Stardust/Johnson/Phantom vs Tyler/Mike C/Gibson

[Mr. Mischoff]

This match is for the 6-Man Tag Titles

You guys RP here.

["Classy" Mike C]

And who should we open with for this one but Classy Mike C?

Our scene opens in an apartment (a thrilling start I'm sure you'll agree, and for the record it's much nicer than "Mark" Force's apartment; cleaner and bigger). The camera pans around to give us some idea of where we are; the walls are bare, there's a bookcase sans books and we can hear the sound of bric-a-brac, trinkets and accoutrements being placed in boxes. And then our camera pans around enough to show exactly who we're currently witnessing pack up his life...Classy Mike C.

Mike C's face is world weary, his demeanor downbeat. Something or someone is clearly forcing him to live his apartment but damned if we know who. If only he'd speak...

Mike C: Well that's it then.

As if by magic Mike C turns to the camera and sighs. He picks up a box labelled "CDs" and moves it from his sofa. In place of the box he parks himself down, leaning forward towards the lens.

Mike C: Twelve years I've been living and working in this country, the United States of America. Twelve years. I've traveled around all 50 states, fighting and entertaining and winning. I've been from the bottom to the top and between those two b**tards more times than I care to count. I've performed in carnivals, gymnasiums, arenas and stadiums...from the bright lights of Las Vegas to the undeniable cool of Portland...from Hicksville, Arkansas to Retirement City, Florida...from Aloha, Hawaii to Alone in Alaska...

This is really starting to drag on, even Mike C seems to know that and sighs.

Mike C: And now...you don't want me anymore. Apparently this British pugilist has outstayed his welcome. You see, despite paying my taxes all these years, despite entertaining the masses and making countless friends, it seems that just because I'm currently unemployed to heal up some old injuries I'm no longer eligible to live here under the terms of my visa. And what's a man to do? Sure I'm fit and healthy but I'm not just going to join any old company, I'm only interested in the best because I am the best and I deserve the best...but I'm clearly not some tax-dodging illegal here for a better life, because I'll be damned if I'm interested in cleaning apartments and let's face it...American social care is terrible...I mean, if I wanted to be fleeced for a health care that's only affordable for the rich and treated with utter disdain by the ruling elite I'd wait 6 months when I'll be able to get that in England! So I guess England is where I have to head. The cold, grey drizzle of Manchester, wrestling in front of three men and their dog in the backroom of a back street pub...Hooray...

Mike C gets up and walks slowly over to a large bay window (it's been in the background of the shot the whole time, didn't you notice?). He looks out across the New York skyline, focusing his attention on a certain lady...

Mike C: The Statue of Liberty, that symbol of all that is great about America...or was great about America, one hundred years ago. I have one parting shot for this country, one last thing I'd like to say...you've lost your way, USA. You see, I could take it when America was the most powerful nation on the planet. Sure you were annoying, and if I had a pound for every bloke I've knocked out for suggesting you won the Second World War single handedly I'd be able to move to Tahiti and live on the beach with a number of native wives. But at least you genuinely were...and I'm loathe to say this...the greatest nation on Earth. But now? Now you're swaying. Now you've got China sneaking up behind you. You've got Russia coming up on the outside, Brazil and India increasing their wealth, Japan ready to pounce. Sure half of Europe is in the toilet but you've still got France and Germany happy to stab you in the back. And America, honestly, you seem scared. Why do you think half your potential presidential candidates are right wing, hillbilly religious fanatics eager to spout hatred and prey upon your terrors? Why do you think the likes of Glenn Beck and Bill O'Reilly bring in the ratings? It's not because you're powerful, it's because you know that the American Oligarchy is coming to an end and you'd rather go down with a nutter pressing the red button than somebody intelligent to help you adapt.

Mike C steps away from the window and shakes his head. He picks up a sports bag from the floor and heads to the door, stopping only to look at the camera.

Mike C: America...your future is bleak. You've chewed me up and spat my out and you know what? You couldn't deserve all that's going to come more.

Our desolate hero goes to leave when suddenly his mobile, sorry, "cell" phone starts to ring. This seems to annoy Mike C, after all he's clearly moving out and I don't think he really wants to hang around any longer than necessary.

