IWF Inception - IWF Intercontinental Championship Fatal Four Way Match

[JMay187]

Roleplay here for the IWF Intercontinental Championship Fatal Four Way Match featuring Tony Valentino vs. CMS vs. Biggs vs. Bobby King.

 

[The Rated R CMStar]

Madison Square Garden. The Mecca of Sports Entertainment. The place were you will be judged upon what you have done and you will find out if what you have done is actually worth something or will go on to just be a footnote in history. New York City, Madison Square Garden. Every time we come back to this building, it's like coming home. Every rabid fan cheering or booing you, that's family. That ring, with the canvas imprinted with the blood, sweat and tears of all the legends that have ever wrestled here, that's the living room.

CMS steps into the gate of Madison Square Garden. It's really overwhelming to the see this structure empty, nothing but seats and the ealy advances of the IWF crew getting everything ready for the big night. But CMS deep down knows that as intimidating as this empty collosus might be right now, it will be nothing compared to Sunday Night, when he once again steps out there and gets confronted by over twenty thousand rabid fans. When he has to confront the lights on bright and tango with three of the hungriest superstars in the IWF locker room with the Intercontinental Championship on the line.

CMS takes a couple of seconds to breath deep and take in the magnificence of the building and try to ease all the memories and thoughts rushing to his brain. He hides his hands on the pockets of his jeans, covers his head with his jacket's hood and walks with his head lowered, staring at his feet, almost as if unvoluntarily he has been humbled by the arena. CMS tries to calm himself, to put his mind on blank, however, he cannot stop the memories to rush in. He cannot help to think that on that seat, on that seat Mick Foley sat when he saw Snuka fly right into Don Muraco. He cannot help to think that standing right when he is standing stood the legendary Eddie Guerrero, seconds before he marched toward the ring to embrace his long time friend and companion in pain. To his right, that's where Jeff Hardy broke a table...with Bubba Ray Dudley on top. And high up there, up in the nosebleeds, that's where a hater turned into a believer when Hulk Hogan won the championship and gave birth to Hulkamania.

He was no chump himself in making history in Madison Square Garden. Many great chapters in CMS's career had happened right in that building. He had step into the New York venue and do battle with the biggest names the IWF had have to offer, be it Charlie Titan, Vic Noreaga, Marcus Marshall. Some wrestling experts would call CMS a big match specialist. He had competed in the most grueling matches the business had have to offer and he had been succesful in every one of them. Over the Edge match, Spider's Web, I Quit matches, all had ended with his hand raised up high. (it doesn't hurt the fact that he's undefeated in IWF's Grand Daddy of them All).

But on Sunday, it is a challenge like he's never faced before. Biggs, Tony Valentino, Bobby King and CMS, all top notch competitors, and all eager to put some championship gold around their waists, ready to do whatever it takes to make that happen.

Suddenly, CMS watches his clock...he's running late. He was supposed to make that Press Conference about half an hour ago. Damn. Blame it on Madison Square Garden...


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CMS rushes into the hotel's set up room. Surprisingly, none of the press outlets have left, altough when CMS stepped into the room, they angrily raised and pointed their watches at the Bigger than Life Superstar. CMS tries to act cool altough he indeed feels quite embarrassed. However, he doesn't regret his visit to Madison Square Garden. Everything he could do to prepare for the Fatal Four Way is more than welcome. CMS finally gets set in position and lets the press conference begin.

CMS: Well, welcome to this press conference, I am truly honored that you managed to make it and I am equally embarrassed that I arrived late, I, I got caught up in the moment while visiting Madison Square Garden and, well, anyways, let's begin. Uhhm, you.

Reporter #1: CMS, you mention Madison Square Garden. How big of a role will the venue play on Sunday Night for the Fatal Four Way match?

CMS: A huge role. I believe I speak for every wrestler ever to lace up a pair of boots that we wait our entire career for a chance to wrestle at Madison Square Garden, and I along three other men get that chance on Sunday for some championship gold, and I just hope that Valentino, Biggs and Bobby King help me in the goal of stealing the show.

Reporter #2: Does that mean your gold is not exactly walking out champion but more of stealing the show?

CMS: Of course not. Inception will be the culmination of a very, very long journey. All these months, I have felt empty, incomplete. You know what has been missing? Championship Gold. That's exactly what I get the chance to win on Sunday. I have said it before and I will say it again. I am the hungriest superstar in the IWF when it comes to wanting to be champion, and I will do whatever it takes, to whoever steps in my way, in my attempt to win the Intercontinental Championship. You may think you are better, that you are faster, that you are stronger, smarter, whatever, and that's open to debate, but nobody wants it more than I, and if you ask me, that's what it all will come down to, who wants it more.

Reporter #3: In this Fatal Four Way, you will face Biggs for the first time since the two of you battled in Biggs's debut. What are your thoughts on Biggs now?

CMS: Well, going into our match the first time, I said I didn't know what Biggs had to offer, I didn't know if he was better than me, but that I had no respect for a punk who walks in here with a phony championship belt and thinks he deserves something for that. I also told him my opinion that he was nothing but a loudmouth footnote in the company would not change until he did something more valuable that calling himself the AJPW champion, and well, I faced the guy, I defeated the guy, and hold and behold, he's a contender for the Intercontinental Championship, so as far as I'm concerned, Biggs have come a long way,but honestly, I don't think it will be enough to beat me.

Reporter #1: Speaking of first time encounters, to my recollection, you have never faced Bobby King in any way whatsover. Do you consider yourself capable of defeating him?

