New Opportunities

[Justin "Fucking" Voss]

The scene opens up in the back area where the arena is still buzzing from the recent developments of the CWA closing and the IWF arriving. The newest arrival, Eric Kim, is leaning with his back against the wall as Ricky Smith stands in front of him holding his microphone out.

Ricky Smith:
"Welcome to the IWF, Mr. Kim, just like me you are one of the newest members of this federation and I'm here to get your thoughts first."

Eric Kim runs a hand along his bald head before standing up straight and retorting.

Eric Kim:
"Listen, the name is Eric Kim and I have only one purpose here in this federation. Winning. I was contacted by Mr. Xavier Kash because he knows talent when he sees it. That's why the IWF is going to be the most prestigious and profittable wrestling company around."

Ricky Smith:
"I sure hope so Mr. Kim. So what is it about the IWF that made you sign Mr. Kash's contract offer?"

Kim smirks.

Eric Kim:
"I chose the IWF for one simple reason, my friend. The Television title. I wanted competition so fierce that the second you lose your intensity, the second you take your eyes off the prize, you lose everything. That's what the TV title has to offer. We have the best young superstars in the business looking to make a name for themselves not by selling T-shirts or talking shit, but by producing results. You want to see world class wrestling, not gonna happen in WWE. You want total, non-stop action? Not in TNA. You want the total package? Try IWF, we won't disappoint."

Ricky Smith nods approvingly.

Ricky Smith:
"So, with all this competition.. what makes you think that you can win the TV title just like that?"

Smith snaps his fingers as an example.

Eric Kim:
"Good question. You know, the CWA had guys like Justin Voss and Kyle Heaven. The ICW has Alexis Morningstar. When I look into the mirror, I see the same level of desire in my eyes that I saw in each of theirs. There is nothing like sitting back and watching REAL wrestling. Watching two guys put their lives and careers on the line for the sake of the company; not for the money or the women... just for the gold. It's refreshing, it's entertaining.. and it's IWF."

Again, Smith nods and asks another question.

Ricky Smith:
"With the announcement of this company wide tournament, you could be facing any man in the federation. Is there anyone you would like to see yourself against? Anyone you would like to avoid?"

Eric Kim:
"Whoever is unlucky enough to have to step in the ring with me first is the man I want to fight. But hell, if I had the choice.. I'd fight Alexis Morningstar. The kid has a big mouth, but we know he can back it up. He helped put the TVX title on the map and I think he and I have just what it's gonna take to make the Television title... legendary."

[morningstar]

Just as the interview finished up, none other than Alexis Morningstar came walking into the screen with a smile on his face. Reaching up, he pushed his sunglasses down a bit to reveal his eyes as he looked at Eric. This was some what of a shocking gesture, as Alexis wasn’t one to show his eyes to the enemy so willingly. No, he was showing this man a bit more respect than he would any other competitor.

Alexis Morningstar: “Eric Kim….Eric Kim….In IWF? Now that’s a shocker, you know I’ve heard about you. I’ve heard you’re the best…”

Alexis nodded as he leaned into Ricky Smith and quickly slapped the man to the ground. Eric looked a bit startled, as Alexis then leaned down and helped Ricky up. There was obviously a reason he had been slapped.

Alexis Morningstar: “You step on my coat again, I’ll kill you. Anyways, Eric…You and I, You and I are going to make history…”

Alexis took off his coat and tossed it to the side. This new guy, he was smart. He saw past the tactics that Alexis employeed. He knew that most didn’t take him seriously because of his looks. No, this man saw past those looks and saw the man’s actual talent. He saw the weapon that was Alexis Morningstar. He didn’t try to deny Alexis talent, and that made him an actual opponent in Alexis’ eyes.

Alexis Morningstar: “And as far as I am concerned, you and I, we are the Television Division. Lets take a look at the rest of the men in the division. Two of which find it necessary to try to attack me every chance they get, and neither seem to be too smart as it seems. But you, no you’re different. You’re here ready for a fight…”

Alexis gazed at Eric with a smirk on his face. He knew the man was a professional athlete. The two weren't going to start a fight there, no they'd save it for the ring.

Alexis Morningstar: "I'll make sure I see you at the tournament champ..."

[Whitey Ford]

::Eric Kim has opened his mouth to reply, but stops. His eyes rest on something behind Morningstar. The man who seems to be in the frontrunning for the TV Title doesn't catch on at first, but turns around himself only to find Jacob Hasting standing behind him, arms crossed over his chest ominously. However, a hint of a smile lingers on his face, and he shakes his head.::

Jacob Hasting: Your stupid, Alexis. You talk like your smart and you call everyone else stupid...but your really stupid.

::Hasting holds up a finger.::

Jacob Hasting: Now, I can probably guess your wondering why a big badass motherfucker like me is actually smiling at you instead of beating your face in like our confrontations usually end up. Their is a reason; its because you make me laugh. First reason being...every time theirs someone new here in the IWF, you run right up to them and start making friends. That Xavier cat, for instance. You were about ready to drop down to your knees and polish his knob before I came out and started to kick your ass. And now this guy?

