[CCW] NOVEMBER REIGN (Parts 9 and 10)
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talking to CCW referee Seymour Fawles.]
CAMERON: Are they going to be careful with that cage, Seymour? I'm terrified of
heights, and I . . .
[Just then Alex bursts onto the scene, furious.]
ALEX: Where in the hell have you been, Cameron? I've got the biggest match of
my career in less than five minutes, and I can't find you? Have you been with
Blaze?
[He spins Cameron around to face him, clearly angry.]
CAMERON: Alex, I've been back here talking to Seymour the ENTIRE TIME! You know
I'm afraid of heights . . . and being above the ring in that cage . . .
ALEX: Dammit, Cameron . . .
[He looks torn between believing his wife and NOT believing her.]
CAMERON: Alex, you can't let Blaze's mind games get to you . . . You've got to
get past it.
ALEX: Every time I turn around, you're missing! What in the hell am I SUPPOSED
to think?
CAMERON: I love YOU, Alex. Nobody BUT you . . .
[Libido shakes his head, unconvinced.]
ALEX: C'mon . . . I've got a championship to win.
[As the two head toward the entryway, the camera cuts to CCW President Preston
Everett Pressley knocking at the door of a dressing room. As the President
steps out of the way, the camera sees the name on it: DAZZ! Before anyone
answers, the camera cuts to ringside--where Alex Libido is in the ring.]
MM: Cass, did you just see what _I_ saw? PEP is standing outside the door of
Dazz's dressing room! What in the hell does the President want with THAT piece
of trash? They've been sworn enemies for months.
CR: True, but Tommy Gunn might very well have changed all of that. You know
PEP's motto: An enemy of MY enemy is my FRIEND.
MM: I can't imagine ANYONE being a big enough enemy that PEP would turn to
Dazz!
CR: We'll have to wait and see what comes of that. Meanwhile, Mouth, Cameron
Brunt-Libido is being loaded into that cage--along with Axl Blaze's Television
Title!
MM: How sweet! Axl's blowing her kisses.
CR: And that's only serving to enrage Alex Libido! I think that the youngest of
the legendary family is going to be WAYYYY off his game tonight. He's a fine
competitor, but his mind is on OTHER things.
MM: Like the fact that the Television champ has been bangin' his wife!
CR: Mouth! That's utterly unacceptable language. Besides, I firmly BELIEVE
Cameron Brunt when she says that Blaze is a liar.
MM: I'm not so sure! I wonder, Cass, do you think "Mr. Irresistible" is
watching from his West Palm Beach mansion? His nephew is getting a shot at solo
gold for the first time.
CR: I'm sure that Johnny is doing what any proud nephew would--and that's
supporting his family.
MM: Do you think Johnny views Alex as more of a detriment to the family name
than a compliment? The kid hasn't had that great of a won-loss record since
starting here in CCW.
CR: Mouth, you're "Mr. Irresistible's" biggest fan. You should know that Johnny
himself started to a mediocre track-record--and THEN hit his stride much later.
It was about the time that he stepped into the ring with his idol, "The
Magnificent" Dr. MID-Nite, that he started to become known as a 'legend'.
MM: Speaking of "The Magnificent One," he's going to face "The Bad Boy" Bobby
Kamakazee later tonight to crown CCW's first-ever International Champion!
CR: He certainly will, and, to top it all off, the FORMER protege of PEP--"The
Professional" Brendan Blade--by PEP's decree--is going to be the special guest
referee. Little did PEP know that Blade would spend the early part of his night
smacking HIM around.
MM: It's going to be huge!
CR: And so is this match, Mouth! As Cameron Brunt and the Television title are
raised the 15 feet above the ring, Alex Libido is pacing around the ring like a
caged animal himself! Poor Cameron Brunt! Can you see the terror on her face?
She said she was afraid of heights . . .
MM: Well, she brought it on herself. This is the only way to keep her from
becoming overly-involved. After all, she just can't keep her hands off of Axl
Blaze!
CR: Oh, brother . . .
MM: Look at Libido. He's just waiting for the bell to ring so he can LEGALLY
rip Axl Blaze's head off! There's so much emotion at stake in this match, that
I'll be surprised if Alex can even focus! He looks up at Cameron for some
inspiration--in that CAGE--and that's his first mistake...
