[CCW] NOVEMBER REIGN (Parts 5 and 6)
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Portions of the crowd, realizing what this means, begin to boo as the masked
"Rebel Youth" makes an appearance at the entranceway. He pauses, taking in the
heat from the crowd, before walking slowly down to the ring with his usual
burning intensity in his eyes. Whether or not he is enjoying the heat from the
crowd is unknown but through his mask we can see that a smug grin has found
it's way into his face. The Rebel Youth hops up onto the apron and slingshots
his way over the top rope and into the ring, landing nimbly on his feet. He
calls for a mic, which someone hands to him quickly. He dismisses the
interviewer with a wave of his hand.]
THE REBEL YOUTH: [to the interviewer] Your services will NOT be required for
this one. I can handle it from here.
[A confused interviewer reluctantly leaves the ring through the ropes and
leaves Rebel Youth to it.]
T.R.Y.: Ladies and Gentleman, the FUTURE has arrived.
[Portions of the crowd begin to boo.]
T.R.Y.: [smirking] Yes, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking how POOR
this show has been. You're thinking how LOW on talent the CCW seems to be at
the moment. You're thinking? wishing? hoping? PRAYING that someone come and
lighten up this sorry assed federation.
[The crowd boo even more.]
T.R.Y.: [grinning] Tell the CCW what you want. Tell them you are SICK and TIRED
of paying all your hard-earned money for week after week of poor match-ups and
PATHETIC main events. Tell them you want a champ that is WORTHY. Tell the CCW
EXACTLY what you want.
[The crowd boo even more. A chant of "Ass-hole, Ass-hole" has started.]
T.R.Y.: [chuckling to himself] YOU TELL THEM!! Tell them EXACTLY what you think
of this "Magnum" and his likes. For the future has arrived, and only you, the
people, can shape it for the better. Only you, the people, can allow this
future to grow and nourish. Only you, the people, can place the future where
you want it to be.
[The crowd's boo are totally drowning out what Rebel Youth is saying.]
T.R.Y.: (trying to speak over the boos) Ladies and Gentleman?
[The crowd's noise is too much for Rebel Youth to be hear. He waits a few
moments, getting more and more angry as he waits. The boos die down a little
and he continues.]
T.R.Y.: [trying again] Ladies and Gentleman? I AM THE FUTURE!!! And the sooner
you peons realise that, THE BETTER!!
[A fresh wave of booing erupts around the crowd. Rebel Youth waits with a smirk
on his face for it to die down.]
T.R.Y.: Now that we've got THAT sorted out, let's get down to the REAL reason
I'm out here? They wanted me to come out and explain my reasons for being in
the CCW? I am here because I DESERVE to be here. I DESERVE to gain the
limelight for years of not being respected enough, not being praised enough,
not being LIKED enough to get that? This is my calling and I FULLY INTEND to
make use of it.
[The Rebel Youth being mockingly tutting and shaking his head.]
T.R.Y.: For the sad fact is before I came back, the CCW was on the road to
nowhere? Viewing figures were down? Sponsors were pulling out? NO-ONE was
interested anymore? SUCH a poor showing for a federation with SUCH potential.
Still, it can STILL be turned around? This "Rebel Youth" is not enough to
change a whole federation? but the man behind the mask IS.
[All this time, there has been a constant boo from portions from the crowd. The
Rebel Youth seems to be lapping it up.]
T.R.Y.: [continuing] They tell me I'm fighting this "Magnum" at NOVEMBER REIGN?
Well, wasn't THAT obvious?? [smirks] Jeez, while I've been away even the
writing has become poor? [mockingly shakes his head] They don't even have the
decency to put this "Rebel Youth" in the main event? I mean, WHO wants to see
all flash and no substance Tommy Gunn face an equally pathetic Dazz?!?
[The crowd cheer at the prospect of that match-up. Rebel Youth looks slightly
confused as if he actually believed what he was saying.]
T.R.Y.: A feud that has dragged on and dragged on until everyone, and I mean
EVERYONE is sick to the bad teeth of hearing both their PATHETIC ramblings? but
that is none of my concern at the moment? My concern lies with this "Magnum"?
[The crowd cheer at the mention of Magnum's name. A small "Magnum, Magnum"
chant starts for a little while.]
T.R.Y.: [chuckling] Yes, very good. We ALL know how much of a HERO he is? Yes,
my concern lies with him but NOT in the way you think it would? Will I beat
him? No question about it? but what happens to this "Magnum" AFTER I walk out
of NOVEMBER REIGN victorious? His career will be in tatters. He won't have this
"Rebel Youth"'s influence and presence to keep his career alive? [mockingly]?
