NOBODY vs SHAMROCK

[Handsome Harley]

Special Guest Ref Singles Match
Nobody
vs
Mickey Shamrock

Guest Ref: DC Wiland

[Heisenberg]

During the pre-show of ShockWave 3, the crew members started to get things ready for the show. They installed the ring, the set, the commentary got on their places, and the sold-out arena was filled with fans of all ages.

However, before anything happened, the intro of a newly well known song among the HEW fans started blaring throughout the arena. All the lights went out. Celldweller's ShutEmDown signalized the arrival of the person known as Nobody. The man with messy semi-long raven black hair and a Guy Fawkes mask was on his way to the ring. To his own surprise, the reaction he got was pretty loud. Did they cheer or boo him? Who knows. The reaction was loud. Nobody took off his hoodie and threw it to the crowd and shrugged his shoulders. One of the crew members gave him a microphone as he climbed the steps and entered the ring and sat on top of a turnbuckle.

Nobody:

You see, actually, this is the first time I'm talking to you, people. This is the first time I've decided to walk out here and talk to you openly, not through messages, not through video packages, not through matches, not through actions, it's just between me and the rest of you. And, quite frankly, I do have a reason for coming out here, out of nowhere.

Some of the fans in the crowd cheer Nobody.

One of my ideas was to send a message, to issue a statement. A statement about prejudice, a statement about bravery, a statement about being who you truly are without having to unveil your identity. You see, since I was very young, I always wanted to mess with people's minds, I wanted to have an indirect ability to control them. The act of controlling one's mind isn't primarily evil, or mean, or scary, or whatever. All of you, every single damn person in the arena, except me, is brainwashed. Now, the brainwashers vary in this case, a brainwasher can be a person you love, he can be a person you hate, a person you look up to, a person you despise. This time I have decided to mess with your mind a bit as well.

No response whatsoever.

But I believe that this very thing I made you think isn't bad at all. You all saw me, right? Be who you are and you can do wonders. You don't need a name, you don't need a face. They all are bonuses, and believe, my name and my face, they are a gift from God. However, utilizing the beauty of being yourself helps you achieve the already mentioned wonders. No, let me correct myself. It BOOSTS your speed, it's a power-up as gamers would say. It improves you. There's no point of not being yourself when you achieve your goals. With that being said, I am hereby announcing that if I win the title at the Pay-Per-View, I will drop the mask, drop the gimmick and uncover my identity. Now I won't even give you stupid hints, because I'm not nearly there. Not even near the point where I wanna be. For that to happen, I need to see Shamrock's body soaked in the crimson red liquid flowing right now through his veins, the very liquid he will swim in later on tonight. This is my time to shine. Let. Me. Repeat. It. MY, MY. MY TIME.

Some silent boos are coming from the crowd now.

Well, boo if you want to, but the facts are unchangeable, it's only a matter of your opinion if you wish to accept them or cowardly run away from them. This Mickey, or Mikey, or whatever his name is, simply, this Shamrock person CANNOT even stand a chance to me. Well, who knows, I may have a trick or two up my sleeve. And not even D.C. Wiland will be able to change that. Just a small advice for you, Wiland. I know you are a bitch. Everyone does. You act like you are a tough guy, but you're not. You're an average little over confident bitch. And since you are a bitch and like to act like that, I believe that a friendship with the champion, or at least a professional partnership wouldn't be a bad idea for you. OR LET ME SAY THIS IN OTHER WORDS: You try to screw me, you will die. Seriously.

With those words being said, Nobody sings a song laughing..

Nobody knows.. the troubles I've seen...

And he drops the microphone and laughs his way back to the backstage area. He blows a kiss to Shamrock and Wiland.

[bdc]

The scene opens with young Mickey JACKPOT Shamrock pacing in his locker room before his next match. While he paces, he is on the phone.

Jackpot: It's bogus is what it is! I mean, they don't have the decency to put you on the card tonight? And, on top of that, they pencil me in against NOBODY?! What the hell is that supposed to mean? Wha? Whatcha mean that's his name? Oh, the name of my opponent? Nobody? (Breaks out laughing) You gotta be kidding me! He comes all this way and he cant even think up a decent name!?! Whadaya mean he's won matches? What the hell?!! Now, I know this place is screwed up! Here is THE Jackpot and I can't buy a vowel in this place, but a shmoe like the weezer with the bad name is the darling here? Oh, good grief! Whata I gotta do to win a match around here? Change my name to Doctor Who or something? Oh, wait! Better yet, I'll be the Easter Bunny! Sheesh...

As Mickey paces he catches a look at a fine babe slinking by.



Jackpot: WHOA! Listen, Ice...I gotta go...(Stops and looks insulted at the phone) Well, of course, a hot babe passed by! Why else would I ditch you, Bro!?!

Mickey beelines it right up next to the young girl who seems a bit put off with the intrusion.

Jackpot: Hey, haven't seen you around here. And, believe me. Something THAT HOT (looks her backside over) I woulda remembered.

