Post by Joey The Bastard on Dec 24, 2014 2:37:22 GMT -5
The scene opens up in the backstage area of Thy WWE RAW. Chaos had just ensued; The Bastard had just defeated Rain to hold on to his spot in the Rumble, then all hell broke loose. The camera pans to the area where wrestlers return to the back from outside in the arena. The Bastard stumbles in to the shot being supported by both Triana and Steve Blackman. The Bastard is pumped up; shouting.
JTB: Woo! That was sick! Screw Rain, man! Wait! Rain... Man... Rainman! That's dope, definitely dope.
The Bastard starts to laugh as Triana tries not to, but chuckles a little bit. Blackman just keeps up his ice cold demeanor as always. The Bastard looks up at him.
JTB: What? You don't think that's funny?
Blackman: Hilarious, boss.
JTB looks at Triana and nods confidently, and she responds with a smile. Backstage medics approach and start to check on The Bastard. He sits down in a chair as Blackman stands behind him. The medics start to fondle his wounds and The Bastard howls out in pain.
JTB: Ahh! Dude!
Triana shoves one of them.
Triana: What's the matter with you? Is this your first day or something? Get the hell outta here!
Triana snatches an ice pack from one of the medics as they scurry off. She presses the ice pack up against The Bastard's forehead.
Triana: Here.
JTB gives her a look of thanks, but puts his hand on top of her's and gently removes the ice pack from her hand.
JTB: Thanks, Tri, I got it. More importantly, though... You okay? Any damage?
Triana: Don't worry about me. I'm fine, thanks.
JTB: Damn right.
JTB looks over and spots the camera.
JTB: Folks, first and foremost, I wanna extends my thanks to my main squeeze Triana for having my back out there tonight. We are the true definition of a team. Her battles are my battles, and my battles are her battles. When one of his hurting, we're both in pain. And when one of bleeds...
The Bastard wipes some blood from his forehead. Triana wipes some of it with her hand, then wipes it on her own forehead.
Triana: We both bleed!.
JTB: That's right, Tri, and after that blockbuster announcement from big daddy Vince, it looks like we're gonna be bleeding together again next week. An I Quit Match, Vince? Are you out of your mind? Do you want Kurt Orton to end up in the hospital? Do you actually think that Orton has any chance of shutting us up? Or taking us out for good?
JTB moves the ice pack to his jaw while Triana starts to rub his shoulders a little bit.
JTB: Whoa, only if you want to, Tri...
Triana: Of course I want to!
JTB: Awesome. See, Triana is the shit cause she doesn't do things because she thinks she should. Or that society brainwashes her in to doing it. She does what she does because that's what she wants to do. Just like me. We're two in a million! And this guy right here...
JTB reaches up and slaps Steve Blackman on the chest.
JTB: Let me introduce the world to my hand-picked personal bodyguard, The Lethal freakin' Weapon, Steve Blackman! My very own personal magic ninja. And Blackie, don't forget that Triana is your boss, too. She doesn't need a bodyguard, but if she needs anything at all from you, you do it. You got that?
Blackman: Sure thing, boss.
JTB: Now, I'm sure you got a little to get off your chest, so go ahead and shoot!
Steve Blackman takes center stage in the shot while JTB and Triana start to converse in the background; tending to each other's wounds.
Blackman: I have this sinking feeling that the world may have forgotten about me. That the Thy WWE fans may think that I've vanished of the face of the earth. I know for damn sure that Vince McMahon forgot about me. Vince, remember when you called me up and asked if I would come back? You needed a guy to main event RAW, and we etched out a deal to bring me back in. I took the match and I beat the Television Champion in the main event that night. You said that you were so impressed, and that there would be a permanent spot on the roster for me. When was that, Vince? Over a year ago? Probably closer to two? You called me up one time after that. One time. And it was to do the job for Kane, and I was happy to do that, Vince. You did me a favor by bringing me back. Or so I thought... After I did my duty as a professional wrestler, I went back home and waited for the next call. And I waited... and waited... and you get the damn point. The call never came! Vince McMahon, you are a damn liar! And where is Kane now? Nowhere to be seen! You asked me to job for a jobber and I did that without blinking an eye, because that's the type of person who I am. I'm loyal. But, when you betray my loyalty like you did when you kicked me to the curb; figured I've outgrown my usefullness; all that loyalty flies out the window.
JTB calls out from behind.