It's a shame, a DAMN shame? [back to normal]? but he shall receive NO sympathy
from me for he is NOT deserving and his little "reign" as one of the top dogs
here will END at the pay-per-view? and THAT? is a promise.
[The Rebel Youth drops the mic and vaults over the top rope and out of the
ring. He slowly walks up to the entrance to a LOT of heat from the crowd, which
he appears to ignore with a smirk. He stands at the entranceway and absorbs the
heat from a short while before disappearing backstage.]
[At ringside, Cassandra and Mouth appear to be baffled.]
CR: Fans, The Rebel Youth is a very mysterious, VERY . . . tormented . . .
young man. In all honesty, I think he suffers from disillusionment, Mouth. When
he said that the fans didn't want to see Tommy Gunn take on Dazz--and the fans
overwhelmingly DISagreed--he seemed shocked. Likewise, he talked about how he
was the "future of CCW"--as well as its past--as if he BELIEVED it.
MM: No doubt the guy has some issues. Did you catch the key in there, Cass? He
was talking about CCW as if he'd BEEN here before? As I said, he looks a little
familiar, but, then again, which high-flying masked man COULDN'T look a little
familiar?
CR: Very true. In our business, we see so many matches and competitors, after a
while only the SUPERSTARS stand out.
MM: And, in my opinion, it's going to take a win over a bona-fide "Star" of
this sport to get The Rebel Youth anywhere NEAR that status!
CR: Tonight he'll have his chance, Mouth! He's going to be facing THIS man . .
.
[Suddenly the pyros surrounding the entryway explode--and "The Magnum's" music
begins to play. The fans instantly jump to their feet, cheering for the popular
superstar--and member of "The Association." He pauses in the entryway, posing
for the fans--who are going crazy for him.]
MM: Cass, can you believe the popularity of "The Magnum"?! This man has had a
roller-coaster career in CCW--sliding from opening act to main event and back
over the last 6 months. Tonight, if he can defeat The Rebel Youth, he should be
in line for another chance at CCW gold.
CR: Quite true. "The Magnum" was a hair's-breadth from winning the CCW
Television title a few months back. However, the devious Chris Bailey--who will
be in action NEXT--prevented him from defeating "The Magnificent" MID-Nite,
then-Television Champion.
MM: You know what they say: "Almost doesn't count," and that was ultimately the
fate of "The Magnum's" TV Title dreams!
CR: As Marksman flexes those massive arms . . . OH, MY!
MM: From behind, the masked Rebel Youth has attacked! Marksman stumbles forward
in the aisle, and The Rebel Youth lands a dropkick the the muscular "Magnum's"
back! Michael Marksman is knocked hard to the entryway ramp!
CR: This one is off to a quick start, Mouth! The Rebel Youth pulls Marksman up,
hooking him for a suplex. NO! "The Magnum" is too strong! A second time he
blocks--and Marksman reverses! The masked man bounces off of the entryway ramp!
MM: The bell rang, so this one is officially started, Cass--and the referee is
beginning the 10-count! Marksman pulls Youth up, whipping him back-first to the
ring-apron!
CR: These men need to be aware of the count, Mouth. It would be a shame for
this one to end in count-out!
MM: True enough--and Marksman seems to have heard you. He grabs The Rebel Youth
and rolls him into the ring. He slides in himself and pulls The Youth to his
feet. A boot to the midsection takes the wind out of the masked man, and "The
Magnum" hits the ropes. Running lariat!
CR: That carried such force that it completely flipped The Rebel Youth upside
down! Marksman drops across Youth's chest, hooking the leg!
[REF: ONE! TWO!]
MM: The Rebel Youth kicks out at 2, and Marksman pulls him up--and starts
working on the mask! He's trying to unlace the back and see who's under there!
CR: Rebel Youth is struggling to get away--and just jabbed Marksman in the eye
with his thumb! It doesn't matter how strong you are, if you can't see . . .
MM: Damn, with the cliches you're spouting, it feels like I'm working with that
fat bastard from Oklahoma!
CR: Mouth, leave Jim Ross alone.
MM: I'm TALKING about "The Beav", Dumbass!
CR: Watch your mouth--and show some respect! In the ring, Marksman is rubbing
his eye--and The Rebel Youth lands a scissors-kick! "The Magnum" is flattened!
And now Rebel Youth springs to the ropes: Twisting legdrop! That was
incredible!
