Mayhem #1 - 10-Man Battle Royal

[kingaviles]

10-Man Battle Royal

(As the camera slowly fades into Dominick Aviles' multi-million dollar mansion, we see him sitting comfortably on his luxurious white leather couch with an alcoholic drink in his hand. He is wearing a pink, skin-tight Hollister t-shirt, and a pair of ripped blue jeans. He wears a navy blue New York Yankees hat backwards on his head, with Aviator shades covering his eyes. He takes a sip from his glass, swallows it down, and leans forward. As the camera zooms in closer, he notices it, and responds with a small grin, flashing his perfect white teeth. He takes another quick sip from his drink and places it on the coffee table in front of him. He rubs his goatee nonconsciously for a second, looking for the right words to say, and then begins speaking.)

Dominick: November 23rd... It's only a week and a half away, but it seems like an eternity. You know, a few years ago I was laying in a hospital bed, unsure of who I was...unsure of how I got there...unsure if tomorrow was in my future. But that's all in the past now. I know I'm the most devastating professional wrestler in the history of the sport, and quite frankly, you'd be lying to yourself if you didn't know that as well. If you're an up-and-comer, you've seen me in action before. You've seen my videos on YouTube, my documentaries on TV, read the books about me. I'm an icon, a living legend that's still half the age of the greatest wrestlers of all time. You all know what happened to the IWF after I wasn't around anymore... They shut it down... I MADE the IWF what it was! The only knock on my career is that I've never held the gold... but I was better than any champion that the IWF had to offer. The only reason, and I mean the ONLY reason I never had a shot at the gold, was because of my so called "superiors". That cheap suit wearing, broken english talking, piece of you-know-what, Montana did everything in his power to hold my career down. I was better than his little crew. "The Mobb"... please. Who knows where that one guy who used to wear the top hat is... And James Kash, well he's still waddling his cellulite-covered body around here, acting like he's running something. This time around, nobody is gonna stand in my way.

(Dominick reaches for his glass, looks at it, and swallows the rest down. He slams it down on the coffee table, grabs a bottle of Jack Daniels, and fills his glass back up. He takes another chug of the drink, wipes his mouth, and laughs to himself.)

Dominick: Especially not the nine bootleg "wrestlers" I'm pitted up against in that Battle Royal. I mean seriously... look at them, and then look at me. Does anyone know who they are? Someone needs to call in the IWF's main office, and ask to speak with the man who books the matches..because come on dude, nine nobodies and a superstar... wonder who's gonna win?! I mean, I know I've been out of action a while and all, but does anyone actually think that I have a chance of losing? I'm the mother-effing greatest, bro! But, it's whatev. Give me a minute to look over the list of chumps who I'm up against...

(Dominick reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. He unfolds it, and begins reading off the names out loud.)

Dominick: Bobby King. Hmm. The "Motor-City Mystery". El oh-freaking el, dude! I agree with the mystery part.. never heard of this fool in my life. I mean, for real.. the only thing I know is, Detroit is a arm-pit of a city. Let me tell you something, Bob-o... you're gonna have to get off your "throne" for a second, and realize that I'm not like any other chump in the ring. I don't bow down for anyone...well, except for that one time I wanted Alyssa to..well, we don't have to get in to this. But the moral of the story is, Booby Queen is going over the top rope. Heh, booby queen. That's funny. (laughs to himself for an extended amount of time.)

Ahh, I'm a funny guy. Who's next...oh God. The "Scottish Brave Heart", David Baptie. Hey, maybe after you and Booby Queen get tossed over the top rope, you guys can go buy dresses together. I'm sure that'll be oodles of fun! But you know, I'm not gonna rag on Scotland too much.. I've been with a Scottish chick before. Ohh yeahh.... (points at his eye.) Wink wink. But really, man, this guy is 5'11". I didn't know we had midgets in the IWF... What happened after I left, they turned this business into a circus or something? Either way, there's not a cat's chance in a Chinese restaurant that you're gonna last more than a minute in that ring, bro. I suggest you and your pretty lil' skirt stay as far away from me as possible.

