NAPW Title: Ravager vs Stone Zellor

[Ryan Ro [NAPW]]

NAPW TITLE MATCH
Ravager vs "Dynamite" Stone Zellor

An NAPW title match? DYNO-MITE! Stone Zellor gets a shot at the biggest gold, but the way things have been going, Ravager isn't going to drop the belt until he's good and ready. There's no denying Stone Zellor has been popular and successful as of late, but is there a sinister motive behind this match? Will Rex Caliber or his New Crimes attempt to sabotage the career of Ravager? Is Stone Zellor working for Rex? And can you really tell the difference between regular and decaffieneated folgers?

[Stone Zellor]

"I don't want to do this, B" he says wearily.

"Relax, Stone. If we're going to find you a manager, we need more than one meeting with these people"

[There's a pause]

"Including the blonde?"

[The scene opens in front of a red and white NAPW banner. Stone Zellor and his best friend, Bubbles are present and sitting at a table some ten foot away from the banner-covered-wall. The lights must be brighter than they seem, because Stone is wearing his sunglasses as well as a personalised baseball cap and, well we can only see his "Jersey Girls" tee]

"'Cause I alrea--" Stone starts, but is cut off mid-sentence. "I know what you already did"

[Bubbles looks across angrily. As if to say 'she was still there and making waffles in the morning', which would be perfectly accurate. But she's a master of hiding her emotions]

"I can't believe you sometimes, Stone"

"I'm only human"

"As long as you don't let it cloud your judgment today"

[Another pause]

"Yeah, don't worry 'bout that, B"

"Well, okay then. Who do we have first?"

"Blondie"



"Okay ... Melissa is it?" says Bubbles.

"Uh huh" comes the reply.

"Good. As you probably know, Stone has a Championship match this week against Ravager. What we need from you is a test of your managerial abilities"

"Uh huh" she says non-chalantly.

"Yeah, so we're going to need to hear you cut a promo against Ravager" demands Bubbles with a fiery tone in her voice.

[Melissa suddenly stops chewing her gum as she looks at the two people sitting in front of her with the blankest expression on her face. Ever]

"You what? Stone, you never said nothin' about this"

"Not my idea, babe" he lies.

"I don't know what to say"

"Then I'm afraid you're just not qualified, Blondie" Bubbles says, proudly. "Please send the next person in on your way out"

"But, Stone..."

"Sorry, babe"

[Melissa leaves, dejected, but the smile on Bubbles' face more than makes up for it. A mixture of relief and utter joy, and Stone seems happy too. Before long they're joined by Trevor, who for some strange reason is still bedecked in the same leisure suit]

"Who let him back in?" asks Stone

"I don't know"

"Got any change?"

[No. Stone does have a shoe though, which he hurls across the room, hitting Trevor on his shoulder. He hurries out of the room with the Converse boot in hand, leaving Stone and Bubbles alone, again]

"He's not comin' back, is he?" Stone enquires.

"Probably not" replies Bubbles. "We don't have any change"

"Damn. I'm gonna need some new shoes"

"We'll go shopping when we're done here"

"Sure thing, B"

[Bubbles looks at the pad of paper in front of her. There's only one name left on the list. Most of the earlier entrants didn't want to return for this round - don't know why, and some just weren't chosen. But this gentleman, 'Roly' as Stone labelled him because of his 'Rolling Stones' shirt somehow made it through. An 'avid ECW fan' he calls himself. A few seconds pass before 'Roly' is called into the room. He stands up in front of Stone and Bubbles a new man. His hair is now a Caesar cut. His clothes are smarter. Jeans and an Oilers jersey]

"Okay, Roly, show us what you've got"

"Excuse me"

"Sorry ... Harry, is it?"

"That's me" says Harry aka 'Roly'

"As you probably know, Stone has a Championship match this week against Ravager. What we need from you is a short promo against Ravager, so we can see what you'd bring to the group"

"Ah, okay"

[Pause]

"Okay ... Ravager! It appears that NAPW management has gifted you what some may consider a "week-off"..."

[Stone looks bemused]

"But let me assure you, this is not the case. Stone Zellor is no push over. Stone Zellor is not an easy opponent and he is certainly no "week-off" as the detractors have labelled him. Hell, his list of accomplishments is almost as long as yours--"

"No it ain't!" shouts Stone.

"Shh!" squeaks Bubbles.

"Sorry guys ... But, Ravager, allow me a moment to refresh your memory. Two-thousand-and-seven was proclaimed as the "Year Of The Midnight Cowboy" - unfortunately that went the way of the buffalo. Rest assured, instead, this will be the "Year Of Stone Zellor". We're almost half way through and look at what Stone Zellor has accomplished. He has run The Celtic Assassins and The New and Improved D-X out of NAPW, causing the latter to split up indefinitely. He has beaten the otherwise undefeated Jay O'Brien, not once but twice. And he holds a victory over the NAPW Provincial champion, Lloyd Rees..."

"I've done all that, man. Preach it!"

"Shh!"

"As I was saying ... We all know about your accomplishments, champ. You wear that belt proudly. You defend it with honour, with pride. You have a winning streak that puts punks like Jay O'Brien to shame - with the exception of your being robbed by Malicious Intent at Tagstravaganza II"

"Ooh, nice" Stone whispers to his friend. "The sympathy vote. That's great"

"I don't think that's sympathy, Stone"

"It certainly took a lot of steel to put you down. Between the chair shots, the guard rail and the ring steps - it's just too bad that Chris Casino actually got one over on you ... But! As we all saw, you weren't the one pinned. Your streak is in tact! And that NAPW Championship belt is still around your waist, and will be until Tuesday night - "Badder Blood" - when 'Dynamite' Stone Zellor has his first opportunity at this particular title. A former tag-team champion, a man who holds a victory over the reigning Provincial champion, I doubt I need to remind you..."

