*(Dante and Melanie Stenson are walking into the Target Center. They are here to watch the Press Conference with the fans, rather than with most of the BJWC Wrestlers and higher powers. Dante is wearing some khacki shorts and a black dress shirt, tucked in to his shorts. Melanie is wearing some short jean shorts and a tight red shirt. She looks fine...and Dante looks tough. The scene almost looks cut out from promos when Dante was the World Champion. They are now walking up the ramp to their seats when Jake Jackle, the man that got the tip that Dante would be here, catches up with the couple.)*
JJ: Dante, Melanie, can I get a quick interview?
Melanie: Sure, why not, James.
JJ: Why aren't you at the Press Conference Dante?
Dante: Vice President Ponce wouldn't give me a clearance pass, so I did like all of these great fans and bought a freakin' ticket.
*(The fans around Dante give a pretty loud pop.)*
JJ: He didn't give you a ticket? Why?
Dante: I think we all know why.
Melanie: Mr. Yonce and Dante don't like each other, I think that is obvious.
JJ: Dante, are the rumors true? Lanier Riley buying the BJWC...or Kurt Swagger coming back...or the BJWC folding... Are any of them true?
Dante: If I knew, do you think I woulda payed to come here and see what happens?
JJ: So you know nothing?
Melanie: We know nothing at all James, we are just waiting to see what is going to become of the BJWC.
JJ: Dante, what if Nick Yonce takes over the entire BJWC, with President Billy Jay stepping down?
Dante: There is gonna be a conflict of interests...
JJ: ...And by that you mean what?
Dante: It involes a Hit being ordered on someone's head.
JJ: That could be huge. The Number One Contender to Cyris Raven's Hardcore Title, folks...Dante Calavria!
*(Dante grabs the mic from James and looks directly into the camera. Dante...and the crowd, have the following line to say.)*
Dante: Forget about it...
*(The Scene cuts back to the BJWC Banquet Room...On the First Floor of the BJWC Headquarters. There is a presidential Podium smack-dab in the front of the room...Over looking 200 Beautiful Round Glass Tables. The Factions, as well as friends have their own tables. NGN has their Own table, Global Legendz Has their own table, even XTF has their own table. Everyone is here to see what unfolds. The Lights Dim, as the rest of the wrestlers make their way into the building. Jeph Phillips makes his way to the podium...)*
JAMES EDGEBROOK: At this moment, I'd like to call the North-American Champion, Roadkill, to the conference table.
[The conference room is silenced by the mention of the name, of the man who paralyzed Chris McClane. Roadkill, who has been sitting far in the back, stands up and walks to the front. He is dressed in black jeans, a black 'RK' T-shirt, and a black leather jacket - not exactly formal attire. His North-American belt is draped across his shoulder, as he makes his way to the fron and sits down at the main table. Camera flashes go bezerk to catch pictures of Roadkill.]
JAMES EDGEBROOK: First, on behalf of the BJWC, I'd like to congratulate you on retaining the North-American Championship last Sunday at Greed!
[Roadkill turns his head and looks suspiciously at Edgebrook]
ROADKILL: Coming from YOU, I don't know how genuine that is.
JAMES EDGEBROOK: E...excuse me??
[...as Edgebrook swallows deeply...]
ROADKILL: Please, don't act dumb, Edgebrook. I watched the tape of Greed, I heard your commentary. Every time you mentioned The 'Killer's name, it was like you had a foul taste in your mouth! And now... face-to-face... you've got the b@lls to congratulate me?? Please... if all I'm gonna get it this bullsh*t, I'm outta here!
[...as Roadkill is about to stand and leave, Jeph Philips stands...]
JEPH PHILIPS: ROADKILL! Tell me, how do you feel about retaining the North-American Title??
[Roadkill sits back down]
ROADKILL: Finally, SOMEONE'S got somethin' intelligent to say. Well it goes like this - my main concern goin' into Greed was keeping THIS...
[...as Roadkill taps the title on his shoulder...]
ROADKILL: ...as MINE. The Hardcore Title... never was interested in it. And as for the World Title... well, seeing as how a few weeks ago I won the number-one contender spot, I've got myself a title shot down the line. With that said and done, yeah I'm pretty satisfied with Greed considering all that happened. Now I can continue turnin' all those that cross the North-American Champ's path into... roadkill.
[BJWC-Council member Stevie Perks, who was sitting int he front, stands up]
STEVIE PERKS: Stevie Perks for "The Guarantee"...
