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IWF Inception - CAGE MATCH - JD Michaels vs. Dominick Aviles
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(The camera fades into the scene of Madison Square Garden during a NBA basketball game. The New York Knicks are currently playing the Detroit Pistons, and as the final seconds of the first half run out, the Knicks lead 57-43. The buzzer rings, and the players head to their locker rooms. As the dancers come onto the court, a man announces to the crowd.)
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special halftime show for all of you. I am proud to introduce to you, one of Impact Wrestling Federation's finest superstars, and "The Most Devastating Man in Sports-Entertainment", Devastatingggg Dominickkkkk Avilesssss!!!
(The arena erupts into excitement; "My World" by Sick Puppies blasts through the speakers as Dominick Aviles makes his way to the center of the court. He is wearing an expensive suit, all black with silver pinstripes. His usual sunglasses cover his eyes, and a diamond sparkles in each of his ears. He takes in the ovation, showing his shiny white teeth as he sincerely smiles from ear-to-ear, thanking the crowd. He raises his arms, slowly spinning in a circle to appreciate each side of the arena. As the volume of the crowd dies down a little, he raises the microphone to his lips.)
Aviles: New York, New York. The greatest city on the planet.
(The crowd bursts out into more cheers, just what Dominick expected. He nods his head and claps his hands softly, applauding the crowd.)
Aviles: And we all know Madison Square Garden is the greatest arena in history... Walking in, I could feel the history of this place through my body. The greatest of the great have been in this building, under these lights, doing what they do best for the world to see. And next Sunday, January 24th at IWF Inception, I plan on giving this building one of the best shows it has ever seen.
(The crowd, again falling into Dominick's trap, roars in excitement and anticipation. The fans, already happy that the Knicks are leading at halftime, show their appreciation for Dominick by chanting his name.)
Aviles: And like every athlete or entertainer who visits the Big Apple, you truly are the greatest fans in the world.
But even though I'm enjoying the game tonight, I'm really here for business. I know all you guys are familiar with what's been going down the past few weeks in the IWF, you know my beef with JD Michaels and his bodyguard Burke, so I'll skip past those details. I'm here to guarantee to all you wonderful fans that I, Dominick Aviles, will be walking out of this building next Sunday with my hands raised. Because, you see, EVERY SINGLE TIME JD Michaels and I squared off, one on one, no BS, I've had the upper-hand on him. I school that kid like a principal..but he seems to think it's funny to get his little...well, big.. friend Burke to do his dirty work. Which usually involves him catching me off guard with his boot to my face. I mean, I don't know why the dude can't just slam me, or something. I think what most people fail to realize, is that I'm knocked out before his boot even connects with my face. It's just the smell, man. That foot odor alone knocks me out cold.
But the funny part is, even with his "help", JD still hasn't gotten a victory over me. Never even came close to one. But he acts like I'm a nobody... I mean, for real bro. If I'm nobody, then what are you? Do you even have a win? Oh yeah, opening night, right? That time you had to cheat to win, against some dude that isn't even in the wrestling business anymore. Impressive.. Honestly, I don't see why I'm even stuck fighting you anymore. I'd rather just call it even, I'll take my beating from your little sneak attacks by your boy, and just move on. But no, management is holding me down yet again, and they're forcing me to waste my time on some punk kid like yourself. But hey, what can ya do... I just gotta take it like a man, handle my business with you, and sooner than later I'll be where I'm supposed to be.. Main Event-ing the show, putting every ounce of energy I have into fighting for that belt... WHICH I SHOULD BE DOING ANYWAY!!!
But no... JD Michaels stole that away from me. He ruined my opportunity. But you see, there's a difference between opportunities, and destiny. It is my destiny to become champion, but unfortunately, right now I don't have the opportunity to do that. However, opportunities are everywhere, and I DO have the opportunity to redeem myself, to pay back JD Michaels what he deserves. And luckily for me, this time, NOBODY can interfere with our match. Because if you guys didn't know, it's a steel-cage match. Which means I'm gonna have a little fun, one-on-one with JD. I'm gonna make sure by the end of the night, that cage is gonna be imprinted on his face. I'm gonna re-define pain for JD Michaels. Because nothing compares to the pain that I felt, having lost out on my chance to be fighting for the IWF Championship Title. But I can promise you all, I won't miss out on my opportunity for redemption. Payback is a female dog... Yeah, you know what I'm sayin.