CMS: What kind of question is that? Look, I watched Bobby King since the moment he entered this company. I watched him evolve from these guy battling a guy for who was the real king of their city, from being these goody goody guy, to becoming a no holds barred badass dangerous to whoever steps into the ring with him. Now, just because I have never been one on one with him doesn't mean I don't know about Bobby King. I know he's a great talent, capable of many things, but I also know he has a weak point: Multiman matches.

Go back, go back to the beginning of his career. All of his one on one victories were erased by him getting defeated in Triple Threat Matches. And it just isn't a tendency from the past. He got dropped from the IWF Championship tournament in, you guessed it, a multiman match. Bobby King will come into this Fatal Four Way already with the mindset that he just isn't able to win this type of matches, and without the hunger of a CMS, well, he's practically doomed.

Reporter #1: So, by your words, you're practically ruling Bobby King and Biggs out?

CMS: Of course not. Like I said, Biggs is no longer than running goof with no other claim to glory than his prop championship and Bobby King will probably go back and study what he did wrong in the past multiman matches.

It's not about me coming out here and telling the world I am flawless and better than my three competitors, it's not about coming out here and bashing them for the sake of bashing them. All of them have points I can exploit, all of them have weakness, and so do I, the difference is, I want this more than they do, I want this like you have no idea, and at the end of the day, that will make the difference.

Reporter #3: It comes to my attention that you have been avoiding comments about Tony Valentino, the man who defeated you on last Monday Night Mayhem. What are your views on him?

CMS: Well, I could play smart ass and say that while Valentino's team indeed defeated my team, Valentino didn't pin me, but I wont. Matter of fact is the record book now says Valentino has one over me and well, that makes Tony Valentino the man with the most momentum coming into this match. You mix Valentino's talent with his momentum, and you practically have to make him the favorite going into this match, and if he wants to consider himself such, then he is more than welcomed. I might sound like scratched record in here, but guess what, I also want it more than Valentino, so let's see if he can hang with what my rush for championship gold will make me do in the ring. Last question;

Reporter #2: Well, you have left more than clear that the match will come down to who wants to be Intercontinental Champion more, but, do you think there will be any other factor that plays into giving an advantage to either Biggs, Valentino, Bobby King or yourself?

CMS: No, I really don't. We all have high points. Valentino has his momentum, Bobby King has his raw ability, Biggs has his confidence and I guess his other championship, nah I'm kidding, but once you put all four of us in the same ring, those advantages dissapear, and THAT'S where pure desire to win and be champion comes into play, and that's where I have the upperhand, that's why I will walk out of Madison Square Garden as the IWF Intercontinental Championship.

Thank you for coming to this press conference. See you all on Inception this Sunday Night.

CMS gets up to his feet and walks away, despite all the screams from the reporters, eager for more questions and comments.


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CMS couldn't get out of that room faster. Last week he had learned that getting your mind of the game for just one second could cost you the match. He got distracted with the non sense his agent got him and he gave Tony Valentino some unneeded momentum going into the Fatal Four Way. For Inception, he was not willing to let that happen. He wanted it more than his opponents and that was a fact, but some preparation to go along with it would do no wrong, and he was going to consume himself in the gym from now until moments before the bell for his match rang. All he needed was for Ben to

...pick him up.

Ben: Hop up Carlos, I thought you wanted to arrive to the gym fast.

CMS gets into the car,

CMS: What made you think that?

Ben: The not so friendly message you left me threatening me and my kids if I dared to not pick you up on time and take you to the gym to get ready for the Fatal Four Way.

CMS: Yeah, well, sorry about that, it's just that, you know, you know how I felt when IWE closed right when I was about to get my World title match, and I am just days away from getting the thing I vowed to get a long time ago, championship gold, and I just don't want it to slip away from me just because I wasn't prepared enough.

Ben: Carlos..you're practically planning on turning the gym into your house for the next week, you have tapes for your opponents dating back in their careers almost to the point where they didn't use diapers for the first time and, besides, I know you man, I know you always get what you want and not just because you want it for the sake of wanting it, no, I know you bust your ass to get it, that's why I know Valentino, Biggs, Bobby King, will have nothing on you and your road to becoming the Intercontinental Championship.

CMS: Thank you Ben, I really appreciate it....but if you dont get to that gym in the next five minutes, I will imagine you are either King, Valentino or Biggs and make a punching bag out of you.

Ben: Geez, I was kinda expecting you throwing out there that phrase "giving them their Bigger than Life moment" like you always do haha.

CMS: Nah, you know, in Sunday, the Bigger than Life moment will be for me, when in the concrete jungle where dreams are made of, where there's nothing you can’t do, surrounded by streets that will make you feel brand new and lights that inspire you, in the middle of Madison Square Garden inside the ring, I raise the hands above my head as the new Intercontinental Champion!

Ben: ...did you just quote Alicia Keys?

CMS: Shut up and drive.

Ben: Was that Riha...

CMS: 2 out of 5 minutes already. DRIVE.

....

 

[Valentino]

(Tony Valentino is outside an old burnt down house. The front door and windows are boarded up, the roof is decaying and the walls are slowly falling apart. The small front yard is painted yellow and light brown, as the dead grass and dirt have not been maintained in years. A stray dog wanders aimlessly through two old garbage cans knocked over, located towards the side of the house, in search of food. To its disappointment, there is only a dirty old mattress with a few springs busting through and some cardboard.

The surrounding houses look similar, as this run down neighborhood in Los Angeles has been forgotten about by most people. A homeless couple push a shopping cart, which holds their entire household inside, and throw a few scraps of stale bread at the scavaging dog. This neighborhood hasn't been forgotten completely, as Tony Valentino stares towards what used to be somebodys home, it can be hardly called a home now.