"Not again, but go on" he says with a hint of encouragement.

"Now the only question remains, who is walking away from Calgary with that NAPW Championship belt around their waist? Because Stone here is hungry for gold. Ever since The DOOMriders took the tag titles from him. Ever since Jay O'Brien screwed him over at the Supershow. And you, 'The White Collar Assassin' have a target on your back. New Crimes. Malicious Intent. Ca$h. Simply Beautiful. Hell, The Crusher probably wants a piece of you too. Everybody is gunning for you, Ravager - but of course you know that. Only now you can add more name to that list. The future NAPW Champion - 'Dynamite' Stone Zellor!"

[Harry stops talking as he sighs with relief. Meanwhile, Bubbles leans over to Stone and whispers something in his ear. Stone leans over afterwards, whispering something into her ear - causing her to giggle. Before long the two of them speak up]

"You're hired"

"And your flies are undone, Roly"

[Harry punches the air in delight - after zipping up, anyway, as the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]

[Ravager]

A close up of Ravager's forehead. Stitches are being put it. Needless to say, Ravager is not in a good mood.

Ravager: I'm sorry.

Doctor: Excuse me?

Ravager: Just talking to the camera. Don't worry about what I say.

Doctor: Okay.

Ravager: As I was saying, I'm sorry Stone. I'm sorry this is the week you get the biggest shot of your NAPW career. You made a splash early winning the tag titles, and you were robbed of the Provincial title. You're gaining credibility as a singles competitor. You deserve to be in the main event. But not like this. Not when I've had my head busted open by the boss's crony. Not when my record undefeated streak was broken. Not when I have something to prove. You see, one streak ends, meaning I have to start all over. And I'm going to start with you Stone. You get to go down as the first victim of my new streak.

Doctor: It's hard to keep the stitches small when you're talking so much.

Ravager: If I don't get this off my chest it'll only get worse.

Doctor: as long as you can live with a scar.

Ravager: I'll buy a toque. Just keep stitching.

The Doctor shakes his head.

Ravager: Am I worried about you Stone? Yes. You're good. You have the drive to be champion. But you're also catching me on a bad day. I just got handed my first loss in months. Regardless of the fact my partner took the fall, I have a loss on my record. It came at the hands of a team featuring Chris Casino. The loss made Rex Caliber very happy, as it gave his Crimes cronies a better shot at keeping their titles. All these people who've made it their goal to keep me down? They had a very good night. And the only way I can get them back? Is to have a few good nights of my own. That means defending my title successfully. That means winning on my own. No run ins. No chairs, trash cans, chains, brass knucks. No managers causing a distraction. No referees having their attention diverted.

None of the crap that happened tonight. You want to be NAPW champion Stone, you're going to have to beat me on your own. And as for the possibility of you working for Rex?

Ravager smirks.

Considering his crony Rees got himself DQ'd to keep the Provincial title away from you, I don't see why you owe Rex anything. You're a lot like Simply Beautiful. You can be the future of the NAPW. All it'll take is some self discipline and patience. Patience because you're going to have to wait to hold this title. You're going to have to wait for this belt to be ripped from my grasp by the paramedics who are trying to resuscitate me.

You are not going to beat me Stone. Not next Tuesday. Not the week after that. Not while my boss wants me to lose. I may have lost one streak, but I have other records to set. Records that drive the dagger deeper and deeper through ol' Rexy's heart. Love of the sport drove me to the title. Hate and defiance will keep it with me. Because as long as Rex is in power. As long as he's sending people after me, I'll have motivation to win. It doesn't matter who my opponent may be: Simply Beautiful, Bruce Richards, Chris Casino, Sebastian Martyr, Ca$h, hell he could drag Sam Finn from whatever gutter he's in and set him up against me, it doesn't matter. If you're coming for my title, then you're in a blood feud with me, and I will fight you to the death to get the win. Every match is a main event. Every match is a money match. Because I will pull out all the stops to win the title. The difference between me doing it and the Crimes? I don't need to sneak around and cheap shot people. I can do just as much damage fighting face to face, with my bare hands.

The Doctor finishes stitching up Ravager.

Doctor: There. Come back in five days and I'll take them out. Now could you please leave?

Ravager: Fine.

Ravager gets up and leaves, followed by the camera.

Ravager: The Path of Annihilation hit a bump in the road. But it has not been derailed. It won't even be slowed down that much. Stone Zellor? You get to be number seven on the list. Sorry you don't get to be the record breaker. But your place in history will be assured once you get your rematch for the Provincial title. You're going to be something Stone.

But it won't be at my expense. Get those thoughts out of your head right now. Delusions are for the NAPW owner, not for you. Don't disappoint me, Stone. I'd hate for "dynamite" to turn out to be a "dud".

Ravager exits the hospital as we fade to black.

[Ravager]

Ravager's apartment. He has a picture of "Dynamite" Stone Zellor, but can't seem to figure out what note to give him.

This should be easier, you know. I mean, his nickname alone sets up for about half a dozen puns. Maybe that's why I'm having trouble here.

Dynamite: explosive.

Fitting. Since he left the tag scene, he's made quite a lot of noise, picking up wins, coming within an inch of getting the Provincial title. Some would say he exploded into the singles ranks. ... And those people would suck. Let's see...

Dynamite: Destructive.

