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~*Alright ladies and gentlemen. You saw Wednesday Night Wild. You saw the opening match between Van Brenner and Sean Andretti. You saw the pinfall. You saw Judah Walton sign his death wish and now the time draws near. It's time for round three of Walton/Andretti. This match however is a submission match, with submission rules. There's no pinfalls, no count-outs, no disqualifications. Just submissions. This matchup should be a rough and technical battle for Sean Andretti and Judah Walton. Round three should be the match-up that fans should love. Round three is the tie-breaker. The match that proves who is superior in this small rivalry that has been brewing over the last three months. Last week, I told you all that you would bare witness to the epitome of excellence and a victory. This week, our hero prepares do it again but with an opponent he's destroyed already...mind you. Don't be surprised if Andretti makes Judah Walton submit, just give credit where the credit is due and that's to me. Now enough of the small talk, you know the punchline. Let's get this party started.~*

[The Past]

~*The scene opens up on an old fashioned television screen that's about from the 1940's or so. The television screen looks to be in good condition but provides black and white pictures. The cameras slowly fade back from the television screen as it picks up from the Edward Hall versus Sean Andretti contest that was held several weeks ago. Sean Andretti picks Edward up by the head, then jumps up bouncing Edward off his feet into a Belly to Belly suplex. Sean picks Edward back up to his feet and runs him into the corner and his chest hits the turnbuckle. Sean runs across the ring slamming his shoulder into Edward’s back. Sean backs up away from the corner and waits for Edward who backs off from the corner. Sean grabs Edward from under his arm and nails him with a Spinning DDT, slamming Edward face first into the mat.

FJ: Sean goes for the pin.

1...

2...

MD: Edward is able to get his shoulder up, stopping the pin.

Sean stands back up and waits for Edward to climb up to his feet using the ropes. When Edward stands up, Sean takes a sprint towards him, only to be given a perfect shoulder back toss from Edward inside the ring. Sean holds his back after the move, but Edward doesn't waist time, as he climbs back to the top turnbuckle. Edward leaps off one more time, this time nailing a flying somersault splash on Sean.

MD: Edward try for a quick pin.

1...

2...

FJ: Not this time, as Sean got his shoulder off the mat.

MD: Too close!!!

FJ: The fans are on their feet for this one.

Sean, still a bit shaky after the somersault splash, stands back up, and grabs Edward. Sean raises Edward up over his head and slams him back down onto the top of the rope. Edward bounces off the ropes and Sean follows up with a Death Valley Driver. Sean sets Edward up into an inverted suplex, then sends Edward into the air upside down. Just as Sean brings Edward down, Edward lands on his feet and reverses the move into the same inverted suplex! Edward raises Sean up in the air now and slams him down onto the mat.

MD: You’re kidding me right?

FJ: Edward reverses the inverted suplex into his own!

Edward gets back up, and pulls Andretti to his feet. Andretti lashes out with a right hand, but Edward blocks it, and boots him in the gut. As Andretti doubles over, Edward hooks him up, and drops him with a sit-down Pedigree.

MD: The Flow! He dropped Andretti hard.

Edward rolls Andretti over, and covers him, as the ref gets into position.

1…

2…

3!!!

MD: That’s it!!!!!!

FJ: Edward Hall wins! This guy continues to impress…even me. And that’s odd given the fact that he seems like such a nice guy.

MD: Maybe you’re finally seeing things like the rest of us Flaps.

Glory begins to play, as Edward gets to his feet, and has his hand raised by the ref. Edward then climbs through the ropes, and out to the floor, as the crowd roars with approval. As he makes his way towards the ramp, the scene fades.

[After the cameras stopped.....]

