Your Next TV Champion [ Open ]

[morningstar]

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The scene opens up with Alexis Morningstar standing in front of the IWF Interview backdrop, and none other than Sarah Maines standing next to him with a rather bright smile dancing upon her face. Her top was cut down low; obviously low, as though she was trying to flaunt something. It seemed to be working. Alexis was leaning on the wall, looking directly down the woman’s shirt and she did not seem to mind. Holding the microphone up to her lips, the blonde smiled and spoke.

Sarah Maines: “I am standing here with the future of IWF; Alexis Morningstar…”



Alexis just smirked at the camera, and there was new piece of hardware on his body. It was that of the old CWA TVX Title and it was sitting upon his shoulder. He flashed the crowd his brilliant whites, as he then turned his attention back to that of Sarah Maines who seemed to be eating all of this up. Leaning next to her, he looked down at the blonde.

Alexis Morningstar: “What’s up, babe?”

He chomped on his gum as he adjusted the old CWA TVX Title on his shoulder. He was obviously making a statement to the rest of the boys in the TV Division. That statement would be revealed by his own lips later on.

Sarah Maines: “There are a lot of questions swirling around the IWF right now; one of them seems to be why did Alexis Morningstar jump down to the TV division. People were saying you would go and win the World Title…and then you just backed up. Did Croc have anything to with this…”

Alexis nodded, his eyes hidden behind the Prada’s. Oh those hate-filled eyes so full of life, hidden behind the walls of his lenses. They almost seemed to burn a hole right through the shades as Croc’s name was mentioned. Alexis removed his glasses only to show his bruised eyes, and the cuts around his eyes. These had all been done at the hands of Croc.



Alexis Morningstar: “Croc showed nothing more than his own cowardice by trying to take me out of the race of the ICW Title. Cowardice, and nothing more. But then again what can you really expect from such a piece of fucking gay trash? I swear to god he ripped his character idea right out of Queer as Folk. I mean a lot of people point the finger at me….calling me a little pretty boy, but the fact is it gets the ladies love me, and this physique gets the job down. Now Croc did something he’s going to regret, I might not be going after the World Title here, but I’m going to make sure he sure as hell doesn’t get it. Croc signed his own death wish when he attacked me. He left me for dead on the ground, and I’m going to pay back that favor ten fold.

The Aussie Icon Croc might have a face a lot of people in life time. But I guarantee none of them are as determined to end his career as I am. CWA, IWF, it doesn’t matter. That shit carries over. When you try to end a man’s life, you don’t forget that shit. Now Croc hasn’t shown his face since the IWF opened, I think that’s a smart thing. As he knows that I’m up and moving, my goal is to destroy that man and anyone who tries to stand in my way of getting him. I’ll obliterate anyone who gets in my way…Croc is a marked man…The moment he steps foot in Harris Arena again, he’s a dead man…”

Alexis didn’t look so chipper anymore, as Sarah had brought up a rather touchy subject. Bruises could be seen across the man’s abdomen, and a few cuts and scraps could be seen through heavy layers of make up on his forehead. He was obviously still re-cooperating from the attack.

Sarah Maines: “So why did you step into the TV Division?”

Alexis snickered at this question, simply dragging the TVX title off of his shoulder and holding it into the air. He then brought back down and placed it into the view of the camera. Sarah looked a bit confused, but then Alexis enlightened her.



Alexis Morningstar: “Because it’s the only place that matters, just like this title belt in my possession. We go out their each week and we give our heart and souls. We don’t wait for the pay per view to shine. We have actual god given talent…We may not be the biggest names on the roster, but everyone fucking knows us…the TV Division is where the talent is. Most of the guys in the World Division are all fucking has beens. Look at all the fresh faces we’ve got in our TV Division. This is my home, and it always has been.

I was the last fucking true TVX Champion, and when I win that fucking title I’ll lay this one to rest. You can thank Rik Raines for ending my reign which would of lasted till the days the Harris Arena closed. This is my division, and there isn’t a man in it that can take it to me…”

But before Alexis could continue… [Open for Small Attack / or Interruption ]

[mikkey]

*****This is when Alexis looks over the shoulder of Sarah. The camera zooms out to see Mikkey and Max Jewel. Max with a grin on his face and Mikkey looking at Alexis sternly. Sarah turns to hold the mic to Max Jewel.*****



Max Jewel:
I just don't get it. You are standing there holding a title that, frankly, doesn't mean a thing to anyone around here. There is a reason they got rid of it. I'm pretty sure that reason is because you tainted it's honor by wearing it on that...pretty boy.... waist of yours. We aren't BWA, we sure as hell aren't the CWA. And that means your title right there might as well get melted down and made into a gold toilet seat to sit my wide ass on it!