Mike C (speaking into the phone): Hello...yeah I'm fine, kind of busy right now I've got to get to the airp...what? Who the hell are the USPW?...United States Professional Wrestling, no I'm not interested in signi...seriously? They've signed Grilled Cheese?! Well, that does make it tempting but I don't really fancy working for some super patriotic America Jacka**es. To be honest all I want to do as far as America is concerned is try to further their misery...You know, you're right. Me, a pretty extreme anti-American being the first ever USPW World Heavyweight Champion WOULD be a pretty good way of p**sing off the right wing, hillbilly, red state audience...that would be funny too, especially if we can get Grilled Cheese to dress up as Mary Washington. You know what, I'm in!...What do you mean you already signed a contract?!...ahh, I suppose that does explain why this chap has been filming me the whole time (Mike C turns and looks back at our camera, which seems to nod at him)...ok, fine, I'll check it out and see you at the arena on Friday. Looking forward to it.

Mike C hangs up the phone and smirks. He walks over to the couch and parks himself down, looking incredibly pleased with him.

Mike C: So America...YOU-ESS-PEE-DUBYA...change of plan. I stand by the sentiments...I stand by my beliefs...but where before my aim was to entertain you, now it is to make your lives miserable. Give me two seconds first, I believe they're about to announce my debut live on the radio.

For some reason Mike C's radio hadn't been packed away and is sat on the coffee table in front of him. He fiddles with the nobs and suddenly we hear a familiar voice..."RECORDED LIIIVE"...Frankie Image is on the air and we hear him announce the 6-Man Tag Team Title main event...Stardust, AJ Johnson and Phantom vs. Chris Gibson, Trevor Tyler and Classy Mike C. Mike C smiles and turns off the radio, returning his attention to the USPW viewing public.

Mike C: So event number one...USPW "Freedom"...and I not only get the chance to win some gold but I also, and I'm assuming this was intended but not mentioned, get to captain my team of inferior wrestlers against three familiar faces. I know a little about Chris Gibson...you're a cocky piece of work, and I like that. But I just hope you can remember your place. You've got a great opportunity, not just to win some gold but to say you co-held a title with Classy Mike C, and if you remember that then I'm sure we'll be fine. Trevor Tyler I don't know anything about and, to be honest, I'm glad. Anyone called Trevor is likely to be very underwhelming. But Trev, and I'm guessing I can call you Trev right? Trev...you might think that impressing the fans is important but it's not, so I don't want to see you come down to the ring slapping hands and posing for photos. When you come down to the ring on Friday to take your place as a member of "Team Mike C" then I want steely determination and a ruthless attitude. I promise you gold if you can do that for me. And to show I'm not a complete a**hole, to show that I'm not completely against all Americans, I guess I have a little gift for you guys...

Mike C gets up and walks over to a box marked "merch". He opens it and roots around, tossing aside a foam finger with "Classy 1" written on it and some pretty inaccurate GWA action figures. Then he pulls out two t-shirts reading "Classy Mike C...Pride of Manchester".

Mike C: Boys I'll get these mailed over to you, free of charge. Make sure you wear them for the match on Friday. Now, as for the opponents...Let's talk first about Phantom. I remember old Phantom from RCW, and I remember why he's called Phantom. Is it his ghost-like appearance? His ability to move around swiftly, undetected by his opponent? Is it his slightly scary, gothic demeanour? No, no and hell no! It's because when Phantom comes into the arena the crowd just dies! And when Phantom appears on TV the ratings go six feet under! Phantom kills wrestling dead, and it's good to know that the USPW are bringing in someone else who will annoy the audience at home as much as I plan to. But all that aside I've got to say Phantom is still probably the strongest member of our opponents who I believe are called, and again I'm guessing this was intended but not announced when the card was read out earlier, "The Disappointments". Because you see, one of the other members of The Disappointments is this man...

Mike C picks up one of the GWA action figures he discarded earlier...it's Stardust (although the figure looks more like Lady Di).

