Post by Alex Black on Feb 20, 2014 6:35:23 GMT -4
(The following was taken from SCW and EFK from the source material, the rps and match have been edited to take out code errors that occurred when EFK moved databases. The only things that where taken out where the quotation marks. I hope you enjoy what was the first encounter between Alex Black and M.D.K.)
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July 4th 2012-SCW Wildcard
(Alex Black is sitting awkwardly in M.D.K.’s opposite as the head of SCW sits in quiet contemplation opposite him. Alex looks around and sighs as he waits for M.D.K. to speak and the silence is awkward for a good couple of minutes before M.D.K. finally speaks.)
M.D.K.: “So... You like wrestling huh?”
Al Black: “Well of course I do! I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t”
M.D.K.: “Oh of course and you are a well established name in the business. Funnily enough... So am I.”
(M.D.K. starts to chuckle.)
M.D.K.: “And it’s funny that two such established names should be fighting each other in the Extreme Tournament this week.”
Al Black: “Yeah it’s a walking, talking joke alright...”
(M.D.K. tilts his head back and then snaps forwards with a deadly serious look etched across it.)
M.D.K.: “Which is why we find ourselves in a pickle. You see, I am your boss at the end of the day and one thing I enjoy about being the boss is that I can expect full and absolute obedience. Isn’t that correct?”
Al Black: “Look, if you want the Ashleigh McDaniel special, you can screw yourself pal.”
M.D.K.: “Oh boy, nothing that crass... No, I want you to make the right decision this week in the Extreme Tournament...”
Al Black: “Which is what exactly?”
M.D.K.: “You need to make my path out of the group as smooth as possible and the way you can do it is by laying down for me like the submissive mongrel that you are...”
(Black glares at him unsure whether it is a joke or not. When it is obvious it isn’t he sits forwards.)
Al Black: “Mr Tenegra, you may be my boss here but that’s as far as it goes. You enjoy your power here and I will enjoy the playing field being level this week in the Extreme Tournament and maybe, just maybe you’ll be wishing that it was in fact you that should have laid down for me...”
(Alex stands up leaving an infuriated M.D.K. catatonic with rage. As he opens the door, half a dozen security guards are waiting for him. Alex turns to the now smiling M.D.K.)
M.D.K.: “You see Alex, I quite like the playing field I have here. In fact, I don’t need to break you physically as I have the weekend for that. Oh no, what I will do is cripple you financially. You see I have just stopped your wages and effective immediately, you are suspended from Sin City Wrestling with no pay!”
(We hear a wave of boos rise up upon the crowd hearing this.)
M.D.K.: “Now get this trash out of my face...”
(Alex looks livid but before he can react, two of the guard have grabbed him and are dragging him away. As Alex shouts at M.D.K., his words can’t be heard as he is being dragged away. M.D.K. reclines I his seat and sits smugly as we cut to a commercial.)
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July 4th 2012-Las Vegas, Nevada
Trash
I stood there, on the outside of the Luxor looking up, as the rest of Wildcard played out inside. The light at the top shot up into the black sky above. I was furious. Rome was going to burn for what MDK had done.
Trash
I looked at the entrance of the building as the two guards, who had been less than gentle, still stood waiting for me to make a move. I looked at them with my nostrils flaring and my breath quickening.
Trash
I took a step forward as the two guards readied themselves, but then I stopped a small voice inside my head spoke up.
You're better than this.
I closed my eyes for a moment ignoring the voice and took another step as my eyes flew open again. The guards this time took out batons. Another step and the guards braced and readied themselves for the attack, but once again the voice rang out in my head.
Don't do it Alex, you're not this person.
I grabbed my head and screamed towards the ground.
WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!? I'M ALEX BLACK. WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!?
Out of the blue my fist comes up and I punch myself in the face. The guards look confused but stay ready for an attack. I looked up with a furious look. I stop and a smile appears on my face and I turn and begin to walk down the street. I duck into the nearest alleyway and slam my fist into the wall.
Try that again you son of a bitch.
Oh I'm the son of a bitch now huh? I'm the real Alex Black, we all know it. You're just a cheap imitation. I'm sure getting suspended from SCW was just what you had planned huh?
I let out a frustrated laugh as I slid down the wall. I held my hand close to my body as the blood ran down the knuckles.
You're just going to let MDK run us out of SCW like that, and over what? Because he wants us to lie down for him in the Experts tournament. I'm pathetic now, and it's your fault.
I grunted a half laugh.
Oh yeah, your just not realizing how pathetic we are? It's no surprise; we were pathetic long before I showed up. I have to work with what you left us with. Were only trash after all.
You're going to let MDK into our head. Do you not realize how much of an advantage that gives him already? Not to mention he has been at this for longer then we have.
I rolled my eyes.
Oh lord, you sound like you're in love with the guy. I knew I should have never had taken that pill. Now I got Jiminy fucking Cricket on my shoulder.
I actually preferred Alex Black, but hell I could always leave and let us play out this little pity party alone.
I closed my eyes again as I bring my head forward and slam it into the bricks behind me. For a second there is a bright light, and then everything comes back focus as I blink a couple times. I smile as I look around and no other voices in my head.
Echoooooooooo!!! Yep I think it's only the two of us in here. Nice try though. You really are trying to serve us up on a silver platter aren't you? What did you say last week? You were going to start taking people out, and then McClean outsmarted us. US! He outsmarted Alex Black. You let him outsmart us and it cost us the match. Now I have to sit here with you as you attempt to cave your skull in so that MDK can walk over, and cover us for the three count. Why am I even bothering?
I spit towards the ground and bring my hand to the back of my head and then brought it to check. No Blood, this time.
You really think it's that easy don't you? You lived it up in Canada. I took this extra step, I went to SCW, you where more than happy for us to be retired, or whatever it was you called it. Maybe MDK is in my head, but you know something, at least it's someone like MDK, and not someone like Riflewilly, or gods forbid that douche bag Leon Stone. If you would have had it your way, we would be in Warped beating his skinny ass every week. I took the leap to the majors.
