NBA Surge Card 12-17-07

[Ben Zenith]

Hey everyone, Al Albert here once again! NBA Saturday Night Surge will be coming to you LIVE from the beautiful Georgia Dome in Atlanta, GA. I personally cannot wait for this event.


A reunion of sorts? The NBA World Tag Team Champions, Big Time Bobby Money, & The Maniac Mark Mayhem along with Selena and the newly crowned NEW Internet Champion Saint Omen are once again together. They will be facing in an 8 Man Inter-gender Tag Team Match against the team of The NBA Television Champion Sean Classic, The newly crowned FTW World Tag Team Champions Kenua and Eddie G. (The Three Amigos), and to even it out on the female side, Supergirl Missy Monroe.


The FTW Extreme Champion Anthony Tarantino defends his title against Free Agent Kevin Courageous.


The NBA United States Champion, Dave McIntyre will defend his gold
against V.I.P. This is going to be more like V.I.M. Very Incredible Match!


Ben Zenith and Meggan Monroe will be there to give a very special LIVE announcement. Two weeks ago they dropped a bomb by announcing that Meggan was pregnant by Ben and that Ben Zenith knew where Beverly Hyatt was. However, their absence last week proved very suspicious. What is it that they have to say this week? Are they going to finally announce where Miss Hyatt is? Or are they going to tie the knot like Jimmy and Missy?


However, Miss Hannah Harper wasn't too pleased that Ben and Meggan took the day off last week without permission, so this week The NBA World Champion will be in a Handicap Match against the FTW World Champion Mr. Natural and The Paragon Scott Williams. This doesn't look good for the NBA Champion.


In our Second Main Event, it will be The Iron Man Jimmy Ice, The Oracle Ethan Everhart and Craig Lovecraft battling it out in the finals of The NEW Universal Heavyweight Championship tournament. Let's just say that Ben Zenith and Mr. Natural will not be the only World Champions around here after next week. This is going to be quite awesome.

Catch it LIVE!

Promo Away!

[Anthony Tarantino]

(This is a radio iw. No scene)

*The scene opens with Anthony Tarantino’s voice being heard.*

Host: I hear your wrestling in the NBA this week and your taking on a man by the name of Kevin Courageous. Thoughts?

Ant...........

Host: Are you there.......

Ant: Who?

Host: A guy who goes by the name of Kevin Courageous.

Ant: *Silence* Who?

Host: Haha, that is why we love you here bro!

Ant: But in all seriousness, can you give me some info on this unlucky son of a bitch?

Host: Umm, give me a sec. Ill check it out.

*We hear some papers in the background.*

Host: Well this is what it says.....They say he is a free agent.

Ant: Why the hell is he not signed up with the company? Does he think he’s gonna walk in and demand things? Well on the other hand this is more of a punishment for him. It must be fucking scary knowing your debut match is going to be against the best wrestler this place has. This Kevin character stands no fucking chance.

Host: I agree with you there bro. But can you believe he is getting a title shot?

Ant: He’s getting a fucking title shot haha? What a joke. Why in the fucking world would some loser bum off the street get a title shot? Come on id rather face the 31 year old illiterate VIP.

Host: For you folks out there VIP is a loser recently beaten by Anthony.

Ant: Well I can always use an off week. It give’s me more time to spend with Tina you know what im saying?

Host: Yea I got it bro. We gotta cut you off, another guest is coming down.

Ant: Alright take it easy bro.

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*The scene opens with Kevin Courageous entering a training facility in Atlanta, Georgia. He is dressed in a black jump suit and is carrying a gray gym bag. There are several NBA scouts around as he quickly begins to warm up for his training.*

KG: So I was listening to the radio the other day and as I switched stations, there was this annoying voice that I began hearing. Just as I was about to change the no name station, I realized that the voice belonged to none other than my opponent next week, Anthony Tarantino. Now, I don't want to come in here and start ranting and raving about how much I deserve a title shot. No, I won't do that. Listen Anthony, first of all I never asked for a title shot, I was given one by the NBA. Second genius, I may a free agent, but that doesn't mean I've never competed here before. This isn't my first fight and it won't be my last. Notice I call it a "fight", not a wrestling match. If this is for the Extreme title, then that means that we're getting "extreme". Don't think that your little promo changes anything. Speaking of which, was that the best you could do? You talk about me not deserving a title match, but Goomba, you sound like someone that deserves nothing, much less a title. Well, maybe I'm wrong about you deserving nothing, because you do deserve to get your ass kicked.

