Hotline to eliminate one of the participants is to complete an arial manuever from the top ropes. Though the great thing about this match is that it is not for a title, but for transportation!



El Bastardo takes another bite of cheeseburger and smiles nodding. After chewing for a few seconds, and swallowing again, he clears his throat.



The importance of this is that the Seven Hills Homeless Center is in a bad need for new transportation for the little boys and girls to be able to get to and from school and their after hours activities. Because of this, I must win this match this Wednesday for the children. Those little tykes need me dearly to help provide them with their rides. Their wheels as they say it in this country. That is why I fight for them, as they depend on me to make their lives a better place.



The Mexican Sensation polishes off the cheeseburger and reaches for the soda on his nightstand and takes a drink.



But that is not the only thing that makes this match very special. The competition is with many of the federations great names! People who I am excited to meet in the arena and compete with! These are the great names who I strive to be like in this place while trying to help defend my home country. These greats are who both Goody's and Mark Martin have chosen to represent their companies. Fortunes will be made and lost in this type of epic encounter, and we are the one's who have been deemed worthy. I am truly honored for such a role to participate in.



Another drain on the straw quenches the thirst of the Honor of Mexico and allows him to continue.



After my loss to such a great man as Too Sexy in the arena I don't beleive myself to be worthy of such a choice, but who am I to question Mr. Higgs and and Mr. Supreme. They, along with the sponsors, have deemed my skills to be capable of this feat and I shall aim to not dissapoint.



The Mexican Sensation unfolds his legs and sits up on the bed upright.



Now many here have me as the favorite in this type of matchup due to my background in Mexican fighting, or the art of the Luchador. It is true, many arial manuever's are at my disposal which grants me a small advantage in this type of competition, however the same can be said appareantly for my most formidable foe at Hog Heaven. This is not his first time to be in such a competition it seems. The man I speak of is of course Chris Sinclair. He is a worthy advesary who like myself has been eliminated from the hunt from the Southern Heritage Title within his first round. Both of us appear to be on our way to possibly having the finalists as the one's who have put us away. Myself having fought a legend in the wrestling world, and Sinclair as well. I can sympathize with Sinclair, as The Phil is a man I have chased before. In fact he is the very reason why I am now in Arkansas. I had hoped to advance to the finals and defeat him to redeem myself, but sadly Too Sexy was too much for me.



El Bastardo hangs his head in sadness and defeat for a moment, and then raises it back up smiles.



That is quite alright children! I shall have another chance to compete with the great Too Sexy and show him how much I've learned. Many things are capable in this world, but first I must defeat Chris Sinclair, not once, but twice. Though the second time will be with this glove.



Our Hero of the land south of the border raises his gloved fist in the air.



It will be great to test my mettle against him first in such a fashion. His amigo seems to think though that I am not one for socializing, and I have a big Ego? I am saddened by this fact and will have to prove him wrong. It appears I'll have to earn this victory this Wednesday so I can win the car! Then I can visit Chris Sinclair and his friend Benito to explain to them that the man they know as El Bastardo Del Talón was my father. My papi who passed away just over a year ago.



El Bastarod makes the sign of the cross on his chest, then kisses his enclosed thumb and forefinger before placing them to his forehead.



That is fine though, as I can see how some people may have seen my father in such a light. Many people have such issues with their family, much like Puck of Alpha storm. He has had some rough goings with his familia lately, though from what it appears all has been fixed in his life, so I hope that he will be clear headed when we compete this week.



Standing to his feet and then walking to his nightstand, he opens the drawer and produces a small envelope.



Though, the contents of this envelope seem to appear I may have found an ally in this match, though they know who they are, I shall discuss it at a later time, as I have other's still to address. Adam Davids is a man who made it here from a larger place. World Pro Wrestling, though we don't mention it much, was a great place to learn many things in, and it appears that being true to one's self is what Davids has taken from his venture there. I hope to find out what the man behind the scarred mask really is able to perform. This is something I particularly am interested in, as I hope to test myself against someone who was very much a rookie there also. One of us by simple common sense will have to have advanced beyond the other.



The man places the envelope into the drawer and closes it back before returning to his bed.



Two of the final men are people whom I am not familiar with, this Pete Hardy or Brett Johnson. they both appear to be very competent men in this competition. I am happy to meet veteran's of this sport such as them. In fact, I have been studying their tapes as of late in their recent Souther Dynamite tapings to find a proper strategy to be able to earn the Ford so I may visit Chris, and Benito, then help my little amigos here. You see it is very important to ...



A small knock on the door occurs, and in walks Christy Adams of the Seven Hills.



El Bastardo, I hate to cut your time short, but several of the children are needing the camera you are using for their scavenger hunt project.



El Bastardo looks up to the petite woman and nods with a sigh.



The sacrifices I must make for the little children here. I beleive Christy that there is still more than plenty on the cards that Mr. Higgs gave me to feed them again today.



Of course Bastardo, thank you once again for all of your help. Once you've finished your promo, we can talk about those other projects around the shelter.



But of course Ms. Adams. We'll get right along on that as we must get on these projects.



