The scene opens up to the parking lot outside of the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan where Victor and Johnathan stand talking with Sebastian near the Beasts 1985 Grey Jeep Wrangler. The night is chilly, and a frost covers the ground and the scattered cars that remain after the Brawl taping here tonight.
“Well guys, not such a great debut, but it could have been worse. At least there were some good things about tonight. You guys worked really well together, and it looks like we have the solid building blocks of a great Tag Team here, but we...” Victor starts his pep talk before John interjects.
“We need to train HIM how to win.” Cable snarls.
Like a cannon, Sebastian puffs up and flies at John, who spins on him to answer the challenge head on.
“Hey buddy. Let me tell you something, OK? You jus...” Sebastian fires off before Victor stops them with a hand on each man's chest just inches away from each other, nose to nose.
“The two of you fighting each other is the fastest way NOT to have a solid Tag Team. If you both want to win, we have to work together, and I can show you how to do that. I know you don't really know each other very well, hardly at all, but the two of you have talent. You do. There were moments tonight were I thought you guys were actually going to pull of a win on your debut as a brand new Tag Team, and go on to work over the Heels on Wheels in a couple of weeks for the WGWF Tag Team Titles, but you know what? Shit happens.” Victor states plainly trying to evade a pure meltdown from happening with his clients.
“Now, John, Sebastian never claimed to be a professional wrestler. He ended up here, and he showed at least enough talent for you to take an interest in him and his crew. Apparently, there was something there you saw in him that made all this worth while. You are a smart business man, and you hired him, after all.” Victor easily calmed the flared egos and assuaged the pride of both men deftly.
After a moment of reflection, Sebastian picked up the conversation again. “Your dad was one of the best trainers in the world. He taught you everything you know, and with your experience, you could show me how to be better. I know you can teach me to win. Hell... if you could just teach me how to wrestle would be a great start. I don't have a choice in this Johnathan, and it isn't just about me. I have people that rely on me, and I can't let them down. Do you have any idea what would happen to the...”
“Do I know what it is to have people rely on me? Do I know how it feels to have people who count on me watch me fail? Do I know how it feels to be helpless to do anything while the people I love are taken away from me one by one? Yes, Sebastian. I do. I know how it feels to have my entire world crumble around my feet, torn apart by selfish men who want nothing other than to destroy everything around them. I do. And I know that feeling you have, the feeling of falling endlessly into a pit of despair. I know how it feels to have your life stripped away from you, a memory at a time, and you only barely able to cling to the semblance of sanity, let alone any rational belief in reality, all the while the people who rely on you hold their hands out, struggling to reach you so you can save them, so you can help those who needed you to lift them up from the ashes of your utter failure. I know better than you ever will, and that is just beginning of your problem.” John says without even looking up at Sebastian.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Sebastian asks defensively.
“It means just what I said.” John says face to face with the man. John's eyes gleam with a spark, an ignition of fury deep inside of himself peering out of the narrow slits of his leather mask. “Your problem is that you have no idea what it takes to make it in this business, and your playing at it like this is one of your shitty FOX shows. Well guess what, cream puff?” John puffs up and steps towards Sebastian menacingly.
“What's that, brother?” Sebastian sarcastically retorts.
“This isn't 'Lock Down' with Sebastian St. Paul here, boy. This is professional wrestling. The guys you fight here aren't hood rats and petty thugs. These mother fuckers are trained athletes, brutal men who love violence like nothing else in their life, and there isn't ever going to be an easy win around here for you, OK? When you start to understand that you being the sexiest man in the world doesn't mean a damned thing to whether or not you win or lose, and it is all about how much of yourself you are willing to lose in that ring, then maybe we can make some headway. Until then, you are a loser, and you will never be anything else.” Cable cuts into him with a heavy handed verbal tirade.
“Now you look here you sonofa....” Sebastian starts to rebut, before John cuts him off again.
“Are you ready to do what you need to do to take care of those who need you?” John asks calmly.
“I have been try...” Sebastian starts again before John cuts him off once more.
