Anderson & Thaddeus Rains Vs Spencer Clark & Gabriel Kaye

[Montel]

Deadline Tuesday 8pm NSW Aust Time 17th

[L]

Play Your Cards Right

November 9^th, 2009

Walking down a London street, a black leather trench coat protecting him from the rain, and fingerless gloves over his cold hands, Gabriel Kaye has his back to the camera. In one hand that is left dangling by his side as he walks is a playing card that he is juggling between his fingers swiftly. A black umbrella is held above his head by his other hand in order to prevent the rain dripping down his face, and his large, black, leather boots are used for similar reasons. He bumps into the shoulders of passers by who refuse to move out of his way, not making any friends on this busy city street

Passer By
Oi! Wanker, get out the way! Can’t you see where you’re bloody going!?

Kaye simply ignores such comments and continues his journey. He stops without warning after a few seconds and places his right hand in his pocket, pulls out a box of cigarettes and then lights one. Taking a deep puff from it, he puts the lighter back in his pocket and remains standing still, looking up at a large building on his right. He turns to it and opens the locked gate that is situated in front of him, enters it, and then locks it from the inside. What follows next is a steep, spiral staircase that goes deep underground, with rain dripping down it from the sky. Kaye calmly makes his descent until the cheers and shouting of rowdy men can be heard getting louder. He makes it to the bottom of the stairs and enters a large room that is filled completely with London-born businessmen who are cheering frantically in the direction of a boxing ring in which two men are fighting with bare knuckles and a whole plethora of weapons on the floor. Kaye walks to the side of the ring and watches the fight from close up

Fred
You’re late.

Kaye turns his head in the direction of where this husky, cockney voice came from. Standing by his side is a short man in a suit, his height not denying him of any intimidating appearance whatsoever. However, this intimidation is lost on Kaye who resumes watching the fight, smoking his cigarette. He replies to the man without setting an eye on him

Gabriel Kaye
I’m here now. When am I up?

Fred laughs in an extremely forced way

Fred
When are you up? Who the hell do you think you are? First you come up to me and say “Oh Fred I’m leaving the fight club to go prance about with some tight wearing American poofs for a few years,” and now you’re asking for a match here? You’d better be joking son; you’re out of ‘ere! This guy in the ring right now is your replacement, say hello to the future of the fight club.

Kaye focuses his attention on the man Fred has pointed out to him. A suitable replacement, some might think. The man is clearly around six feet, eleven inches, most probably weighing around two hundred and fifty pounds, a clear candidate for a bare-knuckle street fight. Kaye is unimpressed though.

Gabriel Kaye
I can beat him.

Fred laughs the same forced, husky laugh as before in an amazing display of ignorance and arrogance

Fred
Didn’t you hear me Gab? You’re not fightin’ ‘ere anymore, you’re off to America to go dance around with them wrestlin’ fairies ain’t ya? No, no, we can’t have you fighting here and over there at the same time, I’m not gonna waste my money on some sell-out like you.

Kaye takes another puff of his cigarette and then throws the butt into the ring in order to dispose of it

Gabriel Kaye
Fair enough.

He then goes to leave before stopping in his tracks and tapping Fred on the shoulder. Fred turns around and Gabriel whispers something in his ear

Gabriel Kaye
Drop dead, Fred.

Kaye then forces his former employee/foster father in a crippler crossface, bringing him down to the floor with great force and making him tap out within seconds. The fight in the ring continues and the fans watching begin to cheer for both fights at the same time. Nobody appears to want to help the ringleader, Fred, most probably due to the fact that everyone who has any connections to the club has some hidden agenda against the arrogant, self-righteous owner. Kaye does not let go until Fred is bleeding from his mouth and physically on the verge of passing out. As he releases the hold, Kaye gets to his feet, takes a drink from a nearby table and downs the Scotch on the Rocks in one go. He then leaves the fight club and makes his ascension up the spiral staircase, leaving behind his past in order to begin a new chapter in his life as a World Wrestling Generation superstar.

November 13^th, 2009

Two days has passed since Gabriel Kaye accomplished something almost unheard of: defeating L, becoming Tag Team Champion, and becoming Pure Pride Champion all in one night. The world was in for a shock and that is what it witnessed. Possibly the most shocking turn of events to have occurred with regards to L since he joined World Wrestling Generation in fact. And what a fight it was; blood was spilled, punches were thrown, weapons were swung, titles changed hands…as did a handshake from the benevolent former champion.