And with another nod El Bastardo reaches forward and turns off the camera so the children may work on their projects.

[BDC]

[glow=green,2,300]The Following Has Been Brought To By The Best Brother Tag team That Aren't Really Brothers in RCW.......The New Downward Spiral!!!![/glow]




New York City. The Alpha Storm Penthouse. Puck and Pyros, The New Downward Spiral are training in the school area. Elbow and collar tie up, Puck with a side headlock, Irish whip by Pyros, leapfrog by Puck, hip toss by Puck, but Pyros lands on his feet. Pyros runs to the corner, scales the ropes and nails a moonsault DDT.

Pyros: Dude, you would have just lost you're upcoming match if that happens to you.

Puck: I know. I'm cool with that.

Pyros: What? Are you kidding me? This is going to be a great chance for you! Plus you win a car!

Puck: What the hell would I want to be beat up Ford?

Pyros: But what about the headache stuff?

Puck: Ok, ok, stop right there. First of all, Ares has arranged for us to take a limo anytime we want to anywhere we want. Besides, El Bastardo Del Talon could use that car to give to those kids.

Pyros: So you don't even want to win the match? That's a horrible thing to say!

Puck: I just don't see the point of me being in it. Talon deserves to win. If I'm in the match, he can't win.

Pyros: Dude, there's other people in that match.

Puck: I suppose you're going to tell me like I care.

Pyros: Well, first they're El Bastardo Del Talon!

Puck: Yup, good, I hope he wins.

Pyros: Then there is "The Pure Original" Chris Sinclair.

Puck: I wish the guy would quit calling me.

Pyros: Calling you? I knew that hot blond he was rolling with was a cover-up!

Puck: No you jackass. He's trying to get me to join his Horsemen. I keep telling him no. I'm already stuck in one stable, I don't need to get sucked in two stables.

Pyros: Besides, you can't even ride a horse.

Puck: No, you yutz. They don't ride horses. They wrestle.

Pyros: Naked?

Puck: I hope not. Who else is in this new car/top rope gimmick?

Pyros: "The Assassin" Adam Davids.

Puck: Oh. The Trench Coat Kid. I see mommy didn't give little Adam his own way and everybody picked on Brock because of that horrible overbite. Hey maybe you and I can leave the Alpha Storm, go buy ourselves trench coats and call ourselves tortured.

Pyros: Yeah, but we're going to face them two at Hog Heaven.

Puck: You're right. I should be worried. That's why I don't want to be in this silly match.

Pyros: Brett Johnson.

Puck: Excuse me? Some dude's Johnson. Great. Just all I need. I can hear Lester Daly's call now. "And Johnson comes down on top of Puck! That Johnson is impressive!"

Pyros: OK, fine. What about the "Pitbull" Pete Hardy?

Puck: If Talon doesn't win, Hardy wins. For the last time it's not going to be me. Maybe I'll just lie down in the corner and hope somebody trips on me or something. Ah hell. C'mon, let's get something to eat.

The two men leave the ring and start walking towrd the lockerroom.


Fin'

[Pure Original]

The scene opens to show the Pure Original and his lovely wife sitting on a beach in Mexico. Chris is wearing blue swim trunks and Denise is wearing a tiger print bikini. As the two are lying there enjoying the sun, the promotor of the MCW Benito Sanchez walks up carrying a small protable DVD player. Benito is wearing a Straw hat, clean white shirt and jean shorts. As he approaches the couple the Pure Original notices him and motions for Benito to sit down beside him. As Benito sits down he hands Chris the Portable DVD player.

CS: What's this Benito?

BS: Two of your opponents have cut promo's.

CS: And who would they be?

BS: El Bastardo Del Talon and Puck.

CS: Does it look life I have time to watch them? Why don't you tell me what the jist of what they had to say.

BS: First off Puck could care less about the match itself, secondly he says you should stop calling him and trying to get him into the Canadian Horsemen. He's not interested. Lastly he states that his mission to help El Bastardo Del Talon win the match.

CS: He wants to help El Bastardo win? Why is that?

BS: That brings me to El Bastardo's promo. He wants to win the match so he can donate the car to some orphanage or some such. I was also mistaken about who exactly he is. It was his father who promoters never liked around here.

CS: So El Bastardo Del Talon is hoping to win so he can drive a bunch of orphans around? That reminds of a movie I once saw called Nacho Libre. If El Bastardo wants the car that badly after I win the match I'll sign it over to him....

DPS: Really? That's a great thing to do Chris.

CS: I wasn't finished Denise. Once I win I'll sign the car over to El Bastardo under one condition. He agrees to no show during our Coal Miners Glove match at Hog Heaven.

DPS: Are you really that worried about losing the Coal Miners Glove match?

CS: Not at all. I just have more important things to do then worry about some back water rules match against a reject from Mexico.

BS: Like what?

CS: For starters Brett and I have a tonne of unfinished business to attend to. So I am formally issuing him a challenge to the next Southern Dynamite, if Franky Higgs will book the match that is. The challenge is this Rocky and I will team up for the first time to take on Brett and a partner of his choosing. So Franky got the guts to book the match? And Brett do you have the guts to step into the ring and face Rocky and I in tag team action? You have certainly been one quiet person of late. Have I finally gotten into your head to the point where you have nothing left to say?