Babe: I'm not somebody you want to know. Or, better yet, you're not someone I would want to know!

Shamrock grabs his heart like she stabbed him.

Jackpot: OW! You wound me. How would you know you wouldn't want to know me. To know me is to love me! I know you're half wrong already. Cause, I definitely want to know you!

Babe: Listen, sugah, I've got places to be and you have a match to get ready for. And, as far as I've heard, you're gonna need all the preparation you can muster.

Mickey stops shocked as the chick walks into the main office.

Jackpot: So, you HAVE heard of me! Hey! I'll call ya!

Shamrock stares off into the office for a while as a couple of stage hands walk by.

Jackpot looks over smiling and pointing toward the office: YEAH! She wants the D!

FADE OUT

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As we come back to see Jackpot hanging out in the back behind the curtain before his introduction, he seems to be deep in thought.



Jackpot's thoughts: Man, I gotta put one in the win column tonight. This losing streak business is for the birds! Wonder what that babe had to do with the front office? Man, she had a nice rack! Damn....gotta get me some of that. Concentrate, Jackpot! That's how you lost before. Some hottie flashes her boobs and it's over! But, DAMN, she had a nice rack....too...Come on, man! Got put this NOBODY in his place! He-he, he's a NOBODY, get it? Ha! Damn funny! She had a great ass too...sorry she left, but nice watching her leave...he-he! But what is a babe like that gonna do in the front office? Clean the bosses carpets? HA! Get a grip, Shamrock! You got to focus on this match and this match alone! No distractions. Straight ahead. No stoppin' me know. Nice rack...yeah...awesome backside...yeah...

Unknown voice: Shamrock!

Suddenly, Jackpot is jolted from his thoughts. And , as he looks over to the source of the interuption, he jumps, a bit startled. For standing next to him is the hot babe from earlier.

Jackpot: WHA?! Oh, hey...I told you that you'd be back...

The female rolls her eyes and hands him an envelope: Here, this was addressed to you...

Mickey looks over the envelope: Hey, it's me mum! Back in Ireland! Something about me dad! Huh?

The woman rolls her eyes again: Didn't want your life story. (LMFAO begins to play) Sounds like their playing your song.

Jackpot: Huh? Oh, yeah.

Jackpot starts off, but stops short.

Jackpot: By the way, babe, didn't catch your name OR your number...

The female scowls: Because I didn't throw either. But the names not Babe...it's Claressa...and, if I have my way around here, I will be your boss, so you might want to watch your tone with me!

Jackpot as he runs through the curtain: Oh, sure babe! Nice ass, by the way!!

Once again, Claressa rolls her eyes: Gonna be a long....everything....

[Heisenberg]

It's the day of ShockWave. The man known as Nobody felt differently than before. Since the day of his arrival to the company, there was only one thing he was after - the title. And now, here he is. In the semifinals of the tournament, sitting on a bench, thinking of the tactics for the match, knowing it won't be easy, since Shamrock is a loose cannon and Wiland is a bitch.

So, headphones on his head, mask on his face, he stood up and started walking towards the Gorilla area, knowing his match will start in a pretty short time. He knew that this is HIS time, he knew there won't be anyone to ruin his moment, and if so, he knew how to stop him. There couldn't be a possible issue that could potentially occur, so everything was just fine. He was pretty confident. He thought, no he KNEW that he will win.

He walked past many HEW wrestlers who were minding their own business. He walked past many HEW crew members, talking either to wrestlers, or to each other. Everything seemed ideal. There was nothing that could surprise him. Not a single unknown person.

As he was getting closer to the area behind the entrance ramp, he saw a person, sitting on a box, turned back to each other. The person wore everything black and had messy black hair, similar to his, except that he wore no mask. That seemed really weird to Nobody. He decided to get closer to the person and check on him. Things have gotten even weirder when he actually got closer to him, because the closer he was getting, the person hid more his face. It seemed as if the person didn't want anyone to see him. That got Nobody thinking.

Nobody (thinking to himself): Why would somebody sit there, between all those workers and wrestlers, if he's not a wrestler? Secondly, why would somebody sit there and hide his face? I'm not the person to tell anyone whether they should hide their faces or not, but still, if he doesn't wear a mask, why is he hiding his face? Why is he trying to look like me? Is he copying me? What's the deal? This is weird. Does he.. know.. who I am? But, how could he?

Nobody heard the person either laugh or cry, but whatever emotional reaction that was, it was pretty damn silent. However, that was enough for him to make a potential conclusion to the whole issue.

Nobody (thinking again): Could it be..? No, no, that's bullshit. It couldn't.

And he walked past the person, but the person saw him. Nobody walked further, until he eventually decided to look back to check on the person once again. He didn't have to come any closer to him, what he saw was enough. He saw his face.

Nobody (thinking): What.. the actual fuck. How did he..


But there wasn't enough time left for him to think. His theme started playing. His moment came. His chance to shine has come and he couldn't let it fly past.