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House card
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Mix and match match
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Tappan Zee tag team titles
KWF title match
CAL World title
(Finally, FOX news draws to an end . . after a fifteen second commercial for yet another Simpsons rerun, we draw into . . . an image of the city of Chicago, on a beautiful, cold February morning. There's a crisp, cold chill of excitement in the air. CAL's logo is imposed on the upper right hand corner.
(It's like a living thing, almost. The crackle of excitement in the air. The meeting of two of CAL's Eastern associate leagues, come together on the night one of their top wrestlers will be crowned world champion . . .
(A picture fades over the image of Chicago at night . . . a familiar face to longtime NWCW fans . . . Eric Bold. Father to "BraveHeart" Michael Bold, and a one time NWC World champion. Then we fade to an image of the NWCW 1 logo . . .)
"I was there when it started . . . I was there when New Westchester County Wrestling was still New Wave Chicago Wrestling . . ."
(The pictures show his old friend, Bo Mosley, battling the dangerous V-Dawg in the main event of one of NWCW's first cards . . . THE first card.)
"I've seen it grow . . ."
(The image is replaced by Jurgen Hosemacher battling Damien Stahr for the NWCW Chicago title.)
"I've helped it grow."
(The scene shows Eric Bold stopping his own son, "Braveheart" Michael Bold, from destroying "SunLite" Wilde Tanke with a chairshot, during the first ever NWCW "Spotlight match..")
"I've seen it die and be reborn . . ."
(The images now are from NWCW's old era quickly replaced by the new era. Fudge and Viper replaced by a wiser Fudge and Jeff Duane. "The Man" replaced by Ace Tanke. Backlash replaced by "Big" Andy Masterdon. Damien Stahr replaced by Jerrick Thomas.)
"Tell me something."
(The picture shows Eric Bold, talking to someone.)
"Are we destined to sit here and watch it's final death unfold?"
(The picture shows Christian Light, Jack Cross, Keith Edwards, Audacious Odds and Krinimal Breed in quick order . .)
"And are we destined to take KWF down with us?"
(And with those ominous words . . )
(Fade to a commercial . .)
Next, Following The NWCW/KWF Supercard... On the FOX Network...
(Familiar music can be heard...)
#Bad Boys, Bad Boys,
Whatcha' Gonna Do,
Whatcha Gonna Do,
When They Come For You#
(Scenes quickly flash by... A drug bust, cops hauling a man out of a
pickup truck and slamming him to the pavement... The announcer's voice
can be heard...)
"Follow the action of the men and women of law enforcement... On this episode of COPS..."
"A hooker sting operation gone bad..."
(A man is sitting in the back of a police cruiser, his face bleeding... A female officer pockets her nightstick, and overheard are the voices of one male officer...)
"I didn't think he'd run, and when he did, good lord he moved fast..."
(The scene shifts to a car accident where the police officers are desperately trying to separate three people... The announcer's voice again...)
"A minor fender bender turns ugly..."
(A one final scene shift... The announcer's voice once again...)
"And the retirement party at a local bar for a thirty year veteran of the force... This would be the wrong place to stick up, talk about your dumb criminal..."
(One man tries desperately to escape by the window as fifteen off duty
officers go to apprehend him...)
"COPS... Right after the conclusion of this wrestling broadcast... Stay
tuned..."
"And later on your local KIVH Fox news..."
(The camera zooms in on a fairly attractive face of a local news announcer...)
"This is Christy Smalls, and I will be bringing you all the news and events of the day at eleven. The newest tax hike in our county and the opposition against it will both have their say... A local man saves a family of cats from a gunny sack on the interstate... And Bill Johasson with the sports... Joy Benson with the weather... And all your entertainment news with Johnny Lopez..."
(The pictures flips by of all the newcasters mentioned...)
"News at eleven... Your most trusted news source..."
(The camera pans out, catching a slight glimpse of the news anchor's
short skirt and long legs...)
(We're back.)
[Fade up.]
[We open in the office of Harley Patrick Wylde, he's huddled over his desk with his long-time secretary Clarice. They shuffle some papers, and then Clarice picks up a folder and begins to leave.]
Clarice: And, don't forget you have that meeting with Fatty.
Harley: Yes, of course.
Clarice: Good luck.
Harley: Thanks.
[Harley composes himself for the camera, straightening his tie, and pulling at the sleeves of his black jacket.]
Harley: On the last Storm, Keystone Wrestling Federation reached a low point, as our program was taken off of the air by Comcast Sportsnet moments into our Susquehanna Valley Championship Main Event. Unfortunately, all the financial resources that I could pool we not enough to keep the network happy, and advertising was little to none. And, so I have turned to our friends in the CAL, and specifically New Westchester County Wrestling, for help.
