Post by Thunder on Aug 22, 2021 12:13:06 GMT -5
~Earlier Today~
WFWF CEO Kris Kash is seen walking through the backstage area. He stops to give instructions to a stage hand. As he continues to walk backstage, there's some an inaudible conversation between him and another producer. This sends Kris into a sprint through the back.
Kris Kash: Get out of my way!
He reaches his office and the door is wide open. His mouth is agape as he sees the WFWF Champion, Josh Dean, sitting at his desk reviewing paperwork. Nikki is running copies off his printer, leaving Kris beside himself.
Kris Kash: What the hell are you two doing?
Josh looks up from his paperwork as Nikki continues to run copies.
Josh Dean: Working, what's it look like? We do have other businesses outside this place, you know.
Kris Kash: But how'd you... I literally just went down to catering.
Josh Dean: Funny, because we've been in here for a good twenty minutes.
Josh reaches to the side and retrieves the WFWF Championship.
Josh Dean: Can we skip the pleasantries, Kris? I'm taking my work on the road since YOU insisted I be here. I, unlike some, like to make sure I stay on top of things so I don't end up dealing with a mess later.
Subtle.
Kris Kash: Josh I... wait... is that my laptop?
Josh Dean: Maybe.
Kris Kash: That's confidential!
Josh Dean: Chill out, Carrot Top. It isn't like I'm going through and altering people's contracts. I'm not as shady as Trace.
Kris takes a deep breath and tries to compose himself.
Josh Dean: You may want to consider running a scan on your hard drive, though. Awful lot of weird porn on there.
And that did it.
Kris Kash: Get out!
Josh Dean: You see, now that's a bit of an issue for me. Show him, Nikki.
Ah those copies Nikki was running now come to the surface. She lays them on the desk and Kris picks them up. His eyes get wide.
Josh Dean: As you can see, in addition to the hefty financial compensation, thank you very much, you gave me to be here, this agreement states that I will have everything I need provided.
Josh smiles.
Josh Dean: The staff was more than happy to accommodate my request for an office.
Kris is steaming mad, and makes no qualms about his plans.
Kris Kash: You're gonna pay for this.
Josh Dean: No I'm not, if you care about having this as part of WFWF programming.
He holds up the WFWF Championship.
Josh Dean: If you gave one solitary f*ck about this company, you'd be more willing to work with me. I mean... what's your other option? Strip me of the title just so you don't have to deal with me? Go ahead, I dare you. Everyone would know that whoever won this title would be nothing more than a paper champion because they didn't beat ME.
Check and mate.
Kris Kash: Arrrgh!
Josh Dean: It's ok, Ed. I'm sure there's some extra room down by the boilers. Or maybe you can set up shop in catering, since you just love to stuff your face.
Kris drops his head.
Josh Dean: Now if you'll excuse me, I really have sh*t to do and Nikki has the production meeting you're no doubt going to remind her of as a way to show authority. So I just saved you the trouble. You're welcome.
Kris's jaw nearly hits the floor.
Josh Dean: Well...bye.
As Kris gets unceremoniously kicked out of his own office, Josh stops him before he reaches the door.
Josh Dean: By the way, I changed your password since the last one was kinda weak. IMJoshDeansB*TCH! No apostrophes, and it's case sensitive. Make sure you don't forget the exclamation point. I want you to feel it everytime you log in.
Josh waves goodbye to Kris, who storms out of the office. Josh grins as Nikki rubs his shoulders from behind.
Nikki Dean: You know you're almost enjoying this too much.
~ ~
As the show opens, he head back to the parking lot where our intrepid reporter Kay Fabe is . . . not there. Instead we’re greeted with a different reporter. He still has a WFWF microphone in hand, clad in an appropriate company blazer.
Good evening. I’m Jasper Matheson. Kay Fabe is out reporting on other matters at the moment, so I’m here in the parking lot to see just who is in this limo.
The back door opens, and out steps Thunder. He’s dressed in a suit and has a briefcase with him. Matheson runs up as soon as the door opens.
Jasper Matheson: Thunder, can we get some words with you about your actions last show, and why you’re here again?
Thunder: Who the hell are you?
Jasper Matheson: Jasper Matheson.
Thunder: That’s a good one. What’s your real name?
Jasper Matheson: That is my real name.
Thunder: Dear god. I guess Kay Fabe must have fallen down a well or something.
Jasper Matheson: Just a busy evening. Would you have time for a few questions?
Thunder: Only if you don’t mind doing an Aaron Sorkin walk and talk.
They start doing just that, walking along. If only the dialogue is as witty as that.
Jasper Matheson: What happened in your meeting with Devilkiller?
Thunder: We had a very productive meeting.
Jasper Matheson: But what was said?
Thunder: It was very productive.
Jasper Matheson: I . . . see. What are you doing here tonight?
Thunder speeds up slightly with a smirk, just to see Jasper struggle to keep up.
Thunder: I have a meeting with Kris Kash tonight. It’s regarding an upcoming WFWF Championship match.
Jasper Matheson: Involving Devilkiller?
Thunder: Bingo. You’re smarter than you look, Jesten.
Jasper Matheson: Does that mean you’re going to be officially managing Devilkiller in his title match?
