BPCW CHAOS 2002 Free For All
After the black betrayal that has hung over the heads of the BPCW for the last month, answers will most certainly be expected from a certain Icon. Meanwhile, as the battle between the Flock and the Playboys rages on what will occur when the two meet this month? All this and more will be addressed as Chaos runs free over Brothers Penis Championship Wrestling marking our one year televised anniversary.
A montage featuring scenes from the entire history of the BPCW run beginning with the inaugural set of tournaments at the very first pay per view in Anarchy of 2000 to the backstabbing that occurred at last month’s production. Scenes of camaraderie flash by highlighting the numerous stables and partnerships that have been forged and broken throughout the course of the federation’s rich history leading all the way to scenes of the thirteen Tough Enough contestants and finally with a picture of Foley which transforms into C.E.O. James Wheeler and finally into the BPCW trademark logo. The screen fades to black as the crowd erupts for recap and we head into an all-new opening to cap off a new era set to the tune of “Cochise” by Audioslave.
*The first actual action occurs in the arena and C.E.O. Wheeler ‘s music hits and out he comes to the approving roar of the crowd. He shakes hands and kisses babies (figuratively) on the way down the ramp and finally gets in the ring and poses for the crowd in classic “five second pose” style sending the crowd into hysterics with a chorus of flashbulbs lighting up the arena in grand fashion. He tips his imaginary hat to the crowd and sticks a finger up in the air and a microphone is promptly tossed in his general direction which he catches with ease.*
CEO: “Welcome to the first televised anniversary of the BPCW! *cheers* I know, I know, and while I must say this is one exciting event, there are more occurring even as we speak, and of course, there is a hell of a lot planned for the near and distant future! *roars spew forth from the crowd* Not to mention, the latest of which… my partial ownership, and complete upheaval of the UCW! After Doug Rohr defeated Randy Turco’s WWA last year and took over his federation furthering his empire of complete and utter… crap further west to the hallowed grounds of Minnesota. But with the help of that very man who was defeated, I was able to slip my foot and then his in through the back door! After months and months of planning, negotiating, re-negotiating and restructuring the entirety of the BPCW, I have, along with the pure genius of Randall James Turco set out to right the holy trinity of professional wrestling as we know it. But I am getting ahead of myself. Let’s move on to some business, shall we? Without further adieu, let me introduce to you, your number one contender for the BPCW Tag Team Titles, the Big Red Machine!”
*The Russian Duo with Mother Russia emerges from the backstage and is greeted with another overwhelming response. They enter the ring and shake the C.E.O.’s hand and proceed to parade around the ring indulging the millions and millions of Kremlinites*
CEO: “Now, I’m sure you’re all wondering… how can you have a number one contendor when you don’t have tag team champions in the first place? Well, it just so happens that I have another number one contender as well! If you hardcore wrestling fans have been watching the alternatives to BPCW out there you will see that I have acquired the service of a few rather… radical persons. Being the nice guy that I am, I thought for those of you who don’t get out to Michigan to often, or just want to see them that I would give you that chance. So when I signed these two superstars to their contracts with the help of their former boss, Randy Turco and I gave them a little signing bonus. But I’m sure that you’re all just a bit curious to find out who I’m talking about… so here they are, your other number one contenders… Chris Benoit and Jeff Jarrett!
*The crowd is stunned as the two superstars come out to a mix of their two entrance themes to an equally mixed reaction. Not knowing whether or not to trust these two former members of a rival fed the sheep are not sure which way to lean. They enter the ring and the Big Red Machine meets them in the middle of the ring towering over them and staring them down. Jarrett and Benoit seem startled but stare them right back until the Big Red Machine extend their hands and are met with a series of handshakes and embraces sending the crowd into a tizzy screaming in approval.*
CEO: “This is a major coup in the wrestling industry that we’re going to take advantage of in grand fashion. To Doug Rohr, these two weren’t good enough. So I’m playing Sir Mix-A-Lot. When that lunk head Doug Rohr leaves it, I pull up quick to retrieve it! *The crowd pops for the old school rap reference* To me, they are the foundation of my radical movement. You may not see a lot of these two in the near future since they’ll be joining the front lines over in UCW, but I wanted you to see and appreciate their talent. So this month we will be seeing these two dynamic tag teams facing off for the vacant BPCW tag straps. We have a foothold in the largest federation left standing folks, and with your help, we will use that to climb to the top of the mountain. So stay tuned boys and girls, we’ve only just begun.”
