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Fade up PWR logo.

Paparazzi Productions Presents

in association with

Eye Spy Films
and
Kevin Nash’s awesomeness

Beat it.

Fade in.

Nash pushes open the door and enters his dressing room…

Alex Shelley: Thank God you’re here Kev, I’m worried sick. I’m a nervous wreck. It’s not fair, it’s not right… why I ‘ought’a give Shawn Michaels a piece of my mind!

Kevin Nash: Woah, relax little guy. Everything’s cool. Everything’s cool when your K-V-N.

Kev does the RVD thumbs taunt.

Shelley looks on in blissful amazement.

Alex Shelley: That… is the greatest thing… I have ever seen.

Kevin Nash: Yeah, it’s a little original composition I’m gonna’ throw into some of my promos. You like?

Alex Shelley: Do I like? Are you kidding me? I love.

Kevin Nash: So yeah, relax. It’s cool. Raven’s not gonna’ be half as bad a partner as you think. Know why I know that? I handpicked him. Yeup, especially for you. Shawn agreed to let me book part of the Conflict sheet and you know me, I look out for my bro’. I gave ya’ the best partner I could find – apart from me… I barely work one match, I’m not gonna’ do two.

Alex Shelley: That’s not what I’m worried about. It’s you big guy. I’m worried about you… about your spot at Starrcade. It shouldn’t be up for grabs. It’s not right. You should be in that Pay Per View main event. Heck I’m not gonna’ lie to you, that main event needs you, Kev. You were born to main event.

Kevin Nash: My point exactly. I was saying the exact same thing when I was booking Nitro and Page was moaning “oh but you can’t main event again, you’ve main evented two-hundred and thirty-nine consecutive shows”, and I was like “yeah but the main event needs me, I was born to main event”. So I told him to shut up because he was old, then I booked that main event and I ended that Goldberg streak because I’m great and I booked to reflect that fact.

Alex Shelley: I wish I could have been there.

Kevin Nash: Me too little guy. Hey, I bet you didn’t know that Goldberg was only four wins away from equalling my record breaking undefeated streak.

Alex Shelley: Really?

Kevin Nash: Yea’, scored one hundred and seventy-seven victories. I was undefeated for over four years. So you don’t gotta’ worry about me at Conflict. I’m not gonna’ get eliminated. Who do you think I am? It’s in the bag. It’s a done deal. I’m gonna’ go to Starrcade. In fact...

Nash removes a rectangle shaped object from a plastic bag and hands it to Shelley.

(WARNING: STARRCADE SPOILER BELOW).

Kevin Nash: Not only am I going to Starrcade, but I’m going to win the title there too.

Nash paused.

Kevin Nash: …Shawn said so. He’s got it all planned out.

Alex Shelley: What’s this?

Kevin Nash: What does it look like? It’s the cover for the Starrcade DVD. Shawn ordered for a whole batch of them to be made.

Alex Shelley: But Starrcade hasn’t even been yet.

Kevin Nash: I know. But look, that’s me holding the PWR title after I’ve beat King Booker. Spooky or what?

Nash paused admiring the DVD cover.

Kevin Nash: It’s amazing what they can do with a blue screen. Seriously, how realistic does that look? I’ve not even broken sweat.

Alex Shelley: So you’re gonna beat King Booker at Starrcade? It’s Triple H who’s gonna’ be eliminated on Conflict?

Kevin Nash: And people say you’re not smart.

Alex Shelley: I’m a smark.

Kevin Nash: I did push to get a title run written into my contract, you know. PWR is contractually obligated to put the belt on me at Starrcade.

Nash patted Shelley on the top of his head, ruffling his hair.

Kevin Nash: So don’t worry about it. Shawn and I have it all sorted out. Besides there’s no way Triple H can beat me. I’m like seven times better than he is. Ten times world champion? I’m ten times the champ he could ever dream of being.

Alex Shelley: But you gotta’ “play the game”.

Nash grinned.

Kevin Nash: Baby, I invented the game.

Big Kev scoffed.

Kevin Nash: And hey, he can bring ol’ Nature Boy with him if he thinks that’ll give him an advantage. He can bring all the former Horsemen with him too if he wants – yeah, even the dead ones. I squashed the Undertaker in week one. I’ve already beat a dead man. So yeah, let him bring Flair ‘cause it’s not gonna’ matter. He’s not gonna’ be any help. You know I got a little wrestling maritime story for ya’…

Alex Shelley: I’m listening.

Kevin Nash: I’m the man.

Alex Shelley: I know.

Kevin Nash: Flair runs his wrinkly mouth about how “to be the man you gotta’ beat the man”. Well, I’ve beat him. Actually, I’ve beat him like six times.

Alex Shelley: Wait a minute, wait a minute…

Shelley counts on his fingers.

Nash sees where he’s going.

Kevin Nash: You got it.

Alex Shelley: That makes you six times the man Flair is!

Kevin Nash: Alex, I’ve been saying it for years.