Diamante Valentine. That name just sounds fancy. What is this? The United Nations of wrestling? I've had the..."pleasure" of hearing you attempt to speak the english language...and well, I must say you're pretty horrid at it. Honestly, bro, you should seriously consider bringing a translator with you at all times. I'm half Italian, myself, but I don't sound like a dog with peanut-butter stuck to the roof of it's mouth. You speak jibberish. Read a book, sometime. Do something, as long as it's not wrestling. Trust me, no one wants to see you in the ring. Keep on hitting on those ladies that are just sooooo into you. Trust me, when they run away from you and tell you to leave them alone, that just means they totally want you dude! But I mean, I'm sure you'd know that, considering you're such a master of the english language and all.

Uh oh. Big scary guy is next.."Horror" Harry Hager! Say that five times fast. I know why you're such a lunatic, dude. I get why you're such a crazy person. It's all good, it's understandable. I'd wear a mask too if my parents named me Harry. Seriously, am I supposed to be scared of a guy with that name? Because in all honestly, I just wanna shed a tear with you, bro. That name IS horrifying. "Harry". I get shivers just thinking about it.. scary. Ha, Scary Harry. See what I just made up there? I'm awesome...'nuff said.

Dear God this list is long.

(Dominick rubs his eyes, and takes another swig of Jack. Letting out a loud groan after he downs his drink, he seems noticeably drunker since the beginning of the interview. He burps loudly, chuckles about it, and looks back down at the list.)

Dominick: Josh Jones? Hmm. Never really heard about this guy. But you know what? I'm not gonna trash this guy. I'm getting kind of tired of bad-mouthing these bums.. JJ, you're gonna be my new best buddy. I promise not to throw you out of the ring, unless of course we're the last two guys in there..then, I'm gonna throw you on your freakin' head. The only thing I see here on this list about you is that your nickname is "The Dagger". I just gotta ask, why a dagger? Why not something cooler, like a machete or something. I don't know, but this page is all blank about you. You're pretty dull. Like a butter knife or something... Heh, "The Butter Knife" Josh Jonas.. I mean Jones. Whatever, you look like a Jonas brother. It's all good, broski. They get the ladies.. I think.

And next we have, Hokey Pokey...you guessed it, Loki! I saw a video about this guy the other day. Out in Las Vegas, face all painted up like a circus freak, talking to some random dude with a camera... Throwing guys in dumpsters. Uncalled for, man, uncalled for. I don't know what you're deal is, but you freak me out a little bit. Like those clowns in Cirque du Soleil. It's just weird, man. Grown men painting their face? It's a bit creepy to be honest.. how do you introduce yourself to women? "I'm Loki... I enjoy the hokey pokey, an occasional drink and smokey, oh, and I paint my face.. yeah it's a hobby of mine. Call me sometime? No? Okie dokie."

(Dominick childishly smiles and chugs down the rest of his drink. Almost immediately, he fills it back up again. He goes for another sip, this time some of his drink trickles down from his lips, dripping from his chin to his clothes. He wipes his mouth, and proceeds with the list.)

Dominick: Does anyone else feel like this is taking a really long time, or is it just me? I'm getting sick of talking to nobody. But oh well!

Louise Loiselle? Oh, lord... Do I even need to say anything about this french fry? No, I didn't think so either. Next.

"The Natural" Tony Valentino. Hmm, first Diamante Valentine, and now Tony Valentino? Sounds like you two are just a match made in heaven. If you guys aren't somewhere begging for change on the streets before February, maybe you can be eachother's valentines! But really, I've seen a few of your movies. My advice to you is to stick with acting. This ain't your business, bro, it's not your area of expertise. You're a rookie, and I'm a seasoned vet. Ain't no way you're getting through that match alive...and well, if you do, you're for sure not gonna be the one raising your arm at the end. Don't die in the ring, and you'll earn a little bit of my respect, movie star. Oh yeah, one other thing.. if you have Eva Mendes' number, hit your boy up. (Winks and then looks around.) Just kidding, Alyssa, if you're watching this! (whispering) No I'm not.....

