Mike C vs AJ Johnson vs Phantom vs Mark Force

[johncooper]

Match for the USPW World Title.

You 4 RP here.

["Classy" Mike C]

Haven't I already done the whole "Groundhog Day" thing?

...Yes you have Mike...

And that's where we begin. Different week, same opponents...was the match last week really that awesome? Well for one man it was. That man is our protagonist, Classy Mike C, the new USPW United St...sorry, United Kingdom champion. We open with our champion in his personal locker room at the USPW Ameri-Dome (or, after last Friday, should that be the Britishi-Dome?...)

Mike C: A lot...and I mean a lot...of people doubted the United Soldiers of Anarchy...but look at us now.

It's hard not to look at it. The USA now hold both of the USPW singles titles that have been up for grabs. What's more, the Red Army are No.1 contenders for the Tag Team titles and the faction now have to be considered the main challengers for the 6-Man Titles.

Mike C: We've taken over this federation, this bastion of American-ness. And I want to stress to all you viewers...we are not anti-America...we are anti-mediocrity. All that we want is America to understand just how good it can be. And to start that...

Mike C pulls out his globe...not his globes, ladies, calm down...an actual globe. He spins it in his hands...again, this is an actual globe with countries and cities and stuff on it...

Mike C: Round and round and round it goes, where it stops...

Mike C slams his finger down on the spinning globe and stops it directly on Washington D.C.

Mike C: ...only the USA knows...Washington D.C. should be proud that we are leading the revolution from the very epicentre of this country. But it shocks and saddens me that, despite all his belly-aching, Frankie Image has decided to offer the USPW audience the same match as last week and, inevitably, the same result. Frankie Image tells you all that he hates the USA but at the same time he knows that we are THE most important superstars in the USPW and as such he wants us to win the USPW World Heavyweight Championship...more importantly, he wants ME to win the USPW World Heavyweight Championship. After all, why else would he pit me against three men that I beat last week? AJ Johnson...Phantom...Mark Force...

Mike C counts his opponents out on his fingers, each one with a different intonation to his voice. AJ Johnson gets sarcasm...Phantom gets disdain..."Mark" Force gets pity.

Mike C: You have AJ Johnson, the perennial loser...I don't know what the "A" stands form but I know the "J" stands for "Jobber"...Soooo..."A. Jobber"..."AJ"...I didn't answer you last week but you deserve an answer. You deserve a reason as to why I think you suck despite the fact you've won multiple titles in multiple federations...well, that reason, is that...and I've given you this answer countless times before in the ring...YOU. SUCK. You sucked the first time I beat you, you sucked when I beat you last week and I'd be very, VERY surprised if you didn't suck when I beat you this week. Fair play, you've won a few belts in a few companies that I haven't been part of or, in the case of GWA, I haven't been allowed to compete for, and I'm sure you'll come out this week and laugh a few times before recognising that you suck, but it's true. You. Are. Awful. AJ...I implore you...that means I beg you...that means I'm asking very nicely, as I know you're not so clever or so good with the use of English...to just retire. You will never beat me, you will never achieve anything meaningful and, really, do you want your future grandchildren to have to acknowledge the disappointment that is your career? AJ...Shawn Starr should have your place...hell, he earned your place! You're just lucky that Shawn sees the bigger picture. He was willing to sacrifice his career progression, the World Championship and the UK, or Canadian, Championship ...in order to make sure that this country moved forward. His missionary work was more important to him than some belt...

Mike C raises up the UK Title belt he made for himself...

Mike C: THIS BELT...he was more concerned with making sure that the greater good happens, that America moves forward. He was not selfish like the vapid, ungrateful "stars" that this country produces. Speaking of which...then you have "Funky Phantom"...

Again, like last week, the theme music from cult 80s Hanna-Barbera cartoon "Funky Phantom" plays. Once the first line is done it cuts out.

Mike C: Phanny...you obviously have some fine pedigree. You're well respected, well liked...you've won a few belts. But, finally, I beat you. And I don't mean that in the sense that AJ Johnson would say it if he ever managed to beat me, I mean it in the sense that now, maybe, you'll shut up about some win...in a minor federation from the past...when maybe you managed to pin me on an off day...by foul means...And I know that you'll cry foul play Phanny, I know you will, but if you're willing to let your heart rule your head then...well, you're asking for it. Shawn Starr...Leonid & Andrei...they weren't expecting you and AJ backstage, they didn't know that you'd venture away from the ring...but they believe in what we're doing here and when an opportunity arises they take it. They're part of my missionary work here in the United States of America and when they saw the opportunity to forward the cause they took it. And that left me alone with Mark Force...and left them alone with "Mark Force"...