Late Wednesday Night - Thursday Morning
April 14, 2004

After the cameras stopped rolling, the last time we saw our hero...he was planning on going drinking with his manager and friend Jeffery Archibald. Sean Andretti had taken a shower, put on some clothes, grabbed his bag and headed towards the parking lot where Jeff would be waiting inside of his purple Lamborghini. The car that Sean had hated dearly. And so they were off to a local sports bar but both men went for different reasons. Jeffery Archibald went to have some drinks, watch a couple games, have a good time and possibly meet a few girls while drunk. Sean Andretti decided to go so he could drink away his problems and the loss he had suffered to Edward Hall. Andretti knew drinking was wrong, especially to drown away his loss. He knew that he had Edward all wrapped up, in the palm of his hands. He knew that he was robbed, that he deserved to win and that if he ever got his rematch against Hall, that he wouldn't play around this time. The long drive to the bar seemed like forever and when they arrived it was jam packed. So, they quietly entered the bar and they made themselves comfortable. They were enjoying a sportscenter episode as they both waited to be asked what kind of drinks they wanted. Several minutes went by and the bartender finally walked up to the trio.~*

Bartender: What will it be boys?

The Canadian Sensation: I'll take a molson.

Jeffery Archibald: Tequila for me.

The Canadian Sensation: (Turns to face Jeff) I thought I was the one who lost...not you.

Jeffery Archibald: Hey...you...don't question me.

~*The bartender walks away cleaning his glass and goes to get drinks for both Sean Andretti and Jeffery Archibald. The bartender looks pretty muscular and is about six feet seven and about 300 pounds. He's pretty hairy and not really attractive either. You can compare this guy to those guys you see in motorcycle gangs. The Canadian Sensation looks up at the television and something strikes his attention, so he looks at Jeff and asks him a question.~*

The Canadian Sensation: Dude...can you even drink at your age?

Jeffery Archibald: Shhhhh!!!!! (Whispers) Don't let him hear you.

The Canadian Sensation: Fine.

Jeffery Archibald: Plus...look at that guy, I don't want to get on his bad side.

The Canadian Sensation: (Smirks) Yeah, right. I could take 'em.

Jeffery Archibald: Nah, he'd rip your head off.

The Canadian Sensation: You sure about that?

~*The bartender returns with a glass full of beer and another with Jeffery's tequila. He shoots Jeffery and Andretti a mean look and it causes Jeff to snap back at the guy.~*

Jeffery Archibald: What?.....what do you want?

Bartender: You talkin' to me?

Jeffery Archibald: Yeah, I'm talkin' to you. I bet you a hundred dollars that you couldn't take my client right here on.

~*Sean Andretti gives the bartender an "I don't want any of you" type of smile as the bartender slams the glass he was cleaning to the table. The glass shatters as Sean Andretti's eyes open wide in shock. Jeffery Archibald laughs and doesn't seem to be intimidated.~*

Jeffery Archibald: You think that's gonna scare my client....it doesn't even phase him!

The Canadian Sensation: He's just kidding around...heh, heh....I think you gave him too much tequila. Yeah, that's it...he's drunk. He usually acts like that when he's drunk.

Jeffery Archibald: I'm not drunk! He's lying, my client said he could kick your ass!

The Canadian Sensation: He's crazy...I told you he's drunk.

Bartender: Look, I ain't here to cause any trouble alright?...now do ya wanna fight me or not?

Jeffery Archibald: Hell yeah!

The Canadian Sensation: Shut up!!!

Bartender: Well?

The Canadian Sensation: I'm sorry sir, I just came here with my...idiot friend...to get some drinks after.....

Bartender: Save it. You look pretty familiar, what's your name?

The Canadian Sensation: Andretti.....Sean....Andretti.

Bartender: I see. Well, I guess I know who you are then.

The Canadian Sensation: You do?

Bartender: Yep. We have this thing at the bar, every Wednesdays.....we watch WILD, people from all across town visit to watch the show. It's a big thing here, they show up with their signs and whatever...and cheer for their favorite people. You know, you've got a lot of supporters who show up here every Wednesday.

The Canadian Sensation: Really?

Bartender: Yeah, some guys who watched the show stayed over and to catch Sportscenter but their too drunk out of their mind to know that you are here.

The Canadian Sensation: So, I guess your a fan too?

Bartender: Somewhat. I know that your friend here isn't all that bright in the noggin' if you know what I mean.