Thunder: I don’t consider anything official until the paperwork is signed. That door is coming up awfully fast. You better get in your last questions, Juniper.
Jasper Matheson: What are your motives for doing this? Can Devilkiller trust you? Is this just a way to get at Josh Dean?
Thunder: Throwing all the questions out at once. Smart move. I’ve been perfectly clear. I don’t know what everyone’s problem is. This is my last good deed with the WFWF, my penance. I’m here to help someone I’ve wronged in the past, and someone who can be the future of this company. It’s only right to assist Devilkiller if I can.
And as for Josh Dean, why would I have a problem with him? I’ve already beaten him before. Have a good night.
Thunder flashes a big smile and shuts the door, disappearing from sight.
WFWF Presents . . . THE COMING!
WFWF CEO Kris Kash is seen walking through the backstage area. He stops to give instructions to a stage hand. As he continues to walk backstage, there's some an inaudible conversation between him and another producer. This sends Kris into a sprint through the back.
Kris Kash: Get out of my way!
He reaches his office and the door is wide open. His mouth is agape as he sees the WFWF Champion, Josh Dean, sitting at his desk reviewing paperwork. Nikki is running copies off his printer, leaving Kris beside himself.
Kris Kash: What the hell are you two doing?
Josh looks up from his paperwork as Nikki continues to run copies.
Josh Dean: Working, what's it look like? We do have other businesses outside this place, you know.
Kris Kash: But how'd you... I literally just went down to catering.
Josh Dean: Funny, because we've been in here for a good twenty minutes.
Josh reaches to the side and retrieves the WFWF Championship.
Josh Dean: Can we skip the pleasantries, Kris? I'm taking my work on the road since YOU insisted I be here. I, unlike some, like to make sure I stay on top of things so I don't end up dealing with a mess later.
Subtle.
Kris Kash: Josh I... wait... is that my laptop?
Josh Dean: Maybe.
Kris Kash: That's confidential!
Josh Dean: Chill out, Carrot Top. It isn't like I'm going through and altering people's contracts. I'm not as shady as Trace.
Kris takes a deep breath and tries to compose himself.
Josh Dean: You may want to consider running a scan on your hard drive, though. Awful lot of weird porn on there.
And that did it.
Kris Kash: Get out!
Josh Dean: You see, now that's a bit of an issue for me. Show him, Nikki.
Ah those copies Nikki was running now come to the surface. She lays them on the desk and Kris picks them up. His eyes get wide.
Josh Dean: As you can see, in addition to the hefty financial compensation, thank you very much, you gave me to be here, this agreement states that I will have everything I need provided.
Josh smiles.
Josh Dean: The staff was more than happy to accommodate my request for an office.
Kris is steaming mad, and makes no qualms about his plans.
Kris Kash: You're gonna pay for this.
Josh Dean: No I'm not, if you care about having this as part of WFWF programming.
He holds up the WFWF Championship.
Josh Dean: If you gave one solitary f*ck about this company, you'd be more willing to work with me. I mean... what's your other option? Strip me of the title just so you don't have to deal with me? Go ahead, I dare you. Everyone would know that whoever won this title would be nothing more than a paper champion because they didn't beat ME.
Check and mate.
Kris Kash: Arrrgh!
Josh Dean: It's ok, Ed. I'm sure there's some extra room down by the boilers. Or maybe you can set up shop in catering, since you just love to stuff your face.
Kris drops his head.
Josh Dean: Now if you'll excuse me, I really have sh*t to do and Nikki has the production meeting you're no doubt going to remind her of as a way to show authority. So I just saved you the trouble. You're welcome.
Kris's jaw nearly hits the floor.
Josh Dean: Well...bye.
As Kris gets unceremoniously kicked out of his own office, Josh stops him before he reaches the door.
Josh Dean: By the way, I changed your password since the last one was kinda weak. IMJoshDeansB*TCH! No apostrophes, and it's case sensitive. Make sure you don't forget the exclamation point. I want you to feel it everytime you log in.
Josh waves goodbye to Kris, who storms out of the office. Josh grins as Nikki rubs his shoulders from behind.
Nikki Dean: You know you're almost enjoying this too much.
~ ~
As the show opens, he head back to the parking lot where our intrepid reporter Kay Fabe is . . . not there. Instead we’re greeted with a different reporter. He still has a WFWF microphone in hand, clad in an appropriate company blazer.
Good evening. I’m Jasper Matheson. Kay Fabe is out reporting on other matters at the moment, so I’m here in the parking lot to see just who is in this limo.
The back door opens, and out steps Thunder. He’s dressed in a suit and has a briefcase with him. Matheson runs up as soon as the door opens.
Jasper Matheson: Thunder, can we get some words with you about your actions last show, and why you’re here again?
Thunder: Who the hell are you?
Jasper Matheson: Jasper Matheson.
Thunder: That’s a good one. What’s your real name?
Jasper Matheson: That is my real name.
Thunder: Dear god. I guess Kay Fabe must have fallen down a well or something.
Jasper Matheson: Just a busy evening. Would you have time for a few questions?
Thunder: Only if you don’t mind doing an Aaron Sorkin walk and talk.