The camera is behind Kaye again as he is climbing a large staircase somewhere outside. After a short ascension he reaches the top and then walks forwards. The camera follows him and it is apparent that Kaye has climbed to the roof of a tall building somewhere near the Legacy arena which can be seen from where he is now situated. Still in his black trench coat, Kaye walks to the edge of the rooftop and crouches down next to it in order to bask in the pleasantries of the city skyline before him. His face looks unimpressed however; in fact some would say that he looked rather angry about something. Others would simply say that this is Kaye’s natural facial expression – those who would say that are the ones who have known him for some time. Kaye lights a cigarette and begins to smoke it, still juggling a playing card between his fingers on one hand. Looking out at the city, he begins thinking to himself

Gabriel Kaye
Looks like I made it. I never doubted myself for one second and that shone through during my entire match against L. Now everybody has the chance to watch me in action; the guys back in London probably hate me right now, calling me a sell-out and a pansy, idiots. For too long now have I been a part of a run-down fight club in the streets of London, fighting simply because I am told to but for no other reason. It was about time for me to rise up and take control of my situation, poor Fred just didn’t know he was the one who should be risen up against. Pricks like him can’t see problems that are right in front of them because they’re too focused on whatever the hell it is that goes on in their head. The fault in an overly-confident person is the fact that they kid themselves on a daily basis. You don’t go around shouting off about how great you are unless you damn-well deserve it. Arrogance and confidence go hand in hand in a business like this; it’s a shame that most people get the two confused. Like I said: idiots.

Oh well, there’s no point in crying over things I can’t control. No, I’d rather beat the fuck out of them instead. One week in and my second fight is against the Undisputed Champion and…well I guess he would be the champ’s bitch. Truth be told, I know nothing about the guys here – I only signed my contract here because I was told it’s the best place to find a fight. I guess I’ll have to decide that for myself. The Pure Pride Champion sure as hell lived up to that reputation; the bastard damn-near knocked every pint of blood out of me. Hopefully Anderson and his boy-toy will have the balls to do the same this week.

Kaye’s thoughts are interrupted by a passing crow that flies rather too close to his face for comfort. Kaye punches it as it passes him and the bird falls to the ground fast, landing with a thud on the street below. Out loud the new champion speaks

Gabriel Kaye
I don’t like being interrupted.

He goes back to his thoughts

Gabriel Kaye
I wonder what will happen if I beat Anderson this week. Does that mean I’m better than him? Probably. Does that mean I’ll get a shot at his title too? I guess I’ll have to wait to see. All I know is this week him and Rains are my opponents, and at Lethal Injection, it’s just Rains who I’m gonna be fighting. Looks like this week will be a chance to scout him then, but to be honest, I don’t have high expectations of him. Hell I’ve never even seen him fight in the old footage I saw before joining this place. He’d better be as good as he says he is. Otherwise I’ll just have to kick his arse all over the arena as a way of teaching him to respect this fine art of brutality. God I love my job.

Out loud once again

Gabriel Kaye
Fuck it this is boring.

Kaye suddenly rises up and jumps over the side of the building, in an act of what seems to be pure insanity. However, he turns into the building as he falls, grabbing hold of the roof ledge in order to stop himself from dying. He drops down to a window ledge and then another one below that. Eventually he is low enough to drop to the floor, which he does so, and then enters the building itself. It is none other than an English-style pub. He walks in, getting some dirty looks from those inside, most probably due to his appearance. Kaye ignores them, knocking his shoulder into some who refuse to move out of his way, and then requests a pint from the bartender. He is given his drink and he takes a seat at the counter. While sitting there, Kaye’s thoughts about this week on Legacy come rushing back into his head


Gabriel Kaye
Well it looks like this week I have to prove my worth to the WWG fans, I know I’d sure as hell be pissed off at some new guy coming along and taking two titles off someone else in his first night, especially considering L’s popularity. Oh well, if they want to cry over that then I guess we should just let them cry. I don’t have time for whiners or complainers – I’m here to fulfil my fate and that is to win. Not to be second or third, but to be at the top of the mountain for the whole time that I’m here. I guess my match this week will let me do just that.

Everyone saw how vicious my Crippler Crossface was last week; I damn near made L pass out in the middle of the ring by applying it. Seems to me, though, that people have forgotten what a truly great fight needs. I don’t like all these theatrics that wrestlers seem to use nowadays to get the job done. Don’t get me wrong – if a guy wants to frontflip off the roof of a stadium to get the win then I’ll sure as hell cheer that crazy son of a bitch on all the way, I’ve been known to do things like that myself in the past too. But I’m much more a fan of beating the living hell out of an opponent until they beg for mercy before you. That’s when the Crippler Crossface is locked in. Right when you think you’re going to walk away as simply the loser of the match, that deathly hold is locked in around your neck and you soon learn that you probably won’t be walking away at all. L learned that last week; Anderson will learn it this week; Thaddeus will learn it at Lethal Injection.

