2/2 - Wheeler & mystery partner vs. Furious Ones

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Added just moments ago by the General Manager!

JD Wheeler will be teaming up with someone picked by our General Manager to take on the Furious Ones!

[President Skroob]

The camera opens on a shot of Amy, Steve, Danny, and Jack sitting in the DJ locker room watching TV. Moments later, the door swings open and in walks their leader, JD Wheeler. To what should be no one's surprise, JD seems to be pissed off once again and is clutching some papers in his right hand very tightly. The others are too absorbed watching the TV to notice.

JD: Hey guys, a funny thing happened to me today.

Amy: (Without taking her eyes off the TV) JD, can we all talk later? House is talking to us right now.

JD: How is that possible? House doesn't even come on Fridays. I haven't seen a new episode in months.

Danny: Jack's mom has been taping and sending them to us every week there's a new episode.

JD: And...how come I'm only learning about this now?

Danny: I told Amy to let you know.

Amy: I told Steve to take care of it.

Steve: I told Jack to tell you.

FMJ: Tell JD what?

JD nods his head.

JD: Of course.

JD walks over to the group and shuts off the TV.

Steve: What the hell you doing?

JD: Don't worry Steve, I've got a much more entertaining story to tell. For you see, an interesting event occurred when I stopped by the bank today.

Suddenly, everyone in the room minus JD begins to tense up. JD takes this as a sign he's on to something.

JD: It was truly a once in a lifetime experience. I drove by the ATM machine, stuck my card in, and put in my PIN number. Then the machine spit my card back out, and then it laughed at me. Who wants to try to explain this first one to me?

Amy: Well...

JD: (To himself) Oh I knew she would.

Amy: I would've thought Sophia explained to you by now that you gotta stick it in the right way and push the right buttons.

Amy smirks for a couple of seconds 'til she sees the look on JD's face and quickly wipes it off her face.

JD: While I was pondering why my account has been nearly depleted, that's when I noticed this.

Holds up the papers in his hand.

JD: I've been getting bills for some very extravagant purchases that I never remembered buying. So at first, I figured some stranger has stolen my identity. But then I've been looking at my luck so far, and figured that would be way too easy. I would think God would find more humor in the situation if it was someone I know. So I ask y'all again, does anyone know anything about this?

No one says a word for a few seconds as the tension builds up. Suddenly, Steve breaks the silence.

Steve: It was all them JD! I was totally against it from the start! They decided to spend all of your money on themselves!

Danny: You motherfucker!

Danny gives Steve a quick elbow to the stomach and Steve doubles over in pain. JD begins shuffling through the papers.

JD: Figures. Though I must admit, these are some impressive items. Cars, expensive meals, luxury suites, pool table, pinball machines, new stereo system.....and I can only guess who spent $100 on a stick of gum.

Everyone looks in Jack's direction.

FMJ: The guy told me the wrapper was made of silver.

JD rubs his forehead in an attempt to calm himself down.

JD: Amy, how many of the items on here are your doing?

Amy: Now that's insulting JD. I can't believe you have such little trust in your little sister. I can honestly tell you that I did not purchase one item on that list.

Steve: It's true. She's been the one who has been withdrawing money from your account.

Amy: Bastard.

Amy gives Steve a quick punch to the gut.

JD: And what exactly have you been doing with my money?

Amy: Oh....uhh...I-I've just been....umm...in-in-investing it for you. That's all.

Steve: (Still in pain) She's been going to strip clubs.

JD: WHAT?!

Amy: You rubber loving Barbie thumper!

Amy punches Steve square in the jaw, knocking him out of his seat.

JD: How often have you been going?!

Amy: (Nervous) I-It's only been a c-couple of times and Steve, if you say one word, you're getting a kick in the nuts.

JD: Then just tell me this, exactly how much of my money has found its way into the crotches of sweaty, oily men?

Amy: How would I know? I never count it, I just....you know....stuff it in there.

Amy smiles just thinking about it. JD looks like he's about to blow.

Danny: JD look, don't you think you're making a big deal out of this?

JD: (Sarcastic) Oh you're right Danny. What was I thinking? I mean, it's just y'all stealing my money and forging my name for the past couple of months. Hell, let me make it up to y'all. Jet planes for everyone!

FMJ: Hey there we go!

JD: Shut up Jack.

It is at this time that the Onslaught GM Stone Cold Steve Austin makes his way into the DJ locker room. JD notices him out of the corner of his eye.

JD: And this must be the icing on the death cake. What do you want?

Stone Cold: What? You saying Stone Cold can't come barging into your room for a change? What?

JD: Would you stop doing that?!!

Danny quickly jumps up and heads over to Stone Cold.

