Die Kriegmaschine vs. Hellfighter

[EZieba]

Die Kriegmaschine vs. Hellfighter

 

[Hell_Fighter]

"It's about time. (Come and get me...rookie)"

*Fade In...

*New York City...

*Late in the night...

(The camera cuts to the inside of an all night Fitness Center and Gymnasium. Many individuals working out on the equipment. GXW reporter Joey Tyler with a cameraman and a camera following behind him goes right passed the individuals working out and walks right to the gymnasium attendant at the desk. He is a young man, looks to be in college, slender and well built man he perks up at Tylor with semi enthusiam even at this late of night. Let's listen in.)

Attendant: "Hello, welcome to New York Fitness Center. I'm Jeff, what can I do for you?"

Tyler: "Yes Jeff, GXW reporter Joey Tyler. (He hands Jeff, the Attendant a business card) I was told that I could find a customer here, by the name of Michael Shutt. He is an employee of our's. GXW, Global X-Treme Wrestling, also known as HellFighter. Is he here?"

Jeff: Oh yeah, he's here. He's in the back sparing in the training ring. He was like really pissed off, but he paid me in cash to use the sparing ring and that he wasn't to disturb, so I complied up to this point. Aside from the cash to rent out the sparing room for...now 3 hours since he first came in. He also paid me an little tip incentative, so that I would comply with his wished. So unless you have business elsewhere. I am afraid that I can not let you in."

Tyler: (Goes into his pocket and pulls a a small wad of cash and hands it to Jeff.) "Here's $50.00 that says it's okay for you to let me in and go talk to him."

Jeff: "Damn, he's right inside. Boy and to think that I hated the graveyard shift. This is a great night."

Tyler: "Could be more in it for you pending on whether I get the neccessary information that I need from him inside."

Jeff: "Sweetness. He's right inside. The sparing room is the last down down the short hall on the left."

Tyler: "Thank you. (To cameraman holding the camera) Come...this way."

(Tyler and the cameraman follow the hall to the sparing room on the left. They walk inside slowly and quietly. Inside the center of this semi large room is a practice ring with ropes around it. There is a large single light directly overhead of the ring. The rest of the lights around the room are switched off leaving the room in darkness except for the ring in the center. Inside of this ring is a silently enraged "HellFighter" Michael Shutt. He is wearing white with black trim Umbro shorts, black with white trim Asiacs wrestling tennis shoes, a tight white tank top exposing his ripped, bulky, muscular upper body. He is using a jump rope going semi fast at a controlled pace. Sweat pours down off his face and body. His breathing is controlled. He has been doing this for some time now. He does a flurry of fast paced criss cross jump ropes before whipping the jump rope down and stopping abruptly. After a few moments of regaining his composer, he looks up at Tyler and the camera. Rage boils up within HellFighter's eyes. Tyler, although he seems afraid, continues to press on unphased and professional toward the unpredictable HellFighter glaring back at him.)

HellFigher: "What the hell do you want Tyler?"

Tyler: "I'm here to get your thoughts on why you lost to Tommy Rage on Onslaught?"

HellFighter: "I lost! I hate to lose! Simple as that. Now get the f*** out of here."

Tyler: "I know that. The question is what are you going to do about it?"

HellFighter: "Simple, I have a plan take out my frustrations out on Rage...in my time. In the mean time, I gotta get ready for the next fight. Which is why I suppose why you're here right Tyler?"

Tyler: "Yes and no. I also wanted to know, for the people's sake, and for mine as well why you turned your back on everything you ever believed in. Everything from your outspoken Faith in God, to your love for the fans."

HellFighter: "I turned my back on everything because all my life I have been either fully for or against something. I could not pursue championship gold while people were putting themselves over at my expense. I could not serve God and myself. So I gave Him up and I chose ME. My faith was a hinderance, a shackling that I shed off in order to do things...MY WAY. However, I got tired of those backstabbing sons of a b****es using me for their own personal gain. I got tired of putting them over at my expense. So when I faught the likes of Dan Ryan and Nate Logan. I made my ultimate sacrifice. I gave up everything in order to be the best. I was the best at one time. I will become the best again, or die trying. This is my vow. I never admit defeat. And even if I do lose, I will press on. I will seize this day. I will seize this year. I will seize my glory. I will take back the ground that was stolen from me 100 fold."

