Record: 09 - 01 - 00
Next Contest: vs. Steve Austin - Stroke - Non-Title

XII: "Don't Fear The Reaper [2]"

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[[ Fade in the SGW logo. ]]

[[ We fade up in terror. Inside the cockpit we see Chris Masters with a helmet on, holding onto the stick, trying to gain control of the plane. Sid sits next to him, trying to find the radio. ]]

[ Sid Vicious ] WHICH ONES THE RADIO!?

[[ The plane continues to fall out of the sky, as we hear Jackie from the background. ]]

[ Jackie Gayda ] FORGET MUSIC! Chris, do you even know how to fly a plane.

[[ Chris almost can't believe what he's hearing... almost. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] Baby, I'm the Masterpiece. I can do anything and everything. You want to beat the shit out of some drunk bastard who's prime was over way before now? I'll do it. You want me to save my own life by taking control of a spiraling plane... I'll do that too.

[[ Chris begins yanking on the joystick, trying to get some kind of response from the plane. Jackie darts over to the window and watches the ground get closer to them. ]]

[ Paul Heyman ] WE'RE GUNNA DIE!

[[ The entire plane erupts into screaming and yelling resembling a school yard. ]]

[[ On the way to their demise, the group begins to reveal truths. ]]

[ Jackie Gayda ] I LOVE YOU PAUL!

[ Sid Vicious ] I REALLY AM MASTER AND RULER.. OF THE WOOOOORRRRLLLDDD!!!!

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[[ World Warrior Semi-Main Event. ]]

[[ Chris Masters versus Stone Cold Steve Austin for the US Title. ]]

[[ Austin entered the match wobbly, bloody, tired, thanks to Chris' backstage attack, and manages to pull out a Stunner in the opening moments. but Chris soon gains the upper hand. He wails at Austin with lefts and rights, clothesline, dropkick. He's quickly in the driver seat of this match. He looks as if he's going for the kill! ONE... TWO....... TWO.... KICK OUT! STEAMBOAT WITH THE LONG TWO COUNT! Masters, pissed off, confronts Ricky, ready to snap his neck in half at this point. RICKY PUSHES MASTERS INTO A SCHOOL BOY!! ITS OVER! AUSTIN WIIIIiinnss. ]]

[[ The hard work... the dedication... gone. One fell swoop and it's all down the drain. ]]

[[ Slowly... very slowly... but surely, things begin to fade back up. A light hits the camera almost blinding you. The camera squirms for a better position, but nothing can stop the light from beating down on its lens. It then turns to its side and you see a small bonfire. ]]

"Shit yeah dude, she's a fucking whore, I just know it!"

[[ Night has fallen, and we now see that there a few guys standing around our camera, which pans to show us Chris Masters and his Entourage, with a flashlight. They're currently holding the flashlight steadily over Jackie boobs. She's wet for some reason, and lucky for them, she wore a white shirt. ]]

"I bet she fuck ALL of these guys!"

[[ A higher, squeakier voice joins in. ]]

"AT ONCE!"

[[ We stand up, and get hit a few times by the flashlight, but they move on, checking out these bodies, laying on the beach. ]]

"I wish we could keep those dudes knocked out, and revive this one bitch. She's a keeper!"

"Dude, they're all dead. Don't worry."

"SWEEEET! I'll just fuck her now! While she's still wet down south."

[[ The camera turns away, as you hear the zipper of his pants, and the jingling of his belt and before long.... ]]

[[ POP! ]]

[[ It was a very curious 'pop' and we turn back around, to see that Jackie has indeed come to. She's rubbing her hand, and the guy is undoubtedly putting his pants back on, and rubbing his cheek. ]]

"They all do that to ya, don't they!?"

[[ He cackles. ]]

[[ All of the commotion has awakened Sid, Paul, and Chris. Chris sits up, coughing water from his lungs and Sid, next to him, rubs his head. ]]

[ Sid Vicious ] Damn Paul, those water parks suck.

[[ Paul barely moves a muscle. ]]

[ Paul Heyman ] We're not at a water park, Sid...

[[ Paul opens his eyes a little more, bringing the flashlight right to him. ]]

[ Paul Heyman ] I think we're in heaven.

[[ Both of our mystery men laugh at that one. ]]

"DUDE! I think he's higher than us."

[[ Not a chance. ]]

[[ Chris, before long, stands up and looks around. He then grabs one of the guys by his shirt collar, forcefully. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] You tell me what happened, RIGHT NOW, or I'm going to rip your throat out and throw into that bonfire.

