Introducing 'Mr Britain'

[Charles Windsor]

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LIVE FOREVER hits in the IWF Arena and the fans begin to boo as the IWF Owner, 'The Ringmaster' steps out onto the stage. He stands there for a moment and then turns to the back and gestures for someone else to follow. Out walks a guy, his face covers by a mask emblazened with the Union Jack. He is wearing a full body lycra outfit, also sporting the Union Jack colours. The home town fans give him a small pop but that stops as soon as he greats The Ringmaster with a friendly handshake.

The 2 walk down the aisle, The Ringmaster grabs a 'British Hero' poster and hands it to this guy who rips it up and throws it at the fan, the hostility grows as they get to ringside and climb the ropes.

In the ring The Ringmaster grabs the mic and the music fades
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The Ringmaster
Now you people need to shut the hell up for a moment whilst you listen to me!


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obviously this has the opposite effect, but the Ringmaster seems to revel in his manipulation of the fans
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The Ringmaster
So, you will all be able to see this fine specimin of an ahtlete standing next to me, this you ungreatful scum is MR BRITAIN!!!

And he is working with The Ringmaster on a very special project, its called 'Beat the living hell out of Anthony Jordan and make him cry'!!!

You see, Mr Britain is not hear to be cheered as a patriot, Mr Britain is of the same opinion as me, your all scum, lowlife ungreatful scum who are not fit to lick Mr Britains boots!

Mr Britain is a shining example of how you all should aspire to be, a model member of society! He beats respect into people and does not suffer fools lightly.

Which sucks for you Anthony because not only do you need to learn respect, you are also the biggest fool of them all, so your going to suffer.

Next week, Revolution your going to get your arse handed to you, infact Brock might even get the night off at Payback because your not going to be in any shape to compete.

Now, before the questions start coming, Mr Britain's identity is being protected, you see he is not some local chancer trying to make a name for himself. For now, The Ringmaster speaks for Mr Britain!
Mr Britain is a world class, hugely respected sports entertainer, when the time is right you will all learn who is under this mask, but if Anthony Jordan thinks he can play games then he has a lot to learn.

Anthony Jordan is dealing with The Ringmaster, i have forgot more about this business than Anthony has managed to learn in his career, The Ringmaster is the king of the swerve, the king of the mind games and the King of the damn IWF!

So Anthony, do your worst because to me, its childsplay!


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The Ringmaster raises the arm of Mr Britain, but is stopped short of celebration as Evenflow hits
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[Charles Windsor]

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Evenflow does not hit, instead the Ringmaster instructs Mr Britain to grab Sevens mic from him so that he does not have the chance to talk or interupt.
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The Ringmaster
Jake, whilst i am pleased that you views on Anthony Jordan follow mine, i must warn you of something.

DONT YOU EVER PUT WORDS IN MY GOD DAMN MOUTH!

YOU ARE NOT THE GENERAL MANAGER OF THE IWF, YOUR NOT EVEN UNDR CONTRACT!!!


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This news gets a suprise pop for the Ringmaster, who looks out to the fans with disgust. Seven does not know where to put himself, but without a mic he is unable to make himself heard. The Ringmaster steps back and relaxes himself.
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The Ringmaster
Also, Mr Britain was my signing, if you ever try and take credit for one of the Ringmasters awesome ownership skills then i will personally see to it that you never even get into this arena again!

And ill keep calm whilst i say this otherwise i might just do something that each and every one of these people want to see me do, and thats smack you across the face, now dont you ever, ever refer to me as 'Rimmy'. Infact if you ever have the fortune to speak to me again you will address me as SIR Ringmaster.

Now, do we have an understand?

[Shamus]

Suddenly, the bagpiped opening of 'Barroom Hero' hit, and the fans cheered as Shamus stumbled from the back looking around wildly before he finished off a can of beer. He tossed the empty, then headed for the ring where a confused looking Seven and Rimmy waited.

He climbed inside, looking between them before he raked a hand through his wild hair. Then he fairly yelled.

" 'Ey, wat in da bloody 'ell, is yer fooking deal! I ain't not been on da fookin' card in weeks!"

The Ringmaster looked at Seven, who was just kind of gawking at the Scottish Wonder. "You were on the card against Ford, a week or so ago! And all you did was get drunk!"

"Say what now?"

"All you did was drink! You missed the match!