Mike C: Old Stardust...if you look in any relatively new thesaurus you'll see that the word "stardust" no longer has synonyms like "magic" and "spells" but instead it now has synonyms like "average" and "generic". You see Stardust, I remember you from GWA and you never quite did it did you? You never quite made the jump up to the top rung of the ladder. You had talent, that was never questioned, but did you ever really have the hunger? Well, it looks like USPW are giving you the chance to prove me wrong. Do I think you'll manage it? I think it's about as likely as finding a cultured, well-balanced wordly person in America that doesn't live on either coast. Now my final opponent is my favourite...AJ Johnson...

For some reason Mike C slaps the floor three times.

Mike C: Sorry about that, but you see I'm so used to hearing the canvas get slapped three times whenever I face AJ Johnson that his name kind of brings out a nervous tick in me. What is it now AJ? 4-0 in our matches? I've beaten you for titles, I've beaten you for fun, I've beaten you in cages and hardcore battles, with other men in the ring and without. I don't think there's much more for me to say other than that I've proved, time and time again, just how superior I am to you. This Friday AJ, you and the rest of The Disappointments will act as a metaphor to the rest of this God awful country. You will lie in that ring, defeated and dejected, and act as a metaphor for the state of this nation. The rest of the World is rising up, we're sick of your c**p America and I plan to act as the figurehead for this movement. We're not tyrants, we're not psychos, we just don't like you...

Mike C smirks once again and leans into the camera. He stares directly into it to the point that it starts getting rather disconcerting. Then, after a few moments, we cut to black.

[Stardust]

"Well looks as if I got a new home. Yea I kinda dropped off the face of GWA. Personal issues. The usual. Now, I was sitting at home and my agent slash lawyer was out looking for a place for good ole Stardust. Got me a pretty nice gig at USPW. Pretty sweet if you ask me."

{We are than treated to a montage of Stardust hitting the gym working out. You know in the style of the Rocky Movies complete with Eye of the Tiger playing in the background. After awhile it stops and we see Stardust taking it easy.

Stardust:So where to begin? I guess I need not go into details. I got a call, signed the papers and here I am. Got a match already. Pretty interesting. Got a good team, probably will do some good.

[He takes a slight pause, and than smiles.]

Stardsut:I am no stranger to team play. Ran with a few stables, been part of a few tag teams. I'm just used to being on my own. Always have and always will be. But I will work with the team do attain victory!

{He does a cheap pose. Than speaks some more.]

Stardust: So what is store me while I am here? There is a certain buzz on the internet that I no longer have the hunger, you know that drive to attain some gold. World Title or bust if you will. Yes, I hear the chatter. I should hang it up, walk away. In GWA that was the plan, come back, wrestle for awhile and than have one last match and retire. Personal problem arose and I left. So here I am in USPW and this is gonna be the final call for me. I intend to retire here, will I have any gold? (he shrugs his shoulders.)Hard to say when you know you got talented guys and I know my limits. I know what I can and can not do anymore. So we shall see what is ahead of me. But for now, I want to focus on this match and help my team win.

(A win here in this match and he will get his title. It's gonna be tough, you got a team, you got guys that you know and that question of trust rises up. What will happen? Will his team win? Will he win that title? Tune in Same Dust Time. Same Dust Channel.]

[Phantom]

The scene opens with Phantom sitting in a room by himself.

*I was at the very top of the industry. I was world champion. I had everything given to me. Everything and anything…*

Phantom sat in the room alone with a single spot light over him. No words were spoken and silence hung in the air.

*Yet while I had everything, I had nothing. Nothing that had any importance to me…all of the perks I was given in GWA mattered absolutely nothing to me. The money, the big stage venues, the high quality of opponents and the high stakes matches. It mattered nothing to me.*

Phantom had his head hung low. His silver white hair stood out like a beacon in the darkness. His hands were clasped within each other’s grasps.

*The headlines were plastered everywhere after my GWA departure. Headlines like: Former Champion Goes Ballistic; Phantom Has Done It Now, GWA IN CHAOS. They all spoke of my rampage that I started at the final show of my GWA career. I started off the night by getting into a verbal argument with the Falcones. That led me to lose it and go run down Royal Powerhouse with my Tesla Model S in the parking garage. The Falcones made a point of firing me right there on the spot after that little incident of mine. But I couldn’t let them get the final laugh so at the end of the show I attack all of them from behind. To top it off I set there limo on fire. Boston was one hell of a night.*

Phantom’s hands clenched tighter as fury filled his arms.