*The corporate music goes off and the strangely fitting group heads to the back all smiles and back slaps. A promo airs for Tough Enough documenting it’s hindrance due to the zoning laws surrounding the University of Minnesota moving the location for the house further upriver to a northern Minneapolis locale. But fear not, BPCW has bounced back from more. Taping has simply been slowed not halted, so look for it to debut soon!*
*The cameras are suddenly backstage being treated to a raging Venom destroying a back hall and yelling for the head of C.E.O. Wheeler. As he continues down the hallway destroying everything in sight, he begins to knock in doors,
screaming. Finally, he kicks in a door and is greeted by Randall Turco, former WWA leader, and the new head of BPCW Tough Enough.*
RT: “Is there something that I can help you with, or are you just rummaging around for shits and giggles?”
VN: “Don’t get smart with me asshole, where’s your goddamn bosom buddy, Wheeler?”
RT: *gets up out of his chair* “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you. Could you please repeat that for me?”
VN: “Oh, I think you heard me you washed up little piece of shit.”
RT: *stands face to face with Venom* “Listen you steroid poppin’, meathead, you fuck with me, and I’ll turn that shit all the way up. Now, if you’re looking for a fight, I can satisfy that little urge, but I don’t think that you’re looking for a match with me. So if you want someone so bad that you feel like coming in here and interrupting my business, you let me know who it is, and when I get around to it, if I feel like it, I’ll let him know.” *They continue to stand nose to nose for almost a minute before Venom breaks into a huge smile and gently pats Turco’s check.*
VN: “Heh, yeah, that sounds good chief. Why don’t you go ahead and do that.”
*Venom slowly turns, still smiling and walks out of the room and the camera pans back to see a pissed off Randall Turco touching his cheek and then smiling a large menacing smile flips his phone out and grimaces before hitting it’s buttons.*
RT: “Wheeler? Yeah, I have a little idea for the pay per view…”
*The camera fades off as Turco smiles and starts to speak into his cell phone as the action goes back to the ring and Raven’s music hits and the Flock emerges onto the stage. Raven leads the pack with his ribs bandaged still from the brutal street fight at Meltdown with Sex Pistol. They make their way to the ring, and surprisingly Frat Boy is the first to speak.*
FB: “Well, I’m positive that all you losers out there saw my victory last month. Now, tainted as it may have been, a man reaps what he sows, and Jon Seitz finally got his comeuppance. You see, it just goes to show, you don’t fuck with an outcast and expect to get away with it. Outcasts stick together in case you didn’t know. And we don’t take kindly to you yuppie ass wipes sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong! So what I’m going to do as a little thank you is give the returning Essa Rios a shot at my Midwest Title at Chaos. So, my little Mexican friend, why don’t you come on out here and thank me for giving you this little opportunity.”
*Instead of Rios’ music the crowd is greeted with “Big Pimpin’ and out comes the entire Harem followed by Sex Pistol and Sara. Seitz grabs the microphone and addresses Frat Boy.*
JS: “Hey, yo, listen up you little sawed off runt. I didn’t plow through the peons to get a shot at the Midwest title just so some little grease ball to come get all up in my hizzy and mess it all up! I was totally screwed out of the title and you know it. And now you’re trying to get out of a rematch by offering up a title shot to the man that cost me the match? I don’t think so, man. I think my boys here will agree, that simply isn’t going to happen. *They start to walk towards the ring as the Flock begins to emerge one by one from the ring and are eventually embroiled in a full-scale brawl on the ramp. After being separated the officials bring both groups backstage where they are both met by C.E.O. Wheeler!*
CEO: “Alright kiddies, this has gone on quite enough. I’m sick of your little feud and what it’s doing to my federation. So let’s just get this out of your systems. Keeping with the namesake of the next pay per view, I’m going to create a little Chaos of my own when Raven, Saturn, and Magnus take on Sex Pistol, Ian Wolfe, and Mark Bickler… in a Rage in a Cage match! No rules. No Pinfalls. No Submission. First team with all it’s members out, wins. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” *he begins to walk away and the fight looks as if it will break out again, but he steps back in the middle* “Oh, and one more thing, Venom, since you and Sex Fiend seem to be so hot and bothered at each other, Turco suggested a little something for you two to do at Chaos… A Boiler Room Brawl! I swear, we’ll make him one of the Brother’s sooner or later. So boys, take it easy, and as always Have a Nice Day!” *His cell phone rings and Wheeler walks off in his usual cocky administrative gait with a huge grin on his face as he chats it up. The camera continues to follow him through the halls. The conversation is muddled due to the peripheral noise but as time passes we get to a more abandoned hall way we can hear the C.E.O. clearly speaking.*