CR: As much as I hate to admit it, you're RIGHT! He just gave Blaze the
opportunity that he needed to strike first, and this one's underway. Axl pounds
away the back of Alex with clubbing forearm shots. An impressively quick start
for the Television Champion.
MM: Libido's been close to this before--he battled MID-Nite tooth-and-nail a
few weeks back--but he's NEVER won any gold here in the CCW. Axl on the other
hand, took the opportunity when it was presented and seized it... as much as I
hate to say it... like a "Libido" should have.
CR: MOUTH!
MM: It's true! Alex is nothing like Johnny... he's trying to distance himself
from his uncle's name, but "Mr. Irresistible" helped BUILD this business.
CR: Are you trying to tell me that Johnny would have BEATEN Dr. MID-Nite when
Alex couldn't? History just repeated itself... and the Libidos were once again
on the losing end of the stick!
MM: Enough already from the Physician's fan club. Call the match. I can't
believe I have to sit next to you for THREE hours. One hour each Thursday night
is hardly bearable... let alone THREE...
CR: [laughs] Mouth, you know you love me.
MM: I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. Blaze is still in solid control of
this match, Cass, he's had Alex locked in that reverse chinlock for the past
few minutes. Every time Alex tries to escape, Blaze has yanked him by his hair
and sinched it back on.
CR: Talk about an unfair advantage...
MM: Axl's just a smart man, Cass. He USES the rule book to his advantage. And
right now, he's just using and abusing the leader of the Young Guns.
CR: Just like he USED Cameron Brunt to get to Alex?
MM: There's no proof of that, Cass! Blaze is a very passionate type of guy...
CR: Puh-leeze...
MM: I'm serious. I think he's fallen for the broad!
CR: Broad? Mouth, this is the 90s! Live in it! Alex is calling on the support
of the crowd to break free from Blaze... and they're responding! Listen to this
capacity crowd cheer on the young Libido. An elbow to the midsection...
another... he's FREE! Alex is off the ropes--FLYING LARIAT! And the cover:
[REF: ONE!]
MM: Only one! It's far too little to win a championship. Alex better try harder
if he wants that Television title--and if he wants to restore any type of honor
to that wife of his, Cameron...
CR: He must have heard you, Mouth... not like anyone would LISTEN to you,
though. Alex is on the warpath. He lands a picture-perfect dropkick that sends
the Television Champion careening towards the ropes...
MM: And follows it with a tremendous CHARGING CLOTHESLINE! Blaze topples over
the top rope and is teetering on the ring apron... as Libido rushes to the
opposite ropes... watch out, Axl!
CR: Alex does a sunset flip over the top rope and to the outside, POWERBOMBING
the Champion to the canvas on the floor! This doesn't bode well for Blaze, and
the challenger is picking up steam while Cameron is cheering him on!!
MM: Oh, give me a break. I don't want to hear how Alex is inspired by his wife
locked fifteen feet above the ring in a damned steel cage... this is WRESTLING,
not a damn human interest sidebar.
CR: And what a devastating reversal from Blaze! He blocked getting his head
rammed into those steel steps and used Libido's momentum against him! Alex is
busted open!
MM: GOOD. Now maybe Cameron will cheer for a REAL competitor... a Champion.
CR: MOUTH! [sighs] Libido is scooped up by Axl and dropped neck-first over the
security railing! Alex clutches his neck as Blaze looks on, confidently in
control of this match now. "The Master of Manipulation" is living up to his
billing.
MM: And how DO you live up to that billing, Cass?
CR: By taking full advantage of the position that he's put Alex Libido in--the
man's fighting for his wife, his family, his HONOR... and Blaze is willing to
throw it all away just to play head games.
MM: Sounds like my kind of my man. That's how you WIN these days... and win
decisively. That's exactly what Axl wants to do right now--win and win big--and
he's well on his way to doing it, or so it seems.
CR: Will anyone be able to win BIG tonight, Mouth? It's hard to say. Don't
forget later tonight, we've got that ominous Hell in the Cell cage looming
overhead. Someone's going to get hurt--and get hurt badly!
