Nick Victory Vs. St. Anger PPV

[Mr. Cameron (President)]

-This match is for the R.O.F. Heavyweight Championship of the world.
-All posts for this match to be posted here.
-500 word minimum, all posts will be read carefully
-Deadline will be Friday @ Midnight

[Nick Victory]

***Scene opens in front of CWF headquarters. The Ring if Fire world heavyweight champion, the Professor of Excellence Nick Victory is waiting, with world title in hand, for the ROF cameraman to get ready***

VICTORY: Are we rolling?

CAMERAMAN: Yeah. Can we make this quick? I don't want any of those CWF goons to catch us out here.

VICTORY: Relax Sally! You're here with the Professor. If anyone comes out here, I can handle it.

CAMERAMAN: I'm sure you can. But I would feel alot better if we were out of here

VICTORY: Ok ok... Geez! Let's get started

*** Victory stops to collect his thoughts. He then looks up with a disgusted look on his face***

VICTORY: Good lord! What is that smell?!

CAMERAMAN: I don't know! I've been smelling it since we got here. It's awful.

VICTORY: It is quite pungeant. You sure this is the CWF headquarters? Because it smells like a sewage treatment plant!

CAMERAMAN: It says "CWF main offices" on the door.

VICTORY: Well, it figures it would smell like this here. Lord knows the CWF wrestlers have been stinking up arenas across the country.

CAMERAMAN: They are pretty terrible. Now can we PLEASE get on with this champ?

VICTORY: Alright, sure.

CAMERAMAN: And... action!

VICTORY: Here we are! CWF headquarters! You're probably asking yourself. "Nick Victory, you are the ROF world champion. What on earth are you doing at CWF headquarters?" Well I'm going to tell you why. You see, the Professor is a big enough man to admit when he is wrong. And I have to admit. I was dead wrong when I said you CWF boys didn't have any balls. What you guys did took HUGE balls. "What am I talking about?" you ask. Was it when you fellas kidnapped poor Lewy Cox, and used him as a bargaining chip to get what you want?... Nah. Was it when you jumped the Icon-Outlaw and myself after our Chicago streetfight? No. That was more stupid than ballsey. No, what you boys did is WAY more amazing than either one of those things. You no-talent hacks actually have the "balls" to call yourselves the "Four Horsemen" The fact you four idiots think you can compare yourselves to the greatest faction in the history of our business is mind boggling. I knew the original Horsemen when they were at thier best! Hell, in 1988, they asked yours truly to take Ole Anderson's spot. But Crocket promotions, who ran WCW back then, couldn't afford the Professor's services. So they had to go with option B. The "Total Package" Lex Luger. Don't get me wrong, Luger is a damn handsome man(wink wink). But he was never in the same league as the Professor. So you see boys. I know better than anybody just how elite the horsemen were. And you four sacks of crap couldn't carry thier boots!
Let's take a moment and take a look at the four "men" who would dare call themselves the Horsemen... First you got A.J. Fox and Society's Nightmare. In the CWF you two are a couple of big deals. In the ROF, or any other company worth a damn, you two would be working dark matches. Or probably the concession stand. You're a couple of no-talent half wits. And at HELL ON EARTH, Stardust and the Rock are gonna make you two wish you stayed in the CWF! And that brings me to the CWF champion, Randy Orton... Randy, you aren't half the man your dad was. And I used to beat his ass on a regular basis. And now you have the unenviable task of defending your title against the Game, Triple H. I've been in the ring with the Game. I got news for you Rand-o. You're in for a LOOONNG night. The Game is a bad, bad man. And I got a feeling he's going to give you the beating of your miserable life.
And that leaves us with... St. Anger. Besides being named after the worst Metallica album to date. He is the biggest, and the baddest of "The Horsemen". Anger, you say I've never faced anyone like you before. Well, I beg to differ. You're just like all the rest. I can see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice. You know, deep down inside, that you are out of your league. So you bow up, make yourself seem tougher than what you really are. Trying to convince YOURSELF that you have a chance against the Professor.
You see this Anger?!(Victory holds up the world title) This says I am the VERY BEST this business has to offer. And I didn't win it in a poker game, I didn't get it in the mail. I got it beating people up. People just like you, St. Anger. So lace up those boots real tight. Get your head straight big man. Because at HELL ON EARTH you are going to be in the ring with the greatest big match performer in wrestling today! As a matter of fact, I can already hear the bell ringing. And you know what it means when that bell rings, big boy... Class is about to begin.