Mike C rummages around in his pocket...calm down ladies, it's not like that...and pulls out a charred lump of plastic...it's definitely not like that...

Mike C: Hey Mark! Here's your brother!

Mike C waves around the melted doll (that's what he was rummaging for) that his fellow USA members melted last week.

Mike C: Mark...you are the poster boy for modern America and you are the poster boy for the type of person that I am trying to wake up! You are investing your life in false idols and false salvation when what you need is to wake up, smell the coffee, and try to grow as a person. This lump of plastic was not your brother...or you...or whatever the hell you think your persona is. It was an action figure. I need you to realise Mark that YOU can be saved...YOU can help us lead America, and yourself, to a bright new future. I don't hate you..."Mark"...like I hate Phanny or AJ...I pity you. I pray for you. I want to help you. You can be great...you can be saved...you can make your brother proud if you work with me...and if you don't? Well...I am going to be the first USPW World Heavyweight Champion this Friday. I am going to add that belt to my USPW United KINGDOM Championship...a belt that, when eventually America is listening and follows the USA way, will become the United States Championship...and with Shawn Starr's Television Title and the tag team titles that the Red Army will soon possess...and the 6-man titles that three of the USA will soon possess...we will start to wake America up to how great it can once again be. If you don't listen to us and join us "Mark" you will be one of the people who gets swept aside. Your way of life, your mis-judgements and your lack of understanding...they will be the things that define you and ultimately ruin you. So "Mark"...I implore you...this Friday I will step out into the ring for a proper UK Championship coronation...and I ask you to come out and become the first American wrestler to sign up to the USA manifesto. I look forward to Freedom this Friday...I know it will go the right way...the USA way...and I know that I can lead you all into a bright future. Next stop...top of the world...

Mike C smirks and we fade to black...

[Mark Force]

“The King Of Old School”
Mark Force
1-2

ACT I

A cold Saturday morning dew covers the ground. The sky is overcast, the wind is brisk. Mark Force sits. The blood is dry, but remains on his tattered clothing. He feels the pain of losing a match...and the pain of losing a friend. Mark Force stares at the ground for what seems like an eternity. He looks up, and his eyes dart around the horizon.

Mark Force : Psh...I never liked funerals.

Mark stands up, and the pain that comes with great loss hits him like a sack of potatoes. He’s alone today...he’s always been alone. The pain is too much to bear. Tears form at the corners of his eyes. The cemetery is quiet, and empty...just like his heart. Mark pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket, and writes.

“HEAR LYES MY BESTEST FREND”

Mark pulls out a Ziploc bag with the charred remains of his dear friend. He sets the bag on the ground and kisses it once.

Mark Force : I’ll always miss you, buddy. You didn’t deserve what Mike C and the Red Army did to you. You are worth much more than that. Rest in peace.

Mark takes out small hand shovel and stabs at the hard ground. He soon tires before the hole is fully bored out. He digs just a tad deeper, and drops the Ziploc bag in the hole. A groundskeeper runs up to him.

Groundskeeper : Sir! Sir! You can’t just dig a hole, and bury whatever you please.

Mark Force : This is a damned cemetery ain’t it?

Groundskeeper : I need you to leave. Thats not how it works.

Mark Force : You know what old man...fine. Break my heart just a little bit more.

Mark walks away...slowly. Somewhere, “Lonely Man” from the Incredible Hulk TV show plays.



Mark is walking along the highway when a truck driver pulls over and motions for him to hop in the passenger seat.

Truck Driver : Hey there, guy. I’m on a long trip. Hop in, and take a load off. It’ll do us both some good. You look like you could use a friend.

Mark Force : I really could. I just lost my best friend.
Truck Driver : That’s mighty unfortunate. Where ya headin’?

Mark Force : Just...anywhere.

Truck Driver : Fair enough. Hold on to yer lugnuts.

THe Truck Driver pulls away, and heads on down the road. After a few minutes of quiet time...the truck driver notices Mark’s face on a billboard advertising the upcoming USPW Event.

