Zeke/Kumquat Kid vs Macculloch/KKP

[Bean]

Cuzin' Zeke & Kumquat Kid vs Macculloch/Krusty Kid Paul

3 RP Limit per Team.

RP Period Begins: Now
RP Period Ends: February 14, 2010 11:59 pm EST
Strat Deadline: February 13, 2010 11:59 pm EST

[Rodderick]

*We open to a familiar scene. It is Mac's brewery. He is holding a Mac's black and gold. He takes a swig and turns to the camera.*

Mac: Jesus! Don't you guys knock first?

*The camera guy just looks at Mac with a confused look.*

Mac: Where in the hell is Chet? You can't even send someone to do the interview. REBEL has gone to shit since I left. At least some respect has come to the Carolina's championship. That belt hasn't been any f-ing good since I held it. But look at your last two champions. Michael and Show? Are you f-ing kidding me? Michael who bitched and whined like a little girl and everyone's favorite Chad. Listen up fans, Chad isn't holding the belt because he loves wrestling or the fans. He is doing it to feed that massive ego. He needs to hold both NAPW and REBEL titles? What an egomaniac. He did it without even going HARDCORE! You f-ers are in REBEL! This is the home of hardcore. I am a hardcore heathen and I will show you in my next match.

*Mac finishes the bottle and just whips it up against the wall. He grabs a new one and pops the top.*

Mac: So where do I begin? How about the blatant disrespect of REBEL? They put me up against a f-ing fruit! Could this massive retard be anymore light in the loafers? Christ, he is cutting promos in the NAPW wearing Super Mario PJ's? Is this the best competition you could find for me? Quat the (BLEEP)? He seriously needs to rethink his career in REBEL. God forbid he starts drooling and trying to hump my leg in the middle of that ring! I will stick my boot so far up his Kumtwat ass it will come out his Kumtwat mouth!

*Mac shakes his head in disgust. He is very insulted by the opponent selection and he is making it known.*

Mac: Then we have that sheep f-er Zeke. Didn't you learn your lesson after I beat the piss out of you in our first confrontation? You don't have Massacre here now to protect you. I took out the NEW FTC in one swipe. Now you are the next on the list. What makes you think you have what it takes to beat me or KKP? Your partner is a fruit and you are a sheep f-er! I used to wrestle people like you when I was in my backyard. This is exactly what I mean when I say that REBEL lacks any star power.

*Mac then pauses to reflect on the statement he made. Then he retracts his statement with another thought.*

Mac: Well maybe not all is lost. We did see Dirty Money reunite. KKP and Casino should bring some sort of revenue and respect to this shit hole of a dump. Maybe Marion has a bright future too. The rest of this roster is nothing but Larry the Cable Guy's jizz stain.

*Mac's face is getting a little red and his stern voice is getting louder.*

Mac: What the hell has happened? I came into the company and was on the List when they had it. I never got a title shot. Instead I took the Carolina's title off of Black. Then I come back to REBEL and take out Yung Mula, Chad Kurtis, and the FTC and I get put into a tag match with I am SAM and Joe Dirt.

*Mac starts to back off a little and lets a smile creep across his face.*

Mac: Although, this could be fun to use my Scotch bottles to smack around a couple of mental midgets. How often do you get an easy match against the team of Dumb and Dumber? If this is the best REBEL has to offer, I will have the company in the palm of my hand in no time. Shit, Dirty Money might just beat me to it. They already hold all the titles except the world title. I do have one distinct advantage though. I am the f-in HARDCORE HEATHEN of REBEL! I don't care what I have to do or how I have to do it. Chad you are going down. I hope you watch this match and study it really good. Because this is just a taste of what I have planned for your no good egotistical ass! Remember how you got that belt. If it wasn't for me, you would have lost to the NEW FTC. Yung Mula wouldn't have a claim to a tag team title shot. I AM REBEL. Shit the only person who f-in' personified this southern outhouse of a fed was Bubba J. By cheering that low life show you shit on the face of Bubba J and the hardcore attitude that this place was built upon.

*The phone starts to ring in the background.*

Mac: Shit..

