TV Title: John Sands vs Shawn Starr

[Mr. Mischoff]

You two RP here.

[johnsands]

[The camera focuses into the darkness using it's built in night vision feature. The night now glows green as the rustling of leafs and the snapping of branches is heard. A man walks out from the clearing his hot breath exhaling clouds into the warm April night in the hometown of Detroit, Michigan. His eyes illuminate and pierce through the camera lens as we see John Sands directly in front of the camera. 

His demeanor is that of a mad man hell bent on seeking his revenge and planning his vendetta one piece at a time. It has been quite a few months since we officially saw John Sands anywhere  near the ring. Especially for him not having a contract for 6 months. It has been even a longer time since we saw him at the top of any pecking order. Certainly this has had to sour and eat away at this man who as we all know has one of the bigger egos in the wrestling industry. 

He stands poised and pondering looking at the ground trying his best to get a hold of every pent up emotion after the past few months. Between being fired, and losing to his rival Sean Sands back in UCW, only God knows how deep his pain truly is. He has been hurt many times in the ring, went through his share of surgeries, endured near death incidents, and has lost family in this business. Even through all of this Sands remains vigilent on his task to become one of the greatest professional wrestlers of all time. 

His pure determination is unrivaled by any man walking in the industry or from the past. 

Sands: Shawn Starr now I want you to know one thing right off the bat here and that is I have a great deal of respect for you. I agree you have done a lot of good things in this business and you have put a lot of good men away to give up their dream. You have garnered great recognition and fame throughout your tenure here in USPW. You even held a great amount of respect along the way and have as great as a record as yours truly. Let's get one things straight though Shawn Starr, you will never be me though. 

[Sands cracks a smile and scoffs at the thought of Shawn Starr trying to be just like him or thinking that he is better.] 

[The cold wind picks up as snow begins falling onto the frozen ground.] 

Sands: Right now we are tied in our very small feud for now one to one for the TV Title, Shawn Starr. There has to be a final resolution to this very little feud of ours. One man has to take complete advantage in our little war and I could think of no better way to end this after I win our match for the TV title. This is a match for the ages and I know your feeling the same thing as me and that is we will steal the show. Only problem is one of us are going to say I give up and those words are not in my vocabulary. That's all there is. 

[**Sands drops the microphone and walks away into the woods**]. 
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**Next Scene**....

John walks into the locker room smiling. He seems happy about something. Possibly about his win. He walked over to his friend. 

Friend: Hey congratulations! 

John: Thanks, man. 

John got dressed out of his wrestling gear and put on his clothes. He then motioned to his friend to leave. He did as he motioned. They both left the locker room and headed to the parking lot. On the way there, there were plenty of waiting. Waiting for one of the wrestlers to walk by. As soon as John walked by, they went nuts. Everybody was asking for an autograph. John gave a couple of autographs away and then thanked them for being supporters. He then kept on walking and saw the boy who asked him to give him his autograph first. He walked over to the boy. 

John: How you doing, kid? 

Kid: Good. You? 

John: Well, I just won my match. 

Kid: Yeah. Who knew I was psychic? 

John: Here I want to thank you. 

John took out his bag and pulled out his wrestling shoes and gave them to the kid. 

John: They're autographed. And if I keep winning they will be worth something. Especially since they are my debut shoes. 

The kid looked at him in admiration. 

Kid: Thank you. 

John: No problem. 

Friend: John, let's go. 

John: Okay. Bye. 

John and his friend walked out to the parking lot, got into their cars and went home.

[johnsands]

Television Title Match

An interviewer comes along to the scene of the locker room and looks at the decor. 

Interviewer: How do you feel that you have to face Shawn Starr for the TV Title? 

John: I could care less. I am still going to win anyways. 

John: I say give him the match. I am still going to kick his ass anyways. 

Interviewer: Thanks for your time. 

John: Fuck you.

The interviewer leaves and then it fades to his next scene. 


[[John Sands is backstage watching a monitor with his arms folded. He has a duffle bag at his side and he smirks. John looks at it and smirks. The monitor shows Shawn Starr talking on and on while John turns to walk away and knocks the monitor off its stand.]] 


[[. Shawn Starr heads in to the ring and John tosses the dufflebag in to the corner. He calls for a microphone]] 

John Sands: Jesus Christ that guy can talk! Is anyone else sick of hearing Shawn Starr speak? Because his voice is ringing in my ears.

[[John sticks his finger in his ear and acts as if he is cleaning it out]] 

[[The crowd boos John every time he speaks]].

John Sands: It's funny how guys like Shawn don't even acknowledge John Sands. That guy just rambled on and on saying things that no one even gives a crap about, he mentioned me twice. I don't know if you don't find me a threat, or you just think you're that damn good, but I tell you son you better be worried. 