Alex pondered…

Alex Shelley: Aren’t you even a little weary of King Booker?

Kevin Nash: What? Just because he’s black doesn’t mean I should be suspicious. They’re not all criminals. Although, come to think of it I think Booker is an ex-con. But look at Black Machismo, he’s our bro’, he’s our dogg’. He runs with the ‘pac and he’s cool.

Alex Shelley: No, I mean what if Booker stabs you in the back.

Kevin Nash: Contrary to common belief they don’t all carry knives either.

Alex Shelley: Turn on you, Kev! What if he turns on you and screws you?

Kevin Nash: That won’t happen. We’ve got an agreement

Kev reassured him.

Kevin Nash: We’ve even got a game-plan. Get it… “Game”-plan?

Fade out.


Fade in.

The Game-plan.
Excerpt taken from the Kevin Nash playbook of finishes.

Booker goes to work on Triple H in the corner, hammering him with knife edge chops and high knees to the stomach/solar plexus. He pulls him out of corner and in a swift spin hyper extends Triple H’s elbow before delivering a harsh back heel kick too the Game’s face. The King bounces off the rope and hits the regrouping Triple H with a heavy scissor kicks to the back of the neck.

The camera cuts to the opposite corner showing Nash leaning back in full comfort, his arm raised into the air and his pinky finger pointing to the rafters above.

Kevin Nash: Way to go, Book!

Booker T stalks the grounded Triple H, trash talking his every step. He begins to stomp down hard on the fallen Triple H with big right boots to the upper torso and head.

The camera cuts the corner showing Nash running a hand through his hair and giving his full vocal support.

Kevin Nash: Yeah, kick that son of a bitch! That’s it. The face, in the face! Flatten that nose.

Booker lifts Triple H up from off the canvass, and hooks his arm planting him with the Book End.

The camera cuts to the corner as Nash slowly pulls himself up to an upright position. He heads over to the fallen Triple H and pats Booker T on the back.

Kevin Nash: Good job. I’ll take it from here. You were great. Really.

Nash leans over the laid out Triple H.

Kevin Nash: Now, can you dig that… sucker!

Nash does the “you can’t see me” hand sign and makes the cover.

Fade out.


Fade in.

Back to Nash with Shelley…

Kevin Nash: It’s foolproof. He does all the work, Hunter takes all the beating – particularly to the facial region, and I take all the glory. It can’t fail. Do you know why it can’t fail?

Shelley grinned a beaming wide smile like a child who had done something naughty.

Alex Shelley: You’ve got some anabolics, haven’t you Kevin?

Kevin Nash: AND I’m booked to win.

Fade out.


Fade in.

In the locker room with Shelley, Lethal and Dutt…

Kevin Nash: We have a crisis.

Alex Shelley: You’re not going to Starrcade! I knew something bad was gonna’ happen!

To Dutt…

Alex Shelley: I could just feel it.

Jay Lethal: THAT HEART BREAK KID YEAH, DIDN’T SCREW YOU OVER LIKE HULK HOGAN DID ME KEV, DID HE? YEAH, HE STABBED ME IN THE BACK. SUPPOSED TO BE PARTNERS, YEA’UH.

Kevin Nash: No. I’m still going to Starrcade and I’m still going to become the first ever PWR World Heavyweight Champion.

Jay Lethal: UH BUT SAY KEV, PWR ISN’T A NEW PROMOTION. IT’S BEEN AROUND BEFORE, YEAH. THERE’S ALREADY BEEN SEVERAL CHAMPS YEAH. YEAH, A LOT OF WORLD CHAMPS.

Kevin Nash: Well I’m going to be the first worthy PWR World Heavyweight Champion. Finally Pro Wrestling Redefined will have a champion that’s good for business.

Jay Lethal: SAY KEV…

Kevin Nash: Yes, Machismo… what is it?

Jay Lethal: WASN’T SHAWN MICHAELS PWR CHAMP, YEAH?

Kevin Nash: Oh, I forgot about that. Okay, I’ll be the second worthy PWR World Heavyweight Champion. But anyway, that’s not the problem…

Nash cleared his throat.

Kevin Nash: Apparently there’s been a few complaints about Sonjaynidis.

Nash consoled Dutt, who for the record, wasn’t even upset.

Kevin Nash: The King of Sparta gimmick, it’s not getting over. Apparently it’s too violent. And, your skirt’s too short.

Sonjay Dutt: Hey! You said it wasn’t a skirt.

Kevin Nash: It’s clearly a skirt. I lied to get you to wear it.

Alex Shelley: Yes, it is clearly a skirt.

Alex tutted in disapproval of Sonjay not realising this.

Sonjay Dutt: Hey! Shut up!

Kevin Nash: The fact of the matter is this, there’s too many kids in the front row who are getting to see way too much… if you know what I mean. Things… that no kid should see. As of now the costume and the gimmick are gone… so cross those legs and tuck little bit of pita bread between your legs away for good!

Sonjay gasped and self consciously covered his crotch.

