WFW Scars & Stripes: Silver/Gideon vs. Psycho/Hart

[PaulNJ21]

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jun-29-03 AT 12:30 PM (EST)]This match is a Partners Incredible Match where people who are usually enemies tag team up together against another pair of enemies which was made popular in Mexico. The RP deadline is July 3rd 11:59 PM. Send all angles to PaulNJ21@aol.com

Ultimate Jeopardy Rules:

If Gideon pins Hart, he gets his shot at Doc.
If Psycho pins Doc, he gets a shot at him that night.
If Doc pins Psycho, Psycho doesn't get his rematch.
If Gideon pins Psycho, Psycho picks the stipulation for his match with Gideon
If Shawn Hart pins Gideon, he'll take Tiny's spot for one month.
If Shawn Hart pins Doc, he gets to name the stipulation for his match at the PPV

 

[Methos17]

(Richard Gideon sits as the camera fades in in Front of the WFW banner. A Buffalo Bills jacket seems to obscure the fact is he in fact still in his gear at about 4 a.m. Gideon looks over to Mike the Cameraman filming him, and begins to speak, almost hoarse as he does so)

Richard Gideon: Just another day in the life of "The System". Have the win in the palm of my hands...and BOOM! What was once a C.O.C.K.S.-less encounter, is now swimming with the blighters...what can ya do but laugh right? Right? WRONG! Hart, you beat me, EL CODO EXPLOSIVO, got the duke, e-yada and so forth. Two times in a row now you've been able to pin my shoulders to the mat for three seconds. Sure I'd love to blame it on Diablo, or Tiny's foul stench. But it was you. You got the pin, not them. And since we're coming up on a match where enemies are both across the ring and in your corner at Stars and Stripes, I got myself a little question...Can you make it three?

For three seconds Shawn, for the third time in three months, can you pin me to the mat? I don't think you can. Honestly I hope you can't, I don't know....so much I don't know...so much (shakes head)...bad Richard, bad Richard...there is something I do know....(Chuckling)Psycho, my off kilter compadre seems to be about..I'd say 10 lbs lighter. Told you I owed ya...Ask Doc what I whispered to him on the way down..."Tell Psycho we're even" and with a yank of the title and a drop to the mat, you became street pizza of a most famous kind: one that got smatched into oblivion on PPV. Maybe Hart and co. do have things right when they add their own special sauce to matches? Nah, the life of a rulebreaker doesn't suit me like that title didn't suit you. Learn from it, move on. I have.

(Gideon starts to cough and then rattles a little, then looks into the camera with the eyes of a man possessed)

Gideon: And that leaves only you, the Good Doctor, WFW World Heavyweight Champion again. For all my posturing, you took that belt, I didn't give it to you. But one thing I will take in our Scars and Stripes "Partners Incredible Match" is your corner. Last time we four were in a ring together two of us nearly died and one cost the other the championship. Five hours ago...in the ring that was there, or what's left of it, two of us nearly died, and one cost the other the belt. It seems the four of us have been portended to go round and round. This time, I'm a little wiser, a little banged up and in dire need of tearing the house down. So Doctor, are you going to focus your hatred on a snot nosed rookie or are you going to ball up and help me show these guys who the top dogs are?

As always, I await your replies...and if I don't get em, its YOUR own fault...

 

[Methos17]

The Challenge

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jun-25-03 AT 02:18 PM (EST)](The scene is picturesque Buffalo New York, at Ralph Wilson stadium. In the stands sits Richard Gideon, alone. Looking around the famed stadium, he breathes in deeply and closes his eyes. Eventually, he opens them again, looking directly at the camera some 3 rows away)

Richard Gideon: Well, since no one decided to answer the call, I'm going to listen to the sound of my own voice for a wee bit longer. I've come back home, back to wonderful Buffalo to speak to the WFW fans and to the people participating with me in my tag match at Scars and Stripes. First off, to my fans. Many of you have written in and asked if I've hit the hump, finally run into the part of wrestling where rookie mistakes will cost any further advancement.

(Gideon pauses for a second)

Gideon: In all honesty, I think I did. During that match with Hart, I should have paid more attention to him and not his C.O.C.K.S. But as they say life goes on and so shall I. In this tag match, I'll have a partner in Doc Silver. Many of my fans have wondered will I actually cooperate with him. Well, as any good football coach will tell you, when you're down in a game, you go for a score, any score...be it a field goal or touchdown. I'm not in the position I thought I would be, and as a result I'm not going to make the rookie mistake of "taking on the world" by myself. I have nothing to lose in this match except pride, and when that is all you have, you get darn possessive. So Doc, don't you worry about me, I'll be there to pull my weight and to be your PARTNER, not your opponent.

(Gideon seats himself and ponders a second, then begins to speak again)

Gideon: In fact, I have an idea that may spice up this volatile tag match. Let's make this sucker an ultimate jeopardy Partners Incredible Match. Hart, I pin you, I get your shot at Doc. Psycho pins Doc, he gets a shot at him that night. Doc pins Psycho, Psycho doesn't get his rematch. And if you pin me Psycho, you pick the stip and I'll face you in it. You beat me Shawn, I'll take Tiny's spot for one month. At this point, like I said, pride is all I have left. So who's in? Who wants a tumble with fate, and see if she's there the next morning, or just a fleeting memory?

(Gideon smiles and sits back in his chair)

Gideon: I doubt anyone will take up on this, so I figured I'd air it out anyway. Who knows, maybe the B.O.D will like the idea and add it in....if not, no biggie. However, I have to prove to myself I deserve the spot I have been given. I can't afford to lose this match Doc...I'm counting on that arrogant S.O.B. that beat Psycho to show up, and not the kitten that was mauled in the four way. And if you don't see this Rookie Sensation is firing on all cylinders...it's your own fault!

 

[ShawnHartXXX]

The #1 Contender SPEAKS!!

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jun-27-03 AT 12:32 PM (EST)](Fade In: To a locker room as we see none other than the TOP contender to the WFW's heavyweight championship, Shawn Hart, taping his hands in preparation for the intense training session he's about to take part in. As he finishes up with his left hand, he then makes it into a fist and pounds it into his right palm. He then grins approvingly and looks towards the cam...)

Hart: "Y'know... the worlds of professional wrestling and boxing, despite some very basic similarities, are two entirely different demons. But after pondering all the latest happenings right here in WFW... as relates to your truly, I can't help but think back to last saturday's Vitali Klitschko/Lennox Lewis fight. You see, since WFW emerged onto the wrestling scene a few months back, the Phenom's had his shots at that world heavyweight title on more than one occasion... each time comin' up juuuuuuust a bit short. Hooowever, jus' like the esteemed Mr. Klitschko did with Lewis, I may have lost those matches officially, but in the eyes of the fans... hell, in the eyes of EVERYBODY who's ANYBODY in this business, the PHENOM stole the show!!!"

(Hart rubs his hands together, then takes a swig from a water bottle at his side. He continues on...)

