X vs. Scott Green - FREE FOR ALL TITLE

[coreycz]

Free For All Championship
X (c) vs. Scott Green

RP Limit - 2

[shaun]

Scott Green recently agreed to his first television interview since returning from the island he was shipwrecked on for five years. On the 8th May, he appeared on Piers Morgan Live on CNN in which the interview took place.

As the show starts Scott, wearing a suit instead of his wrestling attire, can be seen sitting across the table from Piers Morgan who soon introduces the former shipwrecked billionaire.

Piers: Welcome to my guest tonight, Scott Green. Scott, in October you were found after being shipwrecked for five years on an island near China. What affect did that have on you psychically?

Scott: Well twenty percent of my body is now scar tissue, I have second degree burns on my back and arms. Lastly I had not one, not two but twelve fractures that haven't properly healed although what happened there has helped me get into the shape I'm in now.

Piers has a slight look of shock on his face and then asks the obvious question.

Piers: How did those injuries occur?

Scott looks down at the table and hesitates.

Scott: I'm not prepared to answer that question Piers.

Piers: Do your family know what happened to you on the island and how did you survive with those injuries? It seems out of the ordinary to have survived.

Scott can be heard sighing as the camera turns to him.

Scott: I haven't told my family what happened, I don't feel comfortable telling anyone about the traumatic things that happened to me. As for surviving those injuries, it isn't like they all happened at once. They were over a span of five years, some did happened at the same time and it caused me to find something I never thought I had. I found the instinct to survive. Some days were harder than others, some nights when the sky turned black I thought to myself, will I ever see the sun again. That island in its self is cruel and inhuman. If it was used for something, I dread to think what happened to the people on it before me.

As Piers goes to speak, Scott puts his hand up and interrupts him.

Scott: And before you ask, no there wasn't anyone on that island with me.

Piers: I wasn't going to ask but ok, how did your family react to seeing you for the first time in five years?

Scott: The only family I have left are my mother and my sister, they were glad to say the least. To be honest, I didn't have to die to go to heaven, I just had to go home. At first sleeping in a bed felt strange seeing as it had been five years, it was also strange seeing you with your own show. When I left you were a tedious judge on America's Got Talent. Now, you have replaced Larry King?! What is wrong with you CNN? Personally, I would have gone for Jeremy Clarkson. We all know how much Piers and Jeremy like each other.

Piers: Are you trying to get yourself kicked off my show?

Scott nods with a look of enthusiasm on his face.

Piers: Well it's not going to be that easy. I'm sure the news of you becoming a professional wrestler has circulated around the world and you're in a company called Hollywood Elite Wrestling. To and I quote "to give the fans the respect they deserve" and "make LA the City of Angels once again." Sounds like you're fighting for justice, very superhero like I have to say.

Scott then bangs his fist on the table and looks a little bit pissed.

Scott: Listen! I'm no superhero but yeah, I fight for justice. Now tell me what the hell is wrong with that?! I'm sick of you and every other rich son of bitch that expects everything to be done for them. I'm sick of people like you criticizing people for things you know nothing about, how would you like it if I questioned your knowledge of being a journalist. Answer, you wouldn't because I'm not a fellow journalist.

Scott stands up and in a fit of rage, throws the chair at the wall.

Scott: I went through hell for five years and now I'm back, people are acting like I never went missing. They just want to focus on me wrestling for justice, not many people have the courage to do that. So once I win the HEW Free For All Championship, I'm going to come back here and rub justice in your Mr. Potato Head like face.

Scott rips off his microphone and storms out of the studio as camera quickly fade to black.

[ryder]

He had tried so hard to ensure that he stayed as clear from any large city for some time. However, his sources have told him that his father has been seen in Vancouver, most notably just outside of the city. It was a quaint little town that X didn’t care to remember the name of. He stood atop a hill looking over the small town. He scanned the area for any possible threats or his father in general. The binoculars he had acquired from his Masters at the Temple of Cruise had certainly come in handy. He pulled them away from his face as he adjusted his mask to make it slightly less unbearable. Sometimes it was hard for him to breathe with the mask on. Once he adjusted it to his likings he found it actually much easier to breathe. The mouth piece that vents in the air for him was actually in its proper position.

He sighed deeply as he made his way down to the town. He was instantly met with all kinds of looks. Some people looked at him like some sort of freak, he didn’t quite blame them. Mother’s actually protected their young from him. He dared not take a look at anybody as he searched for his father. It was all tunnel vision for him currently. He stopped just a few feet from a diner; he looked up at the door and noticed some people staring at him through the windows. He groaned and walked inside. As he opened the door, he heard every sound completely mute in the building as soon as he stepped in. He found himself a stool at the bar. He didn’t look at anybody as he sat down; he could feel the eyes all on him now. The waitress working the bar area, if it was even called a bar, that’s what X assumed it was called, came up to him.

Waitress:
Wh... What can I get you today?

X slowly titled his head up towards her. He saw a rather tall red head with incredible bone structure around her face. She had blue eyes and the fullest lips he had ever seen. She had a friendly demeanor about her. Her nametag said Amy.

X:
Well Amy, what would you recommend for a man who’s traveled a long distance to get here?