Jeffery Archibald: HEY!

~*Both men laugh at Jeffery Archibald as he sips more on the tequila...or what's left of it.~*

Jeffery Archibald: More tequila....hurry it up.

Bartender: I think your drunk enough, Mr.....

Jeffery Archibald: Wil...son. Mr....Wilson!!!!!

Bartender: You know Sean, for the future...don't let ya friend go to any more bars.

The Canadian Sensation: He suggested coming here. It wasn't a bad choice either.

Bartender: Yeah. So, what are you up to in the CHZ?

The Canadian Sensation: Nothing much. I lost tonight, against Hall.

Bartender: Tough break. I saw the match...I thought you had it.

The Canadian Sensation: So did I.

Bartender: Well, don't get down about it man. Who's your opponent this week?

The Canadian Sensation: Van Brenner.

Bartender: The Controlling Factor guy?

The Canadian Sensation: Ooooh, yeah.

Bartender: Sweet. Well...just between me and you, the boys around here don't think you have a shot.

The Canadian Sensation: A shot at what?

Bartender: At beating this Van Brenner kid. He's a pretty tough guy to beat...and if ya do, you got the rest of the Controlling Factor to deal with.

The Canadian Sensation: You don't think I can get the job done, huh?

Bartender: Personally.....no. You don't seem to have the same swagger as ya did when you were first here. Somethin' is missin'. No consistency.

The Canadian Sensation: Say what?

~*Sean Andretti's face begins to turn red with an anger and he clutches onto his glass with beer until it breaks. The Canadian Sensation's hand starts to bleed a little but he doesn't care. He cocks his head to the side and gives the bartender a confused look.~*

Bartender: I said you don't have as much consistency as you once did.

The Canadian Sensation: I thought you said that.

Bartender: Don't flip out on me man.

The Canadian Sensation: Flip?.....does it look like I'm about to flip out on you?!

Bartender: Yes!

The Canadian Sensation: Well then my friend...you are one smart son of a bitch. You want to talk about consistency?.....how I don't have the same "swagger" as I once did?.....have you even followed my career?.....do you even know my life accomplishments?.....no, you don't. Instead you stand there, cleaning your fucking glass, acting all tough. You aren't tough. I'm tougher than you. I've been through more than you....and you want to know how?

Bartender: How?

The Canadian Sensation: Because look at how fate has brought us together. You work in some run down sports bar, with drunks from the ceiling to the wall, all you do is clean glasses all day...and serve people. I work in a million dollar company...and I'm the one who you see on the television. You aren't on TV.....I am. You don't fight the matches.....I do and you don't win the championships and keep the legacy going.....I do. Hell...you serve me. It's not the other way around...and it never will be. So while you are here watching WILD every week and cleaning those glasses that will never get filled, I will be traveling all across the country and the world.....making a name for myself and getting my name....which is still Sean Andretti by the way.....in the lights. You "fans" sit here and you think just because you know wrestling terms that it makes you cool. You clean your glass....because at WILD.....I'll be kicking Van Brenner's ass.

Jeffery Archibald: Damn Straight. Mr. Wilson.

[Wednesday Night Wild]

Van Brenner V Sean Andretti
April 21, 2004

The cameras open up at the same television as before. The cameras slowly move back as the television fades in to Sean Andretti's match from last week and just like before, the match picks up from the middle. Van Brenner backs into the center of the ring, as Sean pulls himself up. Brenner charges at him, twists in mid-air, as hits a spinning neckbreaker. Brenner covers Sean again, but doesn’t hook the leg.

1…

2…

MD: Kickout!!!

FJ: Stupid mistake if you ask me.

MD: I didn’t ask.

Brenner heads to the top rope, and looks down as Sean slowly stands. He leaps off the top rope with a cross body, but Sean hits the mat, and barely rolls to safety. Sean, seeing the injured Brenner laying prone, climbs to the top, looks out at the crowd, and leaps off with a hard-hitting moonsault.

MD: What a move by Andretti!!!