“I asked you a question, and here you stand, trying to get in my face and tell me how you are already doing everything you can to help those people who NEED YOU... except you aren't. You aren't winning. You aren't climbing any ladders of success here in the WGWF. Hell... you aren't even getting any better! All you have done since you got here was beat on a retarded giant and then steadily get your ass handed to you by some of the best names in the company and one little waif of a chick that didn't even stick around to gloat over your corpse.” John gets straight to the point about it.
“But I...” Sebastian stammers, caught just a bit off guard by the verbal assault by his new tag partner, knowing the words spit at him are all merely truth becoming reality week in and week out for him.
“But you are nothing Sebastian. You are pathetic, and until you realize you are nothing, there isn't a God Damned thing I can do for you to make you any better. So... I will ask you again. Are you ready to do whatever it takes to make sure that those people you care about are taken care of, or are you just going to sit idly by while you fail them, and they watch you do it?” John asks sharply.
Sebastian looks up at John, and takes in a deep breath as he weights his words carefully. As he parts his lips to speak, Victor cuts in.
“Sebastian. What you hope to accomplish is admirable. The fact that you care enough for each of them that you put yourself through this grueling punishment week after week is a testament to what you are willing to endure for those you love, but what if you didn't have to endure the pain for them? What if John could show you how to finally become the winner you think you are? What if you could look out of that ring, between those ropes, and see your family smiling at you while you celebrate a victory instead of worrying about how many stitches you need after each defeat? What if you could give them something to be proud of, instead of just another reason to worry about you?” Victor's words struck home.
Sebastian looks down at the ground, and takes a step back from the pair of men waiting to hear his answer. He sees their faces, one by one in his mind. Owen. Charles. Darina. All of them were dead men walking at one point or another, until Sebastian just happened into their lives. He took each and every one of them away from their anguish, and he gave them new lives, and a gift even greater than a roof over their heads and bed of their own. He gave them each hope. In him, they saw that no matter where they had come from, it was where they chose to go now that defined them, and through his sacrifices, he had hoped they would see what he was willing to endure for them. He knew they knew. He didn't have to prove anything to any of them, or any of the fans, or to these two guys.
Deep down, Sebastian wanted to prove to himself that he still had hope.
He wasn't sure that he did.
They were waiting. They were staring at him in the dark of the night, and they were wondering whether or not he was going to prove to the world he wasn’t a loser and a joke, or if he was going to walk away, and prove what everyone already thought was right.
I am not a joke. I am not a loser. I am not defeated.
“As long as my legs will carry me, I will fight. As long as I can stand up tall and straight, there will never be another who can knock me down. As long as I my heart beats in my chest, I will not fail. I will learn... and I will rise above my shortcomings. I will have hope.” he states calmly as the scene fades to black.
The scene fades back in to the interview already underway with Sebastian St Paul, Victor Bradshaw, and Johnathan Cable. Cable turns towards the camera from beside Victor, and begins as his cold eyes gleam behind the silver mask with blue flames licking up the cheeks.
“The time for games is over. It was fun to poke at Bill and Ted, and make them out to be washed-up singers with no direction and less motivation than a grasshopper preparing for winter, but the fact is that there have been injustices suffered by my very soul. There have been wrongs committed against me. There have been men who tore through my life like wildfire, and burned to ash everything I held dear. These two... the Dancing Dudes... have never seen anything like me before.”
“My parents were taken from me as I watched that sick fuck cut open my dad before I gutted him in my kitchen for his troubles. A fiance and a wife, both lost to me, one taken by a man who wanted nothing more than to see how far he could push me, and the other a casualty in life. My foster father was burned to death inside of the gym that was the only home I had known in a very long time. My face was burned beyond repair in an Iron Circle match against Straight Hate for the EWCL Hardcore Title... my second one. I fought my wife's brother and EWCL Tag Team Championship partner, twice, and put him down both times over the EWCL TV Title. I have fought wars that ended up in so much blood shed your eyes would swim in it half way up the Eiffel tower.”
“And now... now I am supposed to be in some sort of a dance off against two retards with pigmentation confusion and a lack of age identity? Seriously?”
“I have taken more dangerous shits than these two beat dropping logs, and this week, on Brawl, I am going to flush them down the drain once and for all.”