BS: If Franky Higgs and AJ Supreme are smart they would book that match. It has money written all over it.

CS: That it does Benito. Brett has been spending his time lately trying to make my life a living hell. This week on Southern Dynamite I'll get my first chance to get my hands on him in the ring. When I do he might not even be in any condition to accept my challenge. Nothing is going to stop me from winning this match this week. Not Brett and his delusions or El Bastardo and his "noble" quest. Seeing as Puck could careless about this match I'm not going to waste anymore time talking about him. Now by my count that leaves Pete Hardy and Adam Davids.

BS: That sounds about right.

CS: Seeing as neither one of them has said word one about the match I can't see either man caring about the match itself. If they were serious about it they would have said so by now. By using that logic it will probably comedown to El Bastardo and myself. One of which wants to win for a noble purpose. The other wants to win the sake of winning. Even the hicks in Arkansas can figure out which is which. But just in case they can't, I am the one looking to win for the glory and El Bastardo Del Talon is the man on his misguided noble quest. The reason I say that he is misguided is a simple one. If all he can think about is helping others before helping himself then he'll never make it very far in this business. For years I tried my best to please the crowds and it got me nowhere.

BS: That's not exactly true Chris. You did hold the MCW Cruiserweight Championship for nearly eight years.

CS: That is where you are wrong Benito. The fans did nothing to help me during that time. My skill is what kept me with that belt for the amount of time I held. When I got hurt at the hands of Brett where were the fans? They couldn't care about what happened to me. When I finally made that realization I was able to move past the one thing that was holding me back. Now that pleasing the fans is behind me I've been improving each and everytime I've been in the ring. This coming Southern Dynamite I'll show the entire roster what I am truly capable of, and I'll give El Bastardo Del Talon a true taste of the beating I have in store for him if he doesn't accept my offer to back out of our match at Hog Heaven. I can almost guarantee you the that El Bastardo will is too stupid to back out of the match. If I actually have to disgrace myself by fighting in that Coal Miners Glove match then I'll take out my frustrations on El Bastardo anyway I can. If that means injurying him as badly as I did Brett several years ago then so be it.

BS: I am still amazed that Brett came back from that beating you gave him.

DPS: So am I.

CS: That is true, Brett will learn this coming Southern Dynamite that he is far from my being able to compete at my level. None of the men involved in the match this coming week are anywhere near my level. Hell other then the Phil there aren't many people in the RCW that are at my level. Take a look at Willy Franklin for example, that poor boy has had his ass handed to him by both Rocky and I, now from what I hear he's the next scheduled guest on Behind the Desk. I almost feel sorry for Johnny, but he just proved he'll do anything to get Behind the Desk back on the air....Whoo, kinda went off on a tangent there didn't I. Getting back to the business at hand, once the bell rings to start the Aerial Assault match I will show no mercy in that ring. El Bastardo can go on and on about how he wants to win the car for the children. Puck can claim all he wants about not caring about this match. Pete, Brett and Adam can be as silent as they want to be, but when all is said and done I'll have my arms raised high into the air. I'll then make my offer to El Bastardo and if he refuses I'll then take that damn Ford and drive it off the closest cliff and watch it burn. Because lets face any good Ford is a dead Ford. Now enough about this garbage lets continue our mini vacation down here and enjoy the sun.

Chris tosses the Portable DVD Player back to Benito and lies back down to enjoy the sun.

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

[BDC]

[shadow=red,left,300]The Following Has Been Brought To You By The Best Stable in NEW History.......The Alpha Storm!!!![/shadow]

Glens Falls, New York. The Glens Falls Civic Center is busy with skaters as open ice time starts, teams start forming for pick up games of Hockey. BDC, sitting behind the boards in the seats, isn't paying attention to much of anything, just reading his American Legion Magazine. Ares, James Black, Mikey, Puck and Pyros are skating around, passing and shooting on goal. Our comes a certain team goalie, with no pads, no helmet, just a stick, glove and wheelchair. The World's Sickest S.O.B. takes his place in front of the net.

EF: All right, you Sallies! I'm ready!!

Pyros: Dad, are you serious? At least put a helmet on.

Ares: Forget it, kid. You'll have better luck getting a pig to fly out of Trent Raven's butt.

Five other skaters and a goalie take their places on the other side of the ice from the Alpha Storm.

Black: Hey! Aren't these the 5 Canucks that were talking crap about us last week?

Puck: You wanna watch that Canuck crap?

Ares: Yes it is. Now, just like we talked about earlier. Mute, can you do that quad-deke still?

Mikey gives an enthusiastic nod of the head.


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A few hours later.

After the game, Alpha Storm celebrates a hard fought victory at the Parting Glass. Fuego, with an ice pack on a visibly swollen forehead, pulls Puck aside, away from they're stable mates.

EF: Answer me something. When did I raise and train a loser?