Truck Driver : Hold on, bucko. Was that you on the billboard back there?

Mark Force : ….probably. I’ve got a match this week....but, I don’t think I can compete.

Truck Driver : Not even for the World Title?!

Mark Force : You don’t understand. They killed my best friend. I had to watch him burn....in my arms.

Truck Driver : Wait...you’re that guy with the doll, huh?

Mark Force : ITS NOT A DOLL! He was my friend! My....only...friend!

Truck Driver : Fair enough, son. Excuse me for asking...but why don’t you use this pain...this....anger to get some revenge on those who’ve wronged you?

Mark Force : I’d love nothing better than to hunt down those assholes. Mike C and the Red Army are just a bunch of knuckleheads. They sit atop their high horse and cast judgment on others.

Truck Driver : Lets say you hunted them down. What would you do then?

Mark Force : Well...first....I’d probably slap them. OPEN HANDED. Then, maybe some DDTs and Powerbombs.

Truck Driver : Yeah. Yeah. [starts touching himself] What would you do next?

Mark Force : Well...seeing as they completely humiliated me, I’d probably try to humiliate them. Maybe I’d bring Nigel Thornberry from the WIld Thornberry’s to ringside, and...

Truck Driver : Make him suck you off?

Mark Force : Yea!. Wait. What? No.

Mark looks in horror as the truck driver has disrobed and is masturbating vigorously. Mark lets out a scream like a girl, and starts wildly flailing his arms around.

Truck Driver : I can’t fap to this. Get out.

The truck driver kicks Mark out, and speeds away. Mark walks to the nearest gas station and calls the USPW offices. He manages to get Frankie Image’s secretary on the line.

Secretary : Yeah. Frankie’s office.

Mark Force : This is Mark F...

Secretary : UGHHHHHH. What do YOU want?

Mark Force : I missed my flight. I’m stuck in the backwoods. A truck driver tried to make me fellate him.

Secretary : HAHAHA. Did you?

Mark Force : No.

Secretary : But , I bet you wanted to.

Mark Force : Can you help me out?

Secretary : Only because you’re in the main event. Don’t let this become a habit. Im sending a car, but it will be deducted from your next check.

Mark plops down on the curb and waits...

Mark Force : I wish you were here, brother. I’m lost. Not like that time in the 4th grade where we all went to the Statue of Liberty, and while I was admiring the statue in all her beauty....you and mom just took off. Later on, you guys promised it was an accident...but...Ill never really know. I’m lost because I don’t know how to move on. I’ve got a World Title match this week...and it’s against the same guys I faced last week. [tears up] I just want you to know I never meant for that to happen to you. I’m going to get revenge on Mike C. He will regret the day they took you from me....

MARK.

MY.

WORDS.

Fin.

[Phantom]

The scene opens in a small house show located in one of the smaller arenas in Washington DC. The crowd is roughly about two thousand people large and the atmosphere is fairly charged as the midget division had just finished a rousing match. As the last midget or little people as some would prefer to be called the crowd fell silent waiting for the next event to start when Hunt You Down by Saliva began to blare over the speakers. Part of the crowd began to cheer ecstatically while others booed out of habit of what Phantom had done in the past. Phantom walked out from behind the curtain as the cheers grew louder drowning out the boos. He paused for a moment at the top of the shortened entrance ramp and took in the cheering of the crowd. His white hair was slightly wet still from the water that had been poured on it just a few minutes ago. Phantom rolled his shoulders, then his neck before surging forward making his way down the ramp. He walked over to one side of the ramp slapping some hands of the fans on the way down. Phantom walked up the steel steps and climbed into the ring before climbing the turnbuckle and raising his hands in the air even higher. The crowd continued to go nuts as the former World Champion relished the moment. He got down from the turnbuckle and requested a microphone.

Phantom- You know…I never got that moment before and I have to say it feels good.

The crowd roared in celebration as Phantom began to laugh.

Phantom- Now I don’t normally do this sort of thing so I have a request for you all. You know the disclaimer saying to turn off all your cell phones and video recording devices?

The crowd chants WHAT.

Phantom- Don’t what me. Anyways that little disclaimer…ignore it. I want you all to take out your iPhones, Droids, Blackberries, cameras, spy devices, hologram projectors and all other recording gadgets and tape this. Because I am not saying this twice.

