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Jones wants a rematch

 

We’re in the backstage area, more specifically a side office of the Jamsil Indoor Arena that has been reserved as the office for the evening for our General Manager. Aaron Winter sits at his desk, perusing what appears to be some kind of documentation, although for what exactly I couldn’t really say. All is still for a moment, before Winter’s concentration is interrupted by a knocking at the office door.

 

AW: Enter.

 

The door creaks open slowly, finally revealing none other than the Sultan of Swagga, Lucian L. Jones.

 

YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!

 

Jones is just about walking (with the aid of a set of crutches), but the toll taken on him by his battle with Lord Bison is all too apparent. The King of Bling’s head is bandaged, his eye is swollen and bruised, and it’s more than clear that his t-shirt is covering some heavily bandaged ribs.

 

AW: Good lord Jones, sit down before you fall down!

 

The King of Bling gingerly makes his way to the leather office chair directly opposite Winter’s, achingly lowering himself into the seat before resting his crutches against the desk in front of him.

 

AW: So…what can I do for you Mr. Jones? In fact, what are you even doing here tonight? I gave you and Bison the night off.

 

Lucian’s glare at the mention of Bison’s name says everything you need to know.

 

LLJ: You know what I want.

 

Winter feigns naivety, leaning back in his plush office chair, steepling his fingers together.

 

AW: I know what you need, Mr. Jones. You need to go back to the hotel, take a good long shower and then get a good night’s sleep! You look like you haven’t slept in days!

 

Jones simply shrugs, although even that minor movement causes him to wince form a pang of pain shooting through his torso.

 

LLJ: I don’t care about what I need, You know what I want, so make it happen.

 

Winter sighs loudly, shaking his head at the impetuous Master of Metaphysics.

 

AW: Fine, you want Bison. But then what? Huh? Are you forgetting about what Bison did to you at the Pay-Per-View?

 

Jones laughs, but this isn’t the usual jovial laughter of the Duke of Jonestown, this is something more sarcastic, more subversive, more…sinister?

 

LLJ: Forget what Bison did to me? Bitch please! I’m currently dealing with the constant reminder of what he put me through!

 

Jones leans forward in his seat, his eyes narrowing and his voice lowering to a growl.

 

LLJ: But it seems you done forgot about what I did to Bison! I pushed that big bitch to his limits! Since he arrived here, nobody has been able to put a beating on that man like I did, and I ain’t about to stop now!

 

YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!

 

Jones leans back in his seat, once again wincing at the sharp pain jabbing him in the ribs.

 

LLJ: So are y’all gonna give me my match with Bison or not? I got unfinished business, and I’m itchin’ to get it done!

 

Winter waits, mulling this over in his head, which obviously isn’t a quick enough answer for the impatient King of Bling.

 

LLJ: Look man, if you don’t make this match, then I’m still gonna go get me some of Bison. I’ma walk outta here, find him wherever he is, and I’ma stick this here crutch up his a*s!

 

The rage in Jones is immense, even in this beaten and battered state, Jones looks ready to tear the head off anyone who crosses him. Winter takes all of this in, again making Jones wait as he weighs up his choices. Finally, Winter speaks.

 

AW: Firstly, “walk out of here”? You barely walked in! How do you think you’re gonna fair if you go hunting Bison now?

 

Again Jones shrugs, again the pain gets the better of him.

 

AW: This is exactly what I mean, you can’t even be flippant to me without grimacing like a toddler with a scraped knee! And for that very reason, my answer is no, Jones. I will not put you in a match with Bison while you’re in this condition.

 

Winter and Jones lock eyes for a second, neither man wanting to back down from the other. Finally after what seems like an age, Lucian grabs his crutches and slowly drags himself to his feet.

 

LLJ: A’ight, so we gonna have to do this the hard way.

 

Jones starts to shuffle towards the door, before turning back to Winter.

 

LLJ: So when things get out of control, don’t say I didn’t try to do this the proper way.

 

Jones exits the office, slamming the door hard (well as hard as he can muster right now) behind him. Winter continues to stare at the door, before shaking his head in disbelief.

 

AW: Fantastic, that’s all we need.

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Tyhe opening title sequence to another episode of XTV fade into the chaotic scenes inside the Jasmil Arena in downtown Seoul. The crowd are buzzing after the recent PPV and they dont even have to wait for the normal rundown from Jr and Heyman to start the show as Arron Winter steps out onto the stage, not bothering with his own entrance music. The crowd give him a generally negative reaction following on from his antics after the Television title match. The Estonian Nightmare doesn't seemed phased and saunters down to the ring at his own pace.

 

JR:time for the boss man to do some explaining, I'm all for strong leadership but what he did to Chaos Dragon turned my stomach.

 

PH: I'm saying nothing, sometimes those in charge make tough decisions for the best reasons.

 

Winter hops into the ring and brings the mic to his face allowing the crowd to settle down before speaking.

 

AW: I'm not a man to pay attention to the dirtsheets or what the slobbering window licking mess known as the IWC thinks about anything but I thought I might check out what people made of my decision at Midsummer Nights Destruction. Seems like some people think I screwed Chaos Dragon and Donald Erics over. If you think that then you understand nothing about this business. I've saved chaos Dragon's career, I've stopped him becoming a joke, a cliche, an internet meme about being the worst champion in TWOStars history. By placing the TV title in the hands of Hi'ilani Kai chaos Dragon can carry on acting the fool, sleeping with camels or whatever his gimmick is and be just fine. no harm done to either him or the title or this company.

 

The crowd get on winter's back, clearly making it known that Dragon's antics are appreciated by the masses.

 

AW: It also seems people think I might have been a hypocrite when I said Dragon was the lowest rung on the ladder whilst giving a new comer the title. I'm sorry the concept is hard for you to grasp people but really it's simple. Some people are born with a natural talent, a certain something that already puts them halfway up the ladder.... and some people aren't. Life is cruel sometimes but as long as you have a God willing to take an interest in the fall of every sparrow and that God knows that sometimes they have to ensure that the sparrow falls in the first then the circle of life continues. The important thing is that the decision I made was fair and that I would have made it on anyone I thought I had to.

 

AW: And how do you know that I'm fair? Well, look at our main event from the PPV; Frankie Thompson V Dan Fox. Did I do anything to interfere in that match? Did I do anything to favour Frankie Thompson because he's the guy that should be holding the belt? Nope. I knew Thompson could win without my help and if he didn't then he never deserved my help in the first place. See, it's not about good guys and bad guys, it's about making sure the best people are in the right places at the right time. So let me introduce to you to one of the best there's ever going to be.... Hi'ilani Kai!

 

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For the second time in a few days the staccato riff of MAGOA plays out and the form of Hi'ilani Kai strolls out onto the stage, TV Title slung over his shoulder casually. He walks, eyes staing straight ahead down to ringside. He hops up the ring steps and stand by Winters left hand side staring into the crowd in the vague direction of the hard cam.

 

AW: Feast your eyes people, this is what the future looks like. Not the wizened old team that Darkstar put together but what a real champion looks like. Someone the going forward is going to take the company to new heights and...