Tyler: "So why attack everybody who defeats you?"

HellFighter: "Because I hate to lose. I made it my new theme that regardless whether or not I lose. I will always win. One way or another. I will win. I will not have cocky ass bastards like Tommy Rage think that they will always defeat me. Just because they beat me one time. Doesn't mean that they defeated me in life. One match is not good enough to take me out. They better finish the job all the way. I'll see to that real soon."

Tyler: So what do you have planned for people like Tommy Rage?"

HellFighter: "None of your F***ing business."

Tyler: "What about your thoughts on your next match for Onslaught...against the other giant in GXW. The rookie monster, Die Kriegmaschine?"

HellFighter: (Pauses for a moment. The rage and anger in his eyes changes to a more sinister and sadistic wicked looking smirk.) Kriegmaschine? Your serious?"

Tyler: "Very. It's on for Onslaught."

HellFighter: "It's about F***in time. I've waited too long for Die to get my message that I sent him. How's your head rookie? Hurt like a Donnavan...er I mean B**** don't it? You've had more than enough time to heal from my attack? Good. Glad to hear that. I can't wait for the so-called rookie monster to come at me with what he thinks is everything's he's got. You sure that you can handle the single most versitile wrestling in all of GXW Die? You think that you can take me on. You think that you can go up high, down low, hit me with power moves, or some of the most innovative submission moves that the world has ever seen. I've been training and doing my homework. I can't wait to try them all out on you and put you through a new form of pain...

MY PAIN...

You thought that the pain that you did to me in your BIG impacting debut a few weeks back was enough? It just pissed me off. Then I came back and welcomed you into the GXW...my way. Now I get to show that you are just like everyone else. Not in my league. You tried to be like everyone else by making your big smashing debut at my expense. It's safe to say that you DON F***ed up big boy. I got your attention. Onslaught is when I finish the job. You will be my example to every single chump ass praire punk in the locker room that you will not use me for your rise to fame.

(He pauses as he recollects his thoughts before continuing on. He leans foward up against the turnbuckle looking down at the camera.)

HellFighter: "I know what your thinking Die. You're thinking that I'm the one who messed up. I should have not attacked you like I did. Well too F***in late you BLEECHED BLOND BIG GERMAN PEICE OF S***! I did it and I'm doing it again on Onslaught. Only I'm finishing what I started before. I don't give a damn who I piss off, who's feelings I hurt, who egos I bruise. It's either you or me. I'll be GODDAMNED that it'll be me. So guess what? It's you. It's ALL of you. I don't care how big you are. How small you are. How tough you claim to me. I will tear all your asses apart. I have made alot of enemies as of late. That's no big thing. I made alot of enemies the moment I set foot in pro wrestling. This is no different. I just changed. Instead of getting played by the game. I decide to screw the game and play by my own rules...changing the rules at I go. Everything I've done has been to make the game play for me. I'm no longer the one getting played, now I am the gamemaster. I'm the one who's in charge. I'm the one who slaughters the lambs instead of getting led to the slaughter. You catch my drift so far Rookie, or will I need to spell it out for you...in blood. Like at Onslaught."

(Folds his hands together in a mock prayer like fashion.)

HellFighter: "Oh please say Onslaught. I want you to."

(He mocks gets down on his knees looking at the camera)

HellFighter: "Look, I'm begging. Let me spell it out for you. I will do exactly that...and more."

(He stands back up again looking at the camera.)

HellFighter: "And as for you Wallace. If you even try to interfere in my fight against Die...Heyman style in anyway. Mark my word. Even if you get within an inch of that rampway, let alone that ring. Mark my words. No god will save you from my wrath. No hell will top the pain that I will put you through. That is my vow to you. Then after I'm done with you. Die will join you. So for your sake and for his, stay out of my way. I will make Die live up to his name. He will...DIE! (Chuckles silently to himself at his own joke in a sinister sort of way.) And I'll be laughing my ass off."

(HellFighter looks back at the camera as he changes subjects back onto the Tyler and the cameraman.)

HellFighter: "I've said more than my peice. Let's give Die and Wallance a chance to respond. Get the hell out of here so I can get ready for MY match...MY win...MY time."

Tyler: "Yes, well thank you for your time Hellfighter. Good bye for now. Good luck against Die on Onslaught."

