[LOS ANGELES] (1) Sean Stevens vs. (12) MDK

[TH]

Regional semifinal matchup held at the Staples Center in Los Angeles, CA.

One fall to a finish, no time limit, all regular rules apply. Deadline is Friday, April 25th @ 11:59:59 PM EDT, give or take a second.

 

[jayshort]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Darkness. [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Complete and utter darkness. [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]As you - the viewer - [/FONT]searched your television screens for an unplugged wire or cable chord, a clapping echo and soothing voice eased your fears. Yes, you may have skipped out on paying your electric bill this month, and yes, there may be someone coming to your place of residence to shut your power off, but for the time being, as of this very moment, you still have time. [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Because this special effect was brought to you by world renowned wrestling superstar “Triple X” Sean Stevens. [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FADE: [/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Congratulations, Tenegra. You've done well for yourself. You've done better than anyone would've expected you would do, and now you have the pleasure – and bragging rights – of being the lowest seed left in the Invitational. You should be proud.”[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Stevens continued clapping, as he spoke. [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]He was wearing an all black tee with the words “I'm a King” on the front in bold white letters, army fatigue shorts, black Nike boots, and a pair of black Ray Burn sunglasses. [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: That's the good news. You ready for the bad?”[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The 'blue-eyed badass' paused, thinking it over.[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: I never liked playing the role of the angry HR Director. Being the person who pulls the employees in his office with the intentions of terminating him,” he smirked. “...or her, for that matter.[/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Shout out to the Spice Girls Reunion Tour and their spokeswoman, Lindsay Troy. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Because, see ... I don't really have any issues with you, MDK. Not yet, atleast. And, I don't know enough about you to pick apart your wrestling style, your promo style, or style of fashion. Well, not yet, atleast. And, from what I've seen thus far of you in this tournament, you get the job done, and believe it or not ... I respect you for that. F__k a seed, a seed is just a number that a group of nerds, with no lives, and no real jobs, with way too much time on his or her hands gave us. In these types of tournaments, there is no home field advantage, and when that bell sounds, all that numerical bullsh_t goes right out of the window. The person who advances is the person who's the better man...[/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]... and, that's why I hate being in this position. How do you look another man in his face – a man who you know is giving it his all, a man who you know really wants to win this thing, a man that could benefit so much from another victory in this tournament, not to mention a victory over a man who is considered one of the best wrestlers in the world pound for pound, if not the very best. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]How do you do that?[/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]You see, I've been called a lot of things in my day, MDK. And, I'd say about fifty percent of them have been true. Yes, I am a conquerer, a destroyer ... and, yeah ... for the better part of ten years, I've been that guy that has willingly stepped to the people in this industry that we were warned not to step to. I've been that guy that locked eyes with some of the baddest motherf__kers in the game, spat in their faces, and said, 'bring it on, *****.' Back then, when I was younger, that fact got me labeled as stupid. Now that I've done it successfully for well over a decade, it's become my niche. My specialty. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Go figure.[/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]But, I've also been labeled as heartless, and that couldn't be further from the truth. I'm not a man who gets pleasure out of stunting the growth of people with potential. I'm not that guy who'll go out of his way to prevent another person from succeeding, if I don't have to. I'm not insecure about my place in this industry, because I don't have to be. My career is illustrious, and my reputation is impeccable. I've done things, and seen places I never imagined I'd see, and have countless title belts to massage my ego whenever I feel like this sport takes me for granted. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]So, with that being said ... how do I tell you that you have no shot at advancing any further in this tournament? [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]That you're relieved of your duties as a competitor here? That TEAM has decided to go in another direction? How do I tell someone who, at the present time, hasn't said or done anything stupid enough to piss me off, that if he doesn't decide to bow out gracefully, he may be in for the worse beating of his professional career, let alone his life?[/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]How do you explain to a man with so much potential that he's about to step into a wrestling ring with a man who can end his life, if he chooses? [/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]MDK, I'm not here to make a bunch of idle threats. I'm not here to try and scare you off. The guy that I faced in the first round was a joke, and my second round opponent didn't even have the balls to show up. I don't think that you're a gutless coward, or a pushover, and your resume states that you're even considered to be 'the greatest superstar to ever grace a squared circle', so I need you to know and understand that I'm coming into this match, training for you as if you are a just that...”[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]He shrugged.[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: ... To hell with the fact that you're not even in my top twenty.[/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Who gives a flying f__k if I – or anyone I'm associated with – have never heard of you.[/FONT][/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]You've earned that respect.[/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]But, that also means that you're in for a night you'll never ever forget, because you don't have that luxury of being taken lightly. Anybody that has the audacity to refer to themselves as 'the greatest' will never have that privilege. So, I'm going to treat you like you're my enemy that I've known for years, like you've disrespected my wife and child, like you've pissed on my mother's grave. And, it's not because I need extra motivation to kick your teeth down your throat, but because there's not a wrestler alive that takes this sport as seriously as I do, and if you consider yourself the best, then we have a conflict of interest, because I don't think there's a wrestler on this planet that can touch me, and truthfully? ...I just don't believe that you are.”[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Stevens stuck his hand into his pocket, and pulled out a little white piece of paper and began to read it. [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]So with [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]that [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]being said, [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]I wish you the best of luck in all of your future endeavors, MDK. You were a great asset to the TEAM Invitational, and created many memorable and exciting moments, but unfortunately your time has come. TEAM greatly appreciates your participation, and values you as an asset to the tournament, however, you ran into the wrong wrestler on the wrong day, and as of right now, your little Cinderella story ends.”[/FONT][/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Trip ripped the paper in half and tossed it.[/FONT][/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And, as you exit my ring, and walk up my aisle, and you see me in the ring celebrating to my music ... Just know that I'm not happy about the things that being the best in the world require me to do. But, because I am the best, I have no choice but to do it. Are you sure you're ready to handle that burden, Danny?[/FONT][/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]I'll let you think it over. See ya around, superstar.”[/FONT][/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]... FADE TO BLACK[/FONT][/FONT]