 

Suddenly Winter is cut off by...

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.. and out onto the stage hobbles Chaos Dragon, there are huge bandages all over his arms and legs and clearly he's barely recovered from the hellacious barbwire ladder match at MSND. the crowd cheer as Winter stares daggers through the young man, Hi'ilani barely turns to look at him, his facial features as yet unmoved. The Prodigy fades out as Dragon lifts the mic to his mask

 

CD: Man, do you not half go on Arron! I hope to God half these people don;t actually speak English because iof they've taken in half the b*llocks you've just spouted then we're all in trouble. Why don't we cut to the chase Winter, you're a soulless b*stard who wouldn't know a good time if 6 hookers and a greased up midget were delivered to you with a bowl of viagra and a darkened room. I get it, you don't understand what fun is but I tell you this, these people, who turn up and pay the money to watch us do our thing know it. That's why the man standing up here should be the one with that TV Title around his waist not Gormless the giant stood next to you. ain't that right folks?!?

 

the crowd erupt Winter starts to get wound up stomping about the ring, Kai is still unmoved by what's happened simply staring back at CD.

 

CD: Now I suspect your little puppet down their might just have some tiny, tiny testicles of his own but I know you clearly don't so why don;t you try and grow a set and let me have a match against your pet Chihuahua tonight for MY televison title!

 

For the first time Kai looks over to Winter as if to say he'd be happy to grant the request but Winter shakes his head and raises the mic to his lips again.

 

AW: I didn't realise you were quite that stupid, you think you can come out here and insult me and I'm going to get all hot and bothered and let you have a title shot after I;ve spent the last 10 minutes explaining why you should never have one? Come on boy, give me some credit. I'll tell you what though, you want to give Kai a go and see what it likes to take on a real wrestler instead of that brain-dead Donald Erics? You got it, in fact can be the first match of the night, no sense in making you wait.... only I think there's one thing you should know.

 

Dragon laughs theatrically.

 

CD: Oh really? What's that then?

 

Winter smiles evily and raises gently speaks the next line..

AW: If a devil is stood on your left side then often an angel is on your right.....

 

From out of nowhere Archangel burst from the entrance way and flattens Chaos Dragon with a thundering forearm to the back of his head and proceed to lay blow after blow onto his unsuspecting victim. The Disciple slams CD's head repeatedly off the metal ramp way before dragging him to his feet and wrapping a massive hand around his throat and planting his hard onto the unforgiving steel with a massive chokeslam.

 

Archangel stand over Dragon before looking up to the heavens as Winter laughs manically in the ring and Kai remains impassive at his side. The crowd boo as the TWOstars medical team rush onto the stage to try and help but Archangel keeps them at bay before kneeling down and whispering to the unconscious Dragon..

 

AA: For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins. Matthew 6: 14....

 

The medics finally push past and try to tend to Dragon as Archangel slowly makes his way down to the ring and stand to Winter's right side and the three men pose in the center of the ring as the crowd increase their displeasure at the unfolding events.

 

JR: Dear God, poor Chaos Dragon. What did he ever do to deserve that treatment? how is he supposed to compete against a beast like Kai after a beating like that?

 

PH: Jim, old buddy, I think right now we need to shut up and make sure whatever we do we don't get in that guys bad books.

 

JR: You might be right there Paul. Folks, we're going to head backstage but if we hear anything about Dragon's condition and his match we'll let you know....

 

The camera cuts from Winter to the still flat out Dragon who at least at this poi9nt is moving and groaning s the medics try and work out how to help someone wearing a massive predator mask and then cuts to....

The camera cuts to Dan Fox in the back, mulling over himself over his defeat to Frankie Thompson in the Midsummer Night’s Destruction main event. Josh Matthews gets the signal to get the go ahead as he is about to prepare a thoughtful Dan Fox

 

BOOOO! BOOOO! BOOOO!

 

JM-“Dan Fox you came ever so close to becoming TWO Stars heavyweight champion at Midsummer Night’s Destruction. First of all what are your thoughts going through your head tonight after the pay per view.”

 

Fox mulls over what he is about to say before looking straight on at Josh.

 

DF-“I’m pissed off Josh…I’m pissed off. Because ever since the main event I’ve been re-watching it over and over and over again to find out what I needed to know. But when I look at what I did, I accept to myself that I would have done it again if I had the chance. I’ve been searching and searching but it just dawns on me Josh because I’m pissed off…Because the only person I can blame…Is myself.”

 

OHHHHHHHHH

 

DF-“I can’t blame the system, the referee, the time keeper, Paul, anyone. The more I look at that match the more I’m annoyed that despite everything I gave..I failed. And for the first time since I signed the dotted line here for this company the only person that I can blame is myself.”

 

FRANKIE! FRANKIE! FRANKIE!

 

DF-“My little brother has grown up…And he beat me fair and square so fair game Frankie. But let me tell you something Josh and to everyone of TWO Stars because I hope you acknowledged what happened after one of the best technical matches that this company has ever seen. The crowd didn’t boo me, jeer me, hit me or mock me…They applauded me. They knew I was that damn good and they clapped their hands in appreciation. That reassured me that I, Dan Fox, am the best wrestler in this company. It may not be my time, but it will soon before you call me world champion.”

 

BOOOOOOOOO! BOOOOOOOOOO!

 

DF-“But I tell you who I am pissed off with…”

 

Josh looks surprised

 

DF-“I’m pissed off at a man called Randy Roko.”

 

JM-“Why’s that?”

 

DF-“Let me tell you something Josh. Randy comes back and everyone loves him. He wins at the pay per view, and then goes on about respect in the business? How he will always be a TWO Stars man through and through?”

 

Fox’s face turns crimson as he fails to control his emotions. He stares as the camera as he gets ready to explode.

 

DF-“THIS MAN F**KED OFF AND LET THIS COMPANY FOR DEAD!”

 

BOOOO! BOOOO!

 

DF-“THIS MAN CLAIMS THERE’S NO RESPECT? HE LEFT AT THE FIRST OPPORTUNITY TO DO HIS OWN THING! He has no respect for this company and for this business. Then all of a sudden after I’ve been busting my ass giving the best matches in the entire world he decides that he wants to come back? You ain’t fooling me Randy. You talk about how you cared about wrestling? YOU WERE A F*****G PIRATE!”

 

RANDY! RANDY! RANDY!

 

DF-“If you really cared Randy your priority wouldn’t be the gimmick to make you money but making the move that penetrates a part of the body to make you a winner. You are a has been who is trying to leech off us all just to add to your pension…Well I ain’t letting that happen. And that’s what is pissing me off Josh, Old timers who come back for the money when the company looks good. I’ve fought out the bad times and didn’t quit and when I fight good they want to take my spot light away?”

 

BOOOO! BOOOOO!

 

DF-“Just retire Randy. Sickness tried and failed. Arron Winter tried and failed. You will join that list. Why don’t you pensioners go ahead and be coaches or commentators and leave the younger blooded and more passionate wrestlers to do the job.”

