IM/Dave vs. Money/Everhart

[Ben Zenith]

Main Event #1

Tag Team Grudge Match
"Iron Man" Jimmy Ice & Dave McIntyre
vs.
"Big Time" Bobby Money & Ethan Everhart
Nothing needs to be said as this match hypes itself up!

[Ben Zenith]

Note: Just wanted to mention that the deadlines for roleplay will be up to the very last day of Feb. 25, 2008 at 11:59P.M. Have fun

[Big Time]

BOBBY MONEY RULES, JIMMY ICE DROOLS!!!


Bobby Money is walking the horrible looking streets of Phoenix, Arizona. The next NBA Surge event will be held there, and the city is in a buzz, as the event has been sold out for months, due to the hype that the Double Main Event has recieved.

Bobby is wearing expensive white summer jacket, white pants, white sandals, and dark tinted Gucci shades. He is surrounded by several of his private security. On lookers, mostly young teens, call out to him saying, "Bobby Sucks!" and "We hope you die Saturday!" Bobby smiles and gives them the finger.


An NBA Camera is there as well. They walk in front of Bobby, as he looks at the streets in disgust. An NBA reporter is present.


Reporter: So Mr. Money, how do you like Phoenix, Arizona, and are you looking forward to this Saturday Night Surge?


Bobby: THIS IS ONE PITIFUL ASS PLACE! HA! Oh, and I can't wait for Saturday. Two reasons are, 1. I finally get my hands on that idiot Iron Gag! (Sticks hand down his throat), and 2. afterwards, I can finally leave this filthy place. The people here remind me of Jimmy Ass-wipe. They SUCK like he does. I can't say enough about my two opponents this coming Surge, but before I get to them, let me first talk about my partner, The Oracle Ethan Everhart. It's no secret that Double E is a freakin genius when it comes time to compete. He took Iron Man's best move about 50 times and got up to compete in the next event, and win! However, I worry about the level of respect he has been giving Dave McIntyre and Iron Man Jimmy Ice, in his recent promos. I also don't like it that he doesn't allow his manager to get involved in his matches when he should.


Ethan, with that being said, next to partners in the New Society, I couldn't have picked a better partner. You know what it's like to compete in the big stage, and succeed. So when it comes game time, I know that you will be ready! Your manager, Ian Mason, is also more than welcome to be at ringside. HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!


Bobby stops for a moment, and licks his mouth from thirst. He snaps his fingers, and someone quickly comes with a can of RC Cola. He takes a sip, and quickly spits it out in the person's face.


Bobby: YOU IDIOT!!! WHO THE HELL DRINKS THIS CRAP? GET ME SOME FREAKIN LEMONADE!!!!


A sensual looking lady runs up and gives him some lemonade. She smiles as he drinks it with satisfaction. She hands him a black marker, pulls up her shirt to reveal her breasts. He removes his shades, and signs her chest. She runs off jumping up and down for joy.


Bobby: Yeah honey, and get those things evened out! I have a friend who does that sort of thing back home.


Reporter: Ahem, Bobby can I ask....


Bobby: THAT'S MR. MONEY TO YOU BITCH!!!


Reporter: Sorry sir, Mr. Money, what about your two opponents?


Bobby: As for my crack addict opponents, they could stay home, and not show up, if they know what's good for them.


Reporter: Crack addict opponents?


Bobby: YES!! Cause they must be on drugs, if they think that they are going to win this match! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!


Reporter: Oh, I get it.


Bobby: SHUT UP!!!


Bobby motions towards the reporter as if he is about to slap her. The reporter drops her microphone as she runs away in fear. Bobby picks up the microphone with a handkerchief, and speaks into it.


Bobby: So hard to find good help nowadays.


Now Jimmy Crackhead, I didn't like it when you interfered in my match with Eddie G. I also didn't like it when you and that She-male of yours, Missy Monroe, or should I say, Mister Monroe, HAHA!!! I didn't like it when you two bozos tried to embarrass me, Mayhem and Selena on the main event of MY SHOW!!! For that, you paid by losing the match, after I lovingly tapped my tag partner in the face. So now you want a piece of Money? You little punk, I am going to make your life A LIVING HELL!!!! NBA is going to pay dearly, for passing up Bobby Money in the awards ceremony. They are going to PAY EVERY LAST CENT!!!! cause everybody knows that Bobby Money always gets the last laugh, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!