CEO: “Well, what do you mean they have you detained? … Can they do that? … Oh, come on, just for having those? … Didn’t you hide them like I told you?… What do you mean you forgot? … All you have to do is stick them in the arm of a shirt or something, good lord Brock, do you have any idea what kind of press this could give us? Give you? … Well, yeah, I mean, it would be good press to have someone as big as yourself caught with women’s dainties, so long as they aren’t yours… You did make sure they know they aren’t yours, right? … Okay, well, I’ll see you later then? … Sounds like a plan, say ‘Hi’ to the wife and kid for me… Yeah, thanks for flying to that hell hole, I know how much you hate Michigan… Oh, for sure… and the smell… *laughter* not to mention the lack of shopping… *in girly voice* blue light special in the garden shop, twenty pound mulch sacks are thirty percent off for the fall season… *more laughter* all righty then, take it easy big guy…. Thanks again… Uh huh, PEAUCE!”
*Back in the arena the cocky intro to the music of the baddest man in professional wrestling, Icon 2000 rocks the Igloo and the crowd immediately begins to curse and furiously berate the former super face. He sucks it all in and gloats all the way down to the ring throwing a couple of fake kisses and flipping a few birds to his not-so-adoring public. He walks around the ring as a few fans still attempt to give him a high five despite his heinous actions. In response he simply looks at them for a minute and turns his nose up walking away. One unruly fan jumps the barrier but is swiftly brought down by security but not before the Icon stomps the living piss out of him. He continues on his way to where the timekeeper’s table is and takes a microphone from the table and then proceeds to push the bell keeper off of his chair. He takes both to the ring and sits down in the middle on the chair.*
I2K: Rictor, Rictor, Rictor. The undisputed king of the world. The World Heavyweight Champion of the BPCW. What a wonderful little dream my friend. I do hope that you know that is what it is, and nothing more. Just a little fantasy world that you're living in, and I'm the nightmare to wake you up. I am the harsh reality that you'll have to face when in the middle of the night, you wake up in a cold sweat, and you know something isn't right. You know that I'm waiting for you. You know that you don't deserve the gold that is disgracefully laying around your waist. For my entire career here in the BPCW, I have been waiting to hold that title. I've fought for it over ten times now, and never have I won. Is it because the man was trying to hold me down? No, it's because in those other instances, I wasn't as good as you, or that brother of your's, or Sex Pistol. But the Icon has come into his own now baby. I've cut the baby fat, and I'm ready to rock you all night long. I'm setting my sights, and they're locked on your pathetic little title reign. As soon I get my hands on you, *makes throat slash* your little dream is all going to come crashing down around your head. Finally, I will reach the top, and there is nothing you with your limited intelligence and even more limited physical ability can do about it." *He turns over the chair quickly and pauses, to be treated to a familiar case of boos as he stands in the ring for a moment before continuing.* "You see, this is exactly what I'm talking about. I've been here since the beginning of the BPCW. I brought big name talent to this place from the beginning. When Wheeler was looking to hire some talent that people within our realm would recognize he didn't have to look any further than the Icon. Despite that fact, you fans have always hated me. You've always booed me even though I was only doing what each and every one of you would do in my situation. If you were backed into a corner and told to sit there while opportunity after opportunity passed you by, you wouldn't just sit there. Well... now that I think about it, maybe you gutless wonders would just sit there. In fact I'm probably the only one in this building that would do what I'm doing right now... telling the TRUTH! Now I understand why you boo me. Because you are too stupid to understand my desire to be the best. You would all rather sit at home with your cookie cutter house and family than taste what real competition and accomplishment is. Well, I have that hunger and for the past two years, I've been starved by this federation. So finally, I'm going to satiate that hunger, and it's going to start with Rictor. You know Rictor, you really could have been something. When we were feuding over the Midwest title, I thought you would become something