 

Josh is stunned by Dan’s words

 

JM-“Harsh words for Randy right there.”

 

DF-“The guy needs a harsh beating. Matt obviously isn’t the man that gives them out properly…”

 

JM-“Do you any more about tonight that you want to discuss?”

 

DF-“Frankie just don’t get complacent…Just fight me. But the result will change… You’ll be Elton John while I’ll be Jack the Ripper.”

 

Fox walks out as Josh is still remaining stunned about Fox’s sensational outburst.

 

JM-“Back to you guys then…”

 

The camera cuts to the crowd briefly with chants of “Randy! Randy!” while the commentating team eventually get the camera’s focused on them.

Randy speech *pre Fox interview*

 

We fade back into the arena to a shot of the stage and are treated almost immediately to the lights dimming and Hollywood Undead - Tendencies kicks in, causing raucous amounts of cheers from the crowd who all get up to their feet as the lights begin to flicker in time to the music.

 

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YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

 

Smoke pours out onto the stage as the fans wait in anticipation, and it is not long before Randy Roko appears through the smoke, doing his trademark Rolling Rok much to the delight of the fans. He stands at the top of the stage and takes in the cheers even as a small 'you got screwed' chant starts up off to the right.

 

JR: And there he is folks, last night he overcame two formidable opponents in Matt Denton and Archangel to win what he believed to be the Z.E.N Championship, only for Matt Denton to reveal that he had won nothing more than a cheap replica belt!

 

Heyman: Denton is smarter than both Archangel and Randy put together JR, he had all his bases covered weeks before he even set foot into the ring, did you honestly not expect him to have a back up plan?

 

Randy begins walking down the ramp, pointing out to the crowd and slapping fans hands as he passes them. He reaches the bottom of the ramp and climbs up the steps, walks along the apron and wipes his feet before 'Searching the Seas' and climbing into the ring. He asks for a microphone as the music cuts off and the audience quietens down to hear what he has to say.

 

Heyman: Someone wake me in an hour.

 

JR: Oh stop it Paul...

 

Randy takes a microphone from a stage hand and then walks over to one of the turnbuckles and hops on-top, sitting down facing the audience as he begins to talk.

 

Randy: So...I got some stuff on my mind and I got some time to kill. There's a couple of things that have been pissing me of as of late and what a better way to start than by talking about just what happened last night at Midsummers Nights Destruction.

 

YOU GOT SCREWED!

YOU GOT SCREWED!

YOU GOT SCREWED!

 

Randy smiles a small smile before chuckling.

 

Randy: Yeah, I got screwed. I'll say it here cause I'm not afraid to admit it; Matt Denton outsmarted me last night. Although, when you think about it, it kind of proves what I was saying earlier on in the night. Y'see, Denton knew he couldn't win last night. He knew he would be walking out a loser and a chump, so he took measures in place to make sure he had the last laugh. It's what Denton does, he gets beat in this ring...and then runs his mouth or says some cocky insults to make it seem like he is the one who truly one. However, last night I did get some measure of revenge for what he did to the Television title. I beat him, clean, in the ring. I showed him up, and that is good enough for me. For all his talk, he was all bark and no bite. The one thing that Denton lacks in is respect for other people...which brings me to my next topic.

 

Randy shifts on the turnbuckle as he ponders how best to put his next words.

 

Randy: Respect in this company. I remember when I first started here in TWOStars. You had to work your way up from the very bottom, and I darn well did that. I did my time as a comedy character. I did my time being other people's punchbag. I did my time watching Angus go on to be the more successful of our team while I sat back in the mid-card. I was the Christian, I was the Matt Hardy, but I was not content to let it stay that way. I worked, I worked my ass off to bring quality matches to the company. Matches like Jason Bell and I at WrestleNova, matches like The Maxx and I at Season's Beatings, matches like Chris Eagles and I at WrestleNova...Every-time I got my opportunity to prove that I could be more than a Christian or Matt Hardy, I damn well took it. And when I damn well took those opportunities, I damn well took the respect that came with them.

 

Randy takes a little breath in the ring as a cheer goes up from the crowd, encouraging him.

 

Randy: I remember sitting in the locker room after I took it to The Maxx at Season's Beatings and Evil Gringo came up to me (cheer from the crowd, they miss Gringo) and told me that watching me put my body on the line in that barbed wire steel cage match had earned his respect. I remember Boyo coming up to me after me and Angus wrestled him and Ken telling me that he really enjoyed that match, and I had earned his respect. I remember every single time someone told me that I earned their respect.

 

Now, Randy sits back and sighs.

 

Randy: And now here we are, in 2013. Five or so years later and the definition of respect around here has changed. It is no longer earned by working your way up the ladder, it is whoever is the biggest, meanest, toughest son of a bitch around, or whoever has the most back-up, or whoever has the most money...well I'm not the biggest, I'm not the meanest, I'm not the richest, and I have zero back-up behind me and I got to where I am through hard work and paying my dues in this company. To then watch people waltz into this company and get handed a spot is a damn right insult to everyone else who has paid their dues. To watch people like Rebellium come in and try to change TWOStars is a damn right insult to everyone who has ever put their bodies on the line in the name of TWOStars.

 

The crowd applaud in agreement.

 

Randy: But I will always be a TWOStars man through-and-through. I will always be a firm believer in working your way up the ladder, sometimes you just have to pay your dues. And nothing will ever change th-

 

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The lights go out and sparks engulf the stage until the first verse kicks in and Fox emerges to boos and jeers from the crowd. There is many scattered 'you got pinned' chants from the crowd but Fox brushes them off and focuses solely on Randy Roko who doesn't look too impressed at the interruption. Fox walks down the ring dressed in his ring gear. He asks for a microphone before climbing up the steps and into the ring as Randy hops down from the turnbuckle and stands at one side of the ring.

 

Fox: Randy, Randy, Randy...

 

Fox's music cuts out and Randy continues to glare at Fox as if to say 'well?'

 

Fox: You know Randy I was sitting there backstage going over footage from last night when I heard you rambling on and on out here in the ring and you know I thought to myself, ''why in the world does anyone even bother listening to this guy?'' So I decided to listen to your ramblings, for once, and found you sitting out here talking about...respect?

 

Randy doesn't budge, but all his attention is on Fox.

 

Fox: You, of all people, want to talk about respect? Well that doesn't sit well with me Randy because your entire career is nothing more than a complete and utter joke.

 

Fox delivers those words with complete venom as the audience jeer at a massive volume. Randy remains impassive.

 

Fox: You compared yourself to wrestlers such as Christian and Matt Hardy, yet neither one of them ever had to downgrade themselves into a kids cartoon character in order to get people to like them. The truth is Randy you aren't a very likable guy, you are...

 

Fox does a 'thinking' face.

 

Fox: ...mediocre, at best, in the ring. You think just because you can come out here and ramble on that that will get people to like you and that means you've somehow earned your place, but let me tell you Randy you will never have my respect. Do you want to know why? Because I am a wrestler. I am a technical marvel whenever I step into this ring and I love what I do and I damn well do it well! Whereas...you? You are nothing more than a sellout. The only reason anyone in this arena even knows who you are is because of your former tag team partner Angus McDonald and the fact that you used to dress up as a pirate and tirade around here like some kind of stupid Jack Sparrow wannabe!