*I was ranting and raving after the show. After everything had happened as I became more lucid and clearer headed I realized what I had done. That I was out of control but even then I was still not fully aware of what I had done. The headlines said it all. I had gone off the deep end and I could never continue my career like I had been. I was losing control over my actions. Being fired was the best thing that had ever happened to me.*

Phantom looked up with a stern cold look towards the camera.

Phantom- It had been weeks since anyone from the wrestling industry tried to contact me. I had been black listed by everyone. No one would even take a chance of even starting negotiations with me. I began to seek out help for what many called my schizophrenia. While I am not going to go into the details here I will say this I have made significant progress.

Phantom took a deep breath.

Phantom- Like I was saying though, I had been black listed after my actions against the Falcones. That was until John Cooper gave me a call and asked me what I was doing for work. I said nothing and he asked if I was willing to sign on with the new federation that he was starting up with a business partner of his. I gave it some thought and agreed to the conditions that would be laid out in my contract. I became one of the founding members of United States Pro Wrestling federation. After that phone call my life began to take a turn for the better and from that moment forward I vowed to be a better man. I would no longer turn my back on the fans.

A smile crept over Phantom’s face.

Phantom- I am a former RCW Cruiserweight champion, a former RCW North American champion, a two time RCW World champion and a GWA World champion. Never once have I ever teamed with another wrestler in a match despite numerous requests from respectable names. So when it became announced that I would compete in not only my first ever tag team match but I would be competing for the 6-man tag championship I was intrigued. First ever tag team match and it is already a title match. My luck can be absolutely amazing sometimes, can’t it?

Phantom let out a laugh.

Phantom- But when I heard who my opponents were…the rage which I have been working so hard to control flared up. The first name I heard was Chris Gibson, the man who talks more crap than probably anyone on the roster. And the ego of that pathetic wrestler was enhanced so greatly when he claimed the GWA World title after I had done the work for him. Chris Gibson, world champion, lasted all of three minutes before he got taken out and last the title. How are you able to be considered a world champion when you can even hold onto the title for five minutes? Or Classy Mike C who no doubt has turned into a drunk after bombing out of RCW in absolute failure. I hear he has begun ranting and raving about the United States. If my memory serves me correctly I have already bested him once in the ring, so he can go around claiming that ratings drop when I am in the ring or that the audience is dead. I want to see a match like the one that I had with Jason Tombs for the RCW World title. The match where I nearly killed myself and Tombs in the process, yes ratings drop when I am television. Mike C is the name of pathetic washed up wrestler who could not compete with actual talent and left because of it.

Phantom took a deep breath after his rant.

Phantom- Trevor Tyler, you could be the nicest guy on the roster or one of the best rookies I have gotten in the ring with in a very long time but the fact is this. I do not have a problem with you, but you are standing across the ring from me and therefore in my way. You will be beaten just like all those before you.

Phantom lowered his head again.

Phantom- I will win even if I have to carry my tag team partners along with me. I am not worried about Stardust but rather AJ Johnson. It does not matter though. I will walk out a champion this week one way or another.

Phantom shook his head.

*I still cannot get out of my old habits. I must be better than that. I must make myself better.*

The scene fades to black.

["Classy" Mike C]

We found a friend, friend, friend in Funky Phantom...

That classic American scene...the travelling carnival. That's where we open. However this isn't any ordinary fairground. It looks like someone has gone wild, destroyed the place, with a baseball bat or a sledgehammer and some molotov cocktails. In the background we can hear someone whistling the theme music from cult 1970s Hanna Barbera classic "The Funky Phantom". We see a pair of brown Doc Martens boots walking along...gosh, isn't this atmospheric?

The camera follows the boots for a few moments, the same tune being whistled over and over and over again. Then, the camera pans up. It seems that the boots have been walking towards the haunted house...and then the camera pans around...who else but Classy Mike C?

Mike C: Hello again USPW, missed me much? Well, ahead of Friday's big card I'm going to confront something that a lot of people are scared of. You know what I mean, I know what I mean...Stardust...oh wait, sorry I'm incorrect. Nobody, and I mean nobody, is scared of Stardust, especially after his generic attempts to justify his career and indeed his insistence. No, what I'm here to address is that most scary, mystifying presence..."phantoms".