Valentinos brown eyes stare through the burnt down fixture, as if he is trying to ressurrect the building to its old state. He closes his eyes and imagines what the old house used to be, almost hoping to open them again and see the house completely restored. He opens his eyes and with a sense of failure, he finally looks away. He finishes his last cigarette, and flicks the butt to the ground)

Valentino: Its funny how life works out sometimes. No matter how high you think you are, you can always be knocked back down. Of course when you're down, and you think you are at the lowest point of your life, someone picks you back up. Thats just life, its a rollercoaster.

I know alot of people look at me and they think I got it all. They see the cars. They see the clothes. They see the women and they wonder to themselves, how can a spoiled kid like that get everything he wants? While they work two jobs to pay the rent for a small apartment, and a piece of junk car that barely gets them to work, here I am...a beloved movie star to say the least. Not only that, but a rising star in the IWF, and it seems like its just too good to be true. Well what people don't know is I didn't come from money. My parents were blue collar, hard working people. My grandparents came to this country to give them a better life. My parents did everything they could to give me a better life. I remember coming home from school...to this very house...no hot water...no bike, no toys...nothing. Nothing but a small television. You know the kind, with a dial that you had to turn yourself to change the channel, and the big bunny ear antennas. I remember I would just turn on that little 13" tv set, and just get lost in it. I wouldnt just watch the sitcoms...I would put myself in it. When my father finally came home from work with a vcr player, it changed my life. It was an escape. It was something that helped me forget about everything else. It was special.

I was still a young kid when the last straw fell. Seventeen, eighteen, somewhere around that age, I decided to just get out. And thats what I did. I got out. I just left. I packed one bag, and left for the west coast, never looking back. I guess this helped me, because I never had any proper acting education. I always thought, once I get a little income, I'd take the time to get some real training. Then one thing led to another, and then another, and then next thing I know Im starring in a major motion picture. My face was everywhere - magazine covers, tabloids, billboards, commercials. I was in my early 20's, partying with movie stars, partying with rock stars, partying with athletes...it was amazing. Everything was moving so fast around me, I thought I would never feel the way I felt about anything again.

That is, until my agent found me a script that changed my life again. "Get In The Ring" was a low budget indie film. Only hardcore fans even know about it really. But that the movie the introduced me to world of wrestling. The bumps, the bruises, the traveling, the training...it was something I have never been apart of before. It was painfully delightful. I trained my heart out, and I sculpted my body into the chizzeled beauty that it is today. Training was like a drug to me, and I found myself highly addicted. A few months after we released Get In The Ring, I get a call to be another wrestling movie, starring Mickey Rourke. Now, I guess what I'm saying is wrestling has brought me to another level. Like acting, which helped me block out my childhood struggles, wrestling has opened my eyes. I love it. I love the thrill of earning a hard fought victory. I love the excitement my fans show every Monday night, and it reflects. I love the pure aggression, the rage, and the brutality of it. Most of all, I love the competition. I am a competitor. I may have started off my career a little rocky, but one thing that is for sure is I will compete. I have yet to be, or will I ever be some pushover for the next guy.

I have worked hard, maybe even harder than anybody else in the IWF. I needed to. I came into this thing having no real experience, other than a movie I shot. I didnt know if I was going to be able to handle this. The pressure, the stress and the mental and physical strain of wrestling. I wasnt sure if I was able to step in the ring and actually compete with ex-champions, future champions, and so on. I wasnt sure if I could leave the one thing I loved most, my career...my life. Only time could tell me the answers. I couldnt just sit back and wonder to myself. I didnt want to do that. I didnt want to go through life asking myself "what if".

So here I am again. Back in the city where it all started. New York. Days away from the biggest show of my life. It seems almost like a movie itself. Sort of like a fairy tale. No, no...if it was a fairy tale I would be competing for the IWF Championship. None the less, here I stand. If it wasnt for this house, or this street, or this city, I would not be in the situation I am today. I would not have a mansion in the hills..or a brand new Ferrari, or a....well, you get the picture.

Of course, like I said before, with every up there is a down. I would love to be able to win the intercontinental championship in the city from where I was born, in front of my family and friends who I have not seen in years. I would love to be able to stand in the middle of the ring with the title held above me, and my arms held in the air, to the screaming crowd in Madison Square Garden. Unfortunetly, so would three other people.

In my brief time here at the IWF, I do have history with Bobby King. He got the better of me the first time we squared off. The second time, it was my turn. So here we stand, going into a championship match, an even record between the both of us. Out of everybody else, I would love for you to be the guy I pin to win the title. Infact, there is nothing I would want more. CMS and Biggs could duke it out on their own, I want redemption. Listen up Bobby, and listen good. I am not the same guy you beat months ago. I am not the same guy who you saw in the battle royal. You can check my record Bobby. I've been on a roll, and I don't plan on stopping anytime soon. I don't even know if it's possible to stop me now, I am in a zone. I am seeing everything clearly now. I have finally understood what it takes to win. You don't have to believe me now, but when Inception comes around, and you're standing in the ring face to face with me, look in my eyes and you will see. You will see but by then it will be too late. You should be kissing Montana's boots you're even a part of this match. I could have sworn it was going to be CMS versus myself.

(Valentino's cell phone goes off. It reads 'NICOLE' and the ringer is "Tik Tok" by Ke$ha. Valentino hits silent and lets it go to voicemail)

Valentino: Speaking of CMS, I don't hear alot of talking from you now bro. What's up? You thought you had what it took to beat me, but as history shows, you came up short. I do appreciate the effort though. I mean, you go out and hire an agent for yourself because hey, it must be working for me right? Yeah, thats it. Tony Valentino is successful, he has an agent, so I'll go and hire one too. Well guess what Carlos...while you were doing your little Family Guy voice over, I was at the gym training. When you and your agent went out to Del Taco for lunch, I was at the gym training. Heck, when you went to bed in your little night time pj's with the footies, you know where I was...well actually I was with Vanessa the other night, but you get the point.