Do I have something to prove? Probably. Do I have a message to give to the fans? Probably. Am I going to kick Anderson and Thaddeus’ asses this week while Spencer Clark watches on, praying I don’t turn on him as well?

Kaye takes a sip from his beer

Gabriel Kaye
Definitely.

With that, Kaye downs the rest of his drink and leaves his seat. As he gets up and goes to leave, the bartender shouts at him due to the fact that he had not paid yet. Kaye ignores the man’s shouts and continue to leave, but is then stopped by a large bouncer at the exit door who covers the whole exit way with his body. Looming over Kaye, the large man’s intimidation can be felt throughout the pub, while Kaye stands in front of him, juggling his card in between his fingers still. He casually reaches to a nearby table and picks up another bottle of beer, and then suddenly swings it at the bouncer, connecting with his face with great shock. The stunned bouncer grasps hold of his bloody face as Kaye simply exits the pub, leaving behind him an injured giant, and angry bartender, and a shock crowd. That is the exit he always likes to make – leave the crowd shocked and they’ll be excited to see whatever the hell you do next

[Anderson]

Wrong men, wrong time, wrong place

As the scene opens up, the afternoon sun shines through a window; it is on its way to set in the horizon and slowly the chilly fall day is turning into a just a chilly evening. Looking out through the window, through which the sun shines through, is the WWG superstar and Undisputed champion Anderson. Thoughts are running through his head getting his mind in focus for things to come, trying to get his mind of things that have been. He turns around and walks across the room, dressed in a pair of jeans and a new dark grey Anderson t-shirt with some sort of pattern on the front and the words ‘Opportunistic Son of a B***h!’ printed on the back, and sits down in his favourite chair. He looks over at the table in front of him and the object that is placed there; the WWG Undisputed title. He leans back in the chair and takes a deep breath and starts to look thoughtful.

”When I joined WWG, there was one man that caught my eye,” Anderson starts. “There was one man that stood out from the crowd, from the rest of the locker room. Not so much because of his skills in the ring, but more because of his state of mind. This man reminded me of myself, because he spoke his mind and didn’t care about what the fans thought of him; he did things his way, even if it meant that fans of WWG booed him out of every arena he was in. That man, well that man was Spencer Clark, the former Undisputed champion.”

He smiles and runs his hand across his face, still leaning back in the chair and sitting relaxed; he slowly nods.

“Spencer and I tagged a few times and we got along, we saw eye to eye on how one should go about making a name for you in this business, which was why we could work well together inside in the ring,” he says. “But no matter how well we worked together, we both knew that our paths were meant to cross; he being the Undisputed champion and me being the man that I am.”

Anderson smirks as he pauses a few seconds, during which he slowly leans forward.

“And when I won the Beat the Clock series, that match seemed to be just around the corner as we headed towards Unleashed,” a more serious Anderson continues. “But then something happened, something happened when MVP decided to present me with an opportunity that was just to good to pass up on, not even Spencer Clark would have let that opportunity pass him by if it would have been him in my shoes, and that opportunity made me the new Undisputed champion.”

He smiles and shakes his head and takes a deep breath. He places his arms on his legs for a little support. His face starts to look more serious, leaving the relaxed expression behind; however his tone is still filled with composure.

“Spencer, I know you might have felt betrayed by me, for taking that chance; but you know that you would have done the same thing; we are both the same and we both know that when opportunity knocks, you answer the door! Did things go down the way I would have wanted them to go down? No. Would I do it again? With out a shadow of a doubt,” he says and smiles a devilish smile before he starts to shake his head and look puzzled. “But if you can’t see that Spencer Clark, you aren’t the man that I thought you were; then you are nothing more than a fake, a man pretending to be something he is not, just like the man who has been given a chance to win the title at Lethal Injection! Now if that is the case with you Spencer, then my actions the week before Unleashed are something I shouldn’t feel ashamed of! And my possible actions towards you at this weeks Legacy will definitely be something that I won’t look back on and regret. Just know this Spencer; this Tuesday at Last Injection, you are just the wrong guy, in the wrong place, at the wrong time! Because all you are this week is an appetizer for next week when I crush and exterminate the vermin that is Spider!”

His eyes look empty as he stares in to the thin air in front of him, just as he was looking at someone. His face is becoming resolute, tensed and his becoming more and the tension is starting to build up in his tone; still he speaks with composure.