“Everyone here in the WGWF sees the New Breed as a joke... largely due to my choice in partners. You think he's less dangerous than a herd of snails on a rampage, but you're wrong. You mistake a lack of skill for a lack of threat, and in this, you seal your own fate. You have seen him fail week in and week out, and you think that is all he can do, and yet, he has continued to fight, every week regardless of the outcomes of the weeks before, and for it, I admire him, but he has a long road ahead of him. With me in his corner, and Victor behind us both, I assure you, the loss to the Insanimaniacs last week was nothing more than a fluke, and it will be the last one.”
“The New Breed is no one's joke. The New Breed has held long a legacy of greatness, and here, in the WGWF, it will be no different than it has in countless other companies fighting even more of the faceless professionals who think they can play this game with me. You are but toys before the Beast, and the feast is about to begin!”
“No matter where I go there is not a challenge I have yet to face. There is not a single competitor that has signed the dotted line that I have shirked. There is not one night that passes when I could be inside those ropes that I am found elsewhere, and this week will be no different. That ring is my home. It is the only place I can be who I am without repercussion. It is the only safe haven I have for myself now, and it is the only place I feel free. Win, lose, or draw, I, like my partner here, am a fighter. It was what I was meant to be. I take pride in the fact that there has never been a fight I have backed down from, and there never will be.”
“Bring the best the WGWF has to offer. Bring them all. I will take them out one at a time, and I will show you what skill and desire can really do. We may have missed our chance at Heels on Wheels for the WGWF Tag Team Titles now, but soon enough, we will find ourselves back in the ring for another shot, and when we do, whoever is wearing them at the time, will find themselves on my banquet table. As soon as we are done finishing off the dancing twits, the Beast will be coming for more, so prepare for it.”
“The New Breed is the future of the WGWF. Mark my words. It begins on Monday.”
"You heard them you lazy sweat hogs. The New Breed has come to the WGWF to wreak havoc and begin a new Era. Nothing will stand before the combined might of my boys here, and anyone who thinks otherwise be warned. The Stunning One and the Beast are here to make the WGWF their own, and there is nothing you can do to stop it."
The scene opens up in the back hallways of the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan. The ring is being torn down and loaded onto the trailers for transport one piece at a time, and the lights are being packed away as technicians make their way through the maze of equipment boxes that litter the halls. The sound techs are rolling massive stacked boxes of speakers and wiring back and forth trying to figure out which truck each piece goes into. The camera pans down a hallway and comes to a dressing room door with he words 'New Breed' across it. The door opens slowly, and the camera makes it's way inside where we see Darina, and Owen talking to Sebastian St. Paul after the New Breed's loss to the Insanimaniacs.
“...that bad. I mean, yeah you lost but honestly, aren't you kinda getting used to that by now?” Darina chides St. Paul as she laughs at him all in good natured fun.
“Yeah Boss, I mean seriously? You should really consider just packing this whole thing up and going back to FOX. I know you don't...” Owen is cut off by ST. Paul suddenly.
“No.” Sebastian said flatly. “I know that you know I don't want to quit. I also know that you know damned well how I feel about what those pricks at FOX did to my contract and to all of us. We put our lives on the line every day for that damned show, and all they did was line my pockets with cash and loathe me every moment they had to deal with me. I was making fine money before the show just running the bail-bonds business, and having you guys with me was all I really needed. Then, we got hooked into all the bullshit that came with it, and now, here we are.” He calms himself down to rational levels of hysterics before Darina chimes back in.
“We don't have to be here, Boss. We could just lea...” Darina manages to stammer before Sebastian cuts her off, guessing where this line of questions was headed before she even started.
“Leave? Quit? Never return to the WGWF?” Sebastian pauses while his questions sink in, and then continues on before either of them can pick up where he left off. “That is a GREAT plan. Let me tell you two just how well that will work out for us here, and then you tell me why we haven't done it already? OK?” He looks around the room, his words sharp and cruel.
