The Comeback Match, and other endeavors: Twizted & Matthews vs. Saxton & Adams

[Mike Corral]

We fade into the WPW locker room, where Chris Matthews and a refreshed looking Twizted are relaxing backstage.

Chris: Man, I can't believe how you came back and punked those two chumps Foxx and James. To be honest, I didn't think you'd be back so soon.

Twizted: Lesson learned. Don't doubt greatness. But yeah, I'm back, and I got some news for ya.

Chris: What's that?

Twizted: I talked to Carlos Gonzalez after TNT and got us a match at Full Force.

Chris: Against each other?

Twizted: No you idiot. Against the two guys who put me out in the first place.

Chris: Ooooh. Foxx and Matthews.

Twizted: Yeah. Those two. And I got us some help in case James tries to use that stupid cowbell he carries around.

Chris: Dammit, not Oscar! I can't understand a word he says!

Twizted: Not Oscar. He had to leave for some strange reason. No, I got a friend to help us out.

Chris: Who?

*On that note, a woman walks in and sits down on the lap of Twizted. The two kiss passionately before Twizted looks at Matthews.

Twizted: This here is Marilyn Lee Cross. Marilyn, meet my cousin Chris Matthews.

Marilyn: Nice to meet you Chris.

Chris: Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Hold the up. Marilyn? The same Marilyn who went behind your back and dated that one jock?

Twizted: Yuh-huh.

Chris: And you're cool with that?

Marilyn: Hey. I already explained myself to Twizted, and he accepted my apology. Is that good enough for you.

Chris: No, not really. But I'll accept it.

Marilyn: Good. Oh, and Twizted, honey, I passed by Carlos Gonzalez's office and heard him say that you two would be facing Johnny Saxton and Mykal Adams on TNT.

Twizted: ! C'mon man, we gotta get ready. I've seen Adams fight, and damn if he ain't one of the best.

Chris: Alright, I know a place where we can train.

Twizted: Cool, now let's go!!!

*Twizted leaves with Marilyn as the camera fades in on Matthews.

Chris: He's here not even one week and already he's high strung.

*Chris gets up to leave as we....

FADE OUT

[Chazz]

Before we can see a picture, we hear the sounds of a wrestling match that is going on. As the camera comes into focus, we see a nice 50 inch LCD TV (made by LG) and on the screen is the ending of the Whyndam/Stallion vs Saxton/Adams tag match. We see Mykal hitting the Love Gun Stun, and then we hear the words "Ohhhhhh! That had to hurt" come from someone in the room. As the camera pans out and turns to the right, we see "The Ladies Man" Mykal Adams sitting on his sofa. It appears that Mykal is just about done moving into his new homes. Last time we were here, we saw boxes all over the place. Today, there are only a couple, and his new furniture has arrived. From behind Mykal we see his father (Jeeves) come into the room. Jeeves has a bottle of Propel in his hand. He hands the drink to Mykal. Mykal, never taking his eyes off of the TV set, graps the drink in his right hand. Jeeves then looks at the TV and then looks back at Mykal.


Jeeves: How many times are you gonna watch this? What?......Isn't this like the fourth or fifth time?

Mykal: Just critiquing myself. And.....also trying to figure out what my so-called partner's deal is.

Jeeves: You two teaming up again this week?

Mykal: (laughs) Gotta love Carlos Gonzalez's booking. He knows that The Ladies Man needs to be on TNT. Irony is that I again have to work with Saxton.

Jeeves: You tried talking to Saxton? I know the two of you don't know one another, but maybe it would help the two of you out if the both of you could talk. Maybe get an understanding of one another.

Mykal: (turns TV off after we see Saxton trying to get his hand raised after Mykal one the match) How can I trust a guy who wanted his hand raised cause I single handidly one the tag match. Hell. The guy was all but looking like a dead cat in the middle of the road, but once I won the match, he springs to life and wants to celebrate? You don't sense something fishy about that?

Jeeves: I will admit. It was rather odd how it all went down. But nevertheless, it doesn't change the fat that you two will be working together this week at turmoil. Look son. Just try to take the high road on this one. Give Saxton the benefit of the doubt....this one time.

Mykal: Maybe your right. Guess it won't hurt to see what is on the guys mind. I'll talk to him at Turmoil.

Jeeves: Good. Hey....everybody deserves a second chance. But if he screws that up........

Mykal:......I will handle it.



Jeeves then makes his way out of the living room. Mykal puts his face into the palms of his hands and then takes a deep breath. He knows that the camera is still there, but is trying to figure out what he wants to say. Mykal then puts his hands by his side and then looks into the camera.....ready to speak.