Alright, last, and definitely least...some clown by the name of Young Mannie. Okay buddy, listen up. You're a joke, and a disgrace to everyone in this business. Yeah, I'm singling you out because you're just that big of a piece of worthless trash. Somehow, if you can get it through your thick, nappy head, you'd realize that this just isn't your game, kid. And you'd give up, and leave this business to the real pro's. I tell you what, November 23rd, you come find me. I DARE you to blow that cigarette smoke or whatever you're smoking in my face.. because I will destroy you. I'll break every last bone in your body, kiddo, because I dislike you that much. Take that as a challenge, because it is. And if you DON'T do it, you're the biggest piece of spineless trash I've ever seen. So you up to it? Think you can roll with the big boys? I'd like to see you try,.. "homie".

(Dominick, who is noticeably angry now, finishes the rest of his drink in one final gulp. He then throws the glass across the room, shattering it against the wall. He then attempts to stand up, only to realize that his balance is completely thrown off as a result of the alcohol, and he falls face-first onto his hardwood floor.)

Dominick: ...owwie.

(He continues to lie there without moving as the camera zooms out and fades into darkness.)

 

[The Leviathan]

The scene opens in Reliant Stadium where IWF's first return show will be happened in this venue. The camera then slowly fades showing a dark locker room inside the stadium where there can be seen some faulty wired lights flickering around the room. The camera zooms in and we can see a television featuring Dominick Aviles' latest interview about the 10 Man Battle Royal in his mansion.

As the interview ends, someone turn off the TV set and the lights finally went out. Then the camera opens its light and reveals that there is a man inside the room and he's Loki. The Nocturnal Adventurer is standing in front of the camera with his back leaned against the walls. The mysterious face masked wrestler stares down the camera and he slowly approaches it.

Loki: Dominick Aviles... A man who was so forgotten by IWF is back! The man who believes he's the one to thank why IWF is here. The man who I respected for so many time when I am watching this chaotic show, but now thinks that he already passed his prime and should stay in his multi-million nest to take a deep long rest, is now pulling up his pants for the fans and saying that he will be the last man standing in this 10 man battle royal.

Loki pauses for awhile as he shakes his head and gives a evil smirk in front of the camera until lights turned back as it is working just fine.

Loki: I am sorry to tell you, but you haven't really met the Lord of Mischief that's why you can brag all about yourself while drinking a glass of whiskey in a comfy couch.

I'll be entering the lion's den with nine ferocious lions trying to beat each other apart just to prove they are the more dominant one, but let me tell you, I am the lion tamer in this battle royal, just like how some of the Vegas performer do to their ton heavy pets. The ever pumped up Bobby King, Valentino, Diamante Valentine, Mannie, the comic representatives of France and Scotland Loiselle and Baptie. The school boy, Josh Jones, the mentally challenged Harry Hager and the man who never learned, Dominick Aviles, see you all at the 23rd and I'll definitely tell you that all of this WILL END THAT NIGHT!

The lights then suddenly went off and when it turns back, the mysterious Nocturnal Adventurer is totally gone like a wind. The camera then fades to black as this segment has finally ended.

 

[YoungMannie]

Pre-Determined Destiny

*Young Mannie Is Looking Over His Condo In D.C. At The Historic Landmarks*
A Old Man.......A Very Old Man Name Bones Told Me He Was Pre-Determined DESTINY You Know I've Been Over-Looked And Taken For Granted My Whole Life, So When I Took A Moment Better Yet A Red Sheild Moment.