I mean, he may not be the sole reason, but he played a huge part in getting The New and Improved D-X split up. That night, after the pinfall, you could hear a pin drop in the building. So many hopes and dreams, destroyed. The good will of the fans, crushed ... No, that was a bad analogy. Man this was so much easier with Casino.

Cut to a picture of Chris Casino, with the tag line:

Douche.

Cut back to Ravager.

Dynamite: Can bring the foundation down when handled right.

A stretch, I know, but bear with me. Here I am, having set myself up as one of the greatest champions in NAPW history. It's not just my ego saying that... wow, it's like I can feel D!'s eyes rolling when I said that... No. It has been well noted how many times I've defended this belt. The competition I've turned back. How long I've held the title. How long I went undefeated. I have a firm foundation for my legacy. And all it takes is a well placed stick of Dynamite, in this case a fast rising young superstar, to topple it all.

Yeah, I know, weak. And more than I can fit in one tag line. I've seen what the man can do. I've seen the competitive fire. He lives up to the nickname "Dynamite". But can I say one thing?

Dynamite can take down a building. It can end lives. It makes a lot of noise. It's something to fear and respect. But if my opponent is "dynamite", then what does that make me, but a full fledged nuclear bomb, capable of wiping out cities, ending lives, destroying everything it touches. Changing the landscape for years, if not decades to come. I am ready to make some noise Stone. Up to now, I've been having fun, enjoying being champion. But now the title means so much more. It means my boss will never be happy. It means I will always be the centre of attention. You know what, I hated it when I got lost in the shuffle. It always stung to be respected but relatively ignored. But now...

I am the face of NAPW. Others try to take that spot, and I knock 'em back, and tell them to wait until it's time for me to step away. I wrestle all over the country for this company. I wrestle in the U.S on behalf of this company. I've wrestled more matches in NAPW than any other wrestler on the roster. So you think after a good month or two of being a singles wrestler, that you're ready for me, Stone? Not this Tuesday, not next week. It won't be long, but not yet. I'm having too much fun at Rex's expense. Rex, who crawled on his hands and knees to get me kicked out of REBEL. Rex, who is building the NAPW around making my life hell. Turning a blind eye to mass run ins. Letting his cronies do whatever they want. This man could end my career in the ring if he ever got lucky enough. And he could end my career out of the ring if he ever had the balls to do it. But he keeps having to be reminded:

Ravager as champ equals ratings. The more I defend this belt, the more prestige it gets. The more varied my competition, the more wrestlers think they have a chance at their own shot. They work harder, they put on better matches, the fans leave happy, and they come back. And bring their friends. And then they see me put on a main event with just about anyone on the roster. As much as he hates to admit it, all the money he's making now? Is a result of me busting my ass to keep this belt. So Stone, I look forward to our match. Just don't be disappointed at the outcome. The future for you is bright. But I'm cutting your fuse short before you can explode this Tuesday... Actually..

Ravager adds a note to Stone's picture:

Cut the fuse.

Meh. I've done better...

Cut to a picture of Stylin Kyle Roberts:

Where the hair ends and the man begins may never be known. JUST WORRY ABOUT BEATING THE BITCH!

But hey, the match is in the ring. That's where I'll win. And there isn't anyone who's going to stop me.

Fade to Black.

[Stone Zellor]

[The scene opens in Stone Zellor's lounge area, where the man himself is spending a bit of solitary time with his cell phone. By that I mean he's making a call. or taking a call. It isn't important. He's pacing back and forth in front of one of the leather recliners, dressed in a new velour top hat, an NAPW tee shirt and some low rise jeans - so go]

Stone:
Yeah, man, that sounds great...

[Did I mention the conversation is very engrossing. So engrossing that Stone hasn't noticed Bubbles stepping out of her bedroom (Clint's old room for those of you who are wondering)]

Stone:
Nah, I can't wait.

[Wait a moment]

Stone:
Sure, that sounds like a plan to me, man. See ya then.

[Again]

Stone:
Bye...

[Stone hangs up as Bubbles makes her way out from behind the door. Needless to say at this point, she doesn't know who Stone was just speaking too. Was it Harry? Rex Caliber? Blondie? No, it couldn't have been Blondie, Stone had said "man" far too many times for it to be that blonde bimbo. And Harry wouldn't be so secretive so soon. Not while Stone is still calling him 'Roly'. That just leaves...]

Bubbles:
Hey, Stone.

Stone:
B, what's up, chick?

Bubbles:
Nothing much. Who was that on the phone?

[Pause]

Stone:
That was, um, my frien--

[But they're interrupted by the front door opening as their new friend/colleague, Harry is standing there in his Oilers jersey and jeans. A distraught look on his face as he slams the door behind him, which draws an odd look from Stone (which, coming from a man in a velour top hat is something) because that wood doesn't stand up to slamming very well]

'Roly':
Stone!

Stone:
'Roly', what's up, man?

'Roly':
What's up? You tell me.

Stone:
I ain't got a clue, man.

'Roly':
Oh, so you haven't spoken to any reporters lately?

Bubbles:
Stone?

[Pause]

Stone:
Why would a reporter wanna speak to me?

[Harry pulls a piece of paper from his pocket, which looks to have been printed off the Internet - judging by the advertising banner for alternative medicines along the top]

'Roly':
"Man, I ain't worried 'bout no Ravager - I can" ... "I can beat that chump, no problem, man". Are those your words?

Stone:
I ain't said nothin' like that, man.

'Roly':
So this website publishes false interviews do they? Listen, I may be new here - but I understand it's my job to do the talking around here. You do in the talking in the ring, that's where you're better than I am. But cameras, interviewers, reporters - I do the talking to them! Not you!