“IF, by chance, we just decided to leave and not return to the WGWF, We would be in breach of contract, even though I did not technically sign said contract, a controlling entity of my career at the time did in fact sign it, and it has my name on it. I am legally bound by it, the lawyers over at FOX made sure of it when they put it in my face, and the contract is good for a year. If I leave within that year, the WGWF will sue me for loss of product, and I don't know about you, but I checked into their lawyer core here. 'Tight' is a word I would use to describe 'how they roll', and without the money FOX was paying us, this is our only shot to make it kids. There are more important things to me right now than winning or losing, and I have to make sure that we are taken care of.”
“I know you want to make sure that we are taken care of. I know you worry about how we are going to survive. I know that you think that you have to take care of us like we are your kids or something, but Boss, we are all grown now. We can fend for ourselves, and it doesn't always have to be you that takes one for this team. I know it wasn't always like that, but it is now.” Darina says softly, resting her hand on his shoulder.
Just then, the door opens, and Charles enters, stopping short, wondering if he had interrupted something. “Um... what's going on here guys? Is everything OK?” He asks curiously, worry already seeping into his brain about Sebastian's loss tonight, and if he is going to need more medical attention this time around.
The last time, last week, after the barbed wire ropes match with Raziel, Charles just wanted to knock him out and drag him home. He wanted to tie him down to a chair and leave him there until he promised not to come back. He knew it would never work. One of the reasons Charles had come to respect Sebastian as much as he had was the sheer will in the man to keep moving forward. He had seen Sebastian overcome some pretty serious odds, and he had witnessed him beat back some of the demons that had haunted him over the years. THOSE... those were struggles. These matches were just fun for him, and win or lose, Charles knew that Sebastian would never give up trying to be the success he dreamed of. He knew he would die first.
“She was just trying to tell him that we aren't his kids. He can't always do everything for us, and he won't always be around to make sure that we are OK... but...” Owen blurts out before Sebastian gets up and storms out of the door, obviously way past over this conversation.
Owen and Darina look at each other, and then to Charles who averts his eyes from them both and makes for the door before the scene fades into the hallway.
There, in the hallway, is Victor Bradshaw and Johnathan Cable. Victor steps towards Sebastian and beckons him to come with them as the door opens and the crew tumbles to a halt in the doorway as the scene fades to black and the words:
TO BE CONTINUED...
...flash across the screen.
The scene opens to see Johnathan “the Beast” Cable and Sebastian “Simply Stunning” St. Paul accompanied by Victor Bradshaw standing before a deep blue curtain. Sebastian is in his royal blue Simply Stunning rhinestone robe, Victor is in a nice black suit, and Johnathan is in his blue and black wrestling gear and a silver and blue flames mask. From somewhere behind the camera, we hear a man say, “When you're ready, we are rolling.”
Victor smooths the lapel of his suit coat, and checks over John and Sebastian quickly to make sure that everything is in place, and then turns back to the camera. “We were born ready.”
“Ladies and Losers, fans of the WGWF, I come before you today to bring a message of warning. I warn you all, that come Monday night on Brawl, there will be no more dancing in the WGWF. Ever. Now I know that some of you morons out there might like to dance, and while shaking your money maker may be your only source of income, after Monday, you will need to start filling out your unemployment packages, and finding a nice pimp to help you ply your trade. You see, after Monday Night, there will never be time for dancing in the WGWF again. There will be no more Dancing Dudes to bring the beat to swing your excessive 'meat' to. There will be no more Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventures, and no, they won't beat Death in a board game. This will be no trip to the beach, and it won't be a party just waiting to happen. There will be no DJ dropping tunes, and there will be no more questions about why my guys are here. Come Monday night, the New Breed will finally begin the wave of mayhem and destruction that they promised, and no one will be safe, especially those twirling fools, the Dancing Dudes.”
“That's right Victor.” Starts Sebastian. “Things are going to be different for me from now on. With Victor in my corner, and John training me to be the best, there will be no end to what I can accomplish here in the WGWF. The New Breed has a rich history of being Champions, and being a part of a faction as great as this one is not only an honor, but I know it will be the key to my success here for ages to come.”
“I know that they guys in the locker room are all sitting around laughing their asses off right now. I can't really blame them. I know I have had already shown the world that all my boasting has gotten me nothing and no where. I have had one of the biggest pushes in the history of Rookies in the WGWF, and I have wasted it. I blew it. It's true. The front office gave me every opportunity to be a shining star here, and I took it all, balled it up, and used it as toilet paper. I had shot, after shot, after shot, and the only thing I have to show for all those chances to grab WGWF gold for myself is a few bruises and a lot of enemies. You all have seen me fall victim to some of the best in the business in short order, but all of that is about to change.”
