RCW HH3 - Doug Gavelon vs. Brock Davids

[Franky Higgs]

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[Doug Gavelon]

~On February 27, 2008, Doug Gavelon made his in-ring debut in RCW. Since then, he has been fighting and clawing and climbing his way to the top. Now, he’s just 11 days from reaching his goal of obtaining championship gold. However, on the eve of possibly his greatest triumph, Doug is reminded of his greatest failure.~

[The scene opens in a haze. Tiffany is being pummeled over and over again with a steel chair as she lays on the ground; begging for mercy. Her cries go unanswered as her attacker continues his assault. She rolls onto her stomach, crying, and begins coughing up blood. The attention turns to her attacker and reveals it to be Doug Gavelon. Doug has an evil grin spread across his face as he throws the chair down on the ground. A close-up of his eyes reveals them to be bright red as fire seems to engulf his entire body.]

DG: NO!

[The fire is what seemingly wakes Doug up from this nightmare with a jolt. He sits up in his bed in a cold sweat. He tries to calm himself down as he wipes the sweat and hair away from his face. He looks to his right side and sees Tiffany still asleep, face down with her bare back exposed down to her waist. He turns to his other side at his alarm clock which reads “2 a.m.” Doug breathes a sigh of relief as he turns his attention back towards Tiffany. He lies back down and slides in closer to her. He brings his hand up from his side and begins to gently slide his fingers up and down her back. She seems to wake up and turns to Doug with a half-awake smile on her face.]

Tiffany: What did that queen from “300” say? Let your lips finish what your fingers have started?

[Doug smiles.]

DG: Something like that.

[Doug leans down and kisses her gently on the lips.]

Tiffany: What’s the matter? Bad dreams?

DG: The worst.

Tiffany: You’re not worried about your match are you?

DG: In-ring, no. I’m just worried about what I might do after the match.

[Tiffany grabs the blankets and pulls them over herself as she sits up.]

Tiffany: What do you mean?

DG: You recall what happened not long after I won the Continental Title in WpW?

Tiffany: Doug, I’ve forgiven you for what happened. I know that you’re a completely different person now from then and that you’d never hurt me again. All of the fans have forgiven you for what you did. You must realize that, don’t you?

DG: I really want to believe that but like I’ve been saying; I’ve been doing everything possible to keep that rage bottled that came to the surface during those days. I’m still afraid what I might do again when in a position of power.

[Doug, frustrated by the sudden awakening and by his words, holds his head in his hands. Tiffany reaches over and embraces him, stroking his back to comfort him. She puts her hands on either side of his head and looks at him straight in the eye.]

Tiffany: Doug, I love you and would do anything for you. Please tell me that you love me and would do anything to keep me safe?

DG: I love you with every fiber of my being and would just as soon die as see you suffer ever again.

Tiffany: Then please stop worrying. You just need a little faith. You’ll see, when you defeat Brock and win the Natural Title, I’ll be there and your cousin will be there to congratulate you and show you the love and support that you need and deserve.

DG: Thanks, sweetie. I feel better. Speaking of my cousin, I need to call and make sure he can make it to that interview I have with Melvin Gates in the morning.

[Tiffany lets out a small laugh.]

Tiffany: That’d be a good idea. Now, let’s not worry about these things right now. Let’s just try to get some sleep.

[Tiffany and Doug begin to kiss passionately and lay back down on the bed.]

9 a.m.
5/7/08
Fayetteville, AR
**************

[As the bright sun shines down on the parking lot which houses Doug’s apartment complex. Doug makes his way to his car carrying his duffel bag. He’s wearing light blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a black skull cap. He opens the back door on the driver’s side and throws the bag in; closing the door behind him. As he opens the driver’s door, Tiffany comes running to him in a white tank top, blue shorts, and flip flops and carrying a cellphone.]

Tiffany: Don’t forget to call your cousin. See if you need to pick him up or if he’s getting a taxi to the Boys and Girls Club.

DG: Oh, yeah. Thanks for reminding me.

[Doug takes the phone, dials a few numbers, and waits for a response. Soon enough, someone answers.]

DG: Hey man…Yeah, it’s me….Hey, do you need me to pick you up or are you just taking a taxi?....Okay man….Yeah…..Brock Davids…..Well, he started off as a pr*ck but his demeanor seems to change from week to week….I don’t know. Maybe he’s like Juvinal and has multiple personalities or something….Yeah….Yeah, I know I’m gonna beat him, it’s just a matter of how bad….He’s a big guy but I think I’ve got him beat on mobility and conditioning….Okay….Okay, I’ll see you in a few minutes then….Alright…Bye.

[Doug ends the call and hands the phone back to Tiffany.]

DG: He’s taking a taxi. I think me and him are gonna go work out afterwards, too. We should be back in time for lunch.

Tiffany: Good, because I’m making some pasta for lunch. I’m sure you guys’ll enjoy it.

DG: I hope so.

[Doug gives a sly grin as Tiffany smacks him.]

Tiffany: Just get out of here, you jerk.

DG: Okay, sweetie. I’ll see you later.

[Doug climbs into his car, starts it up and pulls out of the parking lot as Tiffany waves good-bye. Doug drives to the Fayetteville Boys and Girls Club, shuts off the car, grabs his bag from the back and exits the car. He makes his way through the building and to the familiar room that says “RCW Interviews.” He walks through the door and sees the camera set up in front of Melvin Gates.]



MG: Hey there, Doug. Right on time. You ready for this thing?

DG: I’m always ready, Mel. You should know that.

MG: Haha! Yeah, that’s true. So how’s the training going so far?

DG: Pretty good. Me and my cousin are gonna go train after we do this interview?

MG: Your cousin?

DG: Don’t worry, he’ll be here before it’s over.

[The director signals that everything’s set as he begins his countdown. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. The director cues Melvin and he begins to speak.]

MG: Hello again, wrestling fans. This is Melvin Gates with an exclusive interview leading up to Hog Heaven 3: On the Border. The fellow standing next to me will not only be involved in that fabulous supercard but will specifically get a shot at the RCW Natural Championship. He’s the current #1 Contender to that title and is the self-proclaimed only wrestler that matters.

[Doug smirks at the “self-proclaimed” line.]

MG: I am, of course, talking about the “Burning Hammer” Doug Gavelon. Doug, thanks again for joining me.

DG: Oh my pleasure, Mel. Like I’ve told you before, anytime I’m preparing for a matchup, you can assure yourself that you’ll be the first to know on where my head’s at. However, before we continue with this interview, let me just say something about this “self-proclaimed” stuff.

[Both men develop smiles across their faces.]

DG: Now, when I say something, you can take it to the bank. I said that I would get my shot at RCW gold soon enough when I came here back in February and here we are with my matchup against Brock. When I said that I would give Jeffrey Hollywood the fight of his life and now many people are already talking about that match being a match of the year candidate. Now, people like Jeff can say that I’m not the only wrestler that matters but like I’ve already said, people only care about Jeff now because of that singles victory that he had over me. If I would’ve defeated him, he would’ve been relegated to the opening match each week on Southern Dynamite or barely being heard from again…like Casanova.

[Doug begins to laugh and runs his right hand over his face.]

DG: But, seriously, for anyone out there who dispute my claim to being the only wrestler that matters will soon see that it’s more than just fancy words on May 18th when I end the reign of Brock Davids and become the RCW Natural Champion.

