Match Five (Intercontinental Championship): Anger

[Vince McMahon]

Match Five (Intercontinental Championship): Anger vs Stalker Knight


Due to a injury sustained during a training session Moorfield has found himself sidelined for the match at Mania and won't be cleared to wrestle and the only man to step up face anger despite his injuries, but the question is can Stalker overcome his injuries that he suffered at the hands of the Knights and reclaim his beloved championship.


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RP here.

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The scene comes alive and at first all we can see is a building which would stand about one hundred and fifty feet tall, and encompasses a whole city block. As the scene comes into focus the unadulterated shambles which did pass for a building are truly evident.

There are many spots where the paint has peeled, young kids have begun using it as a place for graffiti, there are many places where bricks have fallen out, or been knocked out.

A few moments later a car pulls up and Stalker steps out into the parking lot. He walks closer to the building and as he does the condition is even more horrid than one would assume at first glance.

He walks up to the doors, and laying there just off to the side of the double doors is a rather large C. Stalker looks up and we can see that there is a large P and a W still bolted to the wall it is obvious that the C used to hang between them.

Stalker gets to the doors and the condition of them is so bad that when he places his hands on them they almost collapse under the pressure.

The hinges are so badly rusted that the one door is hanging completely off of the other door, the handle is so badly damaged that it had almost been reduced to shards of metal. The rusty chain has almost nothing to wrap itself around.

Stalker gingerly removes the lock and as it drops to the ground Stalker begins to move the door which had fallen from its hinges. The door falls apart in his hands. Stalker carefully steps over the fallen pieces and steps inside.

The inside of the building is even worse off than the exterior. Fifteen feet from the steel doors is a set of shattered glass doors, Stalker walks up to them, and steps through them. Hesteps out from under an archway. The waynes coating having begun to peel, and pull away from the wall, and the stucko plaster mostly having gone to dust laying in piles on the floor.

Stalker walks further into the open expanse he has walked into. The stone pillars have chipped, and broken away there are visible weak spots in the floor.

Stalker's eyes glaze over, and he is remembering years gone by. He can see the vendors with their many shirts, their tables with other wrestling merchandise, and then there were the food vendors.

His mind returns to the present, and now he can see the run down broken ring, it's ropes hangging barely even attached anymore, one of the ringposts is bent, and coming lose from the rest of the ring.

A few steps more, and he steps on an old wrestling poster. Stalker looks down, and he sees the face of his father. He can still hear the echoes of his father's words when he first broke into the business.

When Stalker looks back up toward the ring he can see not only wrestlers like the building was still a very active center for training, but he sees his father . . . and a tear runs down his cheek.

"Max you're doing it wrong. You have to snap it off, not just roll through it. Do it again, and this time you will do it until you get it right."

Stalker watches as his father tosses him around like a child. Then he hears it . . . and he can feel the pain the same as the younger version of himself laying in the ring.

Stalker looks down at his arm, and it is the same arm broken by the Knights. When he looks up his father is standing there. After a moment Stalker Sr. speaks to Stalker.

Son You know that you have been trained for this very night . . . What happened the night I broke your arm?

Stalker looks at him for a few minutes, then answers looking as though something has occurred to him.

You . . . you knew this would happen? You knew that someone would hurt me bad? Well even if that is true what good does it do me when he's a MONSTER? Even taking his massive size, and his strength out of the equasion then what do I do about his little group of "friends", they will do anything to get the Championship within their grasp.

Stalker Sr. holds something up to Stalker, it is his first ever Championship . . . he raises it to his shoulder, and steps back.

Son listen to me . . . put your opponent out of your mind . . . we know he's a beast. Put the Knights out of your mind . . . you know they are nothing more than a bunch of cowards. Put Wrestlemania out of your mind . . . you know that whatever happens there will happen, and there is nothing you can do about that. Focus on the Championship on your shoulder for a moment.

Stalker looks at the Championship on his shoulder, and he can see it faintly shift to the Thy W.W.E. Intercontinental Championship.

Max . . . if you focus on being the man you were the night you won that Championship then this punk child who is no more a threat than an infant looking for his formula.

Stalker Sr. poke his sons chest. And his voice changes to that of a gravely anger driven sound.

