Alex Stone Vs James Ceno

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~"Hell" by Disturbed starts playing as a house show finishes up with a match. A local superstar just had a big push and he won the match; Ceno interrupts his celebration, as it was his first real win in almost 100 matches, including his training with minor wrestlers. He looks at Ceno, welcoming him as if he was going to fight the hardcore high-flying technician. As Ceno gets into the ring, the kid attacks him, expecting there to be no fight in the eWe veteran. Unfortunately for the rookie, Ceno throws him into the corner and starts hitting him with an onslaught of haymakers. Ceno quickly slaps him across the face and he turns, leaning over the top turnbuckle. Ceno puts him up on the top just as he is, and he climbs up, following close behind. The kid doesn't know what's happening, but he braces himself for the worst; Ceno slams him with a Spider German Suplex, smashing the rookie's head and neck into the canvas. Quickly picking himself up, Ceno goes to the top and hits the kid with a Blazing Helix! Ceno floats over and rolls up to his feet, holding his arms up; EMTs quickly evacuate the beaten younger wrestler. Ceno then gets his microphone and starts talking.~

James: If you didn't believe I was back before, then what about now, mother fuckers!?

~The crowd starts cheering as Ceno finishes his statement. He smiles as he raises his arm. He lifts the mic back to his lips.~

James: You all heard me last weekend, and you know how I feel about everything that's happened. You saw me put the exclamation point on the departure of Mr. Dan Taylor. You watched me knock the EWE champ, Cameron Hayden, out using the exact same move. Then there's the former World Heavyweight champion, Mr. Man. He became just another victim of a Thunderclap. Then my good friend, Ms. Android 18, presently the World Heavyweight champion, became aware that Mother Nature will destroy the advancements of technology as the Electric Fire consumed her! However, she is my friend, and I had to remind everyone who I am and what I am ready to do. She knows it's just business. In fact, we ended up spending a couple hours playing Super Smash Bros. Brawl online. It was quite fun. She didn't manage to beat me too many times; it was more like a draw. But there's something more important happening.

~Ceno wipes some of the sweat from his forehead.~

James: With the roster split dissolved and now everything is back to as it was, except it is down to one show. And as such, an Xplosion all-star, me, is up against a man who tried to convince me to kill myself a long while ago; Alex Stone is the first man I get to show there's no rust. I gave every moment possible to my work in the ring; I worked Japan that entire month and a bit so that I could stay fresh and exciting. The Japanese fans loved me, but I could not stay. I said this at Showdown: this is my home and mi casa. How could I leave when I get to show a fake MMA fighter how to truly wrestle? He thinks he's still the hottest thing on the planet; it's hilarious that he still thinks he can take out LAW. But I'm going to wake him up from his fantasy into a very violent nightmare; that's called the Phoenix's Realm. There will be nothing but extremes: fire and brimstone, hurricanes and tornadoes, torrents and floods, volcanoes and earthquakes! You won't even know what hits you until you're already down with a broken body; you won't even have the strength to tap as the ref has counted you out as nothing more than a cheap KO. After all, isn't that all you're about? All you are is a cheap phoney. All we really have to do is look at you, Mr. Stoner; I shouldn't confuse you with Scotty Blaze. As much as DMW has no dignity, I couldn't shame them by comparing them to you. But then again, I'm talking about a set of three people who lack in everything: skill, talent, likeability, charisma. It will take me less than the length of a UFC round to finish you, Alex Stone. I just hope you realize what you're getting yourself into, because there will be no mercy for you, buddy.

~With that said, Ceno drops the mic and leaves the ring. He didn’t even say another word or anything. The fans were a little confused by his sudden departure, so they didn’t cheer. Ceno didn’t react, but he stopped at the entrance. He takes a deep breath and raises his arm; a geyser of fire covers the entrance and Ceno goes backstage.~

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~James was seen next getting packed up to leave the arena. There was someone else still there, and that person stood at Ceno’s open door. He didn’t even turn around to look behind him as he packed his bags.~

James: Babe, if you’re just going to stare at my ass, then I suggest flirting with me instead of just standing there.