 

Randy chuckles over at his side on the ring.

 

Fox: You are everything that is wrong with the wrestling industry today, Randy. You are everything I despise. You may have realized that you were a joke and tried to get rid of your idiotic pirate gimmick and try to be mister serious, but the truth is that that pirate will haunt you throughout your entire career and beyond and will forever mark you as a JOKE to all us real wrestlers.

 

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Randy laughs and Fox can clearly be seen asking what's so funny.

 

Randy: Fox I expected more of you. Do you know how many people have come out here to this ring and said everything you just said right there? Do you know how many times I've been underestimated, undervalued, overlooked, because of that? And how many times I have used that same underestimation to my advantage, and destroyed my opposition? I've lost count Dan, and you aren't anything different than all the rest, coming out here badmouthing m-

 

Fox: Oh but that's where you're wrong Randy, you see I am different from all the rest. In your entire career, you have never wrestled anyone that is as good in this ring...as ME.

 

Randy chuckles and looks off to side briefly.

 

Randy: Let's see...Evil Gringo, Boyo, DC, Sickness, Apollo Chambers, Deadman, CVD, Angus McDonald...just to name a fe-

 

Fox: Wrong. All of them are has-beens Randy. All of them are stars from YOUR time. This...this is my time. Where the star is me and the greatest wrestler in the company, is me!

 

Randy: Which is why you lost and I won last night, right?

 

The crowd ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh as Fox looks like he just might hit Randy from sheer rage but instead calms down and laughs in his face.

 

Fox: I don't even know what I'm doing out here, wasting my time with an old-timer like you...

 

Randy: I'm in my twenties, Dan. And it was only a year or two ago that I was at the top of this company. I've not been here since the start, I wouldn't class myself as a legend, I wouldn't put myself into the Hall of Fame if given the opportunity, I'm no old-timer Dan and maybe it is time you started to realize that just because they were here before you got here? Doesn't make them old and past it.

 

Fox shakes his head.

 

Fox: More insane ramblings. Has your old age got to you Randy? No matter. I'm done here. I'm done wasting my breath, I'm done wasting my time. I have a rematch tonight and that is by far, more important than you ever will be Randy Roko. The harsh truth is...You aren't worth anything. You should do us all a favour and let someone like Simon put you out of your misery and retire you like he retired Kyle Gilmour because you will never, ever reach my heights...again.

 

Fox drops the microphone to the ground and the two have a tense stare off before Fox turns and leaves as his music kicks back in as Randy watches on.

 

JR: Such heated words there between Dan Fox and Randy Roko!

 

Heyman: And every single one of them was true! Well, the ones Fox said anyway...

 

JR: Will you stop!? Randy has long since earned the respect of everyone in the back and he's sure as hell earned mine, Fox is just being disrespectful!

 

Heyman: No JR, Fox is being truthful. It is not his fault no one can handle the truth that Randy Roko is and will always be...a has-been.

 

We focus on Fox who has paused up at the top of the ramp smirking down at Roko and then go to Roko who is matching the glare as we fade out.

Edited September 4, 201311 yr by Ruderz

Backstage cameras show nothing but Chaos as Chaos Dragon rams through backstage with his mini motor cycle, destroying everything in his way. He should be celebrating but instead of being his finest hour he’s enduring the most embarrassing moment of his career. He destroys tables once he gets off it. Throws food everywhere, he has lost the plot.

 

“Dragon stop this!”

 

CD-“GET AWAY FROM ME PAEDO!”

 

“Look stop!”

 

CD-“WHERE IS ARRON WINTER!”

 

“I don’t know!”

 

Dragon throws him to the ground as he storms around, demanding the whereabouts of Arron Winter. He’s pointed to his office to which he takes something out of his mini motor. He tries to unlock the door, but it’s locked. The chaotic one then grabs an Axe from the fire escape hatch and starts to hatch down Winter’s door!

 

“BRINGING ME DOWN? ILL BURN YOUR F*****G ASS!!”

 

He starts to splint holes through the door to which he starts to poor what was in the container on his mini motor….Gasoline. He pours is through the door and looks set to set the general managers room on fire

 

…

 

…

 

Until Donald Erics intervenes and tries to stop him!

 

Dragon pushes him off but Eric’s wrestles him down to stop him from doing something that he will regret! He takes the match and throws it away!

 

DE-“Dragon no!”

 

CD-“Let me do this!”

 

DE-“This isn’t the way!”

 

CD-“Not the way? NOT THE WAY?! HE RUINED ME!”

 

DE-“I know, but this will give him more fuel to label you. Please Chaos.”

 

CD-“I DON’T CARE WHAT HE THINKS!”

 

DE-“Well you should!”

 

Dragon starts to shake but doesn’t try to wrangle out of trying to do anything chaotic.

 

DE-“He made fun of me and wrote me off. I’m angry too! But this isn’t the way forward. I will prove him and the others wrong by showing the world how I am person that can’t be dealt with in the ring. And you should do the same.”

 

Dragon starts to gradually fall down to his knees, leaning against the wall.

 

CD-“When I grabbed that belt….That was the greatest moment of my life…I was a loser to everyone and I proved them all wrong by winning this belt. It isn’t just a mid-card belt, that was a title that made me know that I was a winner…And he took it away from me like it was nothing…I didn’t even do anything wrong! For once Donald…What have I done to deserve this?!”

 

Dragon can be visibly heard sniffing as he puts his hands over his face and cradles back and forth. This is the first time the chaotic one has been broken down. Eric’s grips his fists before giving him a hug. He sees Josh Matthews in the background, who seems reluctant to go over and talk to the pair. But Donald saves him the time by storming over to Josh.

 

DE-“Can I borrow that mic please?”

 

Josh immediately gives him the microphone.

 

DE-“My father told me sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me. And Mr Winter I stand by it, but what you did to my best friend, that…has…pissed…me…off!”

 

OOOOOOOHHHH!

 

DE-“You think we’re weak? You think we can’t beat your guys? I thought you looked out for us all but clearly I am wrong. But I think I speak for the whole universe where I want to say we would love to bring the fight to you!”

 

WOOOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO!

 

DE-“Dragon can speak for himself, but let me be the first to make a challenge for next XTV show. I’ll take on either The angel, or Kai…..Make your choice Winter.”

 

ERICS! ERICS! ERICS!

 

Donald has a determined look on his face until Simon Davidson surprisingly appears on screen, looking down at Dragon who is still mixed with his emotions while looking across Erics. He looks up and down as he has a smirk on his face.

 

SD-“It disnay surprise me that you two are deemed surplus to this place. Your just fodder for the big dogs.”

 

Simon laughs as he walks away, while Donald breathes heavy as the camera cuts away.

CD-“Fodder? Fodder?”

 

Dragon wipes his eyes as he gets back up on his feet.

 

CD-“I’ll show that Scottish Hermaphrodite fodder!”