*Mannie Ponders And Violently Pushes The Camera On The Floor*
(The Camera Is Now Shooting His Feet As He Can Somewhat Be Viewed Punishing The Camera Man And Finally Holding Him Over His Condo Window)


CM: Dude Take It Easy I Have Kids Man

YM: (Laughing) Kids You Know What I Could Care Less If You Were Adopted, I F&*%ing Hate People Like You......You THink You Have Control But You Don't You Have Too Understand People Like Me Are CONTROL (Laughing)

CM: I'll Give Whatever You Want Just Don't Kill Me

YM: Screw The Money And You Now What.....I'll Let You Go But 1st Tell Me And Anwser This If You Die Today What Would Be Your Tommorow?


CM:WHAT?????

YM: Don't Make Me Repeat Myself Anwser The Question?

CM: Ahhhhhhh God Ummmmmm IDK

YM: Excatly You Don't Know

*Mannie Lets The Camera Man Down And Tells Grab The Camera*

YM: Listen It Wasn't Personal..........Just Pre-Determined Destiny
In Life Nothing Is Granted It Is Forced Or Taken In This You Have Too Ask Yourself Do Make You Own Destiny Or Destiny Happens Too You, So Coming On The 10 Man Royal. I'ma Dominate My Destiny And Win By Any Means

(Camera Fades)

 

[Corrupt Mind]

"Unbelieveable"

*Diamente Is Shown In His Private Jet Flying Into The City Of Where Monday Night Mayhem Returns About Too Check Into A 5 Star Hotel*
(Checking In And Putting His Bags Down And Signaling He Ready To Start The Promo)


Nero: It's Funny I'm Suppose Too Challenge By The American Language But I Still Will Always Have More Women......More Money And More Riches Than You Dominque, If Your Wondering I Said Your Name Wrong No I Did'nt Your Nothing But A Lil Girl Who Can't Hold His Beer.



(He Brushes His Shoulders And Laughs Too Himself And Points At The Camera Man)



Nero: Excuse Me But Aren't You The Same Man Who Dared Too Confront A Memeber Of Red Shield Mafia?

CM: Look Man I Will Sue I Swear Too God If You Touch Me ( Holds Up Court Papers)


(Nero Laughs And Pats The Camera Man On Shoulder)

Nero: I Like Your Courage But Your Pretty Stupid I Thinking Maybe We Could Use You Will Talk More When I'm Done.......(Stares Back Into The Camera) Speaking Of The RSM I Find It Funny The Most Dominating And Intimdating Team.....THE RSM Is Forced Too Wrestle Each Other While The Too Pussies Of Teams Get Too (Does Air Quotes) Show Their The So Called Best Team. Well No Matter How You Try Get Rid Of Pre-Determind Destiny Cause No Matter What The Out Come Of The Match.......RSM Will Still Be A Team And A Force Too Hide From. As For The Rest Of The Wrestlers You Nothing Too Me


(Nero Tells The Camera Man Grabs His Bags)

Now If You Would Excuse Me I Have 5 Women In My Sweet Waiting For Me( Laughing) And If You Did'nt Knew By Now As You Can See.........(Pops His Collar And Smriks) I Want This S#!t Forever (Laughs)

*Camera Fades Slowly*

 

[Valentino]

(The scene opens up in a large and elegant restaurant. Waiters are seen carrying delicious smelling plates like filet mignon, roast duck, and lobster to their respective tables. As the camera focuses more clearly, we see newly signed IWF wrestler and promising young movie star Tony Valentino sitting at a booth. Across from him sits his agent, Mr.Gold, known to be one of the best, if not the best at what he does. A waiter has just brought out a bottle of champagne and poured it for the two)

Gold: This is it Tony! This is the life. We got offers coming in left and right. Your face is in every tabloid in the country..your living the dream!

Valentino: (raising his glass) Then lets toast!..Nothing but good things for us at the IWF.

(The two touch glasses and take a sip of their drink)

Gold: Ooh '74, that was a good freakin year.

Valentino: (laughing) And 2010 will be better. After working so hard to get into wrestling shape, and after shooting my last movie, this is what I really want...to be the IWF World Champion.