HellFighter: "Save your good lucks for Die Kriegmaschine. He'll need it more, and a whole lot more."

(Tyler and the cameraman make their way out of the sparing room as Hellfighter continues on with his lone workout. The camera fades out to black.)

*FADE TO BLACK*

 

[tylerdurden]

First in a line of casualties...

{Fade in to a shot of an ally in a section of the Bronx, night time. Filth and vermin are everywhere, creating a dark atmosphere. Steam pours from vent in one of the brick walls while a homeless man turns over on a sheet of cardboard that has become his bed for the night. The camera picks up the sounds of metal chains clanging through an ajar door on the far side of a large dumpster. We can also hear the sounds of flesh pounding a bag... most likely a heavy bag. The cameraman approaches the doorway, where quietly enters. The old wood of the door wrenches as it is opened however, and the two men inside take notice of their new visitor. The men are none other than Donovan Wallace and the large German monster known as Kriegmaschine. Kriegmaschine dwarfs the smaller, stickly Wallace, casting a shadow over him. As Wallace takes notice of the camera and begins to walk towards it, Kriegmaschine continues to beat on the heavy bag in the background. His bare knuckles bleed through the white tape that is wrapped around them. He wears a pair of black sweatpants and nothing else. His large, blonde, spikey hair sticks up from his head like a city skyline, the peaks poking high above their origin. Wallace's appearance, however, is much different. He looks calm and collected as he approaches the lens, his black trenchcoat flapping by his feet. His black officer's hat hides some of the features of his face under it's shadow. As Wallace speaks, his voice is stable and strict.}

Wallace: Hellfighter. Your words amuse me.

{Wallace rubs his chin and continues to speak.}

Wallace: You are as ignorant and stupid as I have been told. Not only does it appear you are anxious for your own demise, but you have decided to hasten the process by attacking my subject on GXW Television. You have balls, Shutt, but you seem to be lacking in the intelligence department. You see, this is no ordinary man that you've awakened. This match will be unlike any you have ever experienced. I have watched your tapes, I know of your matches and your accomplishments. But I also made one key observation. It appears as though every opponent you've faced, while they've beaten you and humiliated you, they've never finished the job. If they had, you wouldn't be in that ring at Onslaught. This is where I come in. I have single handedly crafted a being worthy of your destruction. A creature who can destroy ANY man at the very snap of my fingers. Even a so called "gamemaster" such as yourself, as you have stated.

{Wallace turns around and shouts to Kriegmaschine before continuing.}

Wallace: If I remember correctly, you have said that after every loss you've bounced back. You have recovered. You have survived. Well that, my friend, is very unfortunate. I'll just have to be the one that changes that detail. Ever since I first arrived in Global Xtreme Wrestling, my eyes were set on one goal, and one goal only. Domination. Since day one, we have had our eyes set on the destruction of GXW, the fall of this "empire". And with you being the largest man here, I immediately called for your elimination. And of course, the opportunity has presented itself.

{Donovan grabs a steel chair and sits himself upon it, staring intensely into the camera lens. Kriegmaschine still hammers on the bag in the background.}

Wallace: Mr. Shutt... Michael... you are a valuable GXW warrior. But you are a man, and that is your fault. You are only human. You are, as you put it "a lamb". I have noticed the controversy surrounding you and the issue about your religion. How interesting. Mr. Shutt, are you looking for a renewal of your faith? Let me place this thought on the table. Perhaps you should bow to me... perhaps you SHOULD beg for your salvation. I am, of course, the man who holds your fate in his hands.

{Wallace leans back in the chair, adjusting his cap.}

Wallace: It's not an easy job, playing God. But then again, nobody ever said it would be easy. I have assumed this task without hesitation, as it was something I knew I was destined to do. Now that I have found a catalyst for my plans, things will take shape. I assure you Mr. Shutt, while my presence will have an impact on the match at Onslaught, there is no need for me to interfere. Your fate is already carved in stone, and it cannot be changed. I have already set the wheels into motion. While I'm almost positive you'd enjoy getting your hands on me at Onslaught, your opportunity will be missed. You don't seem to understand the magnitude of this night, Michael. You have stated that Kriegmaschine will not use you for his rise to fame, however, this is not the case. You miss the point entirely. You are just a small part of this battle, this war. The goal is not fame... but rather, reverance. This is no rise to stardom, Shutt... it's a climb to supremacy. While YOUR end is near, the scale of this operation is something no one can comprehend. It will reach on and on for decades as my reign in the wrestling world lengthens. The most volatile being to ever grace the stage of wrestling today and the man who will change wrestling.... forever.

