MVP/JMC vs. Airborn/Van Risen

[Philly]

The scene opens up in a bedroom. There is a king sized bed in the middle, with dark pink carpet, flower wallpaper, a big mirror closet, and a big bathroom on the side of it. MVP is laying on the bed, but sees the camera and gets up. You see him wearing 76er basketball shorts and a Eagles NFC Title TShirt.

MVP: When you first saw this room, I know what you were thinking. You were thinking "Is that guy gay?" No, I'm not, I have a beautiful wife. Luckily I don't have kids, but I live with my cousin who acts like a kid. But that's beside the point. Because, just a few days ago, I had a great match with The One. But I just didn't come out on top. I can live with that. I have 3 straight losses on TNT, but I can live with it. I just need to go into next match thinking differently. I have to not let myself lose. I have to not let the crowd control me. I will let the crowd think what they want, whether they want to like me or hate me. But one person they do hate, if I'm not mistaken, is my tag team partner this week on TNT, the Shakespeare wannabee, JMC. I would say his whole name, if I could pronounce it. But his personality of being British and a poet is not the point. The man is my partner. Whether I like it or not and whether he likes it or not, we have to face Airborn and Van Risen. Now, people watching, whomever you are, I want you to notice something. Notice that JMC is undefeated. He has never lost a match in WPW. Hopefully I can builf off some of his momentum going into and leaving the match. JMC, I envy you. I havent won a match in 3 weeks! You are 4 wins and no losses, I think.

MVP picks up a card from a pile. He looks at it for a second.

MVP: Yes, 4 wins no losses. Now, JMC, remember what Airborn did last week. Lets give him whats coming to him. He desearves to get his ass kicked. And Van Risen can't maintain a partner. Also notice that.

MVP picks up another card off the pile.

MVP: This is Airborn's profile card. It says he is a rocker who lived on the streets and took up judo. Two things about that. One, and I have to make this comment, or not a comment, but a question. Did you do drugs? I'm not making a stereotype about rockers and drugs, but I'm just curious. You seem like the type. But that's nothing. Another comment. I don't think judo is going to protect you from JMC's wrath. JMC, I know your watching this, take no mercy on Airborn.

MVP sits back down on the bed and looks at the camera. He just has this blank stare at the camera. You hear him breathing heavy through his nose.

MVP: You can go if you want, ask Matt to let you out.

MVP gets up before the camera leaves. Then the camera turns off, but turns back on with someone else in the room with MVP. The other guy in the room is just wearing a black Eagles hat, red shirt, and blue jeans. MVP leaves the room before anyone says anything. The camera follows MVP down a narrow and short hallway into another bedroom. It is a small room with a Dell Latitude on a table. MVP logs on, but the guy walks into the room after the camera.

Guy(this man has a squeeky voice): Can I go to the ring on Tuesday?

MVP: Will you interfere?

Guy: No, I just want to be in the ring.

MVP: Fine, just dont get involved.

Guy: I promise, I won't.

MVP: O, I didn't intorduce you to my cousin, Matt. He lives with me we share the house.

Matt: Hi.

MVP: Well, I dont know why you guys are still here. You should know the way out, if you don't just walk that way to the kitchen and go out that door onto the porch then walk out that door. Goodbye. O, and one more thing. JMC, remember, give Airborn what's coming to him.

[AFalseSinn]

*Blah blah....you know how this crap goes....Van Risen is sitting somwhere, ill make it dark this time...cause dark takes less words....and of course he has his little Van Dummy with him...or whichever one is the actual puppet...i dont know anymore*



Van Risen: Every week I find myself in a tag team match.....every week I find myself with a inept partner who cant seem to find his own ass with both hands and a map....they have all spent the match getting there asses handed to them, and when I finally make it into the match....I DESTROY ALL!


Van Dummy: And yet I make the mistake last week to tag the fool back in!
Sure i had taken a very high impact move and didnt want to become the man on the bottom of a 3 second pile.....but yet again i put a man who had no reason to be inside my ring.


Van Risen: I lost yet another match....but again it happend with out me being pinned....
this week we try again....this week we see if I have been stuck with another Puppet or if finally a man has stepped forward who can handle his own without me constantly watching his back.


