~:~Part One~:~
Friday, September 5th: 3:53PM
Sammeal: You made it!
{Sammeal stands out in front of the Intercontinental Airport, and looks completely relieved as Darrick exits a taxi. It has been weeks since Sammeal has gotten to talk to him in person, and while he has always thought of himself as a loner. He enjoys every second spent with Darrick. Having him go on this long trip with him, really lifts his spirits}
Darrick: Of course, I made it. I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I’m sorry, I haven’t been around much lately.
Sammeal: No, don’t worry about it. I know, you’ve been busy with your ailing stepfather. Besides, I’ve had a lot going on and haven’t really been the most sociable person.
Darrick: Yeah, wow. This stuff with Kaleb …I don’t even know what to say. It really sucks!
Sammeal: Many of us, are still trying to find a way to move on. I think, this long trip will help though. I’ve never been to Florida, or anywhere out of California…for long time.
Darrick: Well, I’m glad you are letting me tag along.
{Sammeal looks at Darrick coyly. He’s not “letting” him tag along. He practically begged him to come on the trip, but what he doesn’t know is he didn’t have to even ask. Darrick wanted to be there, as much as he wanted him there}
Darrick: So, do you think we can go see Walt Disney World resort while we are there? Universal Studio? There’s so much, I want to see!!
Sammeal: I don’t see why not, we are going to be there for over a week. I’m sure, there will be plenty of people wanting to catch a glimpse of Houngan.
Darrick: First, we have to make sure …we stay, the hottest Tag-Team in AXW.
{Now it’s Sammeal’s turn to look at him, with a fake angry look on his face. Before he can even sell it, he busts out laughing as does Darrick. It feels great being back in his presence}
Sammeal: Oh shut up. Let’s go, I have to get one of those weird chargers, before we get on the plane. I have to make sure, I can keep my phone charged up in the power points over there.
{Sammeal drapes his arm around Darrick, as they head off to a little international shop in the airport. They soon board the plane, and are headed to The Sunshine State. Sammeal has one of the most important matches in his career, as it is his first chance to go after the AXW World Heavyweight Title. Can he get a winning streak going, or will he be embarrassed? The scene fades to black, as you hear them talking to each other}
Sammeal: Hey Darrick, you ever notice we don’t get used much anymore?? We’ve been here a while now, and we seem to be getting ignored.
Darrick: Yeah, it seems ever since I got injured with a ridiculous toe sprain …they don’t want anything to do with us. It’s sad really, wasting such a great tag team.
Sammeal: Hum, seems Mr. Downing is a bigger fool than I thought./color]
Darrick: Yeah, some people don’t know a good thing when it hits them in the head.
Sammeal: Well, maybe you should knock him in the head with your barbed-wire 2x4 …
*You can hear both of them laugh for a bit. Then the sound of the airplane landing can be heard, as the scene fades away to darkness*
~Part Two~
{Houngan is seen standing by the panel, at an official AXW Press Conference. There’s a lot of chatter about the return of Assault on national TV and the upcoming event can be heard in the background. Along with the clicking noise of a photo being taken. A reporter walks toward them. He’s sporting an off-green suit and some seventies-looking shades. A skinny, balding, man follows him. The camera zooms in to show, that it's none other than Underground Wrestling, Inc.’s Roaming Reporter - “Spanky” Evens}
Spanky: My guest at this time, Houngan! Guys, how does it feel to be a part of Authentic Zteme Wrestling??
Darrick: You want to know how it feels? It feels like, a piece of me just died. It feels like, I was just kicked in the stomach. It feels like, I have just went to Hades’ Damnation. It feels like, I have lowered myself, Spanky. I am a worldwide star, my matches in Japan have been watched by people all around the world. People go to insane lengths, to get their hands on my DVDs. To put it simply, I am an international superstar, and now …here I am working at some piss-ant little death-match fed. The board knows, I'm better than this. And that's why, they were desperately calling me every day. Practically begging me to sign. They need legitimacy, they need me! You know what, I feel like a big fish in a very small pond. Wait, not even a fish …a hungry, bloodthirsty shark that's about to feast on every fish in the sea.
Spanky: Strong words there, Darrick. Please tell me, you have a match on Assault. Do you care to share your thoughts?
Sammeal: Not really, but I guess I'll do it anyway. I'm glad there is someone semi-competent in this place. Thank Giah, I wasn't forced to work from the bottom …like those spam sandwiches, you see working the other matches. You did a smart thing AXW, you saw the money on the table and you took it, bravo! I raise my hat to you. There's always a problem though, I notice Dean Tyler and two other idiots have a match. Why, am I not in that? Some horn-dog, who would rather spend his time wooing the ladies, and a pretentious … money-grubbing, greedy, spineless whore. Who doesn't care about the business, gets to be on the card, and fights for the biggest spotlight in this company? Why sign an A-List talent like myself, only to have me fight for something less? You know, I blow away every person on this roster. You know, I'm the best pure athlete, the best talker, the best wrestler, and most important of all …the best possible person to be your World Champion. I don't know, who to be pissed at more ....the morons in the back, or a certain someone …who couldn't get the job done, during negotiations.
{Spanky turns his head towards the camera crew. He stares a hole into the camera with his cold eyes, while the cameraman sweats a bit, and ponders a response}
Camerman: W-w-well …you see Sammeal, I tried my best. We spent hours in that room negotiating, they weren't even going to give you any kind of title match. But, but I said how much of a money-making talent you were! Listen, I'm here to help you Sam …those bookers don't know what they have in you. I gave you the platform to showcase, you just need to do what you do best, and that’s to win.
Darrick: Pfft, fine! I guess, I'll settle for these Title Tournament. It’s better than no gold at all. Even if, I'll end up having to act “Gentlemanly” …
Spanky: Alrighty than, thoughts about your opponent??