Jimmy Kimmel, You are a piece of trash, and I despise you and everyone associated with you! I was so happy to see you and that little prick of a champion we have, Ben Zenith, go at it. I really hope you two kill each other, so that we could finally rid this world of the two BIGGEST EGOS IN WRESTLING!!! So Jimmy Jones, you better hope that you trip and fall down the steps of the arena when you get here, cause IF you make it to this match on SURGE, I will hand you the beating of a lifetime! Forget about everyone you've ever faced, I am THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN to your career. HAHAHAHAA!!!!


Bobby pulls one of his security guards by the tie, and gives him the microphone to hold.


Bobby: Hold this, puke face!!!


Guard: Yessir.


Bobby: Speaking of EGOS, we also have the great Dave McCrack-Intyre, (Mimmicks McIntyre) "Oh, look at me, I'm a frickin Legend mate, cheerios and all that sort of crap!", WHOOP-DE-FREAKIN-DOOOOO!!!!!! The only thing Legendary about you is your BIG ASS, INFLATED HEAD!!!! You legendary ass-wipe! HAHAHA!!!! Welcome to my backyard, Davey boy smith.


Davey Jones, you just make sure you mind your own business, when I take out your partner, Ya heard? Cause if ou don't, I promise that you will join him on the shelf. HAHAHAHA!!!! So Donny-Danny-or whatever the hell your name is, nobody cares, keep that BIG penis-looking nose of yours clean in this match. If you do, I'll let you leave with only minor injuries. HA!!!


So in all, I would just like to say that....


Bobby stops and we see a large group of people with $100 dollar bills in their hands.


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Bobby whispers into the camera as the crowd continues to shout.


Bobby: Those idiots don't even know that I gave them counterfeits. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!


The scene slowly fades to black, but then....


Bobby: WOWOWOWO!!!!! ONE MORE TIME!!!!!!!


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The scene fades out to the NEW SOCIETY LOGO and then to black.


DAVEY MCINTYRE ALSO DROOLS!!!HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

[Jimmy Ice]

**Fade into Jimmy Ice and Dave McIntyre, out for a day on the town in down town Dallas. The two men sit side by side at a table in the massive mall. A sea of people stand around, although in an orderly fashion and wait for their turn to come. As the many fans of people come and go, Jimmy and Dave chat idly as they pose for pictures and sign photos and merchandise.**

Jimmy: “Thanks for coming! So what do you think Davey? The Establishment in the NBA?”

Dave: “There you go lad, run along. Jimmy, when I saw that card, I damn near wept. I know you and I have been talking about it for a while, but to finally be able to get into it . . . I can’t wait.”

**Jimmy poses for a picture with a little girl who gives him a kiss on the cheek. He smiles and gives her a hug as she walks away with her parents.**

Jimmy: “Damn right. To bad we couldn’t get Mav and Chris to make the jump with us.”

Dave: “True. But they’re busy. And hey, we don’t need the help do we?”

Jimmy: “Against Bobby Money? Are you serious? Never in my life have I come across a man who makes this so easy. Its like a never ending vacation.”

**Dave laughs as he turns and looks his close friend in the eye. His thick Scottish accent very evident in his booming voice.**

Dave: “Jimmy, I personally guarantee a victory this week! The Chosen One and Greatness, Unmatched . . . you don’t get any better than that my friend. Its why we teamed up so along ago isn’t it?”

Jimmy: “That’s right.”

Dave: “You talked to Missy about her match?”

**Jimmy turns and looks at his friend questioningly.**

Jimmy: “Any reason I should have?”

Dave: “Come on Jimmy, she’s teaming with her sister and her cousin . . . and Ben. You and Ben damn near came to blows twice now. You even interrupted a match to yell at each other. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about things.”

**Jimmy looks down for a moment and motions for the manager to come over. The Man leans down as Jimmy leans over.**

Jimmy: “Can we take ten? I need a break. Just make sure no one goes anywhere. I guarantee we’ll get to everyone.”

**The Manager nods with a smile.**

Manager: “Of course Mr. Ice. Take your time. I don’t see these people going anywhere, any time soon.”

**Jimmy nods his thanks as he turns and motions for Dave to follow him. They stand and walk to the back area as the Manager announces to the crowd about the ten minute break. When they’re backstage alone, Jimmy turns to Dave and shakes his head.**

Jimmy: “I don’t know Dave. There’s something wrong here. Ben has never been like this. I came here when Missy called me on the road that day and asked me to join her here. She told me Bev had gone missing and she really needed help. I came here to help out my fiancée and find our friend. I’d be lying though if I said I wasn’t excited about signing up.”

Dave: “I remember when you called me and told me join you here.”

Jimmy: “That’s right. When I got here, Ben and I were like two brothers who hadn’t seen each other in a long time. We even teamed up to beat Bobby and Mark in a match. But lately, things are different. Something is definitely wrong Dave. Even Bevvy came to me and said something is up.”