If you keep that and your drive to be Champion again . . . here in your heart then it would not matter if you were up against Anger, Fear, Beno, Brian Gunn, Barton . . . or all of the spoiled brats at the same time . . . YOU WOULD WIN. IF YOU JUST REMEMBER THAT YOU HAVE BEEN READY FOR THIS MOMENT ALL YOUR LIFE THEN YOU WILL BE FINE.

Stalker Sr.'s voice returns to normal, and he has a very sincere look in his eyes.

Son the Championship is important to your career . . . but not to your life. Whatever you do win or lose . . . do not let it tear you up to the point where you make the same mistake I did. Do not let this business to cost you your family.

Stalker opens his eyes and his father is gone, the damaged building has returned. He walks a little further, and sees a rat . . . and then he sees a small group of children. He walks over to the children, and kneels down when he is beside them. Recognizing him as the owner of the building they cower away from him.

Children please . . . I do not wish for you to fear me. I wish to help you. You have done something that to this day I have not TRULY learned to do myself . . . and that is to trust in your family. I have a gift for you.

Stalker reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a set of keys he hands them to the oldest of them young family.

These keys are for my apartment around the back in that big building, and my car. If any of you can legally drive then keep it . . . if not then sell it, and use the money however you like. You will not need any money for food, or clothes. I will take care of that . . . for from today on you are a part of MY family.

Stalker turns . . . and without any slowing of his pace . . . without even opening his eyes he walks from the building and onto the bus.

Scene two.

The scene opens and we can see Stalker in a gym . . . he is on figuring out ways to use moves with only his one arm. He lifts the man who he is working with up to his shoulder with a duck and lunge type of motion. When he tries to force him over and into a position where he can hit the Knight's End the impact to his shoulder sends the man falling safely to his feet. Stalker moves around for a few minutes then drops the man to his back. He steps into him and wraps the mans arms in a manner similar to the Triangle Choke however he has one of the opponents arms inside his leg trap, allowing him to hold the mans head with just his good arm. A few seconds in and the man has started tapping, Stalker releases the hold, and gets to his feet.

Thank you Martin, that move will work wonders against a man like Anger . . . at his size if I am successful in getting this hold on him his own weight will take care of the work for me.

Stalker goes to exit the ring. He is met by Becks, and Melinda. They both look concerned. Melinda hugs him tightly, and Becks just looks at him

Babe please don't go through with this . . . against a man like Anger you could be killed with only one arm.

Stalker looks down at her lovingly. Then using his good arm he lifts her up so she is eye level with him.

If I don't fight him . . . then what? Because of the acts of a bunch of cowards I lose my Intercontinental Championship? I do not like the sound of that. If I just walk away then Anger has the Championship handed to him on a sliver platter. Now if Moorefield hadn't decided to run like a little bitch, then I could sit back and wait for my chance at the next Pay Per View, but no he got wind of something backstage and took off. I have the heart . . . and the soul of a CHAMPION Melinda if I back down now . . . I look like nothing more than a coward myself.

Stalker sets her down . . . and no sooner does he do that than Becks cracks him in the face.

Brother . . . you know I would do ANYTHING for you right? I love ya like you were my real brother . . . but I can't condone you going out there in this condition. Your biggest hitter the Knight's End is gone. How do you plan on finishing the big man? If you insist on going out there then you're going out there ALONE . . . no Melinda . . . and no Becks. Kid listen you have got to rethink this.

Stalker grabs Becks with his one good arm and drives him back against the wall.

You listen to me Becks . . . he spoke to me. He told me I have to take this fight . . . but he also told me that win or lose I have to hold my head high. He told me that not expecting to work the show was no reason to be upset if I lost . . . even if I lose I must show them that I am worthy. If you choose to abandon me then maybe you are not the friend I thought you were BROTHER.

The last word was almost spat at Becks. Stalker walks out the door . . . he walks to a new hummer, and climbs in. Within moments he is out of the parking lot.