Sean covers Brenner, as the ref gets into position.

1…

2…

MD: Kickout!!!

FJ: Slow count by the ref. I think he had him.

MD: There you go again.

FJ: Hey, I call 'em as I see 'em.

Sean pulls Brenner up and whips him into the ropes. As he rebounds, Sean takes him over with a powerslam. He pulls Brenner right back up, steps back a few feet, then nails Brenner in the side of the head with a Superkick.

FJ: His teeth just flew into the second row!!!

MD: Not a good thing in the slightest!!!

Brenner rolls out of the ring, and falls back hard into the railing. Sean baseball slides beneath the bottom rope, landing at Brenner’s feet. As Sean leans over to grab him, Brenner kicks him into the gut, reaches up, and pulls Sean into the railing. Brenner gets to his feet, with Sean draped across the railing. He drops an elbow to the back of Sean’s head, the grabs a handful of hair, and pulls him back to the floor. Brenner pulls Sean back to his feet, chops him across the chest, and rolls him into the ring.

MD: Finally they’re getting back into the ring. Too much danger out on the floor.

FJ: They’re big boys…they can handle it.

Brenner slides in the ring on his chest, pops to his feet, and heads right to the ropes. Behind him, Sean gets to his feet, and turns towards him. Brenner rebounds off the ropes with a flying elbow, connecting with Sean, taking him to the mat. Instead of going for a pin, Brenner pulls Sean to his feet, and whips him into the ropes. Sean rebounds, and leapfrogs the ducking Brenner. Andretti continues across into the ropes, and holds on to stop his momentum. Before he can react, Brenner is behind him, and nails him with a forearm to the base of his skull. Brenner wraps Andretti up from behind and yanks him over with a German suplex. Brenner rolls around, gets to his feet, and pulls Sean up again. As Sean swings, Brenner ducks it, positions Sean, and goes to take him over with a Reverse German suplex.

FJ: He’s going for the Brenition II!!!!!

At the last second, Andretti mule kicks Brenner south of the border, taking him to his knees. Andretti pivots on his left foot, and spin kicks Brenner in the head with the other. As Brenner sprawls out in the ring, Andretti heads for the corner. Before Brenner can attempt to sit up, Andretti leaps off, and nails him with a frog splash.

MD: 514!!! This could be it!!!

Andretti makes the cover, as the ref slides into position.

1…

2…

3!!!

MD: Andretti wins!!!!!!!!!!

FJ: Wow…that one went right to the end. Great match!

MD: Both men put their all into this match tonight.

Destroy All by Static-X begins to play, as Andretti stands to his feet. The ref lifts his arm into the air, just before Andretti yanks it away and exits through the ropes. Andretti makes his way towards the ramp, as Brenner sits up in the ring. The scene fades out with the camera on Andretti walking to the back, while a voiceover is heard as a hand is seen turning the television off.

"They said he couldn't do it. They said he didn't have a chance. They said he wouldn't make it. They said he couldn't beat Van Brenner. Once again, he's proved all of you wrong."

The cameras then slowly move right to see who the person behind the operation of the television and the person is Jeffery Archibald.~*

[The Present]

April 25, 2004

~*Jeffery Archibald sits in a recliner staring at the television that is about sixty years old. He looks at the ground, nodding his head and turns his head to the left and looks at the camera with a sick smile on his face.~*

