Kassidy Hayes vs The Monster

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a battle!
	Indeed!

The scene opens on a room in The Pleasure Palace. The room is lit dimly, thanks to the candles, the music from the house band swells in the distance. Their soft but aggresive cover of "Policy of Truth" by Depeche Mode rattles the foundation of the building. The Pleasure Palace is exactly what it sounds like; a decomissioned church turned into a three level performance bar. Three floors of music, dancing, and debauchery, all consolidated, under the watchful eye of one man; Nathan Carter.

The main room of the Palace is the Throne Room. In said room, The Perverted One sits upon his Throne, calm, collected, and being massaged by the two hottest people in the joint. On his left, his memorable lucious red head tends to his shoulders, while a barely clothed man serves him his drink. A few feet over, his new body gaurd stands at the top of the stairs leading to the stage.

She is absolutely terrifying! Her figure overshadows the entire room almost, no on dare mess with her. The mood glazing her face gives hints that the years haven't been too kind to her. She doesn't move, and she doesn't take her eyes off the crowd. Hell, it's hard to tell if she even blinks. Her nametag says "Lois".

The dancefloor on this level is pretty packed, it seems the fame associated with Nathan has lifted that of The Pleasure Palace as well. Many men and women grinding, sweating, and well...even more grinding. Nothing pleases Nathan Carter more than this, and the smile on his face tells no lie. The smile soon fades when a shoving match commences in the midst of the Rave. Lois looks over at Nathan, who holds his hand up, informing her to wait.

By now, the crowd has started to circle around the action. The first man throws a punch and misses, allowing the other to dodge and uppercut him into the wall of people surrounding them. A woman, who has to be one of their lovers, attempts to pull the guy off of the other. When she does, he doesn't even look when he swings, knocking her down on the ground. Lois looks at Nathan...he nods.

In the man's fury he doesn't even notice the gargantuan beast that is Lois towering over him. She first grabs him by the back of the neck, lifting him effortlessly into the air, followed by two quick smacks to the face, silencing his screams. She drags him over to the stage, and throws him at Nathan's feet.

The two assistants are no longer working on Nathan, allowing him to sit up and look down on the man. The tiny man trembles causing glowsticks to fall out of his pocket, then wipes the blood from his chin. The band stops playing as Nathan stands up, with all eyes on him he, points at the girl who has struck and motions for her to approach. Carter leans down and grabs the young man by the hair, his voice pregnant with rage...

Nathan Carter: "We don't hit women around here, not like that. See that lady over there? That's the head of my co-head of security, Lois. Lois doesn't take kindly guys like that, do you, Lois?"

Lois: "Nein."

By this time, the girl that was assaulted has walked up to the encounter. She holds the spot on her face where she was struck, staring at the man who did it, but also in awe while being in the presence of Nathan Carter. He watches her approach, and once she does, Nathan pushes the man's head with his foot, down the stairs, landing him in front of her.

Nathan Carter: "Now, apologize."

Man: "Sorry."

He doesn't even have the decency to look at her, instead, he keeps staring at the floor. Nathan sniffs, takes a drink from his cup, then finally stands. He walks the stairs and leans down over the poor man, grabbing him by the hair so he has no choice but to look her in the eyes! He asks again...this time even slower.

Nathan Carter: "Like. You. Mean. It."

Man: "I... I am...sorry."

Pleased, Carter lets go and makes his way back up the stairs. He nods towards Lois again and she makes her way for the poor soul. She grabs him by the neck and lifts him up, as if he weighed nothing! Nathan sits down, immediately joined by his two servants. He breaks the silence while Lois holds him up in the air, one handed...

Nathan Carter: "Now be a dear, Lois, fetch your twin sister and make certain he knows; never to do it again."

Lois: "Yaaas, Nataaan. Come, Viviaaan."

She motions for someone standing in the shadows, everyone turns their attention to loud, wall vibrating footsteps! As the sound gets closer, it is clear that this person was not standing in the shadows, but was infact casting the shadow over the entire room! Once this is evident, the man begins screaming in absolute horror! This woman, a bit larger than Lois, strokes the man's hair out of his face, with one LARGE finger.