Puck: I wouldn't say that. Pyros tried the best he could out there. He make a decent Left winger.

Fuego slaps him in the face.

EF: You listen here, you little punk, I raised you and I trained you and if I EVER see you telling anybody, in this stable, outside this stable, in the media, in the retirement home, in a dog bone, a pay phone, I will end you myself. I raised you better than that. It's not about the car. It's not about the sponsors. It's about not being a loser. Like me. It's not about being like me.

Puck: The great En Fuego......

EF: Shut your sarcasm for a minute. It's not about me anymore. It's about Ares getting his career back. It's about Mikey finding a life outside his handicap. It's about Delilah finding a family in the wrestling world. It's about you and James and Pyros having a future as bright as you want it to be. That's why it turns my stomach every time I see you throw something like this away.

Puck: Fine. You win, old man. I'll do my best at this match.

EF: Good boy. Next time I see you on Fox 16, I'd like to see some focus.

TBC.


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[Brett Johnson]

The scene opens to the inside of the Crimson Dragons privet office in the Pen dragon Night club. We see Brett sitting behind an oak desk his bodyguard and friend Morpheus, a rather scantily clad lady and a beat up and rather sober looking Dusk the man Chris Sinclair and Rocky Malibu beat up a week ago.

Brett: So is that everything. You are telling me that you took the money and it wasn’t Chris.

Dusk lowers his head and nods

Brett: Well it takes a big man to confess to something like that. I should have you arrested and sent to jail. But seeing as you helped me get into the head of Chris I will let it go. It wasn’t that much money and well I made it back on the MCW show we did last week. So you can go now Dusk.

Dusk looks surprised. He gets up shakes Brett’s hand and leaves the office.

Brett: (turning to Morpheus) I want you to take care of that right now. While I talk to these gentlemen (points at the camera) about this weeks match.

Morpheus smiles and exits the room a few minutes later Dusk voice is herd.

Dusk: Oh *beep* no he said I could go. GOD NO NOT THAT I PROMISE I WILL PAY THE MONEY BACK. GOD PLEASES.

There is a sick thud and the sound of glass breaking then silence.

Brett: Now that, that business is taken care of I can address this week’s upcoming match the Ariel assault match. First off I do not care about winning a car and frankly I would rather have a headache then uses that goodies crap. But what does interest me is I finally get Chris in the ring with me. Now that is something to make me interested in this match.


Brett motions to the lady to get him a drink.

Brett: So let’s see who we have in this match. We have El Bastardo some masked clown who thinks he is Nacho Libre, I fought your father once in Mexico and if you are anything like him then you’re a bum. Next we have Puck well for starters he is named Puck can we be anymore stereo typical. Please you’re from Canada so let’s name myself after an object used in our national sport ok. Next we have Pete Hardy well since he has said nothing then he is nothing to me same goes for the Turd coat Mafia Adam Davis.

The lady brings Brett is drink and he takes a sip. Just then the door opens and Morpheus walks back in. Brett motions for him to be silent then continues.

Brett: And finally we have Chris. Oh I have been silent Chrissie Boy cause I have been training and taking care of business. You are right we do need to meet in the ring. And typical of you to challenge me to a tag match cause your scared to face me one on one. Also you no I have no allies here in the RCW. But I can’t wait till this week.

Morpheus: If you need me to I can put the trunks on.

Brett: No Morph, your not medically cleared to wrestle. Chris just challenged me cause he knows I don’t have a partner and will have to decline so he can go on and say I chickened out. No I will think of something even if I have to fight them both myself.

Brett takes another sip of his drink.

Brett: Now Chris you claim you have been getting into my head Now that is a laugh I am not the one who kicked the crap out of someone on camera, I am not the one who almost cried cause he couldn’t help his friend Benito. No I would say I am getting in your head my friend.

Brett gets up from behind his desk and walks to in front of it.

Brett: Now seeing as your so upset I am releasing your money Chris, Dusk was the one and he confessed. But Rocky your ass is still mine and I am officially tossing my name in that there Battle royal your in. Just so I can eliminate your ass. In fact I am going to go one step further I am offering 15,000 to anyone in the battle royal if they cane eliminate Rocky, in fact I will give anyone 25,000 if they make sure Rocky doesn’t make it to the Battle Royal.

Morpheus: Are you serious that kinda coin is going to make some guys want to hurt him badly.

Brett: Hell I will double it if they injure him that’s 30 and 50 thousand for you none educated people. Hell if someone wants to be my partner next week I give them 100,000 win or lose and the bounty on Rocky if they take him out in that match.


Morpheus: That should get you a partner.

Brett: Exactly, now let’s head out we have to be in Arkansas by ten. Did you send Benito the plane ticket.

Morpheus: Yep he should be there by the time we get there.

Brett: Good. So let me finish this, to my opponents that have bothered to speak I promise I am going to not focused on one man I have my eye on who to take out first and who I will help stick around. You don’t go into this kind of match half cocked. And just to let you know I have been in a match like this twice once in Mexico not in the MCW and once in Japan. Now Morpheus lets head out.

With that the camera fades to black.

