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Post by Sexy Rexy [REBEL] on Apr 28, 2007 23:35:03 GMT -5
(Party atmosphere... dancing people... loud music...title belts on the wall...this can be only one kind of a party in Canada... it’s gotta be a Rex Caliber party. The band is rocking, the women are grinding, and there’s no Rex. The camera scans but no where to be found is the REBEL champ. Then we see a man take center stage. It’s none other than Frank Warburton earning some extra dinero. Just then we hear a rap track take over the Nexus Sports Club.
Jadakiss’ track “The Champ is Here”, plays and then we see the front door open up. The music tones down, as Frank makes a one of kind introduction.)
FRANK: Welcome to the Nexus Sports Club. Tonight is the Post “Last Resort” party. Now let me introduce the host. He is the owner of NAPW. He is the owner of this bar. He is the former one time NAPW tag team champion. He is a former TWO TIME NAPW Champion. He was the FIRST NAPW Canada Cup winner. He is the current Steelside Alumni Champion. He is the Nexus One. He is the MAN WHO SAVED LATIN! HE IS THE ONE MAN CRIME SPREE, THE 245 POUND SHITHAMMER OF DESTRUCTION... THE CURRENT AND ONLY REBEL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION EVER... HE IS REEEEEXXX CALLLLIBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!
(The track starts over. The Champ is Here is said three times then walks in Rex. He is in a fine suit, wearing the REBEL belt, and smiling big. Rex takes over for Frank.)
REX: Big applause for Frank... he is a helluva nice guy. The show is over, we had a damn fine night, and lets PARTEEEE! Tickets for the Calgary show is ON SALE NOW! Remember all house liquors are half price baby!
(The party rages on, and a few wrestlers are around having fun. Rex goes to the bar, where a woman approaches him. She looks to be straight out of a Maxim Magazine hometown hottie search. She is red headed, busty, tan, and has legs to die for.)
REX: What can the champ do for you?
WOMAN: Why didn’t you call me?
REX: When did we meet?
WOMAN: I’m the exotic dancer you took home about a month and half ago.
REX: You gotta be more specific with the champ.
WOMAN: (looking discouraged) How can you not remember the hours of passionate love making, and all the wonderful things you said.?
REX: I’m sure the champ was Fan-(BLEEP)in-Tastic, but the fact remains: I drink alooooot. Now you were maybe the fourth woman that week, hell maybe that night. You could have been first, third and sixteenth. I don’t know.
WOMAN: (almost in tears) You promised that we could try to be a couple, and maybe I could move in with you one day.
REX: (almost spitting out his drink) Say what? Now I have tons of clever nicknames, but did you hear anyone call me Captain Save-A-Ho?
WOMAN: (turning from sad to mad) Ho?
REX: (saying it louder) Did you hear someone call me Captain Save-A-Ho? No, you didn’t, cause saving ho’s ain’t my (BLEEP)ing job.
WOMAN: ....
REX: I think you need to leave my establishment... (throws up his hand and gestures to his bouncers) You need to realize that the champ can get as many women as he wants. Trying to tie the champ down isn’t good for business. You’re the third woman in the last two nights to say stuff like that to me. I don’t mean to sound so damn callous, but damn... give the champ a break.
(The woman goes to slap Rex, but is stopped by security. They carry the woman, who is kicking and screaming, out the building. Bartender Gina, comes over to Rex.)
GINA: Rexy... you never talk to women like that. You usually try to score again, then break it to them in the morning.
REX: The pressure is coming down harder now. This belt is not fifteen pounds of gold, it’s carries more with it. Things are going to be different, I gotta take care of me. Women love the bling, and right now... I have to act like that. If they want a good time with the champ, then by all means we can get down... but I ain’t letting nothing get in the way of me keeping this belt, and running a good damn wrestling promotion. NOTHING!
(Rex walks off, before Gina can reply. The scene fades as the club is hopping, and we fade into the backstage area at Undisputed. Rex is walking around, in another fine suit, staying clean shaven. He has watched many matches, and has just watched the Simply Beautiful and The Beast wrestle. The lights go out in the arena, and he hears the crowd, he peaks out from behind the curtain to see this: )
A stunned, horrified buzz races through the building as all eyes turn to the balcony...
The balcony where Sebastien Martyr has appeared. Sebastien Martyr, standing beside the bloodied, half-conscious figure that is Tommy Deathrow!
Deathrow is seated on a chair, hands duct taped behind him, ankles duct taped to the legs, mouth duct taped closed. Martyr has a microphone.
SEBASTIEN MARTYR: Not one of you believed me... certainly not this piece of shit right here. Last week... last week it was thought that I "got my comeuppance." That Tommy Deathrow finally "earned his revenge." I was HUMILIATED inside that ring by this man...
