Scott Green vs. Mickey Shamrock

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The Debut n.2
Scott Green vs. Mickey Shamrock

[bdc]

It had been one hell of a night.

Ice and him had put away the Fat African Wonder and had escaped with their lives. That was a reason to party! Hell, everything was a reason to party. But this was an exceptionally good reason. It took everything Jackpot had to convince JJ to come out and hit the town with him; but he did it. And they hit Hollywood HARD! They were clubbing all over; a different set of women in each! This was the life. And leading the party, the Shizz himself! He knew people and could get into clubs the PARTY NATION never knew even existed. Hooking up with Max Knight was the best thing they had ever done as a team. They win their first match on HEW and next they were gonna be in the tabloids for some of the crap they pulled.

Mickey came to in a club just as SORRY FOR PARTY ROCKIN' by LMFAO blared over the dance floor. The place looked like it had been bombed; bodies laying all over the place. JACKPOT pulled his sunglasses up to get a good look around.

“That must have been some party!” Shamrock said, mouth gaping, “Wish I could remember it...”

Mickey began to try and get up, but found himself covered with half dressed buxom babes of all sorts of hair colors. As he pushed them off, one by one, he took the time to carefully check out each and every one of them. As he began to peek under the skirt of one hot little number, a voice came out of the mass on the dance floor.

“MICK!”

At first, he stopped and looked. Then, he decided to go ahead and take a peak.

“JACKPOT!”

Mickey smiled as he peered under the skirt up the ivory thighs, “That's what I said...”

Suddenly, the bodies on the dance floor begin to move and a lone figure rises from the mound.

“ICE!!”

Jimi James Junior stood getting his bearings and holding his head.

“What in the HELL did we do last night?” JJ half shouted.

Shamrock started to answer but was cut off.

JJ answered instead, “And, if you say partied, I'm gonna brain ya!”

Mickey thought about it for a minute and decided to shrug his shoulders and go back to peeking under that skirt.

“What the HELL are you doin? MICK!? That chick is knocked out. That's sexual assault, brother!”

Mickey, not taking his eyes off the unseen treasure, answered, “Not yet it ain't!”

As it looks as though Shamrock is about to mount the unsuspecting girl, ICECOLD reprimands him, “Get the HELL offa her, Mickey! Gawd! Have some dignity!!”

Suddenly, Mickey throws the flap of the skirt down like an angry child, “Damn, ICE!! Why you gotta be so cold?!!”

JJ laughs and picks up his hat off the floor, “Again...where the HELL are we?”

“Long Beach...” A voice came from the staircase to the left of the dance floor.

It was Max Knight; better known to everybody as the Shizz.

ICECOLD rubs his eyes wearily, “LONG BEACH!?? How the hell did we get here? (points at Mickey) And don’t' say partying!!”

JACKPOT is left with his mouth open.

“I don't know what you guys have been doin'...” Suddenly, two of the hottest women ICECOLD and JACKPOT have EVER seen step down the stairs past their new manager, “But I've been a bit busy. Good morning, ladies.”

“Good Morning, Max!” They said in unison as the two wrestlers realized that they are also the hottest twins they had ever seen.

Max Knight grins, “Like deja vu, all night long, boys...”

As the ladies exited the club, Max rummages through his pockets looking for something. Finally, he pulls out his cell phone.

“Oh, yeah! Got your guys next matches..”

JACKPOT throws his hands up, “Already!? Don't these people rest?”

ICECOLD came alive, “ALRIGHT! LET'S DO THIS!”

Max Knight walks over to Mickey and holds his phone up to him, “Mick, you have Scott Green...”

Shamrock squints at the phone through his hangover, “I'm fighting the damned Green Lantern?”

Suddenly, Max slaps Mickey across the back of the head, “GREEN ARROW, DUFFUS!!”

“OW!” Mickey says holding the point of his head and making that OW face.

“And don't laugh. This guy's got MMA all over him. A technical master.”

JACKPOT, rubbing his head, “SO?”

“SO...” repeated Shizz, “This guy is a thinker. Not your strong suit Mickey. That, mixed with a little high flyer makes him very dangerous. Hmm. Super-kick...typical. Why does EVERYBODY have to do a SUPERKICK?”

Mickey picks up a glass half full of alcohol and downs it, “I don’t' do a super kick?”

“Of course not, too technical...” Max goes on, “Come on, guys. Pick it up. Gotta get back to the gym...”

JJ almost jumps for joy, “ALRIGHT!”

Mickey scowls, “ OH, COME ON!! We just partied all night!!”

Suddenly, the SHIZZ steps up and gets right in Mickey's face, “Listen, JACKPOT, if you're gonna hang with PARTY NATION, you're gonna have to learn how to PARTY ALL NIGHT and pick your ass up in the morning and get it in gear and get right back ta practicing!! Now, get your shit together and let's go find our limo. I got a nice little gym close by where we're gonna get you two geared to be the next big things in the HEW! Either that...”