[[The crowd boos]] 

John Sands: Now before our match Thursday, there are some things I need to take care of. As you can see I am back and never gonna leave. So what I suggest is you get your mother(Bleep) ass out of my (Bleep) ring or I am going to shove my foot up your (Bleep) and then down your(Bleep) if you don't (Bleep) leave my ring. 

[[The crowd boos]] 


John Sands: I am not the person you want to mess with! I am the best in the world at what I do. You want to brush me off Shawn and the rest of you in the match hiding back there like cowards?? I am here to stop scum like you from breathing again. 

[[The crowd reacts and John walks over and grabs the Duffle Bag]] 

John Sands: I am the hot new commodity in the USPW.

[[He leaves the duffelbag in the ring and Shawn still waits in the ring and opens it up and it blows up in his face]].

[shawnstarr]

HRMMMMMMMMM................HRMMMMMMM....................HRMMMMMMM

The humming sounds of water heaters fill the dark, musky room. A single light-bulb gives the only light into the room. Three large deep maroon colored water heaters are seen covered and caked in dust. The cement floor in which they stand upon is cracked in numerous spots, and is in desperate need of repair. The camera pans up to the ceiling to see rows of pipes and wires running from one end of the room to the other. The 'tink tink' of a pipe falling and hitting the floor startles the cameraman, and he quickly spins around attempting to see what, if anything caused the noise. The cameraman turns and begins to walk, slowly, cautiously in the direction of the noise. As he begins to walk the light flickers.

'There is nothing to be afraid of.'

The cameraman quickly does a three sixty spin searching for the own of the voice.

'Who...WHO'S THERE?'

Silence fills the room as the cameraman waits in anticipation for a response to his question. Slowly he begins to backpedal towards the entrance of the room.

'Where are you going? I thought you came to get some footage for your boss?'

'N...No...thanks.'

The cameraman reaches the door and turns to open it. His right hand grabs a hold of the knob and turns it to the right. Slowly the large metallic door opens. Out of nowhere a hand slams onto the door slamming it shut. The cameraman turns around, and gasps as his face is inches from the face of person, the thing that won't allow him to leave.

'S...S...SHA...SHAWN?'

'In the flesh.'

A sick smirk crawls across his face as he slowly slides his right hand from the cool surface of the metallic door.

'Ah...The cool...cold feeling of nothing. It makes the blood that runs through my body tingle in excitement. There are a few things in life that get a man like me excited. Pain, agony, torture, the high pitched screaming of my opponent, and their family/friends when I make them a bloody mess, and Jasmine, my new bitch, but that... that one instance was almost orgasmic.'

Shawn Starr gazes off. A smile grows on his face, and his cold, dark eyes twinkle in delight.

'Man you are sick.'

Starr's daze is abruptly ended. Shawn snaps his head and angrily stares at the cameraman. The cameraman jumps back slightly out of fear and runs into the large metallic door behind him, causing a loud 'THUMP'.

'And now at Wrestlefest, the feeling will continue. John Sands.... The unlucky name drawn. TV Title. Just you two, and Myself fighting it out for the sake of pain and punishment. Are you as excited as I am? Just think about it. I am being given the right to do whatever I want to either one of you, at anytime I want to do it! I'm salivating just thinking about the possibilities.'

Shawn Starr puts his arm over the cameraman's shoulder and winks at him. They begins to walk back into the darkness of the room, away from the door, Starr slightly pulling the cameraman along.

'I think it's time the camera is turned off, and you should call anyone you live with to tell them you will be home late.'

Confused the cameraman looks at Shawn Starr and asks....' Where are you taking me to?'

Starr doesn't look at the cameraman, or acknowledge his question. The two just continue to walk into the darkness. The camera begins to static in and out until it completely goes out.

FUUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

FUUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ....FUZZZ ....FUZZZ....FUZ

The static slowly fades away, and the distorted picture is returned to normal, however the scenery which was last seen is not the same scenery that is scene now. The humming of water heaters....gone. The dark musky room...gone. The cracked cement floor....gone. The camera pans around a plain white tiled room. There appears to be no windows, no doors, no way in, no way out.

The tiles are pearl white, and look like they are brand new, or have recently been washed to perfection. There is not a single solitary spec of dirt on them anywhere. The cameraman begins to walk towards the pearl white tiled wall. He reaches the wall and gently places his hand upon its surface. With his hand gliding across its smooth glossy exterior the cameraman walks around the circled room of white. After finding nothing, he stops and drops to his knees. The sounds of sobbing is picked up by the camera, as the cameraman begins to weep.

'WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME! I WAS JUST TRYING TO DO MY JOB! I NEVER SIGNED UP FOR THIS! PLEASE LET ME GO HOME TO MY FAMILY!'