(fade)

[St. Anger]

*The FOUR HORSEMEN are inside CWF headquarters, just getting out of a conference meeting with CWF president, KRULL. They have Lewy Cox Cameron with them, with a gag in his mouth and his hands tied together. They take turns at pushing the retard forward as they walk. Randy Orton holds the CWF title over his left shoulder, wearing his "Legend Killer" T-shirt. Societies Nightmare is clad in his black and gold genes and sleeveless T-shirt, revealing his massive "24 inch pythons. AJ Fox walks right beside him in his street clothes and a white muscle shirt. And then there's the leader of the pack.......St. Anger! Without a shirt and in his blue genes. Revealing his broad chest and his muscular build. The men are clearly out of character for the first time ever.*

St. Anger: "Did you guys see that chump, Dick Victory, Running his mouth about the "Original" four Horsemen? What boat did he fall out of. He's struttin' around, outside of our building, wandering what stinks. Hell, it Was Him, with the damn wind blowing back in his face!! Who the hell does he think he is anyway, coming on our turf............Oh, Wait....let me guess.....Because we were at ROF headquarters I suppose. How original."

*St. Anger stops in his tracks and turns around to speak to the other Horsemen.*

St. Anger: "I want you all to listen to me......hey, AJ, Over here guy......good. After Hell on Earth, when I am crowned the new ROF heavyweight champion and I leave Nick Victory in a pool of his own blood once again.....and you two (Points at Societies Nightmare and AJ Fox) beat that weird ass homosexual, Stardust......and the Rock....and capture the world tagteam titles. The ROF will be forced to close the doors.....once again. And Randy, with all do respect, you represent the CWF and you BETTER take out Triple H.....You understand me?"

*Randy Orton rubs his CWF world title and shakes his head yes. St. Anger then turns and looks hard into the camera*

St. Anger: "Nick, you can venture back in time all you want, and talk about how things were in 1988 until your blue in the face. But the fact of the matter is, this is 2008 and we are bigger and better than any of the 20 four horsemen there ever was. While your on your little time travel trip, Stop of in 1994 when I beat Lex Lugar for the FWO world heavyweight title, and he was never heard from again. (Wink Wink). Let me give you a nickles worth of free advice, chump, stop living in the past......where you were in your prime......and start seeing today for what it is. Your time is up, and at Hell on Earth....I plan to put the final nail in your coffin. You boast about how you are the best there is in the ROF......well, this may be true.......but only because of a lack of options. I mean, have you taken a look at the ROF roster? How pathetic can it be?"

*St. Anger stops becuase he notices AJ Fox is staring at the poster on the wall of the Four Horsemen of today*

St. Anger: "Look at us AJ, are we not the best damn thing that came out of professional wrestling or what? Now, would you gentlemen excuse me for a minute while I say something in private to Nick Victory, just stay right here...."

*St. Anger motions for the camera to follow him into a secluded area*

St. Anger: "You know something Nick, polish that title up real nice for me. And start making arrangements for retirement. I'm not out to just beat you for that title, I'm out to destroy you! I won't stop until your lifeless body is laid out in the middle of the ring, laying in a pool of your own blood. I know your going to bring everything you've got......and I hope you do. It would be a dissappointment otherwise. Now, I know two people are paying close attention to what I have to say, and I want them to hear this loud and clear. IF any body from the ROF roster tries to be the hero of the day (Wink Wink), just rest assure that the four horsemen are prepaired for such a thing. If I was Michael Cameron, I would not only start cleaning out Lewy's office, but I would start cleaning out his own office and looking forward to life on a golf course down in Miami somewhere. We're not out to just win.......We're out to destroy!!!!!!"

(End of scene because St. Anger Shatters the camera)

[Alfonso Sharp]

Alfonso Sharp is walking down the hall at ROF studios and knocks on the ROF World Champion Nick Victory's door. Sharp walks in and past the secretary, she tries to stop him, but Sharp keeps going and walks in on the Champ Talking to some ROF guys.

Victory: Who in the hell do you think you are?