"Say what now?"

Seven chimed in. He booked you in a match, and you missed it because you were drunk!

Shamus seemed to consider this, then shook his head. "Aye, I was fooking drunk! Because that match was shite! Ya expect me to fight fooking Whitey Ford while he's injured? What kind of man do ya take me for!"

Ringmaster frowned, and Shamus continued. "Ya can expect this wee nancy lad to be at yer bloody beck and call to sneak attack people! But I fookin' ain't going to beat down someone who is hurt just to fookin' please yer arse!"

The fans exploded at that, and Shamus seemed to startled to remember they were there. Then he looked back to the Ringmaster and Seven, shrugging. "Wha da fook! Ya think I am yer fookin' lackey? I am fookin' Shamus, and I am nae yer bloody henchmen, you have this fooker here wanting to give ya da fookin' rimmy! Get 'em to do yer dirty work!"

Shamus jerked a thumb at Seven. "This fooker looks like he likes hittin' people from behind if ya know what I bloody mean!"

The fans cheered again, and Seven was starting to look pissed. And Shamus started for the ropes, rolling his eyes at the pair.

[Anthony Jordan]

"I've heard about all I can stand!"

*The crowd cheers loudly as Mr. International walked out onto the stage.*

Ventura: "No one believes him!"

Cross: "But no one can prove that it is Anthony Jordan."

*Sporting a freshly-made Mr. International T-shirt and a pair of khakis, the masked superstar stays at the top of the ramp and points at Mr. Britain.*

Mr. International: "Mr. Britain? How lame is that!"

*The crowd cheers loudly as Mr. Britain takes offense, but does nothing.*

Mr. International: "Now, Ringmaster, I..."

*The Ringmaster cuts Mr. International off.*

Ringmaster: "You listen here, Mr. International. The Ringmaster knows who you really are, so just take off the mask and quit trying to fool everyone!"

Mr. International: "First off, Rimmy,"

*Unlike when Seven used the name, the crowd pops this time for "Rimmy" whether or not Mr. International was facetious or not.*

Mr. International: "Call me 'Mr. I.' I don't have all day to hear you slowly stammer through my glorious name."

Cross: "It is a mouthful."

Ventura: "Imagine how tough it would be to write dialouge and to keep typing that name. Whether or not 'Mr. I' is a good name, I'd switch to something shorter."

Mr. I: "Second, bro-hem, Anthony Jordan is busy training to beat Mr. Britain, then move on to beat Barack and earn the right to beat you all around the ring!"

*The fans go crazy as the Ringmaster looks a bit nervous at the idea, but slowly puts it out of his mind.*

Mr. I: "So he can't be out here right now, but Mr. I is more than happy to speak on his behalf. Of course, looking at Mr. Britain, I don't think there's much to say. All my Internations out here in the crowd could beat the so-called 'Mr. Britain!'"

*The fans cheer again as Mr. International nods.*

Ventura: "What the hell is an 'internation?'"

Mr. I: "As for you, Jake Seven,"

*Seven now looks to be paying attention to Mr. International.*

Mr. I: "You seem like a total fruit to Mr. International, and if you don't shut your mouth, you might wake up in a smoothie!"

*The crowd cheers the ridiculous insult as Seven threateningly wags his finger at Mr. International.*

Ventura: "I thought he was lame as himself."

Mr. I: "Since you aren't in the tournament, you don't matter to Mr. International. I give you more credit than Barbados and Barack because at least you actually have the courage to stand in that ring and handle the stench of the Ringmaster!"

*The Ringmaster takes offense and has to be restrained by Mr. Britain.*

Mr. I: "MJW and I will easily handle them. That will leave either Urban Assault or the Faction in our paths to glory. The way I see it, the Faction is easily beatable once Mikkey is tagged in. Croc comes from one of my favorite countries, and I respect his abilities. He is a complete jerk, but he is talented. Mikkey, on the other hand, is just a leech using the Ringmaster, and if you need the Ringmaster to make something of yourself, you're nobody!"

*Again, the Ringmaster takes offense.*

Mr. I: "As for Urban Assault, the Wife Beater knows an International Incident when he sees it. If he has trouble fighting a woman, how can he handle the might of all the countries of the world? Donzig might be determined, but determination can't beat invincibility, and that's Mr. International!"

*Mr. International starts posing at the top of the ramp as the fans cheer.*

Cross: "How can you not like Mr. International?"