I know a little about you as well Tarantino. I know that you are a persistent little prick with nothing better to do than belittle your opponents and talk about how you think you're better than everyone else. Well, maybe you are better than everyone, because you are better than everyone at being an asswipe. Compare your silly little promo to mine boy, you're supposed to be better than me? *Laughs hysterically* Taking that title off of you will be my pleasure.

Now just imagine this, to you I'm some "loser bum" as you put it, but if you lose next week, what does that make you? Aren't you also a world champion? Shit son, you better do a lot better than this, because if a "free agent" beats you, you won't be living this down for a long time to come.

*KG begins to train with free weights and the scouts seem impress with him.*

Scout #1: Not bad KG, not bad.

Scout #2: Freakin awesome dude.

KG: Thanks guys, but I'm not finished. *Looks into another camera* Anthony, you calling V.I.P. illiterate is highly ironic. It's true he's a jerk off, but YOU calling HIM illiterate? *Laughs sarcastically* Oh, this definitely is your "Off week" as you put it, but not the way you think it might be. This Kevin character is going to show you why he's called courageous and when it's all done, lose, win or draw, you're not coming out of this fight unscathed. I am going to hurt you and hurt you bad boy. I'm the worst kind of opponent you want to face goomba, the kind that has nothing to lose, but everything to gain. See you in the ring you unlucky son of a bitch.

*Kevin continues his training as the scouts get out their cellphones and begin to make some important phone calls.*

[Anthony Tarantino]

*We see a shot of Anthony Tarantino in Boise Idaho. He is doing another show there.*

I don’t understand were they pull these joke of a wrestler’s from. I mean Kevin Courageous..... Give me a fucking break. Anyway, last night im ready to go to sleep you know? I just got in from a long flight and I want to crash but I cant because this stupid son of a bitch is talking so much shit at me and I just cant take all this abuse. So Kevin I have a few words for you.

Your right with the comment that you don’t deserve a title shot. Must be who get a title shot usually are known and your not known by any one but yourself and your crappy trainers and the loser paid off scouts you have. Now I hear you want to call this not a match but a fight....There is nothing more than I like to do than fight bum opponents and crush all of there dreams before they begin.

As I listened to all your little rants about complete shit, I also realized that you have a long list of third grade insults that stem from.....Im better than you so im gonna kick your ass. Come on bro am I supposed to take that third grade insult to heart? Should I even care about those idiot words you say? STUPID jokes like me being an ass wipe will not work and will not get you a win.

Now you are a loser bum and keep fantasizing about winning this title because all it is, is a fantasy. It will never be reality and will never leave your head. Im a world champion im a wrestling champion, im an extreme champion. Im currently holding three title belts and your garbage. Who’s gonna bet against me? Who’s gonna say you have a slight chance? Your fat cake eating coaches and your mother. Bro you’re a joke, go work at Burger King because your not good enough to wrestle. Not even fucking close and no where in my fucking league!

And this clown calls me unlucky. This fucking guy will be lucky to leave the arena alive. He Might just come home in a box on a refrigerated truck if you know what I mean.

Fuck this guy, this guy is a no body, this guy is a never was, he’s a never will be. He will never beat me for my title and he will never beat me period. At the end of the night what will you hear?

Rest In Peace Kevin.

That’s all you will hear, and the smell of your dead body because I just fucking killed you and bada bing that’s about all I wanna say to you. Im gonna wait until I knock you all over the fucking block. It will be my pleasure.

*The scene fades out to black.*

NBA Logo

[Ethan Everhart]

"What happens when there are no cameras, and all that is left is you, yourself, and your loved ones?" - Ethan Everhart

It is 2 A.M. in Las Vegas. The streets are unusually quiet at this time. Ethan Everhart lies awake in his bed. Next to him, his wife of six years, Erin Everhart, is sound asleep. Ethan stares blankly outside of the open window. A small light shines through the window from a billboard sign across the street. He begins to think back to a time when things were much simpler. When he didn't need to worry about World Title matches or about preparing himself for the match of his life. He looks to his wife. He remembers when they met. He was beginning his career as a magician, performing in Las Vegas, and she signed on as his assistant. They immediately fell in love and ever since then she insisted upon being part of every aspect of Ethan's life. Wanting simply to be a part of every dream and every goal that he has ever had.