(Just then a beautiful young blonde walks by and catches the attention of both Mr.Gold and Valentino. She has the look of an actress and the walk of a supermodel. She smiles at Valentino as she walks by)

Valentino: Ok so THAT is what I really want!

(Gold and Valentino laugh as they take another sip of their drinks)

Gold: Listen Tony, I know we're celebrating your new gig and everything, but I have another surprise.

Valentino: No way, Scorsese wants me in his next movie?

Gold: Uh, no. Not that big of a surprise. If Scorsese wanted you in his movie, I'd be giving you the news in a brand new Armani suit and doing lines with Lindsey Lohan and Johnny Depp.

Valentino: What is it then?

Gold: I got you your first match, kid! November 23 in Houston.

Valentino: Your kidding me. You got me a match? I just signed my contract two days ago, the ink isnt even dry.

Gold: Hey, when I told you Im the best, what did you expect? Top of the line baby! Your going to be a superstar!

Valentino: I think this calls for some more bubbly.

(Valentino stops and asks a waiter for their finest bottle of champagne)

Valentino: So who is the unlucky guy?

Gold: Well heres the thing now Tony, its...well...its 9 other guys. Its a 10 man battle royal.

Valentino: Whoa, a 10 man battle what? No. No way. I didnt come here to do circus matches, you got that? Im not some scrub who you throw in against just anybody. What did you say to these guys?

Gold: What do you mean what did I say? I accepted. Listen, Tony, you gotta build your way up. You have to climb the ladder, you dont just start at the top. You didnt just jump into lead roles, you were doing pizza hut commercials back in New York.

Valentino: Hey, when I was 6 I had the lead role in my Christmas play.

Gold: Look...this is the big time. This isn't like Hollywood. If it was up to me you wouldn't even be setting foot in the ring, but your my boy and I got your back.

(Gold attempts a fist pound, but Valentino who is clearly upset leaves him hanging)

Valentino: I am Tony freakin Valentino though. Dont give me that start at the bottom BS. I made more money in the last 6 months than these guys have in the last 6 years. Im a certified headliner.

Gold: You dont think I know that?

Valentino: Yeah well its your job to make THEM know that.

Gold: And its YOUR job to show them that. You think I would just throw you in there with anybody. Theres some notable people in this battle royal.

Valentino: Yeah, like who?

Gold: Well you got this one guy who was supposed to be one of the best until he broke his head in a match or something. Dom..Dominick something..

Valentino: Great. My first match against 9 scrubs and one of them is a crippled has been. Are you kidding me?

Gold: I've heard some things about about Bobby King and Josh Jones.

Valentino: Yea well I havent. IWF wants to throw me in a BS match for my first fight, then I'll just have to do what I gotta do.

Gold: Now your talking. Handle your business! You got this.

Valentino: But this is it man. No more show openers. No more of these ridiculous 10 man battle royals. I came here to be a champion. I came here to have the spotlight on me, and I cant have the spotlight if there are 9 other guys stealing my thunder. I would rather sit this one at home then belittle myself. This is a set back!

Gold: It was either this or nothing! Would you rather be main eventing at some little backyard organization in some hick town? Trust me when I tell you I'm looking out for your best interest. Your going to be in Reliant Stadium! A huge difference from the gym we train at.

Valentino: Get on the phone and get me a better match. Do your job, thats what Im paying you for right? Theres got to be somebody who--

Gold: I am doing my job, now its time to start doing yours. I can only get you so far, now you have to let your talent speak for itself.

Valentino: Im sure they knew about my talent when they signed me.

(There is an unpleasant pause between the agent and his client. Valentino fumbles through his blackberry and Gold looks across the room)

Gold: (attempting to break the silence) Whats going on with the food already? Im starving...

(Valentino puts his phone back in his pocket and looks back at Gold)

Valentino: Monday Night Mayhem...I dont care who it is. Whoever gets in my way, Im laying them out. I AM a headliner..I AM a main eventer...and November 23rd...everybody is going to see for themselves.