JTB: Gets flushed down the toilet!
Blackman: Exactly. So I waited and grew increasingly more angry. Then The Bastard called me and gave me an offer I couldn't refuse. See, this man behind me... some call him the biggest piece of shit in the business. Some call him a poison to this company. Some call him the biggest coward that they've ever met. But, I call him boss. He called me up and offered to make me relevant again. Something that Vince McMahon took away from me. And, Vince, boss is paying me triple the pay you were willing to offer, so you're damn right, this is where my loyalties stand. I'm still under contract with Thy WWE, but that contract won't last long. The New Age will win this war, and a knew company will take it's place. And I will finally get the chance that I never would have gotten working for Vince McMahon. Don't get me wrong, I am in no way a member of the New Age. But, I am a supporter of the cause. I am an ally in every sense of the word. Bu,t I answer to nobody other than The Bastard and Miss Triana. I'm not here to think for myself. I am their hired assassin, and anybody who tries to get involved in their business, is going to pay the ultimate price. Vince McMahon, whatever happens, whatever I do to anybody, whoever's careers I end... It will be on your head, Vince. It'll be your fault! Because it was you who turned your back on me. Just remember that, Vince.
JTB calls out from behind again.
JTB: If he's even capable of remembering stuff!
Blackman: Exactly.
Blackman turns around and takes his position behind JTB and Triana who are now sitting side by side, arms around each other.
JTB: See what happens, Vince? Make sure you all tune in next week, too.
Triana: Cause it's not gonna be pretty.
The sound cuts out and the camera begins to back away while we see a closing shot of JTB and Triana chatting. They share a laugh about something as the scene fades.
***
We open up to a beautiful suburb community. Trees blowing in a gentle breeze. Kids playing ball in the front yards. Dads mowing their lawns, and a possibly a few retired people doing some gardening. A black limo pulls up and the doors open. Out step Joey the Bastard, Zak Shields, and Bob Cena. The Bastard seems excited.
JTB: Here it is, boys... New Age House!
JTB extends his hand to an elegant three story family home. A white picket fence boxes the property and separates it from the sidewalk. A sleek looking veranda juts out from the front of the house and extends out in both directions from the front double doors. It's reach extends to about half way to the back of this huge household. Lots of windows, too. The inside must be a real thing of beauty. Well-lit during the daytime hours. The Bastard leads the way toward the gate in the fence which leads way to the stone path which leads to the front steps.
Zak: It's a beauty, mate.
Bob: Aye, I'm impressed.
JTB: And it's all ours, broskis! Well, technically, it's mine. My name is on the deed, but my home is your home. You guys can come party, or chill, or crash whenever you want. If you ever feel like movin' in, too, and joining the party, let me know and I'll make you a room.
Zak: Thanks, but I've got a good thing going right now.
Bob: It's for sure something to consider, but I'm in the same boat as Zak is. But, thanks a bunch.
JTB: No problemo, dudes. But, you're gonna have to hit up some of these parties I'm gonna be throwing here. It's gonna be siiiick!
Bob: This is on campus?
JTB: Oh, for sure! On campus, buddy! And get this, I only gotta go to class, like, the minimum hours to be able to start this shit up.
Zak: That works out!
JTB: It's awesome! I'm probably not even gonna go, but yeah, this place is dope!
JTB's cell rings and he pulls it out, checks the name, smiles and answers the phone.
JTB: T-Dawg! What's up, buddy? You get those fliers up? Nice! And you got the kegs?
JTB listens, frowning.
JTB: Wait, hold on. Dude, we need those kegs, man... No, dude! This party is gonna suck if we don't get 'em. Well, I don't give a fuck, bro, figure it out... Alright, cool... Peace.
JTB puts his phone back in his pocket.
JTB: Hey, Bobby, don't worry. Troy's gonna pick you up some Kool-Aid or some shit.
Zak and JTB share a little laugh at Bob's expense. Bob takes it in stride.
Bob: Better be careful. You don't wanna lose control. There's gonna be plenty of ladies throwing themselves at you. If you're too fucked up, you might ruin a perfectly good thing. Na'mean?
JTB: Ohhh... Don't worry, buddy. I'm a one gal guy these days. Best thing that's ever happened to me by a mile. No way I'm gonna fuck that up. Triana is the bomb!
Zak: The world is quite jealous of you two.
JTB: The world is jealous of all of us, Zak. We got it goin' on, playa!