Hart: "Jus' look at the tournament finals. Doc Silver, Michael Manson, and ME, El Hooombre Maaagnificoooo in the FLESH, in a 3-way dance. You can flap your yap about how Silver pinned me all you want, but if it hadn't been for Rat Bastard interfering, the contest would've continued and the DEFENDER of RIGHTEOUSNESS, the people's choice, your friendly neighborhood PHENOM, WITHOUT QUESTION... would have prevailed!! Now, you can say I'm blowin' smoke here, but the fact of the matter is that while Manson was busy doin' a one-legged ape dance outside the ring, I was in there FIGHTING. Fast forward to Cherry Blossom Chaos and you'll find that NOT ONLY was I one of the final men in the bout, but that it was ME who PINNED the aformentioned Doctor, eliminating the champ from the match. In a standard contest, your lookin' at Shawn Hart as the new world's heavyweight champion right there! But nonetheless, say what you want about *makes quotations with his hands* 'official results', Doc Silver... you may have the strap, but wether you like it or not, the ooooonliest TRUE and deserving champion is me, JACKHOLE!! At CBC in the D.C. and in the innaugural title torunament finals, I stole the show... but this time around the belt's mine too. Call it an OUTRAGE, call it a MOCKERY, you can bet your ass... it's the TRUTH!! DEAL!!"

(Shawn closes his locker up, then gets to his feet. He takes a few phantom swings, then looks back into the camera...)

Hart: "Which brings me to the other two participants in this lil' warm-up of sorts. First of all, Psycho, despite what happened the last time we were in a ring together, and despite the fact that you couldn't muster up enough SACK to survive even one title defense, I still respect you. That being said, it'll be my pleasure to let you latch on to my unparalelled drawing power and ride that tidal wave to a bigger main event cut! Speaking of which, Gideon.. if you're enjoying your time in the spotlight, I'd highly suggest you keep yourself off my nerves. I promised a fair fight last week, and a fair fight I gave until you saw fit to bring a chair into the mix. But what can I say, you paid the price for your miscalculations. NOBODY screws over the C.O.C.K.S., kiddo!! And for those who think they can, well... we all saw what happens. You talk about how maybe you should've kept your eye on the ball and paid more attention to the C.O.C.K.S., but who do you think you're foolin'? Richie, aaaaaaall the boys in the back know that you can't get enough of those C.O.C.K.S.!! The bigger they are, the moooore you like 'em! Heck, that's why everybody's afraid to shower with you! But alas, I digress... the point I'm trying to make here, Richie-boy, is that if you wanna keep that spot you have, you best remove yourself from the wrong end of this short temper. I got more tricks up my sleeve than the bishop Don Magic Juan, buddy-boy, and believe you me... you keep stickin' your neck in my business, I'll keep busting them out 'til your down for the count! Silver, that goes for you too, bub... Cuz rest assured... when we hook up on PPV, that belt's comin' home, at loooooong last, to the waist of Shawn Hart! But that's a tale for another day... as for right now, I've got work to do. The PHENOM... has left... the building!!"

(Fade to black.)

 

[PaulNJ21]

RE: The Challenge

(OORP

The Ultimate Jeopardy match is interesting, you left out the outcome of Hart beating Doc, what should we do in that case?



Paul

 

[Methos17]

RE: The Challenge

(OORP

I wasn't sure If the BOD would be cool with if Hart wins he gets the title OR he gets the title match @ the PPV with the stips of his choosing, so I was going to wait n see what the responses were then kinda throw one or the other in. Which one would you say would be better storyline wise? I was leaning on the latter, but if I remember my ult jeopardy tag matches correctly from other matches of it I've seen the title stip would be big too. Whichever one you think is cool, lemme know and I'll RP it in tonight when I get back from work.

Rich

 

[Methos17]

RE: The #1 Contender SPEAKS!!

(The Camera fades in to a WFW ring. In the ring toils Richard Gideon, sweat dropping as he performs each move. Panting, unable to move, he drops in the center of the ring, spent. He slowly rises after the moment, and continues again. And again. This continues for about another 15 minutes before he notices the camera. He points the the locker room, and the camera fades out again. A few seconds later it fades in to Gideon seated in a pair of shorts and a Buffalo Football T-shirt. He smiles and begins to speak)

Richard Gideon: Well, after listening to this *taps a videotape nearby* I guess I should respond to Shawn's...interesting comments. First, you say that you beat Doc Silver, but *officially* he is the champion. Let's say you prove that. I've already sent in a formal request to the BOD, that the tag match be under ultimate jeopardy rules, so how bout if you sooo sure you can beat the good Doctor now of all times...you get the belt. And at the PPV your rematch with Doc is under your stipulations? Tempted? I think you are. A fool? I don't think so. So what do you say Shawn? I've already outlined everyone else's risk brought to the table, but I don't think they'll agree. You I think you will. You I know you will. Why? Because in the long run, if you win the title like this, in a tag match...showing up two contenders instead of one...and then go on to the PPV and face Doc Silver with YOU as the WFW Champ...popping buyrates and whatnot...yeah, that's got Shawn Hart written all over it.

(Gideon smiles a bit broader and locks eyes with Hart's locker. He walks over to it and talks, almost at it, as if he is visualizing Hart there)

Gideon: So will you accept Shawn? Will you take the Super Rookie's challenge? But remember, if I beat YOU, it'll be me who goes on to the PPV. It will be me disproving my newfound doubting Thomases on the internet and in this room. This room where the rumors are spread and respect is given to those who deserve it. I will be the one to right the losses he's been given. I will be the one to prove the hype isn't fabricated. And I will be the FIRST WFW Champion to defend his title successfully. These things you can take to the bank today. In (looks at watch) a week or so...at Scars and Stripes I will enact part one of this concerto. At the PPV Part TWO goes into effect...and come my defense, which I hope to God I face you Shawn. I hope I get to show you why I am the rookie sensation and you're a has been. It's knuckle up or shut up time and I am knuckling up.

(Gideon walks a little ways towards the back of the locker room. He stops suddenly and whips his head back to the camera)

Gideon: And don't you think I have forgotten about you either Psycho. Pray to your god that I will have mercy, because if you pray to my God he won't listen. I have bled here, I have cried here and in the short time I've wrestled for the WFW I have given nothing short of my best. Sometimes I won, others I lost. But I will not lose at Scars and Stripes. If not losing means I have to let Doc beat one of you two, I will. If not losing means I have to System Failure one of you two from the top to the floor I will do it. And if that means that my hair, my face, my very body is covered in my own blood or someone else's...I will do it. I've come so close...so close Psycho...at the battle royale I won with the aid of rain and a misttimed clothesline...at the tag match I won with my skill...and I drew in my title match because my body would not work anymore...