Van Dummy: This week we find out who the real dummy is.....this week we find out how far I am willing to go to spread the pain over WPW.....Airborn.....be ready puppet.....the master is tired of mismatches.....


Van Risen: my partners have gotten weaker as my opponents have gotten stronger.....this week i face perhaps the strongest so far....well at least one of them.....


we are all puppets......but somone has to step forward as the master......i pull the strings

[Raven]

In a darkened back alley, Airborn comes out from steam rising up through a went in the ground, wearing a black Iron Maiden T-shirt, black leather jacket, new rock boots and baggyish jeans.

"Welcome back to my playground. First off, I'd like to thank miss Amanda Rhyme for the pleasure of after-victory delights last week, after I kicked El Lardo's ass and choked out miss chokes-on-dick, aka, Sophie Cassius. There was no better delight than the feeling of her body giving out from under me.

Speaking of which, I now have a tag team match against her brother, Janice. Do you mind if I call you Janice? No, good. Well, Janice, I hear you aint lost a match yet. And I hear you wanna kick the unholy living crap out of me cause of what I did to your sister. Well, its quite simple... Tough Shit. You wanna come into my pit, and mosh with the big guy. You know you're gonna get hurt. You may think you've got it going cause you aint lost a single match yet, and are possibly on the way to being one of the first ever WpW heavyweight champions. You want my advice. Run..... to the hills! Run..... for your life. Cause what I'm going to do to you isnt even going to be Legal. If you think your sister was in a bad way after what I did, you'll be shocked by what I do to you. You're not just going down. I'm going to put you down like the dog that you are. And bury you six foot under!

And that brings me onto MVP! Well, so you're bringing some back up in the form of your lover, *cough* i mean cousin, Matt. Don't worry Matt, i'll take care of your boyfriend when he gets in the ring with me.... heh heh heh. I'll put him in a condition where you'll be spongue bathing him everyday. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you. Rubbing his soft shoulders in the bath tub, a little spark, whoosh, a little excitment, whoa, forgetting you're related and whoops, you slip and your dick is in his ass. Please MvP, do yourself a favour and keep on your losing streak, you're good at it!

Now, i realise I've been teamed up with a psycho who believes he's being controlled by a puppet, or a puppet has it's hand in his ass.... or something like that, "my friend of misery" so to speak. But that's okay. I dont mind. I've been dealing with non-sensical psychos who cant accept anything different and panic by it all my life. So Van Risen, here's the plan. You do your job, i'll do mine and together, we'll mosh these piece's of crap into the ground like I did Janice's sister last week.

See ya's in the pit boys. Watch out for my demons cause they're coming for you!"

[Prometheus]

Scene opens up on a stage, however instead of JMC being on it and the crowd being empty as is usually seen when a stage appears on WPW screens. Instead there are two actors, both bearded and performing on the stage; a castle backdrop lies behind them. In front of them is a crowd, a crowd mostly dressed in black and white suits, or dresses in the case of the female members of the audience, most have grey hair which isn’t surprising if we consider the most likely context of the play.


“…do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that
hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My money is
almost spent; I have been to-night exceedingly well
cudgelled; and I think the issue will be…”

Enter at the back of the theatre a figure, dressed in a peach dress with no backing. As she finishes closing the door into the theatre, she turns around revealing her face to be that of Sophie Cassius. As she walks up the aisle, she seems ignorant of the play going on, looking around in the crowd. As she reaches near the front of the auditorium she stops in her tracks, looking upwards. She then storms back to the door. The camera looks at what she saw to reveal her Brother, James. He is on one of the balconies to the stage left of the actors dressed in a tuxedo like all the other gray haired men. JMC is glued to the performance, whacking his knee with the programme at the same time. At point he begins to mouth the words of the upcoming lines. From behind him comes his sister again, she grabs the programme James was holding and hits him over the head with it. JMC throws his hands up in defense as his sister sits down next to him

JMC: What did I do?

Sophie: You knew I wanted to see you tonight, but you go slinking to the theatre. You were supposed to meet me for dinner twenty minutes ago

JMC: Hmm, odd really (He looks back at the play) I had no true desire or intention to meet you twenty minutes ago.

He receives another hit on the head for this remark.