I laughed and shook my head.
Oh yeah I remember how you started this all out. Leon Stone in PW, yeah that was one hell of a TLC match. Then you decided to grow a set and actually wrestle somewhere. Yeah maybe we would be somewhere else if I was in control, but I know one thing.
And what's that?
At least the fans would still back us each and every week. The best part of the show when you're on it is when Annabeth comes down to the ring with you. That's entertainment.
You're a sick fuck.
I let out a loud laugh.
At least I'm honest.
I looked towards the entrance of the alleyway and a couple people had stopped and were watching. I struggled to get to my feet, and I stumbled towards them, and they take off running.
WHAT! What's your god damned problem?
Oh fuck, now you're lashing out at the innocent people. This is why the fans hate you now.
I stopped in my tracks.
What the hell do you mean by that? The fans love us. The place goes crazy when we come down to the ring.
I let out a bigger laugh.
You really think that? Take our medicine. Sooner, rather than later, you'll realize what I'm talking about. It's getting late though, and you have to get out of the gutter, because you're making us look like gutter trash.
I walk out of the alleyway and begin to walk down the sidewalk. My lip curls a couple times as people walk close to me and I let out a loud growl. The scene cuts out as I walk into my hotel room.
July 7th 2012- Glendale, Arizona
I watched from the nose bleed section of the University of Phoenix Stadium as the techs set the ring up far below. It had been a long three days since the events of the fourths Wildcard event. I had managed to pick myself back up and get back on my feet long enough to get myself to the location of the biggest showdown of my career. The man sitting next to me had a camera shoved in my face and was ready to hear any and all comments I might have for my boss, Danny Tenegra, otherwise known as, the great and powerful MDK. It took me a moment to compose my thoughts but finally I looked at the camera with a smile.
Danny, you were right, maybe I am trash. Maybe suspending me without pay for the foreseeable future was a great idea. You did get into my head, which for people who know me, is a hard thing to do. I want to tell you a story Danny. Almost three weeks ago when I got the grouping for this I thought, Hey, this should be easy. Well that was up until I seen your name on the list, and maybe, just maybe, I psych myself up a bit too much and had you on my brain and I allowed what happened with Jerry and Mark to happen. I've put myself in a very hard position to fight out of Danny. For me to even have a chance at this point I would have to defeat you, Kill Crazy, and Leander, and some say that's an impossible task for me to accomplish.
I took a deep breath as I looked around, everyone down below looked like ants scurrying around trying to get their colony built. I forced a smile.
The fact of the matter is this; I respect you, not as a human being, but as a wrestler. I would be lying if I said I didn't go back and watch the match you had with my brother a few dozen times. I would be stupid not of done that. I can't say that I've seen a weakness in your game, and even in your ability. So I'll just say this. When the bell rings, I'm coming out of my corner with the intentions of doing whatever it takes to win this match. You see Danny; I'm being straight up with you right now. No crazy Alex Black, no older sister, no SCW. When that bell rings you and I are on a collision course, and when all is said and done, when the smoke clears, my arm will be the one raised in victory. You see Danny, yes, you may be my boss, but the fact of the matter is that you have allowed me to do something that I have only wished I could do in the past, and that's beat the hell out of my boss.
I take a deep breath as I look into the camera once again.
You see MDK, when you suspended me from SCW because I refused to eat the pin; you did something you'll regret. You let me focus on you, and only you. There is no match in SCW for me to keep me occupied. No, I'm able to set my focus on you, and only you Danny. Then I can focus on Leander, and then Kill Crazy. No Danny, I can promise you this, when this match is done, and the fans have just been seen the greatest thing since the orgasm, that will just be the beginning. No Danny, I may be trash, but I'm trash who never forgets. Just keep that in that computer like brain of yours filed under Oh Fuck, I'm screwed.
I run a hand to the back of my head and wince a little before looking back into the camera.
I know that soon you will drop your promo for the world to see. I know that in it you're going to drop your knowledge on us all, and it will shock and amaze the world. People the world over will watch the video on youtube or experts.com, and walk away thinking that you're the greatest thing since baby Jesus, and I know that I'm no MDK, but I am something special. You know how I know that I'm something special?"
I laughed a bit before continuing.
I know I'm something special, because on the fourth I seen that perfect composure of yours shaken, even if it was just for a second, the great MDK was shaken to his very core by the mongrel piece of trash called Alex Black. Not many people can say they did that, can they Danny? The answer is no. MDK does not allow people to shake his foundation. He's a rock, he's the living representation of Murder, Death, and Killing, and little Alex Black got to you. You see Danny, at first it got to me. I let it get into my head. I let you rent out my frontal lobe and you lounged in it like an unwelcomed house guest. Then it hit me. Why was MDK so angry that little oh Alex Black refused to lay down for him? The answer is because you don't know if you can beat me."
I let a breath out of my nose as I ran a hand threw my hair and I looked own below again. They had gotten the ring mat on and I looked back at the camera.
In just a matter of a day or so you are going to be stepping into the ring with Alex Black, and I'm going to give you the hardest fought match of your life Danny, and I hope you can hear me now.
I popped my neck as I got to my feet and the scene came to its end as I walked off screen, and the camera panned towards the working techs down below.
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July 4th 2012-Las Vegas, Nevada
Security Close the door behind them as they drag Alex Black out and M.D.K. leans forwards onto his desk and head butts it gently. As he lets out a groan, a hand is placed on his shoulder.
Edison: Good work...
M.D.K. turns with an irritated look on his face.
M.D.K.:How is it good exactly? I mean what part of him refusing to simply lie down and be pinned is - How you put it - good work?
Edison: You are in his head and that is the most important thing of all. The mental advantage is your for this match already and for that, you should be proud.
M.D.K.:You think I am proud of that? No... being undefeated in the tournament I am proud of. Taking apart icons and veterans like Mark Mania and Kill Crazy is something to be proud of. Looking at taking the rest of my group apart and remaining undefeated is something to be proud of... Taking your advice? I think not pal... And while I think of it, what the fuck are you doing in my office?