“But if you now are going after me as a revenge for what went down when you lost your title, if you do feel you have a score to settle with me,” he says with a soft, controlled but with a tensed tone, “then one have to wonder how you feel about my tag team partner for the evening, Thaddeus Rains, the man that actually cost you the title when he laid you out. If you need to blame someone for you losing the title, then Thaddeus is the one to blame.
Thaddeus Rains also brings up another interesting point of view; if he stabbed Spencer in the back, what is there that says he won’t do the same thing against me? Well, nothing to be honest. You see Thaddeus is not stupid and knows that staying close to the champion, especially a champion like myself, will open doors for you; being on the good side with the right type of people will open doors for you when you least expect it; but when the time is right he will strike just like a snake. But the difference is that I know better than Spencer and I do not trust Rains, hell the people I trust are easily counted on one hand, and Thaddeus is not one of them. All I am out to do is to do whatever it takes to take care of number one…Anderson! I am ready for Thaddeus doing to me what he did to Spencer, sometime and somewhere down the road; but at the present time he knows that he will do better to stay on my good side!”

He gives away a quiet laughter and shows off that devilish and sadistic smile; a smile that can send a chill down once spine. He starts to shake his head again as he once again leans back in the chair.

“But this is not just about Spencer, Thaddeus and myself; it is not just you Spencer who is in the wrong place at the wrong time as my opponent; you have been given a partner for this match and what a partner it has turned out to have become. From nowhere he came and defeated the almighty L, the man that has been unstoppable in the WWG, he came and is now the new Pride champion and Tag Team champion; Gabriel Kaye,” Anderson says and starts to applaud sarcastically. “Welcome to the WWG and hope your stay here will be a pleasant one. And at the same time, congratulations to your title wins; defeating L was truly a real impact, probably the greatest impact I have ever witnessed inside the squared circle. Now we’ll just have to wait and see if you are as great as the former champion and if we can await great things from you.”

Anderson takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and takes a few second’s to himself before he straightens up and leans forward, still with that resolute and tensed expression on his face.

“Now I wouldn’t be surprised if you, Gabriel, will try and further your impact this week, further it with a win over the current Undisputed champion; it would be a great impact for anyone to be honest. But there is something you need to understand Kaye, and that is that at the moment you mean nothing to me and I couldn’t care less about this match or you and your partner,” he says with a tensed tone. “You see this is just a random match, thrown together to hype things that are about to come; the main event at Lethal Injection. This is a match that will serve one of two purposes.”

Anderson holds up one finger and smirks.

“One, my side wins the match and I walk away and in to the PPV with a victory and with the entire confidence one would want before a match like that, not that I need it or anything,” Anderson says with a cocky smile on his lips and then holds up two fingers. “Or two, my side loses and I leave Legacy with a loss and will go in to Lethal Injection with my confidence taking a big blow for the worse; something I bet your new tag team partner and co-champion, Spider, would love to see you do.
But there is something you will have to understand Gabriel, something you have to understand about me, this match is not about wining or losing for me; this match is simply about sending a message and making a statement! And what better way to send a message to someone than to send it with their tag team partner; their new tag team partner?”

Anderson smiles a pleasing smile, but slowly that smile disappears and is changed into a serious and resolute expression. He looks down at the floor under him and shakes his head. When he looks up he almost looks sad, or at least is trying to.

“And this sadly brings me to another subject, a subject that never should have had to be addressed,” he says with a stressed and serious tone. “Of course I’m talking about Spider and the ending of Legacy last week.”

He interlocks his hands in front of his face as his facial expression makes it easy to understand that thoughts are running through his mind. After a couple of seconds he takes a deep breath and continues to speak.

“I must say Spider, that I do admire you,” Anderson says staring at his title with an empty look, placing his right hand on it. “I have to admire you for what you are willing to do just to get this piece of gold around your waist. I mean in recent weeks you have been more the aggressor, attacking me, more than I have attacked you. And of course there is last week’s little stunt you pulled off.”

Anderson turns around with a smirk on his lips, it almost looks like he is holding back a laughter; almost like he is pleased with the so called stunt.

“Having me, as well as Colin Bale and Jason Richardson arrested, was very, well, like me,” he says with a smile on his lips. “But unlike me you lack something, something that is very important in today’s world; money and influence!”

Anderson smile goes away and that resolute and serious face is quickly making its way back across his face and slowly the composure in his voice is cracking up a little.