great, but I guess I was wrong. You're just the same as all of these fans. You are without passion. You are without desire. You are without the constant yearning to become something more. You're nothing, and I'm coming to end your little fantasy. So when you lay your head on the pillow at night, and you attempt to fade away into the land of dreams, know that I will be there waiting for you. Your nightmare has just begun." *I2K's music hits and the crowd blasts him with curses and jeers as he simply poses on the turnbuckles egging them on. The screen cuts to a promo highlighting a press conference that C.E.O. Wheeler has announced for the day after Chaos regarding the future of the company and plans for the Genesis PPV. It's followed by a promotional video for the Chaos PPV which boasts the return of Icon 2000 to the squared circle.*
*The camera fades to the backstage interview screen where Daniel Zucker is standing along with Rictor ready to get his comment on I2K's little tirade. Zucker begins but a seemingly infuriated Rictor cuts him off before he can get a single word out. The new fan favourite is cheered loudly as he waits to speak.*
RT: "I'm not sure whether I2K is uninformed, or just" *in best Jimmy Fallon bostonian impression* "wicked retaaaded, but he seems to have a couple of screws crossed up in that head of his. Maybe he should get out his I2Screwdriver and do some self-examination, because his little assessment of me and my drive to excel in this business are further off than his chances of beating me for my title. I have just as much, if not more determination and desire to be where I am than anyone in this federation. Growing up in the shadow of my brother, it took me a long time to realize my worth, my talent. But I'm in full realization of my abilities now, and that's why I'm here" *looks down* "with this belt around my waist. And who decides to dole out this criticism? I...2...K? Who in the hell are you to criticize me like that? Icon of the BPCW my ass. You come and go as you please, you never think about what your absence means to the business, to the fans, to the guys in the back. You and your stuck up bitch of a girlfriend only care about yourselves. I'm suprised that my brother ever associated with you. But one thing is for sure, when you and I are done, you won't just be the has been that Rictor cleaned up on. You'll be the never was that got one shot at my belt and faded into obscurity... after I crippled you! You'll get what you have coming, you self-righteous assclown. You'll pay for what you've said, and what you've done. I owe that much to my brother. I owe that much to myself. And I always sleep with one eye open, so I can kick your ass in my dreams or in reality. So come with all you've got. I'm ready."
*Rictor walks away from the interview area and is met backstage by Nathan Hellstorm and Steven Black.*
NH: "Hey dude, nice speech."
SB: "Yeah, really choked me up."
RT: "Uh, thanks guys. We really haven't talked in a while. So what the hell is up?"
SB: "Well, we just wanted to give you a little something." *With that Black throws a huge right hook right to Rictor's face knocking him down."
NH: *suprised* "What the hell are you doing?"
SB: "Only what needs to be done."
NH: "Jesus Christ man, are you insane?"
SB: "What the hell are you talking about?"
NH: "You gotta soften him up before you knock him out!"
*Hellstorm then begins to kick away at Rictor's ribs as Black joins in. Someone is heard coming in the distance, but the mystery man is none other than Icon 2000! The trio continue to beat away on the prone Rictor. They all stop momentarily*
I2K: "Thanks for the help boys."
SB: "Don't mention it."
*As they continue to beat the hell out of the champion, officials begin to show up to pull them off but are one by one dispensed of by the superstars. More officials show up accompanied by C.E.O. Wheeler. He attempts to stop them but is thrown on his ass."
CEO: "All right, if that's the way you want to play it."
*Suddenly the body of Nathan Hellstorm is thrown out of the fray as the camera attempts to catch who is responsible for the help. The nest to fly from the fray is I2K who is launched backward through a table. Finally the camera catches up with the fray and we see none other than Brock Lesnar heaving the gigantic Steven Black above his head and slamming him down with an F-5 on the hard concrete.*
CEO: "Well then, looks like these three were itching for some action."
BL: "Yeah, I guess so."
CEO: "Too bad that I2K has a match already, but let's just give these other two a little bit of action. I'm going to reward their initiative with a little treat."
BL: "I think I like the sound of that."
CEO: "Oh, I'm positive you will. You see, they're going to be the first to become victims of the Next Big Thing, Brock Lesnar!"
*Brock and Wheeler do the Brock Bounce as the camera's pan up and then to the scene of destruction as Rictor is checked on by paramedics as the cameras fade out.*
END SHOW.