Sophie: You don’t think we have something to talk about?

JMC: Nothing as interesting as being witness to this play, I can remain assured.

Sophie: Am I gonna have to remind you about this week?

JMC: Is this another chance for you to brag about thy victory on Live? I swear if I hear about that even once more…

Sophie: No, but that was still cool (She shifts her weight more towards the play) It’s more about… last week.

JMC: My incredible and sound defeat of Donald after his rude and ill-thought plan of interrupting my autograph session? But which I might add, would never have been possible without thy assistance.

Sophie: Actually this is more about me.

JMC: (Looks away from the actors) It usually is.

(Whack)


“Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft;
And wit depends on dilatory time.
Does't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee.
And thou, by that small hurt, hast cashier'd Cassio"

Sophie: James, please, you know how much this match means to me. That idiot Airbo…

JMC: Airborn assaulted you last week, applying some sort of chokehold because the fool El Largo had no desire to help thee. I am aware of that situation, you have not informed me of anything new. And I repeat my message before, I knew our conversation would have little interesting,

Sophie: But what are you going to do about it!

JMC: I quite simply will make the fool pay for the disrespect he showed a female, if my old colleague The One was considered edgy by management and skittle eaters, then these actions of misogyny and debauchery simply cannot be tolerated. (He stops focusing on the play) Do not think I am unaware of thy hate for this character, I am more than capable of wishing for vengeance for last week as well. Did you not remember my first match at this federation? Yes, James Moriarty Cassius teamed with Airborn to defeat that mysterious Shadow-man and… someone else. Airborn is a fool, rising on the back of others to gain his time in the sun. He was like Icarus and I were Daedalus, I made us rise above the clouds in that match but we both soared. And I am sure you know how their plight ended.

Sophie: Icarus Fell to his death and Daedalus flew on. Poignant, James…

JMC: I do try to be so. Nevertheless, the point to be understood from this is that Airborn is dependant on the Cassius family for victory. If he had not been allied with me, he never would have been victorious in the main event. If it weren’t for you being bold enough to face him, he would never have claimed any sort of victory over thee. I promise thee one thing dear sister, that this week his ability to use The Cassius Family to victory will cease. He is not to ride on out coat tails any longer! James Cassius is on to brighter things now, he is poised to continue his undefeated streak into the WPW heavyweight tournament with no fools laying palms in front of my, trying to mirror off my success, James Moriarty Cassius has been a manager and now he is truly his own man! I tire so much of those considering me weak due to my history as a manager, it has given me perspectives that fools like Airborn would never contemplate!

(JMC’s voice has elevated with his anger at that moment and has startled many of the audience members who look at him in an unsavory manner, one shakes his head, muttering about the arrogant youth. JMC looks around apologetically, Sophie giggles to herself as her brother looks back at her.)

Sophie: Got carried away?

JMC: Possibly.

Sophie: Anyway I brought you a transcript of what’s been said so far, mostly by that….

JMC: Already have I watched the comments thrown around by mine partner and mine opponents.

Sophie: and…

JMC: And some make for interesting reads, nothing compared to the likes of what we witness here…


"...by the mass, ‘tis morning..."

The air fool says remarks that make me question his maturity. His insults seem to not have evolved beyond a pubescent twelve year olds remarks. His insult to thee, however vulgar and crude as it was, done little to shaken my spirits. His ideas crude, his female name are nowhere near the level of the doctor from “Scrubs” and ill thought out, especially in comparison to the poor soul who is forced to ally himself with him. Airborn and Van Risen, I do not fear either. For I know I am more intelligent, I have lived outside the schoolyard from which Airborn’s insults are flung from. And I have the intelligence to defeat Airborn in which ever way I want. And as a special reward to thee my lovely sister, it shall be him who is pinned to the mat at the end of our match. And you, along with the Cassius name will have thy vengeance on he who wronged thee…

Sophie claps her hands together in joy and kisses her brother on the cheek. JMC smiles back and looks back at the play as Sophie begins walking to the door. Cassius settles down into his chair as the last lines are said ("Go where thou art billeted") before the curtain comes down on the stage signaling the end of the act, as it does so James Claps heartily as the curtains fade down on his own performance too…