Shawn Starr v Mike Wolfe v Mark Turner v Stardust

[Mr. Mischoff]

The winner moves to the US Title Ladder Match

You 4 RP here.

[shawnstarr]

Another perfect day or is it? .......................


Very few things in life are absolutely essential and necessary. In fact if we would look deeply at our possessions we would realize that most of the things we have are nothing more than frivolous and material goods. These objects of our longing are mere tinker toys when it comes to what is really important. After all…I will be able to exist and cope just fine without my Stereo, or my laptop computer, even nine tenths of my wardrobe I could be okay without. But there are a few things we need.

Food is one.


Love is one.


Feeling good about yourself as one.


But perhaps the most underrated would be the one I neglect the most…sleep.


That's why I groaned loudly as I threw the covers off of my naked body. I couldn't sleep any longer, because the sun was peeking in through the curtains in my bedroom as if it was my signal to wake up and begin the day. Sitting up in my bed I sleepily rubbed my eyes as I looked around the room. My vision slowly adjusted as I searched for the time. My alarm clock was nowhere to be seen…until I spotted it in the corner smashed into pieces.


Then I recalled the events of the other morning. A beautiful dream of something I had desired with all of my heart, only to yet again be crushed. I hated awakening to cruel reality but I had done exactly that. That was my justified reason for crushing my alarm clock. Perhaps I should learn to harness my temper or perhaps I should pray for a slumber so deep that my dreams never surface to memory.


Yawning widely I rolled out of bed. Snatching up a pair of black boxers from the floor I staggered slowly towards the nearby bathroom. My walk was hardly that of a normal man for I was still half-asleep. But then again what was to be expected? After all it's not as if I could sleep like everyone else. While everyone else snored away peacefully and dreamed of all things bright and beautiful I battled my sleep to keep the dreams from taking hold of me in my defenseless state of unconsciousness.


It's odd…my dreams were never bad. In fact they were always quite beautiful. They painted a world of such grace and perfection that I did not want to return to consciousness. Awakening from happiness to hell is really a blatant slap in the face from all that is wrong with the world.

Would I ever find happiness? Perhaps not but I would find a shower quite refreshing and invigorating. Dropping my boxers on the floor I turned on the hot water in the shower stepping in as soon as the water warmed up.


I neglected the cold as I felt the searing spray of hot water shoot over my chest and drip down my body. The warm water worked at my muscles soothing and relaxing them. It's amazing how tight my muscles can be sometimes. Then again that's what stress and throwing around two hundred to three hundred-pound men for a living can do to you.

I jumped slightly letting out a gasp as the water felt as if it was boiling when it hit my face, drenching my shaggy black hair. I forced my eyelids over my bluish gray pupils protecting them from the water as I blindly searched for and found the knob for cold. I turned the cold on ever so slightly as I let the water temperature even out a bit.


Turning away from the warm blast I let it soak my back as I procured a bar of Old Spice Sport soap lathering my hands with it before washing my torso. My hands kept going as I washed the entire front portion of my body from face to feet. Turning around I rinsed it all off and begin the process anew only this time my back was the target.


Repeating the process I felt so fresh and so clean and I was beginning to finally awaken from my state of sleepiness. I yawned a final time as I turned around and let the water rinse off my back. Grabbing the shampoo I squeezed a healthy portion of it into my right hand before replacing the bottle. Running my fingers through my shaggy locks I washed my messy hair scrubbing it madly.


Finished with that I bowed my head letting the water rush through my hair and remove the remainder of the shampoo. The water felt so relaxing as it rushed over my body running down my neck and back. I sighed at the feeling of this. So calming, so perfectly relaxing, so restful.


Finally I turned both knobs off, the cold first and then the hot. Throwing the shower curtain open I stepped out onto the white tile on my bathroom floor. Snatching up a fluffy white towel I rubbed it over my head drying my hair before repeating the process across my upper and lower body both front and back. Dropping the towel onto the floor I snared the black pair of boxers I had brought into the bathroom with me and I stepped into them.