I'll be honest, before I knew about the four way dance, I thought you were going to give me a run for my money. I really did. I thought you were going to put up a decent fight, and I thought I would have to spend every moment preparing for this match. That is no longer the case. With the addition of both Biggs and Bobby King you have went from my top priority, to my least. Yes, you heard me correct. CMS, after that pitiful performance last week you are pretty much the least of my worries. Don't get me wrong now. I'm not underestimating you because I'm pretty sure I have your game plan. It still won't mean much though. I've stood in the ring with you before and I was able to take everything you dished out. Maybe you should see if Montana will let you be a part of that number one contenders match, because I think you may be a little over your head.

There is only one person who I have yet to see first hand. That is Biggs, "the spaceman." I like Biggs, he shows potential. He can really do things in the IWF, I am sure of it. Too bad for Biggs, he's standing in my way of success. He's trying to steal my gold from me. Take it from a kid who grew up in the big apple, you don't mess with a man with a goal. My goal in the IWF is to win, bottom line. No ands ifs or buts about it. I am a winner, and I will not let you or the other two guys stand in my way. I don't have beef with you Biggs, but I will not back down. I have never been the type to run away, and you can bet your space boots I will be showing up to fight at the Garden. No, we don't have history like Bobby King and I, and I could care less. You are just another name and another body that I have to go through. Nothing more. Im sure your going to come out of whatever rock you've been hiding under and do your little show and whatnot...but I've heard it all before. Bobby King likes to party...CMS wants the women...you want to bash someones head...been there, done that. I am putting aside what I thought was the best thing going for me, my acting career. And it was. It really was. I MUST be sick in the head to not just millions of dollars, but my life, just to wrestle. I must be crazy. Well we're all a little bit crazy Biggs. Come Sunday, I'll show you how crazy I can get.

(Valentino walks along the beaten down sidewalk. Garbage litters the streets and yards. Up ahead is a few more houses with boarded up windows and doors. A small group of young men are huddled around it, rolling dice against one of the walls. A foreign smell of smoke fills the air, definetly not nicotine.Valentino shakes his head in disgust)

Valentino: With that being said, I admit I may not be the favored wrestler to come out on top, and thats ok with me. It's ok. You see, I have been an underdog my whole life. That is, of course, before I hit it big in Hollywood. But this is where I grew up. This is what I know. I have practically spent my entire life exceeding expectations. Even back when I was a kid in school. Teachers said I wouldn't pass. They said I should just drop out and find myself a job pumping gas! Can you believe that? This face, with this body...pumping gas somewhere? Well look at me now. One match to go before I show the world who Tony Valentino really is. Underdog or not, thats all old news to me. No one...and I mean NO ONE is standing in my way.

That goes for you CMS, and you too Bobby King. Espeeeeecially Bobby King. So don't go into the match thinking Tony Valentino is the weak link, otherwise you'll be in for a huge upset.

(Valentino winks and cracks a smile. He puts his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and walks down the empty street of his broken down old neighborhood)

 

[biggs]

Biggs and his girlfriend Ellie pull into the arena parking lot in Trenton, New Jersey, where IWF is holding a house show en route to the Inception pay per view at Madison Square Garden. Ellie is wearing a purple dress with a purple chocker and designer white boots. Biggs is already in his wrestling gear, as the pair has just arrived from an APW house show a couple of towns over.

Biggs: Oh man, I'll be glad once APW and IWF's travel schedule diverge, so I'll actually be able to take some time off.

Ellie: No you won't be. I know how much you love the spotlight, how much you love being out there. Sure, it's led to many frantic commutes the past couple of weeks, but you wouldn't have it any other way, would you sweetie?

Biggs cracks his trademark smirk.

Biggs: You're right, babe. I guess I'm a bit of a work-a-holic, aren't I?

Ellie: Sure are! Also, I wanted to say thank you for talking to Montana and allowing me to be your manager here as well! Now I never to be away from you!

Biggs: You're sounding a little clingy there, babe.

Ellie: Sorry! I can't help it.

Biggs: (chuckling) I know. I'm just too gosh darn handsome!

Ellie: No, you're what we call "man-pretty!"

Ellie leans over to give Biggs a peck on the cheek before the pair unbuckle, and Biggs gets out of the Blue Toyota Prius. He then runs around to Ellie's door, opens it for her, and extends his hand to help her out. He then opens the back door, and pulls out a couple of garment bags, and the couple rushes off towards the locker room.

Inside the arena is packed from wall to wall with rabid IWF fans. Unfortunately, it being New Jersey, many of them have weight problems, and the smell of sweat permeates the building. The aroma of stale popcorn and candy fills the air, but not nearly enough to cover the stench of the sweat. Soda and snacks are spilled all over the floor, leaving the arena with a dingy feeling that in all honesty is below the IWF. The lights are dim, with light above the ring and a spotlight facing the aisle, otherwise, the arena is dark. “Spaceman,†by The Killers, hits the speakers, and the fans immediately boo as they know that Biggs is on his way, despite the lack of the usual elaborate entrance. After a few moments, Biggs and Ellie emerge from the back, with Biggs wearing his fancy blue and white ring jacket, complete with blue feathers on the shoulders, and his signature blue shades. Ellie is still in her dress, but now has a jacket similar to Biggs', only it's purple and white, still with the feathers on the shoulder.