Sharp: (putting his IC title on his shoulder) Look, I'm not here to start anything you got it Champ. I won't lie, that ROF World title looks pretty damn tempting, which in a way is why I'm here. I think pretty much everyone here in ROF can agree with me for once, Good Luck Champ...IF you need us, were all here to back you up (Sharp offers his hand), and if you need anything, let me know, because we're not going to let these CWF A$$HOLES take anything that belongs to us. ROF is the place to be and they know it.

Eventually Nick shakes hands with Sharp and Sharp walks out leaving Nick staring at the World title with a smile on his face

[Nick Victory]

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF THE WORLD CHAMP

By Burt Kimble

As senior reporter for the Wrestling Inquisitor. I will from time to time recieve an assignment that truly makes me happy that I chose this profession. For more than twentytwo years I have chronicled the career of the man people call the "Professor of Excellence". I've had the pleasure of covering several huge matches throughout the career of Nick Victory. And now, the day before what may be the biggest match of his career. I have the honor of joining the Ring of Fire world heavyweight champion as he prepares to not only defend his world title, but ensure the very existance of the promotion he so proudly works for.

My day begins at four o'clock in the morning. On the tarmac at Los Angeles International airport. I await, sleepy eyed and lathargic, as a black, stretch limo pulls right up to the "Victory Express". Climbing out of the limo is the "usual suspects"...Ms. Lovechild, Ephram Goldstien and, of course, the champ himself.
"Look alive, Burt ol' boy. We got a busy day ahead of us" Victory says to me with a devilish smile on his face. The champ's sporting a beautiful Amani suit, that's probably worth more than what I spend on clothes in a year.

I'm still trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes as we take off for the wild blue yonder. Ms. Lovechild, the champ's loyal assistant, is already on her blackberry. Communicating back and forth with a representative from Sony about a possible Playstation3 video game featuring the Professor. Nick, himself, is on the phone doing an interview with a radio station in Dayton, Ohio, site of the upcoming ROF PPV "HELL ON EARTH". The champ laughs as he answers the D.J.'s questions. He exudes such confidence. You would never guess the future of the entire Ring of Fire promotion rests squarely on his shoulders.

I suppose I shouldn't be suprised. Nick Victory has been the picture of confidence his entire career. And I should know. My first assignment as a cub reporter for the Inquisitor was to cover the debut match of a young wrestler who was already creating a stir in a company called the IWA. He defeated a crusty veteran named Mike Pelkey in under five minutes. You wouldn't have guessed in a million years that it was Nick Victory's first pro match. His charisma and ability immediatly commanded the respect from the fans and wrestlers alike. And he's had it ever since

"How much longer till' we get to Dayton?" The Professor asks. "About two hours champ". With that Victory walks to the back of the jet where there is a rack of dumbells of varying degrees of mass. The champ strips down to his boxers and tee shirt. He starts stretching and warming up. "When you're on this kind of schedule, you got to do what you can when you can. You know what I mean Burt?" Victory grabs two very large dumbells and begins doing arm curls. "Um... yeah" I reply. Are you kidding me?! Nick Victory works out at twenty thousand feet?! You can't make stuff like this up.

I figure now is as good as time as any to ask the champ about his title defense against CWF superstar, St. Anger. "He's big, strong and nasty" the champ responds between sets. "Nothing new to me, Burt. I just have to make sure I keep my wits about me and wrestle my kind of match." After some shoulder presses, I bring up the fact that ROF had to close thier doors once before because of the CWF. "Not on my watch." he responds. "There is no way me or any of the other guys on the ROF roster are going to let that happen again. There's just too much talent here. The CWF just doesn't have the stroke to put us out of business. That will become clear to everyone at HELL ON EARTH. We are a better run company, with better wrestlers. Those are the facts."

We continue to discuss the CWF, pay per views and other topics.
As we land in Dayton you can see Victory's demeanor change. He gets quiet. He's not tight, just focused. As we enter the airport we are greeted by members of the ROF road crew and eager fans. The Professor stops to sign several autographs. Even with the weight of the wrestling world on his shoulders, he still remembers why he does this. The fans. And though I am suppose to be an impartial reporter, I count myself among the many Nick Victory fans out there. Do I think he can beat St. Anger and keep the ROF's doors open? I can't say for sure, I hope he can. For no other reason than to add to the legend. I was there when the seeds of that legend were planted twenty plus years ago. And if there's any justice in the world... I'll be there when the legend grows even larger at HELL ON EARTH

BK