CCW Unleashed: Josh Violence vs. Bulldog

[Carl]

Unification Match - Street Fight Rules

"Big Daddy" Josh Violence vs. Bulldog

Let's get it on.....

[stevenuk1]

The camera fades in from the arena to show Bulldog training in his locker room, dodging and diving. Nick Kelly knocks and walks in to the locker room.

Nick: Bulldog, may I have a word?

Bulldog: Sure (Starts to do some streches)

Nick: On June 4th 2006 you become the four and now the longest Street Fight Champion in history and tonight that title will be gone for ever, what are your thoughts on this?

Bulldog: Well it's an upsetting time, I have put a lot in to being the Street Fight Champion, but like in anything new era's come around and this is the end of the Street Fight era.

Nick: Tonight you face Josh Violence the first ever Street Fight Champion and current World Champion, do you belive you can walk out World Champion?

Bulldog: Yeah I do, sure Violence might be the so called X-Rated Superstar and Big Daddy but I have proved myself since comming in to CCW, I have beaten some good oponents in my time and I have been through hell and back keeping my title and tonight like any other time I will show Josh that a small guy always has that chance. I am more ready tonight than I have ever been!

Nick: If Josh does come out winner and you lose the Street Fight title will you be enterd in to the Tournament to crown the first Middleweight champion?

Bulldog: IF Josh does win, which he won't find it an easy thing to do then yes I would like to put my name forward to enter the Tournament, I have been through a lot keeping this title and have proved myself so many times and I think that getting another title around my weist is a good thing.

Nick: Will you miss the hardcore style matchs?

Bulldog: Not really, I love wrestling but the hardcore side of it was never a huge thing for me. The injurys I have picked up from them type of matchs will now hopefully be gone from tonight.

Nick: Any final words?

Bulldog: Yeah, Josh, tonight you will be walking in to the ring with a 195 pound man, on normal days you would walk right over them and take their lifes but not tonight, this will be the worst match you have ever been in! Street Fight rules is my play ground now bitch and you wont like it!

Camera fades back in to the arena with the fans chanting Bulldogs name.

[+Donald $. Carlos+]

A camera fades in from black & opens up on a shot of the door to the Body Count's personal locker/dressing room.

As the operator of the machine pulls back to allow the surrounding scenery within the corridor into view, those watching from home can see resident backstage correspondent Nick Kelly standing near the doorknob on the right. He has a microphone clutched tightly within the balled-up fist of his left hand, which sits at his side as he carries on an inaudible conversation with the cameraman . . . eventually coming to the conclusion that he is on live, which forces him to begin speaking before he ready . . .

Kelly: Turning to where his back is against the door) "Good evening, ladies & gentlemen . . . & thank you for tuning in to this week's edition of 'CCW Unleashed!’ I'm Nick Kelly, standing by near the locker room of one of CCW's most dominant stables in 'The Body Count'.

Now . . . normally . . . I'd be a little more than hesitant to do what it is that I'm about to do. However, I've been informed that one 'Big Daddy' Josh Violence is in an unusually good mood this evening . . . & as a result, I'm not going to let this opportunity go to waste."

With that, Kelly twirls back around to face the door, & clears his throat . . . using the opportunity to then straighten the collar of his shirt, before raising his free right fist toward the center of the thick, oak slab, & knocking gently . . .

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

At first, nothing happens . . . forcing Kelly to look back toward the cameraman, who offers a shrug in response, before nervously preparing himself to knock a 2nd time . . .

Unrecognizable Voice: (From inside the room) "COME IN!"

Kelly isn't prepared for this, & the amount of vigor behind the voice forces him to stumble back nervously toward the opposite wall, before falling down into a sitting position against it. Laughs from inside the arena can be heard, to add a comedic effect, which continue as the bumbling interviewer eventually pushes back to a vertical base; just in time for the door to swing open, which immediately causes him to fall back for the second time.

BOOM!