Turning away from the shower and foggy mirror I walked out of the open bathroom door and into my bedroom. Opening the closet I reached in searching for a shirt and a pair of pants. Grabbing a white ‘U.S.A.’ shirt that I had torn the sleeves off of I threw it onto the bed. Reaching further back into the closet I jerked a pair of jeans from their hanger and tossed them onto my unkempt bed as well.


Closing the closet door I turned to face my bed as I pulled the shirt over my head and shoved my arms through the opening. I couldn't help but smile as I noticed the white shirt I was wearing was for the greatest stable in USPW, I just smiled even more.


Reaching onto the bed I scooped up the tattered and torn jeans. They had a massive hole in each knee and a few small holes in the upper section of the right leg. Grabbing a black leather belt with a silver U.S.A. belt buckle from the headboard of my bed, I whipped it through the loops on my jeans.


Dropping onto the bed comfortably I reached below my place of rest and pulled out a pair of red Converse sneakers. Inside of each shoe I found a gray and black striped ankle sock. Pulling the socks on I repeated the process with the shoes. I then tied the white laces…first the right and then the left.


Turning towards the nightstand that used to house my alarm clock I opened the drawer, reaching inside I had to choose a necklace from my one of many. Finally I settled on a leather cord from which a handcuff key hung. Pulling it over my head I let it drop around my neck.


I closed the drawer of the nightstand and snatched my black leather wallet from the top of it as I turned back towards the bathroom. I stepped back in and was pleased to discover that the mirror was no longer fogged. Making my way to the vanity I looked into the mirror. I could go another day or two without shaving I decided as I ran my right hand across my face feeling the slight growth of facial hair.


Reaching up a little higher with that hand I roughly scattered my hair about to give it a messier shape than it held. It shot every direction in a shaggy mess…the kind of mess my mother would hate if she ever saw it. I quickly dismissed any thoughts involving my parents as I grabbed a bottle of cologne and sprayed a small portion on my neck. Setting the bottle back down I gazed into the mirror. My bluish gray eyes stared back at me a pained look inside.


My eyes bore a haunted look, the look of a man who was being internally tortured by his own demons…or perhaps by himself. Leaning forward to gaze deeper into my reflection I let out a gentle sigh.


Its odd how many people respect me for my talent…for my ability, yet no one truly loves me. No one…not even myself, well perhaps maybe I do. Perhaps if they would care to look a little deeper into my core they would discover things that they would never suspect are there.


Things like compassion, love, and even tenderness. But they would never comprehend those things. Society was formed of nothing more than mutants. My term for those that mutate themselves to conform to society instead of pursuing their freedom of individuality and following the path I chose.


I was once much like them…trying to force myself to be something I was not simply for their satisfaction. I only wanted to gain their approval, but in the midst of doing that I alienated myself. I became a stranger to even my own introspection.


Perhaps society would accept a cancer such as I one day but until then I wasn't worried about it. I would not conform to society…even if it meant I was forced to no longer be a part of it. Was I an anti-social punk? Of course…and proud of it. Only I would much prefer the term anti-conformist punk.


Snapping out of my deep thoughts I blinked softly and kept my eyes closed for a few brief seconds before reopening them. Maybe what I really needed was just to achieve my dreams and shut out my fellow members of society.


Or maybe I just needed to be loved…narcissistic, as it may be the only way I could begin to be loved is if I loved myself. Forcing a smile to dance across my lips I had a thought of optimism. Speaking aloud I said a simple yet important seven-word sentence. 'Maybe, I'll try this optimism crap today… The words weren't eloquent or beautiful but they may have been a cornerstone at the turning point of my life.


As I did a complete one-eighty and walked away from the mirror I stepped back into my bedroom. Walking to the window I threw the curtains apart and quickly pulled the window open. Shoving my head out of the window I soaked in the sounds of the city of Calgary. Birds were chirping and they seemed to drown out all of the background noise.

The sounds of traffic and crime ceased to exist as my eyes traveled heavenward to the wide Canadian sky above me. Whistles blowing off in the distance from the Stampeders training camp, I guess it all depends on what eyes your looking at the world with but today was beautiful, so beautiful I was forced to comment on it.


