|| production no. nine || record 07 - 01 - 00 || next match chris masters vs. dave batista || the trophy cabinet SGW: Gold Of The Week [1x] Top Match [2x, vs. Dustin; vs. Justin] APW: Television Champion [1x], Successfully Defend TV Title [First Ever], Ring Of Dreams Epic Elimination Finalist [1x], World Heavyweight Champion [Longest Reign], Successfully Defend World Title [First Ever], CWF: Tag Team Champion [2x], Hardcore Champion [2x], United States Champion [First Ever], World Championship Tournament Finalist [1x] CWE: Television Champion [First Ever] RW: Premier Champion [1x], Double Jeopardy Participant [1x] ECW: Tag Team Champion [Only] || fell before greatness Rhino [1x] Carlito [1x] Triple H [1x] Steve Corino [1x] Chavo Guerrero [1x] Michael Shane [1x] Chris Benoit [1x] Shawn Michaels [1x] Hulk Hogan [1x]

' Transformation pt I '

MIKE .. FN .. ADKINS

Fade Up SGW Logo

[[ April 29th, 2006. ]]

Raven staggers up, yanks Masters up in a camel clutch position and begins wrapping the chain around Masters' head.. He wraps it around from his chin all the way up to his forehead... And he begins ripping up on the chain!! Blood begins seeping through the chains until it pools under Masters' head.. And Masters is screaming like hell!! This is like a scene directly from Hellraiser!!

[[ Chris Masters suffers a horrendous beating at the hands of Raven and Perry Saturn in what is sure to be one of SGW's bloodiest matches in history. Raven peeling off Masters' face left Masters in a hole that only thousands of dollars of plastic surgery could fix. ]]

[[ Body Count - May 21st, 2006. ]]

RAVEN is blasted from behind!! The impact sends him slamming into Hardy, knocking him back a few steps.. And then we realize what just happened..... CHRIS MASTERS!! CHRIS MASTERS IS BACK!! He nailed Raven in the back and is furiously beating him down with lefts and rights and forearms and stomps!! Raven is getting beaten into a bloody mess!!

[[ And payback is a bitch. ]]

Masters flips Raven over and begins going to work on his face, punching away at him, trying to disfigure him.. And Alexis Laree jumps onto the back of Chris Masters!! She's trying to choke him but Masters flips her over his head and she lands on hard on her ass on the ground... She clutches her lower back and Masters sizes her up......

MASTERLOCK ON ALEXIS LAREE

[[ You fuck with me, I'll fuck you back harder. ]]

[[ Current Time. ]]

Paul Heyman: Chris, baby, you look magnificent.

[[ What? ]]

Chris Masters: Paul, what do you expect? Raven wanted to make me look like one of his posse members. Not Stone Cold. Not Christian. Raven.

[[ Paul waits for the end of the story. ]]

Chris Masters: He wanted to disfigure the masterpiece. He wanted to smudge my image for eternity. But Raven, I'm not some average Joe. You weren't trying to rip the face off of some random excuse for a wrestler. You were going to have to try a lot more harder than you did. You half-assed the job, Raven. You walked away at the last minute. When you should've been twisting that chain, tightening it around my nose and cheeks, you gave up. You let go and called it a day.

Paul Heyman: Not a smart move.

[[ Sid slides into the frame. ]]

Sid Vicious: He's not a smart man.

Chris Masters: He shot the beast, but didn't kill him. Now I'm back.

[[ The four of them are all walking away from a hospital towards a limo. ]]

Paul Heyman: I can't believe Doc saw you at Body Count.

Chris Masters: The most beautiful face in SGW, I don't think anybody missed it.

Jackie Gayda: And if they did, they missed one hell of a comeback.

Chris Masters: I couldn't have said it better myself.

Paul Heyman: Alexis Laree in the god damn Masterlock. Who would have guessed that would be your message to Raven.

[[ Sid opens the limo door, and they all climb in. ]]

Chris Masters: She should've stayed out of it. I was punching away at Raven, trying to make a solid point. When out of nowhere she jumps on me like a book sack. Raven could've easily gotten the Masterlock, but she wanted to stick her nose in grown folks business so..

Sid Vicious: She got what was coming to her.

Chris Masters: I wouldn't let a grown man jump on my back without breaking the bones between his shoulders. Much less some scrawny bitch.

[[ Jackie takes offense. ]]

Jackie Gayda: HEY! We're women, not bitches.

Chris Masters: Hey... whatever.

[[ Jackie looks at Masters stupidly. ]]

[[ He ignores it. ]]

Chris Masters: Looks like Batista's worst nightmare has just come true.

Sid Vicious: Huh?

Chris Masters: Idiot. The doctor just cleared me for action. I'm back, 100%. Batista doesn't have to worry about whether he's going to win or lose now.

[[ A brief pause. ]]

Chris Masters: He's just going to lose. Especially after we're done with his 'property' today.

Paul Heyman: Yeah. I don't know how you think of some of these things to completely torture your opponents. I bet Chavo's mom is still knocked out.