~He smiles as he turns to look at Android #18, the World Heavyweight champion, good friend and fellow Force of Nature. She stands there, arms crossed with title over her shoulder. He walks over to her and they embrace in a friendly hug.~

18: I did miss you a little, James. I’m glad you came back; you have great energy, and that ring needs you.

James: As I need it too, Eighteen, I missed it all, even if it was for a month: damn suspension.

18: You love women too much.

James: So? I look at you and I’m jealous that I can’t get you; you’re too good for me anyway, babe. I’d never be able to...

18: Changing the subject: are you ready for this Saturday?

James: Nope, but I don’t have a choice. I know how important the first match back is. I don’t want to lose it. If LAW can beat him, why the hell can’t I, right?

18: Your spirit hasn’t lost a foot of ground.

James: Why thank you. I didn’t think you were capable of being a good girl over being a bad man.

~Ceno winks at her and laughs.~

18: Oh, stop it. You’re too old for this bullshit, you know.

James: Yeah, I know, but has it stopped me?

18: Nope, and you’ve almost lost your career because of it. You seriously need to slow down and just worry about your opponent.

James: Haven’t you gone up against Alex Stone?

18: No. He went to Chaos as soon as he joined, remember?

James: Nope. Why would I remember such a worm?

18: Here he goes...

James: Such a man is not a man at all. He thinks he’s the man when he has not beaten the man. He hasn’t beaten me, has he? He’s only tried to get me to kill myself; he failed as miserably as his career. For God’s sake, he lost to SEAN LEWIS, the SLUG, last week. I’m ashamed to get into the ring with him! This guy, who thinks he can make a substantial move in this company, is a worthless bum who thinks he can fight with the best that MMA has to offer. I’ll show him that he can’t even stand up to an amateur wrestler with little Jiu Jitsu training whatsoever. He will be knocked out with a basic double leg takedown.

18: Really now?

James: Oh yeah. You don’t think so?

18: Well you’ve been out of the ring for a month.

~James smiles and shrugs.~

James: We’ll just have to see how fast this match is. If it’s less than 10 minutes, I’m back in the saddle, rustproof. Let’s just see how everything goes. And good luck at Wrestlemania.

~He picks up his stuff and pats her shoulder as he leaves. 18 grabs his hand, stopping him in his tracks. James looks over his shoulder to her.~

18: I can’t let the best guy in our group go down. You need to relax and just let it come out; let it flow and make it grow.

James: You make it grow without effort.

~He winks and she grimaces, but he smiles and waves.~

James: I’ll see you this Saturday...

[Brad]

The scene opens up to show the back of the head of Alex Stone, as he sits facing his Laptop watching some sort of video. The camera moves around to get a look at what is showing on the screen, and we see it is a webcast of an interview posted a day or two ago, of Alex Stone's next opponent James Ceno. Alex has a perplexed look on his face as he leans forward with squinted eyes, making it look as if he was having a hard time figuring out what was happening.

The video comes to an end and Alex shakes his head and blinks a few times to regain his bearings. He takes a sip of water from the glass sitting on the desk next to the laptop and then takes a deep breath before closing the web browser and opening up a new window. As Alex begins to type the address for the next website he wishes to visit, through the door on the left hand side comes a young, blonde haired lady with a bottle of lager in each hand.

"Hey honey, what you doing?" she asks curiously while outstretching her hand to offer Alex one of the bottles.

Alex takes the bottle out of her hand and takes a quick drink prior to placing it on the table next to his glass of water.

"Oh hey Sarah, thanks for the beer. Ahh nothing much, I'm just about to research University level Biology; it's got to be easier to understand than the James Ceno promo I just had to endure."

Sarah giggles for a moment and then takes a sip from the bottle.

Sarah: Is Ceno up to his old tricks of spending hours talking to some girl about the sex he never gets and not mentioning you in the slightest?

Alex Stone: No, it was surprising quick, that was the only good point though, not having to sit here for about an hour watching all of that crap fire out of his mouth. What he's done though, is he's made up a bunch of bologne about me making him want to kill himself and about how I lost to Sean Lewis last week, and apparantly Law holds a victory over me... Law couldn't even hold my balls!

Sarah: So you'd let him try then?

Alex Stone: No gorgeous....