They all laugh, and JTB unlocks the door with his key.
JTB: You guys ready to have your minds blown? Check this shit out...
JTB opens the door as the scene fades out.
***
It's Christmas Day in the Bastard household. A beautiful tree stands tall by the fireplace, and stockings are hung along the barrister. The fire crackles and spats as it indulges in it's signature dance of glory. The fire from the fireplace lights the room. On the middle of the barrister, The Bastard's Thy WWE Tag Team Title - which is on hiatus I might add - sits like a trophy, glowing in the light. A woman is seen sitting on the couch. A beautiful woman, yet she is not defined by her beauty. That woman is none other than Triana. Joey the Bastard enters the room holding two glasses of wine. He approaches Triana and hands her one of the glasses. She thanks him as Joey sits down on the couch next to her. He takes a sip then sets his glass on the table.
JTB: Hey, Tri, I got you something.
Triana: Oh, you didn't have to get me anything.
JTB: No, no, no, this is an awesome gift.
JTB gets up from the couch and heads to the tree. He bends down and grabs a large present from under the tree then returns to the couch. He places it on Triana's lap.
JTB: Go on, open it.
Triana sets her glass of wine down on the table and proceeds to remove the wrapping. The Bastard watched intently, admiring the delicateness of Triana's gift opening style. So precise; calculated. Triana got the paper off, and then started to open the cardboard box. Joey stopped her.
JTB: Close your eyes.
JTB puts his hands over Triana's eyes as she opened up the box. A golden reflection covered up her face and JTB's hands. It danced on her face as JTB removed his hands, Triana's eyes still closed.
JTB: Okay, open them.
Triana opened her eyes, and they grew wide. The fire caused the gold reflection to dance even more upon her face. To The Bastard, it almost made her even more beautiful. But, he knew that that was impossible.
Triana: Oh, my... Is this real?
JTB: Sure is.
Triana pulled out the gift... An authentic Thy WWE Tag Team Championship belt.
Triana: It's beautiful!
The Bastard got up and grabbed his own title from the fireplace and sat back down. But before he could do anything else, Triana lunged at him, smothering him with a great big hug.
Triana: Thank you so much. I love it!
JTB: You're welcome. And while the Tag Team Titles are currently out of competition, I want you to know that I feel that these belts represent everything it means to be a team. You and I, Triana... we are a team. With this belt, I offer my total and unwavering devotion. With these belts, we show the world that we will always have each other's backs, and the world will know not to mess with us. We are the most powerful duo is this industry, and as material as it may seem to some, these belts are symbols of what we mean to each other. You are gold to me, and no amount of fame and riches can ever replace that. Merry Christmas.
The two of them shared an extended embrace as the scene fades out. The fire crackling. The light dancing. The emotions bursting.
***
This scene opens up inside New Age House in the five-star chef style kitchen. JTB and Troy Motor are standing at the bar taking shots.
JTB: I gotta say, Motorboat, I didn't think you were gonna be able to pull this off. Nice work, buddy. And thanks for going out and grabbing the stuff for tonight.
Troy takes a shot, winces a little and nods.
Troy: No problem. New Age all the way. Somebody had to make this party happen.
JTB: And that you did, my man! Now, if you'll excuse me... It's promo time!
Troy: Have fun, man. I'm gonna hit up some Call of Duty or some shit and that big ass 80" TV we pitched on.
Troy grabs the bottle and walks out of the room. The Bastard turns and starts to make his way down a hall as the cameraman follows. The Bastard stops at a double door and puts his hands on the handles. He looks back at the camera...
JTB: It's party time!
JTB swings the doors open and is greeting by a tremendous roar. JTB steps aside as the cameraman walks out in the backyard on to the deck. Hundreds of college kids are jam-packed in the back yard. Lights are strewn across the sky connected to trees. People are partying in the giant pool. People wrestling the lawn. Others are making out on the lawn, or standing around drinking. Some are rocking out to the music blaring. The camera pans over to JTB being greeted by his guests. They grab him and hug and start chanting his name. A girl holds up a bottle of vodka and JTB cocks his back and chugs it down. She dumps the rest of it over his head, and JTB shakes his head around while yelling "WOOOO!" Guys in the back ground can be seen doing keg-stands at the multiple kegs. Five to be exact, plus everybody bought some of their own which is stashed in the multiple mini-fridges scattered around the yard. One guy holds out a red letter-man jacket and JTB puts it on. It has "NA" on the chest, and JTB grabs one of their "NA" hats and puts it on his head, cocked to the side a little bit. They continue to chant as the rest of party all gather around behind The Bastard cheering.