[Stone takes a step forward. Soon he's face-to-face with Harry, a man he towers over by a good four inches. A raised eyebrow later and Stone speaks up]

Stone:
Watch yo' mouth, 'Roly'.

Bubbles:
Guys, there'll be no fighting here! But, Stone, did you talk to anyone about your upcoming match?

Stone:
Et tu, B?

Bubbles:
Don't start that, Stone. You know we brought Harry in to handle interviews, because you were finding it stressful. Difficult even.

Stone:
No--

'Roly':
I'm just here so you focus on the match it self, Stone. You've got to be on top form this week, you are against Ravager after all.

Bubbles:
Exactly.

'Roly':
So here's what I propose...

[He's been here a day and he's already proposing stuff. What a man this Harry is]

'Roly':
You two head to the gym, pump some iron and what not, and I'll head down and rip on Ravager some more. What do you say?

Bubbles:
Sounds good to me.

[Pause]

Stone:
I gots a call I need to make...

[Stone exits the room, leaving Harry and Bubbles to ponder the situation as the scene fades out]


~*~*~ Later That Day ~*~*~


[The scene re-opens in front of that old NAPW banner, where now it's just Harry alone in front of the camera. He's changed his clothes and is now wearing the official black and gold Stone Zellor 'Balls of Steel' tee shirt and some jeans - but he still has that piece of paper in his hand]

Harry:
The cats out of the bag! It's on the Internet, which means it's a matter of time before people actually hear about it. 'Dynamite' Stone Zellor is going into 'Badder Blood' with a tremendous amount of confidence..

Harry:
But why shouldn't he be? "Ain't worried" - those were his words. Simple, blunt, to the point - just how you like it, Ravager. We all know you can play mind games when you want to. Chris Casino fell at your feet and you took his Pure Honor title away from him, because you bested him. You got in his head, you out wrestled him on the day. Like you did with Lloyd Rees, Evan Cartwright, Simply Beautiful - twice and even Billy Kryenik ... But tell me, Ravager, because I've done some reading, I've searched through the history books and I've got a question. How do you think it will feel when you actually lose this title?

[Pause]

Harry:
We all know that is was Stone who got pinned when his Tag Team title reign came to end in February, but March '06, Ravager. Sole Survivor. Triple Threat - and Rex Caliber took the title from you, by making Minstrel tap out! Of course he did beat you two months later, but the damage was done ... And I can see why you're paranoid now. Thinking that Rex Caliber will take the NAPW Championship belt from you again, but of course, this week there is not third man in that ring. It's one-on-one, Ravager. You and Stone Zellor for the greatest prize in independent wrestling today - and there must be a thousand questions running through your head right now!

[Pause]

Harry:
Is Stone Zellor in cahoots with Caliber? What about Bruce Richards? The New Crimes? Maybe, maybe not ... But, Lloyd Rees, David Banks, John Salty and Static. Maybe Casino and Sebastien Martyr - what part will these men play at 'Badder Blood'?

Harry:
I can assure you, however, that Stone Zellor is looking forward to this match. This will be his time to shine, Ravager - 'fair and square' all the way!

[And with that the scene comes to - no, it's fading but we can hear the traditional ring tone followed by Harry's voice. Obviously another phone call]

Harry:
Ah, Stone. Hey, listen...

[Alas, the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]

[Ravager]

A coffee shop in Calgary, (Dramatic Pause) Alberta, Canada. Ravager sips from a rather large mug. Then a large banana muffin is placed in front of him. We hear a voice behind him. A familiar voice, but not the mysterious voice we've been used to.

Voice: You shouldn't skip breakfast while preparing for a fight.

Ravager turns and glares, but his expression changes to one of surprise, as he sees North T. Gunderson standing in front of him.

North: So, you making the best use of your pre match time?

Ravager: Appreciate the muffin. But I have to ask. What the (BLEEP) are you doing here?

North: Just a stop in my travels. Small world, huh champ?

Ravager: What can I do for you?

North: Wanted to say hi. We never really chatted much.

Ravager: I don't usually chat with anybody. Not much for meaningless conversation. Nothing personal.

North: Not a problem. Just wondering if you're taking the time you need to prepare for your match.

Ravager: Considering you haven't been around the NAPW in a while, I don't think I should be...

North: I've been underestimated before. It sucks, and you just want to do everything to prove people wrong.

Ravager: ... You really haven't been around in a while. That drove me for months when I first won the title. People didn't think I deserved the belt. Now...

North: And now people think Stone doesn't deserve his shot. He's the underdog, champ. And he's going to try and prove himself. You got a big target around your waist.

Ravager: Got one on my back too. The boss went kind of nuts...

North: I've been watching. You've been impressive, but you're getting too comfortable. And all it'll take is one surprise for your world to come crashing down around you.

Ravager: Good thing I hate surprises. I prepare for everything North.

North: There's always a chance for one shock, Ravager. The one moment you let your guard down, and your title gets taken from you. It may be Tuesday. It may be in June. But it's coming champ.

Ravager: Not used to doom and gloom from you North.

North: I've been screwed by officials too. But the guy who messed with me didn't have nearly the power that Rex has.

Ravager smirks.

Ravager: Fair point.

North: But you've handled yourself well. So who knows? But I'd hate for you to lose your belt after having it for so long.

Ravager: Trust me, I don't want to lose it either. I'm ready for this match Tuesday. I'm ready for anything.

North: Just be ready for a guy who thinks you're looking past him. He's going to have more to prove than you.