(Gideon stands next to Doc Silver's locker which reads WFW Champion)

Gideon: ...and this time I will not succumb to rookie miscues, I can't. Potential must be realized and my must raise my game. And in order to do that...I gotta team with you Doc. The man I hoped to make a name off of beating. Though the WFW Books have you being beaten by Hart, my legbar was what made you succumb to unconsciousness. Doesn't matter, none of that does anymore. I WAS the number one contender, I WAS a participant in the first WFW PPV Main Event...and I WAS eliminated. Now, I AM your partner. Doc, when you stretch your body to tag me in, I'll be there. When they are trying for a double team...I'll be there to bail you out. Not because I want to be the one to save the "Great Doc Silver" but because I have to pull my weight. When my gamble pays off, I'm facing you for the WFW Belt. Again. But I'll cross that bridge when its there. For now I am concentrating on two things: not letting my fans down...and not letting our team down. Though we have our "philosophical differences", though we don't see eye to eye, for one night, for one match we have to. The letter's been sent and I think the board will agree. And if this is an Ultimate Jeopardy Partner's Incredible Match, all of us have something to lose. Believe me when I say if anyone is taking that belt from you again its me...so that means come Scars and Stripes, we walk out with the W. Bottom line, at Scars and Stripes....we'll be the only team to walk out.

And that's the Pure Truth From the Rook that can Cook...and if anyone doesn't see that this match is going to bring the WFW Bar up a few notches...it's your own fault!

(Fade to white)

 

[ShawnHartXXX]

Answering The Call.

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jun-30-03 AT 01:44 PM (EST)](Earlier today, World's Finest Wrestling's very own Black Rose conducted an exclusive telephone interview with 'The Phenom' Shawn Hart. Here now is that interview, in which Hart discusses a variety of topics, INCLUDING: off-day activities, his thoughts on sex and violence in the media, and perhaps most importantly of all, the challenge extended to him, as well as the other men involved in the big tag team match-up at Scars and Stripes, by one Richard Gideon! Listen, and enjoy as Hart soothes us all with his sweet, silky voice...)

Black Rose: "Alright everybody, good evening, and welcome to this very special telephone interview, exclusive to WFW's BRAND NEW home on the world wide web! I'm Black Rose, and despite the recent difficulties I've encountered when trying to get a word with the man, it's my privelege and honor to bring you all the man who recently defeated Richard Gideon to become the #1 contender to the WFW title, 'The Phenom' Shawn Hart!! Shawn, how ya doin'?"

Hart: "Hello?"

Black Rose: "Yeah Shawn, we're here buddy... and the tape is rolling!"

Hart: "Yeah, I'm gonna need an order of the Kung Pao chicken, uhh... some egg rolls..."

Black Rose: "Shawn, this isn't a chinese resturaunt, this is Black Rose. We were scheduled to do an interview here over the phone..."

Hart: "I know who you are... jackhole. I'm just giving you my demands."

Black Rose: "Demands?!"

Hart: "You didn't think I was gonna do this for free, did you? Anyhow, like I was sayin'... I'm gonna need that stuff, the first season of Fantasy Island on DVD, and uhh.... ...I think that'll do it."

Black Rose: "Wellll, I'll see what I can do about that, Shawn, but right now..."

Hart: "Oh!! And that chick from David Letterman with those creeeeeeeepy bug-eyes!!"

Black Rose: "Excuse me?"

Hart: "You know, the one who does the phone commercials?"

Black Rose: "Oooooh.. Right, right. I dunno if we can swing that one, but uhh... I'm curious, what do you want with her?"

Hart: "That smokin' hot bod, brah. That smokin' hot bod..."

Black Rose: "Rrrrrrright, well anyway, Shawn, we thank you for joining us on your day off here. In fact, to kick things off, why don't you tell the fans out there what the Phenom likes to do with himself in his spare time... on a day like today when nothing's on the calendar..."

Hart: "Well right now I'm watching this thing on E! about Vegas Showgirls. MAN that chick has a nice (FCC)!!"

Black Rose: "That's not gonna make final cut, Shawn..."

Hart: "Are you kidding me?! I can't say (FCC)?!!"

Black Rose: "Not on the web site, I'm afraid."

Hart: "Come to think of it, I didn't even know we had a web site!"

Black Rose: "Well, we do."

Hart: "Well answer me this then, smart guy, what would one type in the little box thingy to get there?"


Black rose: "Well you can't exactly... er.... what I mean to say is uhh..."

Hart: "What's that?"

Black Rose: "It's in development."

Hart: "In development, eh? I wasn't born yesterday, kiddo. C'mon now, admit it... you just wanted to talk to me."

Black Rose: "Moooooving right along.."

Hart: "Whoa, whoa, whoa... hold up there, bub. Let ME ask YOU a question..."

Black Rose: "What's that?"

Hart: "You like watching football?"

Black Rose: "Ummm, sure... why do you ask?"

Hart: "Well I know how you like those TIGHT ENDS, would you like me to be your Frank Wycheck?!"

Black Rose: "Good grief..."

Hart: "Awwwwwww!! Come on now, Rosey!! I'm just fluffin' your nuts a bit. Why don't you skip the B.S. and get to the real reason you guys have called me."

Black Rose: "There is one thing I think everybody out there, myself included, would really like to know..."

Hart: "Shoot."

Black Rose: "A couple days ago, the man you defeated to get your shot at Doc Silver's title, Richard Gideon, issued a challenge to you and..."

Hart: "Nope."

Black Rose: "Nope?"

Hart: "Not gonna discuss it."

Black Rose: "So you're afraid of losing your shot at..."

Hart: "Hoooooooooooooooold the phones!! Who said I was afraid?!"

Black Rose: "Well, just going off what you said I was assuming that..."

Hart: "Listen up, cuz I'm only gonna say this once... Richard Gideon is about as scaaaaaary as Wishbone the wiener dog. But the reality of the situation is that you don't get into the pay-per-view main event by trying to strong arm your way into favorable stipulations that'll give you the shot. I mean think about it, here's a guy who's got nuthin' to lose... and eeeeeeverything to gain! What have I got to gain, hmmm Rosey?"

Black Rose: "How about the respect of the fans for laying it all on the line?"

Hart: "Respect?! BAH... I'll respect my foot up your ass, nnnnndaddio!! And when I'm done with you, I'll smash Gideon over the head like a mole in a carnival game. Friggin' hell... Gideon wants to up the stakes? Huh? Is that what you want, rook? I'll tell you what, the idea of you having to serve as my personal assistant is mildly intriguing, but if ya really wanna wet my whistle, I'll do you one better. Seeing as how I have so much to lose, why don't we up the stakes a bit in the event that I win. Here's the deal... Gideon, I pin you and not ooooooooonly will you be my personal b(FCC)h for a month, but you'll have to do so while wearing a dress!! Scratch that, not just a dress, but the make-up, the jewelry, the silky undergarments, with yer hair done up all pretty like Brooke Shields, the WHOLE 9 yards! Agree to that, and THEN we can talk, but until that point comes, I don't wanna hear one word about it!"

Black Rose: "Wow! So you're saying you'll do it under those conditions?"