However, when he became a Professional Wrestler, things suddenly changed. Oh, she still wanted to be there. He just would no let her be. He thought about how the constant traveling would take toll on her. He didn't want her to see him in pain after some of the more brutal matches he has been in, notably the ring wars he's had recently with Eddie G. And he didn't want her to be there when he lost his NBA Television Championship to Sean Classic. He felt it would be too much for her to handle emotionally and physically. He had at times wished that Erin was more like Missy or Melissa, but he felt that perhaps it was too much to ask for his wife to make the transition from being a magicians wife to becoming a wrestler's wife. He couldn't ask her to do that.

Ethan gets up from the bed slowly as to try not to awake Erin from her slumber. He heads towards the kitchen slowly. He opens the frig and begins to take out the necessary items to making himself a sandwich. Just as he removes the half empty jar of mayonaisse from the refrigerator, he notices that from the corner of his eye Erin is leaning by the kitchen entrance with her arms crossed. She is wearing a silver satin robe and bunny slippers.

Erin: Can't sleep much dear?

Ethan: Nah hon, just got some late night munchies I need to take care of.

Erin smiles. He thinks on how many times he has seen that smile. Not often enough. Erin turns on the kitchen light and walks towards Ethan. She fixes her amazing blue eyes upon his.

Erin: Ethan, I know you better than that. There are no cameras around, there is no one here for you to trash talk to like you do when you're at work. It's just you and me. If there's something on your mind sweety, I wanna know okay?

Ethan sighs in sweet surrender. He puts the jar of mayonnaise down on top the Kitchen island and sits down.

Ethan: I guess it's that obvious huh? Well, it's just that I can't get my mind off my match with Jimmy Ice and Craig Lovecraft next week. Hon, this is going to be for the NEW Universal Championship. I mean, this is probably one of the biggest matches of my career, if not, the biggest. Jimmy Ice is a multiple time World Champion for goodness sake, and this Craig Lovecraft came off a huge battle royal win from another wrestling promotion. Not to mention, he also beat the United States Champion, in a brutal match, to get to the big dance. Don't get me wrong, I'm afraid of no one, but I also know that I have a huge task at hand next week. I can sit here and trash talk about these two till next week, but the fact is that these guys know how to play the game as well. Erin, I am going to need to go into this match more focused then I've ever been. Do you know what a World Champion gets paid these days? The prestige? The honor of being called the best at what you do? I....I just don't want to blow it for us hon. This could really help us out. We can finally work on expanding our family, getting the house you've always wanted and even going to the honeymoon we could never afford on my crummy magicians salary. Honey, just imagine the possibilities. If there is one match I need to win, it's this one.

Erin listens patienly. Her hand gently caresses his face. Her smile, so reassuring.

Erin: Listen to yourself Ethan. You are focused baby. And it's okay to think about your match next week. Don't you think that maybe Jimmy Ice and Craig Lovecraft are also thinking about this match too? It's a big match, but no matter what happens, whether you are cheered or jeered, whether you win or lose, you will always be my Champion. And like always, we'll get by. You make more than enough money right now dear. Do you remember what Miss Hyatt told you when you signed on to be part of the NBA?

Ethan: Yes, I do. She said that she was so impressed with me and that if I kept doing what I was doing that it wouldn't take too long for me to sport gold around my waist. That she could see me making it big in the NBA.

Erin: Exactly. Ethan, I know you're destined for greatness. You have me don't you?

They both laugh. Ethan gently kisses her in grattitude for her comments. It is as though a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. Suddenly the phone rings.

*Ring, Ring, Ring....*

Erin: Who could be calling at this time?

Ethan looks at the caller I.D. and sees that it is his manager and friend, Ian Mason. Ethan quickly answers the phone afterwards.

Ethan: Ian? What's going on?

Ian: Can we meet? It's important.

Ethan: Sure thing buddy.

"A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow." - William Shakespeare

It is now 3 A.M. and we see Ethan and Ian meet inside a small diner. Both men are looking at the menu until suddenly Ian puts his menu down.