“Honestly though, looking back at the last few weeks, I wouldn't say I have accomplished nothing. Yes I have had a pretty serious string of losses, but every week, I picked myself back up and came down to that ring to prove something. While you may look at it as a waste of my time, maybe even an embarrassment, the fact is, that I have taken those beatings in stride, and I have regrouped and returned... week in and week out. I have not backed down from one person, for any WGWF Title, or any challenge placed before me. I do not see them as failures. I see my determination to continue on inspiring, and so do the people that care about me. They know, and soon all of you will too, that there isn’t anything that can stop me from rising to the top, smashing the opposition, and becoming a Champion here, and that is exactly what I intend to do.”
“I know I had my chances, a bunch of them, and I know now that I have to work back up from the bottom, but I will, and soon enough, the Stunning One will have his name up I lights for another shot one of these damned Titles, and that will be the beginning of a new age here.”
“This Monday, when the New Breed faces off against the Dancing Dudes, there won't be enough cool new moves to save their asses from the beating that will come to find them at our hands. Its already a lock for us to walk away with the win, and when it is our hands raised in victory and Bill and Ted are staring at the pretty lights up above wondering if the phone booth has arrived yet, Rufus will be standing by shaking his head in shame. This isn't a history test, so the world will just have to find another couple of idiots to bounce to the beat for them. Bill and Ted will be lucky if they can get out of bed when we are through with them. Take it Vic.”
“You heard the 'Stunning One'! When my guys here, the New Breed, are done with the Dancing Dudes, they are going to need Bach and Beethoven to write their funeral procession, and Shakespeare and Ben Franklin to be the guest keynote speaker of their eulogy. I mean seriously people, it doesn't take a seance with Elbert Einstein, Confucius, and So'Crates to tell them this was a bad idea to begin with. Hell, Napoleon wouldn't even have tried with Joan of Arc in his tiny little pocket and Billy 'the Kid' riding side saddle on his hip.”
“Actually, I bet they already know that, and are holed up somewhere with Thomas Alva Edison and George Washington Carver trying to finish their newest inventions... the Dance-Bot of the Future Version 2.1. I mean, why bring their sorry asses to the ring to just lose, when a couple of crappy cardboard robots would do the job at least as well as they will? Am I right? Matter of fact, I think I will pull a page from Abe Lincoln... because I cannot tell a lie. Come Monday night, the Captain’s log will read:
'Star-date... too damned late. We admit it, we suck. We are not as cool or bad-assed as Kirk, not even close! The truth be told, we just can't hang. Those New Breed guys came and beat us up like some Mongolian thugs. I thought for sure that Genghis Khan had come and stomped us silly. I know that dude Freud would have a field day with this, but I want my mommy!'
Sebastian steps up then, and interjects, “You know, Vic, if they are good little assholes, and eat all their veggies and say all their prayers and eat all their vitamins between now and then, I bet Chris Page would get Primus to play at their wake. He seems like a pretty nice guy after all he did for Bill Blakk, and I bet the fans would like it too. I hear that the dumb asses that watch this show like to pay good money to see sorry bastards try to act anyway, and they even cheer for them to boot... you know?”
Victor laughs to himself and points his finger into the air, having a eureka moment of his own. “That is a very good point Sebastian. You hear that out there all you lazy peons? Petition WGWF.com now so that Page has plenty of time to book Primus at the Dancing Dude's wake. In the mean time though, I want you to pay very close attention. I know how easily distracted the bunch of you lonely losers out there are, and no... you sit down tubby. Right now is NOT the perfect time to make a desperate roll towards the refrigerator. I'm saving you the embarrassment of having to call the ambulance when you get stuck in that doorway, son. Just stay where you have been for the last two weeks, glued to that sweat drenched couch, and listen up, as the Beast fills you in on the plans for the WGWF under the new era of the New Breed!”