 

Dragon picks the light up again and lits Winter’s door on fire! The flames quickly expand to the whole of the door as the smoke alarms go off loud. Backstage staff grab fire extinguishes as they immediately go to foam out the fire.

 

CD-“I’m going to show them a side of me that these f****rs have never seen before. You think my s**t is controversial? You ain’t seen nothing yet! Kai….Angel….Winter’s F**gots…You just started a war that you won’t win. Arron Winter may have the power…But we have the taste of chaos!”

 

DE-“Ahmen brother!”

 

CD-“So…A little birdie told me that we’re going to be in North Korea next show.”

 

JM-“Wait what?”

 

CD-“Chaos has his men…So why don’t we do this….Winter’s F**gots…against team Wrestling Chaos!”

 

WOOOOO! WOOOOOOOO!

 

DE-“And why don’t we do this how the north of the border does it…..Outside the Korean cold winter air, around chicken wire…NORTH KOREAN PRISON YARD MATCH!”

 

WOOOO! WOOOO!!!

 

DE-“And if we win….Dragon gets Kai at End of Days!”

 

WOOO WRESTLING CHAOS! (CLAPPING!)

 

CD-“Cheers bro, it’ll shut that little Hermaphrodite Davidson up! So come on f*ggots, we’re waiting on you.”

 

Erics nods as the pair high five each other.

 

CD-“And once we’re done with them….I’m going straight for the head…Arron Winter…WE’RE COMING FOR YOU N*GGER!”

 

The pair hug each other, forgiving any harm they did to each other from the best of five series. They walk off as they prepare for a war against the general manager and his henchmen.

Edited September 5, 201311 yr by The Fury

Donald Erics is seen working out in the gymnasium of the arena, he lifts weights that many would assume would be a little much for a man his size

 

??: Excuse me, Donald?

 

Donald stops his lift and places the weights onto the stand and turns to see the Simon Davidson standing within feet of him

 

SD: Sorry to disturb your workout Donald, I just felt compelled to come here and apologise about my actions earlier.

 

Erics' face turns from one of intensity to a look that emanates caution he stands and dries his brow with a towel hanging beside the weight stand, Simon suddenly moves over to the water dispenser and fills a cup and hands it to Erics

 

SD: Here drink this you don't want to get dehydrated doing all these work outs do you? Ha ha

 

Erics slowly takes the cup and half smiles still puzzled by Simons kindness and takes a sip from the cup.

 

DE: So you're telling me you've took the time to come from your changing room on the other side of the arena to APOLOGISE?

 

Simon flinches slightly and steps back

 

SD:.........Yes

 

Erics face becomes it's usual mask of joy upon hearing Simon's admission of courtesy

 

DE: Well that's just fantastic!! Thank you so much Mr Davidson! I appreciate your concern, I was a little taken aback when you had said what you said but this makes it all better!

 

Erics offers his hand out for Davidson to shake, who eagerly accepts

 

SD: Call me Simon! I'm glad you understand it was just a completely unwarranted and undeserved out burst, I was hoping some people would see that I was joking but alas jokes are not my strong point.

 

Erics beams at Simon and appears excited at the prospect of having a new friend

 

DE: Oh I know a joke or two if you'd like to hear one?

 

Simon looks puzzled at Erics who for some reason sees this as an opening to tell his joke

 

DE: Well, there's this Hyena and this Monkey, and they are at a watering hole together aha and all of a sudden the Hyena aha.. the hyena turns to the Monkey and he says, “I'm not coming to this watering hole any more!” So the monkey right, the monkey says haha, the monkey says 2Why not” and the Hyena says “ Because everytime I go home from here a Lion beats me up!” so the monkey says “ Well tonight I'll walk you home, OK?” aha so the Hyena says yes

 

Simons eyebrows are slowly raising at Erics' telling of the joke

 

DE: So the monkey and the Hyena leave right, they walk to where the Hyena lives and out jumps the lion and it grabs the Hyena and starts beating him up right? Aha so the Monkey climbs up the tree, after a few minutes the lion leaves and the Hyena says, “Why didn't you help me?” and the Monkey says

 

Erics begins to laugh hysterically and becomes red in the face placing his arm on Simons shoulder who looks horrified at the event taking place

 

DE hahaha, and he says....aha.... he says “YOU WERE LAUGHING THE WHOLE TIME I THOUGHT YOU WERE WINNING!!” HAHAHAAHAHA!!!

 

SD: Aha..Ha..

 

DE: Aaaah, that one always cracks me up, why aren't you laughing? Don't you get it? Hyenas sound like they're laughing don't they ahah

 

Simon awkwardly forces out a laugh

 

DE: Boy oh boy that's a good one, you can use that one if ya like!

 

Erics wipes away a tear and looks back to Simon

 

SD: I'll be sure too, now Donald could I trouble you for a favour?

 

DE: Sure thing, what do ya need?

 

SD: Do you have like 350'000 won? I left my money on the plane

 

Erics pulls out his credit card and hands it to Simon, who looks as if he's been handed a pot of gold

 

DE: The codes 3456, be sure to keep an eye on it buddy!

 

Simon deviously smiles at Erics and nods, then pauses and looks up at Erics

 

SD: Would you care to join me Don? I'm going for lunch, you don't have a match tonight do you?

 

Erics appears touched by the gesture and enthusiastically nods

 

DE: I sure would, let's head out?

 

SD: Okay I just need to take this private call and we'll go, do you need to change?

 

Erics nods and goes to change as Simon goes to make a call

 

we cut to

JR: Well ladies and gents we have had one hell of a show so far and It's only going to get better!

 

PH: Dan Fox is here tonight and he looks pissed we should see fireworks!

 

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YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

 

JR: Look whose here Paul. It's Lucian L Jones I'm guessing he has something to say

 

Jones slowly makes his way down the ramp with the support of his crutches with a mic in hand and a look of fury on his face

 

PH: Talking is about all this man can do JR, let's see if he has anything to add to what was said with Mr Winter earlier.

 

Jones is inside the ring and lifts the mic to his lips wincing in pain at the effort it takes

 

LLJ: Right, as I'm sure all y'all heard and saw earlier on, I'm in a little bit a pain here BUT what I also know y'all heard is that I ain't done with that big ole bitch Bison!

 

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

 

LLJ: Now I know what Aaron Winter said and I understand his point of view but it ain't worth a damn what he thinks cuz I'm here to fight, I'll fight until there isn't any of me left to fight! Which sure as hell ain't gonna happen any time soon!

 

WOOO!! LU-CI-AN!! LU-CI-AN! LU-CI-AN!

 

PH: Are we sure this is a good idea?

 

LLJ: NOW BISON BIG YO BIG OLE UGLY ASS OUT HERE SO I CAN USE THIS CRUTCH TO TURN YOU INTO A LOLLIPOP!!

 

Lucian is still clearly in extreme pain as he stares up at the ramp

 

JR: Please Lucian don't be foolish, if that monster comes out it could be catastrophic!

 

LU-CI-AN!! LU-CI-AN!! LU-CI-AN!! LU-CI-AN!!

