*Snow and La Nieve are backstage, both leaning against a wall, talking quietly to each other. The camera, however, is close enough to pick up on their conversation.*
LA NIEVE: “You know he is honorless.”
SNOW: “I do.”
LA NIEVE: “And you know he's going to do whatever it takes to win.”
SNOW: “All true competitors do.”
LA NIEVE: “Do all true competitors cheat? Do all true competitors bring their muscle out to the ring to intimidate their opponent?”
*Snow sighs the deep sigh of someone who has already thought through all of this but is listening anyway.*
SNOW: “And what do you think we should do about it? We aren't involved. He's the champion, and if PWA sanctions the match, then our protests have already been considered.”
LA NIEVE: “We...we could be out there too. Sato's a force, but if you and I were in Ichikawa's corner he'd be far less likely to get involved.”
SNOW: “My child...”
FAMILIAR VOICE: “Amigo! Mi amigo!”
*Snow whips his head in the direction of the voice and sees his long-time friend and tag team partner Pantaro, dressed in his blue mask, black slacks, cowboy boots, a and white collared shirt open at the neck, gym bag in hand. Snow and La Nieve walk over to Pantaro. Snow and Pantaro genuinely smiling as they share a firm handshake, then Pantaro shakes the hand of La Nieve.*
PANTARO: “Amigo, you seem under-dressed! Where is your belt?”
SNOW: Ah, well. You know me and competition. I couldn't decide on just one person to get a shot, so I had to give it to most of the roster at the same time. Came this close to pulling it off, too.
PANTARO: “Ah, I know. I saw the battle royal. Bad luck, my friend, but I know you will win it back…” *Pantaro turns to La Nieve* “… unless this one beats you to it! I have been watching, La Nieve! I am impressed with your progress!”
LA NIEVE: “It's been rough, uncle. I won't deny that. But I feel like I improve every day. It won't be long before I'm running everyone ragged around here.”
SNOW: “What of you? How is iNCW treating you?”
PANTARO: “My time was well-spent in iNCW. It is not the same place it was when I first visited. The competition is better. They work harder, fight harder. I managed to claim the Prospect Title there for a time, and that turned into a match where I faced the Heavyweight Champion for his title. Alas, it was not to be. Infowarrior is a great champion and he proved that to me in our match. I feel I have gained much from my time in iNCW. In fact, I might recommend….”
*Pantaro’s voice trails off as all three overhear a commotion down the hallway of the gym. They turn their attention to see Nikki Wyld animatedly telling off Rex Camelot.*
PANTARO: “Disculpame, por favor. I better see what’s going on before things get out of hand.”
*Pantaro begins walking toward Nikki and Rex.*
LA NIEVE: “So can we do it?”
SNOW: “You won't back down, will you? Fine, let's go talk to Mr. Black.”
What Champions Do
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Re: What Champions Do
At the same time...
*A loud crash is heard backstage as a stack of plastic crates crashes to the ground. Nikki Wyld stumbles around the corner with a chair in her hand and a furious look on her face.*
NIKKI: “Misterio?! Jai... One... MJ... WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS! Where the hell are you, you stupid, masked... masked dickhead! You want to sucker-punch me? You want to drop me with your weak-ass cutter and laugh about it?! I’m gonna kick you in your stupid, jerk-ass face! I’m gonna take this chair and make you EAT it! LITERALLY! I’m going to disassemble this literal chair down to its screws and rods make and eat it with your mouth! I’m going to...”
*Nikki stops dead in her tracks. Rex Camelot is standing across the hall from her with his arms folded and a smirk on his face.*
NIKKI: “What the hell are you smirking at?”
*Camelot chuckles and takes a step toward Wyld.*
CAMELOT: “What YOUR King is looking at... is an impetuous child. A child who has finally learned a painful, but valuable lesson.”
*Nikki scowls at Camelot, but straightens up and dusts herself off, looking simultaneously irritated and self-conscious.*
NIKKI: “Yeah? Well... what lesson is that?”
CAMELOT: “You’ve learned that piss and vinegar and a rhinestone encrusted name will only get you so far in this business. Strip away all your pomp and attitude and all you have is a little girl in garish eye paint who has no idea what she is doing in that ring. Congratulations Miss Wyld. You have proven Rex Camelot’s initial royal declaration correct.”
*Nikki stares daggers at Camelot. Her body begins shaking with rage. Rex’s smile falters slightly as he eye’s Nikki’s steel chair and takes a tentative step backward.*
NIKKI: “Camelot I am going to make you EAT this friggin’ chair! LITERALLY!!”