(Dominick Aviles paces back and forth around the center of the court. He checks his watch, hoping to have enough time to continue speaking.)
Aviles: Have you ever seen a 6'9" try to climb a steel cage? ... Neither have I. I just wanna stress the fact that we FINALLY get to fight without and interruptions. Nothing else for you to hide behind, JD. No one you can run to for protection. Just four corners, all of which you'll probably have your head bashed into. I just can't wait. Six more days, JD. Better start eating your Wheaties, drinking your protein shakes now.. or not, either way, you'll never be ready to fight me. You'll never match my in-ring ability. I told you a long time ago, this isn't your business. Remember Leslie Cochran? The cross-dressing hobo from your hometown of Austin, Texas? I said you'll be supporting his campaign for mayor in a few years, and I might have been wrong on that. Might not take you years, JD. With the losing streak you've been on, you might be able to start drawing up your campaign signs next week. I mean, I don't know how much you're getting paid to 'entertain' these fans, but I can't imagine anyone is gonna be wanting to pay your salary for much longer. Only the strong survive, bro... Gotta cut that dead weight sooner or later, you know? It's been proven that you can't run with the big dogs yet, and starting your drama with me was probably the worst career-decision you could've possibly made. I mean, I see where you were going with it... but it backfired horribly. Sure, if you would've beat me weeks ago, you would've beaten an IWF icon. Yeah, maybe I would've been coming back from injuries, but a win is a win. But when you kept going on and on, trying to make something happen that would benefit you, you just seriously went wrong. You're going nowhere in this business but down. Have you met Andres De La Hoya yet? David Baptie? Do yourself a favor and get real acquainted with them, because those are the guys you'll be wrestling with for a long time. Oh yeah, and make sure to bring my bagels and a 12-pack of Coors for me before each show, I mean, since you'll be there so early and all.
But it's all good, broski. Actions come with consequences. That's how life is. But like I said, it's all good. For every Icon, me..., there's some talentless loser with a big mouth, you... It's just how it is. And it's how it'll always be. Everyone wants a shot at the top guy. Everyone thinks they could do what I do, everyone thinks they can just 'drop me on my head' and put me out of the business. But who has done that? Has Bobby King? Has Adam Freeman? Biggs? YOU? I wouldn't expect you to be able to answer this, you're a Texan, so I'll just answer this for you. Nobody has done it. Nobody CAN do it. Nobody will do it. But, if you wanna go ahead and talk the talk, just like everyone else has, be my guest. Drop me on my head... Put me back into the hospital. End my career, JD. I dare you to try. It'll just be something else that you'll fail at. Sorry buddy, sometimes trying is not good enough. Sometimes you actually do need the talent, sometimes you actually do need to put in the work, sometimes even that isn't enough. But if you think for one second that you might possibly have a chance to get a win over me, you're in for quite a treat. I'm gonna make you wanna escape that cage, but not because you're trying to beat me...it'll just be your only chance to survive.
(Dominick Aviles lowers the microphone to his side, and stares into the crowd for a moment. The crowd hesitates, unsure of whether or not he is going to continue his speech, and then begins to applaud Dominick loudly. The teams begin to come out from the locker room, ready to start the second half, as Dominick Aviles heads to the announcer's table. He places the microphone on the table, and shakes hands with a few broadcasters while heading back to his courtside seats...)
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special halftime show for all of you. I am proud to introduce to you, one of Impact Wrestling Federation's finest superstars, and "The Most Devastating Man in Sports-Entertainment", Devastatingggg Dominickkkkk Avilesssss!!!