Jeffery Archibald: Nice television huh?....no....no....I'm not here to talk about a television that my grandmother gave me.....she was a great woman, she taught me how to sow and garden and....oh, right. Anyway, I'm not here to talk about my grandmother...or this television, I'm here to talk about what you all just witnessed and what exactly did you witness?.....you just witnessed the epitome of excellence. This time around, you will see me because Sean Andretti couldn't make it and it's a real tragedy.....but I'm here to take his place. Over the last couple of weeks a certain individual has tried to make my life.....and the life of my client miserable. On January 28th, I sat back and watched this individual defeat my client.....but my client was wrestling with a MCL injury.....and this individual made the injury worse. That's right....you all know who this individual is. Right Judah Walton? Even though my client won't admit it, I will. You kicked his ass on that night. You beat the crap out of him and you almost ended his career. Sean Andretti could barely walk up the ramp that night and had to be carried out on a stretcher. Judah that night, I know your ego must have went through the roof. Judah, that night I know you felt great. Judah, on that night....you almost ended the career of my client.....but you didn't succeed. My client....with his consistency, showed everyone that he could do the inevitable. The doctors told Andretti that it would take nearly a year to recover. I thought Sean would return in mid-July.....but he trained and he was inspired to return and not only did he recover and return to the Chaos Heat Zone, but he returned in a two month span and not only did he do this once.....the man did it twice! I know in my heart that nobody could do that. I couldn't do it, and I know...for damn sure that Judah Walton couldn't do it. So, Judah at your first attempt, you failed. Let's chalk that in ladies and gentlemen.

~*Jeff gets up from his recliner and grabs a small hand-held chalkboard, gets some chalk and puts down a one on the chalkboard and holds it up to the camera. He places the chalkboard along with the chalk on top of the television and nods his at the camera.~*

Jeffery Archibald: It's so sad to look at you wrestle Judah, knowing that in a few days, my client is going to make you submit. Well, back to business.....right?

~*Archibald reaches over and grabs the chalk and the board from on top of the television and chalks in two more strikes. He laughs as he nods his head again.~*

Jeffery Archibald: Judah, I hope your paying attention.....because you've just struck out. I marked down two more strikes against you.....because you've failed two more times my friend. Let me walk you through it. April 7th, 2004, that was the day that my client had made his return to Wednesday Night Wild....and who would be the lucky opponent to fail and get the job done against Sean Andretti?.....do I really need to answer?......it was Mr. Failure himself!!! Judah Walton. I can see it now...his new nickname. Mr. Failure, Judah Walton. I like that. I like how it rolls off of the tounge. I like how it's so simple but it means so much....and by the way....it's so fucking true. Did I also mention how much I liked Andretti destroying Judah when he returned?.....ah, I didn't eh?.....well, that's exactly what happened. I almost felt sorry for Mr. Failure. Emphasis on almost. Man, I swear I crack myself up. Judah, just give up while your ahead. But where are we now?....oh....yes. I just finishing up on strike two. On April 7th, that was the day that my client returned....and got even. Now...for strike three.

~*Archibald leans back on the recliner, sips on his drink and begins to speak.~*

Jeffery Archibald: Things got weak after my client defeated Judah and Sean Andretti was preparing to face Edward Hall....but that's when Walton decided to stick the nose of failure....where it obviously didn't belong. My client and I are on the road, just hanging out at the good ol' gas station and the 7-11 and all of sudden we receive messages that says Beware of the Lion and for weeks these messages didn't stop, it seemed as if from every corner of the globe they were telling us to beware of the lion....but we weren't scared. We weren't phased and hell...that's the real reason why my client lost to Edward Hall. He was too busy worring about Mr. Failure....to ever care about Hall. These messages never stopped.....but we weren't scared. Judah you tried to throw my client out of his focus....and that's not something that I would recommend. I mean doing that...is like career suicide...and you commited it. Walton what you tried to do was have Sean look over his back every minute. You tried to have Sean sleep with one eye open....but that didn't work. He slept with his eyes closed....and never cared where you would show up....and you know something else....you never did! Sean knew you would probably show up and try and attack him, try and re-injure his repaired knee....but you didn't do that either! I knew you were a punk. A little street rat, trying to make a name for himself. Trying to strike fear into his opponents and hell even with the letters...you weren't the one who challenged. We were. We're the ones executing the moves, we're the ones moving around the board....while you're still in jail. So...not only did you fail at trying to have Sean Andretti live on the edge....you failed at trying to challenge....because we...were one step ahead of you. You see Judah...there's no give. You can't win. You can't defeat us....you can't throw us off of our game. Once we're focused....there's no stopping us and like the nice guy that my client is he gave you the benefit of the doubt and threw you several pitches, even though you were out. My client gave you the get out of jail free card, and you didn't even pick it up and even after you failed three times....you failed another. This guy...never stops failing. When is it going to end?!