Due to the funding I have received from a new partner, we have come to a deal with NWCW that will allow us to hold a nationally broadcast event, which I hope will spearhead a resurgence in interest in KWF. What this means for the fans of KWF is that there will be no aired Storm shows for quite sometime, I believe, but will mean easier access to KWF through this national broadcast.
As far as the missed match itself, Johnny Thunder walked away as the champion, as much as it pained me to watch. Our representative for the CAL Heavyweight Title, Sal Paradise disqualified himself through the use of illegal objects, but has proved himself to be among the best of the best in the CAL, and I stand by his appointment to that spot.
Friday Night Lightning will be an important event for our future as well as the CAL's, as it will open up doors for inter-fed action and more national, and possibly international competitions, and we are happy to be apart of such a landmark event. I hope the fans of Keystone Wrestling Federation are as excited about this opportunity and the future opportunities that are sure to come as I am.
Thank you, and enjoy the show.
[Fade out.]
(We fade back in a few minutes later. It's a grungey, cramped little office containing way too many people in it. Patrick F.X. McAulderstance (aka Fatty McButterpants) sits in the center, behind an undersized, cheap used desk. His temporary office. Better than a broom closet, though not much . . .
(Two men stand at the door, obviously there to provide muscle and keep Fatty safe. Big Al, Fatty's personal thug, stands on one side of the room, a crowbar and a large, heavy, ugly leather sack in one hand. A nasty scowl, as always, twists at his already less than pleasant to look at face. NWCW card opener Twizted Child stands on the other side. A tall amazingly lanky youngster at six foot six, but only a hundred thirty three pounds, he looks out of place, which he probably feels, judging from the look on his face.
(NWCW staff members Doc Vegas and Leo Byrkeskowfski stand to one side of the room. Commissioner Gordy, with Giovanni Benedetto and former NWCW Tappan Zee tag team champion Coach Berdi stand on one side of the room. It's completely silent at first, until a noise breaks the silence.)
Coach Berdi (CB): Me Coach Berdi!
Fatty McButterpants (FMcB): Yeah, yeah, we know. . . and you like . . .
(Berdi interrupts.)
CB: Me like cheese fries!
(Commissioner Gordy, apparently getting a message from Berdi's otherwise seemingly random statements, chimes in agreeance.)
Commissioner Gordy (CG): He's right, Commissioner. How long you gonna stick us up here? It's not like I got anything important to do, but I'd rather be wasting my time someplace else than with you hosers, eh.
FMcB: Well, this's kind of important. If you wanna go and miss the meeting, then I'll just have to assume you agree with whatever I say in your absence. The only reason you're here is to walk out early, so I can take control.
CB: In that case, I'm just gonna stay right here, hoser.
FMcB: (completely indifferent) Good for you.
(There's a knock at the door)
CG: Hopefully that's him now, eh. Or did you order a pizza too?
FMcB: Well, yes, actually. (yells loud) Come in, already! It ain't locked!
(There's a jiggling at the door, then a muffled voice from outside.)
FMcB: Eh, guys, unlock the door.
(Fatty shakes his head in disapproval.)
[After the door is unlocked, KWF owner Harley Patrick Wylde steps through, wearing a black suit and dark blue tie, carrying a briefcase in his right hand. He looks around the room, and nods his head, surprised by the number of people, no doubt.]
HPW: Well, hello . . . everyone.
(One voice calls out quicker than the others. . .)
CB: Me Coach Berdi!
HPW: Uh . . . yeah . . . *whispers under his breath* Please say I made a wrong turn.
(Of course, with the room packed, it's hard for even a whisper to go undetected.)
FMcB: Actually, you're just where you belong, which is just where I want you. (Fatty folds his hands into a temple) You remember me, right? You came to me for help a little while ago. . . I agreed under one condition. This card.
HPW: Yes . . . yes, I did . . .
FMcB: And while I was happy to lend you the money at first . . . (He leans forward) I need it back now. In full. I've figured the interest out . .
(Fatty pulls a paper from his desk and hands it to Vegas, who rolls his eyes, obviously not even wanting to be in the room, and hands it to Harley.)
FMcB: (sensing Harley's confusion) Is there a problem?
HPW: Well, I just didn't expect this to come so . . . so soon.
(Fatty seems stammered.)
FMcB: Now, it's not like that . . . there's just been some . . . business expenses . .
HPW: Well . . . I don't . . . but . . . well see . . .
Giovanni Benedetto (GB): Give us the money, manslut!
(McKenzie puts a hand up, signaling for Giovanni not to help Fatty. Vegas meanwhile gets a view of the paper.)
FMcB: And I'm gonna need it in small unmarked bills.
DV: Wait a minute, what kind of business expenses do we have that'd need this kind of money in cash, tonight? (his eyes are a bit large) That's more than I make in a month.
FMcB: Don't you mind that, Vegas! You're just here for protection!
DV: (eyes narrowing) Protection, huh?
HPW: Is there something going on that I should be aware of?
(Fatty's sweating now. It's kinda obvious.)