MM: I think I'll take a bathroom break during that one. I can't STAND the sight
of blood... it makes me queasy just THINKING about it.
CR: Mouth, you're such a wimp.
MM: Just CALL THE MATCH, Randall.
CR: Ouch. [laughs] As these two brawl outside the ring, Mouth . . . I'm getting
word from Eddie Ramirez that Death Warrant has FINALLY been loaded into an
ambulance and taken to a local hospital. If we get an update on him, we'll keep
you posted, fans.
MM: I wouldn't be surprised if his career is ended, Cass. I mean, I almost
BARFED when I saw that footage a second time.
CR: Trust me, fans . . . it's true. Mouth's head was so far into the trash can,
I _finally_ had a reprieve from looking at him for a second!
MM: If you can look at Danny Golden every day of your life, THIS face should be
no problem!
CR: Yeah, right . . . At any rate, fans, Blaze rolls Libido back inside the
ring, and heads for the top turnbuckle. If he hits this, it could spell the end
for young Alex.
MM: And the beginning for Axl and Cameron! I'm sure they'll have a long, happy
future together!
CR: Will you stop it!
MM: Libido is UP--he shakes the ropes and Blaze falls hard, landing right in
the--
CR: MOUTH!
MM: That's not where he landed!
CR: Nevermind, this is family programming! Even if it IS pay-per-view, *I*
don't want to hear it. Alex climbs to the second turnbuckle now, and Axl Blaze
is in a very precarious position... what's this? TORNADO DDT! This has got to
be all!
[REF: ONE! TWO! THR--]
CR: NO! Somehow Blaze managed to get a shoulder up!
MM: I don't know how the Television Champ did it, but he better keep doing it!
It would be a TRAVESTY to see him not walk out of November Reign tonight with
that belt around his waist.
CR: I don't know about that, Mouth, I think Alex would make a darn good
champion!
MM: You also think that Danny Golden would make a "darn good" husband...
CR: That was pretty low... [sighs] Alex is on top of Blaze now with a series of
right hands to the head, but Axl uses his momentum against him--modified
schoolboy! The cover...
[REF: ONE! TWO! THRE--]
NO! Libido kicks out a hair's breadth away from the three count.
MM: A "hair's breadth?"
CR: Alex lunges forward with a diving clothesline, but Axl sidesteps him. A
boot to the midsection doubles the challenger over. Could we see it? Is it time
for "The Manipulator," Axl's patented inverted piledriver!?!
MM: It sure as hell looks that way. He lifts Libido up, but what's this? A
modified hurricanrana by Libido?! That's a version of his top-rope finisher,
"The Natural Disaster," Cass! I can't watch!
[REF: ONE! TWO! THREE!]
MM: NO! NO! ONLY TWO! He kicked out!
CR: I'm not sure Alex can believe it, Mouth, and neither can I! Surely I
thought that was enough to crown a new television champ... and Alex is
frustrated. He whips Blaze hard into the turnbuckles--and he's signalling for
"The Natural Disaster!" If he hits this, it will UNDOUBTEDLY spell the end for
Axl Blaze!!
MM: Well, he's got Axl perched on that top turnbuckle and I'm not so sure Blaze
even knows where he is. Here we go, top-rope hurricanrana--NO! Blaze BLOCKS! He
catches Libido in position for "The Manipulator" --TOP-ROPE INVERTED
PILEDRIVER! I'm not sure Libido will EVER get up from that!
CR: Blaze collapses onto the mat with him! Does he have enough left to make the
cover?!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE--!
MM: What the hell? Cameron Brunt just dropped the Television title from that
cage--and it hit Seymour in the head! The referee is out! Axl Blaze was going
to win this one, but Cameron has intervened on behalf of her husband!
CR: I TOLD you that the woman was loyal! You -- and anyone else foolish enough
to believe Blaze -- need to apologize.
MM: Fat chance! Blaze is up, and he's mad! He's ordering that the techs lower
the cage--and here she comes!
CR: Alex Libido is out in the center of the ring, but there isn't a ref to
count--and Blaze is too busy dealing with Cameron to bother covering him! The
cage is down--and Blaze is working to unlock it.