[The Davids Brothers]

^{The scene opens up with the pair of Davids walking up a sidewalk with a quick pace. Both Adam and Brock are wearing their trademark black leather trench coats and boots. Each man also wears a pair of black sunglasses, through which you cannot see either mans eyes. For protection or maybe just for weapons, each member of the Trench Coat Mafia carries a wooden kendo stick. The duo walks up to a couple of familiar bald guards at the doors of what appears to be a run-down bar.}



Adam: Where is he, Matt?

^{Adam's brittish accent is barely noticable, as he speaks in a more angry tone than normal.}

Matt: Josef's busy. Come by and see him on some other day.

Adam: I'm sure Josef 'as all the time in the world to see us. Especially after we woke up in some abandoned warehouse after he said he was going to help us train.

Matt: Like I said before, Josef is busy.

Brock: This is getting us nowhere.

<sup>With frustration, Brock passes the two bald guards and enters the bar doors. The guards turn back to grab him, but Brock lifts up his kendo stick and gives an intimidating stare to the guards. With an unsaid understanding, the guards back off of the much smaller Brock, and allow he and his brother to enter the bar.

Just like their last visit, the bar is empty aside from the table in the back where Josef sits, talking with only one man. This man, does not appear to be a business partner to Josef, but more of a peasant. The man wears shabby clothing, much like Josef, but is much more unkempt and appears to be severely underweight.</sup>

Josef to Man: You better get me my money by next week! You know what happens when Josef doesn't get his money!

^{The man nods rather strangely and as if he were a hunchbacked crack addict, turns and scampers out of the bar, knocking over several tables and chairs along his way. As the Davids boys sit at the table across from Josef, Josef's facial expression changes from that of anger and disgust to an odd smile.}

Josef: I assume you are hear to talk about your big match, Adam. No more taxi cabs for you if you win that 2008 Ford Focus, eh?

Adam: What in the bloody 'ell are you talking about? My brother and I aren't here to talk cars, we are here to find out what happened a couple of weekends ago and how we ended up waking up in an abandoned warehouse.

Josef: That party got out of control, eh? Don't worry, no need to thank me.

Adam: Thank you!??! What the 'ell would we thank you for!?!? The only thing you did a couple weeks ago was almost cause us to miss our flight and get in no training.

Josef: What can I say? I bet on that Trent Raven guy and I was just trying to protect my investments. I can honestly say I have learned my lesson and won't be betting against the Mafia anytime soon.

Adam: A bet? You tried to screw US over a BET!?!? I'm tired of dealing with imbeciles like you.

^{Adam scoots back in his chair and stands up in disgust, with his brother following shortly after.}

Josef: So you don't want any information on your match? A little bit of Josef's reliable intel could go a long way in a strange match type like this.

^{Adam's interest slowly creeps back and his curiosity takes a hold of him.}

Adam: What kind of match is it? Did Ice Kold get his wish for a Death Match?

Josef: No, it's an Aerial Assault match. Only way to eliminate your opponents is to hit them with an aerial move off of the top rope.

Adam: What the 'ell kind of match is that?

Josef: I don't know, but from what I heard, not alot of your opponents are interested in this match either.

Adam: Exactly how many opponents do I have to defeat in this match?

Josef: Five.

Adam: High-Flyers right? Likes of El Bastardo and TNDS?

Josef: Well, you've got your high-flyers, such as yourself, El Bastardo, and Puck, but you've also got another variety of more ground type wrestlers such as Brett Johnson, Chris Sinclair and "Pitbull" Pete Hardy.

Adam: Pete Hardy!?! F*ck me! He probably couldn't climb up a damn turnbuckle if there was a Little Debbie snack cake hanging above it to motivate him.

Josef: Yes, it is pretty much been generally accepted that he won't win this match, but that is what some have said about you, seeing as you have been virtually silent since the match was announced.

Adam: Who has said that?

Josef: Sinclair. He thought out the whole match on tape and concluded that he is better than every competitor involved and will win this match.

Adam: Overlooking the Mafia is a serious mistake, especially when his horseman group isn't glued together as well as it should be by now. But Sinclair is right about one thing, one man is better than all the rest in this match, but that one man is not Chris Sinclair, that one man is Adam Davids. What has Brett Johnson said about me?

Josef: Nothing, I'm suprised he is even getting matches anymore. It seems as if he just goes in, gets his paychecks, and doesn't say anything before or after the match.

Adam: Yeah those Canadian Horsemen did the smart thing by kicking him to the curb now why can't RCW? I suppose our decision makers aren't exactly logical, making a match that ends by just doing a simple move off of the top rope.

Josef: Another guy that needs to be kicked to the curb is that El Bastardo guy. Every week, same old crap.

Adam: I couldn't give a f*ck less about Talon. However, I do want to know if Puck and his brother Pyros are still obsessing over my brother and I. Ever since our match for Hog Heaven was announced, those two have been poking fun at us and trying to agitate us, so I'm expecting they did more of the same this week.

Josef: Yeah, same stuff from them as well. So, are you going to try and take out Puck in this match to give you an advantage at Hog Heaven?