CAMELOT: “Now hold on there you wench. Nobody threatens Rex Camelot like that!”
NIKKI: “Oh it’s no threat, it’s what’s gonna happen!”
*Nikki raises her chair and brandishes it at Camelot, who takes on a defensive posture.*
NIKKI: “That’s it! Fight me you toolbox! You and me in the ring at Vendetta! I’m gonna wipe that smug face off your... your FACE!”
CAMELOT: “You have the audacity to challenge royalty in such a manner? I’ll have you know that...”
*Just then, Mj1 rounds the corner with a swagger in his step. He looks up and sees Nikki brandishing her chair and grins.*
Mj1: “Horale! Take it easy mami! I heard all that nonsense you was talkin' 'bout about my Cutter bein' weak. If it was so weak, then why oh why did it bring you down.”
*Mj1 winks at Camelot who shoots the masked wrestler a disdainful glare.*
Mj1: “And to top it off sunshine, you got Cut down at the end of the match. Kid, what boggles my mind is how you think you is so big bad and scary that you supposed to scare ANYONE with that chair.”
*Nikki looks at her chair and blushes slightly. She then shakes her head and stares a wicked pair of daggers back at Mj1.*
Mj1: “So I guess what I’m sayin’ is, I am right here, right now, challengin' yah to a match against me, the King of Cutters.”
*Nikki raises the chair and as she went for a swing Misterio kicks it away from her*
Mj1: “I'll take that as a yes!”
*Nikki grits her teeth and squares up with Mj1.*
NIKKI: “You’re damn right it’s a ‘yes’ you one-move moron.”
*Just then Rex Camelot steps between the two and turns squarely to face Mj1.*
CAMELOT: “Hold it, sir! She challenged us first! You absolutely cannot challenge her after she challenged us, good sir!”
NIKKI: “Oh you just back off and wait your turn Camel-Toe. I owe this masked crotch-ferret a receipt!”
Mj1: “Oh my bad ese. Hey Rexy, how about we take her on both at the same time then!”
CAMELOT: “Ha! We accept your terms! Nikki Wyld, you shall face us in a match at Vendetta!”
NIKKI: “Crap. Ok... ok fine! No problem! You two jerk-offs wanna go? Then...”
*Nikki feels a tap on her shoulder and turns to see Pantaro standing next to her. Pantaro smiles at her briefly, then turns his attention to MJ1 and Camelot.*
PANTARO: “You two should be ashamed of yourselves, taking advantage of someone you wronged in the ring.”
MJ1: “Ey, step off, homes! This got nothin’ to do with you! Best keep your ol’-ass nose out my business if you know what’s good for you!”
CAMELOT: “And what right do you have? She accosted us! She challenged us and jAi to a contest!”
PANTARO: “Ci, she challenged you both and she had every reason to. But two against one only proves you can’t win in a fair match. What do you think, Nikki? Let me tag with you and we’ll have a fair fight.”
NIKKI: “You know... I totally had this under control. But um... you want a piece of this action? Then let’s do it!”
MJ1: “Fine, cabron! I tried to save you from an ass-whippin’, but have it your way! You BOTH wanna get yo’ wigs split, I’m cool!”
*MJ1 and Camelot leave.*
PANTARO: “Sorry for intruding, I know it wasn’t my business.”
*Nikki rubs the back of her arm absently and looks down.*
NIKKI: “Yeah well... confidentially, I might have bitten off a bit more than I could chew. I uh... have a tendency to do that... now and again.”
PANTARO: “De nada, de nada. But, I would offer some advice, and don’t take this wrong, but at Vendetta….. maybe you should wear a cup.”
*Camera fades*
*A loud crash is heard backstage as a stack of plastic crates crashes to the ground. Nikki Wyld stumbles around the corner with a chair in her hand and a furious look on her face.*
NIKKI: “Misterio?! Jai... One... MJ... WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS! Where the hell are you, you stupid, masked... masked dickhead! You want to sucker-punch me? You want to drop me with your weak-ass cutter and laugh about it?! I’m gonna kick you in your stupid, jerk-ass face! I’m gonna take this chair and make you EAT it! LITERALLY! I’m going to disassemble this literal chair down to its screws and rods make and eat it with your mouth! I’m going to...”
*Nikki stops dead in her tracks. Rex Camelot is standing across the hall from her with his arms folded and a smirk on his face.*
NIKKI: “What the hell are you smirking at?”