'It's another perfect day.' I said softly as the birds sang in response.

Everything was just hinged on the way you look at it and as I looked about optimistically with my bluish gray eyes, everything seemed to be changing. Things seemed to grow a little brighter, a little better and suddenly…a lot more beautiful. Even as much as it pained me to make this admission…it really was another perfect day.


But then I repeated words to myself that I had spoken earlier that morning…


‘I will be able to exist and cope just fine without my Stereo, or my laptop computer, even nine tenths of my wardrobe I could be okay without. But there are a few things we need. ‘


‘Food is one.’


‘Love is one.‘


‘Feeling good about yourself is one.’


‘But perhaps the most underrated would be the one I neglect the most…sleep.’


I then told myself I forgot a very important object, and that was the USPW United States Title, that’s when I realized that on the 6th of April I began my quest for this highly important need. I then spoke to myself in the mirror before I began my day.


‘Shawn, April 6th is when you begin your quest and make a huge example out of all of the other 7 wrestlers facing you at Freedom, it’s your night. Turner, Wolfe, & Stardust will all fall at my feet! Not one of these sons a bitches will prevent me from making it into the finals. Into the Ladder Match. A match where I'll climb rung by rung and pull down that title!! All I can say is all 3 of them best enter the Ameri-Dome in Washington, DC at 100%, but does it matter? At 100% they'll all be losing anyway. The USPW United States Title can’t eluded you for to long because after you win this ladder match you can go onto win the USPW World Championship! Be warned ya'll, Shawn Starr will shine bright this Friday!

Fade to Black

[Stardust]

"He's to old!"

"Retire already!"

"Take your ball and go home again and this time stay there!"

"This are a few things, heard on the radio. Sad thing? They, like some of the wrestlers are right. I should retire. I should just come out and do it."

{We open to Stardust doing what somebody on the road to retirement usually does. He is hanging out in the room of Champions. The room where he has his high marks, the many titles he has won, any awards he has attained. One he wishes to attain but knows in his heart of hearts he won't get. Hall of Famer.}

He may have won many TV Tiltes in his career, many hardcore titles, tag titles, World Championsip or Heavyweight Championship. Those have been career things, not a fed thing. Here he is a six man tag champ, losing out last week. Is his heart of hearts still in this? Can he still go that mile?}

"I had it always planned out. I would go out on my terms. I had the match planned, but the guy? He's retired already. But am I worthy for a last match? Or should I fade to black and retire in peace? Nobody would care, nobody would even bat an eye. I could walk announce after this match, after this show and nobody would care."

{In his mind, he has done great things, but here? There are some who don't care, some who simply do not respect this guy. In their eyes, he has done nothing, he has attain nothing, he is worth nothing, a man. Who is just out there to wrestle a washed up old man who simply can not and will not walk away.

"The winner goes on, the losers are left with nothing. I had said I have no inerest in getting any gold and I stay true to those words. I am here simply to wrestle, to get that last thrill and wait for that spark to snuff and out tell me it's time ot hang it up and hang it up for good."

{This time it is for reals. He will continue to wrestel till he can no longer do it. This match and the next are ones that he will do what he can. Winning is no concern for him. He wrestles for the fun.]

"Self reflecting aside. I will bring it to this match and let the outcome, be whatever it is gonna be."

{It fades to black as he looks on at a career that has seen its highs and even its lows.]

[mikewolfe]

The scene opens up inside the home of USPW superstar "Marvelous" Mike Wolfe. He is sitting on a huge black leather couch with his USPW Tag Team Title setting next to him. He has on a pair of black shorts and a t-shirt that says USPW Bringing Tradition Back.

As the camera pans around the room we see that he is watching a movie but can't quite make it out until we hear the character on the tv say something.

Character on TV: “When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home.”

Then a song starts to play.......