ROADKILL: I know who you are.
STEVIE PERKS: Errr... okay, well, what do you think then about the number-one contender to YOUR title, Malice?
[Roadkill with a sly grin]
ROADKILL: Malice. A man whose only claim to fame is being able to make it to the ring on his own two feet? Gotta give him credit where credit's due, he DID manage to beat Wayne "The Blade" Coll... but then again, who HASN'T? Fact of the matter is, he doesn't impress me one bit, and doesn't have what it takes to be the North-American champ. then again, I'm tired of constantly having Wayne challenge me for my title, and constantly kickin' his @ss OVER and OVER. So I'm lookin' forward to a new 'challenge', and I use that term loosely.
[A man in the center of the audience stands]
PETER SEVOY: Peter Sevoy of The Star Tribune...
ROADKILL: Oh yeah, the guys with the "Selling Out" article. No, I'm not buying the BJWC.
PETER SEVOY: Well, I also covered the unfortunate mishap of one Chris McClane.
[Roadkill rolls his eyes, and shakes his head]
ROADKILL: I KNEW this'd come up.
PETER SEVOY: So then, Roadkill, as you know, a casualty from last Sunday's pay-per-view was Chris McClane being paralyzed as a result of a chair-shot from YOU. How do you feel about it, knowing you ended his career?
[Roadkill eyes light up with anger]
ROADKILL: First of all, JACK@SS, you better watch the way you phrase your questions - you might get your teeth kicked in! Let me make this crystal clear for YOU, for Chris McClane, for the BJWC and all the fans - I did NOT intentionally paralyze him. Everybody gets hit by steel chairs these days - this was just an unfortunate incident, where McClane was in a very delicate position. All I know, is that a steel chair nailed ME as well. The next thing I know, I was North-American Champion.
PETER SEVOY: Delicate position?
ROADKILL: Yeah... as wrestlers, we're taught there's a certain way to take chair-shots without severe damage. Well, as far as I know, it didn't happen - McClane was more concentrated on knocking ME out that protecting himself.
PETER SEVOY: So you're saying it's HIS fault??
[Roadkill shakes his head]
ROADKILL: It's NOBODY'S fault, it was a freak accident. But believe me, when I came to and realized McClane was out, I felt pretty bad. I wasn't proud of what happened, it was completely unintentional...
BILLY JAY: UNINTENTIONAL, MY ASS!!!
[The BJWC Owner rises to his feet in a fit of anger, as he points his finger at Roadkill]
BILLY JAY: You WANTED to paralyze him!!
ROADKILL: WHAT!?!
BILLY JAY: You heard me!!! Ever since the inception of the XTF, it was always you against the rest of us!! You were always jealous that Chris McClane was a BETTER member than you were!! And what a PERFECT way to take out your frustrations!!!
ROADKILL: THAT'S BULLSH*T!!
BILLY JAY: IS IT?!?
ROADKILL: You were THERE, Billy Jay!! WE BOTH collided at the same time!! I had NO IDEA what the f*ck happened - all I know, is that I swung a chair... and got my lights knocked out in the process!! Next thing I know, YOU'RE the one counting the pin!!
BILLY JAY: How am *I* involved in all of this now??
[Roadkill with an expression of disbelief]
ROADKILL: Gimme a break!! You KNEW McClane was out, yet you didn't stop the match - you STILL counted the pinfall! So where was YOUR caring of a fellow XTF member??
[Billy Jay with a laugh of denial]
BILLY JAY: PLEASE! I didn't know he was PARALYZED!!
ROADKILL: NEITHER DID I!!!! Yet YOU... all YOU cared about was the North-American Title staying in the hands of XTF instead of checking on McClane!!
BILLY JAY: That's BULLSHIT!! I'm not a doctor, how would *I* know he was paralyzed??
ROADKILL: Well what about the World-Title pinfall??
BILLY JAY: What about it?!?!
ROADKILL: At that point, you KNEW something was wrong - you STILL made the count, for DARREN ANTHONY OF ALL PEOPLE!!
BILLY JAY: I HAD TO END IT!!! HE WAS HURT!!
ROADKILL: You could've STOPPED the f*ckin' match, get him medical attention, and then restart it as a three-way match!!
*(Rebecca Stands Up, Sobbing like Crazy...)*
REBECCA: H-HOW COULD YOU!!!