*Camelot chuckles and takes a step toward Wyld.*
CAMELOT: “What YOUR King is looking at... is an impetuous child. A child who has finally learned a painful, but valuable lesson.”
*Nikki scowls at Camelot, but straightens up and dusts herself off, looking simultaneously irritated and self-conscious.*
NIKKI: “Yeah? Well... what lesson is that?”
CAMELOT: “You’ve learned that piss and vinegar and a rhinestone encrusted name will only get you so far in this business. Strip away all your pomp and attitude and all you have is a little girl in garish eye paint who has no idea what she is doing in that ring. Congratulations Miss Wyld. You have proven Rex Camelot’s initial royal declaration correct.”
*Nikki stares daggers at Camelot. Her body begins shaking with rage. Rex’s smile falters slightly as he eye’s Nikki’s steel chair and takes a tentative step backward.*
NIKKI: “Camelot I am going to make you EAT this friggin’ chair! LITERALLY!!”
CAMELOT: “Now hold on there you wench. Nobody threatens Rex Camelot like that!”
NIKKI: “Oh it’s no threat, it’s what’s gonna happen!”
*Nikki raises her chair and brandishes it at Camelot, who takes on a defensive posture.*
NIKKI: “That’s it! Fight me you toolbox! You and me in the ring at Vendetta! I’m gonna wipe that smug face off your... your FACE!”
CAMELOT: “You have the audacity to challenge royalty in such a manner? I’ll have you know that...”
*Just then, Mj1 rounds the corner with a swagger in his step. He looks up and sees Nikki brandishing her chair and grins.*
Mj1: “Horale! Take it easy mami! I heard all that nonsense you was talkin' 'bout about my Cutter bein' weak. If it was so weak, then why oh why did it bring you down.”
*Mj1 winks at Camelot who shoots the masked wrestler a disdainful glare.*
Mj1: “And to top it off sunshine, you got Cut down at the end of the match. Kid, what boggles my mind is how you think you is so big bad and scary that you supposed to scare ANYONE with that chair.”
*Nikki looks at her chair and blushes slightly. She then shakes her head and stares a wicked pair of daggers back at Mj1.*
Mj1: “So I guess what I’m sayin’ is, I am right here, right now, challengin' yah to a match against me, the King of Cutters.”
*Nikki raises the chair and as she went for a swing Misterio kicks it away from her*
Mj1: “I'll take that as a yes!”
*Nikki grits her teeth and squares up with Mj1.*
NIKKI: “You’re damn right it’s a ‘yes’ you one-move moron.”
*Just then Rex Camelot steps between the two and turns squarely to face Mj1.*
CAMELOT: “Hold it, sir! She challenged us first! You absolutely cannot challenge her after she challenged us, good sir!”
NIKKI: “Oh you just back off and wait your turn Camel-Toe. I owe this masked crotch-ferret a receipt!”
Mj1: “Oh my bad ese. Hey Rexy, how about we take her on both at the same time then!”
CAMELOT: “Ha! We accept your terms! Nikki Wyld, you shall face us in a match at Vendetta!”
NIKKI: “Crap. Ok... ok fine! No problem! You two jerk-offs wanna go? Then...”
*Nikki feels a tap on her shoulder and turns to see Pantaro standing next to her. Pantaro smiles at her briefly, then turns his attention to MJ1 and Camelot.*
PANTARO: “You two should be ashamed of yourselves, taking advantage of someone you wronged in the ring.”
MJ1: “Ey, step off, homes! This got nothin’ to do with you! Best keep your ol’-ass nose out my business if you know what’s good for you!”
CAMELOT: “And what right do you have? She accosted us! She challenged us and jAi to a contest!”
PANTARO: “Ci, she challenged you both and she had every reason to. But two against one only proves you can’t win in a fair match. What do you think, Nikki? Let me tag with you and we’ll have a fair fight.”
NIKKI: “You know... I totally had this under control. But um... you want a piece of this action? Then let’s do it!”
MJ1: “Fine, cabron! I tried to save you from an ass-whippin’, but have it your way! You BOTH wanna get yo’ wigs split, I’m cool!”
*MJ1 and Camelot leave.*
PANTARO: “Sorry for intruding, I know it wasn’t my business.”
*Nikki rubs the back of her arm absently and looks down.*
NIKKI: “Yeah well... confidentially, I might have bitten off a bit more than I could chew. I uh... have a tendency to do that... now and again.”
PANTARO: “De nada, de nada. But, I would offer some advice, and don’t take this wrong, but at Vendetta….. maybe you should wear a cup.”
*Camera fades*
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