JJ stops and stares right at SHIZZ, “EITHER that or WHAT?”

Max steps up to ICECOLD, “OR the PARTY'S OVER!!!"

[shaun]

The camera opens to an abandoned warehouse, nothing can be seen through the darkness until a click is heard and one by one the lights turn on. The warehouse is empty and worn out with cracked windows. Then almost out of nowhere a figure can be seen, dressed like Robin Hood but with a more modern look to the outfit. Looking down at the ground he lifts his head up and pulls down his hood. It turns out to be Scott Green, a billionaire who was thought to be dead until being found on an island somewhere in Asia.

Scott: As many of you may know, my name is Scott Green. Better known as the billionaire who went missing for five years, presumed dead until one faithful day. The day I was found.

Scott begins to look at the ground and can be heard sighing.

Scott: That day was one of relief but also one of disappointment. I came back to see all the overbearing people taking this world for granted, the type of person I once was. The rich people who expect everything to be handed to them on a sliver platter, those who have meaningless one night stands and then leave the other out in the gutter twenty minutes later.

Scott begins to walk over the doors of the warehouse, taking each step as it comes.

Scott: After seeing all the ungrateful bastards this world has to offer, I thought to myself where could I find a lot of douche bags in one place. Then it came to me, wrestling. In wrestling you always see over inflated egos just waiting to receive their comeuppance. I had trained to be a wrestler for six months before I went missing but wasn't making any progress.

As Scott gets to the doors of the warehouse he switches all but one light off, the only light left on shines light onto him.

Scott: When I was on that island, I had to things that no spoilt rich kid ever had to do and that was fend for myself. Having to climb up rocky hills in the pouring rain just to get food, I then developed the athletic ability I truly needed to become a wrestler. The speed and awareness that passed me by when I could have everything I wanted. I earned my ability the hard way, no one to mentor me through the rainy days and nobody to give me the water to survive the days when the heat was unbearable.

As he flicks the final light switch, sending the warehouse into darkness, he opens the door to let in the natural light of the sun in.

Scott: So when I was given the chance to work for Hollywood Elite Wrestling, I thought that there was no better place to start on my quest to give the people what they deserve. The fans want to see people like me, takeout the people who disrespect them at every opportunity. The paying fans are the ones who keep them in work and it's about time someone stood up for them and gave them the respect they rightfully deserve.

Scott then walks out of the warehouse and stands on road in front of the warehouse with the Hollywood sign in the distance.

Scott: At the moment, Los Angeles is a city filled with just about every arrogant son of a bitch on the planet. I'm here to bring the city back to the good times, I'm here to make LA the City of Angels once again.

Scott then walks over to a Yamaha FZ8 motorcycle and takes the helmet off the handle bars. He then puts on the helmet, gets onto the bike and after a few revs drives off into the city.

[bdc]

The scene opens as all we see is a smart phone being held and we hear the words...


Unknown voice coming from phone: At the moment, Los Angeles is a city filled with just about every arrogant son of a bitch on the planet. I'm here to bring the city back to the good times, I'm here to make LA the City of Angels once again.

The camera pans back to show that the hand holding the phone is none other than Mickey JACKPOT Shamrock! He's standing in front of a run down old gym. We see him shake his head as the sound of a motorcycle revving its engines and speeding away is heard. Mickey is wearing a Irish green jogging suit, his always present sunglasses and a green and pink bandana to hold his wild, unruly hair back. After a moment, the Irish-American looks up into the camera.



Mickey Shamrock: You gotta be yankin' my chain!?!! I wake up from the party of a lifetime to find out I'm fighting some cartoon character!!

Mickey continues to shake his head as he paces around for a moment.

Mickey Shamrock: I mean, truth, justice and that other crap? (stops and looks at the camera) Listen, Captian Cornball, I got no time to waste on some guy in a hood and leotards playin' Robin Hood! You wanna sell that outdated, comic book stuff, well ain't nobody buyin' in the HEW! No, here, it's all real, bub! No rainbows and ponies for us. It's all sweat and blood.

Suddenly, Mick picks up a bottle of some liquor and swigs it. After wiping his mustache off, he lays into the camera again.

Mickey Shamrock: Look around, GREEN! There ain't no angels in this city anymore. Not even you!! You wanna make like you're squeaky clean? Nah, everybody has their darkside, friend. EVERYBODY! And mine comes out when somebody interferes with my party! Cause, you see, where I go; the party goes. And the party don't stop...not ever! You think you're gonna bring the PARTY NATION to justice? Hah! What justice? Have ya looked around, do-gooder? That, like the gimmick you're trying to pull, is a thing of the past. So, consider me the wake up call. HA! The last call for the bar!!

Mickey laughs and takes another swig. Putting the bottle down, he leers at the camera one last time.