Jessica Lock: Ladies and gentlemen, making his way to the ring, accompanied by his girlfriend Ellie, “The Spaceman†Biggs!

The crowd spews venomous insults towards Biggs as he and Ellie dance down the aisle and mock the fans on their way towards the ring. When they reach the squared circle, Biggs holds the ropes open for Ellie before slingshoting himself over the top rope and into the ring. He calls for a mic and waits for the crowd to die down a bit before starting to speak.

Biggs: Now I know that you're all disappointed that you don't get to see me in action tonight, but that's no reason to boo me or my gorgeous girlfriend! The simple fact of the matter that I need to keep myself fresh for my upcoming Fatal Fourway Match at Inception for the IWF Intercontinental Championship!

This draws more boos from the crowd, and a “You're a wussy!†clap, clap, clap clap clap “You're a wussy!†clap, clap, clap clap clap, chant gets going. Ellie appears to be distraught over the crowd's disapproval, and closes her eyes and covers her ears before burying her face into Biggs' chest. He wraps his arm around Ellie to comfort her, and continues to talk.

Biggs: Don't worry, babe, they're just upset that they don't get to see the absolute greatest wrestler in the world today ply his craft in person. And while you Spam sucking trailer trash losers won't get to see me wrestle tonight, I can guarantee that it'll make my performance at Inception that much better, giving me all the edge I need to overcome my adversaries. And lets face it, as great as I am, all three of my opponents had to prove themselves worthy of being in the same ring as me, they all earned their spot in this match. I can't take that fact lightly, not for a second. I have to give all three of my opponents some measure of respect, and I tip my hat to the three of them for making it to the IC Title match at Inception. But that's where the glad handing stops. If you all don't mind, and even if you do, I'm going to take this time to address each of my opponents individually. I know that they're all in the back, and that they will hear what I have to say here tonight!

Biggs flashes his trademark smirk and Ellie lets out a slight giggle as the fans continue to shout insults at the couple.

Biggs: Let's start off with the man who defeated me in my IWF television debut, the self-proclaimed “Bigger than Life†CMS. I'll be honest, I was very surprised that you were able to pick up the win over me, CMS. I overlooked you, plain and simple. I have myself to blame for that loss, and only myself. That being said, don't expect to be facing the same wrestler you faced a mere four weeks ago in my IWF TV debut. I'm not going to validate your claim that I've somehow come a long way in the past four weeks, because that's simply not the case. I am a world renowned superstar, a multi-time world champion, and losing to you last month wasn't a matter of my skill versus your skill, it's that I took you lightly. The mark of a great competitor is that he learns something about himself in victory and defeat, and believe me, CMS, I learned quite a bit in facing you. I learned that you have a tendency to try and go for a high-impact move too early sometimes, trying to force the issue rather than wearing your opponent down enough to allow yourself ample time to perform the move. I learned that you're cocky, brash, and arrogant, much like myself, but without the killer instinct. The bottom line is that you aren't willing to do whatever it takes to win, CMS. You will stay within the rules, acting like a bad@$$, but not actually being one. But I don't have that problem, CMS, because I have no problem breaking the rules when I need to. I have no problem manipulating my opponents and their associates into doing things that work into my favor. Look at my victory over Loki this past week. I could have beaten him on my own, fine and dandy, but I allowed things to go as such that his little friend got him disqualified. As a Machiavellian, in my view a win is a win, no matter how I get it. Be it by my natural skill, my intelligence, or by hook or crook, it doesn't matter to me, so long as I get my hand raised in victory. You'd do well to take a similar approach, CMS.

A very loud “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!†chant gets going from the crowd.

Biggs: Please, don't tell me what you tell your mothers to do for you nightly. I am not some cheap, two-dollar whore who is here for your amusement. No, I am here to make a legacy for myself, one part of which will require me to go through Tony Valentino en route to becoming the first IWF Intercontinental Champion. Tony, I will give you credit, your nickname, “The Natural,†suits you. Still, if you don't mind, I'd like to suggest that you lengthen it a bit to something even more fitting, that being “The Natural Jerk!†Seriously, I don't know what the fans see in you. You're self-absorbed, arrogant, and have a generally flippant attitude. I mean, how is it that the fans can cheer you for being such a punk, and yet they boo me for plainly telling the truth about things? Tony, you yourself will admit that wrestling is not your first love, that in all honesty, you'd really rather be making movies. You'd love nothing more than to see your name on the marquee at a movie theater, or on the cover of Entertainment Weekly, or having your name be synonymous with Hollywood. The fact of the matter is Tony that no matter how much natural, God given talent you may possess, if you aren't deathly serious about your wrestling career, you success will be fleeting. I know that you've been on quite a roll as of late, winning four straight matches, but you're luck can't last forever. So I recommend that you get your head out of the stars, and put your focus at the task at hand, which is preparing yourself for the single biggest match of your career against the single greatest competitor you've ever come across. You say that you don't have any beef with me, that to you, I'm just another body in the ring preventing you from becoming the IWF Intercontinental Champ. Well, it's too bad that your comments just gave me a beef with you. You'd best take me seriously, Valentino, because if you don't, not even your little friend, Mr. Gold, can help you to recover from the PR disaster that will be made by how badly I embarrass you at Inception!

The crowd boos Biggs very loudly for these comments, and as their booing, Ellie snatches the mic.

Ellie: You're just booing because you know that everything my man is saying is absolutely, 100% true!

A “Shut up, b****! Shut up, b*****!†chant gets going, and Biggs covers Ellie's ears, glaring out into the crowd. Biggs takes the mic back from Ellie, and launches a verbal tirade against the fans.