MG: Yes, I believe you are ready to prove just that but I’m sure that the longest reigning champion in RCW will have more than just words as a response to that.

[Doug nods his head before continuing.]

DG: Oh, I’m sure of that. In fact, I would hope for nothing less from the man. Sure, this is my chance to shine. It’s my chance to become a champion in this company, just like I did in that other company. But, having said all that, it’s also Brock’s opportunity to show just what he’s made of. While he’s gone through that hellacious war with Adam Troy, that lingering doubt was always among his peers in, whether or not, he could beat Troy by himself without the involvement of anyone else. Now, he gets his chance and on the grandest stage. He gets to put everything on the line against the toughest challenge he’s ever face at Hog Heaven 3 in Texarkana. On May 18th, we will finally see if his muscle-bound body can handle the punishment that I dish out. We’ll see if the immovable object that he is can handle the unstoppable force of which I am incarnate. We’ll finally see what Brock can do when his brother isn’t anywhere near the wrestling ring. Get ready for war, Brock, because that’s what I’m bringing to Hog Heaven 3.

MG: Of course, Doug, there’s this new attitude that Brock has shown since his early departure in that Southern Heritage Title Battle Royal a few weeks back. What do you make of it and do you think it will have any impact on the match?

[Doug shows a look of intrigue as he answers the question.]

DG: Well, Mel, I’m not too sure. I mean, he has shown signs that he’s turned over a new leaf and is more willing to be an upstanding guy. However, in this business, you can never be too sure just what goes on inside someone’s head. I, for one, can attest to that. This “new attitude” that Brock’s been displaying could just be a type of mind game that he’s using now with his brother gone. It could be his way of trying to lull me into a false sense of security. Well, Brock, whether you have turned over a new leaf or are just trying to fool the masses, it doesn’t matter to me in the long run. I am so focused on my goals for this match that no attitude or perceived attitude can alter. I am on a mission that can only be accomplished when I’m holding the Natural Title belt in my hands at the conclusion of Hog Heaven.

MG: Now, last week you mentioned an insurance policy that you have to prevent outside interference in your match against Brock and just before we went on the air, you said something about your cousin being here. Doug, what’s this all about?

[Just then, there’s a knock at the door. Doug turns to the door.]

DG: Oh, right on time. Come in!

[The door opens and in walks “The Purist” Nate Sipes.]



DG: Mel, viewing audience, I’m sure more than a handful of you remember this man. However, for those who don’t, here’s who this man is.

[Nate steps into camera view and stands to the left and just in front of Doug. He looks into the camera and folds his arms before speaking.]

NS: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Nate Sipes and I represent wrestling at its purest form.

MG: Oh my goodness! Nate, are you Doug’s cousin?

NS: That’s correct, Mr. Gates. I am Doug’s cousin and will second him in his match at Hog Heaven. Now, I want to put everyone’s mind to rest by stating that I appreciate the sport that is pro wrestling. I appreciate a high-stakes, competitive match like the one I’m sure Doug will have against Brock Davids at Hog Heaven. So, having said that, if anyone tries to interfere in the match, then they will have to deal with me.

[Doug pats Nate on the shoulder and takes a step forward.]

DG: Like I said, I found a way to insure that it would be just you and me in that ring, Brock, and that’s exactly what I’ve done. There won’t be any Jeffrey Hollywood, Adam Davids, or even Casanova interfering with the outcome. And if they do, my cousin is more than ready to deal with such a situation. So, no matter what attitude either of us may display, you can count on this man to let us decide our match like men: one on one. All he’s gonna do is come out with me, take a seat at ringside, watch an outstanding match, and only get involved if some outside force tries to deter the action inside the ring. So, Brock, don’t feel threatened by Nate. Just remained threatened by the man who will take your title at Hog Heaven.

MG: One last question, Doug: where do you think the Natural Title match should be placed on the supercard?

[Doug and Nate look at each other in a bit of bewilderment and then Doug turns back towards the camera.]

DG: Mel, what kind of question is that? Isn’t my answer obvious by what I’ve been saying? The match of Doug Gavelon versus Brock Davids for the RCW Natural Championship is THE marquee match of Hog Heaven 3 which not only deserves to be but IS the main event, as far as I’m concerned. I enjoy seeing just how “our champion” Phil and that weapon with a mouthpiece intend to follow what me and Brock have in store for each other. Sure, Phil has the most prestigious title in RCW and usually such a champion’s match goes on last. I don’t believe he truly deserves to hold such a title but it’s a fact that he does. However, we all know that if Ase is on his game that there’s no way Phil can stop that silent assassin from taking the Southern Heritage Title. There’s no question in my mind that that’s how things will go down.

[Doug looks down and wipes his hair back and out of his face.]

DG: But when it comes to me vs. Brock, there are so many x-factors which come into play. Can I overcome the size and strength of Brock Davids? Can he overcome the skill and tenacity which I hold? Will anyone stick their nose in our business and if so, just what kind of action will my compadre see?

[Nate smirks but after making the comment, Doug’s demeanor turns very serious.]

DG: Then, of course, there’s the question of what I might be capable of once I grasp power in RCW. As of 2 this morning, not even I was for certain that my efforts towards reformation wouldn’t end in tragedy. However, a person that I hold of the highest esteem has instilled in me what I needed: self-confidence in my abilities to control the beast. She has shown me that my mind, body, and soul are all in the best condition possible and that there’s nothing that will stop me from defeating Brock at Hog Heaven and that I am finally whole. Brock, prepare for the end of your title reign and your perceived invincibility. It will all come to an end on May 18th at the hands of the only wrestler that matters. At the hands of the Burning Hammer. At the hands of….Doug Gavelon!

MG: Ladies and gentlemen, don’t miss that great supercard broadcasting live from Texarkana on May the 18th as it’s sure to be an unforgettable night, especially the Natural Title match. Don’t miss it.

[Doug and Nate glare into the camera with determined looks as the director signals cut. Melvin Gates turns to Doug and extends his hand.]

MG: Good luck, Doug.

DG: Thanks, Mel.

[Doug shakes his hand. Mel then turns to Nate and shakes his hand as well.]

MG: Welcome to RCW, Nate.

NS: Thanks, I appreciate it.

MG: No problem. I’ll see you two later.

[Doug and Nate walk out of the room and exit through the main lobby’s doors.]

DG: So, you ready to go work out?

NS: You know me. I live in the gym.

DG: That’s what I figured. So, after we’re done, Tiffany’s making us pasta for lunch.

NS: Awesome. Sounds like a great way to start my tenure here.

[The two men walk to the car as Doug climbs in the driver’s side and Nate in the passenger’s side. Doug starts up the car as Nate turns to him.]

NS: By the way, what’s the sleeping arrangement?

DG: Me and Tiffany get the bed and you get the couch.

NS: That’s what I figured. I think I’m just going to commute here. I’ve got enough money saved up and enough indy dates to do it.

DG: Whatever you wanna do, man.

NS: Also, while I’m here, you and Tiffany keep the noise down at night.

[Doug turns to Nate, winks and smiles as he pulls out of the parking lot and off to the gym.]