Well that's just great . . . a friend of fifteen years gone in an instant. My wife left crying . . . and why all because of the Knights. Well I hope that Anger is ready because come the end of this night he's going to know the name STALKER KNIGHT. Anger I think it is high time that I address you directly. You and your friends did a good number on my arm . . . but something you shuld have known is that you do not attack a man unless you have two things in mind . . . the first . . . you attack a man you make sure he does not come back. And the second thing that NEEDS to be on your mind . . . WHEN IS THE MAN GOING TO COME LOOKING FOR A RECIPT? I come for mine at Mania . . . when I take back MY INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP . . . the Championship I never lost. I will see you at the end of this gruling war . . . and when I end this night standing over your beaten and battered carcass I hope that the first thing that comes to your mind is that you FAILED even with my broken arm you couldn't get the job done.

Stalker stops speaking and turns on the radio. He listens to Nightwish's Bye Bye Beautiful. As the song ends he arrives at the arena. He pulls around to the section reserved for the Thy employees, and climbs out of his Hummer. He is walking fuming the whole way . . . when someone grabs his shirt, he wheels on the person and begins to yell.

What the fuck do you wan . . . . .

Stalker sees that it is just a kid . . . and that the kid is now crying. He calms the kid.

Hey kid what seats do you have? Well how about you take these special passes and join us backstage? I am sorry go to the merchandise tables . . . tell them I said they are to give you whatever you want and bill me for it.

Stalker then walks into the arena.

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Scene one: A traitor in the ranks.

The scene opens on a shot of all five knights, they are seen riding on horses toward two armies, both equal in size. They ride across the grass toward the centre of the battle ground. They circle before stopping in the middle. They are all wearing armor, Beno and Brian in silver, Barton in a blue/grey mixed colour armor. FEAR is in completely black armor and Anger in red. They pause, looking at the two armies around them. They get off their horses and stand back to back. They each draw their weapons. Anger has two big broad swords, Barton has a sharp, silver blade. Perfectly balanced. Brian, armed with Excalibur, Beno is armed with an axe and FEAR holds a shining black sword with a bow over his shoulder and arrows in in an open basket on his back. They having taken up arms stare at the armies on either side. They charge. Clashing together quickly. Men fall quick. The knights are quickly consumed into the battle. Barton is first to let his blade taste blood. It drives into the gut of a swordsmen, he spins around fast and drives his sword into another. Brian is slicing through men like a hot knife through butter. Beno drives his axe into the neck of a kneeling man. He puts a boot up and places it on the mans chest and pulls out his axe. The man falls and Beno goes for his next target. FEAR is diving over horses, bodies and spears. Slicing and dicing his way. He throws his sword and it stabs two men together. He wipes off his bow and shoots arrow after arrow into the crowd. Anger stands there. No one daring to get to close. His huge stature and two massive broad swords were a statement alone that this man was nothing but unstoppable. He jumps forward. Driving blade after blade into flesh. Blood is flying across the battlefield. Dust swirling around them, thrown up from the clambering feet. The armies soon begin to thin. Warriors running from the field in acts of cowardice. Soon the knights have destroyed every threat. FEAR picks up his black sword and shakes off the blood. One man is left, wounded with a stab wound but he stumbles forward. His eyes wide. The words tumble out his mouth as he falls to his knees.

"In the name of the gods. Who are you? What are you?"

Barton walks forward smiling. His blade in his right hand.

"We are the knights of the round table. As for what we are. We are death."

He drives forward his blade into the mans throat. He lets out a laugh as he pulls his blade from the mans body. Before he lets out a gasp. A small dagger piercing throw a weak point in his arm. He looks down as blood runs against his skin, the red hot sticky liquid running through his armor. He turns around to see the four other knights staring at him in horror. He stepped forward, the knights turn to each other. Their eyes falling on the dagger. In his hand. Blood running down it. They stood there in horror. The only one they thought wouldn't betray them was nothing more then a traitor. They pause. They raise their weapons in defense of Barton. Closing in on the traitor. He smiled before dropping the dagger and stumbling backwards quickly. He ran the words of the knights behind him.

"We will find you and when we do. We will kill you."

An unpleasant dream:

Anger's eyes flew open. There was a cold sweat on his brow. He let out a small sigh, looking around the room. Taking in every detail, the darkness masking the reality of the room. Everything in the dark looming over him. He sat up, looking over at the bed of his best friend. Richard, the only man who was ever there for him. Yet he didn't even care anymore. He was so concerned about this stupid tag title bullshit, too concerned with winning and the knights being the best. Sometimes Anger doubted if he wanted this anymore. We made it, we dominated. Now all this stupid stable wants is women, money, drugs, booze and glory. We didn't want to fight. We just wanted to prove to the people on the lower card that we were better then them. He guessed it was right though. They were better then anyone on Thy's roster.