MM: Look at Cameron! She's so excited to see him that she's fumbling with the
lock.
CR: Mouth, she is TRYING to keep him from getting in. Are we watching the same
match?
MM: Oh, man . . . Alex is getting up! I can't believe it. Libido is FINALLY
getting up from that devestating top-rope piledriver, but Blaze is preoccupied
with Cameron Brunt! Libido is up--and is standing directly behind Blaze!
CR: Blaze doesn't even see it coming! INVERTED DDT--ONTO THE TV TITLE!
MM: Oh, my word! Alex Libido has laid out the champ! He's got the cover! Fawles
is groggy, but he's making the count.
[REF: ONE! TWO! THR--]
CR: NO! Seymour Fawles has been dragged from the ring by . . . who is THAT?
MM: It's "Superstar" Kevin Williams! Cass, that's the BYCW Heavyweight Champion
Kevin Williams! He's involved in a HUGE fued with Alex's uncle Johnny over in
the BYCW--and he's apparently bringing those hard feelings to CCW! He just
pulled Seymour Fawles out of the ring and prevented the younger Libido from
taking CCW's Television Title!
CR: I was so engrossed by Cameron and Blaze, I didn't even see Williams make
his way to the ring, Mouth! Libido is up, but Williams lands a boot to the
mid-section!
MM: "The Superstar" hits the ropes: The Show Stopper!
CR: Is that what he calls that, Mouth? It was is called the Fame-Asser in
another federation, but it's laid out Alex Libido here!
MM: Oh, man . . . If Johnny Libido is watching at home, Kevin Williams just
sent a message loud and clear: I will stop at NOTHING to destroy you--and that
INCLUDES going through your nephew! The BYCW Heavyweight Champion has laid out
Alex Libido--and is dragging Axl Blaze on top!
CR: Oh, my Lord . . . Williams just made a lewd gesture toward Cameron before
pulling Fawles back into the ring! This is an injustice, Mouth!
MM: How? Blaze deserved the win before Cameron threw the title into the mix.
The ref is there for the count . . .
[REF: ONE! TWO! THREE!]
MM: HE DID IT! Axl Blaze retained the Television Championship! Wow, Cass, can
this night get any more eventful?!
CR: I don't have an answer, Mouth. Apparently the BYCW Heavyweight Champion,
"Superstar" Kevin Williams, is here. Whether or not he's under CCW contract, I
don't know. If he's not, I guess this was simply a way for him to make his
point to "Mr. Irresistible" on a VERY large scale.
MM: Without a doubt, "Mr. Irresistible" got the message. I'm sure he'll handle
this over in BYCW--where it NEEDS to be handled. Meanwhile, though, Axl Blaze
has retained the title. I want to see how Cameron helps Blaze celebrate!
CR: You know, that is NOT going to happen!
MM: Libido is still out--and the TV champ is stomping away on him! He's putting
the boots to Alex for good measure.
CR: NO!! Cameron has unlocked the cage, and is rushing toward Blaze. She's
begging him not to hurt her husband, but Blaze is grabbing her! That animal is
trying to kiss her!
MM: SHE is trying to kiss HIM, I think!
CR: Alex Libido is up now, and he's shocked that he let the belt slip through
his fingers. But more so, he's confused by what he sees! His wife is in the
arms of Axl Blaze!
MM: Haha! Yes!
CR: Alex Libido doesn't know WHAT happened. He apparently doesn't remember
seeing Kevin Williams -- or being on the receiving end of The Show Stopper. All
he sees is Cameron and Blaze--and he's turning and leaving the ring!
MM: He knows he's a beaten man. I love it!
CR: As Alex Libido leaves, Cameron finally pulls loose from Blaze. That poor
woman! She has been utterly USED in Blaze's mindgame! Look at her shouting at
Blaze . . .
[The camera closes in on the two. Blaze is laughing as Cameron is in tears.]
CAMERON: You've ruined my life, Axl . . . WHY have you done this? How could you
do this to me?
[Axl continues to laugh. In her frustration, Cameron attempts to slap Blaze,
but he shoves her to the canvas.]
MM: Cameron, YOU have just been "manipulated!!" I LOVE IT!