Ventura: "Easily."

Mr. I: "But Mr. International needs to get back to handling his international business, so I'm just going to give my opponents a word of warning: Stay out of my way or become victim of an International Incident!"

*The crowd cheers as Mr. International walks back through the curtain leaving the Ringmaster, Mr. Britain, Jake Seven, and Shamus.*

[donzig]

The fans exploded as that music could only mean one thing, and the place was going crazy when the IWF World Heavyweight Champion stalked from the back with the belt around his waist beneath his battered leather jacket.

He snarled, spitting as he stormed back and forth on the ramp. Then he paused, tearing off the belt to hold it into the air which was greeted with an approving roar. The Ringmaster fumed, and Seven rolled his eyes.

Shamus was trying to flag down the refreshments guy with a string of curses that would make even Donzig proud.

The Hardcore Incarnate threw the belt across his shoulder before he headed down the ramp. He climbed the ropes, holding the belt again before he entered the ring. A glare cast at Ringmaster and Seven, then called for a mic. He paced back and forth, then shook his head before he rounded on the Ringmaster.

"Pissed off Mikkey and Croc can't get the job done? You have to bring in this fucking piece of shit!"

A finger was leveled at Seven, and Donzig cut off the Ringmaster's answer with a wave of his hand as he stepped closer. "This is the absolute best you can do? This is fucking it? All the money of the Draven Empire, all the goddamned resources of the IWF, and the best you can get is Jake Seven? Bullshit on that!"

The fans cheered, and Donzig flicked his enraged gaze to Seven. "You should have learned from the last time you were here, that your best bet to live through life is to stay the fucking out of my business! You had better watch your fucking step, son! Because if you cross me again, you'll be Jake Four and a Half when I am done with you."

The fans exploded, and the Champion smirked before he waved a hand. "And as for this Saturday? At SNS, inside this very ring, you are once again going to be forced to hand those belts to Urban Assault! Because Anthony Jordan can wear a mask and claim to be whoever he wants, he can claim to be the Juggernaut for all I care! Because he and MJW are in for a world of hurt come Saturday Night!"

The fans ate it up, and Donzig continued with a finger jabbed at teh Ringmaster. "And then there's your little Circus, fucking Croc, Mikkey, and Max Jewel! And of course, this fucking Jake-off! Is going down in flames, because the Urban Assault will demolish anyone in our path! "

Donzig paused, shrugging. "I am not going to mock Barabbas and Brock, because hell! That has been done to death, it seems that AJ and Mr. I are getting used to being in the small pond since they worry so about the small fish!"

The fans cheered, and Donzig shook his head before a hand lifted to rake through his hair. Then he waved a hand. "But enough about all of that, I just have one question for you and your new buddy here, and that is? What are you going to do when the Urban Assault tears down your big top, and shoves that sumbitch right up your fucking asses!"

[Anthony Jordan]

*Donzig is denied the final word as Pearl Jam's "Even Flow" hits. The fans cheer as "The Role Model" walks out onto the stage wearing a Mister International T-shirt and a pair of khakis that look awfully familiar, but no, it couldn't be.*

Ventura: "I thought we were done listening to him."

Cross: "He hasn't spoken today."

Ventura: "Give it a rest."

*Jordan seemed content to stay on the stage until he glares at Donzig and starts walking down to the ring.*

Cross: "He's determined to show no fear in the presence of Donzig."

*Jordan scales up the steps and quickly enters the ring. He shares a brief stare down with Donzig before going up to the Ringmaster before Mr. Britain blocks his path. Jordan cracks a smile at the sight of the masked superstar. He turns his attention to Jake Seven before telling "Sin City Superstar" to keep his distance.*

Cross: "Still a lot of bad blood between those two."

*"The Funisher" takes Shamus' microphone as he has ditched it in an effort to score some booze.*

Jordan: "I just got finished with my work-out in time to hear my name tossed around out here, so after a debriefing from Mister International, I am ready to be out there."

*Everyone in the ring raises an eyebrow to this statement as they look at the Mr. International T-shirt. Jordan looks down and finally notices it. He peels it off to reveal a "Triple Undisputed Champion" T-shirt before tossing the other shirt into the crowd.*

Jordan: "He is such a great guy that he actually does give you the shirt off his back."

