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Just before the start of the show the cameras cut to Samantha Ross as she walked through the backstage hallways of the Las Vegas Casino, clipboard in hand, scowl on her face. She knew coming on to aid Jacob in running 96 wouldn’t be easy but she never expected it would be made harder by a owner with expensive tastes and a fetish for expensive suits. And a new Co-Owner who demoted her from her role, to say the least this wasn’t her best days… Samantha Ross: What have a gotten myself into…Jacob is enough of a handful, I don‘t even know who Trent is… Her frustrated thoughts of self pity where interrupted by the sound of music in the background. She stopped for a minute, looking around to see if she could pin point exactly where the music was coming from. “Shortie crunk so fresh so clean can she fuck that…” Sam raised an eyebrow and began to make her way down the hallway towards the music, which seemed to be coming from one of the locker rooms aligning the halls. “Question been harassing me in the mind this bitch is fine…” As she walked down the hallway the music got louder. She stopped at one of the locker rooms and looked up at the name on the door. ‘JINX’ was scrolled across the door in what looked like a child’s crayon, in fact it wasn’t a locker room it was the janitor’s room. She could feel her blood boiling as she swung open the door to reveal Jacob dancing around in what looked to be a pair of yellow Speedos and a basketball jersey on the wrong way around, cigar in one hand and a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other which he occasionally brought to his mouth, spilling most of it down the front of his back to front jersey. Jinx: To the window, to the wall, to the sweat drop down my balls, to all these bitches crawl! Samantha Ross: What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Jinx: Getting crunk, bitch! The scene fades out as Jinx trips over his own foot and falls into the shelves of cleaning products. - - - - [ Lugar Championship: Vargas vs. Fox ] - - - - The match began with some taunting by Fox, which Chad didn’t take kindly. Vargas gestures slight and quickly attacked him before the bell could sound. Fox was being stomped and choked in the corner by Chad before the referee in charge broke up the illegal maneuver. The Confederate Icon continued to display his power landing hard shots to the ribs of the lovely Makayla Fox and delivering a powerful Double Handed Choke slam which almost seemed to cause the arena to vibrate from the impact. Fox tried her hardest to mount a comeback by dodging a few Clotheslines and countering with a Dropkick. Chad appeared un-phased by Fox’s attempt at offense and continued to dominate the one sided match. After a few more grueling minutes Chad Vargas decided to “ease” up on Fox a bit which at that point seemed to be the wrong thing to do. Fox made an attempt to capitalize and seemed to have an okay go at it. She rocked the Confederate Icon with a few stiff shots, She delivers a low blow and gets a warning from the ref, She drops Chad with a spinning DDT and Fox leaps to the top rope and attempts the Femme Fatal, but Chad plays possum and rolls out the way leaving Makayla hitting nothing but Ring. Chad gets to his feet as does Fox who looks to be stumbling, and Chad drops her with the Stroke, and makes the cover… ONE. TWO.. THREE… Kaylee Jones: Ladies and gents…Here is your winner AND THE NEW LUGAR CHAMPION…CHAD VARGAS!!! - - - - [ C.R.E.A.M ] - - - - Backstage we see Jacob Smith walking down the hallway stopping to stare at his refection in any shiny objects around him. Jacob Smith: You are ravishing! Smith continues to walk reaching his office door. Before he opens it, he looks down at the base to find a stainless steel briefcase with a note on the front labeled for Jacob Smith and Samantha Ross. Ignoring the fact it is directed for two people, Jacob opens it up and begins reading it. To Whom It May Concern: You let me run my business; I will help you run yours. You allow me to be the special guest referee for the Main Event, and be named the Co-Owner of 96 as well as do a few other things to be named at a later date and time and the contents of what is in this brief case is yours. ~Trent Medlow Curious, Jacob opens the briefcase to reveal 10 neatly stacked piles of $100 American bills. Smith’s eyes light up with excitement as he enters his office and tucks the briefcase away securely under his desk. Jacob begins to sing “For The Love of Money” by the O’Jays, very poorly mind you as he exits. Jacob Smith: MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, MONEY… MONEY!!!! Locking