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Alien Spaceship
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Topic Started: Jun 2 2012, 08:26 PM (113 Views)
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Jack Erickson
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Jun 2 2012, 08:26 PM
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The scene opens to the sight of NEW’s tag-team champions grabbing their belongings out of the trunk of their car. Their flight had just landed a few hours ago, and they had decided to drop their stuff off in their locker room and meet with Thumper before exploring the beautiful city of London, England. Erickson grabs the remainder of his stuff, and slides a tip into the front pocket of the driver, before heading toward the arena. As the gentlemen get closer, the arena comes into sight, and both men stop dead in their tracks.

“What the fuck is that?”
Erickson looks up at the arena with a confused look on his face.
Raymond Hughes: “This is a trap. It’s a fucking alien spaceship!”
“The shit you see overseas… Why can’t they just build shit like the Americans?”
Raymond Hughes: “You mean the Mexicans? They build all your shit for you Americans anyway.”
“Let’s go, we have a lot of shit to do.”
Raymond Hughes: “Okay, but if we get abducted, your ass is getting probed first…literally.”
The two men continue their way toward the arena, and finally make it to the back entrance where all of the athletes arrive. Erickson and Hughes notice a few other superstars arriving at the same time as them, but pay them no mind. Hughes sees Switchblade out of the corner of his eye, talking on his cell phone.
Raymond Hughes: “Looks like Travis made this an open invitation.”
“Figures. I heard people from Majestic and Warped are going to be here. I don’t get it, why are they here. I thought the tour was over.”
Hughes: “You know it is all about the money Jack. Travis is trying to get paid by letting these low-lives on one of our biggest shows of the year. Hell, he even put them in the brawl where they have a chance to go on and win the Heavyweight Championship.”
“The superstars of NEW aren’t stupid, they will be the first targets of the brawl. We might not be too fond of each other, but we can’t let others come and make us look like a bunch of fools.”
Hughes: “Yeah, but we will be shortly after them.”
“I try not to think about it.”
Erickson and Hughes make their way into the arena, finding themselves in a beautiful lobby with photos of the Queen on almost every wall. Where the wasn’t a photo of the queen, or someone in the Royal Family, there was a picture of a famous sporting event. An usher directs them down a hallway, aligned with wooden doors with gold nameplates attached to them. The men walk down the hallway to try to find their locker room. As they make their way down the hall, Erickson reads the names of the doors he sees:
“Fat Cobra…going to need a bigger door.
Cam and Shawn Worely…probably can’t even ready their own name.
The Good Doctor…Gay.
Kidd Love…Does he still moan and complain?
Zoe McDraven…The shit I would do to you. Switchblade…Go back to your own show. James Stall…Forever Alone.
Jimmy Helmsley…Fucked your sister.
Romeo Stylez…This isn’t Jersey Shore bitch.
Ah! Here it is, Diamonds in the Club!”
Erickson swings the door open and flicks on the lights with Hughes trailing behind. Erickson looks around and finds everything to be in order, the locker room not much different than any of the others that they have stayed in on tour. RAW’s bags were already on the floor, signaling that he had already made the trip. Erickson and Raymond throw their bags down on the cement floor, and back their way out of their locker room. As Erickson and Hughes turn to head back down the hallway in which they came, they run into Thumper, making both men jump.
Thumper: “Hey guys!”
“Don’t fucking do that.”
Hughes: “You almost scared the bloody hell out of me.”
Thumper: “I can see you are in the right state of mind Hughes. You guys ready for your interview. I am trying to schedule time for everyone to be able to sit down and cut a promo, so that they can get their voice heard. Ever since Mr. Blaine has opened the brawl to other people, I have been working non-stop.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever you say. Just let us grab out belts.”
Erickson pushes the door open and grabs the tag-team belts, and hands Hughes his belt, before resting his own over his shoulder. Thumper leads the men down the hallway, and out to the lobby. As the superstars travel throughout the arena they pass a few superstars who shoot them a dirty look, and looks of disgust. Thumper leads them on what is turning to be one hell of an adventure. Finally, they arrive at the interview room, where stagehands are waiting. All three men sit down, and start to get wired up with microphones. A make-up artist comes and puts on a little make-up to the face of Thumper as he sits back and enjoys it. Once the artist was done, he turns and tries to put some make-up on the face of Erickson, but Erickson slaps her hand away.
“I don’t need any make-up, I am naturally handsome, and photogenic.”
Hughes: “None for me either, thanks. Only bitches need make-up.”