*****Sarah looks back at Morningstar who has the title in his hand down by his side now. He looks ready to drop it and lunge at the two men.*****


Max Jewel:
I will have to agree with you though Mr. Morningstar. You see, what Croc did was...preposterous. It's just like him however, it was utterly foolish. Foolish indeed. I say that, because it did nothing but make you angry. Now you stand there and talk foul mouthed? That's a disgrace. But, now that you are good and angry, that gives my boy Mikkey and better chance to take you out. While Croc is already in your head, why not take that chance to win the TV title. I said the TV title. I said the TELEVISION TITLE!


*****Max Jewel looks back at Mikkey who smirks. He then turns back to Alexis Morningstar. Mikkey however, has not taken his eyes off of Alexis yet.*****


Max Jewel:
Perhaps you didn't hear what I said, after all, that stupid coat is pretty loud.... I'm not going to repeat myself again. What I will do for you sir is tell you what I did NOT say! I did NOT say the TVX Title. I didn't say Mikkey WILL beat you for the TVX title. Because that TVX title is nothing but junk....so are all those has beens that held it...including you...


*****Max Jewel steps aside as Mikkey gets right up to Sarah. Alexis Morningstar follows. Both men stare each other in the eyes with Sarah stuck in the middle.*****


Mikkey
You can hold that title there all you want. But, rest asurd, I'll be the one walking around with the REAL title that matters around here. The Television Title.... You and your TVX are NOTHING..to ANYONE!


*****Mikkey reaches over quickly and smacks the taste out of Alexis' mouth. Alexis stumbles back a few steps. His head whips to the side. He starts to raise his head to Mikkey as his hair slightly covers the sheer anger in his face.*****

[morningstar]

As Alexis stumbled back, he smirked and looked at Mikkey and Max before standing up and walking back over to him. But before either of the men could exchange words, Alexis had taken a hold of Mikkey’s hair and pulled him close. Mikkey looked a bit shocked, as he was expecting Alexis to knock his lights up, but instead he joisted him into the air and pinned him to the wall while hold on to a pressure point on the man’s wrist. Sarah and Max looked on.

Alexis Morningstar: “Listen here you little punk-ass, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but I danced with some of the biggest names the CWA had to offer, and I am one on the biggest names IWF has. You can walk in here and talk all the trash you want, cause the fact is that I’m not thinking about Croc anymore you son of a bitch, I’m thinking about you, and that son of a bitch Jacob Hastings…”

Before the altercation could continue, IWF security came rushing into the scene as the pryed the two apart. Mikkey still had a rather shocked look on his face as he was hauled away. Alexis, however kept on fighting as he yelled out.

Alexis Morningstar: “You’re done! You’re done you piece of shit! You and that son of a bitch Jacob-”

But before Alexis could spit out anything else, a man’s figure came flying into the camera screen and a viscous series of rights and lefts were thrown over the heads of the security…

Take it away Jacob [ If you want .//. Otherwise End ]]

[Whitey Ford]

::Its none other than Jacob Hasting throwing punches over the top of security guards. Half of the force splits up to subdue the angry, violent prone man, while the other half still struggles with Morningstar. Before security can get a hold on him, however, Hasting starts fighting back against them. The first security member to get close to Jacob finds himself thrown bodily against the nearest wall. The second and third and taken down by vicious haymaker punches from the right and left...and the last receives a spinebuster to the cement floor. Morningstar is still being held by the arms by three security guards, leaving Hasting standing by himself a dozen feet away. Jacob then looks to the ground, and has to laugh in spite of himself; the TVX title is laying on the floor, dropped during the altercation. Reaching down to pick it up of the floor, he looks down at its gold plated surface, snorting with something that could be contempt.::

Jacob Hasting: Stop saying my fucking name, Alexis. I'm tired of hearing it come from your mouth.

::In a flash, the title is used as a weapon. But not against Morningstar. The unlucky Max Jewel finds himself knocked out cold with a blow to the head from the championship gold. Jacob Hasting points down at his unconcious body.::

Jacob Hasting: And you...you look funny, and that pisses me off.

::In a final act, Hasting turns away from Morningstar and drops the title on the ground. One zip later, and Jacob is taking a piss onto the gold front of the TVX title. This obviously enrages Morningstar, who fights even harder to get free of the security guards grasp. Hasting just chuckles to himself as he hears reinforcements arrive behind him.::

Jacob Hasting: Don't fucking touch me or I'll piss all over you.

::After he's finished relieving himself all over the TVX title, he zips up, backs away, and allows security guards to subdue him. Hasting is calm, knowing that he's effectively gotten to Morningstar.::

Jacob Hasting: Listen to me, buddy. That title means absolutely nothing here. Once, I won a pee-wee league baseball trophy, but you don't seeme dragging THAT piece of trash around, do you?

::As security drags Hasting away, he laughs and has one last parting statement.::

Jacob Hasting: Go try to put on that precious title now, Alexis.

::Hasting is escorted away, leaving an unconcious Max Jewell, confused Mikkey, and irate Alexis Morningstar to be dealt with.::