Seize upon that moment long ago
One breath away and there you will be
So young and carefree
Again you will see
That place in time...so gold

Steal away into that way back when
You thought that all would last forever
But like the weather
Nothing can ever...and be in time
Stay gold

But can it be
When we can see
So vividly
A memory
And yes you say
So must the day
Too, fade away
And leave a ray of sun
So gold

Life is but a twinkling of an eye
Yet filled with sorrow and compassion
though not imagined
All things that happen
Will age too old
Though gold

As the song plays in is easy to figure out that Mike is watching The Outsiders which is a 1983 American drama film directed by Francis Ford Coppola, an adaptation of the novel The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton. The film was released in March 1983. Jo Ellen Misakian, a librarian at Lone Star Elementary School in Fresno, California, and her students were responsible for inspiring Coppola to make the film.

The film is noted for its cast of up-and-coming stars, at the time including C. Thomas Howell (who garnered a Young Artist Award), Rob Lowe, Emilio Estevez, Matt Dillon, Tom Cruise, Patrick Swayze, Ralph Macchio, and Diane Lane.

As the movie ends and the camera pans over to Mike on the couch there is a small tear starting to flow down his face. He realizes that the camera is there and quickly wipes his eyes before he looks back at the camera.

"Marvelous" Mike Wolfe: Sorry about the tear but that ending gets me every damn time I watch it. After watching it I always start to think about what the world use to be like when I was a kid. I grew up during a time when everyone in the neighborhood watched outed for one another and as kids we could run all over the place and not worry about anything.

Back then people could leave their doors and windows open at night and no one would ever mess with anything. But times are different now. Now before most of us go to sleep at night we lock all the doors and windows and make sure everything is locked because we all live in a little fear that someone or something will get in and do bad things to us.

Where I live now the neighbor kids come over and I talk to them about being safe. Play in groups I tell them. Never walk alone. And mind your parents. They just give me looks like yeah what ever you say man. They just want to hear about all my matches in the ring and all the wrestlers that I know.

Kids today just don't get it. No matter how much they are told they just do not seem to understand the things that could happen to them in this fouled up world we live in now.

Mike pauses for a few seconds and lowers his head. This is something that really bothers him and you can tell by the way he has reacted to talking to the camera. After a few seconds Mike looks back at the camera.

"Marvelous" Mike Wolfe: This Friday Night at Freedom when I win the USPW US Title. I am going to make the country proud and help them to remember a time that was simple and there was nothing to fear but fear it's self.

I am proud to be an American but to be honest it gets harder and harder to say that. Every time you turn on the news or get online or read a magazine or a news paper there is nothing but bad news.

What has happened to this great country of ours ? I will tell you what has happened to it. Somewhere along the way over the years we have lost our way. We have forgotten what are founding fathers wanted for this great land.

There was a time when people across the globe would say the USA is the place to go. But now a days people say the USA stay away from there. But when I win the USPW US Title all that changes for ever.

I am going to show this country what we should be and need to be doing to help make this country the greatest county in the world once again. I believe that with me as the USPW US Champion that dream will become as real as I am one half of the USPW Tag Team Champs.

My fellow Americans read my lips. I vow to bring honor and respect back to the world of pro wrestling starting at Freedom 3 when I beat who ever it takes to become the first ever USPW US Champ.

Because I will be damned if I will let someone form another country come in to our house here in USPW and take our USPW US Title and make a mockery of this great country and this great wrestling company.

The writing is on the wall folks. USPW fans throughout the US need to stand up and say we're not going to take it anymore. No longer will we stand for these damn foreigners coming to our country and stealing what belongs to us the American people.

So to all of you in the two fatal 4 way matches at Freedom 3. You will all need to bring it or I will beat you all. I must win, I have to win, I need to win because the American people deserve it.

They deserve to have a US Champ that they can be proud of. One they can look up to an say to their neighbors I am proud that "Marvelous" Mike Wolfe is the USPW US Champ. He is what this country needs.

See you all on Friday boys. You are looking at the new USPW US Champ right here in "Marvelous" Mike Wolfe. And there is nothing you can do about it because I will have the backing of the entire country. So who can beat me ? No one that's who.