Phantom glanced around the arena as hundreds of devices came out of hiding.

Phantom- Now as many of you know I have a world title match coming up at the next televised show. On that show we will once and for all establish who the first top dog in the company is. And in this match is AJ Johnson, Mark Force, the United STATES champion Classy Mike C and yours truly. It is a rematch of the match that occurred last week which apparently garnered so much attention and stole the show that Frankie Image and the other heads of this upstart company decided that we are going to do this again. So I once again step into the ring with one third of my six man champion tag team. I have nothing against AJ Johnson, we have never truly faced off against each other but our names are being tossed around what a one on one match up would look like. But last week the fans and everyone got a taste of what it would look like as we chased each other into the back where WE got jumped by the other members of U.S.A. When we step into the ring again this week we are going to go at it again and only one of us is going to come out as champion. After which we are still going to be tag team champs with Stardust, we are going to have to work together. I am not going to have any problems with you but the simple matter of fact is I will walk as champion and not you.

Phantom coughed and then raised the microphone back to his mouth.

Phantom- Now Mark Force is…Mark Force is…

Phantom lowers the microphone. The crowd chants WHAT.

Phantom- I am not even sure how to describe Mark Force. The only word I am coming up with is idiot. The man worships a blow up doll of himself. Gets trapped by a truck driver who tries to make him give him some pleasure with his mouth…kids ask your parents what I mean when you get older. He can’t manage to get from arena to arena. But when he steps inside of this ring he becomes an unpredictable little animal that can’t think straight making him near impossible to beat. But Mike C figured out a way last week to crush his spirits. So the job is up to me to figure out how to demoralize an idiot who can’t make it from point A to point B.

Phantom pauses and then raises his hand in the air.

Phantom- Or I can let Mike C or AJ Johnson deal with it.

The crowd laughed as Phantom let a smile crawl across his face.

Phantom- Then there is me. A former RCW North American champion, a former Cruiserweight champion…which might I add was taken from me by management because they could not put up any that could beat me, a two time RCW World Champion. Before I continue, Mike C, RCW was not some minor federation…it was where the best of the best went for six years. And Marcus Williams came back from the dead like four times might I add.

The crowd laughs at the comment as Phantom chuckles to himself.

Phantom- And to top it off I am a former GWA World Champion. Now while that can sound impressive by itself what if I told you that I claimed the cruiserweight title, North American title within two weeks of being hired by the company. And then claimed the World Heavyweight championship just a short three weeks after that. Now does that not stand out as perhaps showing that I am someone to be respected and not screwed with?

The crowd cheers as Phantom holds out his hand.

Phantom- But that hasn’t stopped people from trying…including one of my opponents numerous times. But I will get to that in a moment. I have had both my arms lit on fire in the ring and still I came back from both to continue on with my career. A lesser man would have given in and found a new career. I didn’t. I got back in the ring and won matches. In fact the last time I had my arm lit on fire I had one week off while I recovered in the hospital then to my surprise right after I woke up out of my coma I was scheduled for a World title match. With a fully bandaged left arm, fresh from the hospital bed and bending the term medically cleared to an all time high I went and won my third world title. So to Mike C, yes I am funky, I am strange, and I am a former champion. But you guys don’t want to hear me go on and on about myself.

Phantom walks over to the top turnbuckle and rests there as the members in the crowd cheer because they know what is coming next.

Phantom- Last and probably certainly least we have our little British bastard “Unclassy” Mike C.

The crowd roars in excitement at what Phantom has geared up for Mike C.

Phantom- For weeks now you have been running your mouth how you are the best on the roster. Congrats! You can run your mouth! Oh yeah I know that unclassy name switch wasn’t that creative, I don’t care. You won the United STATES title last week because someone laid down for you in the final match. Afraid that you can’t beat your own lackey? Hell, you couldn’t even manage to pin a single person in our match! You are a pathetic little runt who is hiding from getting his ass kicked.

Phantom took a deep breath.

Phantom- You said that I could finally shut up because you finally beat me…well Mikey boy you are still suffering from brain damage that I inflicted on you. You said that I pinned you on a foul…or bad day like the people in the greatest country on Earth say!

The crowd roars in approval as Phantom milks the easy pop. Soon the crowd starts chanting USA.