North walks out. Ravager watches him leave. He pays for his coffee and leaves. We cut to later on. Ravager's hotel room. He has his DVD hooked up to his TV, which is playing
in the background, Samoa Joe vs. Necro Butcher from IWA Mid-South's "Something to Prove" plays on the television. The replays are grim: Joe's stiff slaps, Butcher's blood flying. The camera pans over to Ravager, who has a grin on his face.

Funny the people who give you something to think about. North may not have been at the top of the card, but he was around enough to know how this business works. You really can't discount anyone's advice. He's right, I need to get my head into my title defense. So I came back here and got my DVD's out.

He points to the TV.

I never get tired of watching that match. Weapons play a part, sure. But the main thing to remember about this match:

One on one. No help. No managers. A world of pain brought with only your fists. Which is what I aspire to bring every match. Something you should aspire to as well Stone. I mean, you always fight hard. You've been fighting with honor. But lately you haven't been saying much. You're trying to break in a new manager. A rambling young man who can't even get his facts straight. - Just a minor point, but Rex never once pinned me. Regardless of the circumstances, Rex never beat me after our three way match. Which is kind of why he has such a mad on for me. I shouldn't have to tell you this. You should be on top of this. You should be out there getting in my face. Not "Bubbles". Not "Blondie". Not "Harry". They are not getting the chance of a lifetime here. They are not getting a title shot most men would kill for. All they want is to be your manager. You Stone, are getting a gift. I never once expected a week off against you. I don't expect shenanigans from you. That doesn't mean there won't be any. After all, this business is full of surprises. But from what I've seen of you Stone...

Ravager stops and looks back at the TV. Necro Butcher lands a stiff punch to Joe's face.

There's no way that could feel good... Sorry. From what I've seen of you Stone. A man who lost his tag partner. A man who had the Provincial title stolen from him. I don't see you being desperate enough to take the easy way out. I don't see you going to Rex for help. Especially since his crony was the one who robbed you. I think you're man enough to stand on your own. But first you need to speak on your own. Because right now you're showing me nothing. Confidence doesn't win matches. It helps, but it won't get you the one - two - three. Skill plays the main part, but that's only 80% of the game. You need to have that sheer hatred of losing. It must pain you to taste defeat. It cut deep to the core when I lost last week. Sure I didn't get pinned, but my undefeated streak is over. No sweet talking or spin doctoring will change that. It's done, and I have to start a new streak. And what happens if I lose the belt? Make that a big IF. If I lose the belt to you Stone, I'll take it back. Maybe not the next week. But I will dog you the rest of your days until I get my rematch. I will move Heaven and Earth, I will walk through Hell, I will pin or make submit any opponent put in front of me. I'll cut a path of destruction so huge that even Rex Caliber will not be able to ignore me. If you win the belt Stone, you'll lose. Because you'll go from a promising opponent, to the object of my vendetta. You'll have taken something I worked a year to get. You'll have made me look bad. For one night, you'll be my better. And I can't have that happen. So when we face Tuesday night, you'll have the fight of your life on your hands. And the funny thing is, I have nothing against you. You're an okay guy, and a great wrestler. But you're after my title, which means one thing...

Cut to the TV. Necro is dropped head first on the floor. The thud is sickening.

You're my greatest enemy. An evil I need to overcome. I must slay you to save the world. See, the impression I get from your manager is that I'm just an opponent. An important opponent, but I have my mind elsewhere, and I'm into mind games to get ahead. I'm not a huge deal to you, but I should be. I mean, I'm not important enough for you to really talk about. Let me repeat:

You're fighting for the NAPW Championship. You've been leap frogged over several top contenders to get the shot. That means people see something in you. I agreed with them. But right now, all I hear is your manager trying to slam me. And I don't care about your manager. He's not my opponent. He wouldn't last a minute against me. I am focused on you. Rex is on my mind, but he's not in the ring with me. he won't be the one trying to pin me. That's all on you Stone. This is your moment. This is your shot at the brass ring.

Don't blow it, Stone.

Back to the TV. A horribly bloody Necro Butcher is leaving the ring.

Because I'm not someone you bring your "B" game against.

Fade to Black.

North T. Gunderson used with permission, and should really rp again.

[Stone Zellor]

[The scene opens, again, in Stone's apartment. We're in Bubbles' bedroom, where Stone has burst in to early in the morning. And now, among the heart-shaped pillows and hot pink decor, a scantily clad Stone Zellor, in just a pair of jeans stands at the bottom of the double bed, glaring, angrily of course at his friend]

Stone:
What the hell, B?

[Pause]

Bubbles:
What?

Stone:
What do you mean, what? Don't play dumb, you know what I'm on 'bout!

Bubbles:
Has the store run out of Mad Dog again?

[Pause - and a furrowed brow]

Bubbles:
Your test results are back in?

[Raised eyebrow, baby]

Bubbles:
I really don't know what on Earth you're talking about, Stone.

Stone:
I'm talkin' 'bout the way Roly's been goin' on 'bout this 'n' that. He's linkin' me wit' peeps like Rex Caliber. I ain't hangin' wit' Caliber - I don't wanna be associated wit' Caliber - or Casino or any of those douche bags!

Bubbles:
Are you sure that's what he said? Maybe you misheard him, or someone told you wrong information...

Stone:
No, he's linkin' me wit' peeps I don't wanna be linked with. He's possibly taintin', what could be the best day of my life with stories of back stabbing and betrayal!

[Pause]

Bubbles:
Wheres the betrayal in all of this?

Stone:
That ain't the point, B. Thing is, when Roly came in he talked good. Real good. But when he's paintin' me as the villain in all this - I get pissed off, alright? I turned over a new leaf - I ain't doin' that stuff no more. I ain't got no run-ins, no friends watchin' my back just in case. I don't need no help, I ain't gonna ask for help and I don't want people expectin' guys like Caliber or Martyr or Casino to even show up on Tuesday night ... For all I care they don't even have to be in the buildin'.