*Jordan gives his goofy grin as the fans laugh it up.*

Jordan: "And he certainly does not need me to handle his business for him. Everyone knows that the team of Mister International and Michael Windsor will be the inaugural IWF Tag Team Champions!"

*Donzig takes offense to the that statement.*

Jordan: "Then you just sit back and wait until we face you in the finals!"

*The Ringmaster furiously points at Jordan as Donzig merely shakes his head.*

Jordan: "What? I consider myself to be an emotional member of Windsor International to give moral support and whatnot. When they win, it will honestly feel as if I have won. I am emotionally invested in them!"

*The crowd cheers again as the Ringmaster threatens his enemy.*

Ventura: "I can't wait for this charade to be over."

*Jordan turns to Jake Seven.*

Jordan: "As for you, you better not get in my way. You have tried to steal my look, my attitude, and my success. I figured that you would have learned that a copy never beats the original. The Ringmaster is no Charles Windsor,"

*The Ringmaster is held back by Mr. Britain.*

Jordan: "And Mister Britain is no Mister International!"

*The tables are turned as Mr. Britain is now held back by the Ringmaster. The crowd eats all of it up.*

Jordan: "So while all five of your fans are thrilled to see you back, Jake, do not think that counts for all of us! You hit me with a car, and even though it has been a year, I still take that as a personal attack. Your fear of me makes no difference in that most heinous act. I could forgive you running over Scorpion and probably that USCW-ger, Whitey, but when you try to do bodily harm to my number one love, ME, you just threw a nuke into Vesuvius, and you are Pompeii!"

*The fans cheer loudly as Seven can't believe what he is hearing. Even Donzig gives that rant a golf clap. Jordan gives his goofy grin as he struts around the ring only to be shoved by the Ringmaster. That gets booed as Jordan tries to shove back, but is blocked by Mr. Britain. Jake Seven manuevars himself to ropes, so he can escape a brawl or get in a cheap shot.*

Cross: "This could explode at any time!"

Jordan: "You are not half the man I am. But you better not assault me again, Lu..."

*The crowd "oooooooos" as the Ringmaster slaps Jordan square on the right cheek. Jordan keeps his head turned as he is almost in shock.*

Ventura: "That's called effective leadership!"

*Jordan glances over to Donzig who remains unaffected by the actions before turning back to the Ringmaster.*

Jordan: "Or you just might get in trouble for violating Industry Standards!"

*Jordan drops the microphone and sends the Ringmaster to the crowd with a right hook. The fans lose their minds as Donzig springs to action and Clotheslines Jake Seven over the ropes and to the outside. The former Industry allies nod to one another.*

Cross: "The Faction has been sent reeling!"

*Before Jordan can turn around, Mr. Britain Clotheslines him from behind and leaps at Donzig for a cheap shot. Donzig stumbles back into the corner as Mr. Britain tries to continue the attack only to have "The Role Model" grab his right arm and Irish Whip him into the opposite corner. Mr. Britain bounces out, but quickly has his legs scooped out from under him as the fans explode thinking Jordan has the Idolizer on his mind. Jordan merely gives his goofy grin and falls backwards slingshoting Mr. Britain up. Once Mr. Britain reaches the apex of his flight, the recovered Donzig leaps up, catches Mr. Britain's head, and brings him down with a Donzig Stunner!*

Cross: "We haven't seen this much teamwork from them since the Industry!"

Ventura: "And they never used that combo, either. These two are too alike for their own good."

*"The Role Model" and "The American Destroyer" stare at each other as an "Industry" chant breaks out. While they're distracted, the Ringmaster along with Jake Seven slide into the ring to help Mr. Britain out. Donzig sticks out his hand to thunderous applause as Jordan looks around unsure of what to do. He finally reaches out and meets Donzig's handshake, which sends the fans into hysteria.*

Cross: "Is the Industry back?"

Ventura: "NO! It better not be!"

*The old friends exchange some words, then Jordan turns to leave only to find that Donzig still has his hand gripped. Jordan is jerked back into a kick to the stomach, then a Donzig Stunner! "The Role Model" falls to the mat as Donzig picks up the IWF World Heavyweight Title and holds it high as the D-Unit absolutely loves it.*

Cross: "Donzig is only your friend for as long as you have your eyes on him!"

Ventura: "That's how it needed to be. I'll never say this again, but thank you, Donzig."