[The Davids Brothers]

"Let the Games Begin"



A sweat-drenched Brock Davids opens up our scene wiping off his face, chest and arms with a small white towel. He tosses the towel aside and takes a seat on a small beige bench, half covered with a black duffel bag. He lifts the bag and an expression comes across his face as if he was expecting the bag to be much heavier. He sets the bag on his lap and quickly unzips it.

Brock Davids: Where the hell is my title!!!?!!?

Most everyone in the large building looks over toward the angry wrestler, including both of the men who were practicing submission holds in a smaller-than-average ring. Nobody speaks up, they all just look at him with the same blank look on their faces. Brock Davids stands up, disregarding the bag, letting it fall to the floor.

Brock Davids: Well?

Brock notices that something fell out of the bag. He bends down with an inquiring look in his eyes and picks it up.

Brock Davids: The biography of John Wilkes Booth? Haha, very funny guys, but April Fools was over a month ago. Now seriously, where is my title?

Everybody within earshot of Brock shrugs and looks around the room, as if the culprit was going to jump out and announce that he had taken the "beasts" belt. When nobody speaks up, Brock changes his tone.

Brock Davids: Guys, I'm not playing around. I just got done with a four hour work out and I'm in no mood to play hide and seek.

Brock stands there like an angry girlfriend awaiting an explanation from a boyfriend whom she had just caught cheating. Before Brock could get any sort of answer, a small man wearing a "Weezer" t-shirt comes up to Brock and clears his throat.

Weezer Guy: Uh...um...ex...excuse me...uh...Brock?

Brock Davids: What is it?

Weezer Guy: I...uh...did...did...didn't want to...inter...interrupt...but uh...the uh...cam...cam...camera crew is hu...here to uh...ta...tape...ya...ya...your inter...view.

Brock mouths a few choice words before finally answering.

Brock Davids: Let them in.

Brock puts both of his hands on top of his head and releases a sigh. He watches as the camera crew enters the gym and walks over toward him.

Brock Davids: Hey guys.

Brock extends his hand to one of the camera men and the two shake hands.

Camera Man: Where are we shootin' this thing?

Brock Davids: Follow me and I'll show you guys where you can set up.

Brock, followed by a couple of camera and sound guys exit the gym and begin walking down a quiet hallway. They reach the end of the hallway and stop.

Brock Davids: Alright, it is right there in that lounge.

Brock points inside a door to the right.

Brock Davids: You guys go ahead and set up in front of the couch. I'm going to go get a shirt on, then I'll be right back.

Brock goes back from the way he came, while the camera crew enters the luxurious lounge. Brock enters into the gym and begins walking toward his duffel bag.

Brock Davids: Hey! What are you guys doing going through my stuff?

Several of the men in the gym were now gathered around the bag which Brock expected his belt to be in. One of the men speaks up, holding up a black object for the angry Brock to see.

Man: When your duffel bag fell from your lap, we noticed this video tape fell out. It's labeled "Let the Games Begin" and it says its for you.

Brock Davids: Let me see it!

Brock picks up his pace and snatches the tape from out of the mans hand. He inspects the tape with a curious expression on his face.

Man: We thought that maybe it was a clue to who stole your belt.

Brock Davids: Wait...so you are telling me it really wasn't one of you guys?

Man: Yeah man. We wouldn't do anything like that, we swear.

Everyone in the group nods their head in agreement.

Brock Davids: Alright. I guess I'll have to take a look at this then.

Brock bends over and grabs his duffel bag. He sits it on the bench along with the video tape and removes a "Beast" Brock Davids t-shirt from it and swiftly puts it on. He picks the tape back up and without a word walks back to the lounge, where the camera crew is waiting on him to shoot a promo. He enters the lounge and takes a seat on a nice leather sofa that is sitting in front of a flat screen, plasma television. The camera crew is all set up, just waiting to get started.

Camera Man: Ready?

Brock Davids: Yep, let's get this thing over with.

Brock looks into the camera with an intense gaze upon his face. He then cracks his knuckles, before he begins to speak.

Brock Davids: So, we have finally arrived at Hog Heaven 3. It's been a long month for me, spent almost entirely in the gym, preparing for the toughest opponent of my career, but I'm not so sure that should be taken as a compliment, Doug.

You see, in my tenure here, I have pretty much faced a bunch of one hit wonders. You look back at the "Three the Hard Way" tournament and you realize that it was pretty much a walk in the park for me. I mean, just look at the names I fought in that tournament. Isaac Comelightly...Trent Raven..."Pitbull" Pete Hardy? Do any of those names sound familiar? The only real talent I faced in that tourney was Ares, but he had other things to worry about at that time in his life, so I ended up capturing the title with ease.

Then, you look back to my first title defense against Adam Troy. The kid had some real talent, but he was just nervous. Go back and look at any of his matches against me during that time period and you really realize just how unready he was to be in the ring with me. Needless to say, I retained the belt.

Now, I finally have a real challenger. I finally have a guy that is going to give me a run for my money and then some. As you can probably already tell, I have a lot of respect for Gavelon...inside the ring that is. Outside of the ring, I'm still not sure what to think. It may be easy for all of you fans to forget the wrongs Doug has committed in the past, but for me it is going to take some more proof to get over what he did back in World Pro.

But as I said, I have a lot of respect for what Gavelon can do in the ring and that is why I have been training so hard lately. I've been training for a war because I know that is what Gavelon's going to give me. I know it will take everything I can give plus another ten minutes of battling, just for me to barely make it out of Hog Heaven with my Natural title.

Camera Man: What kind of training have you been doing?

Brock Davids: I've done a lot of work on my stamina. I know I'm going to need it come the 18th. I've also done a lot of training as far as my move set goes. I've been working on moves I already do to make them better and more harmful, whereas I've also learned several new moves, including submissions, that I can whip out, just in case it seems as though Gavelon knows every trick in my book.

Also, going back to my days of being a high school football player, I've been watching a lot of tape of Doug in matches to try and learn how he counters certain things and how he reacts to certain situations. I just want to be as prepared as I possibly can be for when I step into the ring on that warm Texas evening.

Camera Man: Lets end it on this one last thing. Any guarantee for your match against "The Burning Hammer?"

Brock Davids: No, I'm not a guy that is big on guarantees. Gavelon may seem to think he has this one in the bag, but I think it will be a pretty even fight. Besides, even if I thought I was leagues better than Gavelon, which I don't, I would still not guarantee a win because you know what...things happen. I could have some fluke injury that causes me to lose the match or even more probable, "The Purist" could get involved and hand Gavelon the title on a silver platter. All I know for sure is that our match at Hog Heaven will be one to remember.

Camera Man: And cut.

Everyone kind of collectively releases a sigh and the camera crew begins packing their things up. Just then, there is a knock at the door. Brock gets up and opens it. There, in a semi revealing, yet classy outfit is RCW interviewer Bettie Lee Rose with a microphone in hand.

Brock Davids: Hey Bettie!

Bettie Lee Rose: Hey Brock. So are you ready to do this exclusive interview thing?

Brock Davids: In a minute. Let's wait until the camera crew gets all packed up and ready to go. Oh and I wanted to watch this video tape right quickly.

The camera crew and Bettie Lee Rose all make strange faces at Brock after his last statement. Brock ignores them and walks up to the plasma screen TV. He bends down and slides the tape in. He stands back up, grabs the remote and changes the television to a plain blue screen. He and Bettie take a seat on the couch and the camera crew says their goodbyes. Then, the video starts up.

