(90 miles per hour, 100 miles per hour, 110, 120…The MR2 of Weapon just gets faster as he speeds down the highways clear road, the traffic is non-exsistent except for the odd car in the slow lane, he drops into fourth gear and slows to 90, turning off into his junction cutting up a car on his way over, he drives up to a roundabout and quickly speeds round it, however a police car soon sees his speeding and make a move to intercept, there sirens go off as they begin there 95 mile per hour chase they are signing for Weapon to pull over but Lethal just ignores them and turns up his speakers, the red and black sound system is impressive, costing around $10,000 dollars, they sound of Dr Dre is playing, the beat causing the speakers to near enough bounce, again Weapon looks in his rear view mirror, the police are getting angry, Weapon sighs and pulls over slowing down along the side of the road, the police cars door opens and the officer has his Weapon pulled he leans it on the car door and aims it at the car.)
Officer:
Sir, please step out of the veichle with your hands in the air, slowly get down and lay face down on the concrete below you and place your hands behind your back!
(Weapon sighs and opens his car door with complete sarcasm, he smiles down at his DWA world Championship sitting on the passenger seat and steps out of the veichle as asked his hands in the air, the officer and his partner seem surprised to see such a huge man stepping out of the car and look a little worried now as they realise its Lethal Weapon. However the DWA Champion and one of the newest wrestlers to CWA for once behaves himself and drops to his knees then lays flat placing his arms behind his back, the two officers look surprised at his will to co-operate.
They walk over to Weapon, there guns still drawn, one of the officers walks over to the car checking for drugs or signs of drinking, the other grabs his handcuffs, he places one of them over the wrist of Weapon, suddenly Weapon grabs the mans wrist and jumps over onto his back raising his arm at the same time smashing his fist into the chin of the officer who falls onto his back dropping his Weapon, the other officer turns going for his gun, Weapon jumps onto his feet and quickly kicks the man in the chest knocking him back into Toyotas black and red frame, he grabs the man by the arm and twists it before smashing his forearm off the bottom of the twisted joint braking it in two, suddenly a shot is fired but the bullet misses and hits Weapons car instead!
He looks at the bullet hole for a second letting go of the police officer with the broken arm and turning to the other man a bruise coming up on his chin, the officer goes to fire another round but forgot he was playing with his weapon at the station and forgot to load it properly, he drops the clip out and quickly tries to replace it with another but Weapon swings his arm just missing the officers face with his fist instead smashing the lose handcuff across the jaw of the law official knocking the man out cold, he smiles taking the key from the officers belt and unlocking the handcuff, he turns to see the other officer back to his feet crying over his arm, he is trying to load his six shooter with one hand but is having no luck, Weapon walks toward him and smashes the gun out of his hand, the officer quivers in fear urine running down his leg, Weapon just grabs the man by the throat holding him against the car, he raises his fist above his head but before he can bring it down the officer collapses, Weapon throws him down in a sign of disrespect, he just smiles taking a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket and placing them over his eyes, he looks round at the deserted area then up at the hot sun, he turns and looks once more at the two downed officers before stepping back into his car and driving off.
2 Hours passed since his run in with the police as Weapon continues his drive to the CWA arena ready for the first match of his career in the federation, a man named The Freak himself, Weapon looks over at a small local resturant one of those dirty run down places owned by a fat New Yorker that you always see biting on a toothpick, at least that’s what Weapon thought, he pulled in and sat in his car for a second sorting through some papers beside him that were held down by the DWA world title, he opens a folder that has inside documentation of the past of The Freak as well as pictures and explanations of each of his moves that can be used to defeat him in there match, it has his basic stats as well, Age, Weight etc, Weapon had managed to snatch it from Shannon’s office while arranging his terms and conditions for a new contract in the CWA.
He knew no doubt Shannon knew the file was missing, every good owner would, and he knew most likely that Shannon had passed on his own file to Freak to make sure everything stayed fair, but Weapon knew the documentation in his folder didn’t tell anyone much as his history is brief and undescriptive and his list of moves samples just a few of those he is capable of pulling off, he also knew that word and pictures were nowhere near close to enough to defeat him in the ring, Weapon had passion, determination, he had desire, and self motivation as well as the potential to kick the ass of anyone stupid enough to stand in his way especially now.