“So after I made that one phone call I am in right of, my lawyers joined up at the station and they quickly made sure that the charges were dropped,” the satisfaction on Anderson’s face shines through. “You see Spider, as soon as my lawyers laid out the facts, the detectives realized that they had no real reason to hold us at the station, neither did they see any reason to keep the charges that was aimed towards us; and when you do look at the facts, one realizes the outrageousness of the charges.
First off we had the charges that WAS breaking & entering, as well as vandalizing private property. Now when the police realized that there was no real strength to those charges they had to drop them. You see Spider, Jason Richardson was called back to the arena just after the show went off the air and was nowhere near the home of Spider, for which he do have an alibi for and so do me and Colin. As I said this week; did you really think I would do something like that?”

There is a smirk on his lips and he takes a deep breath before he continues.

“Then there WAS the charge of assault and battery,” now Anderson becomes more focused, more collected, he scratches his chin a little. “When the lawyers made sure that the detectives learned all the facts, the facts of how you, Spider, had been more of the aggressor over recent weeks, they started to doubt the charges. When my lawyers made sure that the officers were up to speed on the assault on my associate Colin Bale, conducted by four men against one lonely man in the ring and how it was like a retribution for what happened two weeks ago, they started to doubt the charges. And when the lawyers made it clear that everything that had taken place between you and I in recent weeks had done so within the premises of any arena the WWG was at and within Legacy’s airtime they decided that the chargers had to be dropped; because they understood that what takes place within and around the arena and within the airtime of Legacy is something that the company should handle, not it’s wrestlers. They dropped ALL charges due to the simple fact that they were, just as the man pressing them, weak and pitiful! And due to the facts that they realized that you weren’t so innocent yourself; but my lawyers saw to it that you didn’t get in trouble there…you’re welcome chump!”

Anderson leans forward, still with a resolute look on his face.

“So Colin, Jason and I were released, receiving a sincere apology from the detectives involved in all this, to which I gave my own, as well as the WWG’s sincere apology for being the law enforcement being dragged in to all this, taking valuable time from them actually keeping the streets safe and putting their efforts on real criminals; an apology to them for becoming the tools of a man filled with desperation and fear of things that lays ahead of him. I did that because that is what a real champion does, what a true spokesman of a company does!”

A clear irritation can be seen in the eyes of the champion and also on his tensed facial expression.

“What did you think Spider,” he almost shouts as his composure finally seem to be cracking. “Did you really think that you could press charges for something that takes place within the airtime of Legacy? If that was the case, then people could run about and press charges left and right in this industry; I could have pressed charges against you a few weeks back when you assaulted me, but I didn’t because that is part of the business! If I, you or anyone else gets out of hand, then it is up to the promotion to decide on a penalty and if it should e handled by the police! This was just, as I said, a weak attempt by a desperate man to get the upperhand.”

Anderson reaches for his Undisputed title, grabs it, places it over his shoulder and once again leans back in his chair. He looks at it and runs his hand over the front of it.

“Does this title actually mean so much to you Spider,” he says, “that you would go and try something as simple as getting me arrested before our title match, a desperate attempt to throw me of my game? Well I would lie if I said that I had expected something better from you, because I honestly didn’t from a low life thug as you! Because that is all that you truly are Shane, a simple thug! And I will make sure that a simple thug never get anywhere near this title!”

Anderson looks thoughtful and strokes his chin as he pauses before he continues.

“Now MVP stated that if L interfered or anyone else in the WWG, on your behalf, he or she would be sacked from WWG and so would you. Now since you decided to bring in some friends of yours last week I had to give this stipulation some thought. Sure that neither Valor nor Zion nor Avalanche works for the WWG but you still do, chump. And that is why I ask,” he says before stopping and then shakes his head and continues, “no I demand that the same stipulation will go if either one of these three decides to interfere or try to help you come out of this on top; if anyone decides to help you, you will still lose your job! After all, stipulations are stipulations after all and they should be followed!
And I know that a steel cage is a steel cage and is supposed to keep people out; but where there is a will there is a way and I believe you and your buddy thugs are desperate enough to get this gold around your waist and might want to try and find that way Shane.”

Anderson shows off a superior expression, a confident expression and all the time with a confident and cocky smile on his lips.

“And by the way Shane, I’m still waiting for your answer,” he says, referring to his offer made to Spider last week. “Are you willing to put things on the line for this title? Will this be the time you step up or will this be the time we will learn about what type of a man you truly are?”

Anderson smirks and puts the title back on the table in front of him and places his hands, interlocked, in front of his face once again; his mind being filled up with thoughts, ideas and plans; plans to once and for all crush the insect, the vermin that is a spider underneath his foot!