Biggs: That's no way to talk to a lady! I was right to deny you classes scum the privilege of seeing me wrestle here tonight! But back on topic, I now turn my attention to one Bobby King. King, I got to say, you have built up quite the reputation here in IWF. From what I've been hearing from the fans and the boys in the back, you are considered the odds on favorite to walk out of Inception as the new IWF Intercontinental Champion. And while you are quite good at what you do, Bobby King, I take offense to the notion that you are favored over me. You see, despite the fact that you call yourself the “Motor City Mystery,†you're actually pretty well known here in IWF. Guys know that when they go up against you, they're going up against a man without mercy, a man without limits. And while I respect that, I know that I am the same way. You have ability, you confidence, Bobby King, but don't rely on those alone, not if you want to stand a chance against me. Because you see, you've essentially established yourself as the heavy favorite in this match, and in the end, that could be your downfall. If you hear all the hype that everyone is heaping upon you, and you start to believe it, you'll be complacent. And when you become complacent, that's just the opening I will exploit to defeat you. Because Bobby King, wrestling just doesn't come down to your skill and ability, it also involves your intelligence, and nothing I've seen from you thus far implies that you even hold a candle to me in that regard. You may be more powerful than me, but you aren't as smart as me, and that's where you'll fail. Don't overlook me, King, heck, don't even overlook CMS or Valentino. The fact is that a Fatal Fourway match is one of the most difficult matches to win in all of wrestling! It's all about picking your spots, and taking advantage of the opportunities as they come to you. It's very much a thinking man's match, and that is why I should be the odds on favorite, not you, Bobby King. The bottom line is that I'm smarter than you, and there's nobody here who can deny it.

Biggs cracks his trademark smirk again, soaking in the hatred of the crowd, who's really letting him and Ellie have it. Ellie is very much upset over it, but Biggs takes it in stride.

Biggs: Now I know that I told you all that I wasn't going to be in action here tonight, but that won't stop me from giving you all a small preview of things to come at Inception!

At this point, The Benny Hill theme song plays over the PA system, and a bunch of midgets emerge from the back. The first one to come out is dressed like CMS, and does all of his posturing, followed shortly by one dressed like Bobby King. After that, a midget made to look like Tony Valentino comes out, complete with a mini Mr. Gold in tow. Finally, a pint-sized version of Biggs comes out, complete with the ring jacket and shades. Biggs is laughing hysterically in the ring, while Ellie just points and snickers. Once all the little people are in the ring, Biggs calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Mini CMS vs MIni-Valentino vs. Mini-King vs. Mini-Biggs

Mini-CMS and Mini-Valentino are battling each other near the ropes, and the little version of Bobby King rushes over and clotheslines them out of the ring between the bottom and middle rope! As Mini-King turns around, he gets kicked in the gut by the Hobbit-sized Biggs, who then proceeds to deliver the Starmaker Flipping Urinagi Slam! Little Biggs hooks the leg while normal Biggs goes for the count, 1...2...3! DING! DING! DING!​

“Spaceman†begins to play as Biggs raises the little Biggs' arm in victory, and the defeated midgets make their way back up the aisle. Biggs is still laughing it up as Ellie hands him the mic back. The crowd boos loudly as Mini-Biggs imitates Biggs' eclectic dancing style.

Biggs: (To Mini-Biggs) I got to say it, you sure made short work of them, my friend! (To the crowd) And while I had some fun at the expense of my opponents here tonight, it doesn't even compare to the glory I shall create for my self at their expense when I become the first ever IWF Intercontinental Champion at Inception! Although I realize that the Fatal Fourway Match won't be nearly as easy as it was presented this evening, I am confident that the end result will be the same, with Biggs emerging victorious! Everything about me screams champion! I was denied my opportunity to become the IWF Heavyweight Champion, so for now, I'll have to settle on the IC belt. It'll be my stepping stone to bigger and better things. I didn't come to IWF to be anything but the best, and I still intend on reaching that goal. The bottom line is that in my match at Inception, I am the man most qualified to win the gold. I have beaten Mr. Enigma not once, but twice! Who else in professional wrestling can make that claim and be telling the truth? There's not too many! I am quite simply the most intellegent, the most athletic, the most thorough, and dare I say most skilled wrestler in the world today. I have been a multiple time world champion in other feds. Everywhere I go, I win championships, and IWF will be no different. At Inception, the IWF will crown an Intercontinental Champion you can all be proud of, even if you don't particularly like me. Why?

Ellie: Because he's simply out of this WORLD!

Biggs, Ellie, and Mini-Biggs all laugh in the ring as “Spaceman†begins to play again. The crowd is chanting “BIGGS SUCKS! BIGGS SUCKS!†as Biggs and Ellie dance to the song a bit in the ring before exiting. Mini-Biggs helps Biggs hold the ropes open for Ellie as they exit the ring, and the trio heads back up the aisle, insulting the fans as they go. When they get to the backstage area, Biggs shakes the hand of the midget, who then heads off to join the other little people. Biggs then turns to Ellie.

Biggs: Hey babe, great job out there! How about after the show, I take you out for a nice dinner.

Biggs cracks his trademark smirk once more.

Ellie: (giggling) I'd love that!

The two then walk off towards the locker room, eager to get on with the rest of their night.