They start doing just that, walking along. If only the dialogue is as witty as that.
Jasper Matheson: What happened in your meeting with Devilkiller?
Thunder: We had a very productive meeting.
Jasper Matheson: But what was said?
Thunder: It was very productive.
Jasper Matheson: I . . . see. What are you doing here tonight?
Thunder speeds up slightly with a smirk, just to see Jasper struggle to keep up.
Thunder: I have a meeting with Kris Kash tonight. It’s regarding an upcoming WFWF Championship match.
Jasper Matheson: Involving Devilkiller?
Thunder: Bingo. You’re smarter than you look, Jesten.
Jasper Matheson: Does that mean you’re going to be officially managing Devilkiller in his title match?
Thunder: I don’t consider anything official until the paperwork is signed. That door is coming up awfully fast. You better get in your last questions, Juniper.
Jasper Matheson: What are your motives for doing this? Can Devilkiller trust you? Is this just a way to get at Josh Dean?
Thunder: Throwing all the questions out at once. Smart move. I’ve been perfectly clear. I don’t know what everyone’s problem is. This is my last good deed with the WFWF, my penance. I’m here to help someone I’ve wronged in the past, and someone who can be the future of this company. It’s only right to assist Devilkiller if I can.
And as for Josh Dean, why would I have a problem with him? I’ve already beaten him before. Have a good night.
Thunder flashes a big smile and shuts the door, disappearing from sight.
WFWF Presents . . . THE COMING!
After the necessary pyro and ballyhoo, we head to the announce table with Alecia Matthews and Nikki Dean.
Alecia Matthews: Welcome to The Coming! We have an exciting show for you tonight with some appearances from big stars. I'm joined here by Nikki Dean, and I have to ask you right off the bat what you make of Thunder's appearance here tonight. It sounds like he may be managing Devilkiller when he gets his title match.
Nikki Dean: Your guess on his motives is as good as mine, given his track record. But I did notice one interesting thing about his entrance there.
Alecia Matthews: What's that?
Nikki Dean: For such an apparent big meeting and new partnership, Devilkiller is nowhere to be found. We don't know what went on behind closed doors, but we do know that Devilkiller was awfully skeptical of Thunder. And now he's not here. If I was placing my bets, I'd say the number one contender is still a little skeptical of this offer of help he's been given. As he should be.
Alecia Matthews: And any comment on that remark he made about Josh?
Nikki Dean: There's no need to comment on ancient history. If Thunder wants to live in the past, let him do it.
Alecia Matthews: And with that, I understand Kay Fabe is watching some developing action backstage.
We cut backstage to Kay Fabe standing by with a microphone in-hand prepared to address the capacity crowd in the Barclays Center as well as the *indecipherable number* of viewers watching at home.
Kay Fabe: Greetings fans; Kay Fabe here. There's been a lot going on with the WFWF lately; A lot of new developments and frankly a lot of questions as we march on toward our upcoming pay-per-view event "Blood Money" that will emanate live from Saudi Arabia. With everything going on, I thought it was time to get some answers directly from the source; WFWF Owner and General Manager Kris Kash!
With that Kay Fabe gestures toward the camera man to follow and she proceeds toward her right down the hall. She arrives in short order to an unremarkable door adorned with an unremarkable room number but with a poster-board labeled "Office of WFWF Owner Kris Kash" fixed to the center. Kris Kash is not in there for . . . obvious reasons. But from behind the door next to that room, some sounds are emanating. Fabe nods to the camera man assuringly and moves forward to knock however as her palm braces against the door it swings open having been left accidentally unlatched. Though only opening less than a foot wide, the WFWF Owner Kris Kash is visible behind a large conference room table, having a rather animated conversation on the phone. Voyeuristically, both Kay Fabe and the camera move in closer to overhear at least one end of this private conversation.
Kris Kash: Slow down... Listen we can... I understand... I.. Listen, listen...
The WFWF Owner's cadence staccato in nature as he sounds to be aiming to wrest control back in the dialogue. He briefly pauses, soaking in the words on the other end as much as waiting for an optimal moment to take control over the conversation.
Kris Kash: Listen I fully understand what The Prince is saying and... I acknowledge his concerns as far as... Kash nods his head almost begrudgingly ... star power... but I have the roster I have... I mean I can't just magically make... Long pause, Kash nodding. ...Sure that's great on paper but between the logistics and payouts that would cost... Kash pauses once again, his eyebrows crinkling inward inquisitively. ...Elaborate on what you mean by no object? Another pause, this time his eyebrows raising upward in visible surprise. ... Well... I guess the ball's in my court, I'll see what I can do on that front but beyond that...
It is at this moment that a voice enters the situation not from within the confines of the office but from behind our point of view.
"What are you doing?"
Both Kay Fabe and if the shaking of the camera is any indication, the camera man are visibly startled by this interruption prompting a sudden 90 degree turn to the culprit finding standing before them the former WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, Tag Team Champion, and Hall of Famer DGX. He eyes Kay Fabe up and down; His typical smug, bemused, and clearly unimpressed look on his face.
DGX: I'm not a lawyer but I think that's a felony in some states.