But he, and all the rest of you, thought that would be the end of it. That Sebastien Martyr would run with his tail between his legs all the way out of this godforsaken country. Well...
Martyr viciously backhands Deathrow. Tommy suddenly flails, straining against the duct tape. He's bleeding badly, and an ugly purple and black bruise is developing on his cheek. The crowd boos Martyr. Martyr looks out over the crowd with contempt and disdain. But a small smile curls on his hateful lips.
SEBASTIEN MARTYR: Pathetic. Wastes of flesh one and all, especially little Tommy here. But no. You all need to learn... exactly who Sebastien Martyr is...
Martyr steps behind Deathrow, Tommy straining, no doubt cursing up a storm despite the duct tape over his mouth.
SEBASTIEN MARTYR: And exactly what Sebastien Martyr is truly capable of!!!
Boot.
A single, hard kick to the back of Tommy's prison chair.
The horrified crowd watches as Tommy Deathrow, still attached to the chair, sails through the air.
CRASH
Deathrow crashes through the merchandise table positioned below the balcony. He sprawls, the force of the impact ripping him free from the chair. One wrist remains taped to the chair. The crowd is not chanting holy shit. The crowd is in shock. Deathrow is unconscious, his blood all over scattered t-shirts and posters.
He is not moving.
REX: YOU GOT TO BE (BLEEP)ING KIDDING ME! WE NEED EMT’S STAT!
(Rex shows concern, and anger. Is he thinking of the well being of his old drinking buddy? The health of an employee? The status of a human being?)
REX: WE CAN’T DRAW SHIT IN RALEIGH IF THEY DON’T THINK HE CAN FIGHT! FUUUUCK!
(Later that night, Rex is on his way to catch a plane to North Carolina. He is on the phone. We hear Rex’s side of the conversation. )
REX: No.. No... How many times you gotta hear it Rick, I didn’t have anyone injure Tommy. No... I DON’T GIVE A (BLEEP) WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE! I’m a damn business man, and I know that we can’t draw shit now without him healthy. I’ll do something... Don’t blame me for him pissing off other wrestlers... I’m not suspending anyone... This shit happens. Tommy will make it to the show... bye. (he hangs up)
Well... I certainly hope that he does.
(We fade out of that, and into Rex in Charlotte, at his office. He is at his desk with stacks of DVD’s in front of him.)
REX: Damn how many tag matches did he fight... (he flips over another DVD case) This is gonna be harder than I thought.
(In walks Angela, offering her help.)
ANGELA: Can I assist in this project you have going?
REX: Not really. My ass is on the line. I gotta make sure we at the very least, sell as many tickets as last month. If ithe crowd declines, Garrett is gonna blame me cause of the Superstar fiasco the other night.
ANGELA: What happened?
REX: My opponent for this coming show... sort of plummeted from the balcony through a concession table or two, after being assaulted.
ANGELA: Oh My God!
REX: I know, the hype for this match is damn near dead.
ANGELA: Is he going to be OK?
REX: He has to face the champ after that ass kicking he received, he is pretty damn far from OK.
ANGELA: You’re still going to wrestle him?
REX: Those blood thirsty fans are paying good damn money to watch me destroy guys. He happens to be the one getting his ass kicked this week. Garrett thinks I pulled strings to eliminate my competition. I got to have a threat to my title, or nobody shows. I’m not going to put myself above what’s good for business.
ANGELA: Well with the Mr. Canada rumors, and now this...
REX: (looking at her sternly) What you saying?
ANGELA: It’s coincidences I’m sure... but it gives off the impression that you are making things happen, to make sure you win.
REX: I do make things happen. I sell out arenas, I run a promotion, and I kick ass without the help of anyone... that’s how I make things happen. Now I don’t ask for all this stress on me, but I’m the champ, and I’m gonna weather the storm. Krenshov wants to hit fans... he hits the door. Superstar wants to feud with dangerous men... let him take on the responsibility of his actions. But I shouldn’t be put in this spot, where it’s my fault. It’s not my fault that things happen. If drunk fans say they saw someone else in that ring with me and Bruno, besides the (BLEEP)ing ref... then believe the drunk fans.. but don’t bitch at me.
ANGELA: Calm down.
REX: I am calm... people are trying to start rumors, and insinuate things they don’t understand. Jealousy is what it is. The wrestlers loathe me for being the champ and owner of NAPW. I’m some guys boss, and the guy who kicks their asses. Well they will be hating me for a damn while, because I’m don’t plan on stop being the champ or the owner of NAPW... EVER!