ROADKILL: Hey lady!! I know you're mad at me, 'cause it was MY chair-shot that paralyzed him! But no way in HELL am I takin' your sh*t, your blame for all of this. Why don't you go accuse BILLY JAY for not stopping the match when he KNEW McClane was hurt - he could've gotten help MUCH sooner than he did!! Why don't don't you accuse DARREN ANTHONY for pinning McClane - *I* wasn't even at my senses when I got the pinfall!! And accuse CYRIS RAVEN for holding me back - I couldn't even HELP Chris, since nobody else WAS!!
[...as Roadkill looks angrily at Billy Jay!!]
ROADKILL: I'm sick and tired of takin' the blame for all of this sh*t!! I'm OUTTA HERE!!
[Roadkill stands up, and storms out of the room!]
BILLY JAY: Hey!!! You can leave!! Get back here, Roadkill!! GET BACK HERE!!!
[...but all is for nothing, as Roadkill doesn't pay attention to the orders of Billy Jay.]
*(Billy Jay Calms Rebecca Down as the Entire Scene is in an uproar from Roadkill's remarks. It's certainly a dark Day for Chris McClane...)*
*(A Promo Plays on a Large Pull Down Shade...Playing the Best Of Chris McClane's Moments....Highlighting the Victorys that made him famous, like his World Title Win, as Well As Screwing Ponce out of the World Title, and Screwing Brian Hart out of the BJWC. On The Screen, A previously recorded message is played:)*
**The White pull down screen turns on and shows a hospital room. A nurse walks by the camera and out the door. There at the bed the former BJWC great Chris McClane is laying. He is not moving and his eyes are closed. Rebecca is sitting in a chair leaning over the bed crying. She looks up to see the camera sitting there. She stands up and she wipes the tears from her eyes. Her eye make-up smears across her face. Rebecca is a wreak.**
Rebecca: "He was the God of Wrestling. Now it is over! All over!"
**Rebecca grabs Chris's hand as he sleeps and contnues to talk.**
Rebecca: "He poured his heart and soul into this. He loved this. He gave up a pro football career to come into wrestling. He jumped from league to league early looking for one that fit him. He came here last year July of 1999. He has been here ever since. He did some moonlighting to other leagues but always stayed true to the BJWC. He loved this place and believe it or not he loved the people. When he wasn't acting like a Jackass to people on camera he was talking about how great they all were. At home he never shut up about work. He liked everyone here and I will never forget how much all you people meant to him. When I first met him I was impressed that he was a wrestler. I was a little scared he might get hurt. Then he promised me nothing bad would ever happen. That he was too good to get hurt and it was totally safe. Well look at him now! He will never walk again! He was only 25 and now his life is over! I can't take the pain of seeing him like this."
**Rebecca wipes more tears from her eyes and talks again.**
Rebecca: "So everyone that has ever wrestled with him don't hate him as a person. Because he liked everyone he ever worked with even the people he relly pissed off. But I am not letting this end my career. I am a two time women champion. I know he wants me to go on. I will win another title for him. I will accompany Billy Jay to the ring for a while and she what happpens from there. Chris was the God of Wrestling and his name will always live on. It is kinda crazy that his move was the Paralyzer and he ended many careers with that move. Then he ended his career early because of being Paralyzed. It is kinda funny when you think of it. Another thing that is weird is that he made a promise to everyone if he didn't win the World Title for the second time by the end of may he would never wrestle again. Well he didn't and now he will never wrestle again. It all came together."
**Rebecca sits back down in the chair and puts her head back down on Chris's chest.**
*(The Screen Fades to black. The final words that play on the Screen are in white on a black background)*
*(The Fans Rise to their Feet, to clap for Chris McClane. Jeph Phillips Makes his way over to blade...Blade has just gotten done watching the Chris McClane Tribute...and He's already gotten a Speach prepared)*
Blade: First of all, I just wanted to say that all the luck in the world goes to Chris McClane! We love you here man! And now for the important stuff, what happened at Greed between me and Malice was the biggest bunch of bull that I have ever witnessed in my life. First of all, I had plans for that match big plans, but Malice s little drinking buddy in the crowd didn t seem to like them very much, so now I am here, tonight, with nothing left but the Bloodlines title. Well, I guarantee you that this isn t going to stop me one bit. First of all, I guarantee another title for me soon, whether it is the North American title or THE WORLD TITLE! All you guys gotta do is tune in next time, and I guarantee you will see some worthless trash talker getting cut up by the BLADE!