The camera fades as Mike sits on his couch with a big smile on his face.

[markturner]

We open inside the locker room of the USPW Tag Team Champions The Lady Killers. We see Grayson Parker III talking with "Magnificent" Mark Turner.

Grayson Parker III: Damn it !!! Damn it !! Dman it !!

"Magnificent" Mark Turner: Hey Grayson what is your deal bro ?

Grayson Parker III: He is doing it again Mark.

"Magnificent" Mark Turner: Who is doing what ?

Grayson Parker III: Mike that's who.

"Magnificent" Mark Turner: I saw his little prom from his house man. Don't worry about it bro. You know how he gets when it comes to a chance at winning a US Title. He just loses his damn mind over it.

Grayson Parker III: I know that and you know that. But the last time he did this the team almost split up man.

"Magnificent" Mark Turner: You are never going to let him live that down are you ? It's been how many years now bro ?

Grayson Parker III: No I am never going to forgive him for almost ripping this team apart because he wanted to be the US Champ so damn bad. Every time he gets a shot at a US Title it seems as if all hell breaks loose and I just can't deal with that again.

"Magnificent" Mark Turner: You need to relax bro. Mike will be just fine. We just have to keep him level headed until this is all over with and hope he does not go off the deep end again.

Grayson Parker III: Are you really just going to sit back and watch it all unfold just like that ?

"Magnificent" Mark Turner: Yep that is what I am going to do. Because if we try and push him to far then this team may split up for good this time. And I do not want this team to split up because we are the USPW Tag Team Champs and that is all we need to be.

Grayson Parker III: Ok man I hope you are right about all this.

"Magnificent" Mark Turner: Trust me bro. Lets just watch it all play out and then go from there.

Grayson Parker III: I will man. But it is going to be hard.

Just then there is a knock on the door of the locker room.

Knock,Knock,Knock

Grayson Parker III: Come in please.

In through the door walks USPW interviewer Paul Kelly.

Paul Kelly: Hey guys do you have time for an interview ?

Mark and Grayson and the same time: Sure we do Paul.

Paul Kelly: Oh thank you very much.

Paul and the camera crew set up a little set. There is a back drop that reads USPW Live. In front of the back drop they set up three chairs for the three men to sit in. The three men sit down and get ready to do the interview. They talk a little waiting for the camera crew to get ready and start this thing. Finally they get under way.

Paul Kelly: This is USPW Live and I am Paul Kelly. I am in the locker room with two of the three members of the USPW Tag Team Champs The Lady Killers. Here with me is the manager Grayson Parker III and "Magnificent" Mark Turner. Welcome gentlemen.

Grayson Parker III: Thanks for having us Paul.

"Magnificent" Mark Turner: Yeah thanks for having us on your show Paul.

Paul Kelly: It's my pleasure believe me. My first question is for Mark. How are you feeling about you upcoming Fatal 4 way Match ?

"Magnificent" Mark Turner: Well Paul I am just taking business as usual. I will prepare for the match just like I do any other match. For me nothing is different about this macth then any other match that I have ever been in.

Paul Kelly:Even though it's a chance to get to the US Title match ?

"Magnificent" Mark Turner: Paul I am well aware of what the winner of the match gets. But I am not going to let that fact take over what I do to prepare for it.

Paul Kelly: Sounds good to me. Now to Grayson Parker III. We all saw the promo that "Marvelous" Mike Wolfe did. Is there anything for you guys to be worried about form him going into this huge match ?

Grayson Parker III: Paul I would be lying if I told you no that there is nothing to worry about. But we all know there is.

Paul Kelly: Wow you are still bitter about the time he almost split up The Lady Killers back in the AOCW when he went nuts over his chance to become the AOCW US Champ.

Grayson Parker III: I see you have done your homework Paul.

Paul Kelly: Yes sir I have. And I hope I did not upset you in anyway.

Grayson Parker III: It's all good Paul.

Just then Mike Wolfe come walking into the room and the he and Grayson get into a heated argument as the camera fades out.