{Wallace closes his eyes and thinks for a moment.}

Wallace: Shutt, no amount of training can prepare you for Onslaught. You brag about your in ring abilities... you ask if my wrestler can perform submission moves? Power moves? Kriegmaschine knows no boundaries. At Onslaught, I have given him the task of destroying you. He will accomplish this goal by any means neccesary. He will bend you, he will twist you, he will bleed you, and he will break you. At the center of the ring, in front of an audience of millions, you will be slain in the grandest fashion. And I WILL be there to witness it. Right at ringside. The very man who has ordered your execution. The target of your rage. And as I stand over your body after all is said and done, the world will know that I am indeed... a god.

{Wallace gets up out of his chair, turning around to address Kriegmaschine.}

Wallace: It's not much longer now... soon he will be yours for the maiming.

{Kriegmaschine grunts and with a sudden burst charges the heavy bag, ripping the chains that it hangs from out of the ceiling. The bag slams to the floor as Kriegmaschine gets up to stand at Wallace's side. Wallace turns back to the camera.}

Wallace: And Hellfighter, while I do have sympathy for some, your ignorance is over the top. The name is not "die"... it simply means "the" in German. But I assure you... after Onslaught, you WILL know our names, and you will tremble in fear at the very mention of them. Soon, Michael.... soon.

{With that, Wallace and Kriegmaschine both turn around, walking off into the darkness of the training area.}

 

[Hell_Fighter]

Every man's weakness...ME!

*Fade In...

*East Rutherford, New Jersey...

*Evening time, two days later...

(Cut to the interior of a Ramada Inn highrise hotel room penthouse suite in down New Jersey. The camera pans around to scan for life. It looks until it finds sitting on a sofa is "HellFighter" Michael Shutt. He is wearing black with white trim nylon Addidias windbreaker pants, black with white trim Asiacs wrestling tennis shoes, and no shirt exposing a nice firm muscular built upper body. He has a remote control in his hand watching over on Onslaught during the latter moments of the Hellfighter/Tommy 18 match and the debut of Die Kriegmaschine, who attacks HellFighter after the match. Hellfighter is continuously rewinding and playing the spot where Die does his modified chokeslam on Hellfighter. The camera fades in for a close up as it slides into position to begin the promo. Let's listen in.)

HellFighter: "Up (rewind chokeslam)...Down (replay chokeslam)...up (rewind)...down (replay)...up (rewind)...down (replay)...up (rewind)...down (replay)...up (rewind)...down (replay... (He looks over at the camera, gets a subtle grin on his face, then looks back over at the television.)...DOWN!"

(HellFighter kicks over the TV moniter off of it's stand and onto the ground. The crash of the moniter makes a huge sound. Sparks and glass fly everywhere as HellFighter sits back and enjoys the mini fireworks show. HellFighter looks back over at the camera ready to speak.)

HellFighter: "I suppose everyone in the back loved when Die did that to me. Go ahead, attack HellFighter, use him to springboard you into superstardom. However, I'm sure that I pissed everyone off when I retaliated the following week...including you Die. You must really want to kill me now don't you? Good. I want you enraged and pissed off. I want you to feel like what I do right now. Except there are two differences between me and you Die. One is despite being as pissed off as I am. I am also very controlled, and I know how to channel my rage. You on the other hand have not, and as pissed as you probably are. It will be you downfall. You got showed up by me. Yeah I think I would be mad as hell if I were you. I want you so mad at me because I know that while you are fully pumped up with adrinaline. One little mistake and I know I have you. I will be so controlled enough to capitalize off that one little mistake you make. Then I will attack like sharks reacting to the taste of blood. I will have you. In the end I will have finished what I started, and showed you for what you are...

JUST ANOTHER ROOKIE CHUMP...

Next big thing? My ass. Not at my expense you son of a b****. I ain't putting you over. I ain't putting anybody over. What have you done for me? Nothing. What will you do for me? Everything. I am seizing my days. I am taking back my glories. I don't give a S*** how many people I hurt or worse because of my so-called selfish ambitions. I am doing things my way and my way only. Because any other way didn't help me."