Some more pages flip by as the scene fades back in to a much larger town somewhere in North Korea. The town zooms by below, and finally we see Sebastian and Owen sneaking around the outside of what looks like a warehouse in the dark. Several guards are posted around the area, and even more patrol the grounds at intervals. The men make their way through the compound slowly, avoiding the guards when they can, and eliminating them when they can't. Suddenly, as they round a corner, they find themselves face to face with three of the Korean guards. The three soldiers draw down on them, and they raise their hands into the air. Moments later, as the guards shout at them in Korean, one of the guards take a small black bag from Sebastian and open it up. Inside are rolls of film and a camera, and one of the guards start asking about the film. Owen and Sebastian start to explain about being reporters from the United States when one of the guards smashes Sebastian's face with the butt of his rifle, sending him crashing hard to the ground.
“나 한테 거짓말하지 마십시오. 당신은 미국의 병사입니다! 나에게 진실을 말해!” the guard shouts at them.
Just then, before the situation can escalate any more, Darina shouts from above them on a low rooftop, “이봐, 너! 지금 그들을 내버려둬!” and pulls the pin on a grenade as she tosses at it at the group of soldiers below.
Owen grabs the black bag back from the soldier as he and Sebastian dive out of the way as the three soldiers scramble to get away from the explosive and the scene fades back to Owen's Journal as the bright flash from the explosion lights the night with a bright white bang.
“Darina saved our asses last night. I have never seen a kid so brave in all my life. I don't even know what we would have done without her. Looking back, I'm glad that Sebastian saved her. We are taking her home with us. The bosses might not like it very much, but with the intel we got them, they won't have a whole lot of shit to say about it.”
More pages flip over as the scene fades in to a speeding jeep careening through narrow alleyways in a small city in Korea. The Jeep is being pursued by a military truck filled with SOR, several of them taking pot shots at the speeding Jeep. Owen is perched in the back, using the rear seat as cover to return fire at the military truck, and as he picks a couple of them off, Sebastian drives the Jeep right through a chain link fence and onto an airstrip. The military truck follows right behind, tearing a huge section of the fence down with its passing, and as the fence gets shoved underneath the truck it takes several of the tires out, sending the truck spilling onto it's side, tossing Korean Special Forces across the tarmac.
Sebastian makes a B-Line for a hangar not far from the fence, and pulls up in front. Owen and he grab bags out of the Jeep and start to make for the hangar door when a SOR Officer steps from around the corner of the building and levels his assault rifle at them.
“거기 서! 내려 놔! 무릎 꿇어!” he yells at them as they raise their hands over their heads. Moments pass as they start to sink to their knees, when suddenly, the Officers eyes go wide in shock, and he reaches towards his back as he drops the rifle to the black top. As he falls, Owen and Sebastian see the knife protruding from his spine, driven hilt deep in his insides.
Behind him, that same awestruck curiosity playing at Darina's eyes as before, as she calmly watches her victim topple to the ground lifeless. Sebastian runs past her scooping her up and Owen follows them into the hangar, where moments later, the roll doors open up and a large balloon starts to fill itself as Owen and Sebastian let fly a beacon that rises into the air. Moments later, Owen and Sebastian drag a basket out of the hangar, and put Darina inside before climbing in behind her and clipping the tethers from the beacon to the roll cage bars of the basket as it starts to slowly rise into the air with it's passengers safely inside. The scene fades back to Owen's Journal as a large airplane flies low over the airstrip and the basket launches into the air behind it as the plane climbs back into the sky high above.
“We nearly bought it. We were trying to get to the runway to grab our ride home. The SOR had caught our trail and were on us for like two days straight... I think. I don't really remember how long we were running, but we were going for a long time. Sebastian and I were worried about Darina, but she kept up just fine. Saved our asses again. I have never seen anyone like her in all my life. To think she is so young... and to have lived just the last few days... I don't know. I saw that look in her eye... when she stabbed that Korean. It was...”
The scene fades back in to the cargo hold in the back of the airplane that would take Sebastian, Owen, and their new addition to the team back to the States, where it was relatively safe and warm, and no one was trying to actively kill them on sight. The door to the front of the plane opens, and a large man in a combat style jumpsuit steps into the hold as the bay door closes the last few inches and Sebastian and Owen are unloading their gear from the steel basket that helped them escape sure death at the hand of the Koreans.