~*Jeffery Archibald reaches over and chalks down two more strikes. For those who are now lost, it is now five strikes against Judah. Jeff looks at the chalkboard and he nods his head again.~*

Jeffery Archibald: Now, Judah...if you are in tears by now...I'll do you a favor...and step off a bit. I'm not done yet...but I'll take the opportunity to explain several more things. I'll take this opportunity and explain to the fans who I am. I...am...Jeffery Archibald. Not only am I the best there is.....I'm the best there is.....period. In the ring, there ain't nothin' better than me. It's been a long and rocky road but I'm here now....thanks to Sean Andretti. I want to thank my client once again for giving me the shot of a lifetime. I want to thank him for training me and bringing my life from the dead. The expectations placed on this guy is so high....it reminds me of the now....2004 Rookie of the Year....LeBron James. I mean, LeBron James came from high school....skipped college....and went straight to the pros. The expectations on him were high. People thought he was going to fail....but he proved him wrong and even when he they said he couldn't do it again....he did....and he was consistent with his work. LeBron James lived up to the hype and he was rewarded with it. This weekend...I sat back, called a couple of friends, had a couple beers and we watched the NFL draft....and just like the beginning of last year when the expectations were high on LeBron, the expectations will be even higher for Eli Manning. And I have the faith...and the confidence that he'll get the job done. What does this have to do with anything? I'll tell you. My client has done exactly the same thing that LeBron has done...he has silenced the critics and even when they said that he wouldn't do it...he did. Judah...we're back on. The same thing has to be said for Sean Andretti....he's silenced the critics and even when they said that Sean could not defeat Van Brenner, even though they said that he didn't have a shot to defeat Van Brenner....he didn't pay them any attention....and defeated him anyway. Now this week....my client carries this momentum to the Mabee Center. My client and I head down to Tulsa, Oklahoma for Betrayal and prepare to look at Mr. Failure for the last time. Judah, on Wednesday...you're going to be locking up with my client for the last time. This time you're going to have to take the little bit of talent that you have and you're going to have to try.....and fail miserably in the process.....to make my client submit. But let's not move too fast here...let's go back to this fourth strike...in where Judah...failed...again...against the oldest man in this damn company. He fails...against the oldest fuck that I've ever seen. Last week, Judah...you fail against Steven Petapaw...and my God...that loss alone should make you retire. What the ffff.....uck were you thinking when you accepted our challenge?....I look at this now and I think about how badly Sean Andretti is going to make you submit and I'm starting to feel pity for you. Forget about the fact, that once again...everyone wants my client to lose...forget the fact that this is the tie-breaker and all that other shit everyone else is talking about. Judah...look in my eyes...be a man for once in your life...and let's face the reality right here....right now.

Your fucked...and that my ever failing friend...is strike five. My client is the past...the present...and the future and on Wednesday...he silences the critics...again.

[The Future]

April 28, 2004

~*Jeffery Archibald reaches toward the television and turns it on. The cameras get in close on what fades in and it shows the Judah Walton/Sean Andretti matchup that will happen at Betrayal. Sean Andretti is bleeding from his forehead and Judah Walton is spilling the same amount of blood but The Canadian Sensation has the 7th Inning Stretch locked in on Judah. Judah screams as blood pours from his head and as Sean wrenches in the move more and more and after several minutes, Judah Walton taps his hand on the mat.

MD: Andretti wins!!!!!!!!!! Judah Walton tapped out!!!!!!!!

FJ: That was a spectacular match, with both men giving it their all

MD: I have to agree.

Destroy All by Static-X begins to play, as Andretti stands to his feet exhausted and with pints of blood flowing down his face. The ref lifts his arm into the air, as Andretti holds it up with pride. He looks out at the fans and pounds his heart to them as he struggles to celebrate on the top rope and does. While Sean Andretti is celebrating on the top rope, the cameras slowly begin to fade out.~*

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