"The other reason why I say that I will succeed on onslaught against you is because viewing so far, the only footage that I have on you. This little bit of footage tells me everything about you Die. Also, since then Die, what have you done to get ready for this match? What matches have you had prior to this match? Nothing. You have had nothing. Which tells me that you are inexperience. There is ring rust in you. Which mean you have no way in hell of competing against a veteran like me. Even my losses have given me great wisdom and taught me valuable lessons for the next match. Even my losses can make me great. What have you done up until now?"

"I can't believe that GXW actually signed you and that Paul Heyman wannabe with the hopes that they can duplicate the 'Next Big Thing'. I can't believe that you can be as big as Lesner...if not bigger. I can't believe that the GXW want to give you some big push and you haven't even had your first match yet. Most of all. I can't believe that people got pissed off at me because I showed your ass up on Onslaught two weeks ago. Now granted, a perfectly hit from a steel pipe will bring anybody down to their knees. I brought you down to you knees. Onslaught is when I put you on your back and out of wrestling. Then I can show GXW this is the money that they invested so they can have their next big thing."

"Now I will give you credit where credit is due. You are a big bad mutha F***a Die. And that move, that modified chokeslam of your's hurts like hell. However, as big as you are. You are just like every other big man in this business. It doesn't matter how big or strong a man is. Every technicial wrestler...let alone the really good ones knows, you take out a big man's legs they will fall down and they will stay down. So even with those cool power moves of your's Die, how can you execute them when you don't have legs to stand on? I will see to that. Granted, I know that I am a big man to. However, I'm a big man with a brain, and I love to use it. If powermoves don't work for me, then I have other means to get the job done. I've already scouted you out Die, but how can you scout out the most versitile wrestler in GXW? You can't because I have more than one way to beat you. I will beat you."

"I see how big you are, but even when you nailed me with your chokeslam, I never once feared you. You just pissed me off. History has shown that when I'm pissed, I am unrecognizable and unpredictable. I don't fear you now. I won't fear you in our match on Onslaught. And in the end, I will put you in your place...

Face up, on your back, like all the rest."

"Don't feel bad. I didn't pick you apart for nothing. I'm good at finding people's weaknesses. You just so happen to be one of the easier one's. I am every man's weakness. I am their achillies heel. I'm their Kryptinite. You will meet a very quick end...next big phenom. Then GXW can go back to the drawing board and find someone else to take me out. Come and get me rookie. If you can. Your career will be as over as this TV moniter and the smoke coming and going from it."

"Fade to black, this promo is now over."

(HellFighter watches as the smoke from the broken television go up into the air. The smoke like vapors disapear shortly after they are lifted. The camera fades out on the disappearing smoke.)

*FADE TO BLACK*

 

[Hell_Fighter]

Anyone who speaks German can't be evil.

*Fade In...

*East Rutherford, New Jersey...

*The next afternoon...

(Cut the the inside of the penthouse suite of "HellFighter" Michael Shutt. The mess from the broken TV moniter has been since cleaned up and a new moniter is in it's place. The television is on. Watching the television from across the room is HellFighter doing pushups non stop. He appears to have been doing it for some time. Sweat is pouring off his face, but he is in control. As he is counting pushups. He is watching on the TV a morning reprise of "The Simpsons" It's the episode, the third appearance of legendary Simpsons Villian Sideshow Bob, played by Kelsey Grammer. This is the episode where Bob is in the first of many attempt to kill Bart. The scene playing on the show is when Bob is before his parole board with the lawyer cross examinining him.)

Lawyer: "Now...Side show Bob, if released, would you do harm to one...Bart Simpson?"

Side Show Bob: "Bart Simpson!? You mean the one who twice foiled my plans (Dark evil close up) and sent me to this dank, urin, soaked hell hole."

Panal: "Ah we object to the term urin soaked hell hole when you could of said pee pee soaked heck hole."

Bob: "Cheerfully withdrawn."

Lawyer: "Then if that is the case, then why is there a tattoo on your chest that says, 'DIE BART DIE'?"

Bob: "No (He opens up a shirt to expose a tattoo in read that says "DIE BART DIE") that's German for THE BART THE."

Female parole board: "Well anyone who speak German can't be evil."