Between the commotion and the lacking in any way concern of being overhead volume of DGX's speech, Kris Kash is made aware of the situation in front of his office door.
Kris Kash: Listen I have a situation here on my end... I'll call you back soon. The WFWF owner hangs up the phone and rushes to the mob of people in front of him. What exactly is going on here?
For a brief moment, the spotlight is on Kay Fabe who is visibly looking for the right words to explain her behavior. DGX, however, offers her a lifeline via his complete disinterest in her situation prolonging any further his being the center of the situation. He steps between Kay Fabe and Kris Kash and addresses the WFWF Owner directly.
DGX: Yeah good times... anyway... The brief and clearly compulsory levity in DGX's tone is immediately replaced by a cutting to the chase terseness found most often when DGX is looking to negotiate. ... We need to talk.
Kris Kash opens his mouth as if to speak however he cuts himself off before uttering so much as a syllable. His face contorts in a manner indicative of the germination of an idea followed shortly by an optimistic expression indicative that the ideal person to suit his needs appears to be standing right before him.
Kris Kash: I... agree.... Join me in my, well it's not quite my office. But this will do.
Kash ushers for DGX to enter the room, for which the in-ring legend obliges; His body language confident and validated. With that, Kash follows directly behind DGX and securely closes his office door before Kay Fabe can say anything. With that, she looks toward the camera.
Kay Fabe: Well that was... interesting... And I suppose all we're going to get for now. In that case, that's all for me right now. This has been Kay Fabe!
Fade.
As we head back to ringside, Napoleon Weisgarber is in the ring with Jasper Matheson. He's waving to the crowd, who boos him vociferously.
Alecia Matthews: Don't we have a commercial break we can go to?
Nikki Dean: If only we were so lucky.
Jasper Matheson: I'm here with Napoleon Weisgarber.
BOOOOOOOOOOO
Jasper Matheson: Who is here tonight to issue an open challenge.
BOOOOOOOOOOO
Jasper Matheson: Is that correct?
Napoleon Weisgarber: That's right!
BOOOOOOOOOOO
Napoleon Weisgarber: I'm sick of this locker room being afraid of me!
BOOOOOOOOOOO
Jasper Matheson: That is a bold statement to say the least. Snopes might have an issue with that.
Napoleon Weisgarber: Didn't one of their founders plagiarize articles?
Jasper Matheson: Never mind. What are you hoping to accomplish tonight with this open challenge?
Napoleon Weisgarber: It's quite simple. You see, it's just about time for me to finally--
Everything stops for a moment as the lights in the whole arena go off. They're only out for a few seconds. When they return, Napoleon is briefly flustered but continues.
Napoleon Weisgarber: That was weird. Like I was saying, it's about time I . . .
Napoleon pauses. He realizes for the first time that the person holding the microphone is no longer Jasper Matheson. It's now a masked figure, clad all in black. The figure drops the microphone and uses that hand to grab Napoleon by the throat. The force causes Napoleon to drop to his knees. Once there, the figure grabs him and spikes him with a piledriver. The lights go out again. One word flashes on the screen.
FANTOMAS
The lights come back. The figure is gone and Matheson has returned to the ring, also laid out.
Nikki Dean: What on earth was that?
Alecia Matthews: That must be that figure that has shown up before, promising to make a surprise appearance.
Nikki Dean: He certainly did. Napoleon never saw . . . Fantomas coming.
Alecia Matthews: We'll be back after we scrape him out of the ring.
We fade onto the backstage area, particularly with WFWF's resident backstage reporter Kay Fabe standing with EBR in front of his locker room.
Kay Fabe: Kay Fabe here, standing with EBR.
As you can see, the previous description was in fact accurate.
Kay Fabe: For the past two months rumors and speculation have been swirling regarding what your involvement will be at the next WFWF Pay-Per-View dubbed "Blood Money". Tonight, we can confirm that your match will officially be announced!
A modest round of applause from the fans watching on the Jumbo Tron.
EBR: That is correct, Kay.
Kay Fabe: Now, there's been a lot of talk regarding just what that match might be and who it will be against. Any predictions?
EBR: I don't know if you've been informed, and hopefully I'm not letting the cat out of the bag here, but I will be participating in the main event for that particular show on that particular evening ... or afternoon if you're watching in North America. I'm not sure what the time would be if you're watching in Europe ... that might be the next day ...?
He looks at Kay Fabe for clarification.
Kay Fabe: I'm not entirely sure, but it was previously confirmed you would be in the main event, yes.
EBR: Mmhmm ... so ... I certainly think it stands to reason with it being the main event in what has been promoted as being one of the biggest shows in WFWF history ... we'll be seeing me challenge for the Heavyweight Championship against Josh Dean.
There's a pop from the crowd as EBR nods slowly, Kay Fabe looking at him in confusion.
Kay Fabe: About that ... it's to my understanding that Josh Dean is already scheduled to defend his Heavyweight Championship against Devilkiller.
Cocking his head in skepticism, EBR responds.
EBR: But is he?
Kay Fabe: From all indications ... yes.
EBR: Is he?
There's a silence from Kay Fabe.
Kay Fabe: Do you know something ...?