It shows a very dark room, with a person wearing a druid like robe sitting in a chair. The only visible part of the person is the chin, which seems to be lit by a small window. The chin looks scarred and strange. The druid like person begins to speak with a deep, intimidating, yet raspy voice.



Druid: Hello Brock.

The opening sends a chill down both Brock and Bettie's spine.

Bettie: What is this about?

Brock shrugs.

Druid: You are going to look back at the moments before you watched this video as the last time in your life you ever felt even a slight bit of happiness. Why? Because I am going to start your life onto a down-spiraling path of paranoia, insecurity, and self-destructing rage. Then, when I tire of playing with you like the defenseless little prey that you are, I will obliterate you.

Both Bettie and Brock's jaws have dropped, shocked by the content of the video.

Druid: You may be asking yourself, who is this man? Well, you may call me the Master of Ceremonies. That, of course, is not my true identity, but it is fitting for this little thing between you and I, seeing as I have started this whole "game".

Something in the background shimmers. It appears to be a golden color.

Master of Ceremonies: What game are we playing? We are playing a simple game of cat and mouse. Can you guess what roll you play?

The Master of Ceremonies lets out a sinister cackle before continuing.

Master of Ceremonies: I could have just easily bludgeoned you from behind like everyone else does to get revenge, but where is the creativity in that? Besides Brock, I've already made the first move in this little game of ours.

The robed man smiles as the golden item in the background shimmers even more. Brock looks on in shock, apparently having figured out what the shimmering item is.

Master of Ceremonies: See you soon, Brock.

The video cuts out abruptly, sending a lot of white noise through the television.

Bettie Lee Rose: Oh My Word!

Just like the strange video, the scene abruptly cuts to black, leaving a lot unanswered.

[Doug Gavelon]

5/15/08
Fayetteville, AR
**************

[The scene opens up inside the Hitching Post that is owned by Doug Gavelon's good friend, Josh. The place is dimly lit as only a few inside lights are on in the late morning. As the windows are tinted only a tiny bit of natural sunlight is shining through. At a wooden booth, several familiar faces are sitting. Nate Sipes, "The Purist" and cousin of Doug Gavelon, is sitting on the inside, near the window nearest to the wall. He is wearing a white wife beater t-shirt and dark black jean shorts as he uses his fork and cuts out a piece of his over-easy eggs before taking a bite. Sitting to his left is the owner of the Hitching Post, Josh. He's wearing faded light blue jeans and a shirt reminiscent of a lumberjack, which he messes up as a bit of his pancake syrup falls on it. Across the table from Nate is Tiffany, Doug's on-again, off-again love interest. She's wearing a blue denim jacket over her pink strapless top and a matching pink, low cut skirt. She sees Josh's folly and kindly laughs at him as she continues eating her sausage. Josh gives a mockingly, sly grin in response. Sitting on Tiffany's right is a person wearing a black AC/DC t-shirt, dark blue pants and a skull cap as he downs several pieces of toast. He is the current #1 Contender to the RCW Natural Title, as well as Tiffany's lover, Doug Gavelon. Doug notices the interaction between Tiffany and Josh before looking across the table at his friend with a grin.]

DG: You messed yourself up again, didn't you?

Josh: It wouldn't be a meal if a pair of my clothing didn't get messed up.

DG: Well, that's what you get for ordering pancakes.

Josh: Yeah, well, unlike you, I can eat whatever I want. There ain't no other restaurant or bar owner who's fixing to kick my a** and take my place.

DG: Not yet, anyway.

[Doug grabs for his glass of orange juice and finishes it off. Josh's wife/co-owner/waitress for the group, Nikki, looks up from the bar and collects the empty glass.]

Nikki: Need another one, Doug?

DG: Nah, I'm good. We'll be heading out soon anyway.

[As Nikki takes the empty glass away, Josh winks at Doug and turns to his wife.]

Josh: Nate'll have a Sam Adams and I'll have a Sam Jackson.

Nikki: Go to hell, Josh.

Josh: Already there, hun.

[He turns back to the table and tries to contain his laughter so that his wife doesn't hear it.]

Josh: That joke never gets old.

NS: How often do you use it?

Josh: Every night.

NS: I'm sure it's getting old for her.

Josh: Nate, you just don't understand women. That's probably why you're the only single person at this table. You see, women will take as much crap as we can give them. All the guy needs to do is some basic chores around the place, a little loving in the sack, and everything's fine.

NS: I see.

[Nate turns to Doug.]

NS: Five bucks says she leaves him within a month.

DG: I'll take that bet.

[Nate and Doug shake hands as Josh holds up his middle finger on each hand to both of them.]

DG: So, all set?

Tiffany: Yep. Let's get moving.

[All four of them stand up from the table and Doug leaves a 5 dollar bill on the table. Tiffany and Nate walk around the wall next to the booth and out the door as Doug and Josh approach the bar.]

DG: So what do I owe you?

[Josh shakes his head.]

Josh: Don't worry about it. Just bring home that Natural Title and we'll call it even.

DG: Good, looks like I've got a free meal then.

Josh: You ain't worried about Brock? He was training pretty hard in that promo I saw of him.

DG: Like I haven't been training hard this past week? Besides, he's a meathead. To me, he looks like a guy who would work out just so he could flex in the mirror all day to begin with. Sure, he's the Natural Champ but like I said and like he said in that promo of his, he hasn't faced any real competition up to this point. He's gonna find out why I was the World Heavyweight Champion in WpW.

[Josh looks at him with a confused look.]

Josh: I thought you didn't like being called a former World Champion.

DG: I don't but at least thoses accolades show that I've faced world class competition in my career and that's something that Brock still has to do. Besides, after I beat him, I won't have to worry about being called a former World Champion. Instead, they'll be calling me the current RCW Natural Champion.

Josh: That's true. Well, I won't keep you any longer. Good luck, Doug.

DG: Thanks, man.

[The two shake hands as Doug makes his exit through the front door as Tiffany and Nate wait for him. The three begin their walk across the road and back to their apartment.]

Tiffany: So did he comp our meal?

DG: He said it's free as long as I win at Hog Heaven.

Tiffany: That's good. So what's your plan for the day?

DG: Well, we'll go back to the apartment and cut a promo. Then, after we drop it off to the production crew at the Boys and Girls Club, me and Nate are gonna go work out for a couple of hours.

Tiffany: Sounds fine. So when are we leaving for Texarkana?

DG: Sometime tomorrow. I've got an interview lined up for tomorrow at the stadium.

Tiffany: With who?

DG: Conan O'Brien

Tiffany: Really?!?! That's great! How'd you manage to swing that?

DG: Well, since he'd done an interview with me before in WpW and since this is a big show, I figured it'd be a great way to get RCW's name out there.

NS: Good idea. Hopefully, this influx of new guys can help get RCW exposure all on their own.

DG: One can only hope.

[The three reach the apartment as Doug unlocks the door. They enter the place and Doug closes the door behind them. Doug goes over to the TV and grabs his camera off the top of it. He hands it to Tiffany as Doug and Nate sit down next to each other on the couch. Once everyone's ready, Tiffany gives a thumbs up to indicate that the camera's rolling.]