After the black betrayal that has hung over the heads of the BPCW for the last month, answers will most certainly be expected from a certain Icon. Meanwhile, as the battle between the Flock and the Playboys rages on what will occur when the two meet this month? All this and more will be addressed as Chaos runs free over Brothers Penis Championship Wrestling marking our one year televised anniversary.
A montage featuring scenes from the entire history of the BPCW run beginning with the inaugural set of tournaments at the very first pay per view in Anarchy of 2000 to the backstabbing that occurred at last month’s production. Scenes of camaraderie flash by highlighting the numerous stables and partnerships that have been forged and broken throughout the course of the federation’s rich history leading all the way to scenes of the thirteen Tough Enough contestants and finally with a picture of Foley which transforms into C.E.O. James Wheeler and finally into the BPCW trademark logo. The screen fades to black as the crowd erupts for recap and we head into an all-new opening to cap off a new era set to the tune of “Cochise” by Audioslave.
*The first actual action occurs in the arena and C.E.O. Wheeler ‘s music hits and out he comes to the approving roar of the crowd. He shakes hands and kisses babies (figuratively) on the way down the ramp and finally gets in the ring and poses for the crowd in classic “five second pose” style sending the crowd into hysterics with a chorus of flashbulbs lighting up the arena in grand fashion. He tips his imaginary hat to the crowd and sticks a finger up in the air and a microphone is promptly tossed in his general direction which he catches with ease.*
CEO: “Welcome to the first televised anniversary of the BPCW! *cheers* I know, I know, and while I must say this is one exciting event, there are more occurring even as we speak, and of course, there is a hell of a lot planned for the near and distant future! *roars spew forth from the crowd* Not to mention, the latest of which… my partial ownership, and complete upheaval of the UCW! After Doug Rohr defeated Randy Turco’s WWA last year and took over his federation furthering his empire of complete and utter… crap further west to the hallowed grounds of Minnesota. But with the help of that very man who was defeated, I was able to slip my foot and then his in through the back door! After months and months of planning, negotiating, re-negotiating and restructuring the entirety of the BPCW, I have, along with the pure genius of Randall James Turco set out to right the holy trinity of professional wrestling as we know it. But I am getting ahead of myself. Let’s move on to some business, shall we? Without further adieu, let me introduce to you, your number one contender for the BPCW Tag Team Titles, the Big Red Machine!”
*The Russian Duo with Mother Russia emerges from the backstage and is greeted with another overwhelming response. They enter the ring and shake the C.E.O.’s hand and proceed to parade around the ring indulging the millions and millions of Kremlinites*
CEO: “Now, I’m sure you’re all wondering… how can you have a number one contendor when you don’t have tag team champions in the first place? Well, it just so happens that I have another number one contender as well! If you hardcore wrestling fans have been watching the alternatives to BPCW out there you will see that I have acquired the service of a few rather… radical persons. Being the nice guy that I am, I thought for those of you who don’t get out to Michigan to often, or just want to see them that I would give you that chance. So when I signed these two superstars to their contracts with the help of their former boss, Randy Turco and I gave them a little signing bonus. But I’m sure that you’re all just a bit curious to find out who I’m talking about… so here they are, your other number one contenders… Chris Benoit and Jeff Jarrett!
*The crowd is stunned as the two superstars come out to a mix of their two entrance themes to an equally mixed reaction. Not knowing whether or not to trust these two former members of a rival fed the sheep are not sure which way to lean. They enter the ring and the Big Red Machine meets them in the middle of the ring towering over them and staring them down. Jarrett and Benoit seem startled but stare them right back until the Big Red Machine extend their hands and are met with a series of handshakes and embraces sending the crowd into a tizzy screaming in approval.*
CEO: “This is a major coup in the wrestling industry that we’re going to take advantage of in grand fashion. To Doug Rohr, these two weren’t good enough. So I’m playing Sir Mix-A-Lot. When that lunk head Doug Rohr leaves it, I pull up quick to retrieve it! *The crowd pops for the old school rap reference* To me, they are the foundation of my radical movement. You may not see a lot of these two in the near future since they’ll be joining the front lines over in UCW, but I wanted you to see and appreciate their talent. So this month we will be seeing these two dynamic tag teams facing off for the vacant BPCW tag straps. We have a foothold in the largest federation left standing folks, and with your help, we will use that to climb to the top of the mountain. So stay tuned boys and girls, we’ve only just begun.”
