Money makes the world go round (part 1)

[jimbob]

Janaury 1980 - The first show of the year after the 1979 Beyond War Dome PPV.

"Hi, Its me Micheal Mole, and tonight Im joined by the commentary team of JR and The King. Tonight were in for a special announcement from the newly crowned world champion, Dr B, and his manager, Big Boss Junior"

(TK) "I love this guy! He knows what he wants, and takes what he wants, a real inspiration to those brought up from the bronx"

(JR) "Yeh because being a thug, and a bully is a real inspiration..."

(MM) "I have to cut you off there JR, there making there way down to the ring"

Dr B's music hits (80's gangster rap music)

Dr B, and the Big Boss walk determinedly down to the ring, the World title belt hanging over Dr B's shoulder, as he shouts his way towards the apron "Im the baddest man alive, this is my time bitches"

(MM) "sorry for any bad langauge you may have heard then..."

(TK) "Ha! He's a baaaad man, who does and says what he wants. This is his house now Micheal, get used to it"

(JR) "He is nothing but a street thug, and a bully, looks like there about to talk, lets see what pearls of wisdom these degenerates have to say..."

(TK) "Shut up JR, have some respect, the World Champion is about to speak"

Dr B, and Big Boss JR stand in the middle of the ring, both looking cocky, drinking in the boos from the crowd.

Dr B, raises the mic, "Shut your mouth fools!, You will show your new World champion some respect"

The crowd boo and shout even louder.

Big Boss Junior takes the mic, and waits for the rabid crowd to calm down.

"What my esteemed colleugue meant to say is... he is happy to be your new World champion, and looks forward to a long and illustrious reign"

Dr B puffs his chest out, looking even more mean, and moody then before.

"This bad man won the title all on his own, he dragged himself up from the hustle of street life, to become your world champion, a real rags to riches story"

Dr B throws him an angry look.

"Calm down big boy, Im getting to the point now. Yes he has done it all on his own, and done it well. But now, all the haters, and wannabes are gonna come after him. Its time to introduce a little help, and my next step of federation domination, the newly formed group, I like to call...'Hustle and Muscle'"

Big Boss JR extends his arm out towards the entrance of the ramp.

O'Hooligan, Officer Chip, Ruffian, Johnny Kobra, Soul Daddy, and The Queen Of Mean walk down to the ring, to a chorus of boos from the crowd.

They enter the ring, alot of handshaking and back slapping between them, feeling far to smug for themselves, which goes on, for far to long, further antagonising the crowd.

(BB) "Get ready for the meanest stable of wrestlers to dominate federation history. Not only do we have the baddest man on the planet, we now have the law on our side, in Officer Chip (Big Boss tips his hat towards him), we have the street on our side, in Soul Daddy,(tips his hat once more), and we have the toughest brawlers the federation has ever seen, O'Hooligan, Johnny Kobra, Ruffian, and last but not least, as beautiful as she is deadly...The Queen Of Mean!"

The crowd boo loudly.

Big Boss raises his hand to silence the crowd and continues to speak.

"Were going for a clean sweep of belts, the whole lot. Were gonna bully, intimadate, and if we have to, even cheat. And theres nothing anybody is gonna be able to do about it"

The crowd boo for a few minutes while the group in the ring laugh, and look overly smug and arrogant. Midway through the groups over indulgences in the ring, a new wrestlers music hits, and his entrance video is played on the titan tron.

The group all go to the ropes, leaning on them, shouting towards the entrance, waiting to see who the debutant wrestler is...

[jimbob]

Upon the screen, a giant game of space invaders appears, a huge block of alien ships form a wall, for the solitary space ship to take on. The insert coin sign flashes excitedly in the bottom right corner, the sound of a coin drop, kerching, mixed with rising electronic beeps and boops signals the start of the game.

The ship starts its attack on the alien invaders, firing out mini missiles into the block, pew pew pew, the sound of the ship shooting, becoming more and more frantic, pew pew pew pew, as the ship fly’s around the screen more manically, expertly destroying alien ships at break neck speed. The ship eventually clears the screen of all but one, the giant mother ship that has just appeared on the screen.