The camera turns to face the now open doorway, & within it stands the massive Saamael; his size clearly intimidating the speechless Kelly, who never breaks eye contact with the man as he scrambles back to his feet. He is reluctant to approach the Body Count's resident enforcer, & understandably so . . . placing the microphone in front of his face as he shields himself from potential danger, before Saamael simply stands to the side. This frees up the entire rectangular opening, which Kelly is quick to scurry through as the cameraman follows out of fear for his life. Saamael merely nods at this, & closes the door behind him as the new setting is quickly put into focus.

Kelly: "T-Thank you, Saamael. Can you inform Josh Violence that I'm ready to speak with him?"

Saamael continues to stare blankly toward the now twitching Kelly, & remains this way for an uncomfortable period of time before finally shaking his head "yes" . . . leaving Nick, & the cameraman, to stand there near the entrance to the room as he turns a quick right corner out of view. A few moments pass, & voices are audible . . . but sooner than later, Saamael sticks his head over the corner, & gestures for them to enter, which they do.

As they enter the main area of the room, the cameraman backs away toward the farthest corner to capture everything; a scene that sees Josh Violence sitting in a throne-like easy chair, with the World Heavyweight Championship wrapped around his waist. Heather St. Clair is sitting upon his left knee & looking over a clipboard as her man chiefs on a blunt . . . occasionally pausing to either take a hit, or pass it to her left, as Adam Machiavelli, Joker, & Mistress Helga sit in a half circle along the floor. Saamael takes his seat at Heather's left, & watches on as the 3 stable mates at Violence's feet pass a bong back & forth amongst themselves; all of them unwilling to make Nick Kelly's venture toward Violence any easier than they have to.

Standing behind Violence's chair is a new face to The Body Count . . . one that belongs to a strikingly attractive blonde woman, who is wearing a sheer white dress that stops just before her kneecaps. She is massaging Violence's shoulders, & repeatedly subjecting herself to gestures of affection from "The X-Rated Superstar"; such as allowing him to run his fingers through her hair, & plant small kisses along her neck & face. And, while she seems to be enjoying it, she never actually acknowledges the cameras presence . . . opting instead to keep her gaze toward the floor, & not allowing her face to bear an emotion whatsoever in response to the scenes around her.

Kelly: "Excuse me, Mr. Violence . . . may I have a few moments of your time?"

Violence, who has seemingly forgotten that Kelly has arrived, looks up with a cocked right eyebrow at the mention of his name; his expression changing dramatically upon realizing whom the voice belongs to, & taking another quick toke from his smoking device . . .

Violence: "Christ, Kelly . . . what is this in response to, again?"

Kelly: "Your Title Unification match, tonight, against Bulldog. What are your thoughts on this decision?"

Violence motions for Kelly to come forward, & he does so at his own pace . . . stopping at the man's right foot, & placing the head of the microphone near his mouth to allow him to speak:

Violence: "Well, Nick . . . as you can see . . . I'm not taking such a match very seriously. I mean, I've already beaten this Bulldog character on more than 1 occasion . . . & if I may be honest, this couldn't be more of a blessing."

Kelly: "How so?"

Violence takes another hit from his blunt, & blows his smoke upward toward the mystery woman's face as Adam Machiavelli & Joker begin to cackle. Violence soon joins in, with a chuckle of his own, before even bothering to offer a response:

Violence: "How so? Well, ever since he took control of that Street Fight Championship belt . . . the Bulldog has done nothing but deteriorate the value of it.

He has single-handedly tarnished the reputations built by one Mr. Adam Machiavelli, & myself; the 2 greatest, & most influential Street Fight Champions in the title's short history. And I can think of no better way to put him in his place than to not only strip him of his dignity . . . but also his bread & butter."

Machiavelli: "That's right, Nicholas . . . my associate, here, will reclaim what is rightfully ours. He will be universally recognized as the best, & the only 2-time CCW Street Fight Champion . . .& as a result, it will only increase the value of that other gold belt he is currently on possession of."

Joker: "Ain't that shit the truth! You go, money . . . make that spot monkey bastard recognize that he is in the presence of greatness, out there! Show no mercy!"