Phantom- I say that because I never pinned you. No what I did was come out of the hospital, beaten, bloody, bruised and partially broken from a match with a competitor that you could never hope to hold a candle to. I walked into Ultimate Jeopardy, having to defend my World title three times…and I kicked off the night by beating your sorry ass around the ring, hoisting you up onto my shoulders and power bombed you through a table! That is what I did!

The crowd roars in cheers as a clip of the powerbomb begins to play on the big screen. It ends with a picture of Phantom holding his World title high over his head over the unconscious body of Mike C.

Phantom- You can claim a win over me. It will show up in the books as a win but trust me Mikey…you have yet to prove you can beat me in the ring. You waited as the referee counted out all three of us. You did jack shit! Speaking of a count out since when are there count outs in a fatal four way match?

The crowd laughs and cheers as Phantom struts around the ring. It is clear that he has them in his hand. Suddenly he waives his hand at the entrance as two English flags unroll and God Save the Queen begins to play. The crowd begins to boo.

Phantom- Now now…I am the one that put those there. Now some of you may know and some of you may not know I was trained in the ring by the legendary Phenom himself, the Undertaker. And while I have been mocked for it over my career I can say this…I did pick up a few tricks.

Suddenly Phantom’s hand shoots out towards the entrance ramp as two lightning bolts strike the flags bursting them into flames. God save the Queen is replaced by Hunt You Down by Saliva except it is playing rather quietly in comparison to Phantom’s entrance. The former world champion climbs out of the ring and picks a girl who he helps over the barricade. With iPhone in hand he leads her back into the ring. Phantom turns and looks directly at the girl.

Phantom- Mike C, two hundred years ago this shitty country, as you like to call it, kicked the shit out of your empire! What your goons did last week is your declaration of war against me! I will not stand for it! I will raise an army to meet yours head on! I will crush the United States of Anarchy under my foot like all the others before me! No holding back, no restraints, no backing down! I am going to raise a revolution to take you out of power! Come Friday it will be a cold day in hell if you think that you are going to walk out as World Champion!

Phantom drops the microphone as his music comes up to full volume. Phantom makes his way to the back with a sadistic smile on his face.

*Now let’s have some fun.*

The scene fades to black.

[Mark Force]

“The King Of Old School”
Mark Force
1-2

ACT II

Mark Force : Is this thing on?

Mark is holding an old digital video camera and waving it around the room. There are HALO posters on the walls, and it looks like we’re in some sort of basement. A kid with acne sits in front of an Alienware laptop. Mark aims the camera towards his own face.

Mark Force : Haha. Mike C. I told you that you would rue the day you messed with my family. Now, it’s my turn to return the favor. You see this little virgin? He’s about to help me FUCK YOUR DAY UP!

Acne Kid : Virgin? Hell. I’ve probably gotten more ass than you. Have you looked in a mirror? Ugh. That face of yours. And you underestimate girls these days. A guy like me, with skills like mine....I’m in high demand.

Mark Force : What? Do you hack in to your teacher’s computers, and change grades in exchange for blowjobs or something? Psh.

Acne Kid : Uh...actually...yeah.

Mark Force : oh....well...

Acne Kid : Uhhh...

Mark Force : Nice. Good work, kid. I’m kinda fuckin’ jealous right now, I’m not gonna lie. Anyways, later on you can teach me that hacking shit...but right now I need you to hack in to Mike C’s ancestry.com profile and find me his family tree. We’re going to fuck that shit up. Literally, in some cases. I’m gonna piss on graves, piss on his mom, take shits on his dad. I might even bang his cousins and sisters.

Acne Kid : What if his cousins are guys?

Mark Force : Well, I’ll have to do something equally degrading. Okay, kid. Do your thing. Like we discussed, I’ll buy you beer.

Acne Kid : K. What’s the guy’s name.

Mark Force : Mike C

Acne Kid : That’s it? That’s all you have?

Mark Force : Mike C. The guys fuckin’ name is Mike C. What do you want from me? Find the first Mike C...and look his shit up. There can’t be that many Mike C’s.

Acne Kid : Are you kidding? There’s probably THOUSANDS of Mike C’s!

Mark Force : Listen. Kid. Do you want the beer? Or not?

The acne kid finds the first Mike C he comes across. Mike Carcetti. He prints out his family tree and hands it to Mark.

Mark Force : Ohhhhh shit. Mike C. You are in some trouble now.

Mark drives a couple blocks to Mike Carcetti’s mom’s house.

