MONSTER BRAWL V

[Level-Two]

MONSTER BRAWL V

MONSTERBRAWL V opens up to a wide shot of the arena with several rabid fans shouting drunkenly into the camera. Fans hold up signs like ''APW SUCKS'', ''DICTATOR PRESIDENT JEFF SUPREME!'' ''SALLY IS MAKING ME A SAMMICH'' and ''I BEAT LEVEL-ONE'' around the arena. In the ring, stands Felipe DeLoren accompanied by his girlfriends Violet and Kia.

Felipe DeLoren: Ladies and gentlemen; welcome to MONSTERBRAWL V!

The crowd goes wild and starts a ''we want blood'' chant as Felipe DeLoren reveals a devilish smile for what he had in store for his legion of followers.

Felipe DeLoren: Tonight, I must address the grave threat that MONSTERBRAWL V and the Sindicate are facing. This threat comes of the way by a rival promotion by the name of ''APW'' who have sent two stars our way because they don't like the way we do things around here.

On the MONSTERBRAWL V display to photos of Level-One and Sally Talfourd appear on screen; which illicits a negative response from the Anti-APW crowd.

Felipe DeLoren: These two corporate controlled minions have been sent by their precious President to help teach the Sindicate a lesson. And while their show of bravery can be commended their lack of loyalty and traitorous actions cannot. You see these two ''mega'' stars are owned by the Sindicate and rather then serving their masters they have unwisely chosen to revolt!

Violet and Kia nod their heads side to side with grave concern.

Felipe DeLoren: Though, I assure you MONSTERBRAWL V will remain interruption free and the infiltrators will not get past our state of the art security because unlike the APW; we keep trash out of our ring and out of our minds!

''MONSTER BRAWL! MONSTERBRAWL! MONSTERBRAWL!''

Felipe DeLoren: If it is a fight that the APW, President Jeff, Sally Talfourd and Level-One are truly looking for; then a WAR is what they shall receive!

Felipe Deloren looks dead into the camera as his face becomes heated like solar from a thousands suns—getting the blood thirsty fans riled up.

Felipe DeLoren: LONG LIVE THE SINDICATE AND ALL THOSE WHO OFFER THEIR BLOOD TO OUR VEINS!

[Level-Two]

Sally: We’re here.

Level-One: You ready?

Sally: As ready as steady Eddy and Freddy with a bready teddy.

Level-One: ... for fu ... seriously?

Sally: Let’s go!

Sally and Lester step out of the limousine that’s pulled up out the front of the arena. Why a limo? Because these are the APW fighters, the representers, the soldiers taking the fight to the Sindicate. The peoples trying to ruin Action Packed Wrestling. And everyone knows APW travels in style.

Fan Billy: Holy shit!

Fan Gene: Level-One!

Fan Kacey: And Sally Talfourd!

As Level-One an Sally step up to the sidewalk, they are rushed by all the fans. Hundreds of them. Not quite the thousands that an APW show would get, but a fair whack of people! They bolt up to them, surrounding them, asking for autographs, begging for photos.

Sally: Lester! I think our cover’s been blown!

Level-One: It was probably blown when we said we were coming, idiot!

The two almost swim their way towards the entrance. The big (not APW’s huge) banner for MONSTERBRAWL V hangs over the doors, fans streaming in to get their seats nice and early. Eventually, Sally and Lester are able to get to the front, and then go to step in.

Security: Tickets?

Level-One: Your boss is expecting me.

Sally: Us. He’s expecting us.

Security: You’re not getting in here without a ticket.

The security guard glares at Level-One. Sally’s face rises in the gap between them, a grin across her face.

Sally: Well, I’ll leave you two here then ...

Sally tries to sneak past, but is grabbed by the arm.

Security: Neither of you get in ... without a ticket.

Sally: So if we buy one, we can just get in?

Level-One: What the hell happened to DeLoren's so called ''state of the art'' security measures?

Sally slaps Level-One across the chest. The security guard grins and nods. Sally looks to Level-One with a “Well, let’s go get a ticket” kind of nod.