CR: Fans, this is absolutely DISGUSTING . . . My heart goes out to that young
woman. Let's go to Eddie Ramirez in the back.
[As the camera shows Cameron Brunt sobbing in the center of the ring, we cut to
the back.]
[In the back, the camera focuses on the door of Dazz's dressing room. Inside,
voices are raised--namely Dazz's.]
DAZZ: Listen, chump, I don't give a good goddam what Gunn and those punks did
to you earlier tonight. I don't NEED your help, I don't WANT your help, and I
didn't ASK for your help! Now, if you don't get the [BLEEP!] out of here RIGHT
[BLEEP]in' now, I'm going to make what those preppy ass mother [BLEEP!] did to
you earlier look like a walk in the [BLEEP]in' park!
[The door to the dressing room opens, and PEP is shoved out. As the door slams
behind him, the President of the CCW stops, a venomous look on his face, and
glares into the camera.]
PEP: If he's too stupid to take my help, I'm going to figure out how to show
Gunn ON MY OWN that what he did was the biggest mistake of his career . . .
[As PEP storms off down the hallway, the camera cuts to the inside of The Stud
Stable lockerroom where Gunn, Brendan Blade and Brett Hunter are watching on a
monitor.]
GUNN: So, he thinks he's going to have that piece of trash help him get some
revenge, huh?
BLADE: Not a chance, Tommy. You've got the big man and your ROLE MODEL watching
your back. Ain't NOBODY going to stick their nose in this one . . .
[Both men grin at each other--even as Brett sits expressionless.]
BLADE: Except US, that is . . .
GUNN: [flashing his trademark impish grin] Too bad for PEP the party is over.
The poor guy doesn't know that he's beaten.
BLADE: You would think he would . . . we BEAT him pretty damn good!
[As all three laugh--even Brett Hunter can't resist Blade's idiocy--the camera
cuts to ringside where Cassandra and The Mouth are standing by.]
CR: The owner of CCW, Preston Everett Pressley, III, is looking for any means
possible to extract some revenge on the men that he led to not only the top of
CCW, but the entire industry, Mouth. What could the President POSSIBLY do?
MM: He should just GIVE UP! PEP, I love ya, man, but they've got you
out-numbered, and, I hate to say it, but out-smarted, too.
CR: I wouldn't count our President out of this one just yet! He's a crafty
veteran of the ring wars, and if anyone can come up with a way to get back at
"The Natural" and his posse, it's PEP.
MM: I have to give you some credit there. PEP is at the very top of this
game--and has been for years. He's led not only athletes ranging "Mr.
Irresistible" to "The Natural" to your own fiance, Danny Golden, to World
championships, but he's also led this organization from a very small, regional
show to one that is being broadcast around the world on Pay-Per-View. He's a
smart man--and, with that checkbook of his, a very POWERFUL one.
CR: Exactly my point. If Dazz won't accept PEP's blessing for beating the
stuffing out of Gunn, I'm sure someone ELSE will.
MM: Speaking of "beating the stuffings out of" someone, the HELL IN A CELL
match is up next, Cass! Now THAT is a match that is going to be hard for ME to
stomach.
CR: Well, make sure you aim at the wastecan if you are going to vomit, Mouth!
This is one of my best dresses!
MM: It looks like someone beat me to it--in MY opinion.
CR: Why you little . . .
MM: Hey, Cass! I'm being told that we've got something going on in the back!
[Cut immediately to the dressing room of The Young Guns. Justin Sakar and Steve
Talon are showing Alex Libido video-taped footage of the Television Title match
from just minutes ago.]
TALON: See, it was Cameron that stopped the count! Look . . .
[The belt is seen hitting Fawles, stopping the ref's count at 2.]
TALON: And it was WILLIAMS that interfered--LOOK.
[Alex watches with intensity written all over his face.]
ALEX: Why that sonuva . . . He's bringing his problems with my uncle to
CCW--and cost me the Television title in doing so? I'm going to kill that
bastard!
TALON: Alex, aren't you forgetting something?
SAKAR: Or SOMEONE?
ALEX: Who?