Danny: I'm sorry Mr. Austin. What my friend meant to say was it's pleasure to see you today and it's honor that you grace us with your appearance.

JD: Hey wait a minute!!

JD gets in Danny's face.

JD: What the hell are you doing sucking up to this guy?

Danny: Look. Me and Steve haven't had any matches lately and he's the only one who can get us some. The more matches we have, the more we get paid.

JD: Just sit back down.

Danny does as he is told.

Stone Cold: So how's your day been?

JD: Well if you must know it's been horrible. I just found out....

Stone Cold: (Interrupting) That's nice. Son, I've got something that will make your day even better.

JD: Gonna stick a hand grenade down my pants?

Stone Cold: Doubt it would hurt anything. No, I've booked you in a tag match tonight.

JD: Tag match? Against who?

Stone Cold: The Furious Ones. You know, that team you seemed to have a problem with last week. I figured you’d want some revenge.

JD: Revenge for what?

Stone Cold: For them attacking you after your match.

JD: But I took care of that 5 seconds later. I don’t want to face them. Beating them again will do nothing for me. Might as well fight someone on Unleashed.

Stone Cold: While I agree on that last part, I don’t give a damn what you think. You’re in the match and that’s that.

JD: Well…then who’s my partner?

Stone Cold: That has yet to be determined.

JD: Why?

Stone Cold: I haven’t decided yet.

JD: Well then how am I suppose to prepare for this match? Why can’t one of my guys be my partner?

Stone Cold: Because Jack should be focusing his attention on the American title and I’d hate to split up your other two buddies. See, Stone Cold’s trying to work with y’all here.

JD looks around the room: at his friends, at Stone Cold, at the bills in his hand…just trying to comprehend everything. He then looks up.

JD: Having another slow day God? Is that what’s going on here? (To Stone Cold) If I do this, will I get a title shot?

Stone Cold: No.

JD: Will you at least think about it?

Stone Cold: Umm…no.

JD sighs.

JD: I know you’re up to something. I don’t know what it could be, but I know it’s design to fuck with me.

Stone Cold: You’re just paranoid son. Why would Stone Cold do that to you? Now I’ll just leave you alone to get ready for your match. Good luck out there.

Stone Cold gives a slight smirk as he heads out the door.

JD: (Sarcastic) Oh yeah, life is good.

Camera fades to black.

[President Skroob]

The camera opens on a shot of Dean Stewart running down the hallway, apparently chasing someone.

Stewart: Hey wait up! I need a word with you!

After a couple of seconds, Stewart finally catches up with the man who he was chasing: JD Wheeler. Wheeler stops in his tracks when Stewart grabs him and stares at Stewart while he's catching his breath. After a few moments, Stewart finally collects himself.

Stewart: JD, can I get a word with you?

Wheeler looks him up and down.

Wheeler: Ah hell why not? It's not like this day could get any worse. What do you want Dean?

Stewart: Well first off, tonight you are in a tag match against Furious Ones and you don't who your partner is gonna be.

Wheeler: Insightful as always Dean. Yes, truth be told this isn't the ideal situation I want to be in. I would be better off having my neck shaved by Stevie Wonder. But since Stone Cold is leaving me no choice in the matter, the best the way to stick it to him is to just simply go out there and do what I always do, partner or no. And don't go asking me who I think my partner is gonna be. It no longer matters to me and I could care less. I'm already prepared for the worse. That's pretty much become a routine thing for me lately. So I say to Stone Cold to give me his best shot.

Stewart: Well then lets talk about what happen on Onslaught last week.

Wheeler: What about last week Dean?

Stewart: You know, about Nathan Versus showing up on the show and you two getting a little war of words. Versus said that he holds nothing against you and even apologized for eliminating you from the Melee. Question is, do you believe that Versus was telling you the truth?

Wheeler: You know, that did kinda catch me by surprise. I always thought the old man was stubborn bastard, but I was impress how he was finally able to admit his true feelings about me. If there is one thing JD Wheeler does best, it's command respect. And I'm a pretty good judge of character Dean. So I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and I'm gonna let him slide on this one. He's a lucky one Dean. Doing him a huge favor. Not many people ever escape from my crosshairs once they're locked in. Now he can go tell all his friends how he escaped the great JD Wheeler's wrath. It's quite an honor really. Couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

Wheeler gives one of his trademark smirks.

Wheeler: Well now I feel good about helping someone out. Anything else you want Dean?

Stewart: No that's about it.

Wheeler: Well then if you excuse me Dean, I've got a...ummm...."tag team" to take care of.

Wheeler exits the shot on his way to the ring leaving Dean by himself.

Camera fades to black.