Mark Force : Excuse me? Miss. Are you Bertha Carcetti? Mother of Mike Carcetti?

Mom : Yes. Can I help you?

Mark grabs the lady and kisses her. She throws up in his face. Mark tries to punch the old lady but she dodges him and pushes him down the stairs. Mark dashes away, and finds the address of Mike Carcetti’s dad. He drives that way and an old man in a wheelchair answers the door.

Mark Force : Yo. Old man. Are you Tom Carcetti? Mike Carcetti’s dad?

Dad : Yea. I am. Are you with the police?

Mark Force : Give a message to your son!

Mark pulls out a couple water balloons and nails the old man. Mark dashes off back to his rented car and hurries away. He pulls the camera back out and begins to speak into the camera.

Mark Force : Oh man. Mike? How you like them apples?!?! Just so you know...that water balloon I just nailed your dad with? It was filled with my piss! Ha. Unfortunately, one of the balloons busted in the car...and I didn’t opt for the insurance. Fuck. I also busted one all over this bad ass “JESUS IS LORD” shirt. After a quick trip to the cleaners, I’m gonna mess with your sister. Just wait til you see what I got in store for her!

Mark turns off the camera and goes to clean out the car and his “Jesus is Lord” t-shirt. He looks up the address of Mark Carcetti’s sister Martha, and heads that way. He arrives to a large house with lots of cars out front. As soon as he knocks on the door, the man in the wheelchair from before opens the door.

Wheelchair Man : YOU MOTHERFUCKER! What did you do with my son!?!?!

The police pull up and put Mark in handcuffs.

Police Officer : What do you know about Mark Carcetti, Mr Force?

Mark Force : He’s a douchebag who I’m supposed to wrestle for the World Title on Friday?

Police Officer : What? No. Mr Carcetti is a lawyer with a wife and kids. He was reported missing earlier this week. Then, you show up to the man’s mom, dad, and sister’s house antagonizing them. How do you think this looks to the detectives working this missing-persons case?

Mark Force : I don’t know, I ain’t no police officer. I’m a professional wrestler. I wrestled Mike C last week...and we have a rematch this week. That’s what I know. The asshole killed my brother, and so I looked up his family tree on ancestry dot com, and decided to wreak havoc.

Police Office : Well, genius. You got the wrong Mike C. If I could take you to jail, I would. As it stands you’re going to get a few tickets. Now, get the hell out of here so I can explain to this family what a gigantic retard you are.

Mark grabs the video camera from earlier and presses record.

Mark Force : Well...that was awkward. Mike C...somehow this is your fault. I don’t know if you reverse-hacked me, or what? I’m gonna pound your ass.

Kid on the street : Gay.

Mark walks away and gets into his piss-smelling rental car. He drives to a church deep in “boonies”.

Mark Force : Okay...the whole Mike C thing didn’t go quite as anticipated. So, hopefully this footage I get from Pastor Jones is usable. I told him about this Phantom guy I’m facing...and he agreed that an exorcism is the only way to defeat him.

Mark pulls up to the Church of Nightwater, and meets Pastor Jones out front. He’s a quaint old man with a soft voice.

Pastor : Good evening. You must be Mark?

Mark Force : Yes, father. I’m a pro wrestler. I faced this guy Phantom last week...and, I think he “infected” me with some sort of ghost-spell or some shit. I don’t know the term. I can “feel” him inside of me.

Neighborhood Kid : Gay.

Pastor : Johnny. Please don’t make me call your mother.

Johnny runs away, and Pastor Jones motions for Mark to come inside.

Pastor : When we believe some one...or some place to have been possessed by a demon....we perform an exorcism. What makes you think you’ve been possessed?

Mark Force : Okay...so last week I’m in this match versus 3 other guys. One of them is a guy named Phantom. I internetted his name, and tried to use what I found to defeat him. Unfortunately, this ghost seems to have taken a body in order to become stronger.

Pastor : Hm. Yes. Makes perfect sense.

Mark Force ….wait. Really? Youre the first person to ever say that.

Pastor : [chuckles]Young man...I’ve been performing exorcisms for years. I’ve seen it all. So, this man possessed a body, and defeated you in some manner?

