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[brock]

Brock-" Barabbas? Hold on."

The scene opens in an opulent mansion in Jamestown NY. Brock sits comfortably on a leather couch, facing a large fireplace. The flames within crackle and glow warmly, as Brock continues.Brock scoops a small bible up off the coffee table as he sets the next match card down.

Brock-" Wasn't he the guy they freed instead of Jesus? Yeah. What a strange name. Do we know anything about him?"

A young brunette walks into frame, a bright pink streak cuts boldly through her short dark hair as she plops her laptop on the table.

Brock-" Barabbas? Hold on."

The scene opens in an opulent mansion in Jamestown NY. Brock sits comfortably on a leather couch, facing a large fireplace. The flames within crackle and glow warmly, as Brock continues.Brock scoops a small bible up off the coffee table as he sets the next match card down.

Brock-" Wasn't he the guy they freed instead of Jesus? Yeah. What a strange name. Do we know anything about him?"

A young brunette walks into frame, a bright pink streak cuts boldly through her short dark hair as she plops her laptop on the table.

Laney-" Not a whole lot. I just read his bio, and it says he was a former inmate, and is more of a brawler. He also studied some Sambo."

Brock- " Sambo,.. Isn't that that dance the Hispanics do?"

Laney-" No. Thats Mambo"

Brock-" Ah. Well was it the name of that little lion in that Disney movie?"

Laney-" The Lion King? NO. That was Simba."

Brock-" Chip Dip? "

Laney-" Salsa. "

Brock- "I don't know, all I can hear in my head is 'Sambo number five' but I have a feeling thats wrong too."

Laney- "Its 'Mambo Number 5' By Lou Bega. You think with all those years in Kung Fu you would know."

Brock- " Its a Martial Art? Sambo.....AH! Russian! Got it. You know its a good thing you know all this pop trivia or Id have been going on and on about that for hours."

Laney-" Yeah I know. So who are we facing?"

Brock scooped the card off the coffee table and hands it up to the attractive young goth girl.

Brock-"'The Connection.' Its AJ and MJW. I know Anthony Jordan. I don't know much about Mike Windsor. If AJ is any indicator, then I might as well phone it in, I mean this guy just isn't even worth my time. Did you see him on TV earlier? It was like he decided he was just going to do the same thing he did last week. Making fun of my name wasn't even creative last week. A week later, and it seems hes got nothing better. I don't know how this doofus even has a job still. Yeah, AJ. The world is out to get you. Everyone is conspiring against you. What a frickin Prima Donna."

Laney-" Plus,.. Hes not really much to look at...I mean I know they say bald is beautiful, but I could do my make up off the back of his shiny head. Thats just not cool. Functional, but not cool."

Brock-" Well I hope the guy is looking for a beating because not only are we gonna win the tag belts, but we've got that ladder match, which, by the way, I'm really looking forward to,.. 3 different hardcore belts in 3 different feds, over a dozen ladder matches. Yeah. This will be a cake walk. Not to mention if they lose, we face em all again for the titles in a four way not too long after,...so AJ and I will get to know each other real good."

She shook her head as she once again tossed the card on the table

Laney- " I hope Mike Windsor isn't bald too,.. they'd look completely ridiculous."

Brock smirked as the camera fades to black

[Anthony Jordan]

*After Brock's vignette, we see "The Role Model" looking into a mirror and running his hands through his hair.*

Jordan: "Why do all the newbies think I am bald? I knew I beat B-Rock badly last week, but I did not think I screwed up his vision."

*Whitey Ford is hobbling around in the background as he seems to be getting used to a knee brace on his left knee.*

Ford: "Normally, I think you are retarded when you say stuff like that, but I think you're on to something. Laney looks like a damn, walking, VD dumpster."

*Jordan chuckles at that remark.*

Jordan: "Yeah, I totally felt like I got the herpes when I looked at her."

*Jordan rubs his arm and laughs as Whitey groans.*

Ford: "You are so lame."