EBR: No, not at all. I have not officially been told who my match would be against and I'll know at the same time everyone else does tonight, but ... again, I was told how big of an event they wanted it to be. We have a great roster here in the WFWF and a lot of talented folks share this locker room.
Kay Fabe looks at the sign on the door which specifically reads "EBR", drawing his attention.
EBR: Okay, maybe not literally this one ... but a different locker room. I'm sure there's a lot of potential great matches I could have with various individuals ... but realistically, is there a bigger match that could involve me then facing Josh Dean for a chance to win my fourth Heavyweight Championship?
He holds up his arms innocently.
EBR: Look, I'm just reading the tea leaves here and telling you what I see and what makes the most sense. So if you're gambling man or woman? Josh Dean vs. EBR is the safe and smart bet. Also, if you're a gambler ... please do so responsibly. It can ruin lives. Don't let it tear apart your family.
He nods at Kay.
Kay Fabe: Sound advice from EBR here tonight. Anyways, if it's all right with you I'd like to check in with you later tonight to get your thoughts when it gets officially announced?
EBR: Of course. I'll just be here chilling and watching the show. The door is always open, or at worst slightly ajar. Anyone who wants to drop by and hang is free to do so ... actually, I probably am going to close it ... so you know ... just knock first.
Kay Fabe: Will do.
EBR: A bit of a preview though? Facing Josh Dean, in a high profile match, for the Heavyweight Championship? Pleased. I will be pleased. How pleased? You'll have to tune in to find out ... also, I was strongly encouraged to help promote "Blood Money" so yeah ... be sure to tune in for that, too. It's gonna be a good show. Word.
Kay Fabe: Actually on that same subject and since I have you here ... what is your response to the negative reaction that has been percolating regarding the WFWF's involvement in a show that has been organized and funded by the Saudi Arabian government and specifically your participation in what some critics have dubbed an act of propaganda?
EBR: That's ... well ... that's a real complex question, Kay.
He takes a long pause.
Kay Fabe: ...?
A very long pause.
EBR: I think ... look ... the world isn't perfect by any stretch, you know? ... And one of the big byproducts of that ... imperfection ... is that it's also very grey ... like ... it's not so black and white, you know? ... So I think what we have to realize ... and when I say we I really do mean all of us ... we have to realize ... have to understand that the world is very different in different parts of the world ... so what we presume is correct ... and fair ... and right ... isn't how it is in other places, you know? ... Like, we need to acknowledge that difference ... but by acknowledging it ... we're not saying we like it ... or agree with it ... or condone it ... we're just saying that yes ... we acknowledge that it's different. Like, I have my opinions ... and you have your opinions ... and other people have their .. uh ... opinions ... and what I think what you ... me ... all of us, really ... have to do is listen to other people ... like, really listen, you know? ... It's like if we do that ... like really do that ... then we can reach other ... uh ... people ... and maybe can have a better world ...
After a silence, Kay looks to respond but is cut off.
EBR: ... For uh ... for everyone ... we all just need to earnestly do everything in our power to enliven the lives of other people ... and once we do that ... we grow ... and can become our best selves ...
After several seconds, Kay slowly raises her microphone to her mouth.
Kay Fabe: Certainly some food for thought -
EBR: And when we become our best selves ... that's when the world becomes its best self ... and only then can we really ... truly ... have world peace.
Kay Fabe: ... Elegantly said. This is Kay Fabe, back to you, Alecia and Nikki!
We cut back to the announce table.
Alecia Matthews: A lot of interesting comments from EBR there.
Nikki Dean: Or a lot of words, at least. Blood Money should certainly be a huge show, especially as the card develops. Are you excited for the show, Alecia?
Alecia Matthews: Well, the matches for sure. But as of the rest of it . . . well, there's some obvious problems here.
Nikki Dean: Speaking of obvious problems, I've unfortunately been informed that we must play the following video package.
WFWF Presents Blood Money!
Live from beautiful rich Saudi Arabia!
Join us live on pay-per-view, or . . .
. . . Take advantage of the hotel and suite packages offered by WFWF!
Be there in person in a Kris Kash suite! Experience the joy and wonder of Saudi Arabia. All are welcome!*
*Some exclusions may apply.
Alecia Matthews: Welcome to The Coming! We have an exciting show for you tonight with some appearances from big stars. I'm joined here by Nikki Dean, and I have to ask you right off the bat what you make of Thunder's appearance here tonight. It sounds like he may be managing Devilkiller when he gets his title match.
Nikki Dean: Your guess on his motives is as good as mine, given his track record. But I did notice one interesting thing about his entrance there.
Alecia Matthews: What's that?
Nikki Dean: For such an apparent big meeting and new partnership, Devilkiller is nowhere to be found. We don't know what went on behind closed doors, but we do know that Devilkiller was awfully skeptical of Thunder. And now he's not here. If I was placing my bets, I'd say the number one contender is still a little skeptical of this offer of help he's been given. As he should be.
Alecia Matthews: And any comment on that remark he made about Josh?
Nikki Dean: There's no need to comment on ancient history. If Thunder wants to live in the past, let him do it.
Alecia Matthews: And with that, I understand Kay Fabe is watching some developing action backstage.