Edison: I am here as an unofficial, non-executive advisor to your business here. The SCW board decided that with your fingers being in so many pies that maybe during shows that you could do with some... Help...
M.D.K.:So Courtney is making sure I don't commit PR Chernobyl and I have you to make sure I can do my job. When are the SCW board gonna appoint somebody to wipe my arse?
Edison: Do you need somebody for that?
M.D.K. just glares at him.
Edison: So are you travelling out to Phoenix straight after the show?
M.D.K.:Indeed...
Edison: And what of Mr Black?
M.D.K.:When and how he travels is not of my concern.
Edison: But you are going to have to watch out for him. You have irritated him and he's going to be out for blood. Once you are out of the protective womb of SCW territory, you will be fair game.
M.D.K.:Oh wow... I have Alex Black gunning for my blood... Big fucking whoop.
Edison: Maybe getting him to eat the pin and having him thrown out of the arena wasn't the wisest thing to do.
M.D.K.:But that was you...
Edison: Ah from your mouth comes the command, on the plinth goes your head...
M.D.K.:You know, I'm starting to tire of you Edison...
Edison: Look, with me guiding you, we are heading towards not only a singles True Expert reign but control of The Experts outright. The Experts board have admitted that your offer is the most attractive that they have received and with your offer comes the M.D.K. and SCW Brand; two of the hottest pieces of property in this industry right now.
M.D.K. rubs his stubble as he contemplates this point. Edison crouches down beside M.D.K. and speaks directly into his ear.
Edison: Stick with me Daniel and we can go far.
Edison smiles and M.D.K. continues to look deep in thought as we fade out.
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Reynolds:So let me get this straight, you tried to get Alex to lie down for you this week and when he refused you had him thrown out of the building and suspended without pay?
M.D.K. raises his eyebrows as he drinks a large coffee down.
M.D.K.:Pretty much...
Reynolds:Well no wonder he is pretty annoyed with you right now. Wrestling blogs were alight with this news when they found out what you had said and did.
M.D.K.:That's not the worst part though. Security got back to me later on and said that after they dumped him outside he was screaming and throwing punches about...
Reynolds:How is that odd? Anyone would do the same...
M.D.K.:To themselves?
Courtney stops as she raises her cup to her lips.
Reynolds:He was what?
M.D.K.:He punches himself in the head, screamed out who he was and was thumping the ground. It was like watching that video of the Kony dude except his penis was flapping about like an unwelcome windsock.
Reynolds:So what happened?
M.D.K.:Evidently he went to sleep in the garbage before shouting at some passers-by and then he staggered off... Proper fucking fruit-loop...
Reynolds:And this is the guy who you are expected to keep on SCW's books? Is he... You know...
M.D.K.:The full ticket? Probably not but thankfully SCW doesn't do psych evaluations otherwise we'd lose 80% of our roster.
Reynolds:True... But what about fighting him?
M.D.K.:What about it?
Reynolds:Is it... Safe?
M.D.K.:Aww would you listen to that; the frigid and aloof Courtney Reynolds showing concern for the big, bad wolf of professional wrestling. I'm touched... You can be too if you want.
Reynolds:Danny... I'm not sleeping-
She stops to listen for the announcement.
Tannoy: Flight number AA1650 for Phoenix is now boarding at gate 17.
M.D.K.:See, I'm not there and still keeping you up all night.
Reynolds:I didn't finish my sentence...
But M.D.K. is already up and wheeling his bag towards the departure lounge. Courtney follows after him.
Reynolds:Are you listening Danny? I'm not sleeping with you...
M.D.K.:Whatever...
They carry on walking as we cut away again. Courtney continues to shout after a smirking M.D.K.
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We are in M.D.K.'s office and the figure sitting in his chair is on the phone and the voice is familiar.
?: He listened once again... Of course I am. Trust me when I say this, the puppet is dancing for us as planned... Of course I am aware of the implications... And the fallout if it goes wrong. It won't though... Look just trust me on this and we will have everything in our possession just as arranged.
The figure puts down the phone and the chair swivels round to reveal Edison sitting with his hands pressed together and a broad smirk on his face.
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The University of Phoenix Stadium. Home to many great sporting events as well as the spiritual home of Phoenix Wrestling and leg three on the Experts tournament tour. Everybody in the tournament was getting a great feel for the individual world of the Experts companies. As M.D.K. and Courtney walk up the path to the entrance, they can't help but stare up in awe at the sheer magnitude of the arena. For one of those rare moments, M.D.K. is actually lost for words...
M.D.K.:Big bastard isn't it.
Reynolds:Feeling inferior Danny?
M.D.K. turns to Courtney with a sour face.
M.D.K.:Not a fucking chance.
They smile and head towards the main doors past a group of hopeful autograph hunters who get ignored. As they enter the foyer, a man approaches them with a warm smile and a hand extended ready for a handshake.
Stevenson: Well, well, well Danny M.D.K.™ Tenegra as I live and breathe. Welcome to PW and to our humble arena. Nick Stevenson, road agent.
M.D.K. looks down at the extended hand and then up at the half smiling face of Stevenson whose smile is slowly fading. Courtney nudges M.D.K. in the back and he grudgingly accepts the handshake. The handshake is firm and the two lock eyes before M.D.K. speaks.
M.D.K.: Thanks. Danny Tenegra, proprietor of SCW and employer to road agents.
Stevenson looks irked by this obvious slight on him. He doesn't let it phase him though and continues.
Stevenson: I see the M.D.K. charm doesn't have downtime.
M.D.K.:Why would it when it works on so many levels?
Stevenson: Well either way, I am here to welcome you and give the generic spiel to all of the competitors at this event. As you are aware, you are a guest of PW and while the event is not a PW event we do expect you to respect the arena and staff and facilities and adhere to PW policy. Any damages incurred to PW staff or property during your stay here will be compensated from your own bank account.
M.D.K.:Hang on... didn't you used to be the GM of this place.
Stevenson: I... was yes...
M.D.K.:And now you are just a boy scout telling people where to park at a village fete. How does that feel?