Hart: "Come on now, brah... he'll never go for it. All his talkin' n' squawkin' aside, dude doesn't have the cajones to risk so much. Besides, we all know that Richard Gideon likes to wear fancy evening gowns anyway. If he accepted, everyone would know the truth about his funky fashion fetish. But if he wants to talk turkey and get this thing done, that's what it will take. Leeeest we forget this isn't my decision and mine alone. Homeboy might think he can tell everyone what to do, but I'd like to hear what Psycho and the good Doctor have to say about it."

Black Rose: "And if they accept?"

Hart: "Then the ball's in Gideon's court, he knows what must be done. Hell, either way, the whole thing's a moot point. Cuz when Scars and Stripes rolls around, I'm gonna beat on them worse than I beat on myself after watchin' that chick strip in a martini glass."

Black Rose: "WHAT?!"

Hart: "Last monday on TNN, did you catch it?"

Black Rose: "TNN, huh? So THAT means you must've been watching..."

Hart: "CSI. I'm a big fan."

Black Rose: "Rrrrrright, well... I think we've touched on everything we need to, Shawn. Anything you want to say to your opponents before we check out?"

Hart: "Alright, the meat n' potatoes of the situation is this... Ultimate Jeopardy or not, at the next show, I'm fixin' to rip into a couple of wancy-pants posie boys like I ain't never done so before. Doc Silver... Gideon... in case you're too slow to grasp what's goin' down, I'm talkin' about you. As for Psycho, he and Silver both can say whatever they want about Shortcut Stevie's little proposal. Regardless of what they say, I will NOT be deterred! I'm in town to kick some ass next week, and no amount of wheelin' n' dealin's gonna stop me! Call it an OUTRAGE, call it a MOCKERY, call it Richina Gideon struttin' about in Victoria's Secret's spring line if you want. In the end, it's the TRUTH! And the TRUTH of the matter is that as far as the world title's concerned, there's only ONE GUY in this company who will EVER be worthy of such distinction, and that, my friends, is me! The PHENOM has spoken..."

Black Rose: "Big words from an even bigger man, fans. Shawn Hart, thanks again for your time..."

Hart: "I'll get back to you about Wycheck. How's Shannon Sharpe if I can't deliver?"

Black Rose: "..and we'll see you at Scars and Stripes!!"

(End interview.)

 

[Devil666]

(The camera opens on Psycho. His eyes stare back from behind his mask. The location is unknown and surrounding unclear. He's sitting down in a steel folding chair under what little light is in the room)

Psycho: Well congrats Doc. You couldn't pin me...you couldn't make me submit. You couldn't get one of your cohorts to help you steal the belt, but somehow for reasons I'm not sure of you walked away with my title. You escaped the boudries of I guess an invisable cage. I mean hell I hit that floor first...that doesn't count as escaping the cage? Ah, you got what you wanted Doc. You got the belt without actually earning it. Good for you, but should you even show up for this match which I'm sure you'll consider very beneath you...well I guess I'll get one more shot at you.

(Psycho laughs for a moment and keeps his smile as he turns looks into the camera again)

Psycho: I can only imagine the look on your face when you got the booking sheet on this one Doc. Stuck in a tag-team match with a rookie partner facing the two biggest challengers to your title. Man the expression alone should be on pay-per-view. Much as I dislike Shawn Hart at least I didn't get the short end of the stick on this match. I'm stuck with yet one more guy...well that you just can't beat. You know Shawn...I now know how you felt not getting physically beat for the title, but Doc still walking away with it. It does suck and I'm sure he'll find away to screw you from that piece of gold too. Looks like we both have a great chance to step in the ring and get a few kicks in on good old Doc.

(He smiles at the pleasent thought as he slightly leans forward)

Psycho: Ah, but the rook wants to up the stakes doesn't he. Wants to make this match actually interesting on our behalf. Look Richie you go right ahead. I'll agree to the deal after all what do I really have to lose over what I can gain. A title shot can always be earned...after all I get in the ring and actually put shoulders to the mat, but you...well you might just have face me in a match were I name the stips? Are you sure you want to do that? Because I promise...I promise you this. That if I get to pick the stips of a match between us...well the commish will have a sleepless night before he agrees to that. Imagine...my very own choice.

(He scratches his head in thought for a moment)

Psycho: Thumbtacks, barbed-wire, mousetraps, cactus, scorpions, weedwackers, oh and my persoanl favorite...dry ice. These are all things I've stepped in the ring and had my body scarred with. Had my mind tortured in pain with. Is that really a situation you want to put yourself into. It might mess up that pretty boy face of yours. (laughs) because should that happen...should that happen...well I will be all too pleased to do that. Do that and plenty more. after all just look at what I did to Doc. Nobody will think about that match and remember him winning the title. They'll just remember ME jumping from that cage. They'll remember me suplexing him through the ring. I make highlight tapes...I make people remember what I did in that ring...even if I don't. Perhaps Richie...I'll make you famous in this one.

(Psycho stands and walks forward to the camera)

Psycho: Yes this does look quite interesting and I can only imagine when I interject my own special brand of violence into the match. Well we'll kick it up just one more notch, see if Doc and the kid can hang with real men of the sport. See you seen boys

(He turns and leaves the room)

<FTB>

 

[Methos17]

OH Happy Day, Calloo Callay!

(The camera fades in to an empty Ralph Wilson Stadium. As the evening twilight fades in the distance, a person can be seen seated in the upper deck. As the camera gets closer, from the throwback Simpson Jersey and his darker complexion you can tell it is Richard Gideon, WFW's Rookie Sensation. He holds what appears to be a letter in his hands which he is holding for dear life. He begins to speak, almost in disbelief at his own words)

Richard Gideon: Wow...they did it. They actually did it. Well gentlemen, the die are cast. The risks are all on the table for us. I lose my respect with a loss to you Hart, perhaps my career to you psycho. But Hart you lose your shot...and that is all that matters to me. I get that shot, my plan is a success and I move onto the PPV with a shot at the Gold. Gold that should have been around my waist long before this, but now I fix it. In this tag match, one person will win and the other three lose. Be it control of the stips of a match or s shot at the gold...or ones respect. Do you really think Psycho that I agreed to that blindly? Though I realize you are well versed in the art of hardcore wrestling, if I have to face you in that sort of match to get to the title I will.

(Gideon starts to descend the stairs and the camera follows him. He finally stops with his back to the camera)

Gideon: And Hart, as for your little suggestion...I don't think the WFW BOD wanted to participate in your little dress up games. And personally, I have no intention of re-enacting an episode of OZ just because I lost a match. However, Tiny'll get a much needed vacation...I mean look at that tub of goo...he needs a few weeks just to get the sweat out of those jowels!