*Jordan rolls his eyes and smooths his short-cut hair.*

Jordan: "I cannot wait to beat B-Rock at the pay-per-view and be done with him. I hear new guys are dumb, but this guy takes the cake. Has he not heard that Mister International is taking my place to team with Windsor? A lot of good training for me will do him. Mister International uses a style completely different than mine."

Ford: "Not to mention that Brock looks like he came up on his look while on a bad acid trip. Even I learned to keep all grooming instruments away when I take a hit."

Jordan: "The acidic properties of lemon juice seem quite harmful."

*The stupidity and naivety of that statement cause Ford to grab his head in pain.*

Ford: "That was too much retardism to handle at once."

Jordan: "Oh well, I will chop down that sapling when the time comes, though I do need to make time to inform Mister International of B-Rock's style when we meet next."

Ford: "Dude, give it a rest. It's just me. I know you're Mr. International."

*Jordan wags his finger at Whitey and laughs.*

Jordan: "Me...ha ha...Mister International? That is some imagination you got, Bucky."

Ford: "It's just you wearing a mask! It's not even creative. Even kids know it's you."

Jordan: "It is flattering, but I must refute that rumor. However, I am honored to be compared to such a man as Mister International."

Ford: "Whatever."

*Whitey hobbles out of the camera view as Jordan looks into the mirror.*

Jordan: "We do bear an uncanny resemblance, though."

[brock]

Brock turns off his TV, after watching AJ and ford spout the typical wrestling drivel. NO creativity, no style. Just the same old thing.

Brock-" Honestly. Do you ever do anything more than make jokes about someones name, or make fun of how they look. Just because you aren't into girls, as the ringmaster recently proved, doesn't mean that you have the authority on what a girl is. OK maybe balding and bald aren't the same thing to you but your losing your hair nonetheless,..and if you were paying attention, you'd have noticed it wasn't me that said you were bald. Nevertheless, I seem to have caught your attention."

Brock leans back in his comfortable recliner. The smirk on his face changes to a look of disdain. He shakes his head lightly as he continues.

Brock-" Seriously, you bore me. Every time your on TV its the same thing. you make up some high school bullshit about someone and then rant about how much better you are. I'm not saying your the only one that has ever done that in the history of wrestling, but your by far the most boring person in the IWF. Not only that, but you lack personality, direction, and TALENT. If your gonna comment on how badly you beat me, then maybe replying to the fact that I ALREADY SAID THAT would have been smarter, bus as usual, its the same old formula. Make fun of my name, make fun of the way we look. Heres your opportunity. Do something new. Prove to me that you can be original, instead of sitting around and chatting it up with Ford, or standing around pretending to be a masked wrestler. Even HE was boring. "

Brock-" 24 hours Jordan. I'm giving you 24 hours to do something creative. Prove to me and the world that theres a point to me even bothering to wrestle you. Prove to the world that your worth anyones time. That, or banter on as usual. It worked so well this far."

Brock shakes his head and swats at the camera, cutting to snow. as the camera fades, the final words echo.

Brock-" 24 hours. Welcome to the edge."

[Anthony Jordan]

*"The Role Model" is walking down the hall after Brock's latest and seems unaware that anything was even said. For all we know, he may be going to chat with Mr. International. He stops, however, when he hears a familiar voice.*

Sonnier: "Anthony, Anthony, I need a word with you!"

*Jordan shakes his head as the pudgy Sonnier doubles over to catch his breath from his little jog. After catching his breath, the BWA, CWA, and IWF announcer finally declares his important message.*

Sonnier: "Brock has given you twenty-four hours to be creative!"

*Sonnier is obviously nervous and fearful as can be discovered by the tone of his voice and his body language. He still looks to be tired from that bit of exercise, too.*

Jordan: "Or what?"

Sonnier: "Uhhhh...umm...well..."

*Sonnier stutters as Jordan crosses his arms and awaits an answer.*

Sonnier: "He really didn't threaten anything in particular."