We cut backstage to Kay Fabe standing by with a microphone in-hand prepared to address the capacity crowd in the Barclays Center as well as the *indecipherable number* of viewers watching at home.
Kay Fabe: Greetings fans; Kay Fabe here. There's been a lot going on with the WFWF lately; A lot of new developments and frankly a lot of questions as we march on toward our upcoming pay-per-view event "Blood Money" that will emanate live from Saudi Arabia. With everything going on, I thought it was time to get some answers directly from the source; WFWF Owner and General Manager Kris Kash!
With that Kay Fabe gestures toward the camera man to follow and she proceeds toward her right down the hall. She arrives in short order to an unremarkable door adorned with an unremarkable room number but with a poster-board labeled "Office of WFWF Owner Kris Kash" fixed to the center. Kris Kash is not in there for . . . obvious reasons. But from behind the door next to that room, some sounds are emanating. Fabe nods to the camera man assuringly and moves forward to knock however as her palm braces against the door it swings open having been left accidentally unlatched. Though only opening less than a foot wide, the WFWF Owner Kris Kash is visible behind a large conference room table, having a rather animated conversation on the phone. Voyeuristically, both Kay Fabe and the camera move in closer to overhear at least one end of this private conversation.
Kris Kash: Slow down... Listen we can... I understand... I.. Listen, listen...
The WFWF Owner's cadence staccato in nature as he sounds to be aiming to wrest control back in the dialogue. He briefly pauses, soaking in the words on the other end as much as waiting for an optimal moment to take control over the conversation.
Kris Kash: Listen I fully understand what The Prince is saying and... I acknowledge his concerns as far as... Kash nods his head almost begrudgingly ... star power... but I have the roster I have... I mean I can't just magically make... Long pause, Kash nodding. ...Sure that's great on paper but between the logistics and payouts that would cost... Kash pauses once again, his eyebrows crinkling inward inquisitively. ...Elaborate on what you mean by no object? Another pause, this time his eyebrows raising upward in visible surprise. ... Well... I guess the ball's in my court, I'll see what I can do on that front but beyond that...
It is at this moment that a voice enters the situation not from within the confines of the office but from behind our point of view.
"What are you doing?"
Both Kay Fabe and if the shaking of the camera is any indication, the camera man are visibly startled by this interruption prompting a sudden 90 degree turn to the culprit finding standing before them the former WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, Tag Team Champion, and Hall of Famer DGX. He eyes Kay Fabe up and down; His typical smug, bemused, and clearly unimpressed look on his face.
DGX: I'm not a lawyer but I think that's a felony in some states.
Between the commotion and the lacking in any way concern of being overhead volume of DGX's speech, Kris Kash is made aware of the situation in front of his office door.
Kris Kash: Listen I have a situation here on my end... I'll call you back soon. The WFWF owner hangs up the phone and rushes to the mob of people in front of him. What exactly is going on here?
For a brief moment, the spotlight is on Kay Fabe who is visibly looking for the right words to explain her behavior. DGX, however, offers her a lifeline via his complete disinterest in her situation prolonging any further his being the center of the situation. He steps between Kay Fabe and Kris Kash and addresses the WFWF Owner directly.
DGX: Yeah good times... anyway... The brief and clearly compulsory levity in DGX's tone is immediately replaced by a cutting to the chase terseness found most often when DGX is looking to negotiate. ... We need to talk.
Kris Kash opens his mouth as if to speak however he cuts himself off before uttering so much as a syllable. His face contorts in a manner indicative of the germination of an idea followed shortly by an optimistic expression indicative that the ideal person to suit his needs appears to be standing right before him.
Kris Kash: I... agree.... Join me in my, well it's not quite my office. But this will do.
Kash ushers for DGX to enter the room, for which the in-ring legend obliges; His body language confident and validated. With that, Kash follows directly behind DGX and securely closes his office door before Kay Fabe can say anything. With that, she looks toward the camera.
Kay Fabe: Well that was... interesting... And I suppose all we're going to get for now. In that case, that's all for me right now. This has been Kay Fabe!
Fade.
As we head back to ringside, Napoleon Weisgarber is in the ring with Jasper Matheson. He's waving to the crowd, who boos him vociferously.
Alecia Matthews: Don't we have a commercial break we can go to?
Nikki Dean: If only we were so lucky.
Jasper Matheson: I'm here with Napoleon Weisgarber.
BOOOOOOOOOOO
Jasper Matheson: Who is here tonight to issue an open challenge.
BOOOOOOOOOOO
Jasper Matheson: Is that correct?
Napoleon Weisgarber: That's right!
BOOOOOOOOOOO
Napoleon Weisgarber: I'm sick of this locker room being afraid of me!
BOOOOOOOOOOO
Jasper Matheson: That is a bold statement to say the least. Snopes might have an issue with that.
Napoleon Weisgarber: Didn't one of their founders plagiarize articles?
Jasper Matheson: Never mind. What are you hoping to accomplish tonight with this open challenge?
Napoleon Weisgarber: It's quite simple. You see, it's just about time for me to finally--
Everything stops for a moment as the lights in the whole arena go off. They're only out for a few seconds. When they return, Napoleon is briefly flustered but continues.