Ian: Ethan, it's obvious that we both have a lot on our minds. But I need to know if you're going to be 120% focused on this match next week. See, in your last match, it was like you weren't even there. Buddy, I need to know where your mind is going to be at next week.

Ethan: Ian, rest assured, I have never been more focused than I am right now. I know what this match means, and in no way am I going to take my opponents lightly. But, there is a favor I need to ask you.

Ian: Anything bro.

Ethan: I want you to stay in the back during my match with Jimmy Ice and Craig Lovecraft. This is something I want....I need to do on my own. Okay?

Ian is at first surprised, but then nods his head in approval.

Ethan: There's one other thing my friend.

Ian: What is it?

Ethan: I want Erin to be there too.

Ian: Really? Are you sure Ethan?

Ethan: Yes Ian, I'm sure....I'm sure.

Ian: No problem then Ethan. So....now it's time to get our game faces on. There's no looking back now.

"....No man, having put his hand to the plough, and looking back, is fit for the kingdom...." - Jesus Christ

Both men have sadistic smiles on their faces as Ethan nods in approval. the waitress finally comes over.

Ethan: Miss, I'll have a coffee....decaf.

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." - Mark Twain

The scene fades.

[vincent]

~ooc~ Yo, I didn't know you were such a philosopher Ethan. I was feelin that Roleplay man. Shit son, you impressed me and that's not easy to do.

[vincent]

**We are back from commercial break and V.I.P. is standing in the middle of the ring. He has the microphone in his hand and is dressed to compete. The crowd boos his presence.**


V.I.P: You know, Christmas time is just around the corner. So I'm here tonight, to spread some of that holiday joy around. And by the looks of things, it would not have been the worst idea to bring some egg nog, cause the people in this arena tonight are so damn oogly, I need to be drunk just to even look at this crowd.


**V.I.P. laughs as the fans continue to boo him.**


V.I.P: Well as everyone knows, V.I.P. just seems to be so famous that everybody around here wants to talk about me. Namely a couple of ass clowns like Anthony Tarantino, and Kevin Courageous. First of all Hillside Strangler, you can go strangle these nuts. You don't impress me and you having the FTW Extreme title is only going to bring that division down. Shit son, you didn't even care to mention the name of your title in your promo. You just called it "this" title. Son, you don't even know what that prick Kevin said do you? Man, he wasn't joking when he called you an asswipe, that's what you really are. How dare you get outclassed like that from a free agent! Embarrassing if you ask me. Go hide your head in shame boy, or better yet, go to back to sleep like you said you would do.


**Laughs again, but this time even the crowd agrees with his statement**


V.I.P: Now folks, I'm sorry for mentioning that fool Tarantino, but he is too much of an easy target. I just can't help it. But now, on to bigger and better things. Dave McIntyre, I'll admit that when I saw you win the NBA United States Championship, I was kinda impressed, but then again, your opponents weren't very impressive now, were they? As for me Davey, I didn't come out here to simply play a war of words with you. Now I know that I tend to use slang quite often when I speak, but unlike others, I know that you are an intelligent man. I know that you understand every word that is coming out of my mouth playa. And you know that I'm the kind of man that means what he says. When we meet next week for the United States title, it will be my mission to defeat you and take the U.S. title from around your waist. As a man, I know you can respect that. Just like I can respect the fact that you will be coming into Georgia with the same mind set. We both had brutal matches last week, and although we were not successful, we most certainly opened up a lot of eyes. Hell, the bookers were so impressed with us that they put this match together and said that it would be a, "Very Incredible Match." So all I'm here to ask you Davey, is if you are ready to steal the show with me next week and raise the bar to a whole new level.


**The crowd cheers in expectancy to this match up. V.I.P. has an intense look in his eyes**


V.I.P: Well I guess this crowd is ready to see this mach as well. I'll see you December 17th Dave, and don't forget to bring your dancing shoes.