*The corporate music goes off and the strangely fitting group heads to the back all smiles and back slaps. A promo airs for Tough Enough documenting it’s hindrance due to the zoning laws surrounding the University of Minnesota moving the location for the house further upriver to a northern Minneapolis locale. But fear not, BPCW has bounced back from more. Taping has simply been slowed not halted, so look for it to debut soon!*
*The cameras are suddenly backstage being treated to a raging Venom destroying a back hall and yelling for the head of C.E.O. Wheeler. As he continues down the hallway destroying everything in sight, he begins to knock in doors,
screaming. Finally, he kicks in a door and is greeted by Randall Turco, former WWA leader, and the new head of BPCW Tough Enough.*
RT: “Is there something that I can help you with, or are you just rummaging around for shits and giggles?”
VN: “Don’t get smart with me asshole, where’s your goddamn bosom buddy, Wheeler?”
RT: *gets up out of his chair* “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you. Could you please repeat that for me?”
VN: “Oh, I think you heard me you washed up little piece of shit.”
RT: *stands face to face with Venom* “Listen you steroid poppin’, meathead, you fuck with me, and I’ll turn that shit all the way up. Now, if you’re looking for a fight, I can satisfy that little urge, but I don’t think that you’re looking for a match with me. So if you want someone so bad that you feel like coming in here and interrupting my business, you let me know who it is, and when I get around to it, if I feel like it, I’ll let him know.” *They continue to stand nose to nose for almost a minute before Venom breaks into a huge smile and gently pats Turco’s check.*
VN: “Heh, yeah, that sounds good chief. Why don’t you go ahead and do that.”
*Venom slowly turns, still smiling and walks out of the room and the camera pans back to see a pissed off Randall Turco touching his cheek and then smiling a large menacing smile flips his phone out and grimaces before hitting it’s buttons.*
RT: “Wheeler? Yeah, I have a little idea for the pay per view…”
*The camera fades off as Turco smiles and starts to speak into his cell phone as the action goes back to the ring and Raven’s music hits and the Flock emerges onto the stage. Raven leads the pack with his ribs bandaged still from the brutal street fight at Meltdown with Sex Pistol. They make their way to the ring, and surprisingly Frat Boy is the first to speak.*
FB: “Well, I’m positive that all you losers out there saw my victory last month. Now, tainted as it may have been, a man reaps what he sows, and Jon Seitz finally got his comeuppance. You see, it just goes to show, you don’t fuck with an outcast and expect to get away with it. Outcasts stick together in case you didn’t know. And we don’t take kindly to you yuppie ass wipes sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong! So what I’m going to do as a little thank you is give the returning Essa Rios a shot at my Midwest Title at Chaos. So, my little Mexican friend, why don’t you come on out here and thank me for giving you this little opportunity.”
*Instead of Rios’ music the crowd is greeted with “Big Pimpin’ and out comes the entire Harem followed by Sex Pistol and Sara. Seitz grabs the microphone and addresses Frat Boy.*
JS: “Hey, yo, listen up you little sawed off runt. I didn’t plow through the peons to get a shot at the Midwest title just so some little grease ball to come get all up in my hizzy and mess it all up! I was totally screwed out of the title and you know it. And now you’re trying to get out of a rematch by offering up a title shot to the man that cost me the match? I don’t think so, man. I think my boys here will agree, that simply isn’t going to happen. *They start to walk towards the ring as the Flock begins to emerge one by one from the ring and are eventually embroiled in a full-scale brawl on the ramp. After being separated the officials bring both groups backstage where they are both met by C.E.O. Wheeler!*
CEO: “Alright kiddies, this has gone on quite enough. I’m sick of your little feud and what it’s doing to my federation. So let’s just get this out of your systems. Keeping with the namesake of the next pay per view, I’m going to create a little Chaos of my own when Raven, Saturn, and Magnus take on Sex Pistol, Ian Wolfe, and Mark Bickler… in a Rage in a Cage match! No rules. No Pinfalls. No Submission. First team with all it’s members out, wins. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” *he begins to walk away and the fight looks as if it will break out again, but he steps back in the middle* “Oh, and one more thing, Venom, since you and Sex Fiend seem to be so hot and bothered at each other, Turco suggested a little something for you two to do at Chaos… A Boiler Room Brawl! I swear, we’ll make him one of the Brother’s sooner or later. So boys, take it easy, and as always Have a Nice Day!” *His cell phone rings and Wheeler walks off in his usual cocky administrative gait with a huge grin on his face as he chats it up. The camera continues to follow him through the halls. The conversation is muddled due to the peripheral noise but as time passes we get to a more abandoned hall way we can hear the C.E.O. clearly speaking.*