Anger got up rubbing his eyes. He was so tired. He stood up, walking out the door he decided to get a glass of water. He wandered into the kitchen and pulled out a glass. He turned to the tap and switched it on. Zoning out at he looked out into the darkness through the window.

Barton was going to win the world title, FEAR and Beno had the tag titles. Brian was the TV champ and now it was just up to Anger. The giant to prove who he was, that he was the best of them all. He was the biggest and baddest guy in Thy. Yet he hated it. He had always hated it. The knights were weak, the trust wasn't there anymore. FEAR and Anger were no longer tight. Beno was so concerned with MitB he had forgotten the whole reason why Barton was heading for the world title. Yet no this stable was nothing but guys on a power trip. Anger couldn't wait to just hang up his boots. Making it big wasn't even his dream, it was FEAR's he was here for FEAR. He didn't even want to win but couldn't let him down.

Anger coughed, looking down and realising the glass was over flowing. He moved it from under the flow and turned off the tap. He took a sip and smiled. He took a big gulp and turned. Walking back to the bed room. He placed the glass down on his bed side table and stared at the ceiling.

So Mania 3 was here and Anger wasn't even sure if he was ready. His mind raced at the thought of fighting Stalker. Ironic that they had put out the man and weeks later he was back ready to take on Anger like he all healed up. Maybe we were wrong about him, maybe he was tough, maybe he did have spirit, maybe he was a knight.

Anger let his mind raced until he rested on one image and only that one image. Him rising the IC title above his head, screaming to the fans. Tell them he was victorious. A knight, victorious. With that pleasant thought and the doubt settled for now. He closed his eyes and fell instantly to sleep.

Scene three: Stalker Knight.

The scene opens on Anger sat on a bench outside the Mania 3 arena. He is smoking a cigarette and watching the day go by. It's about 12 mid day. The street is alive with traffic and people walking around, getting on with their lives. Anger looks into the camera, a look of pity on his face.

"Stalker your name alone baffles me but it's ok. I know your arm must be hurting and normally I'd trash talk but first I want to say well done, you have courage. More courage then most and now you trying to lead an army against us. However I warn you. I am a giant and I will come for you, I will ruin you, I will take away everything you love unless you stop. Back down and realise that the knights are the most dominate people in the federation."

He scratches under his mask.

"I will you at Mania 3 and it will be the best match that Thy has ever seen but I promise you this. Win or lose, you will not walk out of the arena. That title. It will weigh down on you, it is all you think about, all you focus on. You act like this is personal but to you all this match is, is a way to make yourself seem important. Yet that's the biggest downfall. You are not important, you are nothing, you are not a leader, you are not a knight, you are not a king or of any importance."

Anger chuckles before continuing.

"You Stalker, are just that. A stalker, you have followed the knights day in and day out since we came here and you have obsessed over us. You have demanded that you be the person to lead an army against us and yet you haven't seen the flaws in your plan. You have given yourself leadership. Something you are not fit to be or possess. You are compared to me, a small nothing of a man. You are weak, you are pathetic, you are nothing. So I warn you, before I have to hurt you. So the message is clear. Don't fight us, don't stand against us. Accept that you are nothing to anyone and that you are just that damn stupid that when you leave Mania with both your legs broken, as well as your other arm. That this warning. This warning is just the beginning because that's all the knights are. We are the first stage, the second was to have you rally together and the third stage, of it will be beautiful. When us knight finally leave out swords and helmets aside. When this mask is no longer needed. The true darkness, will descend on Thy and the Jesters will be the birth of a of a tag team so destructive that even the greatest of men could not stop them. Our king and wizard will stand high above thy and command these two men to break everybody."

He smiles.