**The scene fades out as V.I.P. throws the mic to the canvas.**

[Beverly Hyatt]

ooc - keep posting guys. btw, very enjoyable read Ethan. The first and last quote says it all. keep it up

[Ben Zenith]

(ooc) you know Ethan, I was going to tell you that you didn't need to promo since you promoed twice last week and you didn't get mentioned. I was going to let it count towards this event, but I'm glad I didn't bro, cause this last promo was just amazing. We got to see a different side of Oracle, yet the evil side still being there. ;D


(bic)

[glow=red,2,300]**The scene cuts to Ben Zenith and Meggan Monroe, who are at a nearby carnival. They are both dressed casually. Meggan is carrying several stuffed animals (Prizes they had won). Amazingly enough, even there, the NBA camera crew is seen filming them.**[/glow]

Meggan: Wow, these guys are everywhere. (laughs)

Ben: That they are Meg. (Looks into the camera) Okay, we can understand that alot of people are wondering what's going on with Ben Zenith and Meggan Monroe right now. All we can say is that you all will have to wait until Surge to find out what the announcement really is. Well, let's just listen to the exact announcemrnt that was given by NBA's lead announcer, Al Albert.

[glow=red,2,300]**A video flashes by of everything that has occured thus far between Ben, Meggan, Missy, Jimmy, Natural, Paragon and Hannah. as Al's voice is heard.**[/glow]

Al: ....Miss Hannah Harper wasn't too pleased that Ben and Meggan took the day off last week without permission, so this week The NBA World Champion will be in a Handicap Match against the FTW World Champion Mr. Natural and The Paragon Scott Williams. This doesn't look good for the NBA Champion.


[glow=red,2,300]**The video feed comes back to Ben and Meggan.**[/glow]

Ben: So Hannah isn't pleased is she? Woopde-freakin-doo! I don't care how she feels about any part of this situation. In fact, it has nothing to do with her, and she should mind her own damn business. I don't need her damn permission on anything. She isn't the GM of the NBA, only the FTW. She probably thinks that just because she's the only GM around right now that she can waltz into NBA Surge this Saturday and do whatever her heart desires. Hannah, there's no denying that you are an amazingly beautiful woman, but inside that black ugly heart of yours, there is nothing good. So, I am going into Surge this Saturday with both eyes wide open and both guns blazing. Do your worst, but get ready to face the consequences.

Meggan: I can't wait for Missy to hear the announcement Ben. It's going to be awesome.

Ben: Me niether Meg. (Looks into a second camera) Al Albert, you're wrong. This looks great from where I stand. Natural, you and Paragon may work well as a team, but in our handicap this Saturday, I'm going to show you why I am called a one man army. I know you two aren't coming for a simple one fall match up. But don't worry gentlemen, I will provide you with what you're looking for. War!

[glow=red,2,300]**Ben and Meggan continue to walk away as the scene fades**[/glow]

[Super Girl]

*Missy is seen with friends and family as she shows off her beautiful engagement ring. Suddenly an NBA camera crew arrives with none other than Mr. Entertainment Seth Jordan*

Seth: Hey Missy Montana, can we talk with you....yawwwn.

Missy: Um, are you sure you'd stay awake? Bored much? *Giggles* And the names Missy Monroe, Seth Gordon.

Seth: Yeah whatever. So now that you will be Missy Ice *Laughs sarcastically* Will your career go down the tubes as it seems it has been for the past few weeks, Miss Former Women's Champ? HA!!!

Missy: *Imitates his funny sounding laugh* That's funny coming from someone who doesn't even have a career to begin with. Seth, have you seen my ring?

Seth: No, I ...

*Just as Seth leans in, Missy jabs him in the eye with the ring*

Seth: YYYOOOOOUUUUCCCCHHHHH!!!!! Hey, what was that for? I'm just trying to do my job here.

Missy: Sorry Sethy. Ask away....yaawwwnnn.

Seth: Okay, first about the 8 man tag coming up. You and Selena will be in it. She's been after you for some time now. Any comments?

Missy: First smart question you've asked all day Seth. Selena is some mute bitch who has had lesbian tendencies towards me since day one. She says she's with Mark Mayhem, but I heard they were actually cousins and that Mark has a small pee-pee. Bobby Money can get whoever he wants for this event. He's got Saint Omen back in his team, but that's not going to help him much. Bobby knows that if he has any hope of beating The Three Amigos, Sean Classic and Supergirl Missy Monroe, he better bring an entire platoon. Selena, I'll be waiting for you in the ring.

Seth: Okay, just one more quest...HEY!!!!

*Meggan comes in th room and pushes Seth to the side. She is face to face with her sister*

Meggan: Hey sis, congrats on your engagement. I'm so happy for you. I hope you and I can talk. I have alot to talk to you about.