*(Jeph Phillips thanks Blade and makes his way back...)*
[ The banquet room slowly fades into dark and the fans and wrestlers are silent. Nothing moves and the moment is milked for all its worth. Suddenly the Large White Shade, which Promoted chris McClane erupts in color as “The Making of” flashes across the screen in white. It flashes a few more times and then “Gimme some more” by Busta Rhymes blasts over the PA. The audience are just waiting to explode into a chorus of boo’s, but Alexander Allen is nowhere to be seen. The entrance way lights up in green and Alexander Allen takes a step out from behind the entranceway and is greeted with an assault of hissing from the fans, and a majority of boo's comes from Global Legendz' table. Alexander Allen walks with a bit of a limp because of his ankle and he is holding his side where his ribs are heavily taped. Allen also has the upper part of his head taped and it is soaked in blood. He has an unpleasantly pleasant smile sketched across his face as he comes out in his brand new Ralph Lauren black suit. The fans continue to boo, but everyone is wondering where his newly earned T.V title is. Alexander continues to taunt the fans as he makes his way half way down the rampway. Then he stops and looks around as if he has forgotten something, then he points to the entranceway. A few seconds go by where nothing happens and then there is a huge explosion of golden pyro. Then it dies down into small fountains that run all the way down the rampway and out comes Thomas “The Butler” Kooch. He is wheeling down a silver platter with a huge domed top on it. Then Alexander Allen enters behind the podium and then the people begin to toss things at him, some of the interesting things that make their way to aformentioned area are a disposable camera, a laser pointer, and a bucket of nachos. Alexander Allen just keeps smiling and waits for Thomas to make his way to allen. Thomas is still holding onto the domed platter and then he walks up to Alexander Allen. The golden fountains are now gone and the music has cut, the fans still shouting obscenities at Allen, although even they have died down. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “Today is a day that I am sure all of you have been waiting for.”
[ He takes a short pause as he absorbs the crowd’s vulgar reaction. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “The day that I unveil my first title, the day I begin my first reign, the day that my history begins. Yes I am allowing for all you filthy white trash fans out there to get a glimpse of gold, to get the insight to true glory.”
[ More boo’s as Alexander takes a short pause. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “Now, let me say a few things before I let your virgin eyes glare at my splendor. My ladder match against Jake Blood was not just about that belt -- although the gold was the only reason that my “greedy” self entered the match -- but that idiot Jake said it best when he said that this match was also about the future of the BJWC. This is because the T.V title does mean something; any wrestler who has ever been anything in the BJWC has held that belt. Look at Merlin Reynolds for instance. What about Kurt Swagger or Tyrone Alguard? All legends.
Now there is a lot of new talent out there, but I am obviously the best, and yes I have the title to prove it. Call it just a TV Belt, call it just something to keep the midcarders from crying. Call it what you want, but I will have that World Title in due time, gentlemen. But, please, ladies and gentleman do not cry, because I promise I will never forget about you scum suckers. This I promise you, and maybe when I become the richest man in the world, I will make a charity fund, to give back to those who need it most, the lowest class in society today, the same idiots who boo me, the same morons who throw food in the ring as I wrestle. That is, of course, the BJWC’s very own fans. Now do not take that the wrong way, I mean you are still a class in society -- at least you can claim that much. I have seen some who can't even deem themselves worthy of a certain class, yet you still cling on. I applaud you for that, and let us take a moment to show my appreciation for that, you are true survivors.”
[ The fans do not clap, instead the fill this with another offensive reaction. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “Now, as I was watching my magnificent match against Jake Blood, I heard something that the envious asshole James Edgebrook said, I was not offended, just a bit surprised. Do you know what he said? Do you have any idea, any comprehension of what this guy who works for ME said?
[ The camera goes in and focuses in on the white projection screen and it shows a small segment of the match. The part that Alexander Allen was referring to was the line that James Edgebrook stated, “this man has already become one of the most hated men in the BJWC.” Allen looks a bit surprised at hearing it and shakes his head. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “Is this true? Here, let me ask someone who is always honest with me. Thomas am I one of the most hated men in the BJWC?”
Thomas “The Butler” Kooch [ Not so sure ] : “Of course not, sir, the fans all love their new Television Title holder.”