DG: The time is drawing closer and closer for me. For the time when I can step into that ring against Brock Davids at Hog Heaven 3. For the time when I become the new Natural Champion. For the time when I can finally exorcise my demons and put them to rest, once and for all. In order to do that, I have to become a champion by my own merits. I have to win this match without resorting to my old bag of tricks or letting the beast out which reigned so much terror and destruction during my stay in WpW.

[Doug reaches up and wipes the hair from his face before leaning forward, putting his arms over his knees and closing his hands together.]

DG: It evens seems that you, Brock, are finally coming to grips with just how lucky you are to be a champion. Back at the first Hog Heaven, you were able to win the matchup for the vacant Natural Championship but you've also mentioned how none of those competitors that were in your path are still here or what we would consider worthy of being called champion. From what I saw, they were all great guys but just didn't have what it takes to reach the next level that you, seemingly did, Brock. So, what it just mob warfare that after the smoke cleared, you were declared king? Or, were you a big fish in a small pond? Like we've said, we'll never know now because neither Isaac nor Trent nor even Pete are still around so I don't have the chance to beat them myself. As far as Ares, he had his problems then and he still has his problems now. Until he comes to grip with his personal matters, he'll never know what it is to hold championship gold and that's not just a rant but a proven fact.

[Doug lowers his head before continuing.]

DG: Now, Brock, it seems that you're not only lucky, not only a meathead, but also completely inept when it comes to holding onto your personal belongings.

[Doug looks up at the camera with a look of anger and of shock.]

DG: How in the world could you call yourself champion and yet somehow lose the one thing that shows you are a champion? How could you possibly let some Darth Sidious looking jacka** just come in and steal the Natural Title belt without you knowing? Now, it turns out, that even if I beat you, I may not have 15 pounds of gold to strap around my waist now at Hog Heaven because it's soon-to-be previous owner wasn't smart enough to never let it out of his grasp. It's like Clinton stealing all of the "W" computer keys before Bush moved in, all over again. Not that I'm comparing my intelligence to George W. because, unlike him, I have the strength and the b*lls to get the job done without a lot of bs in between.

[Doug takes his right hand and points it at the camera.]

DG: Now, I'm sure there's a lot of you out there that've followed my career and automatically point to me as a possible culprit as the "mysterious figure" routine is one that I've done before. First off, when I did it, it was to, merely, fool Havoc and that wasn't hard to do. Second, that black sheet that I wore then has been long gone, as has the darkness been long gone from my life. Third, as much as I crave championship gold, the only time it matters having that belt is when you defeat your opponent in an instance of showing the entire world that you are better than them and having this gold belt to prove it.

[Doug lowers his hand and shakes his head.]

DG: No, Brock, I didn't take the belt. As for whoever did, if you don't kill them outright, I'll make their last bits of existence a living hell for interfering in our affairs. While I do appreciate you respecting my in-ring abilities, Brock, as for you...

[Doug raises his eyebrows and slides his right hand across his chin as if thinking.]

DG: ...I'm still not sure about your abilities. Your wins, your "successful" title defenses, including a no contest of a cage match, your dealings with your brother beforehand, still leave me weary of just what I think about you, inside or outside the ring.

[Doug lowers his hand and once again leans over with his arms on his knees.]

DG: If you want my respect, then you'll have to earn it in our match. You'll have to show me that when we eliminate the Adam Davids and Jeffrey Hollywoods and mysterious druids of the world that you can actually go with me, one-on-one. If all of those new tricks that you've been learning do actually work, then respect should be no problem. However, what you have learned in a matter of weeks, I have perfected over the past several years. My technical prowess is uncanny, my high-flying capabilities are unmatchable, my stamina is unquestionable, and my basic abilities are second to no one. Even if your new techniques are subpar at best, my abilities against your raw strength alone is enough to make everyone in Texarkana get their money's worth. Your strength is the only thing you hold over me, Brock. I'm not ashamed to admit it that that musclebound form you carry around is stronger but the strength that I hold is all natural. Can you, honestly, say the same, Brock?

[Doug briefly smiles at the camera.]

DG: At any rate, you also mentioned how you were unsure of what my cousin, the man sitting next to me, Nate Sipes, may do in our match.

[Doug turns and faces Nate.]

DG: Well, take a good look because that's all he'll be doing if it really is just you versus me, Brock. He will not interfere and will refuse any opportunity to interfere on my behalf. All he is is an insurance policy against any outside influences who may try to show their ugly faces in our match.

[Doug turns back to the camera.]

DG: Brock, you have no reason to worry about him, so quit focusing on the maybes and keep your attention on the definites. There will definitely be a one-on-one encounter between Brock Davids and Doug Gavelon at Hog Heaven 3. This encounter will definitely be a matchup of epic proportions. And most importantly, there will definitely be a new RCW Natural Champion at Hog Heaven. The new champion will be the only wrestler that matters. He will be the Burning Hammer. He will be...Doug Gavelon!

[With that, Tiffany pushes the "Stop" button and removes the tape before handing it to Doug.]

Tiffany: Good stuff, honey.

DG: Thanks, Tiff.

[Tiffany leans in towards Doug and the two kiss.]

DG: I'd love to stay here with you all day but I've got work to do.

Tiffany: I know. You and Nate go have fun cracking skulls down at the gym.

[Both Doug and Nate laugh as they stand up.]

NS: You know it.

[Nate grabs his bag and walks to the door as Doug grabs his bag with his right hand and uses his left hand to bring Tiffany in close to him with an embrace. She puts her arms around him and they kiss again.]

Tiffany: I love you.

DG: I love you, too.

[They let go and Doug follows Nate out the door and on their way for more training.]

[The Davids Brothers]

"Intruder"

The last time we saw Brock, he addressed his opponent at Hog Heaven 3, but more importantly, his belt was stolen by a strange, robed figure that calls himself the Master of Ceremonies. The following takes place immediately after the last scene cut out.

There, sitting on the couch, still in shock, sits the lovely Bettie Lee Rose and the muscular Brock Davids. After only a few moments, Brocks face changes from shock to anger. He stands up and storms towards the door of the lounge before turning back to tell Bettie something.

Brock Davids: Bettie, I'm sorry, but I've got to deal with that sick piece of...

Brock points at the television screen with a look of disgust on his face, even though the robed man is no longer on the television.

Bettie Lee Rose: I understand.

Brocks flings open the door and exits the lounge. A startled Bettie Lee Rose follows shortly after. The two walk at a quick pace through the gym, with almost everyone inhabiting the room wondering what is going on. Both leave the gym and Brock sprints out towards his car, all the while Bettie stands on the sidewalk, watching as the enraged "beast" peels out of the parking lot. Bettie watches Brocks car until it gets lost in a sea of other vehicles. The scene temporarily fades to black.

THREE DAYS LATER

Three days of searching. Three days of frustration. Three days of dead ends. Finally, Brock gives up on his search for the odd robed man whom has stolen his belt and instead decides to spend some time with his gorgeous girlfriend Lauryn or Ren for short. The two are shown speeding down the highway in a red Camaro, rocking out to a song by the highly under-rated hair metal band known simply as Dokken. Brock watches his girlfriend with a look of happiness as she lip syncs to "Unchain the Night". After a few moments, Ren abruptly stops and turns down the radio to where the song is just barely noticeable.

Ren: You know, this is the first time I think I've seen you happy since this whole thing started.