Missy: Thanks sis *Gives her a hug* Let's talk.

Seth: AWWWWW, isn't that cute!?! Gag me with a spoon please.HAHAHA!!!

*Missy rams a spoon in his mouth and walks away with Meggan smiling as the scene slowly fades to black*

Seth: GARGncjdnvkfkfkvjbdfkvnkjfnvkjkjkj........

[Ben Zenith]

(ooc) lol Missy. Poor Seth

[Ethan Everhart]

Wow, thanks so much for the compliments everyone. I truly appreciate it.

[Big Time]

Scene opens on Bobby Money, Mark Mayhem, Saint Omen and Selena. They are hanging out at poolside at Bobby's 250 room mansion in Beverly Hills. There are several Playboy models, Hollywood actors and singers present. They are celebrating an early Christmas party. NBA Cameras are also there. Bobby is surrounded by playboy playmates, Janine Habeck, Kia Drayton, Sarah Elizabeth, & Stephanie Larimore.

Bobby: Hey there everyone! In case you're wondering why we're celebrating early, well it's simply because Christmas came early for us in the form of an easy match up this week. Come on everyone let's celebrate the defeat of those four poor losers they've placed in front of us!

Omen Squeezes the breasts of some of the playmates, while Selena and Mayhem are making out by poolside.

Bobby: First we got the Fake Tag Team Champions in Kenua and Eddie G. Now, maybe it's just me, but it isn't because everyone agrees, but the ONLY Tag Team Champions around here are Myself and Mark Mayhem. Kenua and Eddie are borderline psychos and don't deserve to be in the same ring with myself, Mayhem, Saint Omen and Selena. They deserve to rot in hell and die an untimely death, due to overdoseing on steroids, which they do by the way. Yes, you heard it here first. Eddie, how does it feel to hold a title that means squat! HAhahah! And to think I once thought highly of you. Pathetic. Kenua, you're worst than pathetic. You disgust me.

Saint Omen is seen running into the house with two playmates giggling on his shoulders. Mayhem and Selena dive into the pool, creating a big splash.

Bobby: Sean Classic. Okay, let's stop right there. Classic? HAHAHAHAhahaha! Oh man, I almost lost my martini drink there. Sean, you are the Television champion, but I have the Internet Champion. Everyone knows that the Internet beats out the Television any day of the week. Sean, don't feel bad that you are on a horrible team. Why? Because you yourself are horrible. Classic? Ha. Don't make me laugh. Oh wait, Too late. HAHAHAhahahaha!!!!

Screaming is heard coming from the house. Selena and Mayhem are now seen talking to Will Smith, Jada Smith and Shia Labeouf. Jennifer Lopez and Mark Anthony are singing in the background.

Bobby: Missy, Missy, Missy. We got history don't we? I don't know if you remember what you did to an old friend of mine, Canadian Monster Rage. Yes, you cheap shotted the man and subsequently ended his career. So you like ending people's careers do you bitch? Well this Saturday, Jimmy "IronFag" Ice, or Ass, depending on how you say it, won't help you. Now before you say, "Oh I don't need his help." Bitch, you are going to need a fucking army in order to get out of this match alive. I am going to hurt you worst than Mr. Natural. But seriously, congratulations on your marriage ho.....ho, ho, Merry Christmas!! Hahahahah!!! Jimmy, sticking to one whore? You don't know what you're missing. HAHAhahahah!!!!

The playmates surrounding Bobby Money place misletoes above their heads.

Bobby: Oh wait a minute, Misletoes!!!

The scene fades out as Bobby begins to make out with all four Playmates.

[Jimmy Ice]

**Fade in on Jimmy Ice, sitting in his home gym. As the camera pans the large room, all different machines and weight can be seen. State of the Art Equipment, A dressing room section, a massive plasma TV that dominates one entire wall and in the middle of the room, the professional ring that completes the gym. Jimmy stands and walks to a corner of the room where a refrigerator stands in a small kitchenette. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and a towel off the shelf and walks back to his bag, which sits on a bench next to the dressing area. He picks up the remote next to his bag and aims it at the TV, muting the show that he’s been half watching, half listening to. He glances at the ring in the middle of the room and takes a drink of water as he drapes a towel over his shoulder. Watching the ring, or more importantly, the person in the ring, he smiles as Missy Munroe practices, unaware she is being watched.**

