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Previously on MVW 6:05…………….
Location: St. Louis, Missouri: MVW TV Studios
June 4, 2022
MAIN EVENT: Dickinson Brothers (‘Redneck’ Bill Dickinson/’Big Don’ Dickinson) vs The Buffet Club (The Couch Potato/The Order Taker)
Fast forward to the end…………….
Bill hits a body slam and The Order Taker is in big trouble. Here we go. Bill puts The Order Taker’s head between his legs and lifts for Southern Fried Powerbomb-WAIT! SOMEONE’S IN THE RING! CHAOS BREAKS OUT! A scraggly, scruffy man with long hair, long beard, and wearing ring gear???
Then it becomes apparent who the man is.
Scott Stevens
Thunderbolt Smith: SCOTT STEVENS????
Thunderbolt goes on to explain that he’s been homeless for several weeks now and indefinitely suspended from MVW.
Rick Hall points out that Stevens has just been named to Lee and Michael Lee Best’s Team for High Octane Wrestling’s War Games.
Both Dickinsons, The Order Taker, and Couch Potato just stare at Stevens.
Then… High Octane Wrestling’s Elite Protection Unit appear and they charge towards the ring.
Stevens sees them coming and immediately hops over the top rope to the floor and jumps over the barricade into the crowd.
Thunderbolt Smith: What the hell is going on?
The EPU chase after Stevens as the show ends.
Back to our regular scheduled program………………
Location: Chicago, Illinois: The Best Arena
June 5, 2022: Time: 5:30 am
The scene opens up to the desolate Best Arena in the Windy City until a couple of humvees come speeding into the parking lot before come to a screeching halt outside of the arena. The door to one of the humvees opens and out steps a member of the EPU. The man’s jacket reads, “Thibodeaux” as he must be in charge of this unit. Thibodeaux snaps his fingers and the driver of the humvee opens one of his front vest pockets and produces a cell phone and hands it over to his commanding officer. Thibodeaux presses a couple of buttons on the phone before placing it to his ear.
“We found him.” Thibodeaux informs the person on the other end. “I’m sure. We followed him all night from St. Louis and he came back here. Apparently he has been staying in the boiler room of the arena this whole time.” Thibodeaux nods as he listens from the other end. “Yes sir. He’ll be packaged and delivered soon.” promises Thibodeaux as he ends the call and begins to place a new one. “The mission is ago.” Thibodeaux informs whoever is on the other end before ending the call and handing the phone back to the driver.
30 minutes later……
Three more humvees come speeding into view and a few moments pass before they come to a screeching halt next to the other vehicles. The doors quickly open and a platoon of EPU step onto the pavement.
“Listen up!” Thibodeaux shouts as his men look towards him. “The subject is inside. He is residing in the boiler room. Proceed with caution because the subject is delusional and dangerous. Also, the boss wants him relatively unharmed.”
That bit of information doesn’t seem to go well with the other members of the EPU.
“Tasers only! Batons are a last resort!” Thibodeaux looks at his men. “Do I make myself clear?” he asks firmly and the rest of the platoon shouts in unison, “YES SIR!” Thibodeaux motions for his men to fall out and they head toward the entrance of the Best Arena.
20 minutes later……………
The doors to the Best Arena open and out comes the EPU dragging an unconscious person in shackles and what appears to be a Hannibal Lecter type of mask attached to the person’s face.
“I can’t believe that piece of shit bit me.” One of the EPU guards says to his fellow guard as he rubs his bandage neck that is already going to need a new one unless 97 red is the new color for bandages. Once they get to the vehicles, two members of the EPU open the back to the humvee and the other two shove the person of interest inside before getting in themselves.
Thibodeaux begins to make another call, “We have him sir.” A lot of shouting is heard but we can’t make out what is being said. “Yes sir. We are headed to the airport now.” A few moments pass before Thibodeaux hangs up the call. “Let’s get the package to the airport!” Thibodeaux commands his troops as they all head towards the airport.
12 hours later…………….
The private airplane of High Octane Airways touchdowns and when it comes to a stop the door to the plane opens up and the EPU lead the package towards a waiting armored car. The vehicle begins to drive away and as it exits the airport and enters the nearest entrance to the highway we see the damage down to the city of Kyiv from the Russian and Ukrainian conflict. We see that there are holes in the pavement of the highway and that is why the car is going slower than the advertised limit of speed. We see barricades and sandbags littering the highway as we move along. Scorched jeeps and tanks litter the road as well as near the exit ramp.
“Ten Minutes.” The driver says to the EPU members in the back. The car makes it to the hotel and pulls up to the front. The backdoor to the armored car opens and an EPU steps out and looks around before motioning to the other guards inside the vehicle. A few seconds pass before the package is pulled out of the car and the EPU erect a diamond formation around the person as they head inside of the hotel. Once inside, the EPU take their standard positions and two men take the package towards a set of elevators. Once inside, they push a button for the top floor. Once they reach the top floor, one EPU guard steps out and checks the corridor before motioning to the other and the package is pushed out of t he elevator and into the hallway. Once they reach the end of the hallway, the lead EPU guard pounds on the door that is numbered, “97” and the door slowly opens. The package is dragged inside and throw onto the floor in front of a wooden desk and someone sitting in a leather chair with their back towards them.