He steps out of his car and closes the door, he holds the folder under his arm and using the automatic lock from his key switch he locks up before walking over to the café.
As he steps in he can’t believe what he is seeing, the outside was a true dump but the inside seemed new, the chairs were clean and unruined, the paint was a fresh coat without one sign of wear, the counter was clean and actually shiny, he shook the thought out of his head, but it soon returned with a sense of humor as the owner a small fat man in a vest walks out a toothpick in his mouth and a true unhealthy look about him, he begins speaking to one of the guys at the other end of the bar and surprise he has a New York accent!
He smiles before turning his attention to the women behind the bar, she was dressed in a normal clothes her only uniform being a small blue apron and a dry tea towel tucked inside her trousers, she is pretty, 5ft 6, 5ft 5” maybe, she has bright blue eyes and not to much make up, she has the look of the girl next door type.)
Waitress:
Hey, what can I get you?
(Her voice was soft and without much of a local accent, it was obvious she had just moved here and this job was just to keep her going.)
Weapon:
Er… Coffee please love.
(The Waitress smiles and turns to get Weapons coffee, Lethal can’t seem to take his eyes of the waitress’s great looking arse, her figure is one of those that is slim and curvy and her arse….Damn her arse!
Suddenly she turns back toward him with his coffee, and places It in front of him.)
Waitress:
A dollar please.
(Weapon smiles pulling out $50, he smiles and winks at the girl, who just smiles unsure how to take Weapons offer.)
Waitress:
I’m no whore sir, I said a dollar, not 50.
Weapon:
Take a dollar for the coffee take $49 for yourself, I am not interested in anything else from you, I am a busy man with a lot to do, even if I was interested it would be after a meal and a great evening out not over $49 dollars and a small bar counter.
(The Waitress looks a little took back by what she has just heard and smiles embarrassed by weapons comments, she takes the money and walks to the till, Weapon just smiles himself a small thought going to his ex-wife Sheryl who split up with him not long ago, he wipes the thought and grabs the folder and his coffee walking over to a vacant table and opening the documents, a picture of Freak is on the front page his basic stats underneath, he reads the page comparing in his mind the difference in weight and height, the disadvantages he might have with the comparison results.
He turns the page and reads carefully through the past of Freak, certain parts of it catch his attention, he reads to the end of the second page and then turns to the page documentating the moves and finisher of Freak. He begins thinking of counters, and ways to work out of such moves, some obvious, some a little far fetched, but some that might just work and confuse Freak into panicking and making some costly mistakes. Suddenly his track of thought is interrupted by the waitress.)
Waitress:
Something wrong with your coffee sir, you haven’t drank a bit.
Weapon:
Oh no, sorry, I was reading.
Waitress:
Reading for your debut then huh?
Weapon:
You know of me?
Waitress:
Ha, who dosen’t, your Lethal Weapon, my son is your biggest fan, he loved you even when the fans hated you.
(Weapon smiles.)
Weapon:
That’s nice, I look forward to keeping him happy…..Here give him these.
(He reaches down into his pocket and pulls out a couple of tickets for the CWA event, he smiles and collects his folder before leaving the small café and walking into the now misty night, he unlocks his car causing it to light up and beep, he opens the drivers door and gets in placing the documents back under the World belt, he reverse out of the café and drives off at speed continuing his trip to the arena.
Its dark as Weapon reaches the city of his next match this time for the CWA under the ownership of Shannon Skanes a man unexprienced in dealing with Weapons lack of respect for authority, the MR2 turns left down a road full of lights and clubs, taxis can be seen everywhere as drunk men and women step out of the clubs early, obviously not able to handle there drink, he turns left again where the clubs continue, suddenly he pulls into a car park for staff and visitors, the barricade opens and Weapon drives his car into the parking lot, he sees a free space and parks up. He grabs his DWA belt and steps out of his car, he can hear a lot of cheering through the wall and some loud music, he closes his door and again locks it before walking threw a set of double doors, he suddenly hears his name announced, he walks out to a huge eruption of fans for both DWA and CWA.
He is standing above the large amount of people on the DJ stand that overhangs the dance floor, he is handed a mic and waits for the fans to slowly calm down as they do he raises the mic to his mouth and begins with what he has to say.)
