[X-Core Championship] SJK[c] Vs Brett UnKnown

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[Brett Unknown]

The scene opens up in what seems to be the backstage of an EWE event. Shortly it shall be he next and last Saturday Night Showdown, right before Wrestle Mania five comes up. Unknown is sitting in the corner, He has his iPod Touch on and he is listening to "I Write Sins Not Tradgiedies" By -Panic At The Disco. He is mouthing the lyrics while running his hands through his hair. Just then his friend James Manson walks up.

|James Manson| - Hey whats going on Brett?

Brett takes his head phones out and turns off the iPod Touch. He then looks up at James and holds his hand out asking for James to help him out. James does. Unknown dust the little bits of dirt off of him.

***Brett Unknown***:: Hey whats up? Sorry what did you say?

James shakes his head.

|James Manson| - Never mind... So hey, I saw you, "bomb" last week on Showdown... Man it sucks to be you huh? I mean hell you just got owned by SJK!

Unknown gets a scowel on his face.

***Brett Unknown*** :: I didn't suck that bad!

Manson laughs a little bit.

|James Manson| - Please Brett!

Unknown looks at him.

***Brett Unknown*** :: What is that supposed to mean huh?

|James Manson| - It means that SJK killed you ass! But there still is one thing I don't really seem to be able to understand very well at all.

***Brett Unknown*** :: Oh?

|James Manson| - How in the name of your god did you end up getting another shot at that X-Core championship?

***Brett Unknown*** :: Well, one I am an amazing wrestler. And two, its called rematch clause. But do you really think I will lose this? I mean beat me once, shame on you, beat me twice, shame on me.

Manson looks at Unknown confused.

|James Manson| - What?

Unknown shakes his head.

***Brett Unknown*** :: I don't know.

|James Manson| - Look Brett! I am tryign to be serious here! I am the freaking Pure Wrestling Champion!

Unknown cuts Manson off right there.

***Brett Unknown**** :: Wait wait wait! You are trying to throw titles in my face? Just here in the EWE have have held more titles then you!

|James Manson| - Are you a champion right now?

***Brett Unknown*** :: No... No, No James I am not. I am not a champion. But you can laugh it up, because if I re call, after Mania, no before Mania starts you lose your Pure Championship! And besides, dont try and throw that silly thing in my face! I have been there! I am a former, two time Pure Champion, one of the very few TV Champions eating Alex freaking stone, and I was the X-Core champion! And after I was once again beat SJK i shall be X-Core champion once again!

Manson laughs slightly.

***Brett Unknown*** :: Whats so funny?

|James Manson| - Nothing to much.

***Brett Unknown*** :: Oh? is that why your laughing?

|James Manson| - No, I am laughing because of the fact that you sit there and talk up about how you are going to once again be the X-Core champion and BLAH BLAH BLAH! But at WrestleMania I am going to be the X-Core champion!

Unknown gets up in Manson's face.

***Brett Unknown*** :: We... Shall .... See!

Manson glares at Unknown before hoisting his now visable Pure title on his shoulder as he walks away.

***Brett Unknown*** :: That faggot....... oh well, he will get over it after Mania. I still have to worry about SJK this week..... And of course there is all ways Puppets and Radics.... God, thoes guys are freakign the shit out of me....

Unknown walks down the hall and looks around both corners.

***Brett Unknown*** :: God they are really getting to me..... Come one Brett, focus, you have winning your championship back to worry about.

Unknown plugs his head phones back into his iPod Touch, puts Panic At The Disco back on and walks out the back doors. He walks over to his car and bends over slightly to open the door. In his rear view mirrior he thinks he see's some one. He slowly turns around and there is no one there. He lets out a sigh of hope, but as he turns around he sees a terrifying face, he yelps out in terror and falls back wards in a panic. His head phones fall out as the song "I Write Sins Not Tradgidies" is heard.

He places his hand on his chest as he trys to calm himself. He stands back up and walks over to the car. He slowly looks in the car window. All that is there is, well nothing.

***Brett Unknown*** :: Ok, ok, ok. Its nothing. It nothing. Its nothing.

He repats saying that hopeing to try and calm him self down. He turns his iPod off and he climbs into the front seat of the car, He whipes some of the sweat off of his for head.

***Brett Unknown***:: Im fine. This whole situation is just getting the best of me.... I am fine.

Unknown puts his keys into his cars exnesion and turns them. The car starts up. Unknown hits the gas and starts driving. He is satying in a nice hotel, curtoesy of the nice people at EWE HQ. Any way, along the driver somewhere, his phone rings. The cell is in the next seat beside him.

!CELL PHONE! :- *RING* ......... *RING* ........... *RING*

***Brett Unknown*** :: The answering machine will get it.

!CELL PHONE! :- *RING* .. *RING* .. *RING* .. *RING* .. *RING* .. *RING*

Unknown looks over at the phone. The ring had just ggtahered a lot of speed which is well, pretty much impossible to do.