the door he heads towards Sam’s office where a loud ruckus can be heard. Entering in he sees Sam and her long time dysfunctional friend Jinx throwing back a few shots in what looks to be a good attempt at getting hammered. Jacob has no problems or remorse when it comes to pissing away the company’s money on fine clothes and limo rides, but tends to get a little bit aggravated when he sees an employee, especially his partner drinking on the job. However this time he would make the exception. After all he did just come in contact with what seemed to be over $20,000. Jacob Smith: You are so gonna suck me off tonight after I give you the good news. Jinx: Sorry bud, but I don’t swing like that. Thanks for the offer though, I guess. Jacob Smith: No, not you ya fuck. Jacob glances at Sam as a grin pops on his face. Samantha Ross: Oh? And what pray tell have you done? Jacob Smith: Well, like I said, this so deserves a good knob slob from you. But first, this my friend deserves a round. Do it up love. Sam pours a round of shots as the three hold up their glasses and toast. Jacob Smith: ‘Member our little money situation? Samantha Ross: Yeah, hence why I am drinking in the first place; in hopes to forget about it. Jacob Smith: Well consider our problems to be solved. Samantha seemed shocked and surprised, but in a very good way. Samantha Ross: So you must have landed some pretty big sponsors. But who would want to give a belly up company like ours money? Jacob Smith: Just relax and don’t you worry your little heart out love. Trust me, when have I ever steered you wrong... As the Cars said, let the good times roll! The three toss back the shots in a very quick manner. Something wasn't sitting well with Sam. The words “don’t you worry” and “trust me” made her start to worry. But none the less she was too shit faced to care. - - - - [ A MVP Debut! ] - - - - The lights cut out in the arena. “My Curse” by Killswitch Engage begins to play over the speakers. The crowd not knowing what to do grows silent. The lights cut off in the arena. They begin to flicker red and gold throughout the arena. A spotlight is shined at the top of the ramp. Brandon Maddox slowly walks out from behind the curtains. The crowd jumps to their feet and go crazy. Brandon Maddox takes a look around at the arena. He is wearing a white t-shirt, black shorts, and black Nike Dunks. He is wearing a black du-rag on top of his head. He slowly makes his way down the ramp. The fans hold their hands out to touch Maddox, but he stays in the middle of the ramp. He reaches the ring, and slides into the ring. He stands up in the middle of the ring. He holds his arms out and then points up. Fireworks of red and gold shoot out from behind him. The fireworks shoot from left to right and then right to left. They shoot up high into the arena. The lights cut back to normal, and Brandon Maddox asks for a microphone. He is handed one. The crowd quiets down to hear what Brandon Maddox has to say. Brandon Maddox: Well, well, well…It looks like I have joined the 96 Promotions. The crowd pops. Everyone is cheering. Maddox looks around with a blank face. Brandon Maddox: I didn’t come here for YOU. I came here, because I have something to prove. Last time I was on the seen. I was robbed. I was cheated. That is not going to happen. Everyone knows why I am here. I am here to be the best wrestler the 96 has ever seen. I am also here to get the 96 off the ground. I am here to take it over. I am here to put it on the map. Maddox stops talking for a second. He looks around at the fans who are still cheering for him. Brandon Maddox: I thought I told you people I wasn’t here for you. I am here for ME! You are just lucky you get to see me wrestle in this ring. You should be lucky that I am even here. The crowd finally starts to boo. Brandon Maddox: That is more like it. I see new faces here at the 96, and I see old faces. Either what it doesn’t matter. I want everyone to listen in the back, and I want you to listen well. You can know me, or this can be the first time you see me…But I want you to know this. I’m better than every last one of you. That is the truth point blank period! All of you have been put on this Earth to lose to me. That is how it is, how it will be, and how it always will be. Maddox paces back and forth in the ring for a couple of seconds. Brandon Maddox: Everyone should worship the ground I walk on. You are looking at the new front man of this company. You are looking at the face of the 96…And well it couldn’t look any better. “My Curse” plays over the PA system. Brandon Maddox drops the microphone, and smirks at