[ At this the fans start the “ASSHOLE” chant. He looks around with a smile on his face; some are beginning to wonder if he can make out what they are saying. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “Thank you, Thomas, I really appreciate your honesty. Most people today are not honest at all. I mean, for instance -- the dirty, hillbilly fans; they call jealousy, hatred, when it is not that way at all. The fans wish they could be as talented as me so they could be a champion too, but the fact is that some were made for this and others just were not cut out for it. Thank you, fans, I will take your jealousy as a compliment, I really owe you people something, but I must say that you are very stupid, that your IQ's probably don't topple over the mid-teens. Do not be alarmed, I only say this because I played you to my heart’s content...”
[ Again Allen waits for a reaction, but this time there is silence, which as exactly what Allen wanted. The fans are trying to figure out what he is talking about. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “Well, let me help clarify this, I am sure you all were a little confused at just why I choose to use the BJWC tron to display just what I did. Think back to what it exactly was, oh I am sure more than half of you have already forgotten, I mean if you cannot remember the alphabet, how are you supposed to remember this. Let me flash it by you one more time.
[Suddenly the white screen erupts in color as “The Making of” flashes across the screen in white. It flashes a few more times and then is gone. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “There you go, its all coming back I hope, well now there are still many questions that need to be answered. Why would I put something up there like that? And what am I talking about playing the fans like I did? Well lets start with why I put something that maybe copyrighted to MTV, but I just dare them to take me to court, because I have lawyers that will rip them a new asshole, on top of that, I got the bucks. I am sure many of you have seen “The making of...” TV shows well today’s show will be of high interest to you, because it is the making of my very own pleasure and it is at the cost of you, the fans. Let me remind you all of the first interview in which I played you for the fools of which you were, then of course I will take you behind the scenes to see what was really going on...”
[ A clip of a recent interview spills by... the BJWC screen flashes on and plays a replay of his interview... "The Enriching" Alexander Allen: "Greed is the perfect pay per view to reveal my problem, my reason for being in the BJWC. It has been a mystery as to just why I step into the ring, what passion drives me. Why am I here, why do I fight? There is a reason, I hide it though, I keep it hidden from everyone, because I can't release this pain. Its too much, too soon, people will not believe me. They hate me, there is only jealousy. How could they understand me? And even if I told them, why I want to win these matches, why I need success, they would not believe me. It hurts me to hold it inside any longer, I can't, they must know the truth. I will tell them at Greed, I will let them now, unleashing my emotions."
[ The car is very silent. It is a beautiful limo, which is lined with crystal glasses, and slick black refrigerator in the corner. The black leather smells brand new and Alexander Allen goes down into the fridge and pulls out a bottle of champagne. He slowly lets it trickle out from the bottle into the crystal glass, he is in a very serious mood and then he takes a short sip. He sets the glass down and then looks back up, his eyes off in the distance. ]
"The Enriching" Alexander Allen: "No one can understand my pain. No one can fully understand me, but I will still give them a chance. I know they will not understand, they cannot understand me. They know me as one person, and that is the Alexander Allen inside the BJWC. Hell, everyone knows me as that person, but there is more to me. Tears will be shed, as I lend myself to a Pay Per View named Greed. The match will be more than just about the title now, it will be about changing people's minds. Letting the people hear the truth, letting that packed arena understand why I am angry, why I am full of Conceited Rage..."
[ Alexander Allen grabs for his crystal glass. ]
[ End ]
[ The replay is over and the fans are beginning to realize exactly what Alexander is talking about. The scene returns to inside the ring with Thomas holding the silver domed platter and Alexander Allen holding the microphone. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “And now to see just what went on behind the scenes!!!”
[ The Screen lights up once again and it shows Alexander Allen in the limo before the interview. He has a huge smile on his face and the words “...Before the interview” flash across the screen in white letters and then fade away. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “This is going to be funny. How am I going to keep from laughing, let alone make myself look sad? Look at this script, I sit here making them feel like I was beaten when I was child or some shit like that. They will buy this like a new fad at Christmas time. Wow, I just hope I make it through.”
[ Alexander reads over the script a few more times then he looks up with a smile. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “This is weird because normally I do not have to memorize a script for my interviews, so this is actually kind of weird. Yet I am in love with this idea, who wrote this thing, its beautiful, I almost feel sorry for myself.”
[ Alexander chuckles a few times and then he sits back trying to remember it. Then he gives thumbs up and passes the script forward preparing for the interview. ]
[ The words “After the interview...” appear on the BJWC screen. Then the scene makes a short cut and it shows him doing the end of the interview. He makes a grab for the glass and then someone yells, “CUT”. Alexander gives a sigh of relief and starts cracking up in laughter. He can barely stay in his seat he thinks this is the funniest thing ever. He grabs onto his side and then rolls over a few times. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen [ in a sarcastic tone ] : “No one can understand my pain...”