 

[Qwake]

The scene opens showing Bobby King slowly walking through a local wrestling facility in the city of Detroit, King walks past numerous punching bags as they hang from the ceiling as other athletes punch away at them. Bobby glares at them all with an angry look upon his face as he continues to stroll past them at a slow pace; the room is filled with light from above as King walks shirtless with his lower ring attire on as well as a big white cast wrapped around his left arm. Bobby passes by many athletes as they stare at him recognising who he is, he doesn’t take notice as he storms past heading towards the big four sided ring at the end of the bright room. Around the ring lay big blue mats for protection from the hard concrete floor, BK advances towards the ring before finally reaching it; he walks over the protective mats and leaps up onto the apron. Bobby holds onto the top rope, he then enters the ring through the ropes and slowly circles the ring looking around; King then gets to the middle of the ring where he stands looking down at the canvas.

King: A couple of weeks ago before my match with Nic Stone and James Kash I was training, training hard. I was preparing for what would be the biggest match in my young career; I was hard at work getting ready to advance to the World Heavyweight Championship Match at the first IWF Pay-Per View, Inception. Before my match though I had a nagging arm injury, I thought I had just trained a little too much and I could sleep it off but that wasn’t the case. The next day was my triple threat match, I didn’t care that I was hurt; I was only focused on one thing, that one thing being victory. I went on to lose that match being pinned by Nic Stone and as soon as I left the ring I came straight back to my home here in Detroit in pain, the next day I went straight to the hospital where I was told I had fractured my wrist which was a shock to me as I had no idea what had caused it, the Doctor told me I would be out of action for up to one month but I didn’t approve of this!

Bobby looks at his tightly wrapped cast, he slowly walks towards the ring ropes and grabs the small towel that hangs over his shoulder, he then hangs it over the ropes before placing his water bottle down under the turnbuckle. King stands in the corner stretching his arms and legs out being careful with his hurt wrist as he prepares to train; Bobby flings his dark long hair out of his eyes as it dangles neatly behind his ears. BK takes a few deep breaths before making his way back to the middle of the ring; he looks up at the bright lights above the ring with a serious look across his face as a couple of people stare over at him from across the building. Bobby stares back with a look of anger before continuing to speak.

King: The Doctor told me I wouldn’t be allowed to compete for up to one month, if I did compete and hurt the wrist even more I was risking being out of action for twice as long but that didn’t stop me, as soon as I was told by the IWF staff that I would be in a qualifying match where if I won I would advance to an Intercontinental Championship Match I was right back in the ring, broken wrist or not, I wasn’t going to sit out and let someone else take the title that should be mine! At first I thought the wrist would slow me down, that it may cost me my dreams of winning gold but once I got in the ring it felt better then ever, with this big cast protecting it there was nothing that effected it, during the match I had actually forgotten that my wrist was fractured, well, right up until I smashed the cast over that punk Sam Caldwell’s head!

Bobby slowly moves towards the corner, he takes a few short steps before he leans backwards into the turnbuckle and takes a few breaths as he thinks, his hair drops down hanging over his face as he looks down at the canvas not looking as serious as he was before.

King: Now I know that beating Sam Caldwell with a broken wrist doesn’t mean much, hell, beating Caldwell with a blindfold on doesn’t mean much but it was a nice little warm-up match to show myself how I could do with the cast on and also show my opponents that it doesn’t effect my game at all. The pathetic ‘Force of a Million’ was forced to submit when I locked him into the Sharpshooter, he couldn’t take anymore of what I had to offer and repetitively tapped out to the hold which was a smart move because any longer and I would have snapped him in half! Caldwell never had a chance at beating me, no matter how much he claimed that he would defeat me, I, as well as all the worthless fans in the arena knew what Sammy had coming and what he had coming was the biggest ass kicking of his life. It’s funny because my three opponents at Inception will all suffer the exact same fate!

An evil smirk comes across the face of BK, he then begins to warm-up and train by getting familiar with the ring. King slowly jogs off into the ropes, he hits them and returns to the other side at speed, King continues to do so as he notices a man standing at ringside watching him. Bobby ignores the man and continues to run back and forth until BK stops where the man stands, King looks over the top rope, down at the man who is wearing darks shorts and a plain white singlet with sweat patches on it after training in the gym. Bobby stares at him as the man looks back with a puzzled look upon his face as if he knows Bobby from somewhere while BK begins to get frustrated.

King: What the hell is your problem?! What, have you never seen a man this talented? Have you never seen a man this perfectly sculpted? I can tell from the sweat stains showing on your singlet that you’ve been training hard to get a body like mine, haven’t you? Maybe that’s not it, maybe you just love to stare at people and annoy the crap out of them! Well look here mate, unless you want to end up like Sam Caldwell and be left on the ground near unconscious I’d suggest you get the hell away from me!

The man blankly looks at BK who stares back viciously. The man slowly backs away looking embarrassed as King continues to stare at him until he has moved right across the room, Bobby turns around and begins to focus once again, he stands in the center of the ring in silence looking down at the mat.

King: Alright, now that I have no distractions I can continue. On January 24th the IWF will be having their first Pay-Per-View, Inception, where every Championship in the IWF will be up for grabs, the World Heavyweight Championship, the Tag Team Championships and more Importantly, the Intercontinental Championship. I had the chance to be in the Main Event for the World Heavyweight Championship but it just wasn’t meant to be, I will be there in due time, right now I am being lead on another path, the path leading right to the vacant Intercontinental Championship. The road shall come to an end at Inception where four of us will meet face to face in the middle of the ring surrounded by one of, if not, thee biggest crowd the IWF has ever had, in Madison Square Garden, where I have always dreamed of wrestling! This has to be without a doubt the biggest match of my young career and it very well could be my opponents’ biggest matches thus far which means they’re all going to be on their game at Inception, sadly for them, their game doesn’t even compare with mine.