(Gideon turns around)

Gideon: But all jesting aside...this is a great day...a great day indeed. You two think you are looking at the weak link? WRONG. You're looking at the link that's going to keep the chain of Silver and Gideon wrapped tightly around your necks. I'm sure with a little old school dedication and some of my new school methodology all will be well for this side fo the ring...what about yours? Hart, can you REALLY trust that Psycho isn't going to crack your skull the first chance he gets so that he gets the shot at Doc that night? Can you trust that Hart wouldn't cold cock you or use his C.O.C.K.S. to ensure that he gets the title match first under HIS rules? Didn't think so...However, on this side...Doc's as safe with me as leaving Hart with a real woman...no real threat...

And if you don't think that this is the final countdown for all of us...it's your own fault.

{Fade out as Gideon stares off into the dying sun)

 

[ShawnHartXXX]

Watch How It's Done, Poindexter!

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jun-30-03 AT 01:45 PM (EST)](Fade In: To the brilliant lights and ELECTRIC sights of one of the many hip nightclubs of the moment around the country, as we see Shawn Hart, decked out in the latest designer duds, bustin' his move to that funky groove. As we get a close-up of his luscious mug, the Phenom slaps an unsuspecting woman on the backside, blows her a kiss when she turns to identify her assailant, then distances himself the crowd. He then miraculously and inexplicably breaks into a promo...)

Hart: "Seeing as how the latest craze in the WFW main event scene is to make your statement in the luh-luh-LAMEST, most generic, 'I'm a company man and I do my talking in the ring' background possible, I feel it's my duty... as the one and ooooonliest PHENOM in this ho-hum establishment, to break the mold and BUST OUT THE BLUE SUEDE SHOES, BABY!!"

(Hart strikes a pose eerily remeniscent to something from an early John Tavolta movie. Suddenly, a woman dressed in an outfit EERILY remeniscent to Princess Leia's 'slave' attire from Return of the Jedi appears out of nowhere and clinches to Hart's leg...)

Princess Layme: "Oh my GOD! *sobs* I love you so much Shawn! Aaaaaaaaaaahh!! My heart's beating SO FAST.... Unghhh.."

Hart: "You have a funky vibe about you, baby-doll, but nonetheless... you lack jiggy freshness. Dismiss yourself!

(HARSH!)

Princess Layme: "Oooooooooooh nooooooooooooo!! Shawwwwwn... pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!!!"

(As the young woman wails with desire, she seemingly fades to the background as Hart takes another step forward, a spotlight following his every move.)

Hart: "So here's the deal... I do an interview, Psycho drops some words, and bing-bang-BOOM... we have ourselves some ULTIMATE JEOPARDY!! Now, although I am thoroughly unamazed by Super Rook's failure to comply with my dress-wearing epiphany, what can I say... we all knew the guy had no spine. But hey, I'm not one to *makes quotations with his fingers* 'poop the party'. The powers that be saw fit to approve his proposal anyway and, with that being the case, it's gonna be my pleasure to watch you carry my bags around for the next month, Gideon! And while you're at it, I have this toilet back in the penthouse... long story short, a phobia of scrub-brushes has kept it rather unkempt. Buuuuuuut hey, I'm getting ahead of myself here! Rather than stand here and proclaim victory, how 'bout we take a step back and dissect some more of your poorly-chosen verbiage!"

(A randomly-placed, poorly paid extra with dyed-white teeth and an overly joyful smile interjects...)

Happy-@ss: "Well gee-golly, Shawn! That sounds like a plan!"

(Cut back to the Phenom.)

Hart: "Let's start with contradiction and the ignorance of common sense, SHALL WE?! Cuz Richie Rich, after watchin' your last dose of microphone Nyquil, it's become HOOOOOOOORRIBLY obvious to me that you're an expert in both fields. You flap your trap about how I can't really trust Psycho because he just might crack MY skull to get his shot at the gold... PUH! Why in HEAVEN'S NAME would he crack me and make it easier for one of you two to collect the pinfall? If either of you score the win, he gets NOTHING, and maybe I'm wrong... but I don't think a handicap match helps his odds. But hey, I'll let this lil' oversight of yours slide, after all... you're only the guy who friggin' DEVISED said stipulations! *shakes his head in disgust* Gimme a break, Cunningham. I knew you couldn't wrestle, but do you mean to tell me you can't speak or think rationally as well?! I mean, don't get me wrong, I wish you all the success in the world, brah, but if you can't even keep track of your own thoughts and statements... I think it makes for one big ass speed bump on your road to success."

(Hart taps his head in a Winnie the Pooh, "Think, think, think." manner, then steps over to the bar where his mao tai awaits. He takes a sip of his chinese liquor delight, then resumes his dispersing of wisdom.)

Hart: "Now, while these words of wonder are probably lost on our weak-minded antagonist, Psycho... I'm sure you can relate to what I'm saying. All you want is a rematch with the Doctor... and all I want is my shot at the PPV. We play our cards right here and BOTH of us can come out a winner. But then, you already know this... don't you. We might not like each other, but there's a respect there... as well as a level of greatness that NEITHER of our opponents could ever even HOPE to reach! But like I said, I'm not telling you anything you haven't already considered... so with all that being said, let's get this DONE, and shooooow these JACKHOLES just who it is that sets the standard around here! Who knows, at the next big event, it could be you and I on the marquee. Think about it.. the buy-rates would set records! But for the third and FINAL time, all this stuff is old news to you... let's leave the dissention for the guys on the OTHER side of the ring."

(The Phenom finishes his oriental express, then begins to make his way back towards the dance crowd. As he walks, he turns towards the camera and brings his speech to a close...)

Hart: "I guess all that leaves is PRECIOUS METAL... M.D. The frequently-vanishing, often erratic CHAAAAAAAMPIOOOOOOOOON of our sport. Jus' needed a little bit of 'You Time', eh? Need I remind you that the LAST time you took such a lengthy sabbatical, you returned only to disgrace and embarass yourself in front of a nation-wide audience. And hear I thought you were a GOD amongst men, as you might say. Pity, I was looking forward to driving a steak into the black heart of your lackluster career for good. But hey, burning out and fading away works too. The cold, hard fact remains that in this Rat Pack, I'M the chairman of the board! And with my loyal army of C.O.C.K.S. behind me, I will KEEP that chair 'til it finally SNAPS under the weight of all my accolades. And THAT, my friend, is the TRUTH. Think about what I'm sayin'... all of you. Le PHENOM... has LEFT... the building. Nnnnnnnnnnndaddio!!"

(Fade to Billy Ray Cyrus' mullet.)

