Loads of on-cards lead to a rather small RP turnout... still, NEXTWAVE is amazing.
1. Johnny Pain
2. Lara Leigh Love
3. Andrew Raynes
INTERNATIONAL TV CHAMPION
V/O: Herb Van Buren...
[When you normally hear someone say that name, it's Lazz Sterling as of late, but not this time. No, this time it's Johnny Pain who's set to defend his ITV Championship against HVB this time. The camera opened up on Pain sitting backstage, it wasn't too long before the show was about to begin, he was already dressed in his wrestling gear, and was taping his hands up as he spoke.]
Pain: Herb, tonight the only thing you've got going for you tonight are two different things. One, you're a cheat, and two, you out-weigh me by like 150 pounds give or take a few. Basically meaning I can't pick you up, that's you're only advantage, because cheating won't get you anywhere but disqualified and me pissed off. Now, I'm not expecting you to wrestle my way, you couldn't even if you tried, hell, I don't even know if I can get you into a submission move to finish you off.
[Pain shrugs, he honestly doesn't care, he doesn't need a submission to beat anyone, but it's his trademark so he had to make mention of it.]
Pain: Aside from my match tonight I've been asked by a few people about Rayne's inadvertent hit on me in last week's match where I got pinned by McCoy. All I'm going to say is, we went for a move, it got messed up and I got pinned. I'm honestly not sweating it, accident's happen a lot, and he didn't do it purposely. Well, I'm 99.9% sure he didn't do it on purpose, honestly, there would be no motive in taking me out for McCoy to pick up a win. That's all I'm going to say about that, next week .. well next week a whole lot will be said and done, but that's next week. Tonight I have a huge obstacle in my way, literally.
[Pain finished taping up his right hand, then squeezed his fist into a ball and punch his palm to make sure the tape was going to hold and was solid. A reassuring nod was all that was needed as he began taping up his left hand.]
Pain: I really don't have time to sit around and cut a promo right now though, I've got a match that I need to prepare for, but I can promise you that tonight, you're going to see a whole new side of Pain that you've not seen in a very, very long time.
[Pain flashes a cocky little smirk before he waved the camera's away and we fade to black.]
IGA WOMEN'S HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION
LARA LEIGH LOVE
[The scene opens to The Hilton Hotel. More specifically, the room of IGA Women's World Champion Lara Leigh Love. It's morning and the young woman is seated in the dining area, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper. She's clad in a white tank top and gray sweats, her feet bare. Her brown hair falls straight down her back. As the camera zooms closer, she looks up and flashes a grin.]
LLL: Well, I'm certainly looking forward to my match tonight. Because I finally get to wrestle someone that I actually respect and who I feel will give me a decent fight, something I've been waiting months for.
See, I'm done messing around with these no-talent bimbos like Holly Hotbody and the rest of those Agency slores. Don't get me wrong. It can be fun, slapping around a bunch of prissy bitches who feel the need to check their face after every move, ready to call foul at the slightest blemish or bruise.
[She rolls her eyes.]
LLL: But, at the end of the day, it's ultimately unfulfilling.
LLL: I guess I'm from the old school, where vanity takes a back seat to winning the match and beating the Hell out of an opponent. Luckily, Erika Sato feels the exact same way. That's why I was so happy to find out that she would be my opponent tonight. Because, much like when I'm dealing with Apathy, I know that I'll get an actual challenge out of Erika. She's going to make me work for this win and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I know Erika well now, having worked both with and against her, in the past. She won't back down and will be coming at me with her absolute best, whether the actual title is on the line or not. And I'll be doing the same with her, 'cause no amount of respect is gonna save her or anyone else from an ass kicking.
[She grins again.]
LLL: That title I've got says that I'm the queen of the mountain in IGA. And there's no other way of proving that than by continuing to take on this division's best and beating them down. And Erika, this week, it's your turn.
I look forward to seeing your latest tricks and even more forward to showing you mine. I'm sure you figure that I've been around long enough now that most have already seen everything that I can do. But you'd be wrong. A chick doesn't last in a business this competitive without keeping a few tricks up her sleeve. Either way, I think we're going to have a kick ass time and remind people of what this division is really about.