Mike C steps into a cart and the ride jolts into motion. Our camera cuts and picks back up in what has to be one of the lamest haunted houses you ever did see.

Mike C: You see ladies and gentlemen, the undead are not scary. Look at this...

An awful "ghost" bursts out of the wall with a terrible sound effect..."wooooooo"

Mike C: See? Nothing. But ladies and gentlemen of America, you have been told that you should fear these presences...hell, you've been taught that you should respect them!

Something that resembles a troll doll, with a big mop of white hair, pops out of the wall. Then, with a groan, a large man dressed as Frankestein's monster covers the tracks. Before we know it the cart is back out in the daylight. Rubbish, huh?

Mike C steps from the cart and sighs. He walks away and sits on a bench across from the ride.

Mike C: If there's one thing you should all know America, it's that just because something seems impressive and meaningful it's not something you should fear. You may have worked out by now that the "Haunted House" I just visited was a metaphor...for Phantom.

Mike C, the joker, feigns shock.

Mike C: I know, mind boggling. But viewers I'm sure you're aware that our good friend Phantom had a few, shall we say, "choice" words to say about my team mates and I. Now I honestly couldn't care less that Trevor Tyler is a lovely fella, or that Chris Gibson beat you like a b***h to win the GWA World Title...a title I must add that I never actually lost...but I'd like to set the record straight on a few things...

Frankenstein's monster approaches...I know, I didn't think I'd ever say that either...but he does, and he stands over Mike C.

Frankenstein: Yo Mike, you need me to shut down the house now?

Mike C: Yeah, thanks Frank...(looks into the camera) and coincidentally that is his real name.

Frankenstein: Yeah whatever Mike, when do I get your money?

Mike C: You know I'm good for it Frank, once the camera stop rolling I'll pay up.

Frankenstein's monster looks a bit annoyed but gets up and walks away...again, never thought I'd say that.

Mike C: So where were we? Ah yes, Phantom...now Phanny...do you mind me calling you "Phanny"? No? Good. Phanny, your ongoing, shall we say"issues", seem to be playing with your memory a bit. You seem to remember an underwhelming Mike C who didn't achieve his full potential in that cesspit known as RCW. Well Phanny, you couldn't be more wrong. Did I ever win the RCW World Title? Well, no...but I didn't ever get the chance. And why didn't I get the chance? Well, I'm going out on a limb here, but I would wager that it's because I'M NOT AMERICAN! I don't fit in with the all pervading view of the American wrestling elite that this should be a wholesome, all-yankee sport. But that is neither here nor there and soon...and you can quote me on this...soon I will have a nice, American World title to call my own. But you also seem to think you once beat me...well Phanny, you're wrong again. I lost once in that god forsaken company and it was to the salubrious owner of a rival company to the USPW...I don't remember his name but he had the initials JJ...hmm...

Mike C looks away awkwardly. We all know who he means.

Mike C: But I don't want to talk about that...it will only get my anger "JUICES" flowing...but Phanny you have never beaten me and I don't intend to let you this Friday. You see you have never been in a tag team match, you don't understand the nuances of tag team wrestling. Me? I was one half of the greatest tag team in EUWC history, The Dream Team. I've won gold with the greats...Will Jericho, Chester...hell I even held the RCW Tag Titles with Alyx Little, and I hated that sod! But it shows Phanny, it shows that even though I don't get along with someone I can co-exist with them. And this Friday that's what I'll do. As far as I'm aware Chris Gibson is an arrogant numpty with eyes only for him, and Trevor Tyler...well, I don't know anything about Trev apart from the fact that the name "Trevor" sucks...but Phanny, we will all work together. So while you have Stardust fading into the background, the crowd not realising he's actually there because he's so dull...and you have AJ Johnson being the deluded piece of s**t that he always was...I'll be the guy across the ring, marshalling Team Mike C to victory whether they like it or not.

Mike C stands up from the bench and walks towards the camera. The camera pans to follow him as he heads out of the fairground and towards a car.