[ He cracks up at that line. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “Those idiots do not know what is going to hit them. The sheer joy I find out of this is sick, but the fun I am going to have at Greed will be endless. I am never going to get over that.”
[ The scene fades away as it changes back into the ring where Alexander Allen is looking on at the screen and is just going crazy about the thing. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “I just cannot get over that part, that line right there, No one can understand my pain.”
[ He bursts into laughter again as he points up at the BJWC screen for the next interview. ]
[ A clip of a recent interview spills by... the BJWC screen flashes on and plays a replay of his interview...
"The Enriching" Alexander Allen: "There was one time when I felt as though I would find success in the BJWC. At one time, I wanted to beat Jake Blood; at one time I knew I could beat Jake Blood. But at one time, it was also fun, and that is gone. There is no reason for me to go out there, I try to prove myself, yet the people just deny me the respect I deserve, there is none given to me. Yet at Greed I will be in the arena, I have lost my drive to win, but I will be there, I am not guarantying coming to the ring, all I am saying is that my last day in the BJWC will be spent inside the arena. I can't wish for anything, but a cheer, from even just one fan, because you cannot win, when no one else wants you to. Its impossible, I need someone else with me. I am just hoping that things turn out for the best, and that I spend my greatest moments in the BJWC at Greed, watching, wrestlers that hate me, but that don't know me wrestle. Wrestlers that I respect, but I can't tell them that I respect them, because then it would ruin what I have started, they would not believe me, they cannot understand. I still care, I need to care, but my time spent in the BJWC... has come to a tragic end..."
[ Then the words “... Before the interview” flashes across the screen as Alexander Allen is seen just outside the phone booth.]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “This part is one of the best yet, I call my father, my dad, Franklin, who thought up this name it is amazing. Where do I find the people to write this shit, seriously, it’s out of a movie or something? I go and call my dad and talk about how I can’t go on, pathetic, I mean I am the one who drove my dad bankrupt. I drove that fat ass out and onto the street. The old man wanted all the money for himself, was I going to let that happen? There is now way in hell I was going to let that happen so I took over his company and threw him on the street. What can I say, I am a genius in this day in age, but I am not quite as talented as these writers. Now seriously, if I were to see this, I may cry, because I am one poor bastard in this.”
[ Alexander Allen laughs out loud again as he hands the script to someone off stage and gives the thumbs up for the camera to roll. ]
[ The words “After the interview...” flash across the screen as Alexander Allen finishes up the interview by wiping a tear of his cheek. Someone yells, “CUT” off stage and Alexander Allen again looks up and is laughing his head off.]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “What did you guys think of the tear? Now was that perfect or what? Wow I could do this again and again; it is just so easy, so perfect, I mean most of these people do not have the slightest idea as to just what is about to hit them. I am going to love Greed, not only will I win that title, but I will get to play these fans the way I want to. Displaying my power of deception, displaying my true colors.”
[ The scene fades out and returns to Allen. Alexander Allen is standing behind the podium, as he wipes a tear from his cheek. He looks to the fans with deep eyes as his lower lip trembles. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “A truly riveting performance at the least, please folks hold your applause till the end.”
[ The audience was once held in shock, but now unleash on Alexander, tons of stuff flies at him smacking Alexander and his brand new suit. Comments are shouted at the top of their lungs, the fans have found someone that they have finally found someone that they have no trouble hating. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “Play my music!!!”
[ “Gimme some more” by Busta Rhymes picks up and the fans quiet down a bit, but they are still furious. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “Yeah that’s right, gimme some more fools!”
[ The booing almost rips the dome off of the banquet hall. Then the music slowly fades away and Alexander Allen stands amidst the fans that hate him so much with a dark smile on his face. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “Now comes THE MOMENT that you have all been sitting in those uncomfortable seats for, the moment at which all jealousy is beyond your foolish selves and well now is that moment. Thomas show them what they will never achieve, show them MY T.V title!!!”
[ Thomas takes the top off of the domed silver platter and lying under the platter, neatly polished and extremely shiny is the T.V title. Alexander Allen looks down at it and smiles. He looks to the fans one final time. ]
“The Enriching” Alexander Allen: “I am everything you want in a champion, I am your champion, I am THE CHAMPION, farewell resentful pricks...”
[ At that the fans erupt in awful chants and an onslaught of boo’s. Alexander takes a bow as his music blasts over the PA and he heads back to his seat].