[[ Nobody laughs. Except Heyman. And they continue to ride off as our scene fades. ]]

[[ You can't really tell when we fade back up, except for the fact that there's some narrative text. Other than that, it's pitch black. Amidst all the darkness, you hear some rustling, and eventually, that familiar excuse of a man's voice. ]]

Paul Heyman: Are you serious about doing this, Chris?

Chris Masters: Would I have gone through the trouble of making a hippo like you virtually invisible if I was joking? No.

[[ If we could see Heyman, his jaw would probably be hanging lower than his gut right about now. ]]

Chris Masters: We've got to do this. The only reason Batista has ever won a single match in his career is because of the 'Roids. And well, we're going to see just how good of a wrestler he is in his natural state.

Sid Vicious: BATISTEROIDS.

Chris Masters: Sid. My god. That's the most catchy thing you've ever said.

[[ A quick pause. ]]

Chris Masters: Don't do it again.

[[ The camera then switches to a night vision mode. It pans around, showing us a huge mansion in front of us, and behind it is a very wooded area in which Masters and Co. are crawling through. Dressed in all black and face paint. ]]

Chris Masters: There it is, you guys.

[[ They emerge from the woods and gaze upon the house. All the lights are off, hopefully indicating that nobody is home. They approach the house with caution. ]]

Jackie Gayda: What if he's here?

Chris Masters: We'll have Stroke a few hours early. Either way, he's getting his ass handed to him. Be it tonight, or live in front of millions watching my official in-ring debut.

[[ He locks his hands together. ]]

Chris Masters: Masterlock.

[[ They reach the house, and Masters begins tugging on windows and doors, trying to find a way in. ]]

Paul Heyman: Me and Jackie will go check around he front.

Chris Masters: HAHA YEAH! No. Take Sid.

Paul Heyman: God Damnit.

[[ He walks away with the monster behind him, pissed. Chris and Jackie continue their search. ]]

Chris Masters: This guy doesn't slack off when it comes to keeping people out of his house does he?

Jackie Gayda: Hmm, I don't know Chris. Maybe he's seen that you traveled all the way to Mexico just to 'get inside Chavo's head'. 

Chris Masters: The show was in Mexico that week anyway.

[[ She continues. ]]

Jackie Gayda: I don't think anybody in the world missed the oompa loompa's dancing and Gillberg's dead body.

Chris Masters: Heh, and I killed Dusty Rhodes.

[[ Rest In Peace. ]]

Jackie Gayda: Exactly. Your screws aren't tightened all the way. And Batista knows that. So I'm sure he probably had to hire somebody to make sure that nothing could get in. 

[[ Suddenly a loud crash is heard from the front of the house. ]]

Chris Masters: THE MASTERPIECE NEVER FAILS!

[[ Chris takes off, sprinting around the corner and eventually reaching a huge glass window shattered. He climbs in and sees Sid and Heyman inside. Sid's having a blast, Heyman's shitting bricks. ]]

Chris Masters: Sid! You stud. I knew you'd find a way in.

Sid Vicious: I AM THE MASTER.. AND RULER... OF THE WOOORRLDD!!

Chris Masters: Congratulations. You get me into Batista's house. I let you throw out some self-promotion. Win-win situation.

[[ He stops mid-sentence. And looks at the dining room table in Batista's house. It is unzipped, and overflowing from the bag are needles labeled 'steroid'. ]]

Chris Masters: Go get them.

Paul Heyman: What!?

[[ Chris pushes Heyman towards the table. ]]

Chris Masters: The fruits of your labor are sitting right in front of you. Take 'em and let's go.

Paul Heyman: I'm not doing it.

Chris Masters: Wuss.

[[ Chris walks up, takes the bag, and the high-tail it out of there. ]]

[[ We fade back up in the Masterpiece limo. ]]

Paul Heyman: What are you going to do with all these drugs, Chris?

Chris Masters: Nothing. I might turn them over to the police department, get Batista arrested. After I show him the difference between a guy who's beefed up on steroids and pure.. natural.. ruthless talent.

[[ He gives us a cheesy smile. ]]

Chris Masters: I wonder what Batista is thinking. Going into this match actually expecting a win. What's his problem? These steroids must affect more than your muscles. He must honestly think he's top draw shit now. Ever since he finally grew a pair and told Triple H to go blow himself in WWE, Batista's been on some kind of power trip I guess.

[[ Yeah. ]]

Chris Masters: Dave. Do you honestly think you're the future of SGW? You're not. Do you think you're 'the man'? Hold on, nope. You're not. Do you think you're good looking? A good wrestler? Do you think you're anything compared to me? Have you ever gone seven weeks in a row without a loss on your record? Didn't think so. Are you even going to get to go 1-0 in SGW? No. Y'know why? Because for one thing, I've got your little aids right here in my hands. And secondly...
WHEN STROKE BEGINS
ITS MASTERLOCK TIME! 

[[ And that's the way the cookie crumbles. ]]

[[ Cue up SGW logo. ]]

[[ Fade out. ]]

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