Mickey Shamrock: So, you think you're a superhero? Fighting injustice one match at a time? You think you're gonna set the bad guys runnin' and the fans swoonin' all over ya? Give me an every lovin' break!! Nah, Shockwave's the end of the line for you, HERO! You step into that ring against the PARTY NATION and we'll hang you by that prissy hood!! But, you know what, FINE. You want to be a superhero; like in the comics? Ok. Just be careful what you wish for, sunshine. Cause a Superhero is only as good as his villains are bad! And I'm as bad as they come! Cause I bring the PARTY and the PARTY don't stop...for anybody! You wanna run around fighting crime as the Straight Arrow? Well, consider me your Arch Enemy; Captian JACKPOT!!!

Mickey leers at the camera as he pulls his phone up to the camera and pushes the play button...



and it fades out with JACKPOT jumpin' to his theme song!

[shaun]

Before Shockwave started, a cameraman was sent into the locker room to get the thoughts of Scott Green on his up coming debut against Mickey "Jackpot" Shamrock. Here is what occurred.

The camera opens to the door of the locker room being opened, at first look it's empty but the cameraman turns to the corner by the door to find HEW's newest superstar, Scott Green. Wearing his Robin Hood like attire with his hood up, Scott points for the cameraman to sit down on the bench which he does. As Scott tapes up his wrist with a expressionless look on his face, it's hard to tell what type of vibe he is giving off.

Scott This may very well be the first of many times I say this, I'm not a superhero. Never have been and never will be, it's as simple as that. I know it might be superhero like to fight for justice but it doesn't make me one. Superheroes go into fights expecting to win, expecting to save the day at the first time of trying and I don't, I know from time to time I will lose but what would be a setback for most is the chance for me to improve on my weaknesses. Then the next match, I show my improvement to the world.

Scott takes a deep breath and then a brief pause before speaking again.

Scott Another difference between me and the "comic books characters" I'm being compared to is, that I'm using my real name and not hiding behind a persona. I'm not like Clarke Kent, Bruce Wayne, Oliver Queen and the rest of the superheroes who become someone else. I stay myself, I stay a billionaire who loves to fight for what I believe in. I don't need a mask, all I need is a jackass standing across from me and that's how I fight for justice.

He then gets to his feet and walks over to a punchbag next to the wall. Scott begins to stretch his arms and legs before straightening out the punchbag.

Scott When I fight for everything I believe in, I get an adrenaline that I can't match and something I once never had. On that island I found out that my true passion is getting what I want whether it be the easy way or the hard way. Being found was one of those things, I wanted to survive being on that island and I sure as hell did it the hard way. Going days without food which caused me to have no energy to find food, no one has shed as much blood and sweat just to survive than me. Even the simplest task caused me to become exhausted. All that came before I was trained to become the man I am now.

Scott begins to punch the bag followed by a roundhouse kick and then takes a break to speak.

Scott Now I'm here in HEW, facing Mickey Shamrock. A guy who thinks everything I stand for is some sort of joke. The guy looks like a 70's porn star, if anyone is a joke it has to be him. One thing I remember him saying was it's all blood and sweat. He obviously wasn't listening properly when I introduced myself last time, I'm used to losing blood and sweat. Another thing he said that caught my attention was that I'm no angel, he is right in a respect but that side of me was left to die on that island. I was just like Mickey before I was shipwrecked, partying night after night and sleeping with woman after woman. Now I look back and think, that is not the point of life.

Scott then begins to punch the punchbag as he speaks.

Scott Sleeping with woman after woman is something Mickey can enjoy, until he catches something. I mean STD's are at an all time or at least they are more common than before I went missing. Good luck with that Mickey, I'm sure you will catch herpes one day and then marry the woman you caught it from to become Mr and Mrs Herpes. Not only that you can have a kid called Herpes Junior.

As Scott just spoke he used a less serious tone of voice, just as he stops using the punchbag having not broke a sweat.

Scott But I could easily stop your partying ways after all I'm a billionaire. I could rent out every club in America and make the bouncers refuse you entry to all of them. I could probably get the White House to stop any supply of alcohol getting to you thus you showing me your so called darkside. My guess is your darkside is just you on your knees crying for a beer but I could be wrong. As for my do good gimmick, it's not a gimmick. It's my state of mind, you think everyone that does good is just doing it for a gimmick, give me a break. I mean you're in a group called Party Nation, what's the gimmick for that? Being a drunk douche or is it just another name for Alcoholics Anonymous.

Green then sits back down on the bench and pulls down his hood, showing green paint around his eyes.

Scott I also recall Mickey saying he wanted to be my enemy called Captain Jackpot. Last time I checked Jackpot was the name of a female comic book character so he must have forgotten to take his estrogen for the last month. You want to be called something as my enemy to me then fine, I shall call you Captain Herpes. So herps, see you out there.

Scott puts his hood back up slowly as he gets to his feet before taking the punchbag off the wall as the camera slowly fades away.