[As Libido turns, he finds Cameron Brunt standing in the doorway. Her makeup
has run down her face, her eyes have swollen up from crying. The look on
Libido's face changes from anger to heartbreak as he sees his wife standing
there, sobbing.]
CAMERON: Why didn't you believe me, Alex? I told you . . . I have never loved
any . . . body . . . but . . .
[Before she can finish, she has broken down into sobs again--and Libido rushes
to her. He pulls her too him as she continues to cry. He is whispering
apologies and trying to console her. As he does, the camera returns to
ringside.]
CR: Fans, this situation with Alex Libido and Cameron Brunt is so very sad to
me. A young couple, so much in love, has basically been torn apart by the
manipulations of Axl Blaze. That man is absolutely revolting.
MM: That MAN is absolutely BRILLIANT! And, he's the CCW World Television
Champion!
CR: Who else is going to be hurt in the process of his climb through CCW's
rankings, Mouth? How many more people is he going to hurt?
MM: As many as it takes, I suspect! Man . . . What a lucky guy!
CR: You are a very sick individual, Mouth. VERY sick.
MM: Speaking of "lucky guys," Cass, here comes one of the luckiest! "The
Franchise" Reon Wilson! And THERE is the reason he's lucky . . . Stacey!
VA-VA-VA-VOOOOM!
CR: Isn't there a leash law in Las Vegas? That mutt should be chained up at
home.
MM: I was thinking about sending the same memo to "The Enforcer".
CR: Oh, you're a riot, Mouth.
MM: Thanks, I try.
CR: Maybe someday you'll succeed.
MM: Uh-huh . . .
CR: Fans, "The Franchise" and Stacey are heading this way even as the massive
Cell is starting to lower over the ring. That thing is GIGANTIC, Mouth!
MM: It's almost a ton of steel, Cass--and it's going to close Doctor Pain--the
X-Treme Champion--and "The Franchise"--the challenger--from the rest of the
world. Speaking of the challenger, here he is . . .
CR: [under her breath] What a delight . . .
MM: Welcome to Las Vegas, "Franchise"! Stacey, it's always MY PLEASURE to see
you . . .
STACEY: It sure is, Mouth--and don't you forget it!
REON: Now, I'm not going to waste my breath talking to these idiots at home,
but I _WILL_ let my beautiful wife set some things straight for THIS woman--and
I use that term loosely.
CASS: Loosely? That sounds like you're describing "The Queen of Hardcore"!
STACEY: One more nasty remark, bitch, and I'm going to slap the taste right out
of your mouth--RIGHT HERE on pay-per-view!
CASS: I'd like to see you TRY, tramp!
[Mouth pushes his way between the two, forcing them apart.]
MM: Ladies . . . Ladies . . . Calm down! This isn't the time . . .
[Cassandra sits down, crossing her legs in a ladylike fashion--but her eyes
never leave Stacey.]
MM: Now, "Franchise," I see you've got a bandage on your head. Is that from
your earlier attack at the hands of Kevin Tainer?
REON: Yes, it is--but it's not going to play into what I do in the ring against
Pain tonight. That belt is coming back EXACTLY where it belongs--and that's TO
ME. Whether that big idiot believes it or not . . .
STACEY: He can sure as hell COUNT ON IT!
MM: How did I know that was coming?
STACEY: And I'm telling you . . . If I hear so much as a WORD from you, you're
going to get it!
[The cage has lowered into place, and, as the ring technicians check to make
sure everything is secure, Stacey and "The Franchise" climb in.]
CR: Well, thank God those two are gone . . . I thought the odor was going to
kill me!
MM: What are you talking about? I didn't smell anything.
CR: Mouth, I've heard of a 'not-so-fresh' feeling, but that hussy is a walking
billboard for Massengill.
MM: Oh, that was really below the belt!
CR: And so was that foul odor. I hope she gets some help--SOON.
MM: Cass, you should watch your mouth. If Stacey hears that, there's going to
be trouble!
CR: Well, I say let her bring it on. I won't think twice about kicking her butt
right here in Las Vegas--in front of a pay-per-view audience!
MM: While we're waiting for the entrance of our X-Treme Champion, Cass, let's
go to the back--where "El Guapo" is standing by with some important information
. . .