 

[Devil666]

Of mice and Gideon

(The camera opens upon the masked face of Psycho. He sits cross-legged upon a blue exercise mat in his provate training room. There eyes closed he =meditates his thoughts trying to keep the voices from getting too loud. Upperbody exposed you can see the battle lines upon his skin. Scars from barbed-wire, thumbtacks, fire and a host of other terrible punisment are easily seen. As the camera pulls slightly back he opens his eyes and look into the lens)

Psycho: Pray to my God? pray to my God? Did you actually say that Gideon? Why...why should I do that? I fear of you? I say in fear of what? Tell me...tell me the one time the one moment...the one example that you have done ANYTHING here in the WFW for us to be that afraid? Succes on your own has been medicore at best and any real succes you've had was because I helped you earn it. Now your ego has gone to your head, but at least in the case of Shawn Hart he's done something to earn it. You Richie...what have you done that I should pray for mercy for? Save you threats and save your boasts...because you've put yourself on the line this time Richie and I tell you that they outcome might not be very good for you. Not good at all. In facxt I'd not worry about my shot at the WFW Title Richie...I'd very much worry about how much keapardy you've put yourself in

(Psycho take shis time to slowly rise to his feat)

Psycho: See you not goign to have a partner to rely on. If you think Doc will have your back then your a bigger fool then I think you are. No in fact he's just as soon knock you out cold and let Hart pin for the pur enjoyment of seeing you replace Tiny for a month. Rest assured I won't do you any favors by taking that victory. I'll get the same laugh as all the others. See you've panted yourself into a very dark corner kid. A very dark and small corner. While some might respect you for having the guts to do so...I won't not for a second only a fool put himself in your situation. Look around you...where is your partner? Do you even think he's going to show up? Did you even think for ONE second that it might just be you there ALL alone against me and Shawn Hart? How do those odds sound? Not too promosing huh? In fact it might be enough to make you go home tonight and think twice about what you asked for. Hey I don't have a problem...it all works out good for me. I pin Doc...well I get a shot at him that night. I pin you...well you get to go through hell and back. Make this very clear hwen I say hell...I mean hell.

(He chuckles an eerie laugh before a twisted smile curls upon his lips)

Psycho: You have to know Hart is loving this. I mean fresh meat...the guy will have a field day. I already find it creepy him talking about dick every second he gets, but I don't judge what people do behinf closed doors, with midgets, lackies and I have to wonder if he has cute little names for them like he does for himself. I gotta tell you the whole thing make me kind of nervous to stand in the same corner with him. I will give him credit for one small thing...they guy can wrestle. He can get the job done. We all know the man standing next to you Richie needs all the help in the world. I wonder if Silver will cut you in on whatever plan he might have in store for us. Or will he leave you out of it and all you'll be is scraps left for the wolves to devour. Not the pretty picture you had in mind is it rook? No...not what you had in mind at all. Ah, but consider yourself at one small advantage Rook

(He laughs outloud and rubs his hands together)

Psycho: This is our chance to make the champ weak. All me and Hart need to do is work on an arm, a leg, or perhaps a knee. We can keep him in that ring and soften him up for our own personal gain. After all Hart is a shot and I ahve a rematch. All you have is a slim chance in hell and no guarantee you'll have help in doing it. Damn I should almost thank you for this idea kid. When you sit down and thinkl of it...there's really no downside for Shawn and I. At least not one that I can see, but for you...for the super rookie...the what...Rook that can cook {laughs} Well you have a chance not just to lose it all, but have what little respect anyone had for you flushed right down the crapper. {smiles} You know when I first got his match there was nothing...not one thing I was looking forward to about it. Now...now Richie...well now I'm almost excited to step into that ring. If nothing more then the expression on your face

(He steps forward and stares intot he lens)

Psycho: What will the look on your fac ebe when your standing accross the ring from Shawn Hart and I. then you slowly look over to your corner and realize you have no back-up. you have no plan, but to once mor ebe in way over you head. Look on the bright side if I pin you...the pain I have in store for you will not be half as bad as how much Shawn Hart will try and embarass you

(He laughs out loud, turns his back tot he camera and walks away)

<FTB>

 

[DocKGB]

Hapless Fools

(FADEIN: Doc Silver sitting on a couch with the WFW World Title over his shoulder.)

DOC: God, the three of you going on and on and one like a buncha girls in grade school debating who's got a crush on who...It's sad really. The fact that I was never pinned for this title, and then I DOMINATED Psycho in our rematch, winning in such dominating fashion that why I've been forced to soil myself by setting foot in the ring with Psycho again is an afront to me and everything I stand for...But that's WFW's decision and so I shall stand by it...But rest assured, I WILL pin Pyscho, I will once again, disgrace him, and hopefully the beating he suffers this time in our match will make him figure out that he's really not any good at this sport and should retire or pump gas for a living.

I mean really, the fact that this poor belt was tained by being his for even one show is an insult to this industry and all it stands for...And well, I will find one way or the other to rid this industry of you...Rest assured of that...As for my allegeded partner, Gideon, just do your job, I'll do mine and all will go fine, if you happen to lose the fall, that's no problem for me, so if you can't take the pain and tap out, don't worry, I'm not going to complain. (Smiles)

And Shawn Hart...Well Shawn, I don't what to say about you except you seem to be WFW's version of the Boston Red Sox, you get close, and you keep blowing it, you blew it in the three way to start this company, you blew it in the four way that let that idiot Psycho have my belt...You just keep dropping the ball, or more to form, letting it slowly roll through your legs...

So while WFW continues to roll through the four of us in this unending nightmare of matches, I shall sit back and enjoy playing the game for as long as they wish me to play it, for in the end...All will be left broken and helpless on the endless path of misery...Only Happy When It Rains...(FADEOUT)

 

[Devil666]

The reasoned response

(Psycho stand outdoors his Colorado home. The sun beems done casting a bright glare intot he camera. He stands back kinda blocked out of the picture, but his voice is loud and clear)

Psycho: Well we've finally heard form the (coughs) great one. Hey Doc...glad you could bother to spend a few moments to grace us with your preseance. So you DOMINATED me in our rematch. Well Doc...you tell yourself whatever it takes to try and make yourself look like a champion. I know that you didn't pin me...you didn't make me submit...hell you didn't even hit that floor first. I'm still nto quite sure how you walked away with MY title, but you have possesion of it (smiles) for now. Just try and keep it shined up for me, because I'll be taking it back real soon. That's if you actually have the guts to give me a rematch

(He steps forward light behind him now and his face stares into the camera)

Psycho: Ah, but as luck would hav eit Doc I might not have to wait. No Doc...I can just pin you that night and then we can hav eour rematch then and there. Sure would be embarassing to get pin twic ein one night wouldn't it Doc. Look we all know you just aren't good enough to get a clean pin on me. It's ok Doc...it's hard to admit when a man isjust better then you. I know...your going to get a flustered at that statement...probably rant on about much better the (chuckles) great doc Silver is, but save it Doc. After all while Little Rickie might look and have stars in his eyes when he sees you...well Shawn and I...we know the truth. Doc has lost his edge and the only one he still has is one that's given to him.

(He steps from outsid ein the light and into the sliding doors pf his home)

Psycho: Speaking of partners. Man I never thought I'd be thankful to have Shawn Hart in my corner. Here I am stuck with a man who can actually keep up with me in the ring and you've got...what was the expression? {laughs} Yeah...your stuck with the rook that can cook. Tell him to do his job...Come on Doc...he hasn't gotten the job done so far...what makes you think he will be any different this time. In fact after giving him something to think about I bet right now he's thinking twice about the stips he's added onto this match. After all you said just what I told him you would. You couldn't care to help him out in this match...after allyuor already holding the only thing that matters.