Jimmy: “Another big week this time around in the NBA. Ben and Meggan . . . and the dramas that have centered around that situation. The seemingly never ending question of where is Beverly Hyatt? Missy in an eight man tag match against Omen and God’s greatest mistakes in Bobby Money, Mark Mayhem and Selena. Hey Bobby . . . what does it say about you Bro when you can’t address me or Missy without making cheap insults? After I heard what you had to say, I check to make sure this wasn’t a third grade classroom. By the way, that hotel you call a mansion looks like shit. And the Motel 6 sign in the background sort of gives it away that you aren’t in a mansion. Next time, work a little harder on your presentation ok?”

**A yell comes from the ring as Jimmy looks back at Missy, who jumps off the turnbuckle in a front flip, landing gracefully on here feet.**

“On top of everything else, this week happens to be the week that Ethan, Craig and I square off for the NEW Universal Title. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking about it a lot. Craig I know more than a few things about. But Ethan surprised me. See, I’ve seen him a couple times around here and to be honest, I didn’t know what to make of him at first. He definitely has the skills. There is no denying that. After hearing some of the things he’s had to say, I know this is going to be a good challenge. So Ethan, I don’t know how much you know about me, but one thing you can expect is that I am not going to sit here and rip you apart . . . that is unless you deserve it. **Chuckles** You do good work man. I know the three of us are looking at this match as a big opportunity. You, you’re going into this looking for an opportunity to take your game to the next level. Honestly, who wouldn’t? The NEW Universal Title would be a huge addition to anyone’s resume. Craig heads into this match looking to add another belt to his stash. The man is good, flat out good. As a man who’s faced him, I know what he is capable of. You said it yourself, he just won a 40 man rumble in the ECWF. No easy feat. So then, my question to you is, what’s your game plan for him? How are you going to handle one of the industries best Main Eventers? Think about that Bro. This match isn’t a regular match, you’re looking at standing on top of the NEW Brand and as one of the NBA’s three premiere Champions. Big things happen when you have a title like that around your waist. The thing is, that’s the thought that consumes you isn’t it?”

**The ring rumbles as Missy practices a drop kick. Jimmy smiles as he continues.**

“And Craig . . . where do I start with you? You and I, we had a BIG rivalry in the ECWF and in many ways, we still do. The respect is there, no doubt. And I know you have the ability. Hell, you’ve demonstrated that more than your fair share of times. So what’s your gameplan for Ethan? There’s a kid that has the potential to eclipse many in this business and fast. Remember how many times you were billed at the fastest rising star the industry as seen in a long time? Well look at Ethan. You can’t deny, the kid’s got skills. He can hang with most anyone. You only have to look at him and you know the guy will pose a good obstacle. I know you’re sitting in your chair at home and asking yourself why is Jimmy Ice talking his opponents UP? Like I said to Ethan and if you think about it, this is an answer you probably already know . . . I’m not going to stand here and bad mouth you guys when I don’t need to. It isn’t warranted. That’s what sets some people apart from others. Just because your name falls opposite someone else’s on a card doesn’t mean you tear into them the first chance you get. Respect is the issue. It takes a half wit to constantly rip some one apart. It takes a professional to be able to talk to his opponent however the situation calls for it. You know that don’t you Bro? Hell, can I go out on a limb and say you learned a few tricks of the trade from me? I know we had our moments. It seems like there were times when nothing came out of our mouths but hate and rage. But that was in the past, in another company, for another belt. This one here is a whole new ballgame. So, how’re you going to play it?”

**Jimmy smiles into the camera as Missy politely “ahems”. He turns and sees her smiling at him leaning against the ropes.**

Missy: “You gonna stand there and talk or help me prepare for my match?”

Jimmy: “Right now? Talk. I’m taking a break from the massive lacerations that diamond ring has been giving me.”

**Jimmy turns his arm to reveal a big bandage on a gash on his arm.**

Missy: “You big baby. Get in here and wrestle.”

Jimmy: “I still don’t see why you’re practicing with that thing on.”

Missy: “Because I love you James. And, have you seen the size of it? Its like a weapon!”

Jimmy: “Tell me about it. I knew there’d be a drawback to a diamond that size.”

Missy: “Hurry up.”

Jimmy: “Yes Dear.”