[[ The kid's eyes widen. ]]

[ Mason Ibrahimovic ] Listen man, we were out surfin' and whatever, and the like, you guys and the plane fell in the water. We just swam out, and rescued you guys. And my friend over here try to fuck that slut you had.

[[ Sid nails the other kid square in the jaw, and shakes the pain off, while spitting on him. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] She's not a slut, she's mine.

[[ Chris throws the kid down in the sand, and then looks back at Heyman and charges him, but Sid quickly intercepts. Chris struggles to get free. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU FAT, ANAL FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!

[[ He twists and turns some more inside the big man's arms. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] LET ME THE FUCK GO!

[[ Sid obliges, and Chris simply walks over to Heyman. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] You better be GOD DAMNED happy that none of us got hurt, or died, or else I would've RIPPED YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!

[[ Mason gets out of the sand, dusting himself off. ]]

[ Mason Ibrahimovic ] Calm down, buuuuuuday.

[[ He pulls a bag of weed out of his pocket. ]]

[ Mason Ibrahimovic ] Here, this'll help you. It'll cool your nerves, man.

[[ Chris slaps it from his hand, weed goes everywhere. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] Listen, "bro", I'm not one of your 'dawgies'. I'm Chris Fucking Masters. I'm the Masterpiece. I don't need to take anything to calm me down, I don't need speed to make me get shit done, I don't need steroids to beat other people, and I don't need to drink beer as an excuse for beating my wife.

[[ The kid lunges onto his hands and knees, scooping every piece up from the sand. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] And if your IQ was worth half of that empty weed bag, you'd know by now to get the fuck away from me. You saw what happened to your friend.

[[ Sid cracks his knuckles. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] The same can happen to you, kid.

[[ Mason is relentless putting handful after handful of mostly sand into his Ziploc bag. ]]

[ Mason Ibrahimovic ] C'mon, no need for the heat.

[[ He looks up at Chris, for a response, but gets nothing. ]]

[ Mason Ibrahimovic ] Y'know, controversy. No need for all that. You knocked my weed out, and all I was trying to do was help.

[[ Still looking at Chris, Sid steps between his line of sight. ]]

[ Mason Ibrahimovic ] Heh.. heat. What was I thinking. You had every right to punch my friend in his shit, and knock my weed all over.

[ Sid Vicious ] Much better.

[[ A smile forms on Sid's face. ]]

[ Chris Masters ]  Paul, I don't know what went wrong here. Ever since I lost at World Warrior, and had to leave SGW for my surgery, it's like you've not been happy with me. I don't plan trips right, I don't wrestle right, I'm too confident.

[ Paul Heyman ] I'm just trying to look out for you, Chris.

[[ Chris can't believe his ears. ]]

[ Chris Masters ]  LOOKING OUT FOR ME!? You could've ended my life and yours, Paul.

[ Paul Heyman ] Don't be like that, Chris.... Chris.

[[ Chris walks away and sits next to Jackie. ]]

[ Jackie Gayda ] Some way to get ready for Austin, eh?

[[ Knowing she's as bummed as he is, he scoots closer to her, and she rests her head on his shoulder. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] It's doesn't matter, hun. It's people like Austin, who spend all their time talking about how they good they are. And how they broke their neck and still won the World Title. But it's the people like myself, who are BORN with the talent to succeed and get far in life, that get the last laugh. I was out there, wrestling LEGENDS, putting people in my Masterlock on a weekly occasion.. while Steve Austin was trying to figure out how to beat a woman and not leave any evidence. Where Bradshaw failed, I succeeded! He can talk all he wants.. and he can walk around with that gold slung over his shoulder however he wants. But it won't last long. Because when he steps into the ring with me, he'll know he's looking at the REAL deal! He's lookin' at the standard of success! Everything I've said I could do, I've done! I don't blow smoke like Texans! I don't talk a a big game.. I PLAY A BIG GAME!

[[ Jackie rubs his chest, knowing nothing will calm him down anymore. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] I don't care what Austin says anymore. When I told the world I was going to walk over Austin with spiked shoes and leave him in a bloody heap at World Warrior, I DID JUST THAT! But does it matter? No. Because Austin had to get one of his buddies to SCREW ME OVER! If I would've won that United States Championship, I could be where he is. He's there by mistake. THAT WORLD TITLE SHOULD BE MINE!

[[ Chris is getting more intense with each passing moment. ]]

[ Jackie Gayda ] You've worked your ass off to come from the bottom, Chris. Your chance is coming. One more week.

[[ He nods. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] You're right. And this time, they'll be no Ricky Steamboat pushing me into schoolboy roll-ups. They'll be no Chris Benoit match to wear me down. It'll be me, Lance Storm, Steve Austin, and Ken Kennedy. And none of them appreciate greatness. Hell, even Mike Awesome thinks he's better than me.