(Rex pulls out a bottle of Tequila, and looks at another DVD.)
REX: Now excuse me, I got some tickets to sell.
(Fade to black.)
THE CHAMP IS HERE....
THE CHAMP IS HERE....
THE CHAMP IS HERE....
THE CHAMP IS HERE!
THE CHAMP IS HERE....
THE CHAMP IS HERE....
THE CHAMP IS HERE!
Jadakiss’ track “The Champ is Here”, plays and then we see the front door open up. The music tones down, as Frank makes a one of kind introduction.)
FRANK: Welcome to the Nexus Sports Club. Tonight is the Post “Last Resort” party. Now let me introduce the host. He is the owner of NAPW. He is the owner of this bar. He is the former one time NAPW tag team champion. He is a former TWO TIME NAPW Champion. He was the FIRST NAPW Canada Cup winner. He is the current Steelside Alumni Champion. He is the Nexus One. He is the MAN WHO SAVED LATIN! HE IS THE ONE MAN CRIME SPREE, THE 245 POUND SHITHAMMER OF DESTRUCTION... THE CURRENT AND ONLY REBEL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION EVER... HE IS REEEEEXXX CALLLLIBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!
(The track starts over. The Champ is Here is said three times then walks in Rex. He is in a fine suit, wearing the REBEL belt, and smiling big. Rex takes over for Frank.)
REX: Big applause for Frank... he is a helluva nice guy. The show is over, we had a damn fine night, and lets PARTEEEE! Tickets for the Calgary show is ON SALE NOW! Remember all house liquors are half price baby!
(The party rages on, and a few wrestlers are around having fun. Rex goes to the bar, where a woman approaches him. She looks to be straight out of a Maxim Magazine hometown hottie search. She is red headed, busty, tan, and has legs to die for.)
REX: What can the champ do for you?
WOMAN: Why didn’t you call me?
REX: When did we meet?
WOMAN: I’m the exotic dancer you took home about a month and half ago.
REX: You gotta be more specific with the champ.
WOMAN: (looking discouraged) How can you not remember the hours of passionate love making, and all the wonderful things you said.?
REX: I’m sure the champ was Fan-(BLEEP)in-Tastic, but the fact remains: I drink alooooot. Now you were maybe the fourth woman that week, hell maybe that night. You could have been first, third and sixteenth. I don’t know.
WOMAN: (almost in tears) You promised that we could try to be a couple, and maybe I could move in with you one day.
REX: (almost spitting out his drink) Say what? Now I have tons of clever nicknames, but did you hear anyone call me Captain Save-A-Ho?
WOMAN: (turning from sad to mad) Ho?
REX: (saying it louder) Did you hear someone call me Captain Save-A-Ho? No, you didn’t, cause saving ho’s ain’t my (BLEEP)ing job.
WOMAN: ....
REX: I think you need to leave my establishment... (throws up his hand and gestures to his bouncers) You need to realize that the champ can get as many women as he wants. Trying to tie the champ down isn’t good for business. You’re the third woman in the last two nights to say stuff like that to me. I don’t mean to sound so damn callous, but damn... give the champ a break.
(The woman goes to slap Rex, but is stopped by security. They carry the woman, who is kicking and screaming, out the building. Bartender Gina, comes over to Rex.)
GINA: Rexy... you never talk to women like that. You usually try to score again, then break it to them in the morning.
REX: The pressure is coming down harder now. This belt is not fifteen pounds of gold, it’s carries more with it. Things are going to be different, I gotta take care of me. Women love the bling, and right now... I have to act like that. If they want a good time with the champ, then by all means we can get down... but I ain’t letting nothing get in the way of me keeping this belt, and running a good damn wrestling promotion. NOTHING!
(Rex walks off, before Gina can reply. The scene fades as the club is hopping, and we fade into the backstage area at Undisputed. Rex is walking around, in another fine suit, staying clean shaven. He has watched many matches, and has just watched the Simply Beautiful and The Beast wrestle. The lights go out in the arena, and he hears the crowd, he peaks out from behind the curtain to see this: )
A stunned, horrified buzz races through the building as all eyes turn to the balcony...
The balcony where Sebastien Martyr has appeared. Sebastien Martyr, standing beside the bloodied, half-conscious figure that is Tommy Deathrow!
Deathrow is seated on a chair, hands duct taped behind him, ankles duct taped to the legs, mouth duct taped closed. Martyr has a microphone.
SEBASTIEN MARTYR: Not one of you believed me... certainly not this piece of shit right here. Last week... last week it was thought that I "got my comeuppance." That Tommy Deathrow finally "earned his revenge." I was HUMILIATED inside that ring by this man...