**Missy laughs as Jimmy shakes his head and looks back into the camera.**

Jimmy: “As you can see, beating up her fiancé is a first priority to Missy. So I’ll finish this off with one last question. After everything I’ve said, how are you guys going to handle me? I came into this business to help Missy find a missing friend. Somewhere in this whole thing, I signed up to the NBA and believe me, I’m more than glad I did. It’s been a hell of a run since day one a few weeks back. Now, its what, three matches in and the Iron Man finds himself as one third of a Universal Title match. Not a bad few weeks at all. Then again, the same can be said for both of you. You’ve heard about each other, now ask yourselves, what do you do when you come face to face . . . to face . . . with a Legend? The Iron Man has plans for that NEW Title boys. I have every intention of coming in, kicking some ass and walking out with yet another title around my waist. I know, I can hear you say it now . . . a lot of guys say that when they’re going into a title match. There’s a big difference between them and me. At the end of the day, I actually succeed. If you have the time and the desire, you can go back through the history of Jimmy Ice and find out for yourselves. I don’t lose much boys . . . in fact, I don’t really lose at all. So don’t think I am going to start here, with this title match. Its every man for himself for one hell of a prize. Are you up for the challenge? Let’s hope so. I want a damn good match. See you in the ring.”

**Jimmy smiles as he turns and walks toward the ring. Missy taunts him playfully as he shakes his head and climbs in, only to have Missy jump on his back and lock in a chokehold. Jimmy stands in the ring as Missy yells, tightening her grip around his neck. Suddenly, she lets go, cutting Jimmy on the neck in the process as Jimmy yells in pain. Missy looks on, a hand over her mouth in surprise as Jimmy turns around, blood trickling down his neck. He shakes his head as Missy playfully kisses him on the cheek.**

Missy: “Ok, ok. I’ll take the ring off and you get you a big bird bandaid.”

Jimmy: “Make it Elmo. I hate Big Bird.”

**Missy cracks up laughing as the scene fades out.**

[Maniac Mark]

The scene fades into Mayhem and Selena as they are seen at poolside with several Television and Movie Stars. Mayhem sees the NBA reporters nearby trying to get an interview with them.

Mayhem: You looking for us?

Male Reporter: Why yes we are Mr. Mayhem sir.

Mayhem kicks the reporter in the gut and with a Chaos Bomb, he throws him in the pool. Selena snatches the microphone out of the hand of the second reporter, who is a female.

Female Reporter: Hey you bi...

Before the reporter can finish her sentence, Selena bitch slaps her, picks her up and belly-to-belly suplexes her into the pool. All of the actors, playmates and singers begin to applaud, believing it to be some kind of show. Selena picks up the microphone, and looks into the NBA Camera.

Selena: Missy, this "Mute" Bitch is going to kick your ass this saturday, and there isn't a DAMN thing that you're going to do about it. I know everything there is know about you Missy, but you know NOTHING about me! So I think it's best you keep your mouth shut before it gets the rest of you in trouble. And when I am done with you, I am going to proceed to beat the HELL out of all your female partners.

Mayhem laughs as he kicks the camera man in the gut and hits him with a Chaos Bomb into the pool as well. Mayhem picks up the camera and looks into it.

Mayhem: Eddie G. & Kenua? Three Amigos? HA! Your a fuckin joke. Bobby and I are the only REAL World Tag Team Champions. Maybe one of these these days we'll all get together and find out who the better team is, but until then, let the ass kicking we are going to this Saturday be enough to let you stupid punks understand who the better team is. Ha, ha, ha. Boys, this Saturday, you step to the team of Money & Mayhem, we will make you more than famous, we'll make you dead. We will also make you disappear.

Mayhem throws the Camera into the pool as everyone applauds. Mayhem and Selena have sinister grins on their famous. Bobby is seen in the background making out with four playmates.

Mayhem: Selena baby, why don't we take a couple of these playmates back with us into the mansion and have some fun?

Selena: Well, Missy was right about one thing. I do have lesbian tendencies, just not towards her ugly ass. Let's go sweetheart.

Mayhem and Selena grab several playmates and place them over their shoulders as they walk towards the mansion.

Will Smith: Wow hon, maybe we should do that.

Jada Smith: Huh? Yeah, let's go grab Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony.

The scene fades to black.