[Bubbles finally sits up, clutching a pillow to her chest as an irate Stone Zellor begins to pace at the foot of her bed]

Bubbles:
Maybe you should talk to Ro--Harry about this.

Stone:
I can't find him.

Bubbles:
Have you phoned him?

Stone:
His voice mail says he's in Calgary...

Bubbles:
Already?

[Stone nods]

Bubbles:
I thought we were all going over on Saturday night. You were going to ride your motorbike...

Stone:
Oh, I'm still doin' that.

Bubbles:
Did he say why he went to Calgary early? Or even without us?

Stone:
Does it look like I left a message?

[Pause]

Bubbles:
What?

Stone:
He's probably run away 'cause he's realised in that a very short amount of time, he's pissed me off! I'm supposed to be gettin' ready for the biggest match of my career - against the toughest opponent I've ever faced - ever! An' I'm in my best friend's bedroom throwin' a tantrum!

[Another pause, just to let the realisation sink in]

Stone:
This isn't how this is supposed to go, B. I want two things in my mind right now. Ravager and the NAPW Championship ... Maybe some Mad Dog and a coupla ring rats to help me celebrate - if I ever get there...

Bubbles:
Stone, don't go thinking negative thoughts.

Stone:
I meant get to the match. It's a long drive.

Bubbles:
Oh.

Stone:
Nah, B, come on. You know me - I'm a professional. I just don't like this many distractions before a big show. It makes it more an' more difficult to focus solely on my opponent when I get to the ring. When I have the fans chantin' my name. When they scream "I gots skillz" - maybe adding "bitch" on the end - when I get to look into the eyes of Ravager an' realise I'm one lucky son-of-a-bitch this week. Everyone knows I've leapfrogged over some serious competitors to get this shot - it's just no-one knows why...

Bubbles:
Karma?

Stone:
Nah.

Bubbles:
Maybe Rex Caliber thinks you have what it takes to knock his arch-rival off from the top of his company.

Stone:
Could be...

Bubbles:
Maybe it's just an elaborate scheme so all those guys. Rex, Chris, Sebastien, Lloyd, David and Static can all jump Ravager and cost you another title...

[Stone looks at his friend, his face a picture of concern]

Stone:
You've watched too many shows.

Bubbles:
Listen, Stone. And please believe me when I tell you this.

Stone:
Okay.

Bubbles:
It doesn't matter why you got this shot.

Stone:
Yeah, right.

Bubbles:
No, it doesn't. Whether you got the shot this week, next month or next year, the bottom line is you deserve this. And I don't know what Harry has been up to, but when we get to Calgary we'll talk to him about that. Until then, and after that, I want you to focus on Ravager. Hit the gym and pump iron, try and get to one-seventy-five with some extra muscle mass - whatever.

Stone:
Hey, if it ain't broke - ya know?

Bubbles:
Whatever. The point is you've got the shot, you deserve this shot and we all want you to do the best you can, and we all know that the best you can do is to bring home the gold, Stone. On your very best day you can be the best wrestler in the NAPW - especially if you keep breaking people's arms with your balls of steel...

[Stone laughs, and so does Bubbles]

Stone:
It was already broken...

Bubbles:
I know, but do you feel better?

Stone:
Little bit.

Bubbles:
Good, because it's five in the morning and I want to go back to sleep!

[Pause]

Stone:
I'm gonna go this way...

[And with that, Stone leaves the room and the scene comes to an abrupt end with the ever-so traditional fade to black]

[Stone Zellor]

[The scene opens in Calgary, at Earl's "Tin Palace" where the newcomer, Roly, is enjoying a waldorf salad and a bottle of Coors. It's only early afternoon, but he has a lovely partial view of 4th Street - which is spoiled only by the scrawny-yet-clothed torso of Stone Zellor, who is suddenly standing in front of him. Bubbles is nowhere to be seen though, so we can only assume this is serious]

Harry:
Stone, sit down, buddy.

[So, Stone sits]

Harry:
What can I do for you?

Stone:
I don't want you at ringside on Tuesday.

[Pause]

Harry:
But ... But I'm your manager.

Stone:
Don't give me that crap, man. I know you're my manager - but until you prove yourself trustworthy - I ain't bringin' you to the ring, Roly.

Harry:
Trustworthy? What have I done wrong?

Stone:
You associated me wit' The New Crimes!

Harry:
Mind games, buddy. You've got to get into Ravager's head if you're going to win this week.

Stone:
I ain't gotta d--

[Just then the two men are interrupted when Jenny, the waitress walks over to them]

Jenny:
And can I get you gentlemen anything?

Harry:
I'm fine, thank you.

Stone:
Just a Pepsi for me, please.

Jenny:
We only have Coke I'm afraid, is that okay?

Stone:
Sure.

Jenny:
Okay, I'll just be a second.

[Jenny leaves]

Stone:
Where was I?

Harry:
I said you had to play along with my mind games...

Stone:
Ah, yeah ... Well I ain't gotta do squat, man! When I ditched my bastard brother, I started again. I worked hard to get the fans on my side, and I don't need you comin' in and ruinin' that for me.

Harry:
I'm hardly "ruining it" for you, Stone. I'm sowing the seeds of doubt in Ravager's mind. He'll look at you and he'll the see the faces of The New Crimes by Tuesday.

[Pause]

Stone:
I don't want that!