[The scene opens up with the Phoenix Champion, Andrew Raynes, sitting at a cafť with Tyler and looking rather confident. He wasnít sure that he was going to have an easy title defense or not against Marty Donovan because he wouldnít be quite sure if heíd actually show up or not. Andrew was sitting across from Hollywood as the two were discussing plans for the upcoming defense.]
Hollywood: Excited about defending an IGA belt for the first time?
Raynes: Wouldnít it be like any other title defense?
Hollywood: Yes, except in IGA, the titles are quite prestigious, every single one of them so you must be thinking about it all the time and making sure that you donít take it lightly or else youíre going to end up back with nothing once again.
Raynes: Alright, you big bitch, Iíll make sure that I take this title defense seriously and defend it with ease.
[Andrew couldnít help but chuckle but Hollywood wasnít budging his look at all. Andrew finally because serious as he knew he wansít making any waves with Tyler at all.]
Hollywood: What you also need to be focusing on is a chance to become IGA World Champion also.
Raynes: Well that can only be decided once I get into the 2-minute drill and kick some ass.
Hollywood: True, but first, this title defense comes first and then you have your unification match to worry about.
Raynes: Never get ahead of ourselves can we Tyler?
Hollywood: What kind of a manager would I be if we did that?
Raynes: A shitty one who Iíd probably have to fire..
[They both chuckle as Andrew gets up and goes to take care of business. HE walks past Tyler and pats him on the shoulder.]
Raynes: Thanks for breakfast by the way.
[Andrew chuckles as he walks off as the waitress comes by and drops the bill on the table. Hollywood just looks at it and sighs.]
Hollywood: God damn you, Andrew.
[Meanwhile, Andrew is walking down the street and feeling more confident than ever before. He was enjoying the fact that he was a champion in IGA after busting his ass for so long. He was set to defend his belt against a long time rival of his and in a different setting where he was in control.]
Raynes: So it seems that we canít escape each other Marty wherever we go. Here though, things are much different. Youíre not seen as much of anything while I have easily cemented myself in IGA as one of its fastest rising stars to nearly becoming World Heavyweight Championship twice, to becoming Phoenix champion for the first time in my career. I have developed myself into becoming one of the best around here and itís only going to get better from there.
What have you done though Marty; just keep up with your old antics that are more dried up than a fucking desert? How you earned this title match is beyond me but I will be damned if I let my first title defense fail at your hands. I have worked hard ever since coming into the IGA and I have earned the opportunity to represent this company as one of its champions and I will give this belt some pride and recognition that it truly does deserve before unifying it with the International TV title in a couple of weeks.
First things first though, itís about dealing with you, Marty.
[Andrew continues to walk, feeling focused and ready to get to work. He turns a corner and keeps walking.]
Raynes: I am the Phoenix champion Marty and that isnít about to change any time soon. After getting bumped from the tournament of warriors, I responded immediately with a title victory which most people wouldnít be able to do under any circumstances. I though, saw opportunity where I had failed before and I took it and it has given me something in return. That is something Marty that you will never dare take away from me because come CombatZone, I will make sure that you understand this fully when I defend my belt for the first time and not allow you to taint this belt with your pathetic excuse for a career.
Nothing has been able to stop me Marty, from the betrayals to the notion that I was a nobody in IGA until I went toe to toe with Essex and became well known in IGA. It would only be a matter of time before I would hold gold and itís all paid off for me. I have worked hard and never looked back on a single thing and it has given me everything I could ask for in return.
I could walk down this road and continue to talk about all the other bullshit from the past between us Marty but in all honesty, itís not worth it because here, we are much different people than before. Weíve matured, well; at least I know I have. It canít be said the same for you Marty, you insult people who arenít even around. You believe you see people when they arenít in front of you but you ignore it anyways. You think that somehow, you really know me but the truth is that you donít know me from a damn hole in the ground. I am a man who has come to the IGA looking to become on of its greatest wrestlers of all time and do it by busting my ass and being managed by one of the best and it is all coming to fruition slowly.
[Andrew just kept walking and staying focused.]