Napoleon Weisgarber: That was weird. Like I was saying, it's about time I . . .
Napoleon pauses. He realizes for the first time that the person holding the microphone is no longer Jasper Matheson. It's now a masked figure, clad all in black. The figure drops the microphone and uses that hand to grab Napoleon by the throat. The force causes Napoleon to drop to his knees. Once there, the figure grabs him and spikes him with a piledriver. The lights go out again. One word flashes on the screen.
FANTOMAS
The lights come back. The figure is gone and Matheson has returned to the ring, also laid out.
Nikki Dean: What on earth was that?
Alecia Matthews: That must be that figure that has shown up before, promising to make a surprise appearance.
Nikki Dean: He certainly did. Napoleon never saw . . . Fantomas coming.
Alecia Matthews: We'll be back after we scrape him out of the ring.
We fade onto the backstage area, particularly with WFWF's resident backstage reporter Kay Fabe standing with EBR in front of his locker room.
Kay Fabe: Kay Fabe here, standing with EBR.
As you can see, the previous description was in fact accurate.
Kay Fabe: For the past two months rumors and speculation have been swirling regarding what your involvement will be at the next WFWF Pay-Per-View dubbed "Blood Money". Tonight, we can confirm that your match will officially be announced!
A modest round of applause from the fans watching on the Jumbo Tron.
EBR: That is correct, Kay.
Kay Fabe: Now, there's been a lot of talk regarding just what that match might be and who it will be against. Any predictions?
EBR: I don't know if you've been informed, and hopefully I'm not letting the cat out of the bag here, but I will be participating in the main event for that particular show on that particular evening ... or afternoon if you're watching in North America. I'm not sure what the time would be if you're watching in Europe ... that might be the next day ...?
He looks at Kay Fabe for clarification.
Kay Fabe: I'm not entirely sure, but it was previously confirmed you would be in the main event, yes.
EBR: Mmhmm ... so ... I certainly think it stands to reason with it being the main event in what has been promoted as being one of the biggest shows in WFWF history ... we'll be seeing me challenge for the Heavyweight Championship against Josh Dean.
There's a pop from the crowd as EBR nods slowly, Kay Fabe looking at him in confusion.
Kay Fabe: About that ... it's to my understanding that Josh Dean is already scheduled to defend his Heavyweight Championship against Devilkiller.
Cocking his head in skepticism, EBR responds.
EBR: But is he?
Kay Fabe: From all indications ... yes.
EBR: Is he?
There's a silence from Kay Fabe.
Kay Fabe: Do you know something ...?
EBR: No, not at all. I have not officially been told who my match would be against and I'll know at the same time everyone else does tonight, but ... again, I was told how big of an event they wanted it to be. We have a great roster here in the WFWF and a lot of talented folks share this locker room.
Kay Fabe looks at the sign on the door which specifically reads "EBR", drawing his attention.
EBR: Okay, maybe not literally this one ... but a different locker room. I'm sure there's a lot of potential great matches I could have with various individuals ... but realistically, is there a bigger match that could involve me then facing Josh Dean for a chance to win my fourth Heavyweight Championship?
He holds up his arms innocently.
EBR: Look, I'm just reading the tea leaves here and telling you what I see and what makes the most sense. So if you're gambling man or woman? Josh Dean vs. EBR is the safe and smart bet. Also, if you're a gambler ... please do so responsibly. It can ruin lives. Don't let it tear apart your family.
He nods at Kay.
Kay Fabe: Sound advice from EBR here tonight. Anyways, if it's all right with you I'd like to check in with you later tonight to get your thoughts when it gets officially announced?
EBR: Of course. I'll just be here chilling and watching the show. The door is always open, or at worst slightly ajar. Anyone who wants to drop by and hang is free to do so ... actually, I probably am going to close it ... so you know ... just knock first.
Kay Fabe: Will do.
EBR: A bit of a preview though? Facing Josh Dean, in a high profile match, for the Heavyweight Championship? Pleased. I will be pleased. How pleased? You'll have to tune in to find out ... also, I was strongly encouraged to help promote "Blood Money" so yeah ... be sure to tune in for that, too. It's gonna be a good show. Word.
Kay Fabe: Actually on that same subject and since I have you here ... what is your response to the negative reaction that has been percolating regarding the WFWF's involvement in a show that has been organized and funded by the Saudi Arabian government and specifically your participation in what some critics have dubbed an act of propaganda?
EBR: That's ... well ... that's a real complex question, Kay.
He takes a long pause.
Kay Fabe: ...?
A very long pause.
EBR: I think ... look ... the world isn't perfect by any stretch, you know? ... And one of the big byproducts of that ... imperfection ... is that it's also very grey ... like ... it's not so black and white, you know? ... So I think what we have to realize ... and when I say we I really do mean all of us ... we have to realize ... have to understand that the world is very different in different parts of the world ... so what we presume is correct ... and fair ... and right ... isn't how it is in other places, you know? ... Like, we need to acknowledge that difference ... but by acknowledging it ... we're not saying we like it ... or agree with it ... or condone it ... we're just saying that yes ... we acknowledge that it's different. Like, I have my opinions ... and you have your opinions ... and other people have their .. uh ... opinions ... and what I think what you ... me ... all of us, really ... have to do is listen to other people ... like, really listen, you know? ... It's like if we do that ... like really do that ... then we can reach other ... uh ... people ... and maybe can have a better world ...