Mark Force : Yes. And, normally...I’m a pretty average dude. Im not crazy in any way. But...since that night...I’ve felt....different. He did something to me father. I need to be cleansed. Also, if it’s possible...it’d be nice if Jesus could like...make me stronger and shit. So, you know, I can defeat this guy on Friday in our rematch.

Pastor : Sit down.

The Pastor ties Mark down, and does some weird shit. He speaks in tongues, and yells really dramatic stuff like : “THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!” After an hour, a satisfied....almost smug smile creeps across his face.

Pastor : You’re free and clear, my lad.

Mark Force : Did you give me like...some extra strength prayers and shit?

Pastor : [Chuckles] I will pray for you, friend.

He places his hands on Mark’s shoulders.

Mark Force : It’s weird. It felt like you were really deep inside me...peeking around my soul.

Johnny : Gay.

Mark Force : I feel a lot better. This is exactly what I needed. Phantom is in for a real treat now. If he thought I was an unpredictable mess before...just wait until he has to face a focused...stronger Mark Force. Shit....I could probably do 3 situps.

Mark drops to the ground to pound out 3 situps. He completes 2 and a half. Mark shakes hands with the Pastor and heads to the arena. All he can think about is walking around as the World Champion of....the world.

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Pastor : [into phone with unknown person] Yes. He’s gone. You were right. He was possessed. Only, it wasn’t by the man he thought.

Voice : You mean?

Pastor : Yes....it was HIM.

Voice : Him, Him?

Pastor : Yes. Him.

Voice : Sweet Jesus.

CUE THE OMINOUS MUSIC!

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[AJ Johnson]

*Continue to overlook me, I will do nothing but suprise you.*

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*Scene opens to the inside of Joe's Bar and Grill in Washington D.C. It seems to be a nice looking place as it is looking to be about half full of people as the camera focuses right in on the bar portion. We are able to see AJ Johnson sitting with his brother Jacoby Douglas as the two each have a bottle of Budweiser in their hands as they are sitting watching a replay of the latest episode of WWE Raw.*

*AJ is dressed in a pair of black Nike Shorts with a Grey T-Shirt that reads "Nike:Just Do It". He has his black Oakley shades over his eyes. Jacoby is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white polo shirt. He is looking up at the television set as he takes a sip of beer and begins to speak.*

Jacoby:I'm empty, what about you?

AJ:Yeah man.

Jacoby:Alright, hey bartender we need two more over here....

*Over walks a beautiful blonde headed bartender who looks to be about twenty one or twenty two years old. She hands AJ two beers as she also looks over at Jacoby and begins to smile.*

Jacoby:Hey baby, what's your name?..

Bartender:Ashley....and you guys are AJ Johnson and Jacoby Douglas from GWA right?

Jacoby:Hell Yeah we are,how did you know?

Ashley:I used to watch yall on Saturday nights.

AJ:Well then you were watching the best.

Jacoby:Your damn right!

*Ashley then begins to get a big grin over her face as Jacoby takes notice and begins to speak.*

Jacoby:So baby, what time do you get off?

Ashley: I go on break at ten..

Jacoby:Good to know....

*Ashley then walks off as A.J. begins laughing as he takes a quick sip from his beer and then begins to speak to Jacoby.*

AJ:Man if you don't watch it your gunna catch something that you can't get rid of. You remember what happened when we went to Vegas.

Jacoby:Ahhh don't remind me, I had to get checked three times just to make sure I didn't catch something from that whore.

AJ:Be more careful....

Jacoby:Yeah Yeah, but I've been meaning to ask you, you getting excited for this week?

AJ:Excited for what?

Jacoby:That world title match you got. You can become the very first USPW World Champion and put us back on the map in the business.

*AJ then begins to laugh.*

AJ:US!? HaHa man your career was over a while ago. But yeahI'm pretty excited. I have a chance to do something special bro.

*Just as AJ says that, Jacoby turns and looks at Ashley as she is smiling and telling Jacoby to come with her to the back of the building. Jacoby gets up and runs over but before he leaves he turns to AJ and speaks.*

Jacoby:I'll be back in a few bro, I have some business to take care of.

*As Jacoby leaves, AJ sits for a moment and drinks the rest of his beer. He then looks around the bar for a bit before being poked on the shoulder by a very pale red-headed man dressed in a nice pair of slacks and a long sleeved collared shirt. He has a notepad and pencil in his left hand as he reaches out with his right hand and attempts to shake AJs hand. He has a huge grin on his face as he begins to talk to AJ.*

Man:Hello, your AJ Johnson correct?