***Brett Unknown*** :: What in the name of god?

Unknown reaches his hand over into the passanger car seat beside his. Unknowns hand seems to be all most shaking, he is a bit nervous, and I mean come one wouldent you. The phone itself had done the impossible and picked up momentum, and its ring. Unknown has a hunch who it may be but prays it is not. He picks it up and brings it over, flips it and....

***Brett Unknown*** :: He-Hello?

As Unknown awaits an answer from the other side he quietly mumbles "Please dont be Puppets, plese dont be puppets" constintly.

-=Puppets=- : Well hello Brett, its good to see that you dont want to talk to me. You best not crash into the side of the road now, look out.

Unknowns eyes open wide immediatly. He swirves, but knows that Puppets is some where near.

***Brett Unknown*** :: Wh- where the hell are you?

-=Puppets=-: That is nothing you need to know about. Now listen to me Brett, and listen good!

Unknown nods his head as he takes a big gulb, he is now sweating and very terrafied.

-=Puppets=-: You havent been seeming to even try and win your matches... And Radic doesnt like that.... Judas Radic hates that in fact.

Puppets voice is suprisingly very calm, but in this situation that doesnt help. His voice it self though seems as cold as the ice age on a black night. The tone could perice through a bloody heart like a newly sharpened katana being stabbed by a master.

***Brett Unknown*** :: W-well, I beat Walker,a nd then I pinned Rikku to win the X-Core title!

Puppets lets out a slight laugh, but the creppy thing is that the tone does not change during the laugh. Still as sharp and cold as ever.

-=Puppets=- : Walker? Please dear Brett, he is mearly a new comer, a win over him garuntyees nothing, besides teh fact that he beat you and only lost from a mad rampage. And the win over rikku is not count due to the fact that its was for a then 24/7 title. And if I re-call you lost the title to Sterling James Keenean the very next week.

***Brett Unknown*** :: Yes but I used my rematch clause! So this week its me verses sterling james keenan for the title! S-so I was smart.

-=Puppets=- : *TSK TSK TSK* Brett, boy. You were to be in the 10 man 30 minuet hardcore free for all, as they put it, at Wrestle Mania five for the title! If you were smart you would have waited to see if the you coudlen't win the title, then after Mania used it.

***Brett Unknown*** Your right, of course, but I need to know that I have the skills to walk into Mania a champion and walk out one!

-=Puppets=- : I suppose I should ask you to elaborate a little bit.

***Brett Unknown*** :: Last year at Wrestle Mania four I was all full of myself. I walked into the opening match, again like this year, and had a chance to win a shot at the world title! A shot Chris Steel got... I was so sure I could easily win, but when it came down to it, I just could not win the match! I blew it big time! This time, its going to be harder.

-=Puppets=- With combatents like Manson, and the favorite to win Snaderson? Am I correct?

***Brett Unknown*** :: Y-yes! And I ahve to prove that I can do better then what people think! I am tired of being Mr.Underrated! No one ever htinks I can win! This is going to be my second year with EWE, And no matter what I do, rather it be me beating Alex Stone, Beatin Damon James to become the pure champion, or me out wrestling the now Hall Of Famer, Duke to win the Pure title, I am all ways looked at as the kid who can't! And I am so freaking sick of it!

-=Puppets=- : ............

Puppets sits silent not wanting ti interupt Unknown just yet.

***Brett Unknown*** :: I need to know that I can walk in to Wrestle Mania, were the lights are turned on bright, and every one is watching, and have a title around my waist, and at the end of the night walk out with my head high, and a title in my hands still! I failed at Last Stand to grasp the one thing that would keeo me a float. And I sank after that.

-=Puppets=- : As I had warned.

***Brett Unknown*** :: The next week I was on the pre show, but then by a stroke of luck or fate, I one the 24/7 style title and was immediatly told it was no longer 24/7 and was now a full fledged title!

Puppets awakits what is next to be said.

***Brett Unknown*** :: But of course, the very next week I was killed by SJK and lost it, bUt this week I can win it all back. And then, just maybe, just maybe! I can walk into Mania as the man with the title and be able to walk back out that way as well.

-=Puppets=- : Just don't lose Brett. You are starting to rapidly fade, and at some point you will have a very un-pleasent encounter with Mr.Judas Radic........

The phone hangs up. Unknwon drops it as pulls over at his hotel. He rest his head on the horn of his car.

***Brett Unknown*** :: I have to win.... I have to win.... I have to win.... I have to win.... I have to win!!!

The scene fades out black as Unknown grabs his stuff and walks up inot his hotel room, awating the next days "Saturday Night Showdown".

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