Adam: I'm not even thinking about that match yet, because I have no worries. I'm sure my brother Brock will handle both of those two with ease.

^{A cell phone rings and Adam pulls a black flip phone out of his trench coat pocket and answers it.}

Adam: Hello?

The person on the other line says something.

Adam: OK, we're coming.

^{Adam flips the phone closed.}

Adam: Brock, we gotta go. Josef, depending upon how this week goes, we might just be back for round three next week.

^{Adam turns and begins walking to the entrance of the bar. Josef smiles and says something to Brock.}

Josef: Just like old days, eh Brock? Pretty soon the old Mafia will be whole, you, me, and Adam, just like it used to be.

^{Josef smiles at his comment, but Brock's face remains stern and he begins to turn to walk with his brother.}

Adam: Brock, come on!

^{Brock hurries his pace and exits the bar doors with his brother. The scene stays, looking at the empty bar for a few moments before it finally fades to black.}

["K-OS" Karl O'Sullivan]

The scene opens in the living room of the Hardy household. Pete is busy fixing his new camcorder onto a tripod so he can film his latest promo. He wears a crimson red ‘PitBull Pete Hardy…still Barking Mad’ t-shirt, blue denim jeans and white sneakers. He presses record and sits down on the cream leather sofa and looks into the camera.[/I]

PH: First of all, let’s just get a few things out of the way eh, AJ? This Aerial Assault match? I have to put my body on the line just so I can drive away a new car? Ford Focus? Come on! Please! Mind, I have to say, when I first heard about this match, I thought, “Mmm. The Ford Focus has a bit of grunt, it’s mean and angry” quite like myself. So, I checked it out on the net. It’s changed. What the hell have Ford done to it? It looks girly and soft. I can see my wife driving it, but me? Ha. I won’t be seen dead in it. So, I have to put my body on the line just so my wife can use it as a car to go shopping in. Oh well, we’ll make use of it. But I just thought that I’d warn you, AJ. If anyone thinks I’m gonna drive it to the Club every week, just so Goody’s can have their bit of exposure, they have another thing coming. I drive what I want. I’m not a sissy, I’m not a retired 70 year old pimp, I’m not a house salesman. I’m a dog. I like my grunt. I like my power. I like a car that says “Bite me and die”. That car which me and my five opponents are fighting over? I thought you’d at least have a car on offer which symbolises what RCW is all about. I’m sorry AJ, but that car? It’s f***ing gay. I’m ashamed at ya, boss. But, no doubt the Davids Brothers are truly excited. The Ford Focus. Their Ultimate Love Machine. I can just see it. Painted pink and they have their names painted on the doors. With love hearts. Haha. Brotherly love. Haha. Getting down and jiggy on the back seat, eh boys? Haha.

Pete gives a crude grin and cracks open a can of beer. He has a swig before continuing.[/I]

PH: Quite frankly Adam, no disrespect, but in our match this week, you’re not even a threat. Over the last few weeks, you’ve been making a lot of funny comments, making yourself look like the tough guy. “Look at me, I’m in the mafia. I wear a trench coat. I’m hard.” It’s all very funny, but let’s come back to 2007, let’s have a bit of a reality check. No son, you’re not in the mafia, Henry Hill was in the mafia. Girls wear trench coats. You‘re hard? You’re just an Essex boy. Let’s go one on one some day, no weapons, no interference, just you and me. Then people will see the real Adam Davids. They’ll see you for who you really are. I couldn’t help but notice you said something along the lines of Brock getting the job of taking me out before the match. I’m starting to think you’re a bit of a mouse Adam, needing your brother to give you an advantage. Why not let Brock have the night off and you fight your own battles for a change. Or can’t you do that? Aren’t you strong enough? So, anyway, there it is, there is my challenge. For one night, stand alone and fight like a man. Thinking of it, you really should listen to what I’m saying. Nobody likes a pussy. I think you’re a pussy Adam, it’s up to you to prove to me and every other guy in RCW that you’re not.

Pete has another swig of beer.[/I]

PH: I’ve seen all the other guys promo’s, Sinclair, El Bastardo, Puck. Adam, you see me as a walkover, El Bastardo and Sinclair don’t give me much hope, but there’s a pattern and the pattern stops at Puck. Me, you, Sinclair and El Bastardo hardly know each other. Though you think you know a lot about me. Puck on the other hand, does knows a lot about me. I’ve known Puck a long time. He knows what he is talking about. It’s no coincidence that he is tipping me as a threat. Really, this match suits El Bastardo down to the ground, it is his natural match, he’ll be most comfortable. Puck says if El Bastardo doesn’t win, I will. Let’s see now. How highly does Puck rate you?

Pete grins.[/I]

PH:Yeah. Exactly. Y’know Adam, do yourself a favour. You’re a good looking guy, don’t let me, Puck, Johnson, Sinclair and El Bastardo give you the makeover you deserve. Cheers!

Pete has a long swig of beer, gets up from the sofa and turns off the camcorder. The screen cuts to black.[/I]

::TO BE CONTINUED::

[BDC]

The Following Announcement Has Been Paid For By The Alpha Storm.