 

[M.D.K.]

M.D.K.: “Oh how sweet, he’s thanking me.”

(M.D.K. is sitting in his hotel room with the remote control in his hand and a bottle of beer in the other. He sits with his legs outstretched and crossed on the bed as he watches the promo of Sean Stevens to build up their upcoming semi final match. He had left the search for Sally to his manager Eddie and was trying his very best to erase the fact she was missing from his mind and was trying to focus on the match at hand. Upon saying that he hadn’t done too badly so far with the fact preying on his mind; he was through to the last sixteen overall and the regional semi final where he was about to embark on a battle… a real battle against the number one seed for Los Angeles. This was the test that M.D.K. had craved since joining; the type of challenge that Harley or Hida had not provided him. M.D.K. was driven by the spirit of competition and M.D.K. had managed to crush that out of both of them before he had even stepped into the ring. The pundits were calling this a miracle run and maybe they were right; after all, M.D.K. was now the lowest seed in the entire competition but that wasn’t because they knew him, it was because they didn’t. As he kicks of his shoes to make himself more comfortable, he turns off the television with the remote, tosses it to his side and offers the camera a polite and humble smile.)

M.D.K.: “Well I guess the party is over. Gone are the days of easy fodder to pass through to the next rounds. The big boys want their playtime and I guess I should step aside like the lowly grunt that I am. Mr Stevens wants his rightful place in the final because he is the number one seed and I should just hand it over because I am the miracle kid, the lucky break and the one they don’t expect to be anything more than a glorified jobber to those well known in these parts.”

(He places his hand to his chest and appears to have a tear in his eye.)

M.D.K.: “I am grateful – humbled even that Mr Stevens is giving me the time of day from way up there on his pedestal to thank me for coming out and praising my time but as the god man says, my time is over because he and his piss poor act of self promotion need to proceed one step further to face the more than likely prospect of the Viking. I am just a humble rookie and I should know my place right? I should just accept the patronisation and the sweet, sarcastic smile roll over like a submissive mongrel and let you charm your way into the final right?”

(The camera zooms in upon M.D.K.’s face and the mock smile and the fake tear have faded leaving just the cruel sadistic sneer that anybody that truly knows M.D.K. will testify as the norm with him.)

M.D.K.: “Think again mother-fcuker.”

(He swings his legs over the bed and sits with his arms on his knees; the bottle of beer swinging precariously between his legs. He glares intently at the camera and spits his venomous words with accuracy and meaning.)