*(The People in the audience are Irate, but their Anger is stopped by A Roaring Car engine....The Wrestlers, especially, are wondering who it is)*
*(Soon, a CAR COMES CRASHING THROUGH THE BJWC OFFICE BUILDING ENTRANCE AND COMES SCREECHING INTO THE BANQUET HALL!!! The Driver Exits the Car...)*
*(IT'S CYRIS RAVEN!!! The hardcore Champ makes his way towards the front of the room! he Stops quickly at the NGN table. NGN stands up. Cyris Is Face to Face with Nick Yonce....Cyris shoots his hand out quickly...Nick Takes it...A HANDSHAKE! The Fans in the room are going nuts!! Cyris Goes over to Darren Anthony, and Shakes HIS hand. He then makes his way to Wayne Coll, and Stops...He puts out his hand....HANDSHAKE!! He Walks over to ROADKILL...and SHAKES HIS HAND!! Now he makes his way over to Dante's Table. Dante isn't here tonite, but a recipient is! Cyris GRABS The Recipient for DANTE!! FREAKY DILLUSIONS ON THE FLOOR!!! Cyris whipes himself off, and mouths "That is for YOU, Dante...". Cyris Makes his way down to the NGN Table and takes a seat. Darkness fills the Banquet Room, as a Man Makes his way to the Podium. He is the recently signed BJWC athelete...DEALER OF REALITY!)*
(Reality slowly glars over each and every person in the room, his eyes burning with evil through his fiendish mask. He tilts his head sideways and begins to speak.)
Reality- From this day forth, the BJWC will never be the same again. You are about to wittness an evil that has never befor graced this fed. You are about to enter,,,,,,,,THE REALM OF REALITY!!!!!!!
(Reality laughs lightly in a very deep and raspy voice.)
Reality- I am the Essence of Evil, the prince of pain, and your worst nightmare!!
(Realitys sinister laugh echos within the walls of the BJWC headquarters)
Reality-remember my last words. When you step into the ring with Reality, you will be TERRIFIED,,,,,MESMERIZED,,,,,AWESTRUCK,,,,,AND ULTIMATELY ENRAPTURED BY MY VERY PRESENCE!!!!! FOR I AM THE ESSENCE OF EVIL, JOIN ME IN THE DARKNESS, or be swallowed by my inner sorrow!
*(The Lights come back on, but Dealer is gone...everyone looks around...but no sign of him...suddenly...A CRASHING SOUND IS HEARD!!! )*
*(The Masked man that attacked Prez Yonce at Greed Comes Flying through the window of the Banquet room!! The Release of his pully works, and the Masked man goes flying towards Nick! but he MISSES!! HE Lands ON GLOBAL LEGENDZ GLASS TABLE!!! Jake Blood Looks PISSED!! Him, Malice and Basualdo beat the Living Crap out of this man...Nick Is Getting a kick out of this, because he knows it's for him. Nick walks up to the Glass Shards of the Table...and Bends over to Remove the mask...)*
*(The Masked Man Is....)*
*(LOW BLOW FROM THE MASKED MAN!!! Nick goes Down...the Man Re-adjusts his Mask...and Starts attacking Nick...DEATH VALLEY DRIVER ON ANOTHER GLASS TABLE!! IT looks like the Masked man is getting the upper hand...Oh, wait...No...The Masked man is doubling back in pain...He's got a rather large shard of glass shrapnal in his arm...He's wincing in pain as he removes it...spurting blood EVERYWHERE! Nick Grabs The Masked Man, and hooks him up to the Pully...he lifts The masked Man up....and now is FLYING The masked man towards the window...The MAN GOES FLYING OUT THE WINDOW!! The camera catches his 5 story fall...NO!!! He Landed safely!!!)*
*(In A Sewage Truck...)*
*(The Wrestlers in the Audience cringe at the thought as Nick Brushes himself off and starts walking towards The Podium..A String Quartet Kicks in, Playing a rendition of "Shock the Monkey". He Gets to the Podium...and Clears his throat)*
Nick: Ok,...I don't know exactly what that was about...but....
*(Suddenly, A Chair Comes Flying at Nicks Head...sending him to the GROUND!!! Returning Former BJWC Champion, TYRONE ALGUARD makes his way to the podium...)*
TA: T.A.- Hello one and all its me once again. I had the pleasure of watching Greed from my front row seat and i am very impressed of the abilities of all teh wrestlters now in the BJWC. I want to send out my sorry for Chris McClane. He was a great adversary. We had some memorable matches together. You will always be respected in my eyes.