Mykal: Twizted and Matthews. Allow me the priveledge of introducing myself to the both of you. The name is Adams......Mykal Adams...aka....The Ladies Man. I'm sure that you are well aware of the kind of talent I possess. I say this simply because I have seen footage on the both of you. And.....what I saw was impressive. You should know that I have respect for every opponent that I face. It may not seem like I do, but deep down, if you are scheduled to face me inside the ring, then you will be thoroughly studied by me. That is respect. But gentlemen, do not take it as a sign of weakness or a sign of me being afraid of you. Cause trust me.....it isn't!


Mykal pauses to take a drink of his Propel. As it goes into his mouth and down his throat, he let's out a refreshing "Ahhhh!". He continues his promo.


Mykal: Twizted. You made your return last week. How ironic that I made my debut last week when you made your "triumphant" return. And now, at this week's Turmoil in Jacksonville, you and I will be in the same ring....on opposite sides of course. I applaud you for making the speedy recovery, but that is all the sympathy you will get from me. For on this night, you will be my enemy. I know you have alot on your mind. However, I would like to share with you some friendly advice. Do not overlook me. I can't speak for my partner, but that is neither here nor there. Twizted, you have your own score to settle, and I can appreciate that. Still, you happen to be booked against a guy who is still dead set on proving to the whole wide world that he still has what it takes to be.......eventually.........a main eventer. What you saw from me last week was only a little taste of what I can do. Hell....when my partner is lying dead on the floor, I go out and beat two guys by myself. Hey....facts are facts. But don't make me out to be an arrogant prick. I simply know what I can do, and I work my ass off to make sure I am prepared. And Matthews......I respect you as well. But boys.....don't sleep on me, cause if you do, I will nail you with a Love Gun Stun and walk out of Turmoil with another victory.


Mykal then pauses for a moment. He takes another drink of his Propel, sits on a coaster on the table in front of him, and then continues.


Mykal: Saxton...you and I need to get on the same page. I don't know what your deal is, but I intend to find out. So, per my father's request, I am going to speak with you when I arrive in Jacksonville on Tuesday night. So please...be on time and be ready to talk. I will let what happened this past week slide, as long as we come to an understanding. So I'll see you on Tuesday.......PARTNER!


Scene fades

[Mike Corral]

We fade into a brightly colored room where Twizted is sitting down in a chair reading. He looks worse for wear, looking like he hasn't slept in days. Suddenly, he stops and tosses the book, which happens to be Adams' autobiography, on the floor before talking.

Twizted: Mr. Adams is not the only man who checks up on his opponents. A very interesting book, if I may say so. But Mr. Adams, let me talk for a bit about why I must beat you at TNT, and why your winning streak will end after two matches. You see, last week I came back after a month of recovery from a broken spine. Most men, they would've been happy to be in a wheelchair, perfectly content with living. But that's not me. I'm a fighter. Always have been, always will be. Growing up, I had to be tough. It was being tough that let you survive in Queens. Maybe Mykal Adams or Johnny Saxton don't know that mentality, but it has been burned into my memory since I was 13 years old. I grew up poor and had to earn whatever I got, and I was damn greatful for it. And I had to fight to stay alive and keep what I earned. Don't believe me? Well, let me share something from my past. When I was 15, I had a broken arm thanks to a gang member trying to steal my money. The next day I whooped his ass he bleed from the mouth, and after that I kicked him in his face to prove my point. DON'T. . WITH. ME. EVER.

Twizted takes a breather and gets up from the chair. He walks over to the door before giving it a Mafia Kick, knocking the door off it's hinges to reveal a bed that looks like it's already been slept in. He steps in before talking again.

Twizted: Mr. Adams, please know that I don't want to hurt you. I have to, but I don't want to. I haven't done anything to you, you haven't done anything to me. But you are standing in my way. It was bound to happen that we would meet each other sooner or later, but it seems like God decided for it to be on Tuesday. Adams, Saxton, you two will feel he pent up anger and frustration that I had to deal with for a month while others lived out my dream. All I wanted to do was wrestle. And to have that taken from me, even for a month, drove me crazy. I went insane, thinking of how my life was taken from me for a ing win. Well, while I went insane, the doctors realized what my name truly meant, that I was twisted. They didn't try to help me, they just treated my spine. Well know that that's all healed up, I guess that the dcotors should have worried about my psychosis. But fortunately for me, they aren't here anymore. I'm free from the oppresive rule of those doctors, and I'll be merrily on my way to TNT, where I shall eliminate an obstacle in my path by the name of Mykal Adams and Johnny Saxton. And a final word to Mike Foxx and Billy James....

The camera focuses in on Twizted's eyes, showing the insanity inside of them.

Twizted: Welcome to your personal hell. For you have awakened the deimon inside of me.

Fade Out

[Chazz]

Mykal Adams is perplexed. He has a tough decision to make. He wants to make the right one, and as such alot of thought has to go into making this decision. He keeps shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and is "quietly" talking to himself as to what he wants to do. After all, when you are trying to buy your sister the gift she has always wanted, you know that it has to be perfect. Mykal has time to decide. Christi's birthday is still two weeks away. Yet, it is still a hard choice to make. After a few minutes, Mykal (rubbing his fingers on his chin) let's a smile appear. Seems he has made a decision.