Stevenson looks livid at this but composes himself well. M.D.K. smirks and pats him on the shoulder as he walks by.
M.D.K.:Thanks for the welcome buddy. We'll find our own way from here...
He brushes past Stevenson with a wicked grin and Courtney follows behind, apologising to Stevenson as she does.
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Reynolds:Danny, you are a fucking nightmare do you know that?
M.D.K.:What?
Reynolds:Undermining the staff and pissing people off within about two minutes of arriving at the arena? Are you fucking stupid or just have a death wish? You are a PR nightmare.
M.D.K.:And that is why you are here... On top of being eye candy of course.
She rolls her eyes as M.D.K. reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone.
Reynolds:Is it that time already?
He nods.
Reynolds:And I guess you want me to make myself scarce?
He nods and smiles while Courtney sighs and turns around.
Reynolds:Have fun!
Courtney leaves the room and M.D.K. twiddles the phone between his fingers. He then holds it in front of him and presses record.
M.D.K.: So Alex, you represent the midpoint of the Extreme Tournament Group Stages for me and our paths have differed greatly. Where I have carved through my opponents, you have toiled, grafted and walked away with nothing. Another disappointing year for the Black family eh Alex? Just like your brother, you walk into this tournament with your details and your issues just like the rest of this family and just like every year, the world lets out a collective sigh of indifference.
He adjusts himself and allows himself a smile as he starts to enjoy this.
M.D.K.:See unlike others in this tournament and specifically in this group, I don't have the same degree of respect for you as I had for say Kill Crazy or Mark Mania because of their veteran status or for Leander Apollo because of the history between us. I can't say I hate you as a result as you are an employee of mine, you are an incredibly talented individual despite the fact you are seemingly...
He leans to his side and pulls out a British Medical Journal and reads out a passage.
M.D.K.:Fucked up in the head...
He grins to the camera before continuing.
M.D.K.:So where does that leave me? I don't hate you, I don't respect you... So I guess I nothing you. Much like the crowd, I can't find it in myself to have an actual emotion for you. I guess if you don't show any, how can you garner any from the fans, from the crowd and most importantly...from me?
You are devoid of charisma. A man who is Black by name... and beige by nature and the only man who is so two-dimensional that if you turn to the side during our match, you will probably fucking disappear.
The problem with you is Alex is that you are treading a tightrope. Your time in this tournament is as good as over already with a win for me this week making it certain. You had a chance to make my life easier and in turn make your SCW career rocket but you turned your back on it. Instead, I am going to make every moment in that ring this week a living fucking hell and every single heartbeat of your wrestling career an agonising, tortuous misery... A lot like a lot of your promos!
So beat yourself up, meant with a covenant of cunts and pretend to be some sort of Illumin-fucking-ati for all I care. Battle inner turmoil or join up with the rest of your dull-witted clan and perform of We Are fucking Family™ because either way this week sees me breeze into pole position of our group and look to the real grown-ups of this thing and my path towards taking full control of the Experts both physically and financially by rendering you truly and utterly INFERIOR!
He glares into the camera as he switches it off and the camera cuts to black... Not Alex Black... Just... YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT I MEAN!
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MDK vs. Alex Black-The Extreme Tournament 2012-Group Stage Week Three-July 9th, 2012
Charlie Big Potato - Skunk Anansie plays. Arena-shaking boos sound out around the arena before a shower of pyrotechnics explodes on the stage. After a couple of seconds Danny MDK™ Tenegra steps out through them, screaming at the fans and shaking his head in disdain. Behind him comes his True Expert Tag Team Championship partner and PW wrestler Juan Ramirez to the same level of boos from the home-fed crowd! He walks down the ramp with a swagger in his step before disrobing in front of the ring and jumping up onto the apron. He climbs in through the ropes and once more shouts some abuse to the crowd as Ramirez joins him and taunts the fans, before MDK finally rests in the corner ahead of the match.
Announcer: Introducing, from Colchester, Essex, England, weighing in at 275lbs and representing the TFWF accompanied by Juan Ramirez he is one half of the True Expert Tag Team Champions M.D.K!
Erika Vanarelli: Thus far undefeated but also involved in a fight earlier tonight, that could be the deciding factor as MDK looks to make it 3-0!
Jim Rushfield: He's been impressive in the first two weeks, it's a brave man that bets against MDK.
Hear Me Now - Hollywood Undead plays. A big series of boos sound out as Alex Black steps out from the curtain, staring out at the crowd with disdain as his sister Annabeth Dare walks out behind with a grin on her face. Black sneers as he walks down the ramp, almost lashing out at one of the fans before he rolls into the ring and remains on his knees, staring out at the crowd with a vicious expression on his face once again. Dare climbs into the ring and talks to her brother, before Black then begins to pace the ring, waiting for the start of the match.
Announcer: Introducing, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 235lbs and representing SCW Alex Black!
Marcus L. Benjamin: Now here's a interesting guy, the man that choked out Mark Mania gets to take on some of duh top competition four words aww here we go!
Erika Vanarelli: Interesting note that on the last episode of SCW Wildcard MDK tried to get Black to lie down for him tonight, and when Black refused he was thrown out of the arena and suspended on no pay! Things could get really interesting.
A really good match between the SCW pair as Black is clearly incensed at MDK's suspension of him on the last episode of Wildcard, making for a hard-hitting match. The finish comes as MDK comes storming in looking for the Hellshot (High Impact STO) but Black is able to break free, keeping hold of MDK's arms as he tries to twist him into the Black Out (Cattle Mutilation)! The crowd are going crazy as it looks like MDK might have to tap but he breaks free, calling for time on the match as he gestures for Black to hold off. MDK then waves to the back and someone in a suit comes running out with an SCW contract for Black. We hear MDK shout to Black that he'll give him a lucrative contract and SCW Global Championship shot if he lies down while Black looks at the contract -- only it was a ruse! MDK springs to his feet and nails the Hellshot, covering Black and winning the match!
Winner, via pinfall: MDK
Erika Vanarelli: Never trust a damn snake like MDK!