Gold: (smiling) Now thats what I want to hear.

(Gold offers another handshake to Valentino. This time Tony responds by shaking hands as a waiter shows up with two large plates of food. The camera fades out as Valentino and his agent enjoy their celebration dinner)

 

[Qwake]

The scene opens very bright, it then begins to dim as you see the Motor City Mystery, Bobby King lying on a lawn chair outside his house in the sun. King lies in the hot sun with no shirt on, nothing but his short tights which he wrestles in occasionally as well as his sunglasses. Bobby sits up a little, he then begins to speak.

Bobby: I got some good news the other day. I was told when my first match in the new and improved Impact Wrestling Federation would be, it has been scheduled for next Monday for the return of Monday Night Mayhem!

King fully sits up; he grabs a glass of lemonade with ice in it on a little table next to his seat, he then drinks it down to the bottom before standing up and heading towards the front door of his house.

Bobby: So next Monday you will see the return of not only Monday Night Mayhem but also you will see the return of the King, Bobby King!

King gets to the front door which he opens; he walks inside his fancy private house and closes the door behind him. He walks through his house as the sun shines in through the windows; King makes his way over to the bench where he puts his empty glass before leaning against the bench.

Bobby: I am doing everything possible to get ready for the returning show, I have been training hard and have gotten my fitness back up, I have gotten my look back up now and after another day or two in the sun I will have my great Detroit tan back too.

King chuckles to himself as he slowly walks over into his lounge where he takes a seat on his couch and leans back, relaxing.

Bobby: Although I am extremely happy to know I have a match next Monday it doesn’t leave me with too much time to study my match, which is quite hard to do considering I will be in a 10-Man Battle Royal but with my talent and skill you really don’t need to do much studying for your matches. I’ve seen the list of the nine men I will be in the ring with so I’ll do a little rundown of what I know.

King leans forwards and grabs a little sheet of paper off a little coffee table, he then leans back and reads the names of his opponents.

Bobby: First off we have David Baptie, now you know he’s not going to be much of a threat considering he’s Scottish and all. Secondly we have Diamante Valentine, the so-called ladies man; he won’t be no ladies man once I’m through beating him! Next we have “Horror†Harry Hager, this guy…Or thing, I should say is insane, which shouldn’t be hard to turn against him. Also in the match is “The Dagger†Josh Jones, he is the prime example of what you don’t want to be, he’s pathetic, his every move isn’t for himself, its for the people watching him which is why it’ll be so easy to throw his ass out of the ring.

King laughs to himself as he continues to read down the sheet of paper, he puts his feet up on the little table as he relaxes a little more.

Bobby: Next up is some guy named Loki, now I as well as many others don’t know too much about him but what I do know is he’s a daredevil, sometimes this can be a good thing but a lot of the time it’s a bad thing which shouldn’t make him to hard to eliminate. Also in the match is a man who goes by the name of Young Mannie, seriously, what sort of a name is that?! I don’t expect too much out of him considering he’s a stoner and with a name like that its not hard to tell that he is, I don’t need to eliminate him in the Battle Royal, he’ll probably do that himself.

King laughs to himself as he stands up and slowly walks across the room, he stops in front of his windows as the sun shines upon him while he looks outside, King then carries on talking.

Bobby: Up next is “The Natural†Tony Valentino, some so-called high class wannabe actor, once the Battle Royal begins I’m gonna send this guy right back to Hollywood. Another competitor in the match is Louis Loiselle, all I know about him is that he doesn’t always go by the rules which I like, but also that he’s French which is his downside and should make for an easy elimination.

King smirks as he walks back across the room, he pulls a chair out from the table and takes a seat, he then continues to speak.

Bobby: Now last of all we have “Devastating†Dominick Aviles, a former wrestler of the Impact Wrestling Federation, Aviles was there long before I first appeared there, he was quite popular in his time there previously too, unfortunately for him he suffered a terrible head injury and has had many problems ever since, now he has finally returned to the IWF but he suffers from memory loss and still has problems since his injury, knowing all of this really helps me because once I beat him down and throw him out of the ring I will rise in the IWF, I wouldn’t be surprised if I gave him a couple more head injuries in the process either.