The group shares a light chuckle at this, & Violence hands his blunt off to St. Clair before pressing his lips against her throat. She seems a tad frigid, however, & doesn't return the favor . . . forcing Violence to simply shrug his shoulders, turn his head to face the right, & snap his fingers.

SNAP!

At this gesture, the mystery woman walks around the side of the chair, & stops at Violence's right side; her figure now fully revealed to the world, which is magnificent to say the least.

Violence: "Jessica, dear . . . would you mind wrapping my right knee for me? I'd do it myself, but . . . as you can see . . . I'm far too busy dealing with this douche bag."

Jessica: "Yes, sir, Mr. Violence . . ."

Violence: "Atta' girl . . ."

She bends down in front of him to grab a spool of athletic tape, near his feet, & Violence responds by slamming his hand down against her right ass cheek . . .

SMACK!

The young woman doesn’t let this deter her, & remains in the exact same position before finally maintaining her grip on the desired object . . . looking back toward Violence, with a look of obedience, & making sure he doesn’t want to repeat himself before returning to her vertical base. She then turns back to where she is facing Violence, & bends down to roll the right leg of his jeans upward . . . exposing his knee, & allowing “The Midwest Mauler” physical access to her jutting cleavage, as she begins wrapping the tape around the kneecap.

Heather snorts at this gesture, & pushes back to her feet before quickly disappearing off-camera . . . leaving Kelly to look away in awe, before turning back to face Violence & continue the interview . . .

Kelly: “So, if what I’m hearing is correct . . . you have absolutely no reason to assume that Bulldog will walk out as the new World Heavyweight Champion?”

Violence: “Kelly . . . should that actually happen, I will resign on the spot!”

A very loud pop is heard from inside the arena at this statement . . .

Kelly: “Seriously?”

Violence: “With God as my witness, Nick.”

Jessica finishes up her wrapping of Violence’s leg, & pushes back to a vertical base . . . looking on as Violence then gestures for her to take a seat against the knee, to which she complies without incident.

Violence: “By the way . . . have I introduced you to the Body Count’s newest member, Nick?”

Kelly: “Well, actually . . . no. You haven’t. But if I may ask . . .”

Violence: “No need to, jack-off.

Jessica Sheffield . . . say hello to jack-off. Jack-off, Jessica Sheffield.”

Jessica extends her left hand toward Kelly, who takes it in his own & shakes lightly . . .

Jessica: “Hello, jack-off . . .”

Violence: “Atta’ girl . . .”

Jessica releases her grip, & Violence takes her by the forearm . . . placing the hand against his own crotch, to which she smiles, before turning back to face the out of place interviewer:

Kelly: “If I may ask one last question, though . . . how is it that you met? What makes her a part of what you represent?”

Violence: “Well, Nick . . . let’s just say that Atlantic City is my home-away-from-home.

The people here respect what I’ve done . . . & they empathize with both of our individual lifestyles. Isn’t that right, Jessi?”

Jessica: “You know it . . . ‘Big Daddy’.”

At this, Violence & his new lady engage in a series of kisses . . . an act which almost serves as their segue to much racier doings, until Violence remembers exactly where it is that this is taking place.

Violence: “OK, so . . . is that it? Because if so, I’m going to kindly ask you to get the fuck out, Nick. We’ve got to prepare for our plans later on . . .”

Kelly: “What plans?”

Violence: “That’s none of your business, quite frankly . . .”

With this, Violence lifts up the front of his shirt . . . exposing the handle of his trademark Desert Eagle, to which Kelly is quick to scurry out of the scene upon laying his eyes on.

Violence: “Alright, guys . . . everyone out. It’s time I broke this new one in . . .”

The last thing those people watching from home see is that of the everyone but Violence & Jessica Sheffield rising to their feet, & heading toward the door; the cameraman quickly walking backwards to accommodate the situation, as the lady in white rises to her feet before the Champion.

She then slides the right strap of her dress down the length of her arm, before the camera inexplicably:

Fades 2 Black . . .