Sammeal: My opponent? He isn't anything to worry about …I heard who's in this match. Trust me, I’m winning this thing. Unfortunately, at the end of it …I'll be saddled with some dead weight. Nobody in there, can keep up with me and that's a fact. Tell me, who in there …can out wrestle me, Stalker Knight? That little pint-sized rugrat can't keep up with me. He's the type to attack someone from behind, or get a chair to bash somebody in the head. A garbage wrestler like him, deserves to be fighting on the streets for food. Definitely not in a professional match, for what should be a prestigious honor. Stalker, you run your mouth …that's all you're good for. That's your bread and butter, maybe you should be a manager. All I know is, that you don't belong in that ring. I do not enjoy wasting my time on hood-rats. It's bad enough, I have another waste of space. Then we have a bottom feeder like you. You’re the type, who probably works for fifty bucks and a hotel room. Why embarrass yourself, why give any of these people false hope. I know, you're just going to get in front of the camera. Then do your usual ghetto skit about, how you're going to kick everyone’s @$$. Just to act hard in front of your fans, but we all know …at the end of the day, I’m better than you. You can just look at me, and tell …who is meant to be in that ring. I await your profanity-laced "bad-ass" response.
{Darrick chuckles to himself a bit, before moving on to their next opponent}
Darrick: Moving backward, Sammel’s got Stalker Knight. Man, I've seen your name around for years. And in those years, I haven't heard about you really accomplishing anything. So far, you haven't accomplished anything here either. You're just another one of those jerk-offs running around, with a bunch of jocks by your side. You're nothing special kid, all I've seen you do is latch on to people. You mooched off everyone, and now you're riding on someone else’s coat tail. It's almost as if, it's in your nature …to be a coat tail riding little bytch. Maybe when you grow a pair, you can play with the grown-ups?? But for now, I'm having you pegged as the first one out. That's not even an insult, it's just how it's gonna be.
Spanky: Hey, why don't we talk about the man who has become everyone's buddy - Mr. Knight? I've looked into him, he has a respectable amateur background. Pretty good wrestler, the only problem is. He spouts a lot of nonsense. Stalker goes around, saying how he is the best and how he’s better than everyone. But news flash, now that Houngan is here. That has become no more than just a phrase. He can no longer, take pride in being the spec of dirt in a pile of crap. Stalker has already been slipping too, he lost to that carny …Um, whatever his name was, just a few weeks back. It seems that the chosen one has been stumped, and from what I hear. Stalker is a good-looking guy, with impeccable ability. He says, he’s a wrestling Gawd. He also said, “Unlike the real thing. You're just another myth.”
Sammeal: Um, who else is in this thing??
Cameraman: *Whispers* It’s just you, and Stalker Knight …
Sammeal: Who in the blue, Hades Damnation do these morons think they are? I have never, in my life …heard of these fools, and I've been everywhere! Just goes to show you, how irrelevant you are. I have no reason to care about you, you're just some a random guy put into this match …so you have something to do. Well congratulations, you are the weakest link in this match. I would say, I'll be the one to get you out. But you're so invisible, I probably won't notice you. You could surprise me, but most likely …you won't. You’re welcome to try it, though. Think of this, as a learning experience. You get to be in the ring with a wrestler…something you can aspire to be. Keep on chasing the dragon boy, but just know this …you're gonna end up being on fire.
Spanky: And as for Stalker Kinght??
Darrick: He's a five-foot-four, one hundred-ten mammoth of a man …who still manages to be a gigantic failure. The guy is the equivalent of a schoolyard bully, hitting up the nerds for lunch money. He’ll never be a Champion, while he’s getting rolled up on the under-card. You can be the biggest guy on the planet, but if you're that stupid and untalented …you can't even beat somebody on the level of Dean Tyler. You claim to be a barbaric carnivore, but the only thing you seem to be eating is losses. There seems to be a little mix-up. The word barbaric means brutal, and savagely cruel. That's Sammeal in a nutshell …He’s everything you were supposed to be, and you’re about seventy pounds heavier! You can't act like this dangerous man, until you face Sammeal. Even when you end up in the ring against him. The only thing you will be able to call yourself, is beaten. Drink your protein shakes, eat your mountain of rib-eye steaks, get your supplements, hit the weights, and do some more whining into the camera. Do whatever you got to do, to get ring ready. You're going to need all the preparation you can, to come close to us …there’s a reason, they call him The Shadow Walker of Professional Wrestling!!
Spanky: Well now, anything else you’d like to say??
{This time when the camera turns to Sammeal, his face is covered with his Shadow Walker mask. He laughs wickedly, and then speaks}
Shadow Walker: For all you slow-minded, exceptional individuals out there. In short, this goon doesn't compare to me. You can head to an indy show at your local high school gym, and you'll see the same type of guy. I will be the Champion, it's the perfect fit. I'm the very definition of professional wrestling, I can fly, and I'm one of the best catch as catch can wrestlers. I can even get down and dirty, and do that hardcore-brawling Bullshyte …that all you punch-drinking, yard turd loving, brain-dead virgin AXW fans love so much! Now that I've dotted my I's and crossed my T’s. The ink is dry on my contract, this company is officially mine. All the titles will be mine, all the rings are mine, all the arenas are mine, and everyone who buys a ticket …is mine too! I've said, what I wanted to say. Is that good enough for you, Spanky? Let's go, camera dude. You're going to buy us dinner, and a six-pack of beer.
{Houngan walks out of view, as the cameraman follows them. He looks inside of his wallet, making sure he has enough cash}
Cameraman: I knew, I should have brought more money. That dude's going to order the whole damn cow …
Shadow Walker: Do You See, What We See??