(The arena erupts into excitement; "My World" by Sick Puppies blasts through the speakers as Dominick Aviles makes his way to the center of the court. He is wearing an expensive suit, all black with silver pinstripes. His usual sunglasses cover his eyes, and a diamond sparkles in each of his ears. He takes in the ovation, showing his shiny white teeth as he sincerely smiles from ear-to-ear, thanking the crowd. He raises his arms, slowly spinning in a circle to appreciate each side of the arena. As the volume of the crowd dies down a little, he raises the microphone to his lips.)
Aviles: New York, New York. The greatest city on the planet.
(The crowd bursts out into more cheers, just what Dominick expected. He nods his head and claps his hands softly, applauding the crowd.)
Aviles: And we all know Madison Square Garden is the greatest arena in history... Walking in, I could feel the history of this place through my body. The greatest of the great have been in this building, under these lights, doing what they do best for the world to see. And next Sunday, January 24th at IWF Inception, I plan on giving this building one of the best shows it has ever seen.
(The crowd, again falling into Dominick's trap, roars in excitement and anticipation. The fans, already happy that the Knicks are leading at halftime, show their appreciation for Dominick by chanting his name.)
Aviles: And like every athlete or entertainer who visits the Big Apple, you truly are the greatest fans in the world.
But even though I'm enjoying the game tonight, I'm really here for business. I know all you guys are familiar with what's been going down the past few weeks in the IWF, you know my beef with JD Michaels and his bodyguard Burke, so I'll skip past those details. I'm here to guarantee to all you wonderful fans that I, Dominick Aviles, will be walking out of this building next Sunday with my hands raised. Because, you see, EVERY SINGLE TIME JD Michaels and I squared off, one on one, no BS, I've had the upper-hand on him. I school that kid like a principal..but he seems to think it's funny to get his little...well, big.. friend Burke to do his dirty work. Which usually involves him catching me off guard with his boot to my face. I mean, I don't know why the dude can't just slam me, or something. I think what most people fail to realize, is that I'm knocked out before his boot even connects with my face. It's just the smell, man. That foot odor alone knocks me out cold.
But the funny part is, even with his "help", JD still hasn't gotten a victory over me. Never even came close to one. But he acts like I'm a nobody... I mean, for real bro. If I'm nobody, then what are you? Do you even have a win? Oh yeah, opening night, right? That time you had to cheat to win, against some dude that isn't even in the wrestling business anymore. Impressive.. Honestly, I don't see why I'm even stuck fighting you anymore. I'd rather just call it even, I'll take my beating from your little sneak attacks by your boy, and just move on. But no, management is holding me down yet again, and they're forcing me to waste my time on some punk kid like yourself. But hey, what can ya do... I just gotta take it like a man, handle my business with you, and sooner than later I'll be where I'm supposed to be.. Main Event-ing the show, putting every ounce of energy I have into fighting for that belt... WHICH I SHOULD BE DOING ANYWAY!!!
But no... JD Michaels stole that away from me. He ruined my opportunity. But you see, there's a difference between opportunities, and destiny. It is my destiny to become champion, but unfortunately, right now I don't have the opportunity to do that. However, opportunities are everywhere, and I DO have the opportunity to redeem myself, to pay back JD Michaels what he deserves. And luckily for me, this time, NOBODY can interfere with our match. Because if you guys didn't know, it's a steel-cage match. Which means I'm gonna have a little fun, one-on-one with JD. I'm gonna make sure by the end of the night, that cage is gonna be imprinted on his face. I'm gonna re-define pain for JD Michaels. Because nothing compares to the pain that I felt, having lost out on my chance to be fighting for the IWF Championship Title. But I can promise you all, I won't miss out on my opportunity for redemption. Payback is a female dog... Yeah, you know what I'm sayin.
(Dominick Aviles paces back and forth around the center of the court. He checks his watch, hoping to have enough time to continue speaking.)