(He steps closer to the camera and his voice grows colder)

Psycho: We do seem to keep winding up in one match after the other...I'll agree on that. but Doc...don't worry in the end I'll wind up with that title back around my waist. you...you can sit back and plan how to steal it back. After all you seem to be pretty good at that. Or maybe...you'll just wonder off into retirement. After all I've grown kind of tired of you and I think well most everyone has. However if your not willing to go...maybe...just maybe it will be up to me to put you there. Sleep tight on that thought Doc.

(He turns his back and walks away)

<FTB>

 

[Methos17]

Star Struck

(The interview fades in with an NFL-esque presentation, complete with the cigarette burns and jumpy footage. At first it simply reads WFW Super Rookie On Ropes...then it cuts to Richard Gideon working out in the ring)

Announcer: The WFW, home of kings of the squared circle...in recent months there has been a rookie on the rise...his name is Richard Gideon.

(Shows footage of Gideon smiling as he signs his contract)

Announcer: Going from worst to first in a manner of a few matches, this phenom wouldn't let anything stop him from his path to glory...except himself.

(Shows footage of his collapsing during the WFW Title match as well as the post match interview w/o sound)

Announcer: And yet again he is behind the eight ball...this time with a storied legend in his corner, a man who may not even show up for the match!

(Shows footage of Doc Silver holding the WFW Title post cage match)

Announcer: And their opponents are none other than a former champion in his own right...

(Footage of Psycho battered and bloody post Rage in the Cage)

Announcer: ...and a man who is the next contender for the throne...

(Shows Shawn Hart mugging for photos in the WFW Press Conference Post Rage in The Cage)

Announcer: So this 'Super Rookie' still has dreams of gold...the question is, will they stay dreams or will they be redeemed in his darkest hour?

(The Screen cuts out. The camera zooms out to a television in the WFW Hype Central Area. Richard Gideon, remote in hand, looks at the blank screen for a few moments and then turns toward the camera. His eyes seem bloodshot, his face haggard and his beard untrimmed, he seems more like a mountaineer than a wrestler. He musters a weak smile and then begins to speak)

Gideon: So at last my partner speaks. Not quite a chatterbox lately Doc...I was starting to worry. But as they say...better late than never right? (Smiles) Doc, you talk about how you wouldn't mind if I got pinned, how that's no skin off your back. But realize this my man: I've got everything to lose here, UNTIL you decide that you are going phone it in during our match. Cuz if you do, you're a dead man in that ring. As much as I would love to take Hart's Shot, or to challenge Psycho in a match of my choosing, I would glady accept missing out on that for the priviledge of kicking your [censor] [censor] all over the ring. But, I digress. You and I are a team Silver, remember that...and as a team we will function well because...we have to. See, I can't be Hart's Belvedere...(shudders)...and I don't need to be pulling thumbtacks and razorwire out of my body....uh uh...

(Shakes his head)

Gideon: So Doc...we have to work this out. I wrestle, I tag. You wrestle, you tag. It's simple really. But you try to shortchange me and as nice as I was giving you that title, I'll take it back just as quickly. You talk about how you're disgusted with Psycho with that belt...I'm disgusted. I'm disgusted that when it comes down to the brass tacks, to the big ones....Doc Silver hasn't shown up in the WFW. He hides...he makes excuses...conjecture. Well Doc, At Scars and Stripes Forever you can prove that wrong. Prove me wrong please Doc. Let's see the Silver who said he's retiring champ, instead of the one that should retire post-haste. You do what you do...or did...best and all is copasetic.

(Gideon pauses for a second as if in thought, then begins to speak again)

Gideon: And as for you Psycho...hey, guess who is the rookie? ME...Rook that can cook. That's ME. So I made a crappy catchphrase....big whoop you calling me on it. Not like you're a guy in a generic mask and super hardcore deal like every other guy who works at Denny's during the week...wait...you ARE aren't you? Ah well, can't win em all can ya? And you know, you're right. I have a whole lot more to lose in this than anyone here...after all, you beating Doc twice in one night? Riiiiight...I'll believe that happening when Hart can talk to an interviewer without sexually harassing them. Psycho, you're a fluke. For all your talk and all your bravado about how hardcore you are, you got beat in a match where short of electrifying the cage the dude shouldn't have been able to get out. And now you and your partner wanna shine the spotlight on me, since I came up with the idea? Fine...Fine by me. But if come out of this like I've planned, I'll be ahead of the game. And if I'm not...there's always a plan B...(smiles) Always.

And last but certainly not least: Shawn Hart. Mr Codo Explosivo. King of Swing...yadda yadda. Hart, in a few days the four of us are going to throw down. Though Psycho is an annoyance...that is all. You however, are the key. I beat you, I get my shot again. And I can't squander it. If there's one thing I've learned here is that title shots are hard earned and titles are even harder to win. Don't you dare have your back to the mat for a second, because I'll turn that second into three quickly. Believe it. No hype, no showing off. I'm going into that match to win. I'm "playing to win the game" not just show up.

(Gideon turns back on the tv, and rewinds the tape)

Gideon: This guy is awesome. Well cats and kittens, I'm done. If I crash and burn so be it, it's better to burn out than to fade away anyway. And if you are going to fade Doc...just don't show up.

(Fade to white)

 

[ShawnHartXXX]

Trouble In Paradise.

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jul-01-03 AT 03:40 PM (EST)](Fade In: To a quiet street with a magnificent sunset hanging over the background. Suddenly, the WFW's Phenom, Shawn Hart, steps onto the scene and begins to trek forward in slow motion. Decked out in retro-70's pimp gear, his eel-skin platforms glistening in the light, Hart makes his way towards the camera as the smooth sounds of Isaac Hayes hit your speakers...)

Hayes: "Who's the *AUDIO INTERFERENCE* private dick... That's a sex machine to all the chiiiiicks..."

"SHAWN!"

(Hart strikes a Charlie's Angels pose.)

Hayes: "Who is the man that would risk his neck for his brother man?"

"SHAWN!"

Hayes: "Can ya dig it?"

(Hart stops in his tracks and, with the tape still running in slow-mo, busts out with 'The Robot'...)

Hayes: "Who's the cat that won't cop out.. When there's danger all abooout?"

"SHAWN!"

Hayes: "Rrrriiiight on.."

(Suddenly, a gust of wind blows the feathered hat and boa right off the Phenom. He then clumsily stumbles his way off camera to retrieve them.)

Hayes: "They say this cat *AUDIO INTERFERENCE* is a baaaad mother.."

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!"

Hayes: "I'm talkin' 'bout *AUDIO INTERFERENCE*..."

"THEN WE CAN DIG IT!"