Raynes: Combatzone, Marty, will be where I show you how things have changed around here. Where you thought youíd have an easy title win in IGA will be nothing more than a fantasy that is easily brushed away like a cloud. I will continue to be the Phoenix Champion and then when I unify the titles, I will ensure that it is this title that remains standing in the end. It is a symbol of recognition here in the IGA and I plan to keep it standing and living strong for as long as possible.
Marty, youíre in for a big shock when you think you have it easy in this title match and I will show you that youíre long overdue for a serious ass kicking and wake up call unlike any before. I
Times are changing marty and here in the IGA, itís a whole new ball game. Come bring your ass for a fight and youíll learn that here in IGA, just when you think that you can bring yourself to stardomÖ
[Raynes just stops and smirks.]
Raynes: ..You get cancelled, just like that.
[Raynes just chuckles and walks away as the scene fades out.]
[The scene opens up to an air force base in the middle of the Nevada desert, where we find Adrian Tanner's giant robot, Rosie, with a missile launcher strapped to its back. Not far away are your heroes, Nextwave, building... something near the ramp.]
Adrian: Okay, lets see, 'insert Rod A into Slot B...'
Brandon Young: Thatís what sh-
Adrian: Brandon if you say 'thatís what she saidí one more time I swear to god I'm gonna strap you to Rosie and launch you into space.
Cecil: Please do, I'm getting tired of the innuendo.
Brandon: ...Damn spoilsports. So, what are we doing again?
Adrian: I already told you, building this special satellite transmitter to block any incoming attacks.
Brandon: Right, right. From these ĎAge of Enlightenmentí guys. But that still doesnít make any sense. Who are these guys, and why do we have Rosie strapped with a nuke to stop them?
Adrian: You see...
Brandon: ...What did you guys do?
Cecil: Well, when the new show card came out, we found out we were supposed to wrestle the ĎAge of Enlightenmentí at the next show.
Brandon: Right. Again, why the nuke?
Adrian: Weíre getting to that! You see, when I called all my contacts around the biz... Mainly the IGA. And, maybe by Ďcontactsí I mean I asked the Janitor and a couple random ring crew guys when we were leaving the Singapore arena last week.. But anyways, when NOBODY I knew could tell us who the hell we were supposed to be facing next week, I did the next best thing I could think of.
Brandon: Called up Jazz or Kendra and asked them?
Adrian: Well, no.
Cecil: ...He googled them.
[Cecil rolls his eyes, Brandon gives Adrian a blank look.]
Adrian: Hey, it worked!
[Brandon motions to the area around them.]
Adrian: Shut up and let me tell the story! Anyways, so yeah, I googled them, and it turns out they have this ĎAge of Enlightenmentí Temple in some small backwoods part of China. So, I grabbed Cecil, and we headed over there to see if we could find out some info about our upcoming match.
Brandon: Ah, that makes sense then. Oh wait, NO IT DOESNíT. What the hell does some Chinese religious whatever have to do with a wrestling show?!
Adrian: Thatís why we went over there, asshat!
Brandon: Okay. And?
Adrian: ...And... We.... maaay have set their house/holy temple on fire.
[Brandon gives a blank look.]
Adrian: And we... MIGHT have accidentally, ACCIDENTALLY... landed Rosie on top of their already burning house/holy temple.
[More blank looking.]
Adrian: But that part wasnít my fault!
[Adrian casts a glare at Cecil.]
Cecil: Well it wasnít my fault!
Adrian: I told you to press the Black Button!
Cecil: There are FIFTY-TWO POINT FIVE Black Buttons!
Brandon: ...Point five?
Cecil: ...Donít ask. ...Tanner is really racist when you get to know him
[Adrian sighs and slaps Cecil on the back of the head.]
Adrian: I really wish you would stop telling people that
Brandon: How.. Did you.. I mean.. What...
Adrian: Fine, Iíll explain.
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[The scene flashes back to a few days ago, where we now find Rosie parked outside of a monastery/temple deep in a wooded area in China. And by Ďparkedí we of course mean, leveled half of the woods around the temple and currently standing atop the broken shards of what used to be a bath house. Nevertheless, the monks donít seem too upset. Theyíre a peaceful group after all.]
[The scene changes to inside the temple, where a monk is leading Adrian and Cecil on a tour.]