Aviles: Have you ever seen a 6'9" try to climb a steel cage? ... Neither have I. I just wanna stress the fact that we FINALLY get to fight without and interruptions. Nothing else for you to hide behind, JD. No one you can run to for protection. Just four corners, all of which you'll probably have your head bashed into. I just can't wait. Six more days, JD. Better start eating your Wheaties, drinking your protein shakes now.. or not, either way, you'll never be ready to fight me. You'll never match my in-ring ability. I told you a long time ago, this isn't your business. Remember Leslie Cochran? The cross-dressing hobo from your hometown of Austin, Texas? I said you'll be supporting his campaign for mayor in a few years, and I might have been wrong on that. Might not take you years, JD. With the losing streak you've been on, you might be able to start drawing up your campaign signs next week. I mean, I don't know how much you're getting paid to 'entertain' these fans, but I can't imagine anyone is gonna be wanting to pay your salary for much longer. Only the strong survive, bro... Gotta cut that dead weight sooner or later, you know? It's been proven that you can't run with the big dogs yet, and starting your drama with me was probably the worst career-decision you could've possibly made. I mean, I see where you were going with it... but it backfired horribly. Sure, if you would've beat me weeks ago, you would've beaten an IWF icon. Yeah, maybe I would've been coming back from injuries, but a win is a win. But when you kept going on and on, trying to make something happen that would benefit you, you just seriously went wrong. You're going nowhere in this business but down. Have you met Andres De La Hoya yet? David Baptie? Do yourself a favor and get real acquainted with them, because those are the guys you'll be wrestling with for a long time. Oh yeah, and make sure to bring my bagels and a 12-pack of Coors for me before each show, I mean, since you'll be there so early and all.
But it's all good, broski. Actions come with consequences. That's how life is. But like I said, it's all good. For every Icon, me..., there's some talentless loser with a big mouth, you... It's just how it is. And it's how it'll always be. Everyone wants a shot at the top guy. Everyone thinks they could do what I do, everyone thinks they can just 'drop me on my head' and put me out of the business. But who has done that? Has Bobby King? Has Adam Freeman? Biggs? YOU? I wouldn't expect you to be able to answer this, you're a Texan, so I'll just answer this for you. Nobody has done it. Nobody CAN do it. Nobody will do it. But, if you wanna go ahead and talk the talk, just like everyone else has, be my guest. Drop me on my head... Put me back into the hospital. End my career, JD. I dare you to try. It'll just be something else that you'll fail at. Sorry buddy, sometimes trying is not good enough. Sometimes you actually do need the talent, sometimes you actually do need to put in the work, sometimes even that isn't enough. But if you think for one second that you might possibly have a chance to get a win over me, you're in for quite a treat. I'm gonna make you wanna escape that cage, but not because you're trying to beat me...it'll just be your only chance to survive.
(Dominick Aviles lowers the microphone to his side, and stares into the crowd for a moment. The crowd hesitates, unsure of whether or not he is going to continue his speech, and then begins to applaud Dominick loudly. The teams begin to come out from the locker room, ready to start the second half, as Dominick Aviles heads to the announcer's table. He places the microphone on the table, and shakes hands with a few broadcasters while heading back to his courtside seats...)
Carl Long is stood backstage with a cup of coffee, talking to a female stagehand. There seems to be a little bit of flirting going on between the two, with Long making a real effort with her. She makes a joke, which Long laughs at, perhaps a bit too much. As he continues to laugh, the woman slowly backs away from him. He opens his eyes and notices her back off from him, leaving him stood alone not knowing what to do. He lets out a sigh and turns around, bumping into “The Insurance Policyâ€, Benjamin Burke. Long spills his coffee all over himself as the camera spans to show Natalie and JD stood with “The Insurance Policyâ€.
JD Michaels: Hello, Carl, I hope we weren’t interrupting anything?
Carl Long: Actually you…
Michaels cuts in
JD Michaels: Well that’s good to know isn’t it?! Listen, we would like you to conduct a quick interview with us, that is of course if you don’t mind?
Carl Long: Well, we don’t have the interview time scheduled… I am actually about to head off and conduct another interview. I mean, I don’t have a microphone, or any questions set for you guys.
JD Michaels: Don’t worry; we can help you with that… Natalie?
Natalie grabs a microphone and hands it over to Long. She looks in her pockets, but can’t seem to find whatever it is she is looking for. She scratches her head then realises where it is. She looks in Burkes pocket in the breast of his jacket and pulls out a piece of paper. She opens it out and hands it to Long.