But he, and all the rest of you, thought that would be the end of it. That Sebastien Martyr would run with his tail between his legs all the way out of this godforsaken country. Well...
Martyr viciously backhands Deathrow. Tommy suddenly flails, straining against the duct tape. He's bleeding badly, and an ugly purple and black bruise is developing on his cheek. The crowd boos Martyr. Martyr looks out over the crowd with contempt and disdain. But a small smile curls on his hateful lips.
SEBASTIEN MARTYR: Pathetic. Wastes of flesh one and all, especially little Tommy here. But no. You all need to learn... exactly who Sebastien Martyr is...
Martyr steps behind Deathrow, Tommy straining, no doubt cursing up a storm despite the duct tape over his mouth.
SEBASTIEN MARTYR: And exactly what Sebastien Martyr is truly capable of!!!
Boot.
A single, hard kick to the back of Tommy's prison chair.
The horrified crowd watches as Tommy Deathrow, still attached to the chair, sails through the air.
CRASH
Deathrow crashes through the merchandise table positioned below the balcony. He sprawls, the force of the impact ripping him free from the chair. One wrist remains taped to the chair. The crowd is not chanting holy shit. The crowd is in shock. Deathrow is unconscious, his blood all over scattered t-shirts and posters.
He is not moving.
REX: YOU GOT TO BE (BLEEP)ING KIDDING ME! WE NEED EMT’S STAT!
(Rex shows concern, and anger. Is he thinking of the well being of his old drinking buddy? The health of an employee? The status of a human being?)
REX: WE CAN’T DRAW SHIT IN RALEIGH IF THEY DON’T THINK HE CAN FIGHT! FUUUUCK!
(Later that night, Rex is on his way to catch a plane to North Carolina. He is on the phone. We hear Rex’s side of the conversation. )
REX: No.. No... How many times you gotta hear it Rick, I didn’t have anyone injure Tommy. No... I DON’T GIVE A (BLEEP) WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE! I’m a damn business man, and I know that we can’t draw shit now without him healthy. I’ll do something... Don’t blame me for him pissing off other wrestlers... I’m not suspending anyone... This shit happens. Tommy will make it to the show... bye. (he hangs up)
Well... I certainly hope that he does.
(We fade out of that, and into Rex in Charlotte, at his office. He is at his desk with stacks of DVD’s in front of him.)
REX: Damn how many tag matches did he fight... (he flips over another DVD case) This is gonna be harder than I thought.
(In walks Angela, offering her help.)
ANGELA: Can I assist in this project you have going?
REX: Not really. My ass is on the line. I gotta make sure we at the very least, sell as many tickets as last month. If ithe crowd declines, Garrett is gonna blame me cause of the Superstar fiasco the other night.
ANGELA: What happened?
REX: My opponent for this coming show... sort of plummeted from the balcony through a concession table or two, after being assaulted.
ANGELA: Oh My God!
REX: I know, the hype for this match is damn near dead.
ANGELA: Is he going to be OK?
REX: He has to face the champ after that ass kicking he received, he is pretty damn far from OK.
ANGELA: You’re still going to wrestle him?
REX: Those blood thirsty fans are paying good damn money to watch me destroy guys. He happens to be the one getting his ass kicked this week. Garrett thinks I pulled strings to eliminate my competition. I got to have a threat to my title, or nobody shows. I’m not going to put myself above what’s good for business.
ANGELA: Well with the Mr. Canada rumors, and now this...
REX: (looking at her sternly) What you saying?
ANGELA: It’s coincidences I’m sure... but it gives off the impression that you are making things happen, to make sure you win.
REX: I do make things happen. I sell out arenas, I run a promotion, and I kick ass without the help of anyone... that’s how I make things happen. Now I don’t ask for all this stress on me, but I’m the champ, and I’m gonna weather the storm. Krenshov wants to hit fans... he hits the door. Superstar wants to feud with dangerous men... let him take on the responsibility of his actions. But I shouldn’t be put in this spot, where it’s my fault. It’s not my fault that things happen. If drunk fans say they saw someone else in that ring with me and Bruno, besides the (BLEEP)ing ref... then believe the drunk fans.. but don’t bitch at me.
ANGELA: Calm down.
REX: I am calm... people are trying to start rumors, and insinuate things they don’t understand. Jealousy is what it is. The wrestlers loathe me for being the champ and owner of NAPW. I’m some guys boss, and the guy who kicks their asses. Well they will be hating me for a damn while, because I’m don’t plan on stop being the champ or the owner of NAPW... EVER!
(Rex pulls out a bottle of Tequila, and looks at another DVD.)
REX: Now excuse me, I got some tickets to sell.
(Fade to black.)