CEO: “Well, what do you mean they have you detained? … Can they do that? … Oh, come on, just for having those? … Didn’t you hide them like I told you?… What do you mean you forgot? … All you have to do is stick them in the arm of a shirt or something, good lord Brock, do you have any idea what kind of press this could give us? Give you? … Well, yeah, I mean, it would be good press to have someone as big as yourself caught with women’s dainties, so long as they aren’t yours… You did make sure they know they aren’t yours, right? … Okay, well, I’ll see you later then? … Sounds like a plan, say ‘Hi’ to the wife and kid for me… Yeah, thanks for flying to that hell hole, I know how much you hate Michigan… Oh, for sure… and the smell… *laughter* not to mention the lack of shopping… *in girly voice* blue light special in the garden shop, twenty pound mulch sacks are thirty percent off for the fall season… *more laughter* all righty then, take it easy big guy…. Thanks again… Uh huh, PEAUCE!”
*Back in the arena the cocky intro to the music of the baddest man in professional wrestling, Icon 2000 rocks the Igloo and the crowd immediately begins to curse and furiously berate the former super face. He sucks it all in and gloats all the way down to the ring throwing a couple of fake kisses and flipping a few birds to his not-so-adoring public. He walks around the ring as a few fans still attempt to give him a high five despite his heinous actions. In response he simply looks at them for a minute and turns his nose up walking away. One unruly fan jumps the barrier but is swiftly brought down by security but not before the Icon stomps the living piss out of him. He continues on his way to where the timekeeper’s table is and takes a microphone from the table and then proceeds to push the bell keeper off of his chair. He takes both to the ring and sits down in the middle on the chair.*
I2K: Rictor, Rictor, Rictor. The undisputed king of the world. The World Heavyweight Champion of the BPCW. What a wonderful little dream my friend. I do hope that you know that is what it is, and nothing more. Just a little fantasy world that you're living in, and I'm the nightmare to wake you up. I am the harsh reality that you'll have to face when in the middle of the night, you wake up in a cold sweat, and you know something isn't right. You know that I'm waiting for you. You know that you don't deserve the gold that is disgracefully laying around your waist. For my entire career here in the BPCW, I have been waiting to hold that title. I've fought for it over ten times now, and never have I won. Is it because the man was trying to hold me down? No, it's because in those other instances, I wasn't as good as you, or that brother of your's, or Sex Pistol. But the Icon has come into his own now baby. I've cut the baby fat, and I'm ready to rock you all night long. I'm setting my sights, and they're locked on your pathetic little title reign. As soon I get my hands on you, *makes throat slash* your little dream is all going to come crashing down around your head. Finally, I will reach the top, and there is nothing you with your limited intelligence and even more limited physical ability can do about it." *He turns over the chair quickly and pauses, to be treated to a familiar case of boos as he stands in the ring for a moment before continuing.* "You see, this is exactly what I'm talking about. I've been here since the beginning of the BPCW. I brought big name talent to this place from the beginning. When Wheeler was looking to hire some talent that people within our realm would recognize he didn't have to look any further than the Icon. Despite that fact, you fans have always hated me. You've always booed me even though I was only doing what each and every one of you would do in my situation. If you were backed into a corner and told to sit there while opportunity after opportunity passed you by, you wouldn't just sit there. Well... now that I think about it, maybe you gutless wonders would just sit there. In fact I'm probably the only one in this building that would do what I'm doing right now... telling the TRUTH! Now I understand why you boo me. Because you are too stupid to understand my desire to be the best. You would all rather sit at home with your cookie cutter house and family than taste what real competition and accomplishment is. Well, I have that hunger and for the past two years, I've been starved by this federation. So finally, I'm going to satiate that hunger, and it's going to start with Rictor. You know Rictor, you really could have been something. When we were feuding over the Midwest title, I thought you would become something great, but I guess I was wrong. You're