JD Michaels: There you go… a microphone and some questions! We won’t tell Montana about this little mishap, we wouldn’t want you to get fired now, would we?!
Long just looks at Michaels, a little unsure of what to do next. Michaels makes a hand gesture for Long to continue with the interview. He looks at the paper and begins to read.
Carl Long: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am joined at this time by JD Michaels, Natalie Marie and Benjamin Burke! This week you are going to finish your feud with Dominick Aviles at IWF Inception inside a steel cage! Why do you two not see eye to eye?
JD Michaels: It is basically a case of what goes around… comes around! In the first round of the IWF Championship tournament, Aviles was the one who eliminated me. I simply returned the favour and took him out! He ran his mouth, so I went even further and eliminated HIM from the same tournament.
There is a silence as Long looks at the paper and asks the next question.
Carl Long: Last week you were unsuccessful in beating Aviles in a one on one match, have you changed your strategy?
JD Michaels: Have I changed my strategy? What kind of question is that? No, I have not changed my strategy as I do not need to change my strategy. I already have Aviles beat! Sure, our match is going to be inside a steel cage (May I add, the first steel cage match since the return of IWF) but that wont change a thing. Aviles has seriously… SERIOUSLY underestimated me.
Long looks increasingly bored as he carries on with the questions.
Carl Long: With the steel cage coming into play, neither Natalie nor Burke will be able to help you. Does this scare you in any way?
JD Michaels: No this does not scare me! Do you think I have never won a match by myself or something? Do you think I am unable to do so? Do you honestly think I would be scared of Dominick Aviles?! Please, cut me some slack Carl!
Long just looks at the paper and moves on
Carl Long: So, you will…
Michaels interrupts
JD Michaels: I wasn’t finished, Carl!
Long rolls his eyes.
JD Michaels: I have complete faith in the capabilities of both Natalie and Burke… whether there is a steel cage between us, or not!
A female stagehand comes into shot with a message for Long.
Woman: Carl, I think Mr Aviles is ready for his interview now.
JD, Natalie and Burk stare at the woman and Long, waiting for something to happen. The woman waits for Long to go to the interview. JD waits for Long to carry on his interview. Long doesn’t know what to do! JD looks at Natalie and nods.
Natalie leaps towards the female stagehand and grabs her by the hair. She begins punching her in the face and she falls to the floor with Natalie keeping a grip of her hair. Natalie mounts the woman, unleashing vicious right hands. Long shouts for some help! Another stagehand comes into shot and grabs Natalie to separate them. He puts one hand on Natalie and is kicked directly in the face by Burke! Natalie continues the beatdown as more security and stagehands come into shot. JD calls Natalie off and she releases the woman.
Carl is visibly shocked by the beating he just witnessed as medics are called. Michaels snatches the microphone from Long.
JD Michaels: Nothing is going to come between me and victory come Sunday… Not even a steel cage!!
Michaels, Natalie and Burke all smile before heading off down the corridor. The camera focuses on Carl Long checking on the condition of both the stagehands involved in the altercation.
JD Michaels: Hello, Carl, I hope we weren’t interrupting anything?
Carl Long: Actually you…
Michaels cuts in
JD Michaels: Well that’s good to know isn’t it?! Listen, we would like you to conduct a quick interview with us, that is of course if you don’t mind?
Carl Long: Well, we don’t have the interview time scheduled… I am actually about to head off and conduct another interview. I mean, I don’t have a microphone, or any questions set for you guys.
JD Michaels: Don’t worry; we can help you with that… Natalie?
Natalie grabs a microphone and hands it over to Long. She looks in her pockets, but can’t seem to find whatever it is she is looking for. She scratches her head then realises where it is. She looks in Burkes pocket in the breast of his jacket and pulls out a piece of paper. She opens it out and hands it to Long.
JD Michaels: There you go… a microphone and some questions! We won’t tell Montana about this little mishap, we wouldn’t want you to get fired now, would we?!
Long just looks at Michaels, a little unsure of what to do next. Michaels makes a hand gesture for Long to continue with the interview. He looks at the paper and begins to read.