Kevin Nash: Don’t worry, Asians are stereotypically well known to be inadequate in that department. I remember my first Asian… she fainted with a mixture of both disbelief and surprise when I introduced her to BIG Sexy.

Alex Shelley: She still can’t walk properly.

Kevin Nash: Anyhoo, you can go ahead and turn that frown upside down Sonjay because big Kev’s done it for you again. He’s sorted you out and came up with an even better gimmick.

Sonjay Dutt: Oh dear God, no.

Kevin Nash: Now, I was close the last time with the whole King themed idea… but I just wasn’t close enough. King’s are over in PWR. You got King Booker, the King of Kings Triple H and me – the King of Everything.

Nash digressed…

Kevin Nash: So for that reason and because there’s this new entrance I wanna’ try out on Conflict you my sexually frustrated Indian friend are going to be Michael Sonjackson!

Sonjay Dutt: Michael Sonjackson?

Kevin Nash: The King of Pop!

Sonjay Dutt: What?!

Alex Shelley: You know… like Michael Jackson.

Sonjay Dutt: So you’re gonna’ make me Michael Jackson just because you wanna’ try out a new ring entrance?

Kevin Nash: Well, yeah.

Sonjay Dutt: I’m not doing it.

Kevin Nash: You’re gonna’ be SO over with the fans.

Sonjay Dutt: I am?

Kevin Nash: Think about it. Most wrestling fans today are children. And hey, The kids love Michael.

Alex Shelley: And Michael loves kids.

Jay Lethal: THAT AIN’T RIGHT, YEAH!

Alex Shelley: He got cleared of all charges!!!!

Kevin Nash: Besides Jay’s black. He could be Tito.

Sonjay Dutt: Okay, I’ll do it.

Kevin Nash: That’s the spirit!

Alex Shelley: So Kev, tell me about this entrance?

Kevin Nash: I’ve got it all planned out. I ran it by Shawn and he thinks it’s great. Think La Parka CMLL… only… cooler.

Nash thought about it for a second…

Kevin Nash: …and less body fat.

Alex Shelley: Am I in the routine?

Kevin Nash: Of course.

Shelley looked ecstatic.

Fade out.


Fade in.

The shot opens showing Sonjay Dutt dressed in complete Michael Jackson attire. Black shoes, white socks, tight black pants, flailing open shirt, taped wrists and wet-look jet black wig.

Kevin Nash: I’m glad I didn’t go for the metallic onesy Michael outfit.

Alex Shelley: It would have been too much.

Kevin Nash: There is no such thing as too much.

Nash pointed to himself as the prime example.

Alex Shelley: True.

Jay Lethal: MEDLEY YEAH! DIG IT! I LOVE MEDLEYS!

To the tune of “Beat It”.

Sonjay Dutt: Triple H, you better run, you better do what you can ‘cause Kev and Shawn wanna’ see your blood, don't be a Macho Man…

Jay Lethal: YEAH!

Sonjay Dutt: You wanna’ be tough, better do what you can… So lay down, but you wanna’ be bad… Just lay down, lay down, lay down, lay down!

Sonjay throws the wig on the ground.

Sonjay Dutt: This is just stupid.

Kevin Nash: Put the wig back on.

Sonjay Dutt: I can’t sing. I can’t even dance like Michael Jackson.

Alex Shelley: For your information he doesn’t dance. He glides.

Kevin Nash: Put the wig back on… now. I won’t repeat myself.

Sonjay grudgingly put the wig back on.

To the tune of “The Way You Make Me Feel”.

Sonjay Dutt: Hey Triple H-y with the knee pads on, you give me irritation like I’ve never ever known! You’re just a product of bitterness, I hate the groove of your walk, your talk, your pedigree. I hear your promos from miles around, I’ll hoist you up in my Jack-Knife Power-Bomb! Just beat you Hunter and pin you nice, just count it one-two-three! The way you make me feel!

Jay Lethal: THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL, YEAH.

Sonjay Dutt: You really grind my gears!

Jay Lethal: YEA’UH YOU REALLY GRIND MY GEARS.

Sonjay Dutt: I’ll knock you off of your feet!

Jay Lethal: KEV’LL KNOCK YOU OFF OF YOUR FEET NOW, YEAH!

Sonjay Dutt: Your main event days are gone!

Jay Lethal: MAIN EVENT DAYS ARE GONE!

Kevin Nash: This is awesome.

Alex Shelley: I know. Did you write it?

Kevin Nash: Of course.

To the tune of “Billie Jean”.

Sonjay Dutt: Triple H is not the winner. He’s just a guy who claims that he is the Game. But the Kid (Shawn Michaels) says that I won. He says: ‘Big Kev you are the one, and the Game’s chances of winning are none’!

Kevin Nash: Now take it home Sonjackson!

To the tune of “Bad”.

Sonjay Dutt: Because Kev’s big, he’s sexy. Come on, he’s really, really sexy. You, he’s big, he’s sexy he’s really, really sexy...

Fade out.

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