MDK smirks as he celebrates and rips up the contract, heading to the back. As he walks he shouts into the nearest camera for Benevolence to keep the title warm for him.
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July 4th 2012-SCW Wildcard
(Alex Black is sitting awkwardly in M.D.K.’s opposite as the head of SCW sits in quiet contemplation opposite him. Alex looks around and sighs as he waits for M.D.K. to speak and the silence is awkward for a good couple of minutes before M.D.K. finally speaks.)
M.D.K.: “So... You like wrestling huh?”
Al Black: “Well of course I do! I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t”
M.D.K.: “Oh of course and you are a well established name in the business. Funnily enough... So am I.”
(M.D.K. starts to chuckle.)
M.D.K.: “And it’s funny that two such established names should be fighting each other in the Extreme Tournament this week.”
Al Black: “Yeah it’s a walking, talking joke alright...”
(M.D.K. tilts his head back and then snaps forwards with a deadly serious look etched across it.)
M.D.K.: “Which is why we find ourselves in a pickle. You see, I am your boss at the end of the day and one thing I enjoy about being the boss is that I can expect full and absolute obedience. Isn’t that correct?”
Al Black: “Look, if you want the Ashleigh McDaniel special, you can screw yourself pal.”
M.D.K.: “Oh boy, nothing that crass... No, I want you to make the right decision this week in the Extreme Tournament...”
Al Black: “Which is what exactly?”
M.D.K.: “You need to make my path out of the group as smooth as possible and the way you can do it is by laying down for me like the submissive mongrel that you are...”
(Black glares at him unsure whether it is a joke or not. When it is obvious it isn’t he sits forwards.)
Al Black: “Mr Tenegra, you may be my boss here but that’s as far as it goes. You enjoy your power here and I will enjoy the playing field being level this week in the Extreme Tournament and maybe, just maybe you’ll be wishing that it was in fact you that should have laid down for me...”
(Alex stands up leaving an infuriated M.D.K. catatonic with rage. As he opens the door, half a dozen security guards are waiting for him. Alex turns to the now smiling M.D.K.)
M.D.K.: “You see Alex, I quite like the playing field I have here. In fact, I don’t need to break you physically as I have the weekend for that. Oh no, what I will do is cripple you financially. You see I have just stopped your wages and effective immediately, you are suspended from Sin City Wrestling with no pay!”
(We hear a wave of boos rise up upon the crowd hearing this.)
M.D.K.: “Now get this trash out of my face...”
(Alex looks livid but before he can react, two of the guard have grabbed him and are dragging him away. As Alex shouts at M.D.K., his words can’t be heard as he is being dragged away. M.D.K. reclines I his seat and sits smugly as we cut to a commercial.)
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July 4th 2012-Las Vegas, Nevada
Trash
I stood there, on the outside of the Luxor looking up, as the rest of Wildcard played out inside. The light at the top shot up into the black sky above. I was furious. Rome was going to burn for what MDK had done.
Trash
I looked at the entrance of the building as the two guards, who had been less than gentle, still stood waiting for me to make a move. I looked at them with my nostrils flaring and my breath quickening.
Trash
I took a step forward as the two guards readied themselves, but then I stopped a small voice inside my head spoke up.
You're better than this.
I closed my eyes for a moment ignoring the voice and took another step as my eyes flew open again. The guards this time took out batons. Another step and the guards braced and readied themselves for the attack, but once again the voice rang out in my head.
Don't do it Alex, you're not this person.
I grabbed my head and screamed towards the ground.
WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!? I'M ALEX BLACK. WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!?
Out of the blue my fist comes up and I punch myself in the face. The guards look confused but stay ready for an attack. I looked up with a furious look. I stop and a smile appears on my face and I turn and begin to walk down the street. I duck into the nearest alleyway and slam my fist into the wall.
Try that again you son of a bitch.
Oh I'm the son of a bitch now huh? I'm the real Alex Black, we all know it. You're just a cheap imitation. I'm sure getting suspended from SCW was just what you had planned huh?
I let out a frustrated laugh as I slid down the wall. I held my hand close to my body as the blood ran down the knuckles.
You're just going to let MDK run us out of SCW like that, and over what? Because he wants us to lie down for him in the Experts tournament. I'm pathetic now, and it's your fault.
I grunted a half laugh.
Oh yeah, your just not realizing how pathetic we are? It's no surprise; we were pathetic long before I showed up. I have to work with what you left us with. Were only trash after all.
You're going to let MDK into our head. Do you not realize how much of an advantage that gives him already? Not to mention he has been at this for longer then we have.
I rolled my eyes.
Oh lord, you sound like you're in love with the guy. I knew I should have never had taken that pill. Now I got Jiminy fucking Cricket on my shoulder.
I actually preferred Alex Black, but hell I could always leave and let us play out this little pity party alone.
I closed my eyes again as I bring my head forward and slam it into the bricks behind me. For a second there is a bright light, and then everything comes back focus as I blink a couple times. I smile as I look around and no other voices in my head.
Echoooooooooo!!! Yep I think it's only the two of us in here. Nice try though. You really are trying to serve us up on a silver platter aren't you? What did you say last week? You were going to start taking people out, and then McClean outsmarted us. US! He outsmarted Alex Black. You let him outsmart us and it cost us the match. Now I have to sit here with you as you attempt to cave your skull in so that MDK can walk over, and cover us for the three count. Why am I even bothering?
I spit towards the ground and bring my hand to the back of my head and then brought it to check. No Blood, this time.
You really think it's that easy don't you? You lived it up in Canada. I took this extra step, I went to SCW, you where more than happy for us to be retired, or whatever it was you called it. Maybe MDK is in my head, but you know something, at least it's someone like MDK, and not someone like Riflewilly, or gods forbid that douche bag Leon Stone. If you would have had it your way, we would be in Warped beating his skinny ass every week. I took the leap to the majors.
I laughed and shook my head.
Oh yeah I remember how you started this all out. Leon Stone in PW, yeah that was one hell of a TLC match. Then you decided to grow a set and actually wrestle somewhere. Yeah maybe we would be somewhere else if I was in control, but I know one thing.