The man sobs as they walk toward the back alley of the Palace. They fade away into the darkness, his screams soon grow quieter, and quieter. Nathan looks around at the stunned crowd, and at the band who eagerly awaiting to resume playing, he holds his hands up in the air...

Nathan Carter: "I don't have a match on Riot, so I'm partying here tonight! Live it up!"

And with the band gets right back into it, the sultry riffs from the guitar lay waste to the silence! The dance floor erupts resuming it's status quo, allowing Nathan to sit in his seat and finally relax. He takes another sip and notices the girl who was struck, standing still, staring at him.

Nathan Carter: "Your drinks, vices, and cabfare is all on me tonight. Enjoy the evening."

She bows and goes back on to the dancefloor. Nathan admires her figure as she fades away into the mass of people. The Perverted One finally breathes a sigh of relief, slumping back into the Throne as comfortably as he can. It doesn't last long, however, Xander Rane appears behind the Throne, in awe of what he just witnessed!

Xander Rane: "Who the hell are those ladies?"

Nathan Carter: "The head of my security detail, they're twins. Very, very, large twins."

Xander Rane: "Do they have names?"

Nathan Carter: "Lois the Common Denominator, and her Sister, Vivian Von Borken-Hymen."

Xander Rane: "Goddamnit, Nathan."

Nathan Carter: "What? I've not had a match in two weeks, I'm bored."

Xander Rane: "That doesn't matter, we WILL have one at Lution, though, and that's why I'm here."

Nathan smirks...

Nathan Carter: "Let's chat!"

The scene fades out.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	DEATH BY SNU SNU!
	The Mind Wants, but the flesh is unwilling!

The Xtron Flickers On!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Seriously what the hell man!
	It can't be anything good!

The camera pans to the backstage area where Tiberius Octavian Dupree is just about to enter his locker room. It only took a few weeks but he no longer has to share one with the World Champ Sean McGee. Very eager to get settled in Tibby pushes the door open.

The room is empty, except for a single sheet of paper on the floor.

Tibby takes a step back with his hand still on the door handle and pretends to enter the room for the first time, hoping his eyes were just playing tricks on him. Nope, the room is empty. He kneels down and picks up the single sheet of paper, written in Japanese;

"Your move has been a success - Sendai Drinking Boyz."

He crushes the paper in his fist, he then pulls out his trusty golden engraved lighter and sets the paper aflame. Not thinking of the consequences, the small fire sets off the springler system in the room. Before getting completely soaked Tibby exits the room to find the nearest OCW staff member.

Some poor sap enjoying a 15 minute break is yolked up by the former World Champion from behind and put in a modified Pepperton sleeper. As if holding him hostage Tibby forces a retreat from the few bystanders in the area with just a look. With a heated whisper....

Dupree: Where the f**k is my sh*t?

Staff Member: I don't don't don't....ugh know.

The man starts clawing at Tibby's arms but Betterness tightens his grip.

Dupree: I won't ask again...where did they put my sh*t?

As if grasping for his last breath he mutters.

Staff Member: The roooooooof, uhhhgh, the roof.

Tibby wrenches harder on the sleeper forcing the man to instantly fall unconscious. His limp body hits the floor, Dupree steps over it like haut garbaje and proceeds to the roof. Once on the roof he sees all his stuff piled up in a jenga-esqe formation near the west side of the building.

His gold leather couch, his 55 inch SmartTV, etc., with his wrestling gear is littered on top like frosting on a cake. Enraged Tibby begins kicking the roof door till it nearly comes off it's hinges. With Tibby shouting every obscenity and curse in the known galaxy we fade to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	HAhahaha Careful now! Don't pull the wrong piece!
	Why are you smiling? This is a god damn travesty!

The Xtron Flickers On!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He running out!
	He still got more gas in the tank, shugga booga!

The X-tron cut to an earlier scene in the evening and shows Smythe and Blue with his bags walking into the empty arena. He walks onto the stage ramp by ring side backwards to show Blue Diamond the amazing structure that is the twisted steel warfare cage for his epic match that he has pushed forward to tonight.