Puck is standing behind a podium on the stage of The Parting Glass. On the front of the podium is the Alpha Storm logo. Puck is dressed in an all black suit, with his hair pulled neatly back.

Puck: Ladies and Gentlemen, On behalf of Alpha Storm and on behalf of The New Downward Spiral, I have some apologies to make.

Puck pulls a stack of index cards out from inside his jacket.

Puck: First, to Chris Sinclair. For misleading you about wanting to be in the Horsemen and the mountain of mis-information that you received about my intentions in the Ariel Assault match. I never once did say I was going to help El Bastardo Del Talon win the match. I simply stated I didn't care who won, but if anybody deserved to win it, it was EBDT. Oh, and I'm sorry for falling asleep every time you're on TV.

Puck throws the top index card over his shoulder.

Puck: Next, to Brett Johnson. For the lack of effectiveness you're going to have in the Aerial Assault. Unless of coarse you let that mullet you got there fly off the top rope. If that's the case, you'll win this thing in one shot. Oh, and for throwing up every time I see your wife.

Puck shrugs his shoulders and throws the top index card over his shoulder.

Puck: To Adam Davids. For knowing that we're in Arkansas, where it's OK to.....do things with family members, as long as it isn't the same sex. I know it must be rough. If you think that Brockiekins is going to single handedly take out Pyros and I, then you are more retarded than I thought you were. Oh, and for comparing your tag team to the two morons that shot up that high school. You're just a couple of "cheeky" fellows who like to play with each others "canes."

Puck throws the top index card at a historically laughing Pyros.

Puck: Next, to the "Pitbull" Pete Hardy. I know I said you have a shot at winning this thing, and believe me, you do. But, please, for the sake of my eyes, never, ever where blue denim with white sneakers. I know that might be all well in good over in England, but this isn't England. Apologizes to the Queen. Who I'm sure wears blue denim and white sneakers.

Puck shrugs his shoulders and throws the top index card over his shoulder.

Puck: Lastly, to El Bastardo Del Talon, for not letting him be the hero he wants to be and handing that new car over to those kids. Don't worry, the kids are still going to get it, don't get me wrong. It's just going to be me giving it to them. Sorry bro, no offense or anything. I mean, hey, they're still getting the car, right?

Puck throws the last index card over his shoulder.

Puck: Bottom line ladies, I'm focused now. At first, I could give two craps less this match, but now, I'm awake, I have focus and I'm ready, for the first time in my career, to win. I'll see you at Southern Dynamite.


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[El Bastardo Del Talón]

Out of Character notes: El Bastardo Del Talon roleplays are best seen with the Chiller font installed which can be downloaded here: www.fontfiles.com/Fonts/Detailed/1039.html And best seen here with the Razorback Championship Wrestling default settings for the forum. Thus ends the out of character notes.


Within the confines of the Fayetteville Young Man's Christian Association we can see one masked Mexican Sensation diligently at work with the free weights. While working the weights, the camera gets a good shot of what looks like a badly fattened lip protruding from under his mask. As the camera gets a closer shot at the Luchador Hero of the Seven Hills Homelss Shelter, we can hear him counting and see that he has his Coal Miner's Glove on his hand still.



Diecinueve. Veinte. And that is all for that rep. Hello Razorbacks! I see that you have found me in my preperation for the Aerial Assault match tomorrow.



El Bastardo places his free weights down, and then reaches for the white towel nearby.



Sadly this is the only time this week that the, as you say it..



El Bastardo pays homage to the village people with his hands.



Why. Em. Sea. Aye! has available for me to train. And after I had the accident outside training my aerial moves at the local skating park with the children, I decided that lifting weights was the safer approach for now. Though I must say that getting clocked in the head by a BMX driver is rough on one's face and heritage. Fortunately my glove was able to break my fall instead of the fall breaking my wrist. It's amazing what this glove is capable of once you learn the ins and outs of it. In fact, after the Aerial Assault match, and at Hog Heaven, I will be able to show the people of Mexico who currently are living at Seven Hills with me what I have found out about this glove.



A smile beams from El Bastardo as he lays down the towel and stands from the bench he was resting on.



Though I am very saddened with the offer that Chris Sinclair extended to me. He wants me to give up all of my training and dedication to the Coal Miner's Glove match and withdraw. One thing that the men who have worn this mask have never done, and that is concede. I am sorry that he beleives that to be the best course of action, but I have to diagree The show has been advertised for many weeks, months even, and now you are wishing to withdraw under two weeks from the program? You are a very interesting man Chris Sinclair, perhaps though that is something of a Canadian feature?



El Bastardo moves towards the leg press machine with a contemplative look on his face.