And what's that?
At least the fans would still back us each and every week. The best part of the show when you're on it is when Annabeth comes down to the ring with you. That's entertainment.
You're a sick fuck.
I let out a loud laugh.
At least I'm honest.
I looked towards the entrance of the alleyway and a couple people had stopped and were watching. I struggled to get to my feet, and I stumbled towards them, and they take off running.
WHAT! What's your god damned problem?
Oh fuck, now you're lashing out at the innocent people. This is why the fans hate you now.
I stopped in my tracks.
What the hell do you mean by that? The fans love us. The place goes crazy when we come down to the ring.
I let out a bigger laugh.
You really think that? Take our medicine. Sooner, rather than later, you'll realize what I'm talking about. It's getting late though, and you have to get out of the gutter, because you're making us look like gutter trash.
I walk out of the alleyway and begin to walk down the sidewalk. My lip curls a couple times as people walk close to me and I let out a loud growl. The scene cuts out as I walk into my hotel room.
July 7th 2012- Glendale, Arizona
I watched from the nose bleed section of the University of Phoenix Stadium as the techs set the ring up far below. It had been a long three days since the events of the fourths Wildcard event. I had managed to pick myself back up and get back on my feet long enough to get myself to the location of the biggest showdown of my career. The man sitting next to me had a camera shoved in my face and was ready to hear any and all comments I might have for my boss, Danny Tenegra, otherwise known as, the great and powerful MDK. It took me a moment to compose my thoughts but finally I looked at the camera with a smile.
Danny, you were right, maybe I am trash. Maybe suspending me without pay for the foreseeable future was a great idea. You did get into my head, which for people who know me, is a hard thing to do. I want to tell you a story Danny. Almost three weeks ago when I got the grouping for this I thought, Hey, this should be easy. Well that was up until I seen your name on the list, and maybe, just maybe, I psych myself up a bit too much and had you on my brain and I allowed what happened with Jerry and Mark to happen. I've put myself in a very hard position to fight out of Danny. For me to even have a chance at this point I would have to defeat you, Kill Crazy, and Leander, and some say that's an impossible task for me to accomplish.
I took a deep breath as I looked around, everyone down below looked like ants scurrying around trying to get their colony built. I forced a smile.
The fact of the matter is this; I respect you, not as a human being, but as a wrestler. I would be lying if I said I didn't go back and watch the match you had with my brother a few dozen times. I would be stupid not of done that. I can't say that I've seen a weakness in your game, and even in your ability. So I'll just say this. When the bell rings, I'm coming out of my corner with the intentions of doing whatever it takes to win this match. You see Danny; I'm being straight up with you right now. No crazy Alex Black, no older sister, no SCW. When that bell rings you and I are on a collision course, and when all is said and done, when the smoke clears, my arm will be the one raised in victory. You see Danny, yes, you may be my boss, but the fact of the matter is that you have allowed me to do something that I have only wished I could do in the past, and that's beat the hell out of my boss.
I take a deep breath as I look into the camera once again.
You see MDK, when you suspended me from SCW because I refused to eat the pin; you did something you'll regret. You let me focus on you, and only you. There is no match in SCW for me to keep me occupied. No, I'm able to set my focus on you, and only you Danny. Then I can focus on Leander, and then Kill Crazy. No Danny, I can promise you this, when this match is done, and the fans have just been seen the greatest thing since the orgasm, that will just be the beginning. No Danny, I may be trash, but I'm trash who never forgets. Just keep that in that computer like brain of yours filed under Oh Fuck, I'm screwed.
I run a hand to the back of my head and wince a little before looking back into the camera.
I know that soon you will drop your promo for the world to see. I know that in it you're going to drop your knowledge on us all, and it will shock and amaze the world. People the world over will watch the video on youtube or experts.com, and walk away thinking that you're the greatest thing since baby Jesus, and I know that I'm no MDK, but I am something special. You know how I know that I'm something special?"
I laughed a bit before continuing.
I know I'm something special, because on the fourth I seen that perfect composure of yours shaken, even if it was just for a second, the great MDK was shaken to his very core by the mongrel piece of trash called Alex Black. Not many people can say they did that, can they Danny? The answer is no. MDK does not allow people to shake his foundation. He's a rock, he's the living representation of Murder, Death, and Killing, and little Alex Black got to you. You see Danny, at first it got to me. I let it get into my head. I let you rent out my frontal lobe and you lounged in it like an unwelcomed house guest. Then it hit me. Why was MDK so angry that little oh Alex Black refused to lay down for him? The answer is because you don't know if you can beat me."
I let a breath out of my nose as I ran a hand threw my hair and I looked own below again. They had gotten the ring mat on and I looked back at the camera.
In just a matter of a day or so you are going to be stepping into the ring with Alex Black, and I'm going to give you the hardest fought match of your life Danny, and I hope you can hear me now.
I popped my neck as I got to my feet and the scene came to its end as I walked off screen, and the camera panned towards the working techs down below.
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July 4th 2012-Las Vegas, Nevada
Security Close the door behind them as they drag Alex Black out and M.D.K. leans forwards onto his desk and head butts it gently. As he lets out a groan, a hand is placed on his shoulder.
Edison: Good work...
M.D.K. turns with an irritated look on his face.
M.D.K.:How is it good exactly? I mean what part of him refusing to simply lie down and be pinned is - How you put it - good work?
Edison: You are in his head and that is the most important thing of all. The mental advantage is your for this match already and for that, you should be proud.
M.D.K.:You think I am proud of that? No... being undefeated in the tournament I am proud of. Taking apart icons and veterans like Mark Mania and Kill Crazy is something to be proud of. Looking at taking the rest of my group apart and remaining undefeated is something to be proud of... Taking your advice? I think not pal... And while I think of it, what the fuck are you doing in my office?
Edison: I am here as an unofficial, non-executive advisor to your business here. The SCW board decided that with your fingers being in so many pies that maybe during shows that you could do with some... Help...