(Hart reappears on the scene and the camera zooms right onto his face quickly, as he begins to sing in an overly operatic style. The slow-motion effect comes to a halt...)

Hart: "I'm a complicated maaaaaan.. No one understands me but my wooooooomaaaaaaaan..."

(The World's Strongest fat Man, Tiny, appears seemingly out of thin air, wearing a lacy-black, skin-tight evening gown, with a half-eaten chili-dog hanging out of his lipstick-covered mouth!)

Tiny: "'Waaaaaaahn HAURT!"

(The music comes to a screeching halt!)

Hart: "You IDIOT, Tiny!! I told you to wear the PINK DRESS!!! And what's that hangin' outta your mouth?!"

(The Phenom angrily smacks his stooge upside the head, freeing the mixed meat product from his gullet.)

Tiny: "Iz'a sho'pologizin', bossss... Y'knowus dayum Muss-ssuppi booooy-uh's cain't pay-uss up'n demder BEEF stecks..."

Hart: "BAH! I've had enough of your shenanigans for one day!!"

(He pulls a microphone out of his black leather trench coat and hands it to Tiny.)

Hart: "Now shut up and HOLD THIS while I drop some science on the unenlightened public..."

Tiny: "Yes masa!"

(Shawn clears his throat, cracks his neck to each side, grins mischeviously, then looks forward as Tiny brings the microphone to his face...)

Hart: "NOW... putting all this showbiz to the side for a spell, I see that the gentlemen from the other corner have decided to grace us with some words of wisdom, so to speak. In Gideon's case, spleeeeeeeendid! I look forward to flipping your words up and down like a burger on the grill. But as for the good Doctor, the part-time champ... full-time CHUMP, I've got some bones to pick with you, my friend. See, you may think that you can just mosey on in whenever you please, but if you think you can disappear like that... then come right in and impose your will upon us, you've got another thing comin', kiddo. You're like that kind in gym class, who drops in for attendance once in awhile, but the very instant we start up with the physical side of things, you're nowhere to be found. I mean, I hate to burst your bubble here, but uhh... there's alot more to this business than showin' up for roll call! Like I said from the beginning, these little vacations you take so frequently may fly in the small time, but here in WFW... with guys like me feuling the fire, it's only a matter of time before you catch that slippery slope downard."

(Hart removes his purple-tinted shades and places them in the pocket of his coat. He then takes his hat off, tosses it aside, and continues on...)

Hart: "Whiiiiiiiich brings us to you, Mr. Gideon. The guy who's aaaaaaall BALLS, and noooooo BRAWN!! But wait! What's this now? You say your afraid of the thumbtack and razorwire-induced pain that awaits should you lose to Psycho? And what else now? You simply caaaaaaaan't be reduced to doing my dirty work.. and, on top of that, you're too reserved, too CAUTIOUS, to risk wearing the girly gear should I be the one to pin you? Heh, maybe you lack balls AND brawn. I mean, here you are.. running your mouth about Doc not showing up, calling my esteemed partner, Psycho, a fluke, and utterly DISMISSING me as nothing more than an overconfident windbag. Cunningham, with all that being the case, I pose to you this one, simple question... what have YOU ever done that gives you the RIGHT so say ANYTHING about ANY of us?! HMMMM?! All three of us are former champions several times over in this sport!! That partner you seem so intent on squabbling with is wearing the gold as we speak! What's your claim to fame, Richard? Hell, you make it out like you stand sooooooo much to lose here, when the reality of the situation is that, in your time here, you've yet to ever GAIN anything! How can a man who has NOTHING be in a position to lose EVERYTHING?! But then, this isn't the first time that flawed logic of your has shined through, is it. Just look at your stipulations for this match. Some have been left out, and others don't even make sense. Learn to cover your bases, brah... us older guys aren't gonna pick up your slack forever."

(Tiny switches arms, then attempts to shake the fatigue off.)

Hart: "Heh, y'know... one thing you two seem to be overlooking here is the fact that this isn't a free-for-all, it's a tag team match. Well, Gideon seems to be overlooking it anyway, I'm sure Doc just doesn't care. Seriously, take a look at the American Dangerman and I. We've traded a couple'a minor-league jabs, but for the most part... we've kept it together. Despite our personal feelings for each other, or lack thereof, I know what that guy can do in and out of the ring. He knows the same thing about me. We both have enough foresight to see that EACH of us can get something out of this if we can just bite the bullet for one night. Looking at the two of you, Mr. Gideon... Doc, it appears as if there's trouble in paradise. From the very moment Silver decided to rain on the parade, you two have all but declared war upon one another. Sure, these stipulations are all about individual goals, but the fact still remains that those very goals will be won OOOOOR lost, as a team. Couple that with the fact that the two of you have been at each others throats, and we're looking at Hart vs. Psycho at the next P-P-V! So my advice to you JACKHOLES would be to get it together, and do so ASAP! Cuz if ya don't, like always, you'll both end up with the short end of the stick. The PHENOM has left the building!"

(Fade Out.)

 

[Methos17]

We're Partners? Incredible....

(We open to an empty lot. Inside of this lot is a small ring, in which Richard Gideon is training. "Heartbreaker" by Pat Benatar is playing in the background.)

Gideon: Welcome to another interview with me, your host with the most...the "rook that can cook" (sneers)...Richard Gideon

(Pat Benatar - "You're the right kind of sinner, to release my...)

*cuts off music*

Gideon: Yes, I like Pat B....so sue me! But you're not here to discuss my taste in 80s singers, but to discuss the upcoming tag match vis a vis Shawn Hart's latest rant. Lemme be frank: I'm a rookie. I have no status, no claims to fame YET. But that doesn't mean I am invalidated as a competitor. The BOD didn't think so and you shouldn't either. Just because I'm not the type of guy that fits into your little C.O.C.K.S. group, or that I'm a realist when talking about facing Psycho in a hardcore match you feel I'm less than a competitor?

(Gideon hops out of the ring and drinks a nearby bottle of water)

Gideon: You know, Silver's going into this match with a little to lose...me, I got my pride. As I've been saying since day one of this challenge, when that's all you have you don't wanna lose it. You say that you guys have won titles all over the world and you're the elite right Hart? Does that matter one bit here in the WFW? We're all at a clean slate. The "Legend" of Doc Silver notwithstanding, we're all even. A rookie's got just as many titles here as one of you vets: none. Sure Psycho had a cup of coffee with the belt, but who really wants to count that? You've never touched that belt.

(Gideon starts to pace back and forth)

Gideon: Hart, you talk about a lot of things. Lemme bottom line it for you; this tag match is going to be an educational experience. I'm either going to learn to keep my jaw shut, or I'm going to drop all of yours. I'm not afraid to lose, as long as I know I gave it my all. This tag match started as a funky gimmick to get more tickets sold. Now, yet again, four men will step into the squared circle and seek the respect of the others. I'm looking for the W and I'm looking for you to look me in the eyes like a man and shake my hand when this is done Hart. Bet on it.

(Fade Out)