[People start to look over at the two men arguing, but Stone quickly lowers his voice]

Stone:
When Ravager or any opponent who steps into that ring wit' me, I don't want them to see nobody else. I want them to see me, 'Dynamite' Stone Zellor. I want my achievements and my accomplishments to speak for themselves, ya know?

Harry:
I'm just--

Stone:
No.You're not bein' at ringside, Roly, my mind is made up.

Harry:
So let me get this straight....

[He says whilst digging a fork into his salad]

Harry:
When you brought me in to do your interviews, talk to reporters and so forth - what did you expect me to do?

Stone:
I dunno, it was B's idea.

Harry:
Because from where I was sitting, I was doing a pretty damn good job. People are interested in this match now.

Stone:
Peeps were already interested in it. It's me and Ravager for the Championship belt.

Harry:
But you throw in some buzz names like The New Crimes, Rex Caliber, Bruce Richar--

Stone:
I ain't bein' associated wit' Richards!

[Harry puts the forkful of salad into his mouth as Jenny finally arrives back with the Coke. She places it on the table, exchanges pleasantries and is back on her way as Stone takes a sip of his icy cold beverage]

Stone:
Urgh, diet.

Harry:
I don't get you, Stone...

Stone:
What's not to get, Roly? It's very simple. Don't associate me wit' peeps like Caliber, Richards or nobody who'll drag my reputation down. Don't try and play mind games wit' someone who's damn near a master in them. Don't dirty my name to make a point. And never, ever swear when there's kids about - that shit'll get you blacklisted!

[Pause]

Stone:
But when you have the camera in yo' face, or the microphone in yo' hand - remember it's all good, clean fun outside of the ring. I'm damn talented in that ring an' my actions can speak for themselves - unfortunately it ain't always enough. I don't want Ravager's mind to be elsewhere this week - we'll see who I face next, and we'll talk - but Ravager, I want his mind in the match. I need him to be at his best, so if I win - I beat the champ at his best. An' if I lose, then I know that I tried. I will get another shot, I'm just hopin' to hell I don't need one, Roly, ya know? I'm goin' toe-to-toe wit' one of the most dominant men in NAPW, in independent wrestlin' - an’ whatever happens I wanna be able to leave wit' my head held high ... An' that's why I don't wanna be associated wit' no no-good, cheatin' scumbags.

[Pause]

Stone:
It's that simple, man.

[And with that, Stone gets up and simply leaves. Harry, having been banished from ringside this week sits alone in the Tin Palace - flabbergasted, but the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]

[Ravager]

OOC Note: I can't mention specifics about the TEAM Challenge Championship Match, because it wasn't posted when I wrote this. Also, Ravager was in Calgary last promo, but it is conceivable that he caught a Red Eye to Vegas, then back to Calgary. That makes more sense than saying "A wizard did it".

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Las Vegas, Nevada. Ravager sits backstage after successfully defending his TEAM Challenge Championship.

So.

Ravager takes in a breath. He's beat, to be sure. But all that matters...

One successful title defense down. One to go. This Tuesday I return to Calgary to face Stone Zellor. "Dynamite". I've said a lot about you this week Stone. And you seem to have listened. You realize the fight you're in. You realize the opportunity in front of you. And you want to prove you deserve it. And I've never said you didn't. Let me put it to you like this:

Rex Caliber will never give me a week off. He wouldn't put some scrub against me, unless he thought there was a slightest chance of me losing. You are the spoiler, Stone. The man hand picked to take my belt. No need to worry friend, I've had my mind on this match all along. It doesn't matter if you work for Rex or not. It doesn't matter who you're allied with. You can come out to the ring alone, or you can have the Crimes, Bruce Richards, D!, Minstrel, Lobo, or anyone else who hates me. All that matters is you'll be in the ring with me. You'll be at your best. And you'll be after my title. That's enough motivation for any man.

Ravager stands up, and walks around, trying to keep the blood flowing, not wanting to stiffen up.

Some people may question why I accepted a TEAM booking so close to my NAPW title defense. I'm sure there's more than one person who thinks I'm making a mistake. And maybe they're right. Maybe I should have asked for a night off. I mean, the red eye flights. The grueling match with the stipulation meant to challenge me to my very limits. ...

Why the hell would I turn that down? Why would I turn down a chance to make myself better? Why would I refuse to fight in a match where 12 people surround the ring, and only one of them is on my side? ... Check that, only one is on the side of NAPW? Well, I need to to get used to odd man attacks, for one. Plus, I'm a champion. I won their belt, which means I have a responsibility to defend it. Just like I have a responsibility to defend the NAPW title. The fans of both federations pay to see the titles defended. My name is on the poster, which means I'm one of the people the fans pay to see. Why would I cheat them out of their money? I knew what a harsh mistress holding the title would be. Having two of them means more work. More pain. More people gunning for me. But it also means I have to be twice as good. I have to prove myself to twice as many people. It means I can't exaggerate when I say I'm the best in the business. I came here tonight because it's my duty as a champion. I'll show the same duty on Tuesday when I defend the NAPW title against Stone. And when I defend it next against Bruce Richards, or whoever else NAPW throws my way. Because, duty aside, I also do this because I love it. I'm in Las Vegas right now. I just beat one of the top names in the business. I'm making money, earning respect, and making lesser men envious. And I wouldn't give this up for the world. Not to you Stone, or anyone else.

My business is wrestling. My reward is being champion. I will endure the beatings from my opponents. I will put up with the petty manipulations of my pathetic little boss. I'll even accept it when people question how good I am.

Ravager puts the TEAM Challenge title over one shoulder, and the NAPW title over the other.