M.D.K.: “I have to admit Sean, you almost had me for a moment; just for a heartbeat I was thinking that you could be humble, honest and polite. For just a moment I believed that there was truth and goodwill in your voice but then I remembered who was uttering those words. You see the difference between you and me is that I don’t profess to be something I am not and I have done research – real research into you and the rest of my potential adversaries. I know what makes them tick, I know what they have said and done in the past and didn’t just resort to a website to get everything I know about you.”

“You see you have made you name pulling stunts like this and you have made your name in the safety and comfort of these shores. This environment poses no tests and no threats for you while I have scoured the globe and travelled from federation to federation and defeated people from all walks of life to achieve a status that not many people ever accomplish. I have won titles from companies that know not of another place’s existence. I have not relied of large groups to feed wherever I go and don’t rely on everybody to cater to me and wipe my arse. Sure I am regarded as great, greatest or Optimus ****ing Prime whatever the web-guys choose to put me down as but that is because I have gone out there, electrified the masses and attained lunatic highs and standing ovations wherever I graced and that is why I am regarded as great. So you haven’t heard of me, big fcuking deal; are you the be all and end all of the entire industry? No and as you freely admit in your wonderful journey of U-turns and backtracking, who does give a fcuk whether you have heard of me or not? I know I don’t and neither does the viewing public because your opinion is… bollocks.”

(M.D.K. looks down and has dropped the half full bottle of beer onto the carpet and across his sock-clad feet. He grabs the box of tissues from the side of the bed and begins to mop it up. He scrunches up the tissues and leaves them on the bedside cabinet before looking up at the camera.)

M.D.K.: “Of course I don’t mean that your opinion is actually bollocks; just a little obsolete to the matter at hand. A harsher man would say that if he wished to hear from an arsehole he would have farted but alas I am not that harsher man Steven, I am a man that knows you have felt the exhilaration of the lunatic highs and felt the roar of the crowd prick up the hairs on the back of your neck. I have been in that boat Steven and I know that you know that deep down that this will be your toughest bout as well as your final bout.”

“Finally, somebody has the balls to step up and spout your mouth off to me and for that I applaud you. The mortal and the Jap didn’t get that far and to finally encounter somebody with the guile and ability to form a coherent sentence in my general direction is almost awe-inspiring.”

(He gives a wink to the camera.)

M.D.K.: “Note I said almost. That is the optimum word right there.”

(He slips off his soggy socks and throws aside. He stands up and walks towards the mini-bar where he withdraws another bottle of beer. He opens it and takes a long draw before continuing.)

M.D.K.: “You see I hear the words escape your lips of you thanking me, wishing me well and trying to hit the David Brent like Office bullsiht and just… well missing the point. It possibly convinced yourself that victory is inevitable but aside from backstage politics being played I can’t help but feel as though your defeat is on the cards. You see I am intense; I have the heart, the drive and the integrity to go on and continue to prove the critics wrong by carving through you in the way I did to the mute members of this tournament.”

“The question is to you though Steven; how will you cope when you have such a low grade mother fcuker with everything to gain and nothing to lose runs over you in the same way he did against those that didn’t speak, fight back or have the balls to stand up for themselves? How are you going to feel when your high grade name if driven into the mud and forgotten as I ensure that you totally and utterly INFERIOR against me?”

(He stares intently at the camera as the door of his room opens and Eddie Simmons – his manager and mentor – walks into the room and looks at M.D.K. standing by the mini-bar with a bottle of beer in his hand.)

M.D.K.: “Any news?”

Eddie: “Nothing as yet buddy. Sorry man. How did the shoot go?”

M.D.K.: “Well I think. I got **** off of my chest and addressed the situation as best as I could.”

(Eddie looks across the room and sees the scrunched up tissues by the side of his bed. He looks away in disgust.)

Eddie: “Oh man you could at least tidy up if you are going to do that sort of thing in here!”

M.D.K.: “What?”

(M.D.K. also looks over at the tissues and smiles.)

M.D.K.: “Oh that’s not what it looks like!”

Eddie: “Look just because Sally is nowhere to be found you don’t need to start that yet!”

(Eddie goes out the room and M.D.K. follows him.)

M.D.K..: “Eddie! It’s not that!”

(The scene fades out to static.)