After a silence, Kay looks to respond but is cut off.
EBR: ... For uh ... for everyone ... we all just need to earnestly do everything in our power to enliven the lives of other people ... and once we do that ... we grow ... and can become our best selves ...
After several seconds, Kay slowly raises her microphone to her mouth.
Kay Fabe: Certainly some food for thought -
EBR: And when we become our best selves ... that's when the world becomes its best self ... and only then can we really ... truly ... have world peace.
Kay Fabe: ... Elegantly said. This is Kay Fabe, back to you, Alecia and Nikki!
We cut back to the announce table.
Alecia Matthews: A lot of interesting comments from EBR there.
Nikki Dean: Or a lot of words, at least. Blood Money should certainly be a huge show, especially as the card develops. Are you excited for the show, Alecia?
Alecia Matthews: Well, the matches for sure. But as of the rest of it . . . well, there's some obvious problems here.
Nikki Dean: Speaking of obvious problems, I've unfortunately been informed that we must play the following video package.
WFWF Presents Blood Money!
Live from beautiful rich Saudi Arabia!
Join us live on pay-per-view, or . . .
. . . Take advantage of the hotel and suite packages offered by WFWF!
Be there in person in a Kris Kash suite! Experience the joy and wonder of Saudi Arabia. All are welcome!*
*Some exclusions may apply.
We cut to the back. Thunder is seen walking backstage through the catering corridor. He's all smiles as he passes through the production hallway. Finally he stops and chuckles.
Thunder: I heard someone say you were in here. I had to see for myself whether it was true or not.
The camera pans out to see that Thunder had indeed walked into Kris Kash's office only to find the WFWF Champion, Josh Dean, seated behind the desk instead. The crowd cheers as the champion stands up and retrieves the title before greeting his old rival.
Josh Dean: And I knew it'd be a matter of time before we found ourselves crossing paths again.
Josh extends a hand, which Thunder hesitantly shakes. You can tell the two legends are sizing each other up.
Josh Dean: So let's cut to the chase, Mikey. You anglin' for a chance to get back in the title hunt too?
Thunder: I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.
Josh Dean: Really?
Thunder: Yup. You haven't even had a title defense yet, and you're already this paranoid about who's in line? At this rate, it won't be long before you snap from all the pressure.
Josh Dean: Think it's that easy, huh?
Thunder: Well, I have held that belt three times. If anyone knows what it's like... it's me.
Josh Dean: And what exactly is it like?
Thunder: Well, I don't need to tell you what the media's been saying. How your title reigns have both been kinda questionable. And that must be tough to swallow considering you've ended the two longest title reigns in this company's history. It's almost as if, even despite your talent and those accomplishments, you've still got to prove yourself.
That draws Josh's ire.
Josh Dean: Yeah, what about your boy's credentials? Awful lot of noise being made about his case for a shot.
Thunder: Yeah... by one guy trying to find his lost glory.
Thunder smirks.
Thunder: But don't you worry about that. Devilkiller will be ready for you.
Josh Dean: Oh he'll be ready... for the 2007 version of me you have intel on.
Thunder's smirk is immediately taken aback.
Josh Dean: That's why you took him on, false confidence. But you can't be so dense as to think I haven't evolved... just because you didn't.
Ouch. The crowd "ohs" from the dig. Raise your hand if you knew it was going this direction.
Thunder: Kinda hard to think otherwise when you still act like the brat you were back then.
Josh Dean: Yeah that seems to be the common pattern with people refusing to think. Isaac made that mistake, and look what happened to him. And now you're putting this kid in a situation YOU aren't ready for by claiming to have the Midas Touch.
Josh takes a step towards Thunder.
Josh Dean: So don't insult my intelligence with this looking out for the company bullsh*t you're feeding him. I know you're looking for an easy mark to add to your collection like you always do, no doubt staying in Raggedy Andy's ear as much as E is. But what you're gonna end up doing is getting him hurt.
Josh holds up the WFWF Championship slightly, and Thunder can not help by look at it.
Josh Dean: Because I got news for you, Mikey. This ain't Riverdale and Archie doesn't call the shots around here. I do, because you know as well as me the champ has the true stroke.
Josh drops the title back on his shoulder. Thunder has still not taken his eye off it.
Josh Dean: But maybe I got it wrong and you are telling the truth.
Thunder: I am.
Josh Dean: Then let me make myself perfectly clear. If you even try to interfere with the match, he won't be the only one getting hurt.
Thunder: Noted.
Josh smiles before patting Thunder on the shoulder.
Josh Dean: Good to see you. It really was great catching up.
Thunder nods and realizes his conversation with the Architect is over for now. He backs away and and finally takes his eye off the WFWF Championship before turning and exiting the office.
Nikki Dean: Well that was intense.
Alecia Matthews: The enemies are coming from all sides for your husband. He may want to consider changing his approach.