Because I overcome. Every time. And I will again this Tuesday. Just remember Stone, nothing personal....

Something catches Ravager's attention, and he quickly moves to the door to catch Bruce "The Beast" Richards, who's on his way out.

Richards: What do you want? I got a flight to catch.

Ravager: Nothing to say to me?

Richards: I held up my end of the bargain. For the NAPW. And you represented them well. Tonight at least.

Ravager: Just want to know where you stand is all.

Richards: Like you. I want what's best for NAPW. Only reason I'm here. But I'm not convinced you being champion is best for NAPW.

Ravager: So you're saying you being champion is best for NAPW?

Richards: Maybe Stone being champion is best for NAPW. Sure, you worked for a year, but he came out of nowhere to make a splash in the title scene. He's a guy people can get behind. A guy with personality. Dare I say, likable. Someone you shouldn't look past.

Ravager: I'm not looking past anyone.

Richards: You got your mug shot collection on your wall, but you got no clue, do you? Sooner or later you're going to lose that title. Now, will it be a big upset this week? Will it be in June, with you laying in a pool of blood after being screwed royally by the Crimes? Or will it come at my hands, when I choose to cash in my Battle Bowl ring?

Ravager: I thought you already were with the Crimes?

Richards pauses. Smirks a bit.

Richards: A lot of people think that.

Ravager: You saying I'm wrong?

Richards: Draw your own conclusions.

Ravager: Hate to make assumptions.

Richards: Just watch you back champ. If, and I mean IF, you get past Stone? Your work as champ will barely have begun. I got a feeling your first six defenses will look like a walk in the park compared to what'll come next. And if I choose to cash in my shot? You're in for a world of pain, whether the Crimes are in my corner or not.

Richards turns to leave again, but Ravager grabs his arm.

Richards: (sorry, I should say BEAST) LET. GO.

Ravager: (with the cold steely eyes of an assassin) You angry? Good. Save that anger for when you face me for the title. Because it doesn't matter if you wait a week, a month, or ten years. When you're finally ready? You'll be facing me. And I'll be as ready for you as I've been for every other sorry bastard to cross my path.

Richards: Your confidence will help you last you about a minute more with me than my average opponent would. Just thought you should know.

Ravager: Check your charts Beast. Think you may have made a miscalculation.

Richards: I seriously doubt that.

Ravager lets go. They stare down for a minute. The rest of the locker room keeps a safe distance, but there'll be no fight tonight. The Beast leaves, and Ravager gathers his things.

We fade to black

Only to fade back up a few hours later. Ravager has arrived in Calgary. He looks the worse for wear, after the late flight. But manages to get a taxi quickly, so it won't be long before he's in a hotel and able to sleep. Just one minor issue as he slips into the cab and turns to see who's sitting next to him.

Ravager: Well. Someone has a fair bit of nerve.

We see Josh Reynolds in the seat next to him.

Reynolds: I figured I needed to apologize...

Ravager: That's nice. get out of my cab.

Reynolds: My hotel isn't far from yours.

Ravager: How did... Wait, of course you know.

Reynolds: Can we please talk?

Ravager sighs. He gets in the cab. The cab drives off.

Ravager: I've had a long night Josh. Between the match and having to stare down Beast... The only reason I don't smack you around is because you got me so angry I was extra motivated to win my TEAM title.

Reynolds: I was in a bad space that week. I'm doing better now.

Ravager: I bet your little night out with Rex helped too.

Reynolds: Oh. You know about...

Ravager: The video was on YouTube for about three days before it got taken down. You boys knew how to party.

Reynolds: Look, you've treated me like crap in the past. Some would say you deserved what I did to you.

Ravager: You're not the first announcer to lash back at me Josh. You're also not the first to ally himself with one of my enemies. So if Rex sent you to stir something up...

Reynolds: He didn't. I just thought you might want this.

He hands Ravager a note with an address and phone number on it.

Ravager: Is this for a warehouse where ten men in black are waiting to beat me down?

Reynolds: It's an Edmonton address. You may want to wait to phone, but it's something you need to do. Consider this me making amends.

The cab pulls to a stop and Josh gets out.

Reynolds: You're taking Stone serious, right?

Ravager: I take all my opponents seriously. When I have the title on the line I have to focus even harder. Stone has never left my thoughts. Don't you worry.

Reynolds: Well, I hope you're ready. I've heard some things whispered...

Ravager: Stone hasn't given me any reason to expect something underhanded...

Reynolds: No. It's not about Stone. I mean, Rex hopes you lose to him, but he's preparing for the future too. And he's been making lists as well. He's as obsessed with you losing the title as you are with keeping it. Enjoy every minute with that belt. Because something tells me...

Ravager: Whatever you're being told is wrong. Rex won't take this title from me. Only one of my opponents will. And right now I think there's only one man ready to go to the lengths I've gone to. And even he's not as ready as he thinks.

Reynolds: Don't be too sure about that. Good night champ.

Josh pays his part of the tab, and the taxi takes off. We arrive at Ravager's hotel. He pays the taxi driver. He checks into the hotel, then gets in the elevator. He pulls out his cell and dials the number on the piece of paper. A few seconds. We hear a muffled "hello" as the call is answered. The look on Ravager's face is one of surprise to say the least.

Ravager: I was given this number and told I needed to call you. Imagine my surprise...

Fade to Black. To Be Continued... Later.

Bruce Richards used with gracious permission. Also, check out my TEAM promos to see what I'm talking about (in case some of you are wondering ;D):

www.fwrestling.com/fwc/showthread.php?t=15416 (title win)

www.fwrestling.com/fwc/showthread.php?t=15517 (title defense)