Brock: Ugh, can we not talk about that right now? All I want to do is hang out with my beautiful girlfriend and watch some high quality NBA basketball.

Ren: Alright. Oh, by the way, how did you get these tickets?

Brock: Just one of the many perks of being the champ.

Ren: Hopefully those perks will last for a little while longer.

Brock: What is that supposed to mean?

Ren: I'm just saying Doug is a tough opponent. You yourself said that you didn't know who would walk out of Hog Heaven with the belt.

Brock: Right now it looks like nobody will be walking out of Hog Heaven with that belt.

Brock lets out a slight smile, still obviously angered by the fact that his belt has been stolen from him.

Ren: So have you been training at all lately?

Brock: No, the last time I trained was right before this whole thing happened.

Ren: You can't let him get to you like that, Brock. You need to go about life as if nothing ever happened.

Brock: I know, but it's just too distracting. I still have no idea how or when he stole my belt in the first place.

Ren: That is definitely a mystery. And you are sure it wasn't any of the guys down at the gym?

Brock: Positive. There is no way any of those guys could formulate a plan of this magnitude.

Ren: Do you have any idea who it could be?

Brock: There is only two people I really think it might be right now and they are Delilah Ghost and Doug Gavelon. Gavelon, of course has a history of stuff like this and even though he claims he isn't doing this, he still hasn't proven himself to be trustworthy. Meanwhile, Delilah and I have traded words in the past and she seems to enjoy messing with peoples personal property.

Ren: I understand what Gavelon could possibly get out of this, but why would Delilah want to mess with you at this point in time. It has been at least a month since you two were bickering back and forth.

Brock: Well, she hasn't been wrestling for a long while and nobody really knows why. Maybe she is trying to make a big impact before making a huge comeback.

Ren: Is there any chance that Adam is doing all this? He is a bit strange...

Brock: That would have been one of my first guesses, but Adam's been in Japan for the past month. In fact, I know it isn't him because he is currently in the hospital with some kind of injury.

Ren: Why is he in Japan?

Brock: As you know, he left RCW. He wanted to go to a place where he would be respected. Where the sport of professional wrestling was respected. So, he headed over to Japan and began wrestling for some promotion over there.

Ren: So is he in the hospital because of an in-ring injury or...?

Brock: I don't really know, to be honest with you. All I really know about it was that it was a rare occurrence, but that's it. I'm not too worried, Adam is a tough guy.

Ren: Well...

Brock cuts her off.

Brock: Ren?

Ren: Yeah?

Brock: Can we please not speculate about who this freak is?

Ren: Sure thing, babe.

And with that, Brock turns up the radio and the two zoom off down the road in silence. Once again, the scene temporarily fades to black.

The scene opens back up at night time, with the couple pulling up in front of a nice sized house. Brock quickly notices that the door to the house is ajar and several of the lights are on.

Brock: I want you to stay in here Ren. I'm going to go in, get the tickets and find out why the hell the door to my house is wide open.

Ren: But...

Brock interrupts her with a quick peck on lips, like a hero in a movie, kissing his love interest before going off on a suicidal mission. Brock exits the car and the first thing he notices is that there is a strange vehicle parked in front of his. Strange because nobody ever parks in front of Brock's house. Brock then cautiously begins walking up the sidewalk and enters the house, slowly shutting the door behind, as to have it make no sound.

Brock turns around after shutting the door, finally noticing the damage done to his entrance hall. What once was a luxurious hallway, filled with Japanese art given to Brock by his brother, Adam, is now in ruins. The floor is littered with the afore mentioned art, with smashed pottery pieces pretty much encompassing the floor. The wall has a couple dozen hammers jammed into it, back end first. Also on the wall, there is red paint, which was used to write a lot of nonsensical things. After completely taking in the damage done, Brock proceeds down the hall way slowly. He begins talking loudly, trying to get the intruder to pop out.

Brock Davids: Hello? I know you're here! You can come out now!

Brock turns left at the end of the hall and enters the kitchen. The damage is minimal, but the refrigerator has been pierced with just about every fork, knife, and pair of scissors in the entire house. After examining the room cautiously, Brock exits the kitchen and goes back the way he came.

He enters a small room that appears to be for guests. Like the kitchen there is only one abnormality about this room. That one abnormality is several ripped pages of a very old book, scattered across the large bed. Other than that, the room remains untouched.

Brock once again exits the room and cautiously continues this little game of hide and seek. He enters the only other room on this floor, the bathroom. As soon as he enters a wave of mist exits. The shower was recently on. Brock searches the room for something of significance, but it isn't until his eye catches the mirror that he finds something of note. There, on the mirror is what appears to be a locker combination.

Brock Davids: 23-16-23.

Brock exits the bathroom and takes this journey upstairs. There are three rooms still left unchecked, an office, a second bathroom, and finally the master bedroom. He starts with the office. His search brings him nothing. He enters the bathroom and it looks to be the same, but he notices a single pamphlet set on the ground. He bends down and picks it up.

Brock Davids: Continental Airlines eh?

Brock then enters his own bedroom. Here, he expected to catch whoever had broken into his home, but there is nothing here. Brock refuses to believe that the person had left, so he walks in and searches his closet. Nothing.

Brock Davids: Damn it!

Brock puts his hands on his head in frustration. Once again his search had come up fruitless. Once again someone had invaded his privacy and won't have to pay for it. Brock begins walking back down the steps when all of a sudden it hits him.

Brock Davids: The basement!

Brock goes over to the basement door which sits right next to the kitchen and opens it. Brock begins walking down to the depths, with no light, no weapon, nothing. With each step the wooden stairs creak, until finally he reaches the cement bottom. He then struggles to the middle of the room, with his hand in the air, trying to find the chain to turn on the light. Finally his hand grasps it and he tugs down, lighting the room. There, sitting not ten feet in front of him is the Master of Ceremonies, twirling a hammer around in his gloved hands. Then, theres a crash, a thud, and the scene abruptly cuts to black.

[Doug Gavelon]

5/17/08
Texarkana, TX
Holiday Inn
**************

3 p.m.

[The scene opens in the hotel room which belongs to three very recognizable people, as of late. Tiffany, the love interest of Doug Gavelon, is currently alone in the trio’s suite and is finishing unpacking her bags. She’s wearing a black hoodie with a neon green tank top on underneath, as well as blue jean shorts and black sandals. As she finishes putting her extra clothes in the dresser underneath the room’s TV, there’s a knock at the door. She goes over and after looking through the peep hole, seeing that it’s Doug Gavelon and Nate Sipes, his cousin, opens the door.]

DG: Hey babe.

Tiffany: Hey hon.

[Doug and Tiffany kiss each other as Nate closes the door. Nate takes off his gray shirt and begins to wipe the sweat off of his face and back. Doug just takes the bottom of his red t-shirt and wipes his face.]

Tiffany: So how’d the workout go?

DG: Great. I wore lazy bones, here, out.

[Nate looks at Doug with a sly smirk before responding.]

NS: I don’t know what’s funnier: being called lazy or you saying you wore me out?

DG: At any rate, these guys have a great workout area. Nice little training regime before tomorrow night.

Tiffany: Hey, what time’s that interview you’ve got lined up at Tiger Stadium?

DG: Four

[Doug takes a quick glance down at his watch.]

DG: So, I’m gonna take a quick shower and then head off to the stadium.