(For those reading the closed captions at home, < > = Translated from Chinese)
Monk: <And over here is our Prayer room, where we give our prayers and thoughts to the almighty, the Great Raptor Jesus.>
Adrian: So you guys really are just a big crazy cult, arenít you?
[The Monk looks at Adrian in an odd way.]
Adrian: ...You donít understand a word Iím saying do you?
[The Monk continues staring.]
Adrian: BOOGETY BOOGETY BOO!
[The Monk continues staring.]
Adrian: Uh, okay.. Continue. Go away now. Take us somewhere else now!
....Hello! Go that way now!
[The Monk continues staring. Adrian starts motioning in a direction. The Monk finally notices and finally grins and bows his head, before walking off and motioning them to follow.]
[Our heroes follow the Monk, as he leads them into the room he was talking about, a giant outdoor cathedral looking area with benches all lined up towards a giant bronze statue of Jesus with a Dinosaur head fixed to the top. Giant torches line either side of the statue.]
Monk: <The fires on either side of the holy statue are to signify our holy nature of enlightenment. The fires light the path to our hearts and souls through the great Raptor Jesus.>
[Nextwave isnít really paying attention. Adrianís walking along behind their tour guide, but heís currently engaged in trying to annoy the other monks standing guard around them. Cecilís watching Adrian more than where either of them is going.]
Adrian: Your mother wears combat boots!
[They continue on.]
Tour guide monk: <Over here, we prepare the food for the holy feast.>
Adrian: Your father was an American!
Cecil: Oh. Burn.
[Cecil rolls his eyes. The third monk Adrian tries to annoy does the same thing as the other two: Stare blankly with no comprehension.]
Tour guide monk: <Every year on the 10th of March we celebrate the birth of the Great Raptor Jesus with a great feast. One of every animal, and even some humans, are served for dinner.>
Adrian: Your grandma wa- Wait, did he say Ďhumans?í
Cecil: ...When did we learn chinese?
[Nextwave share a look, then Adrian shrugs his shoulders and goes back to annoying the monks.]
Adrian: Your Grandfather was a hermaphrodite time traveler who traveled back in time and invented the Thesaurus, only to kill himself from the horror of watching you use his invention to butcher the english language!
Cecil: ..Dude! Donít compare this poor guy to PAT! He might like, commit seppuku and bleed... synonyms.
[Adrian stops, almost looking ashamed of himself.]
Adrian: ...Heís right. Iím sorry guy, that was.. That was below the belt. My apologies.
[New monk stares blankly at him. Like every other one. Tour guide monk finally notices our heroes not really paying attention, and angrily motions them to follow. Adrian grins and starts walking after him. Cecil begins to play catch up, but notices a hot red-headed Caucasian woman walk out of a door across from him.]
Cecil: Jumping goddesses, batman! Hello~~~~ Nurse!
[Cecil leans against one of the giant torches, as the red headed woman walks over to him.]
Cecil: What say you and I ditch this shrine and get better acquainted with the primal raptor-instinct lying dormant within all of us?
[Suddenly, the torch he was leaning against begins to tip over.]
Cecil: So what do you say, babe? You wanna... huh?
Woman: I would, but you're a little too on fire for my tastes, sugar.
[The woman winks at him and leaves out of sight, leaving a dumb-founded Cecil still leaning against the wall, oblivious to the wax falling on his right pant leg. He finally notices it and looks back at her.]
Cecil: Clever girl...
[Cecil almost falls over as the giant torch he was leaning against suddenly topples over. Fire spews out onto the floor and lights part of his pant leg on fire. The screams and burning smell bring Adrian and the tour guide back into the room.]
Adrian: Cecil! The fuck did you do?!
Cecil: [Swatting at his pant leg feverishly.] I didnít... It wasnít... Woman... Raptor... Torch... Ow, burning... Not feel good.
[Suddenly the giant torch rolls and slams into the OTHER giant torch, sending THAT ONE toppling over, and suddenly the entire temple is engulfed in flames.]
Adrian: ....Thatís not good. Thatís not good at all.
Cecil: Fuck me!
[Nextwave turn around, noticing the angry glares of the few people who havenít run for their goddamn lives yet. Some of those people carrying giant pointy sticks.]
Adrian: Uh, I think itís time for us to go.