Weapon:
Wow, what a reception…Now I have a few things to talk about and you guys know what I mean, the CWA is the newest fed with the Weapons name on the roster and the biggest fed with the Weapons name on it, now even bigger that the ink is on the paper, Shannon hired me for one reason and one reason only, ratings, he hired me for that reason alone, he knows I hate authority he knows I am hard to handle, if possible at all, he knows all about my past, but he is still a proven businessman with a good roster piled with talent, one of those men is my opponent at Assault a former World Champion in the AWA, a man who has proven he can play the game with the best of us.
Now Freak, I am a cautious man and I made sure that at my meeting with Shannon Skanes today I would get some information on you, but Shannon was stupid enough to leave the room and allow me a quick look around to which I found your folder, your info and your stats, and to be honest there impressive!
You have an all round style and a lot of speed much like myself, however your height and weight is not an advantage for you as you are a good 90 odd pounds lighter then me and a good 4” shorter, meaning you have a smaller reach and are easier to hold.
Freak, I read this and noticed you are actually a cruiserweight, a good weight to watch for the high flying abilities and by this I can only guess you are a master on the ropes, so at Assault I will be careful of that.
However, your ability in the air is more then matched by my ability on the ground and in my opinion you will have trouble against me if you do not be careful of what my strength and power can do.
You see I am also a former, and current World Champion, this belt right here being the DWA World Undisputed Championship, a belt I won by destroying 4 other guys in a hell in a cell elimination match hardcore rules, a match that left two men with no careers and three men with injuries that were nearly career ending. Now freak I am not boasting about this, you do not know anything off those events and they mean nothing to you, all I am trying to say is you have a scar, well good cause I have some to and given the chance for glory I’d gladly have another!
Now Freak, on my travels here a lot has happened and a lot has passed through my mind about things such as my wife, child, two downed police officers and a waitress with a cute ass!
But somewhere in all of that I took a lot in about you and I learned a lot from your papers, about Charles Menzayna, the SPW, Your Injury and Car Accident and your hell in the cell match that had you hurt for 5 months.
I also have thought a lot about the Coma a moved performed once by your teacher and legend wrestler The Crutch, as well as your own finisher The Anathema.
Now both of these are dangerous moves and situations I would not want myself in the position of feeling first hand, so first I have to ask myself how do I beat that.
Well its simple, just like you I am a all round wrestler, difference is I have a weight and height advantage as well as a big difference in power, if I can cause you to slip up which I think I can, either the Burning Bullet or The End should be able to do the job and gain me a win in my first CWA match up!
Now Freak I have to admit, The Crutch is a big name to live off, much like Stu Hart or Freddie Blassie, he is a true legend to this industry and man known and respected by myself and all those with a true passion for this business and all that, that comes with it. Now Freak, I am interested to see how we get on and fight it out, I personally think this is a match I should be capable of winning, but I have to be careful of getting over confident so I have levelled my head and shown you respect, the type that comes and goes depending on whether you decide to perform against me or drop your match to the better man.
Oh sorry, did I say better man, I meant erm….Oh what the hell!
Yeah the better man damn it, I am the only WFN Champion in history to hold the belt 3 and four times, I was the man that killed of the Death Row Brothers a legendary tag team in the wrestling business, I was the man that delivered the knock out blows, to the CDC, Mike Trojan, AYM, Lifetaker and even Cell Block!
(Suddenly the DJ leans over and whispers something in Weapons ear, Weapon pushes the DJ on his arse and just looks angrily at him, the fans are now unsure how to take Weapons new persona, as he shows his evil streak that once ran four years ago in the halls of the WFN.)
Weapon:
So I heard something just now, and I am not sure what to make of it, Cell Block is no longer retired…6 Pac is here with the Mean Spastic Knobs, one of which is a former enemy of mine in Romeo Salvador, the other a women I have been unable to see for years, a women that was once my student and stable mate, but left me for the MSK and turned on me in an attempt to steal the spotlight, in an attempt to take what is and will always be rightfully mine, Sable, however I hear she has hidden her name so she doesn’t alert that dangerous stalker of hers Eddie Mother Fucking Vines, my former friend that she sent into a mental state!