FMcB: A war? No, nothing like that. . .
DV: It's true, ain't it?
FMcB: Vegas, shut up!
GM: Now, eh, I kinda wanna hear this, eh.
DV: The rumors the mob is coming . . .
Twizted Child: That'd explain me being here. (Starts to worry) Ah, hell.
DV: For protection.
GM: Then if we're here for protection . . . (Gordy shrugs) I don't think there's any reason for us to be here, eh. We're off. Get us some beer, eh, boys. And Fatty . . . Take off, eh!
(Gordy leaves the room, with Giovanni behind. Berdi follows but first shouts . . .)
CB: ME COACH BERDI YOU NOW!!
(He turns towards Wylde, who backs up, worried he's about to get attacked. Berdi then turns and leaves. Weird.)
HPW: Mob? What's this all about?
DV: He paid your loan by borrowing money from the mob!
(Fatty shrugs, indifferent to being caught.)
FMcB: Hey, I was gonna make a five percent interest, I thought anyway. People do it all the time.
[Harley doesn't seem as non-chalant about the whole situation as Fatty manages to be, he begins to pace back and forth.]
FMcB: Forgot those asses compound weekly. Never shoulda let you talk me down into monthly. But hey, live and learn right? So you give me the money, they'll take your tv or something to make up for it, no biggie.
HPW: No big deal? I know these mob types, my partner in L.A. had his hair torched over $30 . . .
DV: Damn, that's cheap. My hair cut was thirty five bucks, plus tip. Lousy job, too.
HPW: No, I mean . . . nevermind.
FMcB: Well, that's not gonna happen tonight, I mean . . . it's not like they're gonna show up . . .
DV: Yes they are.
FMcB and HPW: (surprised) What?!
DV: Calm down, they're just rumors . .
HPW: Rumors start somewhere . . . and sometimes with the truth.
(Fatty tugs at his collar, nervously.)
FMcB: Like the rumor there's a boatload of cash in that briefcase right?
HPW: And, sometimes they start with stupidity.
FMcB: Oh shi . . .
DV: I have a bad feeling . . . I'm outta here!
(Vegas walks past Harley, nodding to him sympathetically, then leaves.)
[Harley looks down at the floor for a moment, he brings his face up slowly.]
FB: There a problem? (Smiling worriedly)
HPW: How in the name of all things Holy could you give me mob money?
FB: You expected what from a bookie, church donations? Although I've stolen a few of those too . .. oops, did I say that aloud? Forget you heard that!
HPW: I don't care about a couple dollars from the church donations, you idiot . . . this is our hides on the line tonight, and you have no idea what they might try to do to us. I'm going back to my room to think this over . . .
(Before Fatty can answer, since he's chewing on a hot dog he pulled from his drawer, Harley opens the door . . . the lights are dark. The whole hallway seems ominously dark . . . far more than it should, from Harley's reaction . . )
HPW: Now, what the Hell is going on out . . .
[Harley then backs into the room frightened by the bright flash of light.]
(He staggers from the door, holding his eyes . . .)
FMcB: Hey, if you're gonna call me an idiot, don't come back tryin' to sweet talk me . . . .
(There's a brief second of silence hanging in the air, that may very well hang there forever .. .. .. Within a second, a rather large pair of hands reach in towards the oversized Big Al and pulls him out the door. Taking no heed of his own safely, Twizted Child dives into the blackness now consuming the hallway, almost reaching in and trying to drown out the entire room. Leo Byrkeskowfski, silent until this point, quickly puts down his magazine and pulls the door closed. . . We hear a lot of pounding outside the door. The sound of steel against bones and flesh against walls . . . You can feel the wicked emotional chill going through the room . . . Fatty, definitely not taking it lightly, but having been through it, manages somehow to talk . . .)
FMcB: Unless you'd rather stay . . . (He starts to dial up the phone . . .) Dead . . .
HPW: I'm just gonna stay here for a while . . . I think, there's some, uh . . . stuff with the show I'd like to discuss.
FMcB: Please tell me you got a cell phone . . .
(With in a few seconds, we hear something heavy crash against the door. Fatty ducks under his desk . . . but the noise stops.)
HPW: Yes . . . yes . . . [He fumbles through his briefcase, keeping a constant eye on the door.]
[We next hear a knock at the door, and the voice of a woman asking if anyone's around. And, then the door swings open, a bloodied body spilling inside with it, and the beautiful KWF backstage reporter Jameson Hughes standing above him rather confused.]
JH: Uh . . . hello?
(Fatty looks up at her . . .)
FMcB: Hiya, sweetcheeks. Did you see who did it? Where's Twizted Child?
JH: First, don't call me "sweet cheeks," and second, no . . . actually I did not see a soul. . .
(Fatty looks somber, as if he's just realizing the magnitude of it . . . with that . . .
(We cut to the official pay per view opener!)