M.D.K.:So Courtney is making sure I don't commit PR Chernobyl and I have you to make sure I can do my job. When are the SCW board gonna appoint somebody to wipe my arse?
Edison: Do you need somebody for that?
M.D.K. just glares at him.
Edison: So are you travelling out to Phoenix straight after the show?
M.D.K.:Indeed...
Edison: And what of Mr Black?
M.D.K.:When and how he travels is not of my concern.
Edison: But you are going to have to watch out for him. You have irritated him and he's going to be out for blood. Once you are out of the protective womb of SCW territory, you will be fair game.
M.D.K.:Oh wow... I have Alex Black gunning for my blood... Big fucking whoop.
Edison: Maybe getting him to eat the pin and having him thrown out of the arena wasn't the wisest thing to do.
M.D.K.:But that was you...
Edison: Ah from your mouth comes the command, on the plinth goes your head...
M.D.K.:You know, I'm starting to tire of you Edison...
Edison: Look, with me guiding you, we are heading towards not only a singles True Expert reign but control of The Experts outright. The Experts board have admitted that your offer is the most attractive that they have received and with your offer comes the M.D.K. and SCW Brand; two of the hottest pieces of property in this industry right now.
M.D.K. rubs his stubble as he contemplates this point. Edison crouches down beside M.D.K. and speaks directly into his ear.
Edison: Stick with me Daniel and we can go far.
Edison smiles and M.D.K. continues to look deep in thought as we fade out.
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Reynolds:So let me get this straight, you tried to get Alex to lie down for you this week and when he refused you had him thrown out of the building and suspended without pay?
M.D.K. raises his eyebrows as he drinks a large coffee down.
M.D.K.:Pretty much...
Reynolds:Well no wonder he is pretty annoyed with you right now. Wrestling blogs were alight with this news when they found out what you had said and did.
M.D.K.:That's not the worst part though. Security got back to me later on and said that after they dumped him outside he was screaming and throwing punches about...
Reynolds:How is that odd? Anyone would do the same...
M.D.K.:To themselves?
Courtney stops as she raises her cup to her lips.
Reynolds:He was what?
M.D.K.:He punches himself in the head, screamed out who he was and was thumping the ground. It was like watching that video of the Kony dude except his penis was flapping about like an unwelcome windsock.
Reynolds:So what happened?
M.D.K.:Evidently he went to sleep in the garbage before shouting at some passers-by and then he staggered off... Proper fucking fruit-loop...
Reynolds:And this is the guy who you are expected to keep on SCW's books? Is he... You know...
M.D.K.:The full ticket? Probably not but thankfully SCW doesn't do psych evaluations otherwise we'd lose 80% of our roster.
Reynolds:True... But what about fighting him?
M.D.K.:What about it?
Reynolds:Is it... Safe?
M.D.K.:Aww would you listen to that; the frigid and aloof Courtney Reynolds showing concern for the big, bad wolf of professional wrestling. I'm touched... You can be too if you want.
Reynolds:Danny... I'm not sleeping-
She stops to listen for the announcement.
Tannoy: Flight number AA1650 for Phoenix is now boarding at gate 17.
M.D.K.:See, I'm not there and still keeping you up all night.
Reynolds:I didn't finish my sentence...
But M.D.K. is already up and wheeling his bag towards the departure lounge. Courtney follows after him.
Reynolds:Are you listening Danny? I'm not sleeping with you...
M.D.K.:Whatever...
They carry on walking as we cut away again. Courtney continues to shout after a smirking M.D.K.
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We are in M.D.K.'s office and the figure sitting in his chair is on the phone and the voice is familiar.
?: He listened once again... Of course I am. Trust me when I say this, the puppet is dancing for us as planned... Of course I am aware of the implications... And the fallout if it goes wrong. It won't though... Look just trust me on this and we will have everything in our possession just as arranged.
The figure puts down the phone and the chair swivels round to reveal Edison sitting with his hands pressed together and a broad smirk on his face.
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The University of Phoenix Stadium. Home to many great sporting events as well as the spiritual home of Phoenix Wrestling and leg three on the Experts tournament tour. Everybody in the tournament was getting a great feel for the individual world of the Experts companies. As M.D.K. and Courtney walk up the path to the entrance, they can't help but stare up in awe at the sheer magnitude of the arena. For one of those rare moments, M.D.K. is actually lost for words...
M.D.K.:Big bastard isn't it.
Reynolds:Feeling inferior Danny?
M.D.K. turns to Courtney with a sour face.
M.D.K.:Not a fucking chance.
They smile and head towards the main doors past a group of hopeful autograph hunters who get ignored. As they enter the foyer, a man approaches them with a warm smile and a hand extended ready for a handshake.
Stevenson: Well, well, well Danny M.D.K.™ Tenegra as I live and breathe. Welcome to PW and to our humble arena. Nick Stevenson, road agent.
M.D.K. looks down at the extended hand and then up at the half smiling face of Stevenson whose smile is slowly fading. Courtney nudges M.D.K. in the back and he grudgingly accepts the handshake. The handshake is firm and the two lock eyes before M.D.K. speaks.
M.D.K.: Thanks. Danny Tenegra, proprietor of SCW and employer to road agents.
Stevenson looks irked by this obvious slight on him. He doesn't let it phase him though and continues.
Stevenson: I see the M.D.K. charm doesn't have downtime.
M.D.K.:Why would it when it works on so many levels?
Stevenson: Well either way, I am here to welcome you and give the generic spiel to all of the competitors at this event. As you are aware, you are a guest of PW and while the event is not a PW event we do expect you to respect the arena and staff and facilities and adhere to PW policy. Any damages incurred to PW staff or property during your stay here will be compensated from your own bank account.
M.D.K.:Hang on... didn't you used to be the GM of this place.
Stevenson: I... was yes...
M.D.K.:And now you are just a boy scout telling people where to park at a village fete. How does that feel?
Stevenson looks livid at this but composes himself well. M.D.K. smirks and pats him on the shoulder as he walks by.
M.D.K.:Thanks for the welcome buddy. We'll find our own way from here...