Level-One: I actually work hard for my money, unlike this joker. We’re going in.

The security guard and Level-One are chest-to-chest. Sally takes a step back, knowing she’s out of her weight division here. Suddenly, out of nowhere, four or five more security guards appear. Level-One, as good a brawler as the best of them, looks them all over and figures he won’t make it past more than two of them. He takes a step back with a nod and a smile at that first guard. Sally lets out a deep breath, and then heads back with him.

Sally: Come on tough guy, there’s the ticket place over there.

Level-One: Quick. I’m already sick of this place.

Sally: I bet they’re regretting you coming. *Sally gives Level-One a grin as they head to the stall* I mean, they’re really hurting right now I bet. They’ve probably never been breathed on harder than that. My gosh!

Level-One: You know, I don’t actually need you to be here.

Sally: Then why did you beg me to come?

Level-One: I begged you NOT to come!

Sally: You’re remembering wrong. Too many Happy Endings ...

Lester goes to protest, but Sally quickly skips forward to the ticket booth, digging out her wallet.

Sally: Two tickets please. The best you’ve got!

Ticket Dude: Don’t have any, sorry.

Sally: Ok, the worst you’ve got.

Ticket Dude: ... no, I mean we’re sold out.

Sally looks like she’s been hit by a bus.

Sally: Sold out? *She looks around* There’s, like, five hundred people here.

Ticket Dude: And that’s a sell out, dear. I’ve got tickets to next week’s show?

Sally: Monsterbrawl VI?

Ticket Dude: No, Nickleback.

Sally: Oh God no! *Sally looks around, then leans closer into the window, squeexing her arms closers and ... other things closer* Are you sure there’s nothing you can do? There’s nothing hiding down there ...

Sally’ runs her hand across the counter to the other edge, then runs her fingers alog the edge. She takes on a dreamy look, batting her eye-lids just enough times.

Ticket Dude: Let me have ... no tickets!

Sally: Ugh, fine!

Sally stomps her way back to Level-One who stands by the limo, resting up on the side, staring at the arena. Most of the fans have headed in, leaving them along.

Level-One: Didn’t get any?

Sally: No. I asked, they’re sold out.

Level-One: Did you even try?

Sally: I tried, I tried! I even tried to flirt with him

Level-One: Oh, so you tried to make him sick?

Sally leans next to Lester on the limo. She looks around, then up at the sky. Level-One surveys the stragglers of the crowd. He looks at Sally who’s staring up at space. He shakes his head at her.

Sally: A tunnel. What about we climb into the pipes and that underneath?

Level-One: I have a person rule to always to the opposite to what you say. I’d be better off being dropped in by plane.

Sally: Yeah, and falling through the roof.

Level-One goes to say some sort of smart retort, but stops himself short. He grins, the gives Sally a slap on the shoulder. He starts to walk off and, when she finally realises that she’s been left behind, Sally runs after him, not really knowing where they’re off too.

[Level-Two]

MAIN-EVENT = DOUBLE BOOKED!

Zach: Oh my gawd! What a blood bath brawl this bout has been thus far! Bobby Miller and Joey Stiffler are beating the ever loving shit out of each other!

Bobby: Yeah and I don't think neither man has anything left in the tank!

Bobby Miller and Joey Stiffler brawl with each-other inside the cell in-front of a large pyramid of tables. Bobby Miller using his large frame tackles Joey Siffler onto the tables on the base of the stacked table pyramid were they continue to brawl like drunken mad men to a cheering audience of the equally demented.

Meanwhile...

High above the action below Level-One and Sally Talfourd have found their way into the building VIA break in and entry of the roof and venting systems. The two find themselves teetering on the balance beams overseeing the action many feet below. Sally Talfourd's balance is effortless but Level-One on the other hand was much larger and less coordinated.

Level-One: I can't believe you didn't have the sense to talk some sense into me! What the hell is wrong with you?