 

A loud crackling sound can be heard and the tron screen becomes static, Lucian raises one crutch awkwardly and eyes the stage, the lights cut out as we see a dark dimly lit room, there is a body laid face down in shot with a pool of blood round the head.

 

LB: Is this what you yurn for? Is this the future you so desperately want Lucian? An end. Because that is all that awaits you now you have stepped into my path.

 

Bison walks into shot and lifts and drags the limp body close to the camera showing the bloodied and bruised face of Kyle Gilmore, a collective gasp is heard from the crowd!

 

Lucian looks enraged and horrified at the sight of his best friend

 

LLJ: Get your ass out here and fight me Bison!

 

LB: Listen to yourself, you can barely breathe, you couldn't stop me when you had your health, what makes you believe you can now? NO. I will not stain my hands with your blood tonight. I am however going to show you something that may make you think before you speak

 

The screen blurrs and static is heard again after a couple of seconds we see a security camera video of Kyle Gilmore sneaking into the arena, looking somewhat worse for where but with a focused look about him he makes it to a doorway and slowly backs into it but suddenly his body flies out of the door way into the wall opposite, soon after Bison follows

 

LB: This Lucian is because of your actions, because of you and your demeanour!

 

The video now shows Bison repeatedly ramming Gilmores face into the wall then slowly taking lifting him above his head and delivering a scolds bridle then Bison slowly looks into the camera and drags Gilmore away by the leg

 

LB: Now Lucian you help yourself and your friend and leave the ring or.... well I expect you know the alternative.

 

The tron again blurrs and the static is heard as the video streams Bison still holding Gilmores lifeless body

 

JR: Oh my God what has that animal done? Poor Kyle Gilmore, what's Lucian gonna do?

 

PH: If he's smart and not selfish, he will get out of that ring

 

LB: Well.....??

 

LLJ: You're gonna pay for this Bison!

 

He begins to hobble towards the ring steps and leave but not before turning to the crowd

 

LLJ: I'm sorry guys but that's my best friend right there

 

the crowd lightly clap as Lucian slowly walks up the ramp, as he gets half way

 

PH: That's the smartest thing I've ever seen Lucian do!

 

JR: Well that's a mark of true friendship right there Paul

 

Bison steps over Gilmores body Gilmores legs strewn in front of Bisons own

 

LB: An admirable act Lucian, I applaud it, so now, you are not to blame for what happens next

 

Bison quickly grabs Gilmores leg and viscously applies The Breaking Wheel submission to Gilmore the pain casing him to regain consciousness

 

JR: LET HIM GO YOU ANIMAL! LUCIAN DID AS YOU ASKED!

 

AAARRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!

 

The crowd share a scream of horror at the sight of Bison tearing at Gilmores leg!

 

Lucian stops in his tracks and stares up in horror at the screen, Gilmores screams are heard throughout the arena!

 

LLJ: LET HIM GO YOU BASTARD!! LET HIM GO!!!

 

Jones in a fit of rage throws a crutch at the tron screem

 

LB: What? Lucian don't fret this is his own doing, he entered where he does not belong so I delivered my justice!

 

Bison drops Gilmore and stands and walks to the screen

 

LB: But you Lucian you will endure punishment which is much more severe. I will break your soul then Your body will follow, good evening Mr Jones!

 

The Tron cuts out as the lights return Jones is seething yet horrified at the plight of his friend, he makes his way to the back as quickly as he can muster

 

we cut to

We cut backstage to find Randy "The Shark" Roko taping his fists up before wanting to head out for his match against Archangel. Before the Nautical Warrior can really make a move two figures loom into view. The first, beaming a megawatt smile is Arron Winter and next to him is the imposing bulk of Hi'ilani Kai still holding his TV title over his shoulder. Winter slaps a hand down on Randy's shoulder.

 

AW: Randy! So good to see you, I don't really think we've had the chance of a good catch up since you came back.

 

Randy raises an eyebrow.

 

RR: You think?

 

Winter puts on an exaggerated upset face, pouting his lip and looking dejected.

 

AW: Awww, come on now Randy. We've always got on haven't we? One of my favourite TV champs of all time.

 

Roko snorts and finishes taping up his hands.

 

RR: If you say so, now do you mind? I've got a match to go win.

 

The Shark tries to step forward but the Co-GM puts a hand on his chest and then slides around so his arm is around Randy's shoulders.

 

AW: Ah yes, your match. Well, thing is Randy you're going to be going up against Archangel and as you've seen he's my angel right now. I could be here threatening you or getting my good friend Hi'ilani to out a hurting on you...

 

At this point Kai drops the title from his shoulder and stares down Randy from by Winter's side, Randy bristles but Winter is careful to keep himself between the two men.

 

AW:....But I'm not going to do that Randy. You two put on a good show at the PPV and I think maybe this match will let you to work out some of that anger that bag of douche Matt Denton has caused. What I'm really saying Randy is that tonight go out and put on a show, make the crowd pop for you and then when you head backstage and you feel the sweat cooling on your body and there's no one around to congratulate you or pat you on the back remember what a good thing being my friend could be.

 

Winter slaps his hand off Randy's back again and treats him to another smile before hustling Kai away and off down the corridor leaving Randy to shake his head and prepare for his match as we cut to....

We return to the gym where Donald Erics is pacing up and down, he appears concerned, maybe at the lack of Simon's return?

 

DE: Come on come on, don't be that guy

 

We hear the door close behind Don and he turns to address them

 

DE: Oh I didn't think.... What are yo....

 

The lights go off and various unpleasant groans and screams can be heard then finally

 

…..........CLANGG!!!

 

 

 

 

THUDDD!!...............

 

 

 

 

??:Shhhhhhh

 

The lights from the door shows the assailant has gone, Erics is slumped against the weight bench with a bloodied forehead and a weight left next to him

 

???: 난 그냥 체육관을 청소하는거야 ..... 젠장, 젠장!...

 

The person appears to be a member of the arena staff, he moves to the unconscious Erics

 

Mistah Erlic, Mistah Erlic!! 도와주세요!!! HELP!!

 

The Korean staffer runs to the door way and hollers for help again and a couple more people run down, one of them is Simon Davidson who looks a tad dishevelled, he has his hair messy and lipstick stains on his collar

 

SD: What the bloody hell is all the commotion about?

 

Davidson makes his way through the staff and sees the unconscious Erics,

 

SD: Oh dear, Oh dear, what the bloody hell happened here? ENGLISH, any of you speak english?

 

A staff member turns and after getting a brief informing of the events by the staffer that found Erics he turns to tell Simon

 

KS2: he said he came to clean gym and find mistah Eric like this no see who did it!

 

Simon looks a little concerned as he kneels over Erics but is moved as the medical staff arrive and usher him away as they look over poor Donald Erics

With a loud bang and massive flash, the South Korean arena is illuminated by extravagent pyrotechnics from all angles. A second bang follows, this time musical, as Wild and Young by American Bang begins to scream through the PA, lifting fans in every far corner to their feet, as they scream and cheer the arrival of the TWOSTARS World Champion, Frankie Thompson!