Mike C: Phanny, you should look around here. The destruction is no coincidence...in fact, you were probably the guy who burnt this place to the ground given your history...but Phanny, I warn you now...you can talk all the trash you want and you can play the "I fought Jason Tombs in RCW and it was awesome but still I can't draw any heat" card all you want...but on Friday I will show you that far from being a washed up has-been, I am the future of this company, I am the future of this industry...and I am the man who will show America the way forward. Now, if you'll excuse me...

Frankenstein (off screen): Hey!

Mike C: Gotta go!

Mike C jumps into his car and speeds away...clearly he's played the old "hire-a-funfair-and-Frankenstein's-Monster-impersonator-then-run-away-without-paying-trick"! Classic! Frankenstein's monster is left panting in the parking lot as we cut to a black screen...

[AJ Johnson]

*Scene opens to the lockeroom area of the arena for tonights Friday Night Freedom. We are put inside of AJ Johnsons lockeroom as we see him sitting on a wooden bench with his face cupped in his hands. He finally raises his head and stands as we are able to see that he is wearing a pair of blue jean pants, a white USPW Tank Top and a pair of white Nike Shoes. He looks directly into the camera and begins speaking.*

AJ:Ahh tonight is going to be bitter sweet....

*AJ takes a moment before speaking again.*

AJ:You see tonight is the dawning of a new era. GWA is gone.Finished.DEAD! And tonight is the birth of something new and revoloutinary. Tonight is the birth of the USPW!

*AJ then begins to smile.*

AJ:And what a better way to have a first show then to have AJ Johnson in the main event..And I have a chance to win yet another title to add to my already impressive resume. But that is not the reason why I am here tonight. The reason that I am talking to all of you know is discuss my opponents for tonights card.

*AJ begins pacing around his lockeroom as he continues to talk.*

AJ:I am going to be part of a six-man tag-team title match this evening in the main event. AJ Johnson is not and will never be a tag-team competitor but when it comes to winning championships, I can handle it. And I have to be the first to put a hand together for the owners and matchmakers of the USPW for coming up with this. They were able to create the most dysfunctional team that pro wrestling has ever seen to go against one another.

*AJ begins Laughing to himself.*

AJ:On my team you have Myself, Phantom, and Stardust. Let's start off with myself, well what can I say? HaHa. I am the best professional wrestler in the world today,point blank period. I am going to be the one to carry this team on my back and allow us to win..Now let's go to Stardust, Okay this guy is one pathetic piece of shit. He has been in wrestling for how long now, and is yet to do or accompolish anything worth mentioning. He is and always will be a piece of trash.

*AJ pick up a cigarette lighter and a picture of Stardust. He lights the picture on fire as he then throws it into a nearby trash can.*

AJ:Next is Phantom,I don't know much about this man. When I joined back into the GWA right before it closed, Phantom was the top dog. But that is not saying much based on the fact that there were none of the top dogs from the old GWA at the time. So that is basically just saying that you were the champion of the little leagues. Now your in the big leagues, step your game up kid.

*AJ then burns a picture of Phantom just as he did with Stardusts Picture.*

AJ:And then we move on to my competition. The team of Tyler?, Mike C, and Chris Gibson..I don't know much about this Tyler guy, so I will start with Chris Gibson. This man is like a brother to me. My t.U.e teammate is a very accompolished wrestler who has accompolished a lot in this business. But just like you said, when it comes to titles,especially a world title, our friendship is temporarily over. I hope your ready for the hell that I am going to put you through!..Goodluck buddy your going to need it.

*Once again AJ burns Gibsons Picture as well as Tylers Picture then drops them in the trashcan. AJ then heads over and sits down on the wooden bench as he begins to smile as he pulls out a picture of Mike C and continues to speak.*

AJ:And finally my old friend Mike C..Oh the battles that we have been through. I have been around and heard all of the shit that you have been talking Mike, and I have to say that I am not impressed. I will admit, you have gotten the best of me more times than I would prefer. But that was a long time ago and I have grown as a competitor. All of that will change this Friday. You will meet the new AJ you little British Bitch. I will give you credit though, you seem to be the only one on your team that has seemed to show up. HaHa, Team AJ will beat the shit out of your pathetic excuse for Team Mike C. In this match,you are the main person I will focus on defeating, and then we will begin to see who is the superior wrestler.