Cecil: Yeah me too... I didn't get that babe's number.
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[Cut outside the temple, our heroes have fled to their only refuge, Adrianís giant Robot, Rosie, and are currently trying to leave, but their being met with some resistance. It turns out the Ďpeacefulí monks arenít so peaceful after all. At least when you set their house on fire. Some of the monks have Rosieís legs tied down with seemingly unbreakable cables, while others are firing various spears and semi-automatic weapons at them.]
Cecil: Get us outta here already!
Adrian: IíM TRYING!
ďShields at 65%Ē
Adrian: What the hell was that?!
Cecil: I donít.... Oh címon!
[Cecil motions to the outside view, where two of the so-called Ďpeacefulí monks are loading up a goddamn bazooka.]
Cecil: Well gee, ma. Everything was going just peachy and all until some of the robe-wearing pooftahs decided to pull a rocket-launcher with the capabilities to blow a small city away. Other than that, it was great. Speaking of things that would be great... Anytime now, Aids...
Adrian: Backseat flying isnít helping the situation here, Cecil... and leave your mother out of this!
[Adrian presses a button on his console, and suddenly Rosie finally goes airborne, breaking free from the cables. The bazooka is about to fire though.]
Adrian: Relax, I got this. Get the tele up, we gotta bolt.
[Adrian grabs hold of the driving lever, and pushes a button on the side, and a white hot thin laser blasts from Rosieís fist. It takes out the bazooka.]
Adrian: ...OH COME ON!
[And also sets the forest behind them on fire.]
Cecil: Tele, tele... which one was that aga- WHAT DID YOU DO?!
Adrian: ...Shut up and keep looking!
Cecil: Itíd be helpful if I knew which button!
Adrian: The Black Button!
[Cecil looks down at the panel again, noticing the entire console is nothing BUT black buttons.]
Cecil: ...WHICH! There's like ten families of black buttons here an- What the hell, half of a black button?
Adrian: Just push it!
[Cecil sighs. Then he looks up and sees two more bazookas being loaded their way. He vows to kill Adrian if they make it out of this alive, then closes his eyes and presses a button.]
[The cabin shakes violently. Cecil opens his eyes to find Rosie now standing atop the still burning rubble of what used to be a holy temple.]
Adrian: ...FUCKING COME ON!
[Adrian shoves Cecil out of the way, and pushes another button, and Rosie disappears from view in a bright purple flash.]
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[Moments later, they reappear, seemingly away from the destruction their seemingly harmless visit across the world has caused.]
Adrian: ..Thank god.
[Adrian slumps against the console. Cecil almost collapses from shock..]
Cecil: Remind me to never go anywhere with you again.
Adrian: IíM not the one who lit their temple on fire. Now shut up and come here.
[Cecil moves over to Adrian.]
Adrian: Alright, I need to go down and make sure sheís okay to make it home. Watch the console and make sure no...
[Adrian stops in mid-sentence, staring out the window.]
Cecil: Yo, Adrian? Whatís wro....
...Youíve got to be kidding me.
Japanese soldier on Megaphone: GODZIRRA! KILL THE INFIDELS!
[Adrian rolls his eyes. Cecil almost dies from shock. Adrian presses the button once more and they once again disappear in a bright purple flash.]
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[Back in real time.]
Adrian: ..So thatís the story.
[Brandon stares blankly at Adrian. Suddenly, an Air force officer walks over to the three of them.]
Air Force Officer: One of you guys, Adrian Tanner?
Adrian: That would be me, sir.
Air Force Officer: Guy on the phone for you. Says heís from some IGA. Says something about Ďyou guys facing some Age of Enlightenmentí in some contest. Says to tell you those guys are Clyde Dixon and Terminator, or something.
[Robert Patrick suddenly appears at the mere mentioning of Terminator and makes a shifty look to his left, the camera focusing on his eyes while a short bit of horror music plays. He then leaves. The conversation continues as if he was never there.]
Adrian: ...Dixon and Terminus.
Air Force Officer: Thatís the one.
[Adrian does a face palm. Of course.]
Adrian: Uh, thank you sir. Weíll be heading out in a few so you donít have to worry about us anymore.
Air Force Officer: Sure thing. You gents have a good day.