the camera. - - - - [ Michael Ahriman vs. Jinx ] - - - - It was one of the most anticipated matches of the night, Jinx verses Ahriman, both men had won their matches the previous week and both men where ready to bring their ‘A’ game once again in hopes that the blood and sweat they had sacrificed so far would be recognized come 96’s first PPV at the end of May; Screaming for Vengeance. It was obvious who the crowd favored as Jinx entered the small arena, making sure to acknowledge his fans as he made his way to the ring although more to feed his own ego than to please the people who had come to see him. The reaction from the small crowd was almost as electrifying for Elite Champion Michael Ahriman as he made his way to the ring slowly, never taking his eyes of his opponent or the smile from his face. Once both men where inside the ring the tension could be felt by everyone watching, neither of these men where going out without a fight. Jinx was the first to attack, striking Ahriman across the face and knocking him backwards across the ring. Ahriman, never one to sit back and take it, retaliated as the two men went back and forth. It was however all coming to and end as Ahriman tried to hit Jinx with the Glimpse of Sanity, but Jinx was still in the game, breaking away from Ahriman and hitting him with a Spinning Heel Kick to the chin. Ahriman, obviously feeling the strain and stunned by the connection, fell back onto the mat at which time Jinx stood over him and began to smile. The crowd was on the edge of their seats waiting for Jinx to cover Ahriman but he wasn’t finished with him yet. He continued on with his assault and at times Ahriman was able to land some strikes of his own. The two combatants went back and forth for a good ten more minutes, but Ahriman was unable to shake the intensity that Jinx had brought. Call it desire, call it rage, but he was in the zone. With a smile on his face he set Ahriman up for the Last Laugh, executing it perfectly and pinning him for the three count to himself a Elite Championship shot at the PPV against Ahriman… Kaylee: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…JINX - - - - [ HE’S HERE! ] - - - - The view rotates around ringside. Leaving Jinx and Ahriman in the ring when, Suddenly, the lighting dies. For but a few moments, the entire arena is as dark as a hate filled heart, before lighting up red. Soothing harmonics of a woman cue in on the loud speakers. The projection screen above the entrance Ramp flickers on, showing an entity cowering in the corner of a darkened room of white. His breathing is heavy. His sounds are confusing. It’s hard to distinguish if he’s crying, laughing, or maybe a little of both. With his face hidden in the corner, he lets out a blood curdling screech. “That is the call of pain. A call that one can only emit in an hour of absolute fright.” He becomes silent. “SCREAMS LIKE THAT ARE MY LIFE!” “While all of you have happy memories; memories of puppies and kittens, cotton candy and bubble gun, sand castles and snow angels, I’VE HAD NONE OF THOSE THINGS! My life has dwindled away within this room. My life story consists of straight jackets and padded walls, muzzles and chains, therapy sessions and schizophrenia narcotics.” “WHERE IS MY HAPPINESS!?” His breathing becomes harder and louder. “God is great, and God is good. We’re all created in HIS image.” An ear popping cackle emits. “WELL, WHOSE IMAGE WAS I CREATED IN!?” “Entities such as myself, those who have been cast down and locked away by society…” “WHO IS OUR MOLD!?” “We are outcasts of the omnipresence, created in no clear image. Our existence is forced onto us to show the evil’s of reality.” “THIS ISN’T A GIMICK! IT’S HARSH REALITY!” “We exist only to show YOU how much worse things could be. All you spoiled little bastard children who cry when the video game you wanted for your birthday just wasn’t in the budget of mommy and daddy this year…” “WE’RE HERE TO SHOW YOU” “TO TREASURE WHAT YOU HAVE!” “Because it can be so much worse.” “We are deemed as the insane, the mentally ill. We walk alone in shackles and restraints. We’re what nightmares are made of.” “AND, THESE NIGHTMARES ARE BECOMING ETERNAL.” In haste, he turns, showing his face to the camera, a face that’s covered in blood. We are uncertain if the blood is his own, or if it is the blood of some one else. “Because the Omnipotent of Insanity is now unconstrained.” “MY NAME IS AKILLIZ…” “And I’m coming out to play.” He flails his body down onto the floor while looking into the view, cackling just as hard as he can cackle. With Akilliz locked into the view, it slowly starts to pull out and fade. His