Alex shapes himself around to receive a kiss which he promptly gets.

Alex Stone: That'd be your job.

Sarah: Sorry, but I've gotta go back to my place in a little while, I can over and have fun times with you tonight.

Alex Stone: Argh, you're kidding me!

Sarah: Nope, sorry.

Alex Stone: God damnit, if this was a James Ceno promo I'm sure I'd be getting some, other than with Eighteen he always seems to get his end away with his girls, strange how he never gets turned down, something about that screams to me, "unrealistic."

Sarah: So you've been keeping up with his work then?

Alex Stone: No, he's been out of the game for a bit, and then chose to make his return at the same night that I did, and interfere in two matches that had nothing to do with him and didn't make any sense what-so-ever. I can't understand why a guy who isn't anywhere near the main even would be allowed to interfere in two title matches... it really reduced the effect of my interference in the Taylor/Hayden match as well, but whatever, I've got plenty of time to make an impact, just like this Saturday when I get my hands around that little punks neck and choke the lift out of him.

Sarah: Well make sure you don't expend to much energy choking him Saturday Night, because I'll definitely be here then!

Alex Stone: Hey, cool off their missy, this is getting too much like a James Ceno promo from back in the day, before you know it we'll have a full blown sex scene going on for the whole world to see.

Sarah: Well, we could turn the cameras off and you could make a second scene later.

Alex Stone: No, that's cheating. People who do that; having multiple scenes in their promo's, they only do that because they suck and can't think of enough things to say in one scene. By doing that, they're cheating and including two or three promo's in one... I'm all for that crap being banned.

Sarah: Maybe you should run the place then?

Alex Stone: Hell yeah, I'd do a way better job than Vince McMahon, for starters I'd give myself that title shot that I deserve. Can you believe that old son of a bitch? I guess his brain must be fried, making me work my way back up by facing the likes of James Ceno. Please; James Ceno's only use is to give the moron's on Download a bit of belief that they can make it onto the big show, because Jesus Christ if Ceno can do it then anybody can!

Sarah: I thought Ceno was a two time World Champion?

Alex Stone: No, that's Chris Ceno. That cabbage is way better than James Ceno could ever be. Backstage we call Chris Ceno Cabbage; I guess we should call James Ceno turnip or something because even though he always turns up, he always goes down.

Sarah: You mean he's gay?

Alex Stone: What? No I don't mean he's gay.

Sarah: Well you just said he always goes down.

Alex Stone: Damn woman, will you take your mind off sex for one minute, I meant he gets his ass kicked, not that he goes around sucking off all the male wrestlers, Christ! But then again, I wouldn't put it past him, the guy is so obsessed with talking about sex in his promo's that if there were no girls around, like if he was in prison or something, I could almost guaruntee you that no one would be bending over in the shower with him around.

Sarah: He does seem to have an awful lot of testosterone and a heck of a sex drive; hmm, maybe I should give him a call.

Alex Stone: You even think about dialling his number and I'll be forced to kill you.

Sarah laughs.

Sarah: I'm only kidding baby.

Sarah walks behind him, bends over and wraps her arms around his chest, resting her chin on his shoulder.

Sarah: Aww, did I make the big tough wrestler jealous?

Alex Stone: No!

Alex releases her hands and shrugs her off.

Alex Stone: Alex Stone doesn't get jealous, he gets angry.

Sarah: Oh really? Well maybe you could put me in time out then, and I don't mean pick me up and drop me head first on the floor; I mean tie me up and give me a spanking for being such a naughty girl!

Alex Stone: I thought you were leaving?

Sarah: Oh that's right I am... I guess it'll have to wait until tomorrow or something. See ya!

Sarah turns around and grabs her bag from the table as Alex jumps up to try and stop her.

Alex Stone: No wait!

Sarah just gives a cheeky smile and quickly scarpers out the door.

Alex Stone: God damnit!

Alex turns around to show he's pitching a bit of a tent thanks to the vision of tying Sarah up and giving her a good spanking.

Alex Stone: Women! They suck man! Anyways...

Alex walks closer to the camera looking directly into it.

Alex Stone: At least now I can get down to business and put my game face on.