Bobby smiles evilly as he turns around only to notice that his two brothers Harry and Joey have entered the training Facility and are on their way over. They both get to the ring and leap up to the apron before entering the ring where they are greeted by their older brother, Bobby. The twin brothers shake Bobby’s hand before they put their gear down next to BK’s gear in the corner; Joey joins Bobby in the middle of the ring to begin wrestling with him as a warm up for Inception as Harry walks towards the ropes and gets out onto the apron ready to tag in. The Motorcity Mystery looks at his little brother, the younger of the siblings by a couple of minutes as slaps his hand as they begin to do battle. Joey charges at his holder brother who ducks and takes him down with an arm drag, Joey gets right back up as they tie up and continue to go at it for a couple of minutes. BK whips Joey across the ring to his brother, Harry, as they decide to take a short break.

King: At Inception I have three opponents, I have been studying them all week, first off we have “Spaceman†Biggs. The only thing the two of us have in common is the fact that people boo us; people would rather cheer for wrestlers that go by the crowds every move whereas myself and Biggs don’t give a crap about what the crowd thinks. Other then that, Biggs is a pathetic little runt of a man and if he thinks for one second that he has what it takes to defeat me then he is terribly mistaken, I think I’d have more of a challenge facing one of my brothers in my warm up match then facing him. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to take him lightly, he has talent and has been somewhat impressive thus far in the IWF, but if he gets in my way at anytime during the match I will not hesitate to break him in half! I’ll mess him up so badly that his little girlfriend, Ellie won’t even recognise him.

Bobby smirks, he then moves forward out of his corner as his brother Harry enters the ring to take Joey’s place as Joey steps out onto the ring apron. Harry slowly moves towards Bobby, the two slap hands before going at it, they grab one another, BK overpowers his younger brother and pulls him into a tight side headlock, he then lets Harry out before they go right back at each other. Harry charges at Bobby who drops and brings Harry to the mat with an arm drag before locking in an armbar, BK sees the pain in the eyes of his brother as he releases the hold. Bobby gets to his feet and backs away to his corner where he leans backwards into the turnbuckle with his head down as Harry slowly gets to his feet and joins Joey in his corner to take a break as Harry takes a few deep breaths. The twins both look at their older brother Bobby who is hardly fazed at all, the two talk in their corner as they drink from their water bottles as Bobby raises his head and pulls his hair away from his face.

King: Now onto my next opponent, he is well known and is probably the most successful out of the four of us in the IWF, the man I am speaking of is Carlos Mario Sequeira, CMS. Much like I said about Biggs, CMS and I both have one thing in common; this one thing being that we both so desperately want to make it to the top and we will do whatever it takes to get there. Carlos hails from Costa Rica, has a good build, you’d think he was brought up on the streets. CMS was with the IWF before they shutdown, he was wrestling there when I began and I always thought it would be good to get in the ring with him, well here’s my chance and getting a victory over him would be incredible. He calls himself ‘Bigger than life’, after Inception he’s going to have to call himself ‘In need of life’ after I’m through with him! He may be the favourite going into this match, he may have already accomplished many things throughout his career, but when it’s over; my arm will be raised as I am crowned the new Intercontinental Champion!

The twins both enter the ring as Bobby slowly comes forward out of his corner to take them both on at the same time. Bobby charges at them both as they both swing at BK who sucks and continues running, he hits the ropes and returns before diving at the two with a cross body but Bobby is caught and dropped straight onto the mat. For a couple of minutes the two work Bobby over, BK manages to escape when they all decide to call it quits for the day, Bobby looks surprised that the two were able to keep him down as he takes a few breaths while staring at his brothers, they all again shake hands as the twins both slowly walk off to use the other equipment in the facility as Bobby leans back into the ropes. BK then walks over and picks up his water bottle before beginning to speak.

King: Last and probably least we have Tony Valentino. With the other two I mentioned a couple similarities between us, well, when it comes to me and Tony there are none at all. We couldn’t be anymore different then one another. He calls himself ‘The Natural’ because he thinks he has the natural ability of a wrestler, well that ability didn’t show in our last match when I left him laid out in the middle of the ring. Valentino does everything for his fans, that won’t help him at all, especially not at Inception, no matter how much the crowd cheers for him they won’t be able to win Tony the Championship. If I were Valentino, I’d pull out of the match and continue to work on movies because at least with his movies he may have a chance at success, whereas there is no chance of him having success in this Championship Match as long as I am involved. Valentino, for the second time in your short career you will lose to the Motorcity Mystery, only this time it will be for the Intercontinental Championship which will make victory that much sweeter!

Bobby stands in the corner of the ring, he takes a drink from his water bottle before picking up his towel and wiping sweat off his face and arms, Bobby throws the towel over his shoulder as he takes another drink to re-hydrate himself. King looks out of the room as he flings his long brown hair off his face once again, BK then slowly walks around the ring before getting out onto the apron, he sits on the apron before dropping down to his feet as he leans back against the apron while holding his drink bottle with his towel hanging over his shoulder.

King: On January 24th at Inception, I will not beat one, nor two, but three men in the biggest match of what will be an amazing career of mine. No matter how talented the other three are, no matter who is supporting them, they cannot match up with the King! The day is nearing where I shall be in my first Championship Match in the Impact Wrestling Federation, in a matter of time yours truly will be crowned the new Intercontinental Champion and I shall sit on my throne as Champ for a long time to come. Biggs, CMS, Valentino, you all better be ready because when you enter the ring at Inception you’re all going to have to give it everything too even think about overcoming The King! At Inception the King shall be crowned, the man standing before you all as the new Intercontinental Champion will be none other then the Motorcity Mystery, Bobby King!

A smirk crosses Bobby’s face as he slowly begins to head towards the exit as the scene slowly fades out.​