“Well boys... did you get the information that we needed?” he asks them in a very serious tone.
“Yes sir, we did.” Sebastian says as he tosses the small black bag to the man. “You'll find everything you need on those rolls of film there.”
Just then, Owen pulls Darina from the basket and sets her on her feet in the hold.
“What the hell is THAT?” asks the man surprised to find a child in tow with his mercenaries aboard his plane leaving Korean Airspace.
“That.. is Darina, and she is coming with us.” Sebastian states plainly as the man looks on in shock and the scene fades to black.
The scene fades back in to the New Breed just after the Beast went on a rampage. John was not happy about playing at anything, and Victor Bradshaw has stepped in to try to regain some calm vibes.
“OK...” Vic starts while trying to suppress the urge to laugh out loud. “Look. OK. We can do a normal promo John. Matter of fact, the camera is still rolling, while don't you start?”
“Yeah, Cable... you seem like you have a lot to get off of your chest, so why don't you go right on ahead and just dig right in, huh?” Sebastian chimes in motioning to the camera filming their little joke.
“You want me to start? Fine. This will be simple.” John says as he turns to the camera, his eyes filled with rage, his voice deep and gravelly. “You talk a lot of shit, RJ Palmer, for being a bitch-fisted ass hole who ran away the last time we were in an arena together. Hell it wasn't even just you either... it was you AND your boy toy there, Raziel, and it was just me standing in the ring waiting on your punk asses to climb back in through those ropes and take me out. All it said to me, when you both turned tail and ran away, and what it said loud and clear to the rest of the lowlife fucks watching at home, was that the both of you knew if you climbed back into that ring in the United Center in Chicago, Illinois... in front of the millions... and MILLIONS... of fans watching Battle Lines around the globe... that it would be the last time you ever stepped foot inside the squared circle again.” John begins, his breathing coming in fits and his whole body shaking from the rage building up inside of him,
“You want to talk shit about how I am nothing compared to you because I never held a World Title? Here is a fact for you princess: I have never decided to fight for one. Where is yours at RJ? Yeah... that one you won back in the XWF... you know, where there wasn't any real challenge or talent to keep you from it? I think Lunatic said it best here just this week when dealing with 'A' Tristan Slater:”
'Being a ‘King of the XWF’ is equivalent to being head window licker when compared to the WGWF.'
”So... your World Title reign was really more like a necktie from 4 year old at Christmas, you knew you were going to get it, so why stand around crowing about how you USED to have the same Title that Barney Green can claim to have won too? Are you starting to explore your desire for trannies or something? Then as if that wasn't enough, you go on to talk smack about the XWF European Championship, and how I claim it should have been mine in the first place? Fuck you RJ. It WAS mine, and Karl Cross was only three seconds away from knowing what it felt like to fall before the Beast, but that bag of dicks Randall Cross decided to toss himself into the mix and make his Madness Card an instant hit on Prime Time TV.” He continues on.
“In fact, I am SO relevant Palmer, that GM's have to screw me over just to gain ratings for their flagging federations shortcomings, or suffer cancellation by the networks. The XWF wasn't the fist time I have been fucked over by some egomaniac GM who wanted to toss a big fish under the bus. You see, the shock of me losing that Title to Karl Cross was so great that it changed the landscape of the entire XWF for months after I left that shit hole. To this fucking day my name is whispered over there like I am some 'He who shall not be named' for fear that I might show up somewhere and obliterate some poor schmuck who only wanted to have a nice quiet career in the tiny little fishbowl that is the XWF. I came here, to the WGWF, because my need to break people was overwhelming, and to be honest, why not? The WGWF gives me an easy opportunity to pick off the little fishes who swim upstream into the big pond... so here I sit and wait for them, like a bear in the middle of a river as they jump through the air and I rip them to shreds for my breakfast. You, RJ Palmer, aren't even a third lunch to me, so watch your prick mouth before I break it.” He huffs into the camera, adrenaline coursing through his entire body as he trembles visibly.