Ha, seems Freak, you are not the only direction I should be looking, instead I got the damn WFN boys and girls from way back trying to mount a serious challenge against the federation, a challenge they could not win even if they tried, back in the day WFN had a serious advantage a power that could destroy any fed that challenged it, Me! This little group of wannabes could not make proud the days of WFN, they couldn’t give the fans an the wrestlers the competition and entertainment that they use to without my help, I mean just look at there careers since I left them, they are a tattered state, Romeo is just a mere image of what he use to be, Dex and Rex are growing old together and are still lonely, Sable is no more then a frightened female quivering in the corner wrapped up in her safety blanket hoping that psycho doesn’t find her and finish her for good and 6 Pac is no more then an idiot that can’t even hold the damn MSK together anymore, I mean look at Fubu! He is running all over this joint attacking his former friends! 6 Pac has finally lost his touch, and he knows it!
As for Cell Block, well what can I say, he will never change, he hired me into the CDC, he bought me up the way of the Crack Daddy Clique then got his arse kicked by his own student, he even lost his boys to me. All in a poor attempt to destroy me from the roster and his life, but unlike everyone else he faced, he never managed to get the upper hand on me and CDC was no more then a devastating disaster area destroyed by the one man that had the power to do it, Lethal Weapon. So what does he do now, knowing he can’t do it on his own anymore he runs to his former arch enemy 6 Pac and gets his shelter.
Well Cell Block, nice seeing ya again, now if you don’t mind, after I dispose of Freak at Assault I have a ladder to climb and your position on that ladder should be further down the track so I am just going to climb above you and begin reaching for the top, whether that means I destroy you in the process along with your little buddies the MSK or not.
Cell Block you stay out of my way, and I will stay out of yours, but if you are dumb enough to once again stand before me I will take you out and destroy you like I did before, but this time I will destroy your career for good, and never allow you to return to the wrestling world, basically Cell Block that 150ft drop Jaime of the DRB took will be rehearsed again if you stop my way to the top, understand? So I suggest for once you do something intelligent and stay the hell out of my way.
Now the ladder is long and hard I have plenty of matches to win before I get my shot at that title, but to start at Assault I have that no good piece of crap Freak, a man that has been taught by the very best…Nearly…And now thinks because he has a small amount of fortune in the Wrestling world he has the right to come face to face with the biggest name in the game, the Lethal Weapon.
Now Freak you know as well as I do that at Assault you have no chance of victory, of the 1..2..3, of the best damn upset in the history of the wrestling business, you see you have held the AWA World title twice, I had the WFN title 4 times, right now I have the DWA World title, I had the RIW World title, the NMW world title, the OLD CWA world title in the fed owned by my former wife Sheryl, I had the whole damn industry at my finger tips and I still do! Its my era in this sport, and its not over yet, Stone Cold, The Rock, Undertaker, 6 Pac, Cell Block, AYM, they all had there chances, there times, but they lost it, they lost there top name status and for the last four years I have held it high above all challengers and will continue to do so for as long as I fight in this business.
I made this industry, this whole business what it is today, I made the bad ass wrestling before Stone Cold even attempted it, I gave the business the attitude before Triple H had even become big, I am and always was the main name on the bill and the biggest seat seller in the business today.
Shannon knows that, he hired me for that exact reason, seeing old men like Hogan, Piper and Cell Block run around the screen is not what the fans want anymore, they want prime athletes in the peak of there careers and that’s exactly the reason I am here, the reason I am going to win at assault and the reason I am the main event, the real show stopper and the No.1 Assassin this sport has lablled me as.
Freak at Assault you will see why I am the best in the business, and you fill the pain I have to offer, and Freak be careful interviewing against me cause one phrase I use often comes to mind.
Don’t Hunt, what you cannot Kill…….Don’t Attack….What you Cannot….Destroy.
At Assault Freak, you, the MSK, and Cell Block will see exactly;
(He throws the mic at the DJ who steps backwards from the force of the throw, the men around the DJ are looking nervously at the events that just occurred as the clubbers and wrestling fans below boo loudly only a few cheering as Weapon heads back out of the building ignoring his PA men and heading back into the car park, he presses the switch on his key and the car lights up again beeping as the car unlocks, he opens the drivers door in anger ignoring both his agent and the CWA, DWA and Clubland Directors and officials, he reverses out nearly hitting one of the CWA board members who just manages to jump out of the way, he drives up to the barracade which opens allowing Weapon to leave the car park and head for his hotel in the preparation for his match at Assault against ‘The Freak Himself’.)