The champions shoot a look at Thumper who is getting all of his papers in order for the interview. Once everyone is wired, and ready to go, the cameraman signals for Thumper to start the interview.
Thumper: “Last week on NEW Generation, you guys were in the main event, and supposed to face Disturbed and Silver Electro, two men you guys have had some beef with in the past few months. Before the match started, you took out Silver, and tried to cheat, make it a handicap match. But before you could take advantage, Jihad announces that Xander Cross will replace Silver. You guys go on to lose the match, thoughts?”
“We tried to cheat? No. That’s not it at all. We are SMART. Where does it say that it is illegal to take out an opponent before the match starts? This isn’t underwater basket weaving. This is professional wrestling. You have to adapt, and be ready for everything. Always watch your back. That is why you have to have friends in this business. They will be able to watch your back for you. Isn’t that right Raymond?”
Erickson reaches over and pats on Raymond’s shoulder and smiles.
“That is exactly right Jack. This is a dangerous business Thumper. People will lie, cheat, and steal to get what they want, and to get ahead in the industry. Is it our fault that Silver had an “accident” before the match? Not at all. If Disturbed was a real teammate, he would have been there to help out Silver. But whether you think it was cheating, or whatever, it is time for Silver to realize that he needs to back off, before we end up killing him. He keeps trying to come at us and get revenge, but we keep putting him back where he belongs. Silver, it’s going to be hard for you to get revenge from your hospital bed.”
“So much for being a warrior, right Silver? Look around. Everyone has left you, and you can’t even make it out for your own match. It’s over Silver. Stay out of our way or you’ll be at home watching NEW from your couch, alongside Reno Taylor.”
Thumper: “Those are strong words from your Tag-Team Champions. Silver, I would watch out if I was you. Next question, you guys are going to witness the other two members of your group facing off for the World Heavyweight Championship at the Brawl. This could have consequences on you guys, and on the group. What is going to happen?”
Raymond Hughes: “Do we look like fucking fortune tellers mate?”
“What my friend here is trying to say is that we don’t know. When we first heard about the match, we were in shock. We never thought it would come down to this. I still believe Travis is using it to try to split up the group. I thought we were going to have to pick sides when the match was over, but that was before I talked to both of them about the match.”
Thumper: “And what did they say…”
“They pretty much were both on the same page and said that the match was going to be out of respect for each other. Let’s face it, Doc does deserve a shot at the title, and it just happens that RAW is champ. Both men will leave it all on the line, and the winner will have the respect of the other, and nothing will change between us. We will continue toward our goal. We have accomplished so much, and we aren’t going to let the title get in the way of that. As long as it stays around the waist of someone in DITC, we are happy.”
Thumper: “Fair enough. Let’s move onto something that has to deal with you guys a little more. The big picture, the London Brawl, what do you think are your chances?”
“I think I am going to be the first one eliminated. How do you think my chances are? Honestly, I don’t understand how you have this job. This match is going to be a huge cluster fuck. The only thing that is going to go faster than eliminations is the spread of diseases in there. As I was telling Ray when we first got out here, even though not all of the NEW superstars get along, we have to make sure that someone from Warped, or one of the other representing federations wins, that would make NEW look like a joke. Honestly, this much has many aspects a superstar will need to win, and I believe I have all of them. Let’s look at what it takes to win the London Brawl: 1) You need to have some fucking luck. If you are one of the first people in the match, you have less of a chance of winning than someone who comes in last, and who is one of the luckiest guys in NEW? That’s right, this guy. Not all my success at the casinos is due to skill, luck is also involved. 2) You need friends. The more people you have on your side, the more help you will get, and I have a few friends in the match including Raymond over here. We will be watching each other’s back, along with any other friends we have in the Brawl. Here’s looking at you Jimmy!”
Erickson picks up a glass of water, and winks to the camera, before taking a drink of water. He puts the cup back onto the table and continues.
“3) You need skill. Without skill, you are just a sitting duck, and a waste of an entry. For Instance, James Stall, that guy needs to go somewhere.” Raymond Hughes: “Batting cages probably.”
All three men chuckle as Erickson continues.
“You need all of those things to win the London Brawl, and I think that I personally have all of those aspects, so I think my chances of winning are pretty high. If I don’t win, I am sure one of my Diamonds in the Club teammates will. This is a chance where we can show NEW that Diamonds in The Club mean business. This will be a night to remember for us Thumper.”
Thumper: “Alright, sounds like you are pretty confident about the Brawl. I wish you guys the best of luck, but that is all the time we have, as you know I am on a busy schedule. Thanks for joining us.”
The scene fades as the interview ends.
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