[The Air Force Officer leaves. Cecil looks nervously around him with this bit of news.]
Adrian: 'Sup Ceece?
Cecil: What? Oh, nothing. Just kinda surprised that I'm gonna be fighting against Dixon again after just coming out of a match with him.
Adrian: What's the biggie? If I recall you creamed his ass in that match.
Cecil: You know how I feel about things like this.
Adrian: ...You racist fucker.
Cecil: No, no. I mean, having to fight against someone who knows how you fight and knows your moves.
Adrian: So? Anyone who pays attention to the TV will know your moves. Look at Roscoe Law.
Cecil: True, but he never actually fought me inside the ring before that match. Clyde on the other hand, has.
Adrian: ....Ahh, yes. You're referring to that time early in our youth when you had a rivalry going on with that scrub who was shorter than you, aren't you?
Cecil: ...Little bastard stalked me, I swear. No matter what I threw at him during our scuffles, he'd turn it right back around at me and dive off random things. Now that I think back on it, he would have made a great wrestler...
[Adrian steps closer to Cecil and smacks the back of Cecil's head.]
Adrian: You're damn right he would have, fucker.
[Cecil's eyes widen as he realizes who that "Little Bastard" was; He was standing right in front of Cecil, glaring at him and exactly one inch taller than the young submissions-expert.]
Cecil: You slimy gimp...
Adrian: No, you!
Cecil: Oh, gonna start with that now are we? Wel-
[Tanner takes a deep breath and turns away from Cecil, facing the camera and more importantly, away from Cecil.]
Adrian: ĎSides man, your thinking way too much about this. For one, you smashed Clyde last week.
Cecil: Thank you Ted, that was the jo- er, yes we already established that.
Adrian: Donít make me send you back to China.
Cecil: You wouldnít!
Adrian: Didnít think Iíd break the crayons either.
[...Cecil stays quiet.]
Adrian: Thank you. What I was also going to say was... that your right, he does know you. Heís been in the ring with you.
Brandon: He also watched as you stretched his ass to hell with the ĎTrigger.
Cecil: No wonder those rumors about us are floating around.
Brandon: Syberus and his ambiguously gay Circus act of Nobodies arenít really qualified to call anyone else gay.
Adrian: ...Gentlemen! Iím trying to make a point here!
Adrian: ...Thank you, geez. A little thing people forget, Clyde and I were partners before. Stablemates, much like you and I. So yeah, he knows a little about you from last week, but I know A LOT about him! I was there when he tried to rip Roah Shiroís leg out of his leg. I was there when Not Japanese Ken dropped him on his head a little too hard.. I know Clyde, how he works, how he hits, his weak points. And if I can exploit them, then you can damn sure exploit them. You did a perfectly good job of it last week.
Brandon: What about the other guy?
Adrian: Termite? Since neither of you actually watched the IGA before we came here, lemme let you in on a little secret. Termieís been in a bad way for a looong time. Losing match after match, getting his ass kicked. I mean he lost the Phoenix Title a few weeks ago to Andrew Raynes! ANDREW RAYNES! I mean, címon! ANDREW RAYNES!
Cecil: ...You mean the guy thatís gonna be one-half of the most dominating and daring team in the Frank this year?
Adrian: No, thatíd be Andy.
Cecil: Weíll see about that, punk!
Adrian: Oh, we will.
Brandon: Guys? IGA?
Adrian: Right. So yeah, Termie and Clyde have been in a bad slump lately, and something tells me itís not gonna change anytime soon. At least not when it comes to us. The next step in Tag Team Greatness. The Nextwave of badassery. The man with the Golden Gun and the guy with the most badass submission move in years. The Arizona Assassin and the guy Johnny Pain wishes he could be.
We are the Nextwave. And...
[Adrian looks up at his giant robot and stares into space.]
Brandon: And they like to blow shit up.
[Cecil slaps Adrian on the back of the head, breaking his reverie.]
Brandon: I think we should get going now.
[Our heroes begin walking towards Rosie to leave.]
Adrian: You wanna know something funny? Thatís not the first time I ran into Godzilla.
Adrian: Yeah... Syb and I almost killed the Pope, got chased around the world.. Itís... Itís a long story. Iíll tell you later.