just the same as all of these fans. You are without passion. You are without desire. You are without the constant yearning to become something more. You're nothing, and I'm coming to end your little fantasy. So when you lay your head on the pillow at night, and you attempt to fade away into the land of dreams, know that I will be there waiting for you. Your nightmare has just begun." *I2K's music hits and the crowd blasts him with curses and jeers as he simply poses on the turnbuckles egging them on. The screen cuts to a promo highlighting a press conference that C.E.O. Wheeler has announced for the day after Chaos regarding the future of the company and plans for the Genesis PPV. It's followed by a promotional video for the Chaos PPV which boasts the return of Icon 2000 to the squared circle.*
*The camera fades to the backstage interview screen where Daniel Zucker is standing along with Rictor ready to get his comment on I2K's little tirade. Zucker begins but a seemingly infuriated Rictor cuts him off before he can get a single word out. The new fan favourite is cheered loudly as he waits to speak.*
RT: "I'm not sure whether I2K is uninformed, or just" *in best Jimmy Fallon bostonian impression* "wicked retaaaded, but he seems to have a couple of screws crossed up in that head of his. Maybe he should get out his I2Screwdriver and do some self-examination, because his little assessment of me and my drive to excel in this business are further off than his chances of beating me for my title. I have just as much, if not more determination and desire to be where I am than anyone in this federation. Growing up in the shadow of my brother, it took me a long time to realize my worth, my talent. But I'm in full realization of my abilities now, and that's why I'm here" *looks down* "with this belt around my waist. And who decides to dole out this criticism? I...2...K? Who in the hell are you to criticize me like that? Icon of the BPCW my ass. You come and go as you please, you never think about what your absence means to the business, to the fans, to the guys in the back. You and your stuck up bitch of a girlfriend only care about yourselves. I'm suprised that my brother ever associated with you. But one thing is for sure, when you and I are done, you won't just be the has been that Rictor cleaned up on. You'll be the never was that got one shot at my belt and faded into obscurity... after I crippled you! You'll get what you have coming, you self-righteous assclown. You'll pay for what you've said, and what you've done. I owe that much to my brother. I owe that much to myself. And I always sleep with one eye open, so I can kick your ass in my dreams or in reality. So come with all you've got. I'm ready."
*Rictor walks away from the interview area and is met backstage by Nathan Hellstorm and Steven Black.*
NH: "Hey dude, nice speech."
SB: "Yeah, really choked me up."
RT: "Uh, thanks guys. We really haven't talked in a while. So what the hell is up?"
SB: "Well, we just wanted to give you a little something." *With that Black throws a huge right hook right to Rictor's face knocking him down."
NH: *suprised* "What the hell are you doing?"
SB: "Only what needs to be done."
NH: "Jesus Christ man, are you insane?"
SB: "What the hell are you talking about?"
NH: "You gotta soften him up before you knock him out!"
*Hellstorm then begins to kick away at Rictor's ribs as Black joins in. Someone is heard coming in the distance, but the mystery man is none other than Icon 2000! The trio continue to beat away on the prone Rictor. They all stop momentarily*
I2K: "Thanks for the help boys."
SB: "Don't mention it."
*As they continue to beat the hell out of the champion, officials begin to show up to pull them off but are one by one dispensed of by the superstars. More officials show up accompanied by C.E.O. Wheeler. He attempts to stop them but is thrown on his ass."
CEO: "All right, if that's the way you want to play it."
*Suddenly the body of Nathan Hellstorm is thrown out of the fray as the camera attempts to catch who is responsible for the help. The nest to fly from the fray is I2K who is launched backward through a table. Finally the camera catches up with the fray and we see none other than Brock Lesnar heaving the gigantic Steven Black above his head and slamming him down with an F-5 on the hard concrete.*
CEO: "Well then, looks like these three were itching for some action."
BL: "Yeah, I guess so."
CEO: "Too bad that I2K has a match already, but let's just give these other two a little bit of action. I'm going to reward their initiative with a little treat."
BL: "I think I like the sound of that."
CEO: "Oh, I'm positive you will. You see, they're going to be the first to become victims of the Next Big Thing, Brock Lesnar!"
*Brock and Wheeler do the Brock Bounce as the camera's pan up and then to the scene of destruction as Rictor is checked on by paramedics as the cameras fade out.*
END SHOW.
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