“Dear God, it smells like fucking dog shit in here!” the familiar voice shouts as the person turns around revealing himself to be the GOD of HOW himself, Lee Best. Lee motions for the EPU to remove the shackles and the face mask, and once they do the identity of the package is revealed to be Scott Stevens.
“Seems like the predicament you’re currently in Santa smells worse than your opinion of my hygiene.” Stevens replies as he raises his head up towards Lee. “As a matter of fact…..” the Texan gets to his feet and rubs his wrists as his skin is discolored from the prolonged wear of the handcuffs. “It reeks of desperation.” Stevens’ statement doesn’t seem to go over well with the boss as he slams his fist on the desk. Lee makes a quick eye nod to the EPU guards and the guards force Stevens down into a chair before the one next to Lee slides a paper in front of the Texan.
“What’s this? The dinner menu? I’m starv…..” one of the EPU guards sucker punches Stevens across the face as Lee reaches into his pocket and produces that pen and places it next to piece of paper.
“Sign it.” A firm tone exits God’s lips as he leans back in his chair waiting for the Texan to add his John Hancock to the document. The Texan hawks a loogie filled with trickles of blood onto the floor as he leans forward and notices the document on the desk is a new HOW contract.
“No.” Stevens replies as he shoves the contract and pen back towards Lee.
“What’s that?” Lee asks again and Stevens shakes his head.
“You heard me.” Stevens states and the boss doesn’t look pleased as he picks up the pen and holds it in his clenched fist.
“Brave words for someone who wants to do things the hard way.” States God as he taps the side of his face near the eye with the pen and Stevens chuckles. Lee is taken aback by Scott’s laughter. “What’s so fucking funny dickhead?!?!?” demands Lee.
“You’ve tried that before and it didn’t work out for you, but what I’m really laughing at is you acting tough in this moment of desperation because it doesn’t suit you all too well.” Scott replies and Lee chuckles before replying, “Oh really?” Stevens nods before replying, “You got stung by the guy with the scorpion neck tattoo and you think old reliable Scott Stevens is going to fall in line and sign on the dotted line and join your team at War Games because you’re a man down, but my answer is no.” Lee laughs. “Mother fucker, I don’t need you.” Stevens leans forward in his chair so Lee can hear him better, “Yes, you do.” Lee shakes his head in disgust before replying, “Dickhead, I got fifty people on speed dial that I can get here to take your spot.” Lee informs Scott, but the Texan doesn’t believe him. “Why am I here then?” Scott asks and Lee responds, “Because I thought a Hall of Famer like yourself would like to quit living in the gutter with the rats and roaches.” Stevens doesn’t buy it and decides to see if Lee is bluffing or not as he gets up from the chair and heads towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Lee asks puzzled that Stevens is leaving.
“I’m good with living in the gutter Lee and I’m sure Sutler or Shane Reynolds or even Mark O’ Neal will drop everything and be here half way across the world for you to compete at War Games.” Stevens replies before giving a salute and turning back to leave.
“Wait.” Lee says with a deflated tone.
“Why?” Scott turns from the door and back towards Lee Best.
Lee is trying to say something, but the words that are about to come out of his mouth almost make him want to vomit, “because I need you.” Just saying that phrase makes Lee fill dirty. “You happy dickhead?” A smirk forms over the Texan’s face as he heads back towards the desk and takes a seat. “See, it wasn’t that difficult.” Stevens replies mockingly, and Lee tells Scott to, “fuck off.” Stevens reaches over the desk for the contract and pen. “Now you know how I felt to be betrayed by the very people I trusted and thought had my back. I have shed my blood, sweat, and tears for this company for nearly ten years and you toss me aside like a piece of trash like my name was JJ Starfire!” shouts Scott as he slams his fist on the desk. “You decide to castrate me because of your douchebag of a son whispering sweet nothings into your ear without hearing my side of the story because you chose to take the side of a person whose opinion doesn’t matter.” Stevens grips the edge of the desk tightly. “Then you try and get in my good graces by going on the HOR saying people who don’t like me can fuck off and such, but it was too little too late because you could’ve done this in the beginning without firing me.” Stevens leans in and the EPU get closer to God, but he motions them to step back. “I am your most loyal soldier and you betrayed me. I was with you when your Son and his Board left you for UTAH and the Four Corners of Las Vegas. I was with you when Scottywood decided to take his ball and take his drunk ass home when he got butt hurt and didn’t get his way. More importantly, when you needed the absolute truth and no bullshit you always got that from me because you know my word is my bond.” Stevens says sternly as he signs his new HOW contract before slowly putting down the pen and slowly rises from his chair. “Oh, yes I wanted to hear you say it.” The Texan says with a chuckle. “I mean I knew you had apologized when you posted that news article and placed me in War Games, but I just couldn’t pass up hearing Lee Best say he needed my help.” Lee’s face starts to boil as he watches Stevens exit the room.
“Mother fucker…..”
Lee says to himself as the scene fades.