 

[jayshort]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]A[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]m I being Punk'd?” a voice asked. “Ashton?...” he called out. [/FONT]The scene opened with professional wrestling superstar, Sean 'Triple X' Stevens knocking on the camera's lens. This – of course – causes the camera to shake, which leads to an unprofessional shot, but on this day, the 'Blue-Eyed Badass' could care less. He was not only shocked and appalled...[/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Demi?[/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Somebody?”[/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif].... anybody?”[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]... the EPW 2007 Wrestler of the Year was literally befuddled. [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]FADE: [/FONT]It was a peaceful, starry night. [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Triple X leaned against his hotel room's balcony, in a pair of 'True Religion' designer jeans, a white 'V-neck' tee, and a pair of two hundred and fifty dollar black [FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]– Marc Jacobs – sunglasses [/FONT]with white trim around the edges. [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: “I take back every good thing I said about you, you talentless, overrated, ungrateful little *****. I take back the done-to-death respect factor, I take back the compliments, and more than anything ... I apologize for addressing you like you were a normal human being, with a functioning brain, especially since your last promo made it clear as crystal that you could probably benefit from a few trips on the little yellow bus, conversing with people your speed.”[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]The 'Blue-Eyed Badass' smirked, that is, until he thought about his last insult, and how certain mentally challenged wrestlers may not comprehend the point. [/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]His initial humor turned into seriousness as he began to stare a hole into the camera.[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: ... and, I hope you know that that means I'm implying that you're retarded. But, I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]W[/FONT]here should I even begin with you, MDK? [/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]I mean, there's so much that I can say. I suppose I could start by asking you what in the hell a [/FONT]
[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]mother-f-cucker is. Originally, I chalked it up to your emotions making you nervous, causing you to slip up on national television, but when you call somebody something three-or-four times, it kinda becomes pretty obvious that you're either dealing with a bad case of dyslexia, or trying to create your own word. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]But, I digress...[/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]I could also start with your ridiculous boasts at studying me. Talking to me like you know what it's like to be in the ring with me, because your tapes told ya so. I guess the funniest part about your whole cliché 'I studied your every move' spiel was the fact that in all of your hours of footage, nobody informed you that my name is Sean. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]That is, unless this Steven guy you were referring to is another opponent, in another really important tournament, with all the best wrestlers from all different circuits competing for one trophy.[/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif].... and, you got confused.”[/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Which clearly makes a lot of sense now that we know you.[/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Steven?[/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]I've got about ten nicknames ... were there too many? Did they throw you off? Sh_t, you could've simply called me 'X', and you would've saved yourself some embarrassment. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Do yourself a favor, kid ... don't tell anybody else you've studied them if you don't have the mental capacity to remember their name. Because, it makes you look foolish. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Kinda like you look now.”[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Trip shrugged.[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: [/FONT][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And, then to top it all off, you have the audacity to try and play the sympathy card ... the 'Everybody doubts me card' ... the whole 'Seeding is nothing but a bunch of numerical bullsh_t' card. Basically repeating every single point that I made in the first half of that promo that I cut [/FONT]rrrriiiiiiiggggghhhhhtttt before yours. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Or were you not listening?”[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Stevens paused, awaiting a response.[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]TRIPLE X: Personally, I'd go with option A – the one that says you're about as dumb as a box of rocks, but then again, I'm a bit biased. You see, you'd like to go into this match as the underdog, because going into this match as a nobody gives you an advantage that you'd otherwise not have. You want me overconfident, so that there's a possibility that I will make a mistake big enough for you to capitalize on and continue your whole Cinderella song-and-dance. But, not only am I better looking than you, but I'm a better wrestler, and I'm much smarter. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif][FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]You don't get anymore respect from me. You don't get the benefit of being a wrestler that I have zero problems with. D[/FONT]on't think for one single, solitary second that you have the ability to get to me or make me mad, because I'm far from pissed. More than anything, your random act of idiocy did nothing more than annoy the **** out of me. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]Your blatant disrespect for the things that I have done, and the places that I have been have put you in a position that you won't be able to talk your way out of.[/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]You're damn right you're in for a fight. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]You're damn right everybody that you've ever faced up until now was the minor leagues compared to me. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]And, just know that when you and I step into that ring, I will scratch and claw until I get what I want. [/FONT]

“[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]I guess I'm a bit spoiled, MDK. But, I have yet to meet the man to change anything. And, you'll be the next person placed on that extremely long grocery list of people who couldn't measure up.[/FONT]

[FONT=Tahoma, sans-serif]... FADE TO BLACK[/FONT]