A knocking sound stops the bantering of complete hysteria, by the cameraman. The cameraman jumps at the sound of the knocking and frantically searches for where it is coming from. He drops the camera on the floor, giving a upside down view of the cameraman and the room, and runs around in circles touching all over the pearl white tiled wall looking for something, anything to find out what the knocking is, and where it is coming from.

'HELP!!! HELP!!! IF YOU CAN HEAR ME FOR GOD'S SAKE GET ME SOME HELP AND GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!'

The cameraman circles around the round, pearl white, tiled room on last time before dropping back down to his knees on the floor. All of a sudden the wall behind him slides open, behind the rest of the wall, and a opening is found. The cameraman hurriedly picks up his camera. He stands, turns, and is met face to face with a lovely latinia bombshell Jasmine. Dressed in a long elegant white dress, her hair up in a perfect ponytail, and her amazing hazel eyes shine as she gently places her left index finger in the center of the cameraman's chest, and slowly walks him back into the round, pearl white, tiled room, with a seductive look on her face.

'And just where do you think you are heading?'

Jasmine smiles at the cameraman, and he meekly smiles back at the beautiful Latina.

'I...I..was....wasn't going anywhere.'

'I know you weren't.'

A soft, yet stern voice echos throughout the room. The cameraman turns to see Shawn Starr stepping into the room from the same entrance that Jasmine entered from. The cameraman's eyes widen as Starr drapes his left arm across Jasmine's petite shoulders. Shawn turns and looks at Jasmin, who smiles widely at him, then turns his attention back to the cameraman. Shawn removes his arm from Jasmine's shoulders and walks over towards the cameraman. The cameraman takes one step backwards as Starr reaches him. Starr places his right arm around the cameraman, and the entrance slowly begins to close. The cameraman looks up at Shawn in fear. Shawn doesn't even notice the cameraman's look as they slowly begins to walk around the room.

'Pure. Unblemished. Unscaved. Undiscovered. Unknown. Incomprehensible. Incomparable. All those words, are used to describe many men in USPW, but do the people who use those words really understand their meanings? Do they really understand what they stand for? Or are they just throwing those meaningful words around like everyday cliche's to be used on any flash in the pan, here today gone today Johnny come lately??

The cameraman, with a confused look on his face looks up at Shawn Starr. Again Starr continues to look forward, ignoring the cameraman, as they proceed on their circling of the room.

'Look around you. The pureness of this atmosphere. The cleansing feeling of being here, alone, no way in, no way out. Just you and the clean pureness of the pearl white tiles gleaming in the light. It's almost euphoric. Then the ability not to have corners or points, but a complete circle to walk around, again, and again, and again. Just like life. But just like in life, everything ends, even the circle. You see as you look around this room, as you walk around it's complete circle, you the weak minded just look at this as a white circled room, but it is so much more. '

Starr stops, and so does the cameraman. Starr slowly lays his head back and stares up into the glaring white neon lights hanging from the ceiling. The cameraman looks up as well, but quickly looks away from the bright lights. Shawn stares into them for a little while longer before closing his Dark evil eyes.

'You see this is the circle of light. The last stop before everything ends. Before the darkness arises, and you succumb to it as it engulfs you. I warned you all, that things around here were NEVER EVER going to be the same again. You didn't listen to me. You ignored me. Laughed me off as a joke. So now I am left no other options. For far too long I have been overlooked. For far too long I have been ignored. The USPW front office wants to play there little games. They want to send out John Sands. They want to protect there company by keeping things that are rightfully mine away from me by handing other World Title shots and me a shot at a weak ass, pathetic John Sands, now don't get me wrong, I'll gladly take it. Well the USPW front office, this is all on your heads. It is all on your hands. You are sending John Sands to the slaughter house. You are putting them in a place he shouldn't be. You are the one's who ordered this poor simpleton to come find me. And so it is you who will be responsible for all that should happen. NOT I!'

Shawn Starr turns and with a sick expression on his face smirks at the cameraman. The cameraman's eyes widen in intense fear as Starr tightly grips the back of his neck. Shawn swipes his hand and knocks the camera to the floor. 'THUD....THWACK....SMACK...AHHHH!....NO NO NO....PLEASE!' These sick sounds echo throughout the room, as the camera stares at the pearl white, tiled wall. One final 'CRACK!' is heard as blood splatters on the pearl white, tiled wall. Slowly the blood oozes down the wall. Four feet walk past the camera's view. A pair of the feet stop in front of the camera's view and turn towards the wall. Starr bends down and blocks the camera's view as he looks at the blood on the wall. He stands up and walks out of view. The camera now sees that the blood that was on the wall is now smeared acrossed it, and reads.....................

WELCOME TO MY WORLD