Level-One whined before nearly losing his footing, collapsing chest first on the balance beam. Cursing under his breath Sally Talfourd is left to admire his fear.

Sally Talfourd: It's a shame you aren't half the athlete as me, Lester. You may be blessed with strength and a unhealthy resistance to pain but I make up for it in speed, balance and flexibility...

Sally Talfourd said before mocking Lester Only by doing a hand stand on the balance beam smiling at him upside down.

Level-One: So, you made your high school cheering squad and you somehow managed to win ''one'' world title... but you've never been able to strike fear into the hearts of men and women with pure and sheer dominance like I have for many years!

Sally rolled her eyes as she completed the handstand landing gracefully back onto her feet.

Sally Talfourd: Look are you just going to chill out here all night? Or are we going to crash this little party like we've been planning for all week?

Level-One: Fine!

He moaned. Level-One pulled himself up to his feet and reached out and grabbed Sally Talfourds arm who was making her way across a balance beam.

Sally Talfourd: Why are you touching me?

Level-One: Where the hell are you going?

Sally pointed at a large beam that led vertically down to the arena's floor.

Sally Talfourd: Um, down to the ring?

Level-One: Well... I had different plans.

That's when Sally Talfourd felt Level-One's arm wrap around her waist.

Sally Talfourd: Wow, Lester. I didn't know you feel this way about me about me...

Level-One: Shut up! We're going down. Are you ready?

Sally Talfourd: NO, Lester! Have you lost your mind!? Are you crazy!?

Level-One: No, but my therapist says, yes.

Meanwhile...

Bobby Miller and Joey Stiffler having beaten the ever loving shit out of each-other as they lay exhausted on the very top of the table created pyramid inside the cage. Both men sport crimson masks and can no longer lift as much as a single muscle.

Zach: This was amazing! I don't see what can possibly fall out of the sky to make this match any better!

...CRASH!

Level-One and Sally Talfourd crash down onto the cell roof collapsing it; before landing on Bobby Miller and Joey Stiffler sending all four bodies through several dozen tables creating one of the most iconic images in MONSTERBAWL history!

''WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT THE FUCK!?''

Bobby: You were saying Zach?

Zach: ...

The crowd has gone absolutely apeshit as nothing in the ring is moving for several seconds. After about a minute the crowd quiets down and a unsettling atmosphere fills the arena. Two minutes later paramedics come rushing out as the cell is lifted.

Zach: Bobby, I'm getting word that the two people who fell from the top of the scaffold are infiltrators from a rival promotion by the name of APW who we all saw try to break their way into our building earlier in the night!

Bobby: I wish I could say those two sons of bitches ruined a perfectly violent main-event match up but in all actuality... these APW folks don't seem too bad! FUCK YEAH!

Before the paramedics can tend to all four competitors... Felipe DeLoren walks out from behind the curtains accompanied by his girlfriends Violet and Kia LeWinter clutching his arms for dear life. Felipe DeLoren and his girlfriends are treated a thunderous applause as he takes to the microphone.

Felipe DeLoren: I am DEMANDING that paramedics do not DARE to enter that ring and let those bodies lay, where they lay!

The crowd starts a ''we want death'' chant before bodies begin to kick from the rebel... slowly but surely, Level-One emerges from the rebel! Battered and bruised but standing as he greets the hostile crowd with a sly grin before reaching down below him and pulling a barely conscious Sally Talfourd to her feet to the shock and awe of the crowd and of course, Felipe DeLoren.

Felipe DeLoren: WHAT!? HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!

Level-One retrieves a microphone and addresses Felipe DeLoren's concern as Sally Talfourd rests on her allies shoulder.

Level-One: Felipe, you've ruined far too many careers already and we're here to put a stop to it once and for all. You see me and Sally here... we want out. We want nothing to do with you, this stupid wrestling promotion OR the sindicate!

Sally has finally regained her bearings as she leans into the microphone.

Sally Talfourd: Yeah, whatever he said...