Dave: “How do you mean?”

Jimmy: “Well Bevvy and I have always been close. She’s a lot like Missy in some ways . . .”

Dave: **Interrupting** “Yeah cos she’s hot . . .”

Jimmy: **Pauses and chuckles** “Yeah . . . and then, there are a lot of ways she is different. She and I have always gotten along. I help train her. When she came to me the other day, I got the feeling she wanted to tell me something but held back.”

Dave: “You think it has to do with Ben?”

Jimmy: “Who else would it be? “

Dave: “Well even an old man like me can tell she likes him.”

Jimmy: “Yeah . . . just don’t say that to Missy. She’ll tear your heart out.”

**Dave sighs wistfully as Jimmy smiles and shoves him.**

Jimmy: “Jackass. I don’t know Dave. Part of me wants to knock Ben on his ass. But then something tells me to hold up, like . . . there’s a missing piece here. Its like Ben knows something he isn’t telling me . . . or can’t tell me.”

Dave: “Listen Jimmy, how long have we been friends?”

Jimmy: “A couple years.”

Dave: “Have you ever known me to give you bad advice?”

Jimmy: **shakes his head** “No.”

Dave: “Then listen, we’re going to go in and do this. We’re going to go and beat Bobby and Ethan and then, I’m going to do whatever I can to help you and Missy. I’ll watch your back. You just make sure you find Beverly. And . . . you know introduce us.”

**Jimmy laughs as Dave claps him on the shoulder.**

Dave: “Use the camera, son. I’m going to take a piss.”

Jimmy: “Classy.”

Dave: “That’s my middle name.”

**Dave smiles as he walks away. Jimmy watches him go and turns to the camera.**

Jimmy: “Bobby Money . . . NBA’s reason to promote the use of condoms. What can I say about you that hasn’t already been said? . . . plenty. Every time I see you Bobby, I get new material. You think you were clever, hitting Mark and costing Missy and me the match? **Shakes his head** What’s really sad is that you didn’t trust Mark enough to handle his business. You knew he and Selena couldn’t beat us so you took the cheap way out. Fair enough. Just knows it’s a sad day when you have to hit your own partner to get a win or someone you hate. I wonder what Mark has to say about that? Its pretty much an insult to the man you call your friend that you came down and wasted his hard work. If I was Mark, which, thank God I’m not, I’d be pissed at you. But, I’m sure some dumb reason will eventually come out as to why you did what you did, so do your thing. In the mean time, let’s address what you had to say . . . or the lack thereof. First, no I didn’t want a piece of you. Honestly, I couldn’t be bothered. But it looks to me like you have this obsession with me so I’m going to humor you and show you why your obsession isn’t at all well founded. You seem a little bitter about being left out of the awards. But then, who can blame those who voted? The people that mattered got the votes while the people who didn’t . . . like you . . . were left out. So sad buddy, but its true. Now, you seem to have trouble getting my name right. Its Jimmy Ice. I know you know that, you just have a hard time saying my name simply because of my superiority. I know with an ego like yours, it must be hard. You have this overinflated sense of self that hinders you quite a bit so that even the most basic functions, like speaking for instance, just don’t work out well. You know, maybe you’re like ADD or something. Either that, or you’ve taken on the tourettes banner. Because watching you in that last little show you gave us, I’m seeing a disturbed young man with nothing to say. Instead, you just yell and make some of the worst jokes ever. Like saying you’re bad for my career. On the contrary Bobby, you’re one of those guys that’s more in danger of self destruction than anything else. You’re about to stupid yourself right out of a job. The fact is, while you face me, you’re ok. Once I drop you, you won’t be able to hang on your own anymore. So if you really look at it, I’m the one doing you a favor by humoring this obsession.”

**The manager comes back and informs Jimmy he’s ready whenever Jimmy is ready.**

“Well Bobby, I’ve got to get back to work. But before I do, let me ask you something. How did you like our joke? I personally thought it was hilarious. And you can thank me for taking the high road. Instead of telling the world it was four trains and two buses, I cut it in half for you. You’re welcome.”

**Jimmy laughs as Dave walks up and they head back out to the table. The camera follows and stands behind both men as they sit down. Suddenly, the entire crowd at the mall breaks out . . .**

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**Jimmy and Dave laugh hysterically as Jimmy turns to his friend.**

Jimmy: “I didn’t even have to pay them! Man this is too easy!”

**Fade to black.**

[Davey]

McIntyre: Fucking hell I think that turned my brain to mush.