But the main reason that i am back is for one man. The Man Who lays before me...Nick Yonce, i think its a lot of shit thats going on right now with you. Yes you built me to the man that i am now. But i am very displeased with how things are going and how your running things. I was hoping on coming back here soon but i dont know if i can because of you cause you dont seem to care very much at all about people. ONly yourself.. Now what kind of Foundation is that? Ponce, I guess i may have to remind you of what the FOUNDATION really stands for. You'll be seeing me a lot more around here.. Until i see a lot of things change...
*(TA Leaves as Nick Helps Himself Up and Brushes himself off...)*
Nick: OK! I don't know what THAT Was about eather...Yeesh...Now Back to My Speech...
*(Suddenly, A Vase (that was on the glass tables), Comes flying at Nick...Hitting him in the head...The Man who throws it stands up at the podium...His Name...BRANDON LLOYD!!! The Former Champ has made his return!! He doesn't say anything...he just stands over the fallen Nick. Brandon Spits on Nick, and exits the Building..Nick Slowly Makes his way up to the podium)*
JESUS CHRIST!! AM I A F*CKING PUNCHING BAG TODAY? DAMMIT...*(ehem)*. NOW, Onto Business...Many of you here Want to Know exactly what's going on in the BJWC...well, I talked to BJ a few days ago...confirming this. Well, No. Lanier Riley isn't buying the BJWC....And I'm not taking over...I want to announce that...
The BJWC Is Closing Down...
*(The Wrestlers are in shock! There is nothing but commotion in the banquet hall)*
Nick: It seems, that Billy Jay has been embezzling money out of the company...and we don't have enough money to pay the bills. We've had many companys, such as Viacom, SFX and others, willing to buy us...but Billy Jay turned them down...figuring we should just end our reign here in the BJWC...Now...As You Know...I CAN'T LET THIS HAPPEN!!!
*(A man stands up in the audience...he's hard to make out, until he arrives face to face with nick...It's LANIER RILEY!!!)*
Lanier: Ponce...I Can't let this happen either...With your Millions, and My Millions...We can Combine our Funds...to Save the BJWC.
*(The Fans and Wrestlers Cheer)*
Lanier: Oh Shut the hell up...I'm not finished...
*(The Fans Boo, at Lanier, but still give a great reaction to this announcement)*
Nick: So...You're saying what..you want Part Ownership in the BJWC...with myself as the other propetuer?
Lanier: something like that...we just have to figure out a way to Make the fed, even for both of us....Presidential Fueds are so...they're so contrived lately. But I can't think of anything we could do...
Nick: Actually...I do...I managed to take funds myself, for this very reason...
*(The camera focuses on the Piece of paper...It reads "MSW/PSW". No one else knows what's happening. Nick nod's as lanier perks up)*
Lanier: Are you Suggesting that we SPLIT the BJWC into TWO Feds?
Nick: I'm not suggesting, I'm telling you...I didn't spend 150 Million dollars to let this slip down the tube. This is the only right situation...
*(Lanier looks down at the piece of paper, then at the grinning face of Ponce...)*
Lanier: Fine. The PSW Is Mine. Since I'm from the Peach State...I think PEACH STATE WRESTLING Would be a fitting place to hold the best fed in the world.
Nick: and Since Billy Jay is willing to go through this, He'll still remain Prez, and We'll take over the MSW...or Minnesota State Wrestling...But Lanier...You're going to need some help...and I've got the man to help you...
*(A rather large white spotlight shines on a glass table. The man makes his way to his feet. He's sharply dressed, and he makes his way to the podium.)*
Man: My Name is Doug McAvoy. and I am Helping Mr. Lanier Riley with the PSW...
Nick: I figured, since it's "Strictly Business", you'd need some help...
*(Nick lets out a snicker...)*
Nick: But you realize...We're going to have to come up with several new rules with these feds. How bout, we take a 3 hour break...we'll figure all this out...and We'll come back...
*(lanier nods)*
Nick: So It's Official. The BJWC is NOW SPLIT...into TWO divisions...Or Regions. Everyone can ajourn for a nice dinner we've prepared for you. Me, Billy Jay, Doug McAvoy and, *(laughs)*, Lanier Reily have a few matters to attend to...
*(The Camera then Cuts short. To Show a premade package prepared by Brian Hart...the BEST of the BJWC....)*