ROCK N ROLL GOD vs. XAVIER SAINT (w/ JJ LEE)

[coreycz]

Singles Match
"The One and The Only" Rock n' Roll God
vs.
"The Patron Saint of Violence" Xavier Saint (with "Roadkill" J.J. Lee)

[idol]

The scene opens to darkness. A solid black screen, but we can hear sounds to suggest an outdoor setting.

Remind me again how I let you talk me into this shit.

Chill, Roadkill. We're going to have some fun.

I told you not to call me that! Wait...I think we're ready. The light's on.

I see that, dumbass. Now, if you'd take the lens cap off, it would work even better.

Oh, right.

Suddenly the darkness of the screen is replaced by the image of Xavier Saint leaning against one of two pitch-black Harley Davidson Iron 883s parked in front of a Hooters restaurant. He is clad in ripped jeans, a red flannel shirt, and leather jacket. The camera lurches somewhat before regaining focus, then J.J. Lee steps into view as well. He sports a blue bandana and black t-shirt with a jacket similar to the one Saint is wearing. Xavier glances at his partner and smirks before turning his attention back to the camera.

Hello, Hollywood Elite! I am your patron saint of violence, Xavier Saint. But you probably already know that. You also know my Highway to Hell compadre here, "Roadk...

Dude!

Sorry. J.J. "Don't Call Me Roadkill" Lee...

Damnit!

Chill, Now, where was I? Oh yeah...Hollywood Elite Wrestling. The only company brave enough to sign the Ultraviolent Icon to a contract anymore. I know you guys are looking forward to seeing why I've been banned by seven state athletic commissions. But that slate has been wiped clean, so to...

How exactly did you manage that, anyway?

Dude, I'm trying to work here. Look, I told you...I know people who know people. Let's just say a friend pulled a few strings and leave it at that. I mean, do you really want us to go into details about people's pasts with the camera rolling?

Lee shakes his head.

I thought so. Now, where was...damnit, man, stop distracting me. Anyways, Hollywood Elite Wrestling...soon the Highway to Hell is rolling straight into your ring. And you better believe all Hell's coming with us. Me and Lee here are gonna...damnit, now what?!

Saint's speech is interrupted by the ringing of his cellphone. He glances at the camera as he whips out the phone, then walks out of the shot. J.J. Lee looks back and forth from the camera to Saint with an amused expression. Saint's voice can be heard in spurts from the side.

...uh huh...yeah, he told me to expect your call...oh really? Hell yeah!...the what?..."One and Only..."...oh man, that's priceless...right, we'll be here. Wolfchase Hooters...yeah, we'll get a table...Ok, reverend, see you soon.

Saint walks back into frame, meeting Lee's questioning gaze with a grin.

"Reverend"?

I'll explain in a little bit. I told you I knew people. And one of those people just got me booked on Shockwave. Against a guy who calls himself "The One and The Only Rock N' Roll God", no less.

Humble guy.

He will be. Come Shockwave, I'll live out a few Marilyn Manson songs all at once.

You know I don't listen to that devil-shit. What are you trying to say?

Never mind. "Rock Is Dead", they say. Or is it God? Either way, humility will be the least of the lessons learned.

Saint looks at the camera as if he just remembered it was there.

You know what? Let's go get a table. There'll be time for talk after the Preacher gets here.

The Pre...no, I don't want to know. Let's get inside.