JTB: Welcome... TO THE NEW AGE!
The party goes nuts and many of them have a drink to that. The ones closest to The Bastard start to pat his back. The Bastard stands in front of his new brothers with supreme confidence. They are one hundred percent behind him. All of them have gathered to hear what The Bastard has to say, and let him know that they are with him.
JTB: You are looking at the new fraternity of wrestling!
They all go nuts again and The Bastard has a huge smile on his face.
JTB: You see, New Age isn't just a phase. It's not just a flash in the pan. New Age is a way of life! New Age is an idea, and you can't just kill an idea. When I go, there will be another one just like me to keep the tradition going, because you can't fucking kill the New Age!
Roars and cheers. Booze being sprayed in the background.
JTB: And people like Kurt Orton...
"BOOOOOOO!!!!"
JTB: Yeah, I know, right? Kurt Orton fuckin' sucks!
"YEAH!"
JTB: But, guys like him wanna say that the New Age doesn't mean anything? Dude, I got a whole damn army here down with the cause, bud. What? Are you jealous? You don't know how it feels to have the ground you walk on worshiped by mutha fuckas you don't even know? Bro, I am the S to the H to the I to the T!
"FUCK YEAH!"
JTB: Now, hold on, guys... It's time to get serious.
"Ohhhhhhh...."
JTB: Kurt, you made the biggest mistake of your life when you accepted the match I proposed. I mean, you say that you wanna protect your wife, yet you deliberately put her in immense danger cause you're blinded by the hopes and dreams of saving Thy WWE. Saving it from what? Yourself? Cause, if that's case, then you're on the right track. But, leave the saving of Thy to a group of people who can get the job done. What type of Thy do you want to live in, Kurt? One where Kurt Orton gets all the gold. Gets every title shot. Gets every opportunity while everybody else gets left in the cold? That's not what I wanna see, Kurt. In fact, I think Thy WWE would be much better off without you or that dirty bitch you call a wife.
"OHHHHHH!!!!!!"
JTB: That's right, buddy. You wanna threaten me? Say if I talk shit about your whorin' ass wife then you're gonna make me pay? Well, I just did, son, and I hope you get to see this, cause I can't wait to see what kind of pitiful offense you'll bring to the table for this match. Cause that about sums it up for you, Kurt. Pitiful. You think you can just show up and put out some bullshit half-assed attempt at beating me and succeed? It's a joke, man! That's why you'll never beat me. That's why you can't beat me. That's why you'll never again hold that Thy WWE Championship. See, the New Age, we believe in what we're fighting for. But, you? You only seem to believe in yourself, and not in a good way. You're only fighting for Kurt Orton, and you don't even believe in what you're fighting for, Kurt. It's textbook! You don't believe in yourself! AJ believes in you, bless her little heart, but you? You have so much undeserving pride in yourself that you go head-first in to a fight that is impossible to win. You're gonna get hurt, Kurt, and AJ is gonna get hurt to. And I hope that you can live with yourself after Triana and I get done with eliminating the both of you. You may live to fight another day, but AJ? She's got nothing on Triana. AJ is out of her league in this one and it's all your fault! Gimme a fuckin' drink!
The Bastard reaches back and somebody hands him a red solo cup. JTB chugs it back then goes on.
JTB: Kurt, we're doing what's best for Thy WWE! How do you not see this? Rain got his shot! If he beats Zak - he won't, by the way - but, if he somehow does, New Age has won! A new guy with huge talent got a shot and capitalized on it. That's what we want! If he loses, we keep the title and we still win. Being in the New Age is a win-win, and sadly, Kurt... I know you wish you were one of us; one of the cool kids. But, you're not, and you never will be. You're just too damn selfish, and this week, in the I Quit Match, your trial will begin, and your life as you know it will end...
The party-goers behind JTB start to quietly chant "New Age. New Age. New Age."
JTB: Because if the Green Goblin has taught me anything...
"New Age. New Age. New Age."
JTB: It's that in the art of war...
"New Age! New Age! New Age!"
JTB: First...
"New Age! New Age! New Age!"
JTB: You attack the heart.
"NEW AGE! NEW AGE NEW AGE!"