::Hasting nods over towards Eric Kim, not paying too much attention to the newest arrival.::

Jacob Hasting: You were undressing yourself when I came through here, and the next step was probably unzipping your pants in the hope of getting some action. And...man, I'll actually apologize to you. I don't mean to make all these observations about you being a sally, but c'mon. Your not exactly hiding the fact that you've come out of the closet.

::Jacob gives Ricky Smith a playful shove that actually sends the small framed announcer back a few steps.::

Jacob Hasting: "Step on my coat again, and I'll kill you." What kind of metrosexual bullshit is that?

::Smith laughs, but quietly. More than likely he's laughing to avoid being hit by Hasting, and Morningstars attention is firmly on the large man. Hasting shrugs his broad shoulders.::

Jacob Hasting: I dunno, man, I just think that if your going to quell the rumors that you've broken down the closet door and are looking for company, you really should put some more effort into acting straight. But whatever, thats your call.

::Hasting gets another smile on his face, but this one isn't so nice.::

Jacob Hasting: Maybe its a good call your practicing to be a woman, Alexis. Because if we meet in this tournament coming up? I'm going to make you my bitch!

[morningstar]

Alexis shakes his head, as he placed his head in his hands. He wasn't quite sure what to do or say about this Jacob Hastings anymore. But he knew he was getting sick and tired of the man. Stepping to the side of of Eric Kim, Alexis stood in front of Jacob and spoke.

Alexis Morningstar: "Is that the wet backs way of showing respect or something, cause last time I checked I don't speak mexican trash, or whatever the fuck you are, you son of a bitch. You're calling my sexuality out while you're the one who's following me around like some gay stalker and you have the nerve to bash on me. What the fuck have you done with your life that makes you so high and mighty other than take in the ass from some ese in prison?"

Ricky tried to hide back a bit of laughter as Jacob's head snapped to the man and he stared him down. Ricky took a few steps back, seemingly running away after he was far enough away from Jacob.

Alexis Morningstar: "Because you are fucking stupid. That's the jist of it. Everyone here who seems to take me lightly is stupid. Whether it's your, or Mikkey, or anyone else who thinks I'm not a threat. So you know how to throw a few punches, so you know how to make a knife out of a fucking plastic spoon and jab your bunk mate slash boyfriend in the stomach when he pissed you off. What does that get you here? Not a god damn thing. This thing you call 'ass-kissing' is called professional respect. I give out my respect to people who show me respect. Mr. Kash showed me respect, and Eric Kim showed me respect. If I was looking for a blow job, I'd come to you first. Cause you look more like you'd be be the bitch in prison...."

Alexis took a few steps backwards, and smirked as Jacob's smile seemed to have melted off of his face. Alexis adjusted the collar of his fur coat before placing his sunglasses back over is eyes. It was obvious that he was sick and tired of this man.

Alexis Morningstar: "So Homes, Ese, whatever the fuck you are. I suggest before you come mouthing off to me, you go read a book. Get some smarts, find some original insults instead of pulling them off of the lips of the twelve year olds you seem to like to watch on Disney channel, because I know how you prison folks are. Hell, I could be entirely wrong. You might not be a jail bird, you might not be a Hispanic. Hell, you might just be a regular piece of trash who thinks highly of himself. Well here's a news flash here. Right now, in this world. I am the king pin. I am the established name. When it comes to the Television Division. I am the man to beat.

Eric Kim is even smart enough to know this. If you want to even have a shred of credibility. You'll beat me..."

Alexis snickered as he pulled out a bottle of pepsi from one of his coat pockets. Unscrewing the top, he took a few swigs before tossing the bottle to the side.

Alexis Morningstar: "But you, Jacob Hastings. You won't beat me. Because you can barely keep your own emotions in check. You run around like a loose cannon, and you get pissed at the drop of a dime. All that says about you is that you're not in control of your emotions, no are you your body. Those are the keys to victory, and until you learn how to control anything, you're not worth my time. You're not worth Eric Kim's time. Hell, you're not worth the time of all these fans around here. What the hell makes you think you're so fucking good? Whatever it is. Forget it. Because you're not. I'm going to give you a rude wake up call. I'm going to paint this arena red with your blood.

I'm going to snap your bones, and crush them into dust and sprinkle that shit all over my cheerios the next morning. I eat little bitches like you for breakfast. You little pieces of shit who think you're hot shots. Well new flash Jacob, you're in my world. You're going to be forced to be play my rules whether you like it or not. I am the face of the Television division...until one of you kids prove me wrong..."

Alexis leaned forward and spat down on the floor in front of Jacob Hasting's foot. Hastings looked as though he was going to jump, when a large amount of IWF Security came running in and stood between the group of men.

Alexis Morningstar: "And it's certainly not going to be your punk ass, bitch..."