*AJ then sets Mike Cs Picture on fire and drops it into the can. As he gets up and walks off he suddenly comes back and holds up one finger to the camera as he continues to speak.*

AJ:I almost forgot one person. As I was looking through the USPW Roster the other day, I came across an old "friend". Troy "The Baller" Franklin. If history serves me well Troy, I am one of few people that holds a victory over you. And I plan on doing it again. I have not forgotten our little match Troy. Wrestlecade is in about a month, and we are to going to tear the place apart. Who knows, maybe I will be the first ever USPW World Champion and then the stakes would be raised even higher. But this is all if you still accept the challenge of course.

*AJ begins to laugh to himself.*

AJ:And don't bother doing that sneak attack shit to answer my challenge like last time. I will be ready for it. The ball is in your court Troy, what are you going to do? But before I hand you the ass-whoopin that you deserve, Mike C is going to be the first on the list. This time around Mike, I hope you have your seat-belt fastened, because it's going to be a hell of a ride!

*AJ then walks out of camera view as the scene fades to black.*



END..

[Phantom]

The scene opens with Phantom standing on a balcony overlooking the nation’s capital. The wind softly met his face and the air smelled of spring. It felt amazing to him; he remembered being in New England about a year ago when they were buried under several feet of snow that he didn’t believe would disappear until June. He ran his hand through his silver white hair and took a deep breath before turning back around to face the camera.

Phantom- Congratulations Mikey. Do you mind I call you that? I don’t care. I am going to explain some things to you and set several facts straight which YOUR shitty memory can’t handle. The first is yes, I do have a gothic air about me. Not because it is a persona but because I have always been fascinated with the period of the Enlightenment and the resulting cultural style. The meeting of the classic higher than thou European mindset and the old barbaric type mindset has been heralded as a great moment in history. A haunted house cannot even compare to what gothic actually means. I got my name by the way because of my hair color. Not because I was modeled after a ghost.

Phantom lets out a little chuckle.

Phantom- You make fun of my issues. Go ahead. I could care less. A couple months ago I would fly off the handle and tell you I am going to be the hell out of you. I am better than that now. What I am going to do is go out there and out wrestle you and remind the fans of this sport why I belong on the very top of the industry. I will show them why I was feared by most of my colleagues and how the matches that I put on were always some of the best matches on television at the time.

Phantom sits down in a chair that was placed within his hotel room.

Phantom- Now Mikey, I have to set you straight on some of the facts that you have claimed to espouse. The first one being that Chris Gibson beat me in the ring. He couldn’t beat me with one of my hands tied behind my back. I have proven this once before and I will prove it again. When he claimed the GWA it was off of a beaten and bloody Dravaka Drimstone who just barely beat me himself. Besides as far as I know he is not even bothering to show up to the event with any conviction. So while yes, I have Stardust, the generic superstar that would stand behind me has been shown training and getting ready for the event unlike your entire team.

Phantom once again let out a little chuckle.

Phantom- By the way I am sorry I couldn’t make a visit to a haunted house. I have been too busy training for our match, to prove the fans that I am still as good as I was. So have fun, by the way I heard Frank is going to be at the show to talk with you about some kind of money that is owed to him. But that is once again beside the point. Now you claim that while in RCW you were denied a chance to compete for the world title because you were not an American and that I have never beaten you in the ring. Apparently I hit you harder than I thought because guess what…

The camera zooms in close to Phantom’s face.

Phantom- You did compete for the RCW world title. It was at Ultimate Jeopardy. I put you through a table while defending MY RCW world title at the time. You looked so nice lying in the broken bits of table while I walked away with one more win on my record.

Phantom gets up to walk back over to the balcony before turning around to the camera one more time.

Phantom- Oh yeah about your comments about being discriminated for not being American. I have never seen you being discriminated. Just getting beat down by men that I went on to beat. So you take your petty comments with you back to England and have a little tea. If you don’t like it here than leave, that is the beauty of America. Otherwise I am going to show you what the new Phantom can bring to the ring in USPW.

The scene fades to black.