We fade in on Dave McIntyre & Jimmy Ice, still in Dallas, but now far away from the fan signing. The boys are now partaking in an activity of a different kind. Hitting Dallas’s night spots. An activity that Dave certainly excels at, and one that Jimmy sees as a necessity, if he doesn’t go along, god knows what sort of trouble Dave will get himself in. As per usual Dave is throwing back the champagne like it was going out of fashion, while Jimmy watches on with some amusement.

Jimmy: What you babbling on about now?

McIntyre: Man, Bobby’s promo. Its no wonder the population is getting less intelligent by the day when we let stuff like that get on to our screens is it?

Jimmy watches as Dave chugs champagne out of the bottle, not exactly what you would call classy behaviour from everyone’s favourite Scottish man.

Jimmy: Yeah, it will be the promo that cause your brain to go mushy……nothing to do with the amount you have drunk tonight?

Jimmy rolls his eyes at Dave, as he gives him a playful punch on the arm, which sends Dave stumbling into the bar. Jimmy shakes his had in despair as Dave tries to steady himself, propping up against the bar.

McIntyre: I mean I telly you man, how dumb is this guy, he cant even get a stereotype right? Hey Bobby, next time you want to mimic someone using the old English stereotype, make sure that they are actually English right? I mean it does help. Sheesh!

Now Bob, I’m not going to waist to much of my time on you, lets face it, Jimmy is going to verbally tear you apart anyway, and I have better things to turn my attention to, but let me as you a question if I an, cause you see something is puzzling me.

What’s it to you I Ethan is showing Jimmy and myself some respect? Hell the fans do it, the backstage staff do it, and 90% of the wrestling world does it. Unlike you Bobby we have actually accomplished something of worth in the wrestling industry. Unlike you Bobby we respect the fans, and make sure at the end of the night when they leave the building they know they have got their moneys worth.

Its not that hard a concept to grasp Bob, respect earns respect, achievements earns respect, hard work earns respect, and most of all greatness earns respect, something that the Establishment has in abundance.

And you know something Bobby, despite what has happened over the last few weeks, we still respect Ethan, sure, what happened at the end of our last match may have been questionable, but lets face it no one can argue that he was able to pt in the hard work and dedication that was needed to match up with The Chosen one, and that in itself is a feat.

Dave pushes him self off the bar and stands swaying for a moment.

McIntyre: Oh, and he didn’t have to resort to name calling like some10 year old kid in the playground either, I’m really glad of that, could you imagine how embarrassed he would have been if he could only manage to come out with a few immature lame names?

Jimmy looks at Dave and shakes his head

Jimmy: You ready to go yet or what man, Missy will be waiting at home?

McIntyre: *grinning widely* Really?

Jimmy: Keep it in your pants man before I knock your old ass on the floor

Jimmy laughs as Dave tries to grab hold of him and simply side steps and watches his friend crash land on the floor.

McIntyre: I’m sure I used to be able to drink more when I was younger you know.

Jimmy: I’m so glad I wasn’t around then.

Jimmy helps Dave back to his feet and The Chosen one dusts himself down.

McIntyre: We can go in one minute, I just want to have another little chat with my new friend here with the video camera.

Dave turns back to face the camera, he looks dead ahead, but his eyes are glazed over, he may be there in body, but the lights are off upstairs.

McIntyre: Ethan, old buddy, old pal. What happened last time we were in a match together, I can put that down to the over enthusiasm of your manager, but I will give you a warning, right here and now, if you do not keep that little man toy of yours on his leash this time around, there will be hell to pay. If you can’t keep him under control, then I will find someone that can, and trust me, if I have to go back into the deep dark reassesses of my past I promise you this NBA will never be the same again.

I have had enough for now, I will see you all again when I’m sober.

Dave turns to Jimmy as he is walking him out of the club.

McIntyre: So tell me Jimmy, has Missy got any Scottish in her?

Jimmy: No I don’t think so why?

McIntyre: Do you think she would like some?

The scene fades to black as Jimmy throws Dave in the back seat of the waiting car.

[Super Girl]

Shame on you davey, lolz! i don't think my Jimmy wants to share though lolz!

[Jimmy Ice]

supergirl said:

Shame on you davey, lolz! i don't think my Jimmy wants to share though lolz!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

I like Missy all to myself.

[Ethan Everhart]

Lmao! I love it.