"But first Stalker, before any of that. I suggest you run, run away. Thy is not safe anymore and I promise you, oh I promise you. I will personally watch your career end at Mania 3. If you think I will stop, you are wrong. I don't care if the bell rings and I win or lose. I don't care if I lave a champion. I will beat you to the point where life will not be able to hold on to your weak pathetic existence anymore. Mania 3 is the night the knights are victorious and we will stop at nothing. Even if that means putting a man an inch from death. For that is what we are. We are death and destruction. We have no mercy and you Stalker, PoT, Senn and anyone else who is in our way, will soon know. There is no hope left for any of you."

Anger gets to his feet. Flicks his cigarette and walks toward the arena.

Scene four: Training

Anger is in the gym, laying punch after punch into a punching back with Stalkers face taped to it. FEAR is sat in the corner sipping from a bottle of water. Fear begins to speak as Anger hits harder and harder.

"Barton spoke to me today."

FEAR puts a hand on his head and leans forward.

"He worries we won't win at Mania. I told him not to worry. Yet I can't help but question this myself. I have a concern. About a member, someone who is unloyal."

Anger lands another punch, then another. He lets out a big sigh of breathe.

"As do I, yet we are most likely not worrying about the same man, for I know you have grown to trust him better then I ever will."

FEAR looks at his best friend slightly shocked. He opens his mouth, closes it then opens it again.

"Do you have something you want to say to me?"

Anger lays another punch and then another, only this one was the hardest. The bag flys off the hook and slams into the wall. FEAR looks at it for a second then looks at Anger.

"Richard, how long have we been friends?"

FEAR looks at him questioningly.

"Since we were 3. Why?"

Anger turns slowly to look at him, a look of anger on the slight bit of face we can see.

"How long have we been best friends?"

FEAR gets to his feet, getting uneasy.

"Just as long, we dreamt of doing this together, we used to wrestle remember? We even used to say the other would never leave the other behind."

Anger took a step forward.

"You should have left me behind."

FEAR's jaw dropped slightly but he managed to close his mouth quickly.

"What? You're my best friend. I used to save you from the bullies when we were kids."

Anger's eyes filled with tears.

"I wish you hadn't helped me. I wish you never had helped me. Now look at me, I'm a freak and I'm on tv. I'm a freak on tv because of you and the worst is that I can't go out there and lose a single match because worry about how it'll affect you. So this is me, telling you. You're a cunt."

FEAR put his hands up in surprise and stepped back.

"Dude, you're my best frien-"

Anger barked at him in anger.

"No I'm not. Not anymore. We were partners. We were champions together. We always fought together and now? You're too busy with a traitor. Your tag partner. He's planning on leaving us, it's obvious. He wants the briefcase, he wants the world title, he doesn't care about us. He never has. Yet your his best friend."

FEAR paused looking up at Anger. He let out a sigh.

"You agree then, he's a traitor. I know, I didn't mean for this. I wanted it to be you and me but happened so fast and he chose me. I've never helped gold that was so important. I'm the best high flyer in this business. I needed the glory. You know I'm competitive. You're my best friend Anger, Not Beno. He's not even close. You're my oldest friend, my longest, my best. You're my brother. My friend. I love you."

Anger wiped away a tear from his eye.

"I don't believe you but come Mania 3, when he betrays us. You pick me or him. You take a side and you don't change your mind. You fight him or me, whether it's him or me at your side. I'm a knight, so are you but if Beno drops out and joins Stalker's army. You got a choice to do the same or help me. I hope you pick wisely."

FEAR let out a loud laugh.

"I'd always pick you."

The scene ends with them hugging. The knights, The Brothers, The Best Friends.

Scene five: My king.

Anger is in front of the curtain ready to run out for his match. A hand is placed on his shoulder. He turns and instantly drops to one knee.

"Old Wizard, you have derobed? What is the occasion."

He looks up into the eyes of the oldest wizard in of all time. Merlin.

"Such an occasion as Mania is one that I can admit, has my excited. You realised what happens tonight don't you?"

Anger nods.

"The start of the new era."

The man smiles

"Almost, it's the night you leave a champion. Soon I will show my face to the world. Soon Merlin will come from shadows and present himself. Yet I must give you this young one."

He passes him a small note. Anger quickly reads it and nods.

"I already know, I've got my eye on him."

They shake hands as Angers music hits. Anger turns and walks out the curtain. Ready to blow the roof, sky high.