Tiffany: Oooooh! A shower! Want some company?

DG: I dunno.

[Doug looks at Nate with a sly grin on his face.]

DG: Hey Nate, you wanna share a shower?

[Nate looks up at Doug with a look that seems to say “F*ck you, Doug.” Doug just laughs and winks at Tiffany as they both head into the bathroom.]

3:55 p.m.

[As the time for the satellite interview with Conan O’Brien draws near, Doug pulls into the parking lot of Tiger Stadium in his Chevy Cobalt. Doug is wearing his black skull cap, red t-shirt and blue jeans as he walks into the building. He roams the halls as he looks for the area in which the interview is to take place. Finally, he sticks his head inside one of the locker rooms and finds a camera crew with everyone wearing “Late Night” shirts.]

DG: You guys must be here to help conduct an interview.

Camera man: Yep, that’s us. We don’t have much time here as the taping has to happen on schedule. So, let’s just get to it.

[Doug sits down on the folding chair that’s sitting in front of the camera. On the lower right side of the camera are two TV monitors. One shows Doug staring at himself on TV while the other shows Conan in his studio.]

Conan: Hey, Doug, are you all set up, big guy?

DG: Yeah, man, let’s get this show on the road.

[After making sure Doug’s microphone works and that everything is set, the producer starts talking into his headset and some intro music starts playing as Conan begins to speak.]

Conan: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special guest joining us tonight. He’s a pro wrestler who is joining us via satellite due to his big match being in Texas tomorrow night. Yes, not even pro wrestlers want to come onto the set with me anymore.

[The studio audience laughs at the comment.]

Conan: I’m THAT unpleasant to be around.



Conan: My next guest is an RCW superstar and maybe the group’s next Natural Champion. He is the “Burning Hammer” Doug Gavelon!

[The crowd cheers as Doug sees himself now on both monitors. He smiles and gives a wave.]

DG: Hey, Conan, how’s everything going?

Conan: Oh, it’s going well. I’m currently in training for the palest host on TV.

[Doug, politely, laughs.]

Conan: You know, Doug, as I’m sure everyone remembers that the last time you were on the show that you were working for a different company and you had a completely different demeanor. So, I’ve gotta ask, what the hell happened to you?

DG: Well, Conan, I believe that when we were talking last, I was gunning for the WpW World Title at the Roy Lee Rumble. Of course, I did win the belt but I lost it a few months later and basically went into semi-retirement.

Conan: Now what do you mean by semi-retirement?

DG: I mean, once I lost the belt, I went through a long process of, whether or not, I wanted to keep on wrestling. To get the belt, I had sacrificed a lot of things and then all of those sacrifices proved futile within a really short amount of time. So, I went back to basics, started from scratch and ended up with a new outlook on things. I was lucky enough to get a job at Razorback Championship Wrestling based out of Fayetteville, Arkansas. Just had to get that plug in there. I joined up in February and now I’m in line for a Natural Title shot against Brock Davids.

Conan: Now, I got a look at this Brock guy and he is HUGE! I mean, you weigh like 225 and he has to be like 300…400….million pounds. So, how do you fight a guy like that?

DG: Well, I’m going in there with a very simple strategy and that’s to wear him down. You see, while he looks impressive, all of that extra bulk is just gonna cause him problems because his stamina is extremely weak, especially when compared to mine. He can break out all of these power moves that he’s known for but I’ll get out of every, single one of them and while he’ll be bent over in the corner, trying to get his wind, I’ll be measuring him up and getting ready to put him away. I don’t care if I have to use the Final Judgement, the Burning Hammer or whatever else. In the end, it’ll be me standing victorious in the ring as the new RCW Natural Champion.

Conan: You say “whatever else,” what else do you have if those two moves aren’t enough?

DG: If it comes to that then everyone will see at Hog Heaven.

Conan: Oh, you tease.

DG: Nope. That’s my girlfriend’s job.

[The mention of Tiffany gets an “Oooooooooh!” response from the audience.]

Conan: So, you’ve hooked up with someone again, huh? Who is she? Do we know her?

DG: Well, obviously, you haven’t been watching RCW, I take it.

Conan: Hey, this train wreck of a show leaves me very little leisure time, Doug. If I could go just one night without having to worry about Max or La Bamba, I’d buy out every last DVD you guys put out. Now who’s your squeeze?

DG: Tiffany.

Conan: WHAT?!?!

DG: Yeah, me and her got back together.

Conan: That’s insane! So, you go from being together to breaking up after you attacked her to being back together?

DG: Yeah, basically.

Conan: Man, I don’t know what you do but you must be d*mn good.

[Doug smiles before responding.]

DG: You’ve got that right. I’ve really got to be lucky to have a girl as beautiful as her with me. I mean, that’s what every red-blooded American wants: a perfect 10 that you can come home to after a tough day at work.

Conan: Sounds like somebody’s getting some loving tonight.

DG: I’ll meet you at the halfway point in Kentucky, Conan.

[The crowd roars with laughter as Doug and Conan exchange winks.]

Conan: Now, before I let you go...sweetums…what’s the deal with Brock losing the actual title belt?

DG: Someone he p*ssed off at some point snuck into his bag while Brock was working out and stole the title. Now, I’ve got no idea on who actually took it but, of course, I’m at the top of his list. Like I’ve been saying, I’m a completely changed person and I don’t have to resort to theft to gain a title belt. I can take home championship gold just by going out there every night and taking out anyone they put in front of me. Brock can speculate on my true nature all he wants but his paranoia and personal distractions are gonna make my job just that much easier. As strong as he is, it won’t matter because the defeat that I hand to him will be epic. I will prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that his title reign up to this point has been nothing but luck and that it’s now time for a real champion to hold that title. If he can take the beating that’s coming his way like a champ can, get back up, shake my hand, and go back to the drawing board to look for a way to get back on top, then he will have earned my respect. However, if all he does afterward is b*tch and moan, then I will have no problem in tossing him aside like the piece of garbage that he is. So, Brock, bring all of your genetically enhanced abilities, all of your tricks, all of your paranoia about this mysterious druid because in the end, it’ll be for naught. Your reign is at an end and the new champion is named…Doug Gavelon!

Conan: All of you can see Doug tomorrow night, Sunday the 18th compete for the RCW Natural Title at Hog Heaven 3: On the Border live on FOX16 and CW21 or go to RCW’s official website for more info. Doug Gavelon, everybody.

[The crowd cheers as Doug smiles and waves again. Then, the audience falls silent as the taping is over.]

Conan: Hey Doug, thanks a lot. Good luck tomorrow.

DG: Thanks, Conan. Later.

[Doug takes off the microphone, shakes all of the crewmembers’ hands and heads out the door. He proceeds to the parking lot and into his car. He makes his way back to the hotel and parks his car in the Holiday Inn parking lot. He walks into the hotel and proceeds to his suite. He knocks at the door and it soon opens to reveal Tiffany in a red, silk robe. Doug’s eyes just seem to get extremely wide.]

DG: Wow! Tiff, you look so good right now.

Tiffany: Thanks. So do you. And you know, Nate’s back in the gym so we’ve got the room all to ourselves for a few hours.

DG: Well, I can think of a few things we could do.

Tiffany: I’ve got just one in mind.