“Don't get discouraged though, RJ. Your little bitch Raziel isn't any better in my eyes, either. He is just pissing away his momentum towards that third World Title reign, and come Monday, I will personally make sure to dash all his dreams of ever getting into the Worlds Belt scene again when I smash his ass like Kyle Shane with a Gravaton Hammer on legendary mode. Hell RJ, you should be thanking him, but I guess with you guys... what happens behind closed doors, and all, right? That tall glass of prick juice saved your ass that night he scored that bloody win over SSP. Monday will not be history repeating itself. Sebastian may have been just 'Simply Stunning' when you both got wins over him, but he is a New Breed now, and the New Era has begun!” John screams finally, his rage simmering now.
Sebastian puts his hand on John's shoulder, and the Beast spins on him.
“Well damn, John. Why don't you save some of that for Monday, huh?” Sebastian says as he turns to face the camera finally.
“What my partner is getting at here, is really pretty simple. Yes... RJ Palmer and Raziel both have scored wins over me here in the WGWF. Yes, my record is worse than most of the WGWF roster. Yes, the bunch of you see me as a joke. All of these things I am well aware of. The truth is, though, the joke is on you, Heels on Wheels.” Sebastian croons.
“You see... come Monday night, you are going to drag the Tag Team Titles that you 'saved' from mediocrity down to that ring, and then you are going to show the world how you don't deserve them when the New Breed beats your ass to your limits, and then breaks you down like a dub step remix. There is nothing you can do to stop it from happening, and you know it. All the shit falling from your droopy stupid lips is just that... shit. The real talk hasn't even happened yet. The real talk will come on Brawl, when the New Breed climbs into that ring with the WGWF Tag Team Champions, and walks out with the whole wide world finally knowing that it should be US wearing those Straps, and not YOU. Fuck the EGOmaniacs. Fuck the Inanimaniacs. Fuck Dantoko. Fuck the Talent. Not one of those teams has half the skill of a retarded kindergartner with a silk ribbon and a hula-hoop on a gym mat, and while I have faith that each and every one of those teams could easily strip you of your precious Tag Titles, it will be the New Breed who proves first that you don't deserve to call yourselves WGWF Superstars, let alone the WGWF Tag Team Champions. Now THAT is REAL TALK you shit smeared choads.” says Sebastian as Victor makes his way in front of the camera.
“My boys here, the New Breed, are ready Heels on Wheels. They were born ready, and while you may have squeaked by to claim victory over the Stunning One before, it wasn't like you walked away never to think about those nights again. RJ, you didn't leave that ring unscathed. You may have won that night, but Sebastian put you through the ringer for it. Raziel, you may have come out of that barbed wire ropes match victorious too, but you spilled your own blood all over that mat too. St. Paul brought both of you to your limits before, and while those moments were decided in your favor, time does not stand still. The future rushes to meet us, and this time... the New Breed has your number punks, and when we roll into Brawl, you two dipshits are going to find yourselves rolling on four flats and your two busted asses.”
“You heard the man with the plan you couple of blowhard bitches. The Stunning One and the Beast are coming for you, and Monday night on Brawl, we intend to alleviate all of the questions. Everyone knows that you see us a joke, and you are aren't afraid of the outcome. We all see it in your every word and deed. You think that you are just going to come out there, and hand us another defeat on the world stage that is the WGWF... and you have never made a larger mistake in your lives. The jokes are over, and the time to show you what the New Breed is really capable of has come. Our New Era will be a long one, and while you guys are busy worrying about what awards you aren't going to win on the End of the Year WGWF Podcast, the New Breed is going to come and tear the foundations out from under the Heels on Wheels. Those Titles belong to us boys, and we are going to prove it to you.” Sebastian says as he turns it over to Cable.
“I am not a man who laughs about what I do. What I do is break people down, and show them what nightmares are really all about. You may not fear me yet, but rest assured, this is the last night of good sleep you will ever have. After Monday, you will never close your eyes again when it won't be my face staring back at you from the dark. I will show you how foolish it is to underestimate a Beast, and I will show the world that you have never been on my level. The truth will be revealed, and in the end, you will find the fear for us that we deserve. Your names will go up on the wall next to Bill and Ted, and it will be you having a Bogus Journey this week.”