Smythe: Blue, feast your eyes on the greatest structure in the history of professional wrestling. hanging above the ring. waiting for me the entire night to step inside when it lowers down and I make history yet again in OCW.

Blue has a look on her face that has Smythe confused. Smythe slowly turns around as the camera pans around to a shot of the ring and no cage hanging above the arena.

Smythe: Mother #%@$*@

Blue: Maybe they set it up right before your match now. Technology could have advanced since the last time you were in the cage.

Smythe gives blue an evil look as one of the stage hands walks up to them.

Stage Hand: Mr. Sensation predicted that you would come early to see your cage in the air. He also predicted that you would be upset to see it not set up. He wrote you a letter. here.

Smythe opens the letter from Sensation in a haste.

Dear Smythe,

You are so dumb. My head throbs at your stupidity. I actually had to take an advil just writing this letter and thinking about your stupidity.

The idea of you having the biggest ticket match so far for Lution 10 this week is ridiculous. So obviously it will not be happening.

Go home after reading this, do not come to my office as I will be training to kick Bobby Minio into next year.

You want Leonheart so badly you get him next week. This is my gift to you because as much as I think you are dumb you will not let me down.

Well no, you will let me down, you will always let me down, but seeing you and penguin fight if even one of you get severly hurt, I will be that much happier.

Go home!!! do not call or text me. I am in training from now until Lution.

Seriously,

You are so stupid it hurts,

Sensation

The crowd laughs at the letter to Sensation as Smythe cuts a small smirk. He gets Leonheart next week and was all he's wanted for months.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Hahaha!
	The fire burns still

The OCW broadcast pans to the ring side area, scanning around the arena, taking in the crowd, the announcers, everything.

The lull comes to a quick end as The Tron comes to life and appears fullscreen on the television broadcast. At the bottom of the screen the words "Previously Recorded" flash a few times and in the bottom right corner is a time stamp that reads "03/22/16".

The video fades in and at the front stands a simple, rustic, sign that stands tall letting everyone know that they're looking at "Sam's Gym". For those longer-time OCW viewers the name should ring a bell calling to mind Sam, Tobin Frost's trainer and substitute father figure.

The camera walks in through the front door and steps into the main part of the gym that houses the wrestling ring that Tobin grew up in. A pan around the room shows the gym is uninhabited save for three individuals. Sam stands in the far corner leaning against the ropes shouting at two pupils sparring.

Sam: You'll never make it further than this gym if you can't pull off a takedown better than that! Hit the showers, go home, re-focus, and come back ready to do this better tomorrow!

At that the two students roll out of the ring and quickly walk towards the back locker area, their heads slumped weighed both by fatigue and Sam's harsh, but fair, critique.

Sam: They'll get it yet, I'm sure.

Sam, now alone, exits the ring as well, but slower, more carefully; showing his age as he goes. Sam turns and walks in the opposite direction opening a door with a staircase behind it. Sam walks up the stairs and the camera follows him.

When Sam opens the matching door at the top of the stairs we are inside the kitchenette attached to his apartment. Sam fills a glass of water before walking further inside, presumably to his bedroom. He walks in and flips the light switch on the side of the wall. Instantly, the bulbs in the ceiling crackle and pop, the glass shattering and the filaments burning out.

Sam: What?!

One bulb could be chalked up to coincidence, but all four going at once definitely points towards tampering.

Sam: WOAH!

An audible thud is heard as something collapses onto the bed! The door slams shut with a crash!

Sam: WHO'S THERE?!

???: Oh Sammy, I'm crushed. Don't you remember me? I thought we had such a good time together!

The deep voice and the cackling that proceed the sentence are a dead ringer for one particular Monster.

Sam: NO!

The Monster: YES!.....Well.... almost. I suppose that last time you would have come face to face with this face it would have been with someone else....

The last word slides off Monster's tongue dripping with disgust.

The Monster: You and I may never have met before, but Sammy we share something. We have something very important in common Sammy. Do you know what that is Sammy?

Sam does his best to calm down, if he has any chance of getting out of this in one piece he'll certainly need to think rationally.

Sam: I don't think there's a whole lot we could possibly have in common, me being a good person and all.