She seemed to hesitate as if questioning the question he had just asked her. She seemed very apprehensive of X, and he only smiled. He felt foolish for smiling because there was no way she could see the smile.

Amy:
We have a great Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich with your choice of side and drink for only nine ninety nine. Best in town!

For some strange reason that sounded like the most delicious thing he could possibly have right now.

X:
That sounds splendid; I’d like French fries and a water to go with it please.

Amy seemed to sigh in relief as she smiled, took his order and went into the back. X decided to act a little more casual, that would mean he would need to take off his trench coat that had his weapons in it. It wasn’t very many weapons, but he knew the law enforcement wouldn’t take too kindly to it. He got up from his seat to take off his trench coat and put it on the coat rack. The entire time, the whole building was dead silent watching him. He looked around his surroundings for the first time since entering the diner and was surprisingly shocked to find that the looks directed at him were that of blank faces. He only had a muscle shirt underneath his trench coat, so perhaps the large muscles on his body were throwing people off. Suddenly a child either daring or foolish enough walked up to X. A hushed gasp echoed throughout the building before the young boy spoke.

Boy:
What’s your name?

X looked down at the young child, looked up at everybody around him and back down again. He knelt down which got him another gasp from the crowd, this one slightly louder than the first.

X:
They call me X, what’s your name?

The boy seemed to approve of the response and answered in kind.

Boy:
My name is Liam, nice to meet you.

The boy said before rushing off back to his mother who seemed to have a few tears streaming from her eyes. That was the first actual friendly contact from a stranger he had received. He watched the boy for a little bit longer before returning to his spot at the bar where his food had just been placed. He lifted his mask to show a few scars across his face. He didn’t remember how he had gotten them, but he was told that his father was the cause for the scars. He began eating and the room slowly got back to what he assumed was the norm. The sandwich was quite good. In fact he made a mental note to order some more for when he left. Just as he was taking a gulp of water from his glass, the main entrance to the diner slammed open and a frantic young woman seemingly in her early twenties rushed in. She hurriedly made her to the bar right beside X where she accidentally knocked over his water.

Young Woman:
Oh, shit, I’m sorry. Here let me get that.

X:
It’s quite alright, happens all the time, allow me to get it. You seem to be in a hurry anyway.

She looked at him for a moment as if studying him. He simply looked up at her and smiled.

Young Woman:
Yeah, can I get a coffee and a ham sandwich to go, and fast?

The waitress took her order, but seemingly was too late as the main entrance slammed open once more and three large men gingerly walked in. They appeared to be of a biker gang of sorts as they wore the biker vests similar to that of a show he watch as a child. The man who appeared to be the leader rushed the young woman and grabbed her by the back of her neck as he slammed her face into the counter. This lead to X’s food being knocked over the counter, which he did not appreciate.

Biker Man:
You’re gonna get it now bitch, no more running, I’m going to plow you here and now.

As he said that, he began to undo her belt buckle before dropping her pants to the ground to reveal a piece of string covering her bottom. He pulled the hood of her sweater back to reveal a rather stunning young woman. She had dirty blonde hair, with black streaks running through it. She had a piercing in her nose, as well as her lip and several on each ear. She has the brightest green eyes X had ever seen. Just as X was about to get up and stop this public raping, a hand grabbed the man’s arm and pulled it away from her neck. Both X and the three men looked in the direction of the hand to show a skinny young man that looked to be about the same age as the woman. He had curly shaggy brown hair, had a single piercing in his lip and a tattoo that just tipped past the barrier of his collared shirt. The big man pulled his arm away from the young man’s grip.

Biker Man:
Who the fuck do you think you are, and what the fuck do you think you’re doing? This is Angel’s business boy.

Young Man:
You shouldn’t pray on those younger and weaker than you dude. It’s not cool.

Without warning the big man landed a massive right hook to the jaw of the young man that sent him flying backwards. The crowd gasped in fear. They didn’t dare move.

Biker Man:
You got something to say boy? Get up! Come on, get your sorry ass up!

X:
Enough...

The crowd completely fell in silence as all eyes were back on X. He was standing behind the big man who turned around to face him.

Biker Man:
You want a piece of me too pretty boy?

X knew that was in mock of his scars. He simply smiled as he swiftly landed an upper cut to the man’s jaw. The big man was sent flying in the same direction as the young man who had the intelligence to get out of the way. X looked over at the other two men who charged after him. The first man threw a fist which X was able to dodge easily by just shifting his body slightly before grabbing the man’s arm and thrusting his own underneath it. A loud cracking sound could be heard in the building and the man fell back screaming in agony. This didn’t faze the last man who at this point pulled out a knife. X didn’t hesitate as he easily kicked the knife out of his hand with a swift round house kick with another following and hitting the man directly in the side of the head.

X:
Child’s play really, now you three best be off before I get serious.

The first man he had hit with the upper cut scramble to collect his friends as they fled.

Biker Man:
We’ll be back you son of a bitch!

The door closed behind them. X looked at the young woman who was in tears and over at the young man who was walking to her aid. She pulled up her pants and looked around the crowd embarrassed.

X:
Can we get a couple of those steak sandwiches to go please?

X asked as he grabbed his trench coat and prepared to leave.