With a barrage of rockets shooting out of player ones ship, destroying the mother ship in an instant, the high score sign flashes up in the middle of the screen, a three letter name is typed quickly into the column – ACE

The screen goes black, a huge game over appears on the screen, brief silence for a couple of seconds, then the music hits, electronic rock pumping out. A silhouette of a man, with his back turned to them is standing in the entrance, he turns around, and makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands of fans, and smiling taking photos with kids on his way.

The crowd erupt, they don’t know who this guy is yet, but what they do know is, they have a new hero to cheer.

The group in the ring are all at the ropes, greeting the debutant with insults and jeering. The newbie stops midway down the ramp, ready to address his audience, with the mic raised up to his mouth, he begins to speak.

“Really cool plan dudes, honestly Big Boss, its a really good plan. Straight out of the ‘I want to be an evil henchman’ playbook”
His over exaggerated finger air quotes gets a laugh from the crowd.
“There’s just one tiny little, teensy weensy, smidge of a problem with it...”

Big Boss looking bemused and slightly agitated reply’s “ yeh?, and what would that be...?”

The debutant firmly and confidently says into his mic “ME! And I think its probably time, that I introduce myself properly to you all”
He lowers his mic and breathes in the crowds anticipation, dramatically waiting a few seconds before continuing.
“My name is Ace Arcadium, fighter of evil, defender of the needy, and all round cool dude...who the ladies really dig”

He finished his sentence winking into the camera.

“And I’m here to challenge you Dr B, for your World Title. I’ve seen the corruption and manipulation that has got you to where you are, and I’m here to stop it”

Big Boss starts laughing loudly into his mic before he speaks.

“What makes you think, that a random nobody off the street, can turn up with his bleached blonde hair, blue jump suit, peppy can do attitude, and challenge the world champion to a title match?”

Big Boss continues to laugh before adding “I run this place, so get to the back of the queue buddy!”

He turns his back to Ace, shaking his head to the champ, trying to calm the irate walking muscle of a man down.

The T.V screen above the entrance flicks on. Mr Fantasy is sitting behind his mahogany desk, watching on. He clears his throat loudly “ahem” to get Big Bosses attention.


Big Boss spins around, a look of utter shock on his face, and stares up towards the screen to listen to what Mr Fantasy has to say.

“It has become more and more apparent to me, that over the past few months, there has been some untoward behaviour going on behind the scenes. Rumours of bribery, intimidation, and corruption being rife within my company. And I’m here to put a stop to this insidious behaviour. Big Boss, you have met my friend Ace, and yes he WILL be getting a title shot against Dr B. Because despite what you may think... IT’s ME who runs this place”.

The crowd pop into a frenzy at the chairman’s words.

Big Boss smarmily replies “As you wish sir...

...I’m sure the lads in the locker room, who have worked so hard to get to where they are in the card, will be happy with your decision”.

Mr fantasy shuffles uncomfortably in his chair, before Big Boss continues.
“Dicky T, Arizona, any of the Van Winkles...I’m sure they will all be happy, to let your handpicked chosen one, jump straight to the front of the queue...”

Big Boss smiles, and extends the mic out, waiting for the chairman to give his response.

“Ahem, well, yes, you make a good point...

Big Boss interrupts Mr Fantasy.

“I tell you what, we will play along...Your friend obviously likes to play games...”

Big Boss lowers his mic, as he circles, slowly pacing, a predator toying with his prey, Before continuing.

“One life. One shot at the gauntlet. If your guy can beat each, and everyone, of MY guys in succession, he will get his shot. If not, then...GAME OVER! and FIRED!Next week you will face, JOHNNY KOBRA!”

Mr Fantasy, with his comically over the top, Adams apple drop reply’s “Ace?”

Without hesitation, the upstart newbie reply’s “ Game on”, before making his way back up the ramp, and through the exit.
(TK) “What a jerk”

(JR) “I like him, lets hope he can do what he has set out to do”

(TK) “Or not”

(MM) “Well that was certainly an interesting start to the show, and what a show we have in store for you tonight. In tonight’s main event, Goblin knight takes on Red Pirate Rodgers for the Cruiserweight belt. Goblin Knight claims that the red pirate stole his treasure in the past, and now he is going to steal Rodgers title off him, should be a great match"