Mykal: I'm gonna go with the purple one. It's her favorite color, so I think that will be the perfect choice.

Salesman: A nice selection, Mr. Adams. Now that you have decided, I will go and get the paperwork going. We should be done in no time.

Mykal: I want the convertable.


The camera pans out to reveal that we are in a car dealership. It is a local Chevrolet dealership in Destin. The salesman assures Mykal that everything will be taken care of. Before he scurries off, Mykal informs the salesman that he will be outside for a few minutes. The salesman then goes to get started on the paperwork as Mykal makes his way outside. Mykal then starts to think on Twizted's last promo.


Mykal: I can't count how many times I have heard from someone that I was born with a "silver spoon". (Laughs) It sure didn't take long for someone in WPW to make that comment. Guess I shouldn't be surprised though. Mr. Twizted. You think that I had an easy life? You feel I had everything and you had nothing? How colorful. I know that you didn't (exactly) say those words, but reading between the lines, I felt it was implied. That's fine. And now that you see me here at a Chevy dealership, buying my sister her birthday present in the form of a brand new corvette, I have no doubt you will think of me as being some sort of "rich kid" who has it all. Don't let the money fool you Twizted.


Mykal pulls out a stick of gum, opens it, and pulls out a stick. He puts in his mouth and begins to chew on it. While he is doing this, he looks as if he is trying to figure out how to continue his promo.


Mykal: So....you grew up poor in Queens? I can only imagine what that is like. You said that you had to earn what you got, and that you had to be tough to survive. You also stated that maybe I would not know this type of mentality. Well, I can answer that for you. My parents grew up poor. It was there upbringing that gave them the strength to make sure that they would be successful. When I was born, we had a good living, but I came into the picture right when things were just beginning to develop for my parents. My mom was the driving force behind it all. My dad was there to make sure all was in order while my Mom did all the deals. In business, she was tough as nails. In fact, she was known as a "ballbuster" simply because she always got what she wanted. As a parent, she was tough as well, but was also a nurturer. Now, where you...Twizted and I share something in common is in the fact that, like you, I had to earn everything I got. I didn't have to survive on the streets of Queens, and I am in no way implying that what I went through compared to what you went through is the "same". I had to do chores around the house. When I took out the trash, cleaned up my room, did all the yardwork and other stuff, I was given my allowance. Mom and Dad made sure that even though they could get me anything I wanted, that I would understand how to earn things. So I know what it is like to have to do that. Maybe not to the extent that you do, but nevertheless I understand it.


Mykal pauses for a moment and looks around him. He grins a bit and continues.


Mykal: Twizted, you might not believe this, but I have been through my fair share of pain as well. One assumption that alot of people make is that rich people have it all. I guess they think rich folk have some sort of shield around them that protects them from anything bad in the world. Twizted. I have news for you. I bleed the same as you. I sweat the same as you. I have to train and study to be good at what I do....just like you do. The only difference is the "environmens" we were brought up in. I can understand if you have a "chip" on your shoulder. I have no doubt that what you had to go through in your childhood made you stronger. I mean, you are talented Twizted. No one can take that away from you. Hell. Just a few weeks ago you were hit by a car, yet you came back last week looking for redemption. I applaud you for that. Problem is, and I believe you made reference to this, you have to go through me and my (clears throat and rolls eyes) so-called partner before you get to Full Force. I can't speak for Saxton, but from my point of view Twizted, you are in a most uncomfortable position. Standing in your way in me, and I do not see myself leaving Turmoil with my first loss. Like you, I have much to prove. Like you, I am motivated. And, like you, I don't really want to hurt. I beat two men by myself last week Twizted, and I only showed about 25% of my arsenal. You can try to hurt me all you want, but you will fail. You should know that I have been chokelsammed through the top of a cage in a Hell in a Cell match. I have been beating to death in a last man standing match. I've bled a ton of blood in a first bood match. Pain doesn't scare me Twizted. Going through all sorts of hell to win a match doesn't faze me. You want to beat me, then you will have to up your game to whole new level. Call it cockiness. I really don't care. This coming Tuesday, you will find out just how tough this "rich boy" is.


The salesman peeks his head out of the door and informs Mykal that he is ready for him. Mykal tells him to give him a few more minutes and he will be in. The salesman says "Ok" and then pulls his head back inside.


Mykal: I don't have any ill-will towards you or Matthews. You two simply are opponents that stand in my way of climbing back to the top of this business. Both of you have my respect. But do not......DO NOT.....mistake that as a weakness from me. I will do what it takes to win. I've lost matches before, and I know I will lose some in the future. But it won't happen this Tuesday. And you can take that to the bank............BABY!


Mykal then goes inside the dealership as the scene fades.