 

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

 

As he walks out onto the stage, Frankie is bearing the unmistakable battle signs of his war with Dan Fox from the previous evening. There is little in the way of his usual bouncing enthusiasm, and there is a definite limp in his walk. His face however, is its customeray self, set with a wide grin, delighted with retaining the title at Midsummer Nights Destruction. The title belt itself sits gleaming on his left shoulder. Standing in the middle of the stage, he takes the title in both hands and raises it above his head, nodding and grin widenining as he does so. The crowd cheers on.

 

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

 

Lowering the title, he points at himself and mouths "My title! My title!", before still smiling and heading down the ramps and towards the ring. One fan in the front row shouts "We love you Frankie!", and gets a high five for his efforts, before Frankie gingerly climbs the steel steps and enters the ring. Taking a mic and turning to face the hard camera, the music cuts, leaving the arena filled only with the sound of the passionate and adoring fans, who scream and chant from every orifice!

 

FRANKIE! FRANKIE! FRANKIE!

 

His smiles broadens, as the Leith man raises to the mic to his mouth to address his people.

 

Frankie: You guys, never, eveeeeeer fail to amaze me. No matter where we go, no matter the country, the race or the religion! The one thing that is always constant, is the sheer passion and electrictity of the TWOSTARS fans! And South Korea is no different tonight!! Amazing! And as you might see, I stand before you, here in this wonderful country for the first time in my life, STILL the TWOSTARS WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!

 

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! FRANKIE!! FRANKIE!!

 

Frankie: That's right! Last night, at Midsummer Nights Destruction, I went one on one with traitor Dan Fox and came out victorious! That double crossing son of a bitch fights one hell of a fight, as I knew he would, and I've got the cuts and bruises to prove it! My ribs are like putty and my leg feels like it's been run over by a Scotrail train! But when it was all said and done, the man standing in the ring, holding this magnificant title in the air, the better man, the better wrestler, was me!!

 

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!

 

Frankie: Last night, I proved to every single person in the world, that Frankie Thompson is no fluke. Frankie Thompson is no one hit wonder. Frankie Thompson is the TWOSTARS World Champion, and deservedly so! I proved that I can beat the best, because as much as I hate him, that's what Dan Fox is, he's one of the best! And last night I proved that I can beat Dan Fox 1... 2... 3! BAM! In the middle of the ring!!

 

But... let me tell you this! That wasn't just a victory for me, last night was a victory for every single one of you people, who don't deserve a low life like Dan Fox as World Champion! Last night was a victory for every fan of this company, who have had to watch Dan Fox, Paul Gray and his band of merry men tear this great place in half over the last six months! It was a victory for every TWOSTARS wrestler who has been screwed over, spat on or beaten by the bullying coward Dan Fox!!

 

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

 

Frankie: Last night, I proved Fox, that good trumps evil! And if you want another go tonight?! Bring it on mate! Bring. It. On! I might be only be half fit, but I never walk away from a fight, and especially not with you!!

 

WHERE'S YOUR CROWN KING NOTHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING?

 

The familiar instrumental of "King Nothing" interrupts the reigning World Heavyweight Champion. Thompson. From behind the curtains strides out the Rich Reprobate, Matthew Kennedy Denton. His audible cackling overpowering his own entrance theme as he stops on the stage, doubling over. He's clad in an all black suit (sans tie as per usual) with his Z.E.N Television Championship on his shoulder.

 

Matt Denton: Good one!

 

Matt continues howling like a maniac down the microphone, as if he were in the presence of a comedy great like Carlin, Hicks, Hedberg. The champion smirks at Denton as if to say "that the best you have"?

 

Matt Denton: So.. Sorry. That was just hilarious, kid! Good triumphing over evil? Holy shit! What world do you think we're living in? The world of sunshine, rainbows and unicorns that shit Skittles? Reality check, Frankie-boy! This world is not ruled by the good, this world is run by people like me!

 

Frankie: So that's, er, why Randy Roko beat you as clean as clean can be last night?

 

Denton cocks his head with that devious smirk shining through like it has so often before.

 

Matt Denton: I understand, Frankie. You're the World Champion! You have better things to do than to actually pay attention. I get that, I really do. Did you actually see what went down or did you turn away as soon as you heard the final bell toll?

 

Denton takes the title from his shoulder and holds it out in front of him.

 

Matt Denton: This, sir, is the Zenith Entertainment Network World Television Championship-

 

"OF THE UNIVERSE!!"

 

Matt Denton: -a belt that Randy Roko does not and will not ever have! I know he had such a boner for wanting to blow it up just like I did that retched TWOStars Television Championship, but that shit he has now is like a bike lock! By pinning me, he locked himself into an iron clad contract which earns me roughly $600,000 a show!

 

Matt Denton: People like me manipulate and use people like you! So continue with your glad handing, to these ignorant f*ckwits in the crowd. Tonight, I'm staking my claim to that 15 pounds of gold on your shoulder!

 

Frankie: That's all very well and good, but here's the thing Matt-

 

Matt Denton: Mister Denton to you, you jackass!

 

It's Frankie's turn to grin this time, as he realises that this guy apparently IS 'for real'.

 

Frankie: Haha, ok, ok... I'll play the game, why the hell not. Mr. Denton, I would love to face you! I would love the opportunity to shove that false smile done your throat and give these people the pleasure of seeing you whipped from pillar to post! If I have to put my championship on the line to do it, well, then that shouldn't be an issue. I don't know if you were watching last night, but I defeated Dan Fox one on one! The man who put Arron Winter on the sidelines, the man who has effectively ended the career of a TWOSTARS legend in Sickness! I beat him! What makes you think I won't kick mouthy your ass as well?

 

Matt Denton: Whipped from pillar to post, eh? Ha! I withstood a violent assault from your buddy and mine, Lord Bison just for the priveledge of destroying the TWOStars Television Championship! But, Frankie... That being said, I have to give you credit where it is due. You're tenacious, but that is where the praise stops! Tenacity is all well and good, but tenacity doesn't triumph evil! NOTHING. TRIUMPHS. EVIL. If you thought Dan Fox was bad... You're about to meet the devil incarnate!

 

With a parting perma-smirk, Denton drops his microphone and raises the real ZEN World Television Championship high above his head to jeering. Frankie shakes his head with a laugh and raises the TWOStars World Heavyweight Championship to a great ovation.

Edited September 13, 201311 yr by Magic

We cut backstage to Arron Winter, loungning in an office chair behind a desk and talking on a mobile phone.

 

AW: ... a good result all round really. I'm sure a few of 'em will kick up a fuss but when they see it's for the best they'll fall in line. After all what else can they do.

 

The Estonian Nightmare pauses, listening to to whoever is on the other end of the phone.

 

AW: Nope, just keep on doing things as you want. I'll be handling things on that front next week. No better place to show how an iron fist rules better than the open hand than North Korea. If you're unhappy with anything you've got my number, call me. I'm not here to make things difficult with you, when we get the others in then everything will be better.