[Ethan Everhart]

The scene fades to "The Oracle" Ethan Everhart and his manager, "The Mastermind" Ian Mason. They are in Ethan's dressing room. Ethan is dressed to compete, and appears to be warming up, as he stretches in place. He is wearing his black "Ethan Everhart" logo T-shirt, and holding a half empty bottle of water, while sweat can be seen on his forehead. Ian is fully dressed in his navy blue Armani suit, with a pink shirt and burgandy tie. His black shoes appear as though they have just been polished. He paces side to side, while nervously holding his cellphone in his hand. Erin Everhart, Ethan's wife, appears to be using the restroom.

As Ian continues to pace, Ethan looks over to his long time friend and manager, and notices that he is in deep thought. Nonetheless, Ethan has something on his mind that he needs to let out, and it has to do with Ian.

Ethan: Ian, we need to talk.

Ian: What is it buddy?

Ethan: It's about my last match with McIntyre.

Ian: No problem Ethan, we will be ready this time. I'll be there to make sure he gets what's coming to him.

Ethan interupts Ian, by shaking his head, "No".

Ethan: Ian, do you even hear yourself talking?

Ian ignores Ethan, and suddenly his eyes open wide as he points to the sky. He appears as though he has come up with an idea.

Ian: Somehow we need to get Erin involved, so that she can distract him, while I help Bobby Money take out Jimmy Ice.

Ethan grabs Ian by the arms and shakes him forcefully, to get his complete attention. Ian is stunned at Ethan's reaction.

Ethan: I won't put Erin in harms way, DO YOU HEAR ME!? Don't you ever suggest a foolish thing like that again, EVER!

At that moment, Ian looks at Ethan in a confused matter.

Ian: What crawled up your butt?

Realizing his rash behavior, Ethan releases Ian's arms, gently.

Ethan: Look Ian, you and I go way back, so I'm asking you as a friend. Stop getting involved in my matches!

Ian: Oh, I see.....now that your wife is in your corner, you don't need me anymore.

Ethan: That isn't what I'm saying.

Ian: I SAVED THAT MATCH FOR YOU! YOU WERE ABOUT TO LOSE!

Ethan: HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT? Did it ever occur to you, that if you would have stayed in the corner and out of my match, that I could have won?

Ian takes a deep breath and relaxes.

Ian: Okay, I'm sorry for yelling like that Ethan. Your right, I'm wrong. But Ethan, there's something I need to tell you.

Ethan: What?

Ian: It's about you. You've......changed.

Ethan: What are you talking about?

Ian: Now please, just listen to what I have to say.

Ethan: Go ahead.

Ian: Maybe Bobby Money is right. You are showing way too much respect for your opponents. Especially Jimmy Ice and this Dave McIntyre fellow. You're getting soft.

Putting his hands up, and motioning for Ian to stop, Ethan has what looks to be a disgusted look on his face. Ian notices his reaction.

Ethan: Okay, that's enough. I am going to stop you right there Ian. If I let you continue talking, I am going to change my mind, and fire you as my manager. First off, I have nothing personal against Bobby, but who I choose to show respect to, is my business. All Bobby needs to know is that I am a professional. If he is my tag partner for the night, then as a tag partner, I got his back, cause no matter who my opponent is, I don't like to lose. One thing he was right about, and that is when it's "Go Time", I'm always ready to compete.

You see Ian, I don't underestimate anyone when I'm competing in the ring. I know what it's like to be in the ring with both Jimmy Ice and Dave McIntyre. And if there's one thing I have learned with my previous encounters with those two, it's that you don't underestimate these guys, and if I were Bobby, I would learn to respect my opponents soon. It's no secret that I respect them, but as my opponents, naturally I will do everything in my power to beat them.....without taking any shortcuts, cause maybe you haven't noticed, but I don't need them. I know that Jimmy and Dave are going to do everything in their power to beat us as well, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

All I can say Ian, is that you might say that I am getting "soft", but brother, I have never felt stronger.

Ian nods his head, appearing to agree with Ethan.

Ian: Fine......we'll do it your way......for now.

Ethan: Thanks. That's all I'm asking.

Ethan leaves the dressing room, leaving Ian by himself. Ian pulls out his cellphone and makes a phone call to an unknown individual. Ian takes a quick peak outside, to make sure that no one is listening.

Ian: Yeah, don't worry about it.....everything is going to go according to plan. With.....or without Ethan's cooperation. I'll see you at the show. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Scene fades to black.

[Ethan Everhart]

just a quick note. I wrote this promo in a way that if you guys want to use it for the show, then you can you don't have to if you want to, but I just wanted to help you guys advance the storyline I proposed a little while ago to Beverly.

[Ben Zenith]

admin said:

Note: Just wanted to mention that the deadlines for roleplay will be up to the very last day of Feb. 25, 2008 at 11:59P.M. Have fun

Just in case, There's still a little time left to promo gentlemen.