Match 1 Katie vs. Nikki Belzova
Pat: Katie is in no fit mental state to be competing, she could end up hurting herself unless she gets her head straight. Panda just showed her what real woman’s wrestling is all about! And, Dudley, correct me if I'm wrong, but did we just have our first ever woman’s match?
Dudley: Unfortunately... God, I hate that girl! Apparently Chainsaw is in the lockerroom chatting up with his Apostle’s. Let’s listen in.
Chainsaw: *walks around the room, stopping to stare at each Apostle as he walks by them* I have a question to ask the four of you, and I want you to answer each individually. The question is simple..what…are your…goals? What is it you set out to do in this world?
Anomander Rake: Cause as much chaos and destruction as humanly possible.
Chainsaw: Good answer. Not the one I’m looking for though.
Aerial: To rid the world of V-3
Chainsaw: Alright. That’s not what I’m looking for either, but it’s not bad. One thing though, don’t tell me what you think I want to hear. Tell me…the truth.
Demonic: To annihilate anyone in our paths.
Chainsaw: You’re getting closer. Loki?
Loki: To do your bidding dark lord.
Chainsaw: Very close, but still not exact. I’ll tell you what your goals should be. You all…should strive to make me happy. If I’m happy, then you’re happy. If you cause the world chaos and destruction, or if you destroy V-3, or if you annihilate who is put in front of you, you all will make me happy, but all of these things are an inevitability. What will make me happy right now, what will bring me some semblance of joy, is for one of you to enter the TV title tournament, and win. There is one last spot open, one of you will take it. Mind my last words…you will TAKE it. Nothing will be given to you. Too much has been given to you already. Which one of you is worthy enough to take it?
Loki: I am sir. I will take it.
Chainsaw: Of course you would Loki, my oldest and dearest minion, but I’m not gonna give it to you. I already told you, you must TAKE it. *looks around at the slightly confused faces of the Apostles* I can see you’re all wondering what I mean, so let me tell you. I know you all want this. I know you all crave success for yourselves, but how much do you NEED it? Are you willing to stab each other in the backs for it? Are you willing to take arms against your fellow brethren? If not, then leave now. *pauses for a moment* Good. There will be a match tonight. A match between all four of you, in a fatal 4 way battle royal. Whoever wins, gets the spot. The rest of you may watch from a distance. Do you understand what is expected of you?
All the Apostles: *nod*
Chainsaw: Then get out of my sight and prepare.
Pat: Wow. Looks like we have another match on the card for tonight. That should be interesting. Who will you be rooting for Dudley?
Dudley: I’ll be rooting for all of these guys to come out in one piece after the match. Taking what Chainsaw had to say just now into consideration, I think that might be a long-shot.
Pat: That’s the truth. Anyway we’re gonna cut to the back now where apparently The Jackasses are outside of the arena in the parking lot.
El Gabo: *on handheld camera* Hi, I’m El Gabo, and this is operation payback, part 1: The Test. Hey Ryda, can you explain to the people what you’re doing right now?
Red Ryda: Well, right now I’m waiting for someone else to walk by so I can set the trap.
El Gabo: Yeah, but for the blind people in the audience and watching at home, what are you doing specifically?
Ryda: Oh, well, I’m spray painting Iron Ape’s Lexus very slowly.
El Gabo: And why are you doing that?
Ryda: Because I want to see if we still have it. We’re gonna need to be trusted if Mass is gonna fall for anything we pull, so I’m considering this practice.
El Gabo: Ahh okay. Very enlightening. Oh shit, here comes No Bitch Assness. I better hide.
No Bitch Assness: Hey Ryda. What the hell are you doing?
Ryda: Painting Iron Ape’s car. Ape’s gonna give me 200 bucks to do it. Frankly, I haven’t been in a match for so long I’ve needed the money.
NBA: I hear ya. Why lime green though?
Ryda: Hey, it was his choice. I’m not gonna say shit to him about it. It’s his car, his job, his rules.
El Gabo: *pops up from his hiding spot* Hey Ryda! Don’t we have that thing to do?
Ryda: Oh shit I forgot! Hey NBA, do you mind finishing up for me? It takes like zero skill and as you can see I’m almost done. I’ll give you 100 bucks.
NBA: I don’t know man. I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t wanna fuck it up.
Ryda: It’s impossible to fuck up. If you do though, it’ll be on me, so you don’t have anything to worry about. Look it’s like 90% done, and it’ll only take you a few minutes to finish up.
NBA: Alright man, but if I mess up you aint gonna tell Ape it was me right?
Ryda: Hell no. Look I gotta go, it’s simple though don’t worry about a thing.
*the jackasses both take off while NBA takes over painting, but not too far, as they are hiding in a corner. Red Ryda picks up his cell and makes a call*
Ryda: Hey Ape, the job is almost done man.
Ape: What job? Who the hell is this?
Ryda: The job I’m doing on your Lexus asshole. It’s almost done. *hangs up. Under his breath* hahahaha.
El gabo: This is gonna be priceless.
*a few moments pass when Iron Ape storms out to the parking lot to see NBA painting Ape’s once pristine Lexus a hideous lime green*
Ape: Oh you’ve gotta be KIDDING ME!!!
NBA: What? I-I was just…
Ape: SHUT YOUR FACKING MOUTH! Are you insane! God I should kill you! *takes a deep breath* Luckily for you, I won’t….
NBA: *sighs in relief*
Ape: I’ll let Chainsaw do it instead. Next week one on one. I’ll give you 7 days to make funeral arrangements.
NBA: *drops to his knees and almost begins to weep*
Red Ryda: Oh man. Was that too harsh Gabs?