[[ Scoff. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] But Austin, he REALLY thinks he's better than me. He thinks he's the shit. He thinks he's.. a legend. But did he EVER beat CHAVO GUERRERO!? If anything, I'm a legend. Especially compared to the waste of space that is Austin. Look at what I've done. Look at who I've beaten. Look at the manner in which I've simply demolished anything, and everything in my path. And then look at Austin, cheating to win his U.S. title. Now tell me who the legend is.

[[ He points to himself. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] All matters aside, though, Austin, I must say, congratulations. Whatever conniving, scheming, backstabbing, cheating, and dick sucking you've had to do to get where you are, you've obviously done a VERY good job at it. So, I tip my hat to you, Steve. All the wife beating, it's all wroth it now, isn't it?

[ Jackie Gayda ] But baby, you don't have.. a hat on.

[[ He's really not in the mood for games. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] Austin, you've earned yourself a spot in my book. Not anywhere near the spot where legends, greats, and hall of famers would go, but you're in there. In the way back part. You're the most accomplished SGW Champion of this era. Be happy. But then, be sad. Because it's all going to go to waste. As you walk into Total Destruction, hoping to turn the page onto an entirely new era of Steve Austin, you will walk right back out, becoming another one of those 'could have been's. But that's what this week is all about. Maybe you'll learn that talking about me, about my past, and about how you're going to tear me limb from limb isn't a smart thing to do. And then you'll learn your lesson, and you won't even get into that ring at Total Destruction.

[[ He shrugs. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] But, underneath that ever-thickening skull, and above all the baldness, you're blonde. And well, I'm sure you just won't catch on quickly enough to stop yourself from complete and utter domination twice. All that beer has slowed your thought process so much, that by time you manage to grasp the fact that you think it'd be better to walk out of Total Destruction with your life, it'll be too late. So, I'm warning you now. Knowing you can't stop yourself from locking up with the greatest thing on SGW TV this time, I'll warn you that you don't want to do it when Gold is on the line. Last time you did, you had a little plan all worked out. So, if you're planning on toughing this PPV out, you better get your buddy Shane McMahon and think up a drunk-proof plan. So even you can't fuck it up.

[[ He's emotionally unstable. He just continues ripping on everything Austin is worth. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] And I know you two are gunna sit down, and ignore me. Your little ego's telling you how you've already got me beat. But I STRONGLY suggest you guys think up some sort of plan. If you want to even wrestle me. Because after this week, you'll be in no condition to wrestle again next week. You've put me through hell once before Austin, all I can say is...

[[ He pauses. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] ...payback's a bitch.

[[ But not for long. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] But what do I know, right Austin? What could some beefed up 'sumbitch' like Chris Masters know? I know that if I were the World Champ, I'd be pretty scared right now. That's what I know. Because World Champion or not..

NOBODY
BREAKS
THE MASTERLOCK!

[[ Exhausted, Masters lays flat on his back in the sand, the beach gets calm, and the stars light up the pitch black sky. You then hear the roar of a highway. Chris sits up and looks over at the potheads, still puffing away by the fire. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] What is that noise?

[ Mason Ibrahimovic ] The interstate...

[[ He blows smoke out of his mouth. ]]

[ Mason Ibrahimovic ] The cities right over there.

[ Sid Vicious ] LAND HO!

[[ Chris looks at Jackie. ]]

[ Chris Masters ]  You mean we're not stranded on an island with a couple of dope heads?

[ Mason Ibrahimovic ] Hell no. We live in a condo right behind us. We wouldn't sail the god damned ocean to smoke weed.

[[ Sid grabs Chris by the arm with intent. ]]

[ Sid Vicious ] DEBRA!

[[ Chris is too worn out to even respond. And out of the blackness comes a stretch limo. The farthest window to the back rolls down and a couple of square-framed glasses peer out at Chris. ]]

"Chris Masters?"

[[ Chris nods. ]]

"Come on in. I'll give you all a warm bathe. And a sponge soak for the female."

[[ Chris takes offense, and stands up for his female. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] Hah, fuck you big-

[[ Jackie stops him. ]]

[ Jackie Gayda ] I'm freezing Chris. And I'm sure he was joking.

[[ He complies, after a long sigh. ]]

[ Chris Masters ] Fine, but if you give us any funny business... it's your ass.

[[ They get up. Three of them, and walk to the limo. ]]

[ Sid Vicious ] Wait, where's Heyman?

[[ Chris looks around, and then gets into the limo. ]]

[ Chris Masters ]  Huck Feyman.

[[ SWERVE MUCH~!. ]]

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