[Trevor Tyler]

I was fast asleep as my cell phone rang. I did not want to even pick it up. I was depressed. My wrestling career was going to be over. I has just returned back home to Bennettsville 3 days ago after being screwed by All Pro Wrestling and being fired. They said my career was now going to be dead. I didn't do shit! They never liked me! The phone continued ringing and I picked it up.

(Trevor Tyler): Who the hell is it?!

(John Cooper): Well, what a nice way to answer the phone! Mr. Tyler, I am John Cooper, United States Pro Wrestling General Manager. I just called to make you an offer.

I sat straight up. "Another chance?" I thought to myself.

(Trevor Tyler): Oh, yeah? And why are you calling me?

(John Cooper): I heard about what happened at All Pro Wrestling and wanted to offer you a contract. So, what do you say?

I smiled. This was my opportunity to prove to everybody who said I couldn't make it that I would.

(Trevor Tyler): Okay, I'll have my agent look at the contract before I sign anything.

Cooper began laughing. I laughed as well.

(John Cooper): Welcome aboard! We'll see you in a few days!

(Trevor Tyler): Good bye, Mr. Cooper.

I closed the phone, not allowing Cooper to bid me good bye. I got out of bed and walked out into the hallway. My condo was empty. I had no family left. My mother died giving birth to me. My older brother died of cancer when I was 12 and my father died when I was 19. I quit going to school when he died. I was only a freshman at Clemson University. I remember the final words my dad said to me. The words were "Do what you love". What O loved? That was easy. I loved wrestling and my father knew what he was talking about. I remembered how I started in pro wrestling. Being from South Carolina, I knew I had to find a local promotion to make my name. I tried out for Southern States Wrestling and I got a contract. I became a one time Young Guns TV Champion and a two time Junior Heavyweight Champion. I was on the way to becoming a World Champion when I lost my cool and was "future endeavored". The same thing happened in All Pro Wrestling, but that was not my fault. I would've admitted that. Now, USPW would be getting Trevor O'Brien, or as most people know me by my ring name, Trevor Tyler.

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(March 16th, 2012)
(The Arena)

I drove my Black 2012 Mustang in to the arena parking lot. I opened the car door and exited out. I then walked over to my the trunk and opened it. The trunk revealed my green and black gym bag and a dead body I was hiding. Just kidding. Then, as I closed the trunk, I heard my name being called out.

(Woman): Mr. Tyler! Trevor Tyler! Sir!

I turned around to see who it was. A beautiful woman, brunette, somewhere in her 20s came walking up to me. I smiled as she did.

(Woman): Trevor Tyler, is that you, sir?

(Trevor): Yes, I am Trevor Tyler. And you are?

(Alyssa): My name is Alyssa. I am an interviewer for USPW. I've been given the assignment to interview you for your first match here in USPW. So, may  I interview you?

(Trevor Tyler): Sure, go ahead and ask me anything.

(Alyssa): How do you feel about being in a 6-man tag team match?

(Trevor): Well, I am very used to being a singles wrestler. I have won 10 singles titles, 2 of them being world titles. I don't know how I'll do as a tag wrestler, but I'm looking forward to it.

I moved the gym bag around my shoulder a little as she continued reading from the card she had written her questions in.

(Alyssa): How do you feel about you teammates? Chris Gibson and "Classy" Mike C?

(Trevor): What do I think about Chris Gibson and Mike C? Hmm, that's a hard one. I'll start with Chris Gibson. I am very glad to have Gibson on my side. I've seen many of his matches. He is a former world champion and I think he is very talented, so I look forward to working with him. As for Mike C, I know him, too. Mike C is another great, great talent and I look forward to working with him as well.

(Alyssa): What about your opponents?

I smiled as I saw Alyssa eagerly await my answer.

(Trevor): Well, I'm going to make this real quick. Every one of my opponents, Stardust, Phantom, and AJ Johnson, they are respected talents. But, they don't know what I'm capable of because they've never seen me wrestle. So, I have the element of the surprise and I plan on using it.

I then smiled at her again, then walked away before she could ask me anymore questions. I did not turn back to see her face, but I imagined she had a confused look on her face. I walked inside the arena and smelled the air. I had arrived to the big stage.