One other Canadian in this match is one Brett Johnson, but unlike Chris Sinclair, he has not asked me to forfeit a match, I think. I am not completely certain as no matter how many times I have been able to see Senior Johnson's promotional video on the web site while I have computer lab time at the shelter, I am not able to completely understand it. I thought I had a competant knowledge of the english language, but I do not quite understand all of the words that he has said. One child in the computer lab said he reminded him of his father, but his father is an abusive alcoholic, so I don't think that would apply, as Brett doesn't seem as though he is like my father, but he has admitted to knowing my father, so perhaps he is. My father did hang out with that crowd, and was known to drink in his later years. Though, appareantly if he is, then he wasn't a good judge of character I think. As from what I have understood this week, and the prior weeks is that you and Senior Sinclair have some sort of theft issues going on between you.



El Bastardo takes a deep breath after speaking for what appeared to be without any breathing, he catches his breath for a moment before continueing on.



Wow, that is very difficult to say in only one breath in English, perhaps I may start speaking in spanish and have a translator speak for me. I keep forgetting that English is a longer language. If I am not careful, I may wind up with brain damage from lack of oxygen. Though, if I were to have a translator I could stand at a podium like Puck of Alpha Storm. Puck is perhaps the one man I am looking towards entering the ring with the most. They say you can find out a lot about a man by competing against him. And that is something that could be valuable in the future as the man is a high flying aerial artist much like myself. Though, while our styles are similar, he'll find mine to be a bit more orthodox, and his a bit more of the riskier version. Who knows, if luck is with us and he turns out to be a decent fellow, maybe some day the Trench Coat Mafia with a tag along can face against The New Downward Spiral with me as a tag along. That may be a match worth watching. Though, either way should I win or lose against Puck, he has made the honorable and noble decision of donating his prize towards the children, and for that I am thankful.



The Mexican Sensation begins to start his reps with the leg press machine after situating himself, but then stops.



Though I am not thankful for the man known as David Adams frightening the little children so much by acting like he has. I am not fearful of him, but I am thankful for his lack of attacking me. It is so difficult in this country to continually defend one's choices and decisions every time you are on camera to everyone. I shall return the favor simply by admitting that between you and I, the best man shall win.



A few more reps pass by before El Bastardo stops again.



I suppose that leaves Pete Hardy to discuss, as this seems to be the agreed to format, is to just talk about everyone, well what can I say about Pete. Uhm.. well... Your stature does give you a slight advantage, and you seem to have a good heart in this match, so I can't wait to compete with you as well. However, all this speaking is cutting into my very short time allowed for me to work out here. So I must bid you all hasta la vista, as I continue to work on my lower leg strength. Very important for this type of match.



And as The Mexican Sensation continues to work on the machine, the camera man turnsto leave, while shutting off the camera.

[Brett Johnson]

The camera fades in on a man standing in front of a wall with the RCW logo on it.

Man: Hello everyone I am Tommy Jackson and this is Ringside corner. Today my guest is the Canadian veteran the “Crimson Dragon” Brett Johnson

Brett and his Body guard Morpheus walks onto camera. Brett is dressed in an Armani suite and wearing sunglasses, Morpheus is wearing a long black leather trench coat, Black Renegade T-shirt and black jeans. Brett shakes Tommy’s hand.

Tommy: Thank you for coming here today Brett.

Brett: Thank you for having me Tommy.

Tommy: OK let’s get down to business. I take it you have had a chance to see the latest comments from your opponents this week?

Brett: Yes I have.

Tommy: So let’s start with getting your comments on Adam Davis’s latest promo?

Brett: What can I say I agree with “Pit Bull” he is a pussy. He is also a vary stupid boy.

Tommy: What do you mean?

Brett: Well let me break it down for you 1. I was never and will never be a member of the Canadian Horsemen. 2. If I was never in the horsemen then they could never have kicked me to the curb and finally 3. If you weren’t so busy playing hide the kendo stick with your brother you would know I have cut a promo. You should really not believe the information you get from a cheep ass wanabe gangster.

Morpheus: Brett he thinks he is a gangster.

Brett: I know.

Tommy: Ok well I guess Adam Davis will have to rethink who he gets his information from. But lets move on to “Pit Bull” Pete Hardy?

Brett: Like I said I am in told agreement with Pete on everything he said. But Pete you forgot about me I am not one to be over looked and something like that could cost you dearly. But I am going to let you off this time. I am even going to offer you a partnership, cause it seems I may need a tag partner if Chris get the match he asked for I am offering you whatever you want if you will be that partner.

Tommy: Well you herd it here folks Brett Johnson offering Pete Hardy the chance to be his partner. Ok that now that brings us to El Bastardo?

Brett: Oh where do I start with this guy, I said I knew his father I fought him once he was a drunk and a bum. And judging by how he is acting and where he lives he is following in his dads footsteps. And I am not sure if I would trust him with those kids.

Tommy: Are you saying he is doing something with the kids at the shelter?

Brett: Hey all I am saying is he spends awful lot of time with them.

Tommy: Well I don’t think so but lets move on. What are your thoughts about Puck?

Brett: I think I said all I had to say about him in my last promo.

Tommy: Ok well that brings us to Chris Sinclair and I know you have something to say about him?

Brett: You know Tommy I really don’t. I have said all I want to say to him, I am now going to let my actions do the talking.

With that Brett and Morpheus turn and walk off camera leaving a stunned Tommy Jackson standing there. The camera then fades to Black.