sinister laughter echoes throughout the arena. After a moment, along with his laughter, the sounds of a blade slicing through steel several times emits. Once fading, the screen begins to bleed the words: “Akilliz” “Come out and play with me?” The screen slowly fills with the crimson ink. The sounds of a keyboard typing now emit, and the following is typed onto the screen: “Next Week On Exposed.” The harmonics, the projection screen, as well as the red lighting fade. The crowd is silent as the lights cue back in. - - - - [ MAIN EVENT: Salim Raj vs. Alex Kent ] - - - - Special guest referee in charge of the match and new Co-Owner Trent Medlow rings the bell. Raj and Kent both circle each other. Raj points at Kent, looking at him piercingly. Kent does not return comment or gesture, and steps towards Raj to initiate a collar-and-elbow tie-up. The larger of the two men, Kent powers over Raj and hits him with a knee deep in the stomach. Continuing to hold onto Raj, Alex Kent slams his forearm into Raj’s back, taking him down to one knee. Standing him up, Kent attempts a clothesline. Raj ducks the clothesline, and nails Kent with Jumping Savage Kick to the chest. Alex Kent stumbles back, but runs towards Raj. Salem leaps up, snagging Kent’s head with a leg scissor, taking him down with a Hurracarana. The crowd cheers as Raj stands back up. Kent, who is now on one knee, looks at Raj. Salim dashes at Kent, and goes for a Shining Wizard. Alex ducks the knee, but Raj is still standing. Salim leaps up and slams the foot that was used for the attempted knee into the back of Kent’s head. Salim Raj covers Alex Kent ONE. Trent looks at Raj, and is very slowly raising his hand after the first count. Salim lifts himself off Kent to break the pinfall, and walks over to Trent. Medlow stands up, holding his hands up like he has done nothing wrong. Salim Raj tells him to count like a real official. Salim turns around, and is caught in the stomach with an elbow by the raising Kent. Alex utilizes a side kick to Raj’s left knee, causing Raj to wince in pain as his knee seems to bow inside. Kent kicks Raj’s knee again before kicking him in the gut, and dropping Salim head first into the wrestling mats with a DDT. Due to the angle of the DDT, Salim Raj lays face first, ass up. Salim eventually slumps down to his stomach as Kent goes towards Kaylee. Pushing her off the chair she was sitting on, he picks up the same chair and folds it back to a flat position. Salim has stood up, but is staggering. Kent holds the chair, and jabs it into Raj’s stomach. Raj immediately holds his stomach, bent over. Kent begins to raise the chair, but Raj grabs Kent’s feet and pulls up, sweeping Alex onto his back. The chair falls onto Kent’s face, which he covers up with his arms before it hits. Raj seems the opportunity, leaping over Alex’s body at an angle. Salim drops both of his legs flat onto the chair, slamming it into Kent’s face once again. The fans let out a cry of anguish as Alex Kent rolls away from Salim, holding his face. Salim Raj picks up the chair, and looks at Alex Kent. Alex begins to stand. Raj sees the opportunity to recreate what he intended last week, and launches the chair at Kent. The flat end of the chair strikes Kent on the top of the head, sending him to the floor. Raj covers Alex for pinfall. ONE. Trent continues to raise his hand slowly. Salim Raj, facing Trent during the pin, flips Trent off. Medlow stops counting, shaking his head. The crowd boos as Salim stands up. Raj gets into Trent’s face, in which they begin to exchange words. Trent laughs at the middle eastern, indicating he could care less. Salim shakes his head and turns around. Salim Raj spins around, kicks Trent in the stomach, and bends him back into the position for the Jai Ho. The fans erupt in cheers as Salim signals, then spins drops Trent Medlow with the deadly move Salim stands up, drags Trent over towards Alex Kent. Salim Raj covers Kent, grabs Trent’s wrist, and counts the pinfall. ONE. TWO.. THREE… Salim Raj stands up and gives a nasty look towards Trent before raising his arms in a celebratory taunt. Trent Medlow gets back up and shakes off the attack. Trent waist no time as he takes a cheap shot at Salim’s jewels before hitting a slightly modified DDT from the top rope. After laying in a few more cheap shots, Trent Medlow grabs a microphone. Trent Medlow: THIS IS WHY I AM HERE! These Monkeys think they run the show! THERE SADLY MISTAKEN! BECAUSE I RUN THIS SHOW! Trent Medlow tones down as he delivers one more cocky smirk. Trent Medlow: Let is be known, that the business… IS BACK! As the crowd boos, eXposed fades to an end. |