MM: Nicely done from the masked man, and he roles Marksman over for the cover.
[REF: ONE! TWO! T--]
CR: WOAH! Mouth, Marksman just tossed The Rebel Youth THROUGH THE ROPES! I
can't believe my eyes!
MM: That was INCREDIBLE strength from The Association member! He's rolling to
his feet, but The Rebel Youth is on the ring apron. He leaps to the top
rope--backward! Moonsault!
CR: NO! He was caught my Marksman! "The Magnum" drops Rebel Youth onto his
shoulder: POWERSLAM! He hooks the leg!
[REF: ONE! TWO! THRE--]
MM: NO! The mysterious young man kicks out, Cass! I didn't think he had it in
him. That powerslam was SO forceful, I didn't think there was ANY WAY for him
to kick out!
CR: He found the reserve he needed. Now "The Magnum" is up, Mouth--and he's
calling for his finisher! He drags Rebel Youth to his feet, backing him to the
corner. Marksman whips him across the ring with incredible force! Youth bounces
forward--and Marksman grabs him, propelling him straight up . . . and Down! The
Rebel Youth just landed on his stomach and chest in the center of the ring!
MM: "The Magnum" hits the ropes--and lands a splash onto Youth's back! He rolls
him over for the cover!
[REF: ONE! TWO! THRE--]
CR: Did he get him? NO! I thought he did, but the ref is only saying 2. "The
Magnum" pulls Rebel Youth up, hurling him hard to the cornerpost! The Rebel
Youth weighs 225 lbs. at MOST, wouldn't you say, Mouth? Marksman is throwing
him around like a rag doll in there!
MM: Without a doubt! It's all The Rebel can do to stay on his feet in that
corner. And now "The Magnum" charges full-steam ahead!
CR: NO! You spoke too soon! The Rebel Youth lands a spinning kick as "The
Magnum" rushes in! Marksman goes down hard! The Rebel Youth needs to react
quickly--and he does!
MM: The Rebel Youth is moving to the top rope. He's poised.
CR: And Marksman is getting back to his feet. He's back up, but wobbly--and The
Rebel Youth leaps! X-FACTOR from the Top Rope! "The Magnum" lands face-first!
He's out, Mouth!
MM: The Rebel Youth rolls him over and hooks the leg!
[REF: ONE! TWO! THREE!]
CR: The Masked man did it! He overcame incredible odds--and has pinned "The
Magnum" squarely in the center of the ring!
MM: Maybe this kid IS going to have a "Future" in CCW!
CR: He just got past that "bonafide superstar" you mentioned that he needed to
move to the next level in CCW, Mouth! "The Magnum" gave his all--but The Rebel
Youth pulled this one out from nowhere!
MM: And LISTEN to the fans booing him! Cass, I think I _like_ this youngster!
CR: "Youngster"?! Mouth, I think whoever is under that mask is older than YOU!
MM: If you say so, Cass. I can't be bothered with the details!
CR: Fans, as The Rebel Youth celebrates the victory, we're going to go to Eddie
Ramirez in the back. It seems that yet ANOTHER altercation has broken out!
MM: Oh, man . . . What now?
CR: Eddie, we're all ears! What's going on?
[The camera cuts to the back, where "El Guapo" has a fearful look on his face.
Behind him an altercation is taking place, but the combatants are unseen at
this point.]
ER: Mouth, Cass, we've had yet ANOTHER unexpected twist occur! Just minutes
away from our scheduled HELL IN A CELL match pitting "The Franchise" against
Doctor Pain, we've had an uninvited visitor!
[The camera pulls back as "El Guapo" scampers away from the ruckus that going
down. Immediately the participants can be seen: CCW X-Treme Champion Doctor
Pain has a bloodied spot on his forehead. Meanwhile, standing over him with a
2x4 in his hands, is "Crazy" Kevin Tainer!]
ER: As you can see, Doctor Pain was preparing for a segment to be posted on
CCW.com, when "The Insane One" Kevin Tainer simply appeared OUT OF NOWHERE!
Before the X-Treme Champion could respond, Tainer had cracked a 2x4 over his
head!
[In the background, as "El Guapo" tries to keep his distance, Pain can be heard
calling Tainer a number of obscenities as he rallies back. He ducks yet another
2x4 shot--and hits Tainer with a boot to the midsection. He grabs a hand full
of Tainer's hair, slamming him into the brick wall. Tainer pulls away--and then
drives the board into Pain's stomach, doubling him over. In a single motion,
Tainer lands the piece of wood across the back of Pain's head, knocking him to
the ground. With the X-Treme champion down, Tainer snatches up his championship
belt--slaps the camera from the camera man's hands--and it goes fuzzy!]