The Bastard laughs and turns back toward the adulation and yells something about getting this party started as the scene slowly begins to fade out...
"NEW AGE! NEW AGE! NEW AGE! NEW AGE! NEW AGE! NEW AGE! NEW AGE!"
The End.
JTB: Woo! That was sick! Screw Rain, man! Wait! Rain... Man... Rainman! That's dope, definitely dope.
The Bastard starts to laugh as Triana tries not to, but chuckles a little bit. Blackman just keeps up his ice cold demeanor as always. The Bastard looks up at him.
JTB: What? You don't think that's funny?
Blackman: Hilarious, boss.
JTB looks at Triana and nods confidently, and she responds with a smile. Backstage medics approach and start to check on The Bastard. He sits down in a chair as Blackman stands behind him. The medics start to fondle his wounds and The Bastard howls out in pain.
JTB: Ahh! Dude!
Triana shoves one of them.
Triana: What's the matter with you? Is this your first day or something? Get the hell outta here!
Triana snatches an ice pack from one of the medics as they scurry off. She presses the ice pack up against The Bastard's forehead.
Triana: Here.
JTB gives her a look of thanks, but puts his hand on top of her's and gently removes the ice pack from her hand.
JTB: Thanks, Tri, I got it. More importantly, though... You okay? Any damage?
Triana: Don't worry about me. I'm fine, thanks.
JTB: Damn right.
JTB looks over and spots the camera.
JTB: Folks, first and foremost, I wanna extends my thanks to my main squeeze Triana for having my back out there tonight. We are the true definition of a team. Her battles are my battles, and my battles are her battles. When one of his hurting, we're both in pain. And when one of bleeds...
The Bastard wipes some blood from his forehead. Triana wipes some of it with her hand, then wipes it on her own forehead.
Triana: We both bleed!.
JTB: That's right, Tri, and after that blockbuster announcement from big daddy Vince, it looks like we're gonna be bleeding together again next week. An I Quit Match, Vince? Are you out of your mind? Do you want Kurt Orton to end up in the hospital? Do you actually think that Orton has any chance of shutting us up? Or taking us out for good?
JTB moves the ice pack to his jaw while Triana starts to rub his shoulders a little bit.
JTB: Whoa, only if you want to, Tri...
Triana: Of course I want to!
JTB: Awesome. See, Triana is the shit cause she doesn't do things because she thinks she should. Or that society brainwashes her in to doing it. She does what she does because that's what she wants to do. Just like me. We're two in a million! And this guy right here...
JTB reaches up and slaps Steve Blackman on the chest.
JTB: Let me introduce the world to my hand-picked personal bodyguard, The Lethal freakin' Weapon, Steve Blackman! My very own personal magic ninja. And Blackie, don't forget that Triana is your boss, too. She doesn't need a bodyguard, but if she needs anything at all from you, you do it. You got that?
Blackman: Sure thing, boss.
JTB: Now, I'm sure you got a little to get off your chest, so go ahead and shoot!
Steve Blackman takes center stage in the shot while JTB and Triana start to converse in the background; tending to each other's wounds.
Blackman: I have this sinking feeling that the world may have forgotten about me. That the Thy WWE fans may think that I've vanished of the face of the earth. I know for damn sure that Vince McMahon forgot about me. Vince, remember when you called me up and asked if I would come back? You needed a guy to main event RAW, and we etched out a deal to bring me back in. I took the match and I beat the Television Champion in the main event that night. You said that you were so impressed, and that there would be a permanent spot on the roster for me. When was that, Vince? Over a year ago? Probably closer to two? You called me up one time after that. One time. And it was to do the job for Kane, and I was happy to do that, Vince. You did me a favor by bringing me back. Or so I thought... After I did my duty as a professional wrestler, I went back home and waited for the next call. And I waited... and waited... and you get the damn point. The call never came! Vince McMahon, you are a damn liar! And where is Kane now? Nowhere to be seen! You asked me to job for a jobber and I did that without blinking an eye, because that's the type of person who I am. I'm loyal. But, when you betray my loyalty like you did when you kicked me to the curb; figured I've outgrown my usefullness; all that loyalty flies out the window.
JTB calls out from behind.
JTB: Gets flushed down the toilet!