Monster just lets that one roll right off his mask, he has the upper hand here and he intends to keep it.

The Monster: Maybe not much, but certainly the secret we share is big enough to make us like brothers.....

Sam: What are you talking about....?

The Monster: Oh, come now Sammy. You're not dealing with that other person still. I actually do my research. Sammy, Sammy I know he's out there still.......

Sam must know exactly who Monster is referring to, and "he" must be important, because any semblance of calm Sam had Mustered has quickly dissipated.

Sam: No! NO!

The Monster: Yes! YES! ...And you're going to help me find him.

A lot must take place in the next few seconds as the door swings back open and with the light eking in from the kitchen we can now see that the bedroom is empty, no sign of either man to be found.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	WHAT THE HELL DAMMIT!
	Son of a bitch!

The Camera Pans To The Ramp!

Sensation stands in the ring, staring down at the contract on the table. He wears annoyance and disgust on his face like a mask. Seconds slip by as Sensation becomes more annoyed, somehow.

He gestures toward the entrance ramp, beckoning for his Wrestlelution opponent to join him.

The Xtron Flickers On!

As Minio turns his attention to Sensation, a wide grin plays across his face. He lifts the towel from his shoulder, offering it to Sensation who replies with a blank, yet somehow angry stare.

Minio nods before shrugging sarcastically, trading the towel for a mic at ringside. Even without a microphone in front of Sensation, the crowd can hear him sigh.

Bobby Minio: There it is again. That idea, that concept, that you are facing someone better than you. Chipping away at your confidence, chiseling out something else… doubt.

Bobby Minio: I gotta say, I believe that doubt actually suits you better. An executive doesn’t deserve confidence over talent like us. You should fear us. You should sign the checks and fear the men who are better than-

Sensation has finally had enough, reaching across and grabbing Minio’s mic wielding hand.

Our Hero: How about we just sign the damn contract and let the match show everyone who is better?

The crowd reacts with a booming “oooohhh” as Minio snatches his hand back from Sensation. As Minio moves to begin speaking again, the lights dim with the video screen lighting up.

Sensation turns his attention to the screen, annoyed with Minio, annoyed with the interruption. In the glow of the video, Minio can be seen shuffling papers near the contract before stepping a few feet back.

The Xtron Flickers On!

A confused Sensation turns back to Minio, who offers a placating shrug. Sensation shakes it off, finally muttering ‘Let’s get this over with’ as he moves to the table and lifts up the pen.

The crowd begins shouting, trying to warn Our Hero that Minio had done something at the table, but Sensation writes it off as heat. He signs his name, underlining it twice, before returning his stare to Minio.

Bobby Minio: Oh Sensation.

The gleeful tone to Minio’s voice does not immediately worry Sensation, but as Minio lunges forward, snatching the contract from the table before rolling out to ringside, Sensation’s expression changes. Something is wrong. He does not know what but something is wrong.

Bobby Minio: Hah! Oh Mr. Sensation...

Minio begins heading up the ramp at a brisk pace, gripping the mic with one hand and holding the contract in a death grip with the other. His voice raises, sounding more erratic.

Bobby Minio: You don’t know what you’ve just done, BOSS. You don’t know what you’ve just done! Oh Wrestlelution is going to be so damn great!

He stops at the top of the ramp. Sensation is now raising his arms at his side, asking Minio “What are you talking about?” As Minio just laughs to himself. The audience is perplexed now, but they know Minio has something up his sleeve.

Bobby Minio: You’ll find out soon. Real soon. I’m gonna looove it! You? You won’t. You’re not going to like this one bit.

Minio turns to leave, before stopping and turning back toward the ring on his heel.

Bobby Minio: Oh hey, do me a solid, Boss man. Tell Lowenstein I said… mic drop.

He lifts his hand with an exaggerated motion, his fingers releasing the microphone like the arcade claw game. It falls to the ramp, bouncing with a thud before tumbling and rolling back down to ringside.

Minio laughs his way backstage as the camera pans to Sensation, with an expression of agitation and concern covering his face.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What the hell did Bobby just do?
	He got one over on the old man I love it!

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