AJ:Yeah, what the hell do you want?

Man:I'm sorry how rude of me. My name is Thomas Porter and I'm with the Washington Gazette a local newspaper here. I was just wondering if I would possibly be able to ask you a couple of questions about the event tomorrow night?..Just a couple of questions, it won't take long at all.

AJ:Who in the hell do you think you are trying to interrupt me while I'm trying to have a good time and drink a beer!?

Thomas:But I........

AJ:Nah I'm just fucking with you man! Yeah man it's no problem,take a seat..

*Thomas sits down at the bar next to AJ as he takes out his notepad and begins to speak.*

Thomas:So AJ, after that four-way match last week, how do you feel?

AJ:What do you mean how I feel?

Thomas: Like how do you physically feel?....After that match last week you must be pretty tired and worn down right?

AJ:Oh no man not at all..I feel great.

Thomas:Well what are your thoughts on Mike C's comments that he made this week?

AJ:Oh about him beating me once again and yet again me not being able to beat him? HaHa well for one Mike, you didn't beat me last week. If you remember, Myself and Phantom took ourselves out of the match whenever we foughtall the way backstage. So no you never beat me Mike. After hearing you for the past month or so, I have come to a conclusion about you Mikey. You love to live off of your past accompolishments. You like to bring up the fact that I have never beaten you one on one. Also that you have five wins over me, but Mikey that was in GWA. In the USPW you have one win over me. That will change starting tomorrow night!

Thomas:What do you think your chances are in tomorrow nights main event?

*As Thomas says that, AJ is approached by a very nice looking brunette woman who is wearing a red dress. She is smiling from ear to ear as she is hysterically happy.*

Woman:Oh My God!! AJ Johnson,I Love You!..That match when you beat "The Baller" is my favorite. Would you mind if I got a picture with you?

AJ:Sure....

*The Woman hands Thomas a digital camera as she puts her arm around AJ and smiles. AJ puts up a fist and smiles also as the picture is taken and the woman then walks away. AJ then takes a drink from a brand new beer and begins to answer the question.*

AJ:Sorry about that.

Thomas:It's okay.

AJ:Anyway, tomorrow night I feel as though my chances of winning the match and becoming the very first USPW Heavyweight Champion are pretty damn good. I mean just look at who is in this match, we have Mark Force who is a nobody and will always be considered a nobody.Phantom who had some success in RCW when it was still in business but that does not matter tomorrow night. I have some unfinished business with you my friend after you were a reason why I didn't win last week. Because I had to deal with you and beat your ass all the way to the backstage area, it caused me to not be involved with the rest of the match which caused me to not win.

*AJ then starts to laugh.*

AJ:HaHa and then there is finally Mikey..Mike C often referred to as "classy". My friend we have been against each other many times. Yes most of those times you have came out on top. But for some reason when I watch your promos or read your interviews you become redundent and boring. You say the same thing,blah blah the u.s. sucks,blah blah AJ has never beaten me one on one. We get it you English Bastard,or British Bastard, or wherever the hell you are from. This is the USPW and the very first champion will be an American. I hope your ready Mike, I really do....

*Thomas stops writing in his notepad and then looks up.*

Thomas:Alright AJ thats about all I needed. Thank you....

*AJ interrupts Thomas*

AJ:Can I please send a message out to someone real quick?

Thomas:Umm sure I don't think that would be a problem.

AJ:Okay just be sure to write down everything that I say.

Thomas:Alright sounds good.

*Thomas then pulls back out his pen and opens his notebook back up.*

AJ:This is for Troy "The Baller" Franklin. I know that you are going to read this Troy and I want to make one thing clear. I saw your promo when you talked about how you want the match against me. And you think that I and the USPW fans want it too. Your damn right that I want that match!..And your damn right that the USPW fans want that match! I will be waiting for your answer but my answer is yes. It will happen and after I win the World Title, it will make the match a little more interesting. We will tear the house down and show the world why we are two of the best!

Thomas:Well thank you for your time AJ,I will now leave you to your Beer. I look forward to watching the match tomorrow.

AJ:Thanks man..

*AJ and Thomas then shake hands as Thomas leaves and AJ sits at the bar and continues drinking his beer as he waits for his brother Jacoby to return.*



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