Blackman: Exactly. So I waited and grew increasingly more angry. Then The Bastard called me and gave me an offer I couldn't refuse. See, this man behind me... some call him the biggest piece of shit in the business. Some call him a poison to this company. Some call him the biggest coward that they've ever met. But, I call him boss. He called me up and offered to make me relevant again. Something that Vince McMahon took away from me. And, Vince, boss is paying me triple the pay you were willing to offer, so you're damn right, this is where my loyalties stand. I'm still under contract with Thy WWE, but that contract won't last long. The New Age will win this war, and a knew company will take it's place. And I will finally get the chance that I never would have gotten working for Vince McMahon. Don't get me wrong, I am in no way a member of the New Age. But, I am a supporter of the cause. I am an ally in every sense of the word. Bu,t I answer to nobody other than The Bastard and Miss Triana. I'm not here to think for myself. I am their hired assassin, and anybody who tries to get involved in their business, is going to pay the ultimate price. Vince McMahon, whatever happens, whatever I do to anybody, whoever's careers I end... It will be on your head, Vince. It'll be your fault! Because it was you who turned your back on me. Just remember that, Vince.
JTB calls out from behind again.
JTB: If he's even capable of remembering stuff!
Blackman: Exactly.
Blackman turns around and takes his position behind JTB and Triana who are now sitting side by side, arms around each other.
JTB: See what happens, Vince? Make sure you all tune in next week, too.
Triana: Cause it's not gonna be pretty.
The sound cuts out and the camera begins to back away while we see a closing shot of JTB and Triana chatting. They share a laugh about something as the scene fades.
***
We open up to a beautiful suburb community. Trees blowing in a gentle breeze. Kids playing ball in the front yards. Dads mowing their lawns, and a possibly a few retired people doing some gardening. A black limo pulls up and the doors open. Out step Joey the Bastard, Zak Shields, and Bob Cena. The Bastard seems excited.
JTB: Here it is, boys... New Age House!
JTB extends his hand to an elegant three story family home. A white picket fence boxes the property and separates it from the sidewalk. A sleek looking veranda juts out from the front of the house and extends out in both directions from the front double doors. It's reach extends to about half way to the back of this huge household. Lots of windows, too. The inside must be a real thing of beauty. Well-lit during the daytime hours. The Bastard leads the way toward the gate in the fence which leads way to the stone path which leads to the front steps.
Zak: It's a beauty, mate.
Bob: Aye, I'm impressed.
JTB: And it's all ours, broskis! Well, technically, it's mine. My name is on the deed, but my home is your home. You guys can come party, or chill, or crash whenever you want. If you ever feel like movin' in, too, and joining the party, let me know and I'll make you a room.
Zak: Thanks, but I've got a good thing going right now.
Bob: It's for sure something to consider, but I'm in the same boat as Zak is. But, thanks a bunch.
JTB: No problemo, dudes. But, you're gonna have to hit up some of these parties I'm gonna be throwing here. It's gonna be siiiick!
Bob: This is on campus?
JTB: Oh, for sure! On campus, buddy! And get this, I only gotta go to class, like, the minimum hours to be able to start this shit up.
Zak: That works out!
JTB: It's awesome! I'm probably not even gonna go, but yeah, this place is dope!
JTB's cell rings and he pulls it out, checks the name, smiles and answers the phone.
JTB: T-Dawg! What's up, buddy? You get those fliers up? Nice! And you got the kegs?
JTB listens, frowning.
JTB: Wait, hold on. Dude, we need those kegs, man... No, dude! This party is gonna suck if we don't get 'em. Well, I don't give a fuck, bro, figure it out... Alright, cool... Peace.
JTB puts his phone back in his pocket.
JTB: Hey, Bobby, don't worry. Troy's gonna pick you up some Kool-Aid or some shit.
Zak and JTB share a little laugh at Bob's expense. Bob takes it in stride.
Bob: Better be careful. You don't wanna lose control. There's gonna be plenty of ladies throwing themselves at you. If you're too fucked up, you might ruin a perfectly good thing. Na'mean?
JTB: Ohhh... Don't worry, buddy. I'm a one gal guy these days. Best thing that's ever happened to me by a mile. No way I'm gonna fuck that up. Triana is the bomb!
Zak: The world is quite jealous of you two.
JTB: The world is jealous of all of us, Zak. We got it goin' on, playa!
They all laugh, and JTB unlocks the door with his key.
JTB: You guys ready to have your minds blown? Check this shit out...
JTB opens the door as the scene fades out.