An evil smirk slowly crosses King’s face as he slowly gets to his feet.

Bobby: Wow, I just listed all nine of my opponents for next Monday and not one of them sounds as though they have what it takes to beat me, I think out of the lot the only guy that may come close is a man with serious head injuries that can barely think straight or maybe a Frenchman which shows how bad the competition is, but everybody has to start somewhere, don’t they?

BK flings his long hair out of his eyes; he then slowly begins to walk down a hallway in his house.

Bobby: I’m not going to take this match lightly though, I’ve done that before and it didn’t go my way, I am going to be at them all match and not give up, after I am done with this match my status in IWF will be at a new level that it hasn’t been at before. The winner next Monday will be none other then the Motor City Mystery, Bobby King!

Bobby continues to walk down the hallway as the scene slowly fades out.

 

[the hibee wwe fan]

10 men

The camera enters a gym where someone is breathing heavily, they then here 98, 99, 110 who arr. the camera hen looks round the gym as David stands up after 100 press ups.

Baptie "Ladies and gentlemen, the most sexiest Scot's man to enter IWF is back. Now since my little break, I've been back home and done alot of thinking. One conclusions I have came to is, if I want to become famous in America, Britian and Canada I need to win a title."

David takes a huge deep breath.

Baptie "Now in the 10 man battle royal, there's one reason I will win. I float like a butterfly in the ring but I also sting like a bee (a cocky smile appears on David's face). Now my Mike Tyson quotes might not be upto date but my arsenal is."

David walks down a little runs to a wall and pounces off doing a huge backflip.

Baptie "A little secret about me, I used to do free running. Now that maybe a new sport but I found out about it roughly 10 years ago and have never looked back. Now free running helps me with two things. Number one my flotations around the ring, I will float from corner to another in only one transistion and number two my endurance. Now my cardio repiratory endurance is probley top in this company. I will be champion at the end of the ten man battle royal."

David walks over to a punch bag and does an eight punch combination.

Baptie "What did i tell you, float like a butterfly but sting like a bee."

The camera fades to black as you can here David do more punches on the punch bag.

 

[The Ripper]

One man left standing

The Camera opens up on a small gym and a man approaches whilst placing a black hooded top with a small IWF logo on the chest, over his head before adjusting it to fit right and places the hood up. The man approaches the camera and reveals himself to be Josh Jones.

JJ: Glad you found the place, but I'm finished here for the day so if you follow me I'll do my small piece for you.

the camera follows Jones as he crosses the gym waving bye to people before coming to a fire exit door, he pushes it open and holds the door for the camera guy. The camera looks up to reveal a long dark road.

JJ: Dont worry the guys who live around here all know me, plus my car isn't to far away.

Both men start to walk down the road as the camera man stays a foot behind Jones at all times.

JJ: So this is me Josh Jones, I may be new to alot of people but for years I have studied the art of wrestling around the world, working to one day make it to the bigger promotions where I can apply my trade in front of thousands of people. I have worked hard to be able to break free of all the things that could and should have held me down in life, knowing that the thing that hurt me only make me stronger which is why the other nine men who stand in my way in my debut match will face the biggest fight to throw me over that top rope.

Jones signals to turn right of the road and on to a road which is lit a bit better.

JJ: They should know that nothing they do will stop me trying my hardest to win this match, nothing has ever been able to stop me reaching the higest I can go in this business, not even when I was caught up in a bar fight when I was just breaking in and I was stabbed with some sort of dagger which doctors say nearly killed me could keep me down. Instead I took it and turned it into a name for myself helping to push me on till I reached this point.

JJ approaches a car and with a click of a button and flash of a light the car is unlocked and JJ pulls down his hood looking into the camera.