[Tiffany undoes the belt on her robe and reveals a two piece bright pink lingerie ensemble. She leaps into Doug’s arms as they longingly stare into each other’s eyes for a few moments before passionately kissing each other. Doug carries her into the room and closes the door behind him.]

[The Davids Brothers]

"Stockholm Syndrome"

Medic: Brock. Brock. I need you to open up your eyes Brock. Say something Brock.

Brock's eyes open slowly and he lets out an inexplainable noise. He rubs his eyes, as if he were awakening from a long sleep and he begins to recognize where he is.

Brock Davids: Why am I in the basement?

Medic: We found you down here, Brock. It looks like you had quite a night last night.

Brock Davids: Did you catch him?

Medic: Catch who?

Brock Davids: The man! The cloaked man! The man who did this to me!

Without answering the medic goes over to a couple other people and begins conversing with them. Despite the group being several feet away, Brock can hear every word they say.

Medic: He thinks someone attacked him.

Man: He probably is probably just delusional. His girl friend said he has been under a lot of stress lately and she said last night he had a break down. Said he was walking around the house looking for somebody.

Medic: Alright, I'm going to see if I can get his side of the story.

The medic walks back over to Brock and kneels back down.

Brock Davids: You think I'm lying don't you?

Medic: No, I'm just not sure if you are in a healthy state. What does this man you speak of look like?

Brock Davids: I don't know, he is always wearing a robe. The most I've ever seen of him is his chin.

Medic: I see. And what exactly do you think happened last night?

Brock Davids: I remember Ren and I pulled up in front of the house. Ren waited outside while I went in to get tickets.

Medic: Tickets to what?

Brock Davids: We were going to the Spurs/Hornets game. Anyway, I noticed that the door was left wide open and some of the lights were on, even though I hadn't been home for at least a week.

Medic: Does anybody else have access into your house?

Brock Davids: Nope, just me.

Medic: OK, please continue.

Brock Davids: Right, so like I said, I was going into the house and the next thing I noticed was the hallway. There were hammers in the wall, paint on the wall, my pottery was smashed all over the floor.

Medic: Did you clean the mess up?

Brock Davids: What? No, I had a feeling the intruder was still in my home so I left it.

Medic: Brock, there is no mess in the hallway. In fact, there are no signs of any kind of damage anywhere in the house.

Brock Davids: Not even the refrigerator? There were several sharp objects jammed into the door of the refrigerator.

Medic: Nope, everything seems to be in tip-top shape. Brock, did you take any kind of drugs or mind altering substances last night?

Brock kind of laughs to himself.

Brock Davids: I knew it. You don't believe me. You think I'm crazy, right? Well, I'm not. There was a man here last night whether you believe me or not and he hit me over the head with something. Just ask my girlfriend, she was here.

Medic: We talked to her earlier this morning. She said that after you took awhile getting the tickets, she went in after you. She said you were pacing around like a ravenous beast. She got worried and she left. You were the only one here Brock. Now, do you know how you hurt yourself?

Brock stands up and begins shaking his head in disbelief.

Brock Davids: I'm not going to put up with this.

Brock starts walking up the stairs and several of the medics try to stop him, but Brock won't have any of it.

Medic: Brock, you need medical attention! You might have a concussion!

Brock storms through his house, noticing that indeed, all the damage he had noticed last night is no longer there. As Brock continues, the medic he was speaking with earlier follows after him. Brock arrives at his car and steps inside. The medic runs up to the window, still trying to convince Brock to stay.

Medic: Brock please...

Brock turns to him with fire in his eyes. He raises one hand and on that one hand he raises one finger.

Brock Davids: F@ck you, you condescending piece of $hit.

And with that, Brock takes off. His destination? Who knows...

The scene changes to Brock pulling in front of an average sized home. He gets out, walks up the sidewalk, still obviously angry and pounds on the door. This, is the home of his girlfriend, Ren. He is about to pound on the door again, when he notices a note that is taped to the door. He takes the note of the door and begins to read the note out loud.

Brock Davids: Dear Brock, I hope you enjoyed the past 24 hours. As you can already see, I am far more powerful and wise than you seem to give me credit for. Just when it seemed that you were at the end of the road, the road got longer and now, I have another thing of value to you, your girlfriend. Brock, I hold all the cards, but I still wish to play. So, if you want Ren and your precious championship belt back, meet me in the arena before your match tonight. I'll find you. Signed, The Master of Ceremonies.

Brock punches the door in frustration after reading the note. Then, he rests his head on the door and begins to sulk. He now realizes that this man has full control over Brock and can indeed play him like the puppet he is. He wanted Brock to start becoming an emotional wreck and Brock is certainly walking down that path. The scene temporarily fades to black.

The scene comes back on with Brock Davids pacing around Tiger Stadium in his ring attire as it is just an hour or two before his big match with Doug Gavelon. He still has neither his girlfriend, nor his championship and he is starting to get impatient. While waiting for the robed man to show up, Brock needs to go to the bathroom. So, the Natural Champion runs over to the locker room and goes into the bathroom. Once he comes back out, the lights are mysteriously off. He carefully walks back over to the light switch and flicks it on. As he expected, sitting in front of him is the robed man. A smile of sweet revenge spreads across Brock's face.

Brock Davids: Nowhere to go now, you son of a b#tch!

Brock charges in and punches the robed figure, which causes it to make a popping noise. Following the popping noise, is the sound of air leaving a balloon. Brock removes the hood from the individual, revealing it to be a blow up doll. He tosses the blow up doll to the side, once again fooled by whoever this is messing with him. He notices a tape player sitting in the chair which the doll once sat. He presses play and begins to listen to that oh so familiar raspy voice of the Master of Ceremonies.

Master of Ceremonies: As you can see, Brock, once again I have outsmarted you. That happens a lot to you, doesn't it Brock?

He chuckles before continuing on.

Master of Ceremonies: Brock, I'm sure as you are listening to this tape right now you are huffing and puffing with anger and that is what I wanted. I want you to understand the way I feel. That is why I had your little girlfriend tell a lie to the medics when they got there. I wanted you to understand how it feels to be thought of as a maniac, Brock. It's enraging, isn't it?

Anyway, Brock. I just wanted to let you know that I can sometimes be a kind person. I have dropped your girlfriend off at her house unharmed. Yes, she is a bit shaken, but nothing a little toughening up won't fix. As for your championship, it is sitting right there in the locker for you.

Brock looks toward the locker and he opens it, as the combination seemed to already be entered. He sets the bag on the ground and unzips it. Indeed, the only object within the confines of the bag is the Natural Championship. Brock pulls it out and embraces it, almost as if it were a long last child.

Master of Ceremonies: Do not get used to this sort of treatment, Brock. Oh, and good luck out there tonight. You'll need it. And if it makes you feel any better, I will have a very...uh...close...eye on this one.

The Master of Ceremonies cackles before the tape abruptly ends. Brock sighs, seemingly releasing this whole saga of this mystery robed man off of his shoulders. The scene fades to black.

[glow=red,2,300]Now, he can finally focus on Doug Gavelon, but is it too late. Has the druidic person distracted Brock enough from his training to cost him the match, or will Brock overcome, despite problems in his personal life. The only way to find out is to tune into Fox 16 for Hog Heaven 3, when Brock puts his Natural Championship on the line against Doug Gavelon. [/glow]