***
It's Christmas Day in the Bastard household. A beautiful tree stands tall by the fireplace, and stockings are hung along the barrister. The fire crackles and spats as it indulges in it's signature dance of glory. The fire from the fireplace lights the room. On the middle of the barrister, The Bastard's Thy WWE Tag Team Title - which is on hiatus I might add - sits like a trophy, glowing in the light. A woman is seen sitting on the couch. A beautiful woman, yet she is not defined by her beauty. That woman is none other than Triana. Joey the Bastard enters the room holding two glasses of wine. He approaches Triana and hands her one of the glasses. She thanks him as Joey sits down on the couch next to her. He takes a sip then sets his glass on the table.
JTB: Hey, Tri, I got you something.
Triana: Oh, you didn't have to get me anything.
JTB: No, no, no, this is an awesome gift.
JTB gets up from the couch and heads to the tree. He bends down and grabs a large present from under the tree then returns to the couch. He places it on Triana's lap.
JTB: Go on, open it.
Triana sets her glass of wine down on the table and proceeds to remove the wrapping. The Bastard watched intently, admiring the delicateness of Triana's gift opening style. So precise; calculated. Triana got the paper off, and then started to open the cardboard box. Joey stopped her.
JTB: Close your eyes.
JTB puts his hands over Triana's eyes as she opened up the box. A golden reflection covered up her face and JTB's hands. It danced on her face as JTB removed his hands, Triana's eyes still closed.
JTB: Okay, open them.
Triana opened her eyes, and they grew wide. The fire caused the gold reflection to dance even more upon her face. To The Bastard, it almost made her even more beautiful. But, he knew that that was impossible.
Triana: Oh, my... Is this real?
JTB: Sure is.
Triana pulled out the gift... An authentic Thy WWE Tag Team Championship belt.
Triana: It's beautiful!
The Bastard got up and grabbed his own title from the fireplace and sat back down. But before he could do anything else, Triana lunged at him, smothering him with a great big hug.
Triana: Thank you so much. I love it!
JTB: You're welcome. And while the Tag Team Titles are currently out of competition, I want you to know that I feel that these belts represent everything it means to be a team. You and I, Triana... we are a team. With this belt, I offer my total and unwavering devotion. With these belts, we show the world that we will always have each other's backs, and the world will know not to mess with us. We are the most powerful duo is this industry, and as material as it may seem to some, these belts are symbols of what we mean to each other. You are gold to me, and no amount of fame and riches can ever replace that. Merry Christmas.
The two of them shared an extended embrace as the scene fades out. The fire crackling. The light dancing. The emotions bursting.
***
This scene opens up inside New Age House in the five-star chef style kitchen. JTB and Troy Motor are standing at the bar taking shots.
JTB: I gotta say, Motorboat, I didn't think you were gonna be able to pull this off. Nice work, buddy. And thanks for going out and grabbing the stuff for tonight.
Troy takes a shot, winces a little and nods.
Troy: No problem. New Age all the way. Somebody had to make this party happen.
JTB: And that you did, my man! Now, if you'll excuse me... It's promo time!
Troy: Have fun, man. I'm gonna hit up some Call of Duty or some shit and that big ass 80" TV we pitched on.
Troy grabs the bottle and walks out of the room. The Bastard turns and starts to make his way down a hall as the cameraman follows. The Bastard stops at a double door and puts his hands on the handles. He looks back at the camera...
JTB: It's party time!
JTB swings the doors open and is greeting by a tremendous roar. JTB steps aside as the cameraman walks out in the backyard on to the deck. Hundreds of college kids are jam-packed in the back yard. Lights are strewn across the sky connected to trees. People are partying in the giant pool. People wrestling the lawn. Others are making out on the lawn, or standing around drinking. Some are rocking out to the music blaring. The camera pans over to JTB being greeted by his guests. They grab him and hug and start chanting his name. A girl holds up a bottle of vodka and JTB cocks his back and chugs it down. She dumps the rest of it over his head, and JTB shakes his head around while yelling "WOOOO!" Guys in the back ground can be seen doing keg-stands at the multiple kegs. Five to be exact, plus everybody bought some of their own which is stashed in the multiple mini-fridges scattered around the yard. One guy holds out a red letter-man jacket and JTB puts it on. It has "NA" on the chest, and JTB grabs one of their "NA" hats and puts it on his head, cocked to the side a little bit. They continue to chant as the rest of party all gather around behind The Bastard cheering.