JJ: And just like a dagger I will burst through the heart of IWF and scale to all new heights in my carrer starting with the ten man battle royal because there can be only one man left standing and that man is ME!

JJ opens car door and climbs into the car closing the door behind him. JJ starts the car but before pulling away puts the window down.

JJ: Was that ok? A bit of editing should make that look good.

The window then goes back up before the car pulls away leaving the camera man stood in the middle of nowhere with a street lamp flickering before going out all together.​

 

[monkeystyle]

One man, nine little children

*The sky is bright blue, the clouds are wispy and the sun is shining down upon a bustling, noisy Paris street. Sitting outside a small cafe, smoking a Gauloise and drinking a cafe au lait is Louis Loiselle. He noticed the cameraman and beckons him to the table to sit down and join him for a snack.*

Bonjour a tout mes amis. Je m'appel Louis Loiselle and I am a French legende just like Charles De Gaulle and Napoleon, only much taller and far more heroic! I am an athlete, an entertainer and a tremendous lover. Mais oui, what else would you expect? I am French!

One theeng you may not know however is that I am the greatest wrestler in the world! I have won championships the world over and now I am coming to America to seek the beegest prize of them all, le championship de IWF. And now I am supposed to be on my way for a championship match but mais non, I have to beat nine little boys in a battle royale! As if they think they have a chance against moi. It is an insult to my character, my ability and oui, to the entire French peoples!

But, what can I do? I weel come to Amerique and I will beat up the leetle children and throw them over the top rope so they may run and bury their poor little faces in their maman's bosom and cry themselves to sleep. Then I weel come for the championship belt and make eet mine.

How do I know this? Je suis Francais! Et les Francais never lose.

 

[Valentino]

(The scene opens in a small gym. Free weights clutter the tiny room. Only one person is seen using the equipment, and as the camera moves closer, it is found to be Mr.Gold, agent to Tony Valentino. He is dressed in regular work out apparel, nika shorts and a sweat drenched grey sleeveless shirt. He finishes his last set and wipes his brow. He walks over to a nearby bench, where he reaches something in his gym bag. Obviously frustrated, he looks at his cell phone)

Gold: Where is he!?!?

(He hits speed dial and calls Tony Valentino. He glances at himself in the mirror and flexes his right arm as he waits for Tony to pick up)--------------------------------------------------------------------------

(The phone is answered by a beautiful blonde woman. She is laying alone in bed, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail and her body hidden underneath the sheets)

Girl: Hello?

Gold: Hello? Who is this? Wheres Tony? Put Tony on the phone!

Girl: (yelling towards another room) Tonyyyyyy! Someone wants to talk to you..

(Valentino walks out of the bathroom down the hall only wearing a towel and his gold necklace. His hair is still wet from the shower)

Valentino: Put it on speaker.

Gold: Tony...whats going on? Where are you man? You missed your workout.

Valentino: Oh, I got a workout, dont worry about that. Besides, my match is only a few days away. I didnt want to risk pulling something and being hurt for my debut.

Gold: Yeah? You think the 9 other guys your facing are taking it easy? Whos the chick anyway?

Valentino: Relax. The "chick" has a name..her name is Nikki and she works over here at the hotel. Aaaand she happened to be kind enough to show me how the tv works in my room.

Gold: Yeah, Im sure thats all she showed you...Look, its Friday. You only have a few days to get yourself ready.

Valentino: Im ready. I've been ready. Is Bobby King ready? Thats the real question. Is Dominick Aviles ready? Is Louiselle ready?

Gold: Yeah but..

Valentino: But nothing. IM READY!

(Nikki gets up and walks over to Tony Valentino. She puts her arms around him and whipsers something in his ear)

Valentino: Well Im pretty busy right now. Thanks for checking in on me "pop", lets do lunch tomorrow. I've been meaning to see some more of Texas.

(Valentino hangs up as the scene goes back to Mr Gold in the gym. He lets out a frustration yell and throws his phone at the wall as the camera fades out)

 

[JMay187]

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