Male Parole board: "Parol granted."

(Back in the hotel room. Hellfighter has stopped his pushups and has stood up. He is laughing as he walks over to the TV and turns it off. He regains his composure as he looks back at the camera.)

HellFighter: "Anyone who speaks German can't be evil. It should be anyone who speaks German shouldn't be taken seriously. Sorry Wallace, but the simpsons are right. I don't have to take you or Die seriously. Everything you said doesn't mean jack s***. Oh the many things that you can learn just from television. And to think that I thought that was just a joke on the Simpsons. I guess it really is true that 'DIE' really means 'THE'. I'm always apted to learn something new every day. I guess I'm not as ignorant as I have appeared. Sweetness dudes. It must be those signs that I used to hear so much about. Or call it a little irony. It's funny how that episode of the Simpsons just so happened to come on and it was in perfect reflection with your promo Wallace. That was Kewl. What are the odds? That is what reminded me about your promo."

(Hellfighter speaks in his best mock Homer Simpson impression.)

HellFighter: Oh Wallace, your so full of s***. Bart's a vampire, Die's a maschine, beer kills braincells. Who F***in cares?"

(Reverts back to his normal voice again.)

HellFighter: "Okay you maybe right Wallace. I'm human, and it maybe true that Die is nothing but a maschine. You could be right there. However, if Die is a maschine. He is still only man made. Which means he is imperfect. He is NOT unstoppable. He is vulnerable. He is flawed. He will not destroy me or the GXW. Now I can care less what you do to the GXW, but you will not use me as your stepping stone for superstardom...er I mean total destruction, or whatever your little Hitler like tirade was all about. Your right, the people have I have beaten and who have beaten me in the past leading up to you. They never finished the job. They never had the balls to finish what they started. What makes you and Die think that you can do what all of them have failed to do in the past? If they couldn't do it, then what makes you think that your flawed fat ass robot can succeed where all those past and gone have failed? The truth is you can't do it, and you know it. However you don't believe it...YET. At Onslaught, I will put all your words to shame. Your threats to me will be in vain. You can't do it. You won't do it. I have the BALLS like you said. I DO have the intelligence...contrary to what you believe. And I have the skills to finished what I started."

(HellFighter takes a pauses as he changes subjects from one person to another.)

HellFighter: "Hey Brock Lesner...er I mean THE...er I mean DIE. Stop mutilating innocent inantimate objects for one moment and listen to me. Surely you speak just a little bit. Surely your vocabulary enables you speak a little bit more than a couple of grunts and snarls. You gonna let Wallace have all the fun or are you gonna respond to me. I know you want to get a few things off your chest after the little mini beating that I gave you back on Onslaught two weeks ago. That steel pipe still hurt? You feeling better now? Guess what Next Big Retard. You wanna destroy me? You wanna tear me apart limb from limb? You wanna twist...maim...bend...break me? Well then do it...if you can. I dare you. I say that you don't have the balls to do it, but still I'm daring you to do it. You want me so bad. Come and get me. Hell why wait until Onslaught. Come and get me right now. Kill me right now. I'm in East Rutherford New Jersey. I'm staying at the Ramada Inn. Nice big high rise hotel. I'm in room 808. If your German ass ever gets bored and wants to start this fight early. Please feel free to meet me here and we can start this match right here right now. Bring a referee, or better yet, just bring Wallace in a referee's uniform. Come on chicken S***, Donavan said that you wanted to take me out all the way. Now here's your chance. Come and get me. Donavan said that you wanted to destroy the GXW and I am the going to be the first. Well he's your chance if your ever get impatient. Anytime you need me, I'll be ready."

"And Wallace. I'm done bowing before Gods. So what makes you think that I will ever bow before you? I bow before no man. No man controls my fate. Do you honestly think that I will bow before you or your fat, bloated, bleach blond, german friend? Never. However I will send you on a one way trip to hell...my hell, but still hell. Your next big thing will never dominate me because he will be too busy running back to Germany with his tail tucked between his legs in defeat...or worse. See the both of you on Onslaught...or hopefully sooner. Oh please choose sooner...if you have the balls."

"That's all I have to say, and you can quote me on that. All of it. Fade to black."

(The camera complies with HellFighter as the camera fades out to black.)

*FADE TO BLACK*