JTB: Welcome... TO THE NEW AGE!
The party goes nuts and many of them have a drink to that. The ones closest to The Bastard start to pat his back. The Bastard stands in front of his new brothers with supreme confidence. They are one hundred percent behind him. All of them have gathered to hear what The Bastard has to say, and let him know that they are with him.
JTB: You are looking at the new fraternity of wrestling!
They all go nuts again and The Bastard has a huge smile on his face.
JTB: You see, New Age isn't just a phase. It's not just a flash in the pan. New Age is a way of life! New Age is an idea, and you can't just kill an idea. When I go, there will be another one just like me to keep the tradition going, because you can't fucking kill the New Age!
Roars and cheers. Booze being sprayed in the background.
JTB: And people like Kurt Orton...
"BOOOOOOO!!!!"
JTB: Yeah, I know, right? Kurt Orton fuckin' sucks!
"YEAH!"
JTB: But, guys like him wanna say that the New Age doesn't mean anything? Dude, I got a whole damn army here down with the cause, bud. What? Are you jealous? You don't know how it feels to have the ground you walk on worshiped by mutha fuckas you don't even know? Bro, I am the S to the H to the I to the T!
"FUCK YEAH!"
JTB: Now, hold on, guys... It's time to get serious.
"Ohhhhhhh...."
JTB: Kurt, you made the biggest mistake of your life when you accepted the match I proposed. I mean, you say that you wanna protect your wife, yet you deliberately put her in immense danger cause you're blinded by the hopes and dreams of saving Thy WWE. Saving it from what? Yourself? Cause, if that's case, then you're on the right track. But, leave the saving of Thy to a group of people who can get the job done. What type of Thy do you want to live in, Kurt? One where Kurt Orton gets all the gold. Gets every title shot. Gets every opportunity while everybody else gets left in the cold? That's not what I wanna see, Kurt. In fact, I think Thy WWE would be much better off without you or that dirty bitch you call a wife.
"OHHHHHH!!!!!!"
JTB: That's right, buddy. You wanna threaten me? Say if I talk shit about your whorin' ass wife then you're gonna make me pay? Well, I just did, son, and I hope you get to see this, cause I can't wait to see what kind of pitiful offense you'll bring to the table for this match. Cause that about sums it up for you, Kurt. Pitiful. You think you can just show up and put out some bullshit half-assed attempt at beating me and succeed? It's a joke, man! That's why you'll never beat me. That's why you can't beat me. That's why you'll never again hold that Thy WWE Championship. See, the New Age, we believe in what we're fighting for. But, you? You only seem to believe in yourself, and not in a good way. You're only fighting for Kurt Orton, and you don't even believe in what you're fighting for, Kurt. It's textbook! You don't believe in yourself! AJ believes in you, bless her little heart, but you? You have so much undeserving pride in yourself that you go head-first in to a fight that is impossible to win. You're gonna get hurt, Kurt, and AJ is gonna get hurt to. And I hope that you can live with yourself after Triana and I get done with eliminating the both of you. You may live to fight another day, but AJ? She's got nothing on Triana. AJ is out of her league in this one and it's all your fault! Gimme a fuckin' drink!
The Bastard reaches back and somebody hands him a red solo cup. JTB chugs it back then goes on.
JTB: Kurt, we're doing what's best for Thy WWE! How do you not see this? Rain got his shot! If he beats Zak - he won't, by the way - but, if he somehow does, New Age has won! A new guy with huge talent got a shot and capitalized on it. That's what we want! If he loses, we keep the title and we still win. Being in the New Age is a win-win, and sadly, Kurt... I know you wish you were one of us; one of the cool kids. But, you're not, and you never will be. You're just too damn selfish, and this week, in the I Quit Match, your trial will begin, and your life as you know it will end...
The party-goers behind JTB start to quietly chant "New Age. New Age. New Age."
JTB: Because if the Green Goblin has taught me anything...
"New Age. New Age. New Age."
JTB: It's that in the art of war...
"New Age! New Age! New Age!"
JTB: First...
"New Age! New Age! New Age!"
JTB: You attack the heart.
"NEW AGE! NEW AGE NEW AGE!"
The Bastard laughs and turns back toward the adulation and yells something about getting this party started as the scene slowly begins to fade out...
"NEW AGE! NEW AGE! NEW AGE! NEW AGE! NEW AGE! NEW AGE! NEW AGE!"
The End.