Alex looks down at the floor and shakes his head from side to side a few times. He takes a deep breath and then looks up at the screen with his menacing, piercing blue eyes staring righy into the camera.

Alex Stone: James Ceno. Before I get into this let me ask you one question: what the hell is going on inside your brain?

Alex shakes his head from side to side in a disappointed, confused kind of way.

Alex Stone: First of all, get your facts straight you dumb son of a bitch. It's not know what happened in the wrestling world one year ago, never mind one week ago. Last week I made my long awaited return after a six month lay off, and did that in a match against Sean Lewis, a match which just happened to determine the undisputed King Of Xtreme. Now, obviously you didn't watch the show, but you easily could've checked out who won the damn matches to see that Alex Stone was victorious over one Sean Lewis, not the other way around. One thing you never want to do when you come into these things, is make yourself look stupid and give your opponent a tonne of ammunition. But Jesus Christ, son, in about a three minute interview, you managed to give me an M16 and about seven hundred rounds of ammuniton of which to blow your freaking head off.

Alex takes a breather as he continues to stare into the camera.

Alex Stone: Not only did you get last weeks result wrong, but you even went on to say that I lost to Law; I'm sorry, but he must've beaten me so bad that I completely lost all memory of that match then, because I don't recall Law even coming close to pinning my shoulders to the mat in the one time we fought each other, in fact the way I remember it, I dominated that jackass in bewteen losses to Rikku, and all of that culminated with him taking his ball and going home, something which you should've done instead of coming back at Last Stand and then getting yourself booked in the most dangerous match known to man; a match with Alex Stone.

Alex leans over to the desk and takes a drink of the bottle of lager that Sarah brought him earlier.

Alex Stone: I don't know, maybe you've been drinking too much of this stuff... which happens to be good shit by the way...

Alex takes another drink as he seems to thoroughly enjoy the tipple.

Alex Stone: Yeah maybe you've been drinking to too much beer and it's fried your brain or something, I don't know, but something has got to be amiss when you claim that I almost made you commit suicide. I've been in the ring with you one time you idiot, one time when I ran in and cost you your place in the King Of Xtreme because I just didn't like you. Are you telling me that, that run in made you think about taking a razor blade to your wrists? That that run in caused you to put a gun barrell between your lips and contemplate pulling the trigger? Because if it did then damn man, you got some serious issues and you really oughta see a psychiatrist.

Alex rubs the top of his head as he lets out a little snigger.

Alex Stone: I'm sure I could go on and find other things you said to make a complete fool of yourself, but right now that's all I can remember and I'll be damned if I'm sitting through that crap again! In fact, in the back of my mind I'm mulling over whether or not I should sue you and try to get those five minutes back that I wasted watching that crap. I was so confused that I actually thought it was me who was crazy, and I really did lose those matches and I was just delirious. But then I remembered, I'm Alex Stone, the most intelligent guy in the EWE, and you're James Ceno, the most annoying guy in the EWE, and by far the stupidest guy in the EWE who makes up a bunch of crap to make himself feel better and seems to think he can pull any girl on the planet, except for Eighteen of course, just by looking at them; at least that's the impression I get. But let me ask you James, do you pay the women who appear in your promo's? Hmmm, do you pay women to appear attracted to you to make you look better? I know one thing is for sure, if your as good at boning women as you at wrestling then I bet they never come back for seconds ain't that right?

Alex smiles cockilly and scratches the top of his nose.

Alex Stone: But come on, honestly to think that Sean Lewis or Law could ever beat me. But let me take a moment just to address those two. Sean, whatever you may think about our match last week, one way or another, your ass was going to get beat, but I can see why you would think you were robbed, so anytime you want a rematch, you just ask and it is on! And Law, you ever interfere in one of matches again and I swear it will be the last thing you ever do! So Ceno, there's just a few days left until your return, and we'll see how quickly you can shake off your ring rust to get from the totally crappy wrestler you are now, to the just about mediocre wrestler that you are when you're at one hundred percent. But whether you do come as crappy, mediocre, or in some miraculous way you are in fact kicking ass on levels we've never seen before, it won't matter, because this Saturday night, it is your time to die.

The camera goes off with Alex Stone glaring scarily into the camera.