CR: Oh, my word! I hope that "El Guapo" is O.K. in the back! What on earth is
going on tonight, Mouth? We've got "Crazy" Kevin Tainer returning to CCW--for a
sneak-attack on Doctor Pain?
MM: It appears these men are reviving their SSWF fued, Cassandra! Remember, it
was Tainer and Pain that traded the SSWF Hardcore Championship several times in
1998.
CR: Indeed it was. However, tonight it's Pain against Rollover Wilson--in a
CELL! How is this attack from Tainer going to affect the X-Treme Champion?
MM: That's a good question, Cass. Not to mention: Where is the X-Treme title
now? It looked to ME like Tainer disappeared with it!
CR: I'm sure those questions and more will be answered in due time, however . .
.
MM: What? Ramirez AGAIN?
CR: Fans, our roving reporter Eddie Ramirez has his camera up-and-running
again, and it appears that the situation in the back hasn't calmed down any.
Eddie, back to you.
[Cut to the back, where the camera is a bit grainier--but working nevertheless.
Doctor Pain is on his feet, with Dr. MID-Nite looking at the blood that is
dripping from his mask around his eyes.]
PAIN: What in the hell is this all about? I give that [BLEEP!] a little bit of
respect, and that's the thanks I get? Kevin Tainer, when I get through with
Reon Wilson, you're going to be the next [BLEEP!] on my list of asses to kick!
MID-NITE: Calm down, Pain. You're causing this wound to bleed more rapidly than
it needs to. Calm down . . . Let it start to coagulate.
PAIN: CALM DOWN?! CALM DOWN?! That [BLEEP!] has my belt. He cracked me over the
head 3 times with a 2x4. And you tell me to CALM DOWN?
ER: Cass, Mouth, as you can see, Doctor Pain is none too happy with the goings
on from just minutes ago. However, that isn't the news I wanted to bring you.
[The camera follows "El Guapo" as he heads down a hallway -- toward a door that
is marked "Medical".]
ER: Behind this door, fans, is the President of CCW Preston Everett Pressley,
III. At the top of our broadcast, he was attacked by the men he has for the
duration of the CCW tenure. He received a severe beating at the hands of what
REMAINS of The Stud Stable--IF it is still "The Stud Stable," an organization
so closely married to PEP that no creation has ever existed that he did NOT
manage. Tonight, however, that tradition has been discarded--shattered at the
hands of the brash 23-year old CCW World Champion Tommy Gunn.
CR: Eddie, are you telling us this to hear yourself speak--or is there a moral
to this?
ER: Oh, sorry, Cass! There IS, in fact, a moral. My reports are that PEP has
been revived--and is furious, and rightfully so, at the actions of Gunn, Blade
and Brett Hunter.
[Just then, the sound of shouting can be heard from within. It soon becomes
evident that it's the CCW President--and he is approaching the door.]
PEP: I don't give a damn if you DO think I need to go to the hospital! This is
MY federation. I sign the paychecks around here--including yours--and I'm GOING
to go find that sonuvabitch Tommy Gunn. I don't give a damn WHAT you say! I'm
going to find that bastard, and he WILL REGRET having ever lifted a finger to
Preston Everett Pressley, the third. MARK MY WORDS!
[As Ramirez and the camera attempt to move from the door, it is flung open, and
PEP is standing there. His dress shirt, bloodied and pulled loose from his suit
pants, has noticable footprints on it from being kicked repeatedly. His face
has been doctored up--as is obvious from the iodine stain around the rather
large Band-Aid on his forehead. He's sporting the beginning of a black eye that
nothing can cover. He looks surprised to have the cameraman focusing on him.]
PEP: GODDAMMIT, Ramirez! You scared the hell out of me!
ER: I'm sorry, PEP . . . Really! I'm sorry.
PEP: Quit your damn apologizing. I suppose you're just trying to do your job.
Now, if that's the case, then maybe you know where the hell that no-good,
double-crossing Tommy Gunn is?
ER: To my knowledge, they're down in the Stud Stable locker room.
PEP: What? The Studs' locker . . . why that dirty sonuvabitch. Let me be the
first to tell you, Ramirez: The Stud Stable is DEAD. And, after what he did to
me tonight, Tommy Gunn might as well be. NOBODY does this to Preston Everett
Pressley and gets away with it. NOBODY.
[As PEP gets a look of determination on his face, the camera cuts back to
ringside.]