Jordan: "So if I do not do what B-Rock wants me to do, then he will do nothing or, God forbid, something ominous!"

*Jordan reaches into his khakis' pocket and pulls out a tape recorder. He presses the "Play," and the typical suspense theme of "DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN" plays as he feigns fear.*

Sonnier: "Nice effect."

Jordan: "Thanks. I figure one of us has to dip into the IWF budget. Funny how B-Rock says I am...what was it again, Chris?"

Sonnier: "Uncreative."

Jordan: "Ah, yes, I am uncreative. I truly have no marketability. I guess my millions in my merchandise sales, permanent fixture as a main-eventer, and status as a Triple Undisputed World Champion were compiled via coincidence. Yup, I am a success purely through luck. I am no B-Rock. I really lack the creativity to sit in my house and talk smack about other people."

*Jordan gives his goofy grin and plays the recorder again. This time a laugh track is heard.*

Sonnier: "That was convenient!"

Jordan: "Yeah, like we planned this out in advance or something."

*"The Role Model" winks at the camera, then turns back to Sonnier.*

Jordan: "But maybe it is brilliance that I cannot see. I guess B-Rock stays away because he knows he would lose his composure and try to take me down before Payback."

Sonnier: "He's saving you from himself."

Jordan: "More like saving himself from his own stupidity."

*Jordan plays the recorder again and a rim shot is heard.*

Sonnier: "He'll be here all week, folks."

Jordan: "Unlike B-Rock!"

*The recorder is turned back on and another laugh track is heard.*

Sonnier: "Please don't tell me you think you're thinking of bringing your talk show back complete with monologue and everything."

*Jordan gives his goofy grin.*

Jordan: "Nope, but I am now."

*The recorder is played again, and a crowd is heard cheering.*

Sonnier: "You do more with less than any man I've ever seen."

Jordan: "Of course, how else do you think I carried B-Rock to a watchable match."

*Another laugh track is played.*

Jordan: "Seriously, Chris, I would like to know how B-Rock got a mansion when he looks like a burn-out I would find in the streets begging for change. Is panhandling that lucrative?"

*Sonnier shrugs.*

Jordan: "I guess I will issue a little threat of my own."

*Jordan turns to the camera.*

Jordan: "B-Rock, you have twenty-four hours to respond to my question I just asked or I will..."

*Jordan plays the recorder again, and the typical suspense theme of "DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN" is heard once again.*

Jordan: "Do nothing because I really do not care about what you think or what you do!"

*Jordan winks and gives his goofy grin in a manner that screams "complete douchebag."*

Jordan:"Maybe when we get closer to Payback, I might toss out your name in a charitable sense to get you a little bit of attention before I crush you in our ladder match."

Sonnier: "Big words from a legend."

Jordan: "And if I wanted to waste time with a nobody, I would go find Kristy Lee Cook."

*The recorder plays one last time, but instead of the usual, boos and jeering are heard. Jordan simply shakes his head and tosses the recorder over his shoulder.*

Jordan: "I hate a fickle audience."

[brock]

The screen in the arena flickers to a start, static, and then the letters HoV flash across the screen

Brock- "So I challenge you to be creative, and you once again mock my name and how I look. Typical."

The camera cuts back, and revealsa large table. Brock, holding a fork and knife, cuts away at the food on his plate. He smirks before placing a chunk of food in his mouth. He chews before continuing.

Brock- " The tape recorder was close, but you once again did the same old thing. Its sad. As for you being a main eventer,.. lets take a look at last weeks card. Nope, opener. This week? Nope. Your not the main event that week either. Strange how you assume your a main eventer when it definately seems thats not the case."

Brock- " I warned you. Now you must suffer the consequences."

An image flickers into the corner of the screen. Its a very convincing rendering of AJ's head on Pamela Andersons bikini clad body.

Brock-" This will remain on my tv appearances until I deem necessary. I warned you. NOw we all must suffer. By the way,.. Nice rack."