 

Another pause, a longer one, clearly someone is voicing a strong opinion because Winter rights himself from the chair and paces the wrong, peering through some blinds to the corridor outside. His next tone is conciliatory, smooth and languid to the point of near insincerity.

 

 

AW: Come on now, you really think those two can do anything about it? Plus with our mutual acquaintance on board and the other one the fans will love it. TWOstars is ready for this, the fans will come along and then everything else will fall in place.

 

The voice obviously says something that amuses Winter as he chuckles out loud.

 

AW: Ha ha, oh yes, all three were very surprised to hear from me but they've all signed on the dotted line. You should be here to witness it, you really should. Now, plenty of other things to organise tonight my friend so just keep watching and you'll see.... Ok, speak soon.

 

Winter hangs up the phone and gently taps it on his chin. He shoulders start to shake as he's overcome with an almost pantomime villain fit of evil laughter as we cut to...

We cut to the Jamsil Indoor Stadium's medical area. Lying flat on his back on a treatment bed is the ever loveable Donald Erics, who having previously been out cold, is beginning to show the first signs of conscious life. Standing over him is the TWOSTARS Doctor, who is looking intently into Don's face. The doctors eyes are full of concern as he speask clearly and audibly.

 

Doctor: Donald? Donald Erics?

 

With several moans and groans, Erics slowly begins to open his eyes.

 

Doctor: Donald? Can you hear me?

 

Donald: ...arghhh....eurrghhh

 

Suddenly from out of shot there is a loud bang and racing into the room comes a harrassed and haggered looking Simon Davidson! His attire remains ruffled and sketchy, the lipstick stain is still visible on his satin shirt collar, but is his face and voice are full of panic and emotion.

 

Simon: Don! Donald buddy! What happened?! Who did this to you?!

 

The doctor, who has had run in's with Simon's scottish temper in the past, is not ammused by his behaviour.

 

Doctor: Simon! I'm sorry but I cannot have you bursting in here like this! This man has only recently come round to consciousness! He has been attacked and knocked out cold, the last thing he needs is you ranting and raving in his face!

 

Simon takes and step back and a deep breath, before nodding slowly. It appears, somewhat surprisingly, the wise words of the doc have actually resonated a touch with the fiery Scotsman.

 

Simon: You're right. Of course. You're right. Don't know what came over me. It's just, seeing one of my great friends like Donald here attacked. It just makes me so angry! I need to find out who's responsible!

 

Doctor: I understand it must upset you, but what Donald needs is rest and relaxation, not stress or physical excersion! He should be fine, I can see no signs of any long term damage, but perhaps you should leave him to rest.

 

Simon looks thoughtful and nods along with the doctor.

 

Simon: Of course, of course. If that is what is for the best, then that is what shall happen. It's just...

 

He glances back at Don, who remains lying on the bench, but seemingly a little more alert now despite an understanble expression of discomfort and pain on his face.

 

Simon: ... You've no idea who got you Don?

 

Gingerly, Don shakes his head, then surprisingly, manages to just about squeeze out some speech.

 

Donald: Didn't... see.. Simon. They... got me.. from... from behind....

 

Simon: Cowards.

 

He mutters bitterly under his breath, the look on his handsome face now full of determination.

 

Simon: Well don't you worry Don. I'll get to the bottom of this. They won't get away with it, not on my watch. You get some well deserved rest.

 

Don smiles weakly.

 

Donald: Thanks... Simon. You're... a real... friend.

 

Simon smiles back before turning to the doctor thanking him for looking after his friend. He bids farewell and exits the room as we cut away.

We return to ringside to find the camera fixed upon a group of very happy men and women celebrating. The lower 3rd reads "South Korea Heart Foundation".

 

Jim Ross: Joining us tonight are the brave men and women who have gone through heart attacks and defects who have been saved by the South Korean Heart Foundation, what a wonderful charity!

 

We cut to the ring, where a young Japanese man with high hopes and big aspirations bounces on his feet ready for a match.

 

Jim Ross: This match has not been sanctioned by TWOStars.

 

Paul Heyman: Right you are, Jim. This is going to be the third successful defense of the ZEN World Television Championship

 

Jim Ross: If you don't count last night...

 

Paul Heyman: That was a master stroke, Jim! MASTER STROKE!

 

Jim Ross: That young man is Korean sensation Youku Kurihara, and he's all set to face...

 

WHERE'S YOUR CROWN, KING NOTHIIIIIIIING?!

 

Without any hesitation, Matt Denton strides out ready for a battle. Without stopping, he briskly walks to the ring, steps in and slaps the taste out of Youku Kurihara's mouth.

 

-------------

 

Denton gives the crowd his ol' faithful permasmirk, while holding the poor mans hands above his head by the wrists. He gives a slight cheeky wink to the men and women of the South Korea Heart Foundation as he rears back with his free arm, balls up his fist and drives it right into Kurihara's heart!

 

Paul Heyman: HEART PUNCH! HOLY SH*T!!

 

Jim Ross: BY GOD! HE JUST PUNCHED YOUKU KURIHARA STRAIGHT IN THE HEART!!

 

Youku looks into Denton's eyes before clutching his chest and collapsing on the floor, unconscious. The group from the South Korean Heart Foundation look on, horrified by what they've just witnessed. Denton himself looks thoroughly amused as referee James Burris rushes to the aid of the fallen opponent. The crowd in Seoul are absolutely livid.

 

Jim Ross: What the hell was that for?! He had him beaten! What did this accomplish?

 

Paul Heyman: It's a sign to Frankie Thompson!

 

Jim Ross: It must be...

 

Denton pushes the referee away with the sole of his boot and rolls Youku Kurihara over. He nonchalantly covers the young Japanese wrestler, forcing the referee to administer the academic three count while garbage is being pelted into the ring from all sides. Returning to his feet with his entrance theme playing, the Prosperous Pr*ck demands that the referee hand him his championship and raise his arm in victory, rather than call for aid.

 

Tony Chimel: The winner of this match and STILL Z.E.N World Television Champion... MATTHEW... KENNEDY... DENTON!

 

The flow of garbage is getting heavier by the minute, James Burris hands Denton the belt but refuses to raise his arm, instead he goes to tend to Kurihara who hasn't all that responsive since the punch occurred.

 

Jim Ross: How can Denton revel in such douchebaggery?

 

Paul Heyman: Douchebaggery!? This isn't one of the plebs who needlessly harangue the Heyman Hustle twitter account demanding to know if they've won a contest, Jim! Denton did what he needed to do to prove a point and if it caused his opponent to have a myocardial infarction, then so be it!

 

Jim Ross: That kid has a family! Does that mean nothing to you?!

 

Paul Heyman: I'm sure it means even less to the reigning Z.E.N Television Champion.

 

Jim Ross: You both sicken me...

 

Denton leans back on the top rope using it to exit the ring (think Kane) and walks back up the ramp, ignoring the EMT crew who are rushing past him to get at Youku. Denton isn't bothered as he makes a slow retreat, rubbing the fact he still has the belt in everyones noses.

 

Jim Ross: Can we cut to com-

 

Already beat you to it, Jim.