Carl Long: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am joined at this time by JD Michaels, Natalie Marie and Benjamin Burke! This week you are going to finish your feud with Dominick Aviles at IWF Inception inside a steel cage! Why do you two not see eye to eye?
JD Michaels: It is basically a case of what goes around… comes around! In the first round of the IWF Championship tournament, Aviles was the one who eliminated me. I simply returned the favour and took him out! He ran his mouth, so I went even further and eliminated HIM from the same tournament.
There is a silence as Long looks at the paper and asks the next question.
Carl Long: Last week you were unsuccessful in beating Aviles in a one on one match, have you changed your strategy?
JD Michaels: Have I changed my strategy? What kind of question is that? No, I have not changed my strategy as I do not need to change my strategy. I already have Aviles beat! Sure, our match is going to be inside a steel cage (May I add, the first steel cage match since the return of IWF) but that wont change a thing. Aviles has seriously… SERIOUSLY underestimated me.
Long looks increasingly bored as he carries on with the questions.
Carl Long: With the steel cage coming into play, neither Natalie nor Burke will be able to help you. Does this scare you in any way?
JD Michaels: No this does not scare me! Do you think I have never won a match by myself or something? Do you think I am unable to do so? Do you honestly think I would be scared of Dominick Aviles?! Please, cut me some slack Carl!
Long just looks at the paper and moves on
Carl Long: So, you will…
Michaels interrupts
JD Michaels: I wasn’t finished, Carl!
Long rolls his eyes.
JD Michaels: I have complete faith in the capabilities of both Natalie and Burke… whether there is a steel cage between us, or not!
A female stagehand comes into shot with a message for Long.
Woman: Carl, I think Mr Aviles is ready for his interview now.
JD, Natalie and Burk stare at the woman and Long, waiting for something to happen. The woman waits for Long to go to the interview. JD waits for Long to carry on his interview. Long doesn’t know what to do! JD looks at Natalie and nods.
Natalie leaps towards the female stagehand and grabs her by the hair. She begins punching her in the face and she falls to the floor with Natalie keeping a grip of her hair. Natalie mounts the woman, unleashing vicious right hands. Long shouts for some help! Another stagehand comes into shot and grabs Natalie to separate them. He puts one hand on Natalie and is kicked directly in the face by Burke! Natalie continues the beatdown as more security and stagehands come into shot. JD calls Natalie off and she releases the woman.
Carl is visibly shocked by the beating he just witnessed as medics are called. Michaels snatches the microphone from Long.
JD Michaels: Nothing is going to come between me and victory come Sunday… Not even a steel cage!!
Michaels, Natalie and Burke all smile before heading off down the corridor. The camera focuses on Carl Long checking on the condition of both the stagehands involved in the altercation.
The scene opens with the camera facing the entrance way. There is silence across the arena as the camera begins to pan down the ramp. We see there are no fans in the arena as the eerie silence continues. There is very little lighting, creating a very dark environment. The camera continues to pan the arena, showing it is completely empty. The camera finally gets to the ring, which is surrounded by the four sides of steel. As the camera focuses, we see JD Michaels stood in the centre of the ring, alone. The camera begins to zoom in as darkness falls round the outside of the ring and a spotlight shines down upon the entire ring. We finally see the expression on Michaels’ face, which is completely blank. He looks extremely deep in through as he stares at the cage. Michaels walks forward, placing his foot on the bottom rope and grabbing the cage. The look on Michaels face remains the same as he pulls at the cage, testing its durability. Michaels climbs the rope, standing in the middle of the top rope, holding onto the cage. As he stands there, he begins to get a little bounce going. He then starts shaking the cage as he does so. The camera zooms further into his face to see a change in expression. A little smile has appeared on Michaels face. He looks beyond the cage, directly into the camera, letting his laughter echo through the arena. He stops laughing and directs his attention to the camera.
JD Michaels: (Through Laughter) It’s all good… It’s all good!
He continues laughing as the camera fades to black.
JD Michaels: (Through Laughter) It’s all good… It’s all good!
He continues laughing as the camera fades to black.
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