Felipe DeLoren oddly enough seems to be elated upon hearing his clients demands as both Kia and Violet grin ear to ear for their own selfish reasons.

Felipe DeLoren: Okay, if freedom is what you both want than freedom is what I will grant... one of you.

Felipe DeLoren snaps his finger as a new referee comes walking out from the curtains with a steel ladder in hand.

Felipe DeLoren: I already knew things would come to this for the stage has long been set. Above the ring will hang a contract one of you will receive should you beat both me and my girlfriends in a three on two handicap match right here, right now. And as much as I would like to sit and wait for your response, there's no need to anticipate your answer for I, already know what it is.

Kia and Violet begin to dress down their boyfriend into his ring gear. As the three begin to march down to the ring to the applause of the crowd.

Zach: A impromptu main-event has just been slated! The Sindicate will face Level-One and Sally Talfourd of the APW right here and right now!

Bobby: There is no way Level-One and Sally Talfourd make it out of this one alive!

[Level-Two]

The sindicate has entered the ring as a trio and immediately begins to square up with the already tired and beaten team of Sally Talfourd and Level-One. Once the ladder in place; the sindicate pounces!

Ladder match
LEVEL-ONE & SALLY TALFOURD VS. THE SINDICATE

Kia and Violet both lift up Sally Talfourd over their heads and viciously drops her down onto the crown of her head with a modified suplex into a DDT. Felipe DeLoren on the other hand backs away from Level-One and grants him a path to ascend up the latter and retrieve the contract.

Zach: Felipe DeLoren has just given Level-One his way out!

Bobby: He better take it and leave his little girlfriend Sally to fend for herself!

Level-One looks to Violet who desperately pleads for him to retrieve his contract and free himself from the sindicate. He turns back to Felipe DeLoren who wears a cocky grin across his face... to which Level-One responds by slapping it off of him!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Zach: Oh, that wasn't bright!

Bobby: This Level-One has quite a set on him!

Felipe DeLoren rages forward with a clothesline but Level-One ducks under neath picks up Felipe DeLoren and drops him with the darkness shine! Kia comes up behind Level-One and tries to slap him across the face but he violently grabs her hand and tosses her right over the top rope! Violet doesn't think twice before gracefully stepping out between the ropes as the two lock eyes for several seconds.

Outside the ring Kia and Violet pull Felipe DeLoren by his legs saving him from anymore potential damage; Felipe DeLoren recovers from the manuever fairly quickly, enraged by what had just occurred—expressing himself by going under the ring and tossing several objects into the ring including a steel ladder... before being carted off by his girlfriends insisting he lives to fight another day!

Zach: I don't recall anyone ever showing the Sindicate up like this! This is going to look HORRIBLE on our promotion!

Bobby: This is quite the PR disaster and the sindicate must seek revenge ten fold for this and I'm sure they will!

Level-One see's his opportunity and takes it as he begins to climb up the ladder to the contract. Rung, by rung he reaches the top and begins to tussle with the contact...

Zach: He's got it!

... suddenly, he hears the sound of footsteps climbing up the ladder as Sally Talfourd comes running up the second ladder that had been leaning against the main-vertical ladder! Sally Talfourd flys high right over the head of Level-One with an outstretched hand ripping the contract down in the process right before crashing down hard onto the ring mat for the second time on the same night!

Zach: Where the hell did she come from!?

Bobby: Sally Talfourd did it! Sally Talfourd has now freed herself from the Sindicate stealing it right from the hands of Level-One!

Zach: Well, he should have got the contract when he had the chance!

Bobby: I agree with you there! Either way, he doesn't look to happy about this as Monster Brawl comes to a close here tonight!

Zach: Not at all, Bobby.

Level-One sits at the top of the ladder staring down at Sally Talfourd with complete and utter dismay in regards to what just happened with a crushed heart all the while Sally Talfourd clutches the contract tightly to her chest. This contract securing her ticket to freedom. At the forefront of the ring ramp, Felipe DeLoren is clearly satisfied with the ultimate outcome as MONSTERBRAWL V comes a close.