Fear... FEAR! Fear the Chaos... Ahahahahaha! Fear the Midget... |
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The Scene opens in Hollywood California, on a beautiful bright summer day. We are at the foot of a large hill that is the foothold for the large luxurious house of “Primetime” Paul Roberts, with a shiny red Hummer H2 sitting in the expensive stone drive way. The camera pans over the house and the hills behind it. It’s been some time since not only viewers of ICWF but wrestling fans in general have seen the greatest wrestler of all time. The last time we saw him on TV he had injured his ankle in a match that he surely would have won against “Ice Cold” Myke Larson. Unfortunately for all the wrestling fans out there Paul Roberts was injured in the match and was unable to compete for the World Championship at the ICWF’s biggest PPV of the year. Could this actually be? Could Paul Roberts be returning from his ankle injury? Will wrestling actually be worth watching again? Pro wrestling surely has not been the same since Roberts has been gone. But in all the sea of mediocrity one man is a shining star since Roberts has been gone. Roberts’ former tag team partner in Chaos Theory Masset as joined ICWF, and this put a smile on “Primetime’s” face, but more importantly a smile on the face of every wrestling fan out there. The thought of a Chaos Theory reunion is something wrestling fans have been dreaming of since the exodus of ASW.
Continuing to pan the magnificent property of the greatest of all time, turning and viewing the street we see traffic speeding by, one car stands out….one car smaller than most others….going slower than most others…sounding worse than most others….pulls up into the driveway. The dirty silver Chevy Metro looks almost embarrassing next to the shiny H2 Hummer it’s by. The Metro backfires in a black cloud of exhaust as the engine slows and eventually turns off. Through the glare on the windshield we can see the shadows of two men, one a large built man and the other of a small, almost miniature person in the passenger seat. As the driver steps out, we can see that it is Masset, one of the greatest wrestlers of all time. The passenger door opens as the camera pans over looking for feet to hit the stone driveway but there is nothing….plop….and two small feet hit the ground as the miniature man shuts the door behind him. It’s Masset’s trusty manager Snow. Snow: Wow….this place makes your dump look like a piece of crap. Masset: Thanks Snow, that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Snow: Man, look at that H2. That’s what a real man drives, which explains you driving a Metro….lets steal it! Masset: No, I don’t think he will take too kindly to us stealing his car. The goal is to bring back Chaos Theory…not destroy it. Snow: Even so, let’s steal it anyway, after he agrees to come back. I want that car. Masset ignores Snow and heads up to the front door, Masset is dressed in blue jeans and a black T shirt with his name in silver pasted across it, dark blue shades shield his eyes from the bright summer sun. Walking up to the massive house at the top of the hill, he rings the door bell and awaits an answer, while Snow is peering into his reflection in the Shiny chrome rims on the H2. Ringing the bell again we can see Paul Roberts coming to the front door with a smile on his face, no visible limp as he opens the door. Primetime: Come crawling back, eh? Masset: Well I wouldn’t call it crawling…. Snow: I would…he has been whining and crying for weeks about how no one will take him seriously. He has come here to beg you to come back to put Chaos Theory back together. Primetime: I see you haven’t changed Snow. Snow: And neither have you…still as douchey as ever. Primetime: Come on in Masset. Roberts opens the door and Masset follows inside, with Snow following close behind, Masset does not hold the door for Snow and the door slams shut smacking Snow square in his face! Snow: Son of a! Snow says grunting in pain, as his stubby arms open the door. Primetime: What can I do for you, my friend? Snow: I already told you he— Masset: I wanted to see how you were doing, how your ankle was healing up. Primetime: Oh, I have been healed up for weeks. Masset: What? Why haven’t you come back yet then? ICWF management told me that you told them you were still in a wheel chair. Primetime: Yeah….well I’m on injured reserve, I get a paycheck to sit at home and do nothing, and to be honest I grew bored of the good for nothing roster that the place had. So I guess you could say I am milking my injured reserve pay, but really what is my motivation? Masset just shaking his head surprised at Roberts response. Primetime: I mean seriously, if I go back and bust my ass, beating the crap out of everyone in a roster full of nobodies, I don’t see another dime. Signing with the ICWF was the worst mistake I ever made, but if they want to pay me to sit at home and mow my lawn then why not? So what’s my motivation? Masset: So what’s your plan? Primetime: Sitting a home till my ICWF contract expires seems like a pretty good idea right now. Masset: So what if management finds out what you’re doing? Primetime: If that’s my only motivation is not to get hassled by management well then I will for sure just stay home, ‘cause what are they going to do? Ground me? Give me a spanking? Worst they could do is get mad and release me from my contract, and well that would be doing me a favor. Masset: What if I told you, hypothetically…and believe me, this is strictly hypothetical…. Both Roberts and Masset laugh. Masset: But what if I could get us some kind of tag title shot, main event, would that do anything for you? Roberts still laughing. Primetime: I don’t know I guess. Snow: ….I could have sworn I have seen this somewhere before. Masset: So you’ll come back then? Primetime: Sure…why not. Snow: Well that’s nice that you two cold kiss and make up, but did you forget that you told ICWF management you were still in a wheel chair Einstein? Primetime: Snow, I am an extraordinary man, capable of extraordinary things. Snow: That’s nice. Snow says rolling his eyes, as the three men walk back outside. After all three men are outside you hear a toilet flush from a nearby room the door opens and Chad Monie walks out closing his cell phone. Chad: Okay, Paul I called ICWF and told management that your ankle has a serious infection and you will be out for at least three more months….. Money says laughing looking around for Roberts. Chad: Paul? Just like you wanted….Paul? Where did he go? Paul we still going to the strip club tonight? Paul? What the hell? It would appear that the return of the Roberts/Masset version of Chaos Theory is set up for a big return. It’s time for ICWF to feel a little Chaos Theory and you can believe it when you hear ….that after this…you’ll be begging for more.
Masset and Paul Roberts ICWF: Tag Team Record: 0-0-0 *Fade to Black*
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