He brushes past Stevenson with a wicked grin and Courtney follows behind, apologising to Stevenson as she does.
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Reynolds:Danny, you are a fucking nightmare do you know that?
M.D.K.:What?
Reynolds:Undermining the staff and pissing people off within about two minutes of arriving at the arena? Are you fucking stupid or just have a death wish? You are a PR nightmare.
M.D.K.:And that is why you are here... On top of being eye candy of course.
She rolls her eyes as M.D.K. reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone.
Reynolds:Is it that time already?
He nods.
Reynolds:And I guess you want me to make myself scarce?
He nods and smiles while Courtney sighs and turns around.
Reynolds:Have fun!
Courtney leaves the room and M.D.K. twiddles the phone between his fingers. He then holds it in front of him and presses record.
M.D.K.: So Alex, you represent the midpoint of the Extreme Tournament Group Stages for me and our paths have differed greatly. Where I have carved through my opponents, you have toiled, grafted and walked away with nothing. Another disappointing year for the Black family eh Alex? Just like your brother, you walk into this tournament with your details and your issues just like the rest of this family and just like every year, the world lets out a collective sigh of indifference.
He adjusts himself and allows himself a smile as he starts to enjoy this.
M.D.K.:See unlike others in this tournament and specifically in this group, I don't have the same degree of respect for you as I had for say Kill Crazy or Mark Mania because of their veteran status or for Leander Apollo because of the history between us. I can't say I hate you as a result as you are an employee of mine, you are an incredibly talented individual despite the fact you are seemingly...
He leans to his side and pulls out a British Medical Journal and reads out a passage.
M.D.K.:Fucked up in the head...
He grins to the camera before continuing.
M.D.K.:So where does that leave me? I don't hate you, I don't respect you... So I guess I nothing you. Much like the crowd, I can't find it in myself to have an actual emotion for you. I guess if you don't show any, how can you garner any from the fans, from the crowd and most importantly...from me?
You are devoid of charisma. A man who is Black by name... and beige by nature and the only man who is so two-dimensional that if you turn to the side during our match, you will probably fucking disappear.
The problem with you is Alex is that you are treading a tightrope. Your time in this tournament is as good as over already with a win for me this week making it certain. You had a chance to make my life easier and in turn make your SCW career rocket but you turned your back on it. Instead, I am going to make every moment in that ring this week a living fucking hell and every single heartbeat of your wrestling career an agonising, tortuous misery... A lot like a lot of your promos!
So beat yourself up, meant with a covenant of cunts and pretend to be some sort of Illumin-fucking-ati for all I care. Battle inner turmoil or join up with the rest of your dull-witted clan and perform of We Are fucking Family™ because either way this week sees me breeze into pole position of our group and look to the real grown-ups of this thing and my path towards taking full control of the Experts both physically and financially by rendering you truly and utterly INFERIOR!
He glares into the camera as he switches it off and the camera cuts to black... Not Alex Black... Just... YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT I MEAN!
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MDK vs. Alex Black-The Extreme Tournament 2012-Group Stage Week Three-July 9th, 2012
Charlie Big Potato - Skunk Anansie plays. Arena-shaking boos sound out around the arena before a shower of pyrotechnics explodes on the stage. After a couple of seconds Danny MDK™ Tenegra steps out through them, screaming at the fans and shaking his head in disdain. Behind him comes his True Expert Tag Team Championship partner and PW wrestler Juan Ramirez to the same level of boos from the home-fed crowd! He walks down the ramp with a swagger in his step before disrobing in front of the ring and jumping up onto the apron. He climbs in through the ropes and once more shouts some abuse to the crowd as Ramirez joins him and taunts the fans, before MDK finally rests in the corner ahead of the match.
Announcer: Introducing, from Colchester, Essex, England, weighing in at 275lbs and representing the TFWF accompanied by Juan Ramirez he is one half of the True Expert Tag Team Champions M.D.K!
Erika Vanarelli: Thus far undefeated but also involved in a fight earlier tonight, that could be the deciding factor as MDK looks to make it 3-0!
Jim Rushfield: He's been impressive in the first two weeks, it's a brave man that bets against MDK.
Hear Me Now - Hollywood Undead plays. A big series of boos sound out as Alex Black steps out from the curtain, staring out at the crowd with disdain as his sister Annabeth Dare walks out behind with a grin on her face. Black sneers as he walks down the ramp, almost lashing out at one of the fans before he rolls into the ring and remains on his knees, staring out at the crowd with a vicious expression on his face once again. Dare climbs into the ring and talks to her brother, before Black then begins to pace the ring, waiting for the start of the match.
Announcer: Introducing, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 235lbs and representing SCW Alex Black!
Marcus L. Benjamin: Now here's a interesting guy, the man that choked out Mark Mania gets to take on some of duh top competition four words aww here we go!
Erika Vanarelli: Interesting note that on the last episode of SCW Wildcard MDK tried to get Black to lie down for him tonight, and when Black refused he was thrown out of the arena and suspended on no pay! Things could get really interesting.
A really good match between the SCW pair as Black is clearly incensed at MDK's suspension of him on the last episode of Wildcard, making for a hard-hitting match. The finish comes as MDK comes storming in looking for the Hellshot (High Impact STO) but Black is able to break free, keeping hold of MDK's arms as he tries to twist him into the Black Out (Cattle Mutilation)! The crowd are going crazy as it looks like MDK might have to tap but he breaks free, calling for time on the match as he gestures for Black to hold off. MDK then waves to the back and someone in a suit comes running out with an SCW contract for Black. We hear MDK shout to Black that he'll give him a lucrative contract and SCW Global Championship shot if he lies down while Black looks at the contract -- only it was a ruse! MDK springs to his feet and nails the Hellshot, covering Black and winning the match!
Winner, via pinfall: MDK
Erika Vanarelli: Never trust a damn snake like MDK!
MDK smirks as he celebrates and rips up the contract, heading to the back. As he walks he shouts into the nearest camera for Benevolence to keep the title warm for him.