El Gabo: No one is innocent man. I’m sure he had it coming somehow. Let’s get outta here before Ape finds us. *jackasses scamper off*
Pat: Katie is in no fit mental state to be competing, she could end up hurting herself unless she gets her head straight. Panda just showed her what real woman’s wrestling is all about! And, Dudley, correct me if I'm wrong, but did we just have our first ever woman’s match?
Dudley: Unfortunately... God, I hate that girl! Apparently Chainsaw is in the lockerroom chatting up with his Apostle’s. Let’s listen in.
Chainsaw: *walks around the room, stopping to stare at each Apostle as he walks by them* I have a question to ask the four of you, and I want you to answer each individually. The question is simple..what…are your…goals? What is it you set out to do in this world?
Anomander Rake: Cause as much chaos and destruction as humanly possible.
Chainsaw: Good answer. Not the one I’m looking for though.
Aerial: To rid the world of V-3
Chainsaw: Alright. That’s not what I’m looking for either, but it’s not bad. One thing though, don’t tell me what you think I want to hear. Tell me…the truth.
Demonic: To annihilate anyone in our paths.
Chainsaw: You’re getting closer. Loki?
Loki: To do your bidding dark lord.
Chainsaw: Very close, but still not exact. I’ll tell you what your goals should be. You all…should strive to make me happy. If I’m happy, then you’re happy. If you cause the world chaos and destruction, or if you destroy V-3, or if you annihilate who is put in front of you, you all will make me happy, but all of these things are an inevitability. What will make me happy right now, what will bring me some semblance of joy, is for one of you to enter the TV title tournament, and win. There is one last spot open, one of you will take it. Mind my last words…you will TAKE it. Nothing will be given to you. Too much has been given to you already. Which one of you is worthy enough to take it?
Loki: I am sir. I will take it.
Chainsaw: Of course you would Loki, my oldest and dearest minion, but I’m not gonna give it to you. I already told you, you must TAKE it. *looks around at the slightly confused faces of the Apostles* I can see you’re all wondering what I mean, so let me tell you. I know you all want this. I know you all crave success for yourselves, but how much do you NEED it? Are you willing to stab each other in the backs for it? Are you willing to take arms against your fellow brethren? If not, then leave now. *pauses for a moment* Good. There will be a match tonight. A match between all four of you, in a fatal 4 way battle royal. Whoever wins, gets the spot. The rest of you may watch from a distance. Do you understand what is expected of you?
All the Apostles: *nod*
Chainsaw: Then get out of my sight and prepare.
Pat: Wow. Looks like we have another match on the card for tonight. That should be interesting. Who will you be rooting for Dudley?
Dudley: I’ll be rooting for all of these guys to come out in one piece after the match. Taking what Chainsaw had to say just now into consideration, I think that might be a long-shot.
Pat: That’s the truth. Anyway we’re gonna cut to the back now where apparently The Jackasses are outside of the arena in the parking lot.
El Gabo: *on handheld camera* Hi, I’m El Gabo, and this is operation payback, part 1: The Test. Hey Ryda, can you explain to the people what you’re doing right now?
Red Ryda: Well, right now I’m waiting for someone else to walk by so I can set the trap.
El Gabo: Yeah, but for the blind people in the audience and watching at home, what are you doing specifically?
Ryda: Oh, well, I’m spray painting Iron Ape’s Lexus very slowly.
El Gabo: And why are you doing that?
Ryda: Because I want to see if we still have it. We’re gonna need to be trusted if Mass is gonna fall for anything we pull, so I’m considering this practice.
El Gabo: Ahh okay. Very enlightening. Oh shit, here comes No Bitch Assness. I better hide.
No Bitch Assness: Hey Ryda. What the hell are you doing?
Ryda: Painting Iron Ape’s car. Ape’s gonna give me 200 bucks to do it. Frankly, I haven’t been in a match for so long I’ve needed the money.
NBA: I hear ya. Why lime green though?
Ryda: Hey, it was his choice. I’m not gonna say shit to him about it. It’s his car, his job, his rules.
El Gabo: *pops up from his hiding spot* Hey Ryda! Don’t we have that thing to do?
Ryda: Oh shit I forgot! Hey NBA, do you mind finishing up for me? It takes like zero skill and as you can see I’m almost done. I’ll give you 100 bucks.
NBA: I don’t know man. I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t wanna fuck it up.
Ryda: It’s impossible to fuck up. If you do though, it’ll be on me, so you don’t have anything to worry about. Look it’s like 90% done, and it’ll only take you a few minutes to finish up.
NBA: Alright man, but if I mess up you aint gonna tell Ape it was me right?
Ryda: Hell no. Look I gotta go, it’s simple though don’t worry about a thing.
*the jackasses both take off while NBA takes over painting, but not too far, as they are hiding in a corner. Red Ryda picks up his cell and makes a call*
Ryda: Hey Ape, the job is almost done man.
Ape: What job? Who the hell is this?
Ryda: The job I’m doing on your Lexus asshole. It’s almost done. *hangs up. Under his breath* hahahaha.
El gabo: This is gonna be priceless.
*a few moments pass when Iron Ape storms out to the parking lot to see NBA painting Ape’s once pristine Lexus a hideous lime green*
Ape: Oh you’ve gotta be KIDDING ME!!!
NBA: What? I-I was just…
Ape: SHUT YOUR FACKING MOUTH! Are you insane! God I should kill you! *takes a deep breath* Luckily for you, I won’t….
NBA: *sighs in relief*
Ape: I’ll let Chainsaw do it instead. Next week one on one. I’ll give you 7 days to make funeral arrangements.
NBA: *drops to his knees and almost begins to weep*
Red Ryda: Oh man. Was that too harsh Gabs?
El Gabo: No one is innocent man. I’m sure he had it coming somehow. Let’s get outta here before Ape finds us. *jackasses scamper off*



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