*Mac picks up the phone.*

Mac: The K-Cutter himself. I don't know if I am glad or sorry to see you in REBEL. This place is bile of the NAPW anymore. But, I am in the middle of some shit right now. Come on down to the brewery and I will show you and Chris around this area. I'll show you around the best strip clubs where the strippers have all of their teeth and no scars.

*The voice is Krusty Kid Paul, but it is muffled. The two seem to have settled on the time and location and Mac puts down the receiver.*

Mac: Next time you come here send a real interviewer. But I am done addressing REBEL and my opponents. Hell, you should feel privileged I talked to you f'ers at all. Next time you come back you better have Chet and some f-in' manners. Now get the hell out of here before I imprint this bottle of Mac's Black and Gold on yer f-in' forehead!

*The Camera fades to black*

[cuzinzeke]

The camera opens on from black… in the frame is what looks like a gym, in the forefront of the picture is free weights and benches. Towards the back of the picture is stationary bikes, and weight machines. There are a few men working out in different stages of their programs. Stepping into the picture and towards the free weights is Cuzin Zeke, star of REBEL Pro wrestling.

Zeke: “ Hey you guys always seems to find me… I can’t believe ya always following me, or knows just wheres I gonna be. But that is ok, cuz I gots a few things that I needs to say anyways…and I guess it is best to do it now, since ya are here anyways. As ya all knows, that I been doing some thinking of wheres I want to goes here in REBEL, I think I realized that my best place is in tag teaming. On this note, I decided puts out there an open invite to anyones who wants to tag up, give it a try to sees how we works together..
I don’t cares just who ya are… as long as ya can hold your own in the ring. I know I gots lots of friends out there, I have lots of ya that been my partner in the past. Geez I been in the wrestling game for a long time. And I been in many places, so ya can imagine just how many guys I been in there with in the tag team wars. As well, there those guys out there I am sure who would loves to jump in the ring with me….yets for some reason it never happened. Maybes it is because we probablys seems not to fits together, maybe we been enemies, or we just never have our paths cross… but now is the time to steps forward.”

Zeke now starts to put some free weights on a barbell, setting it up for a work out session
He lifts the barbell into place with the help of a few guys.. and now takes off his sweatshirt showing a t-shirt under it reading…” REBEL PRO… if you can’t take the heat, get out of the ring”

Zeke: “ I gots a few calls from some of yas out there, but it was only some tire kickers. Guys who was just starting out in their careers, and wanting to takes a big step up. I am looking for someone who gots a bit of seasoning, someone who been in the ring for a bit, and knows just what is expected. I thanks those of ya who called but heck… thinks about whats ya asking for… I needs someone who gonna makes a run at the tag belts with me.”

Zeke now sits down on the bench and gets ready to start his work out… he how lays down and slides under the bar bell he set up earlier….. the sound of a cell phone ringing is heard.. Zeke reaches for his phone….and listens…

Zeke: “ Pardons, what ya saying.. who the heck are ya…slows down buddy and talks slower so I cans understand ya….(listens again) Oks let me gets this straight.. ya are wrestling for NAPW and ya wants to be my partner….and whats ya says your name was again… (his face goes funny as he listens) so ya says your name is Kumquat Kid, and wells I aint so sure you qualifies…although seems ya gots some experience, and since ya are in NAPW ya gots to be able to wrestle. And to tell ya the truth… you are the first guy who seems to have stepped forward and gots at least a chance of being able to do what I am looking for. (again Zeke listens to what the voice says) Hey everyone who called so far has asked for “just a chance” to shows what they can bring. I gots to think for a minute… cuz I needs to know who I am gonna brings in for my match… and starts to prepare.. (listening to the voice, it seems that he is starting to be convinced) Wells I tells ya what, you are the first to seem to fits the bill, and wells I aint making any commitments to going any farther then one match. If things seems to work out, then maybes..but if not, at least I gonna see what ya gots to bring to the team. So ok, Kid, you is in….now ya gots to gets yourself to Raleigh so we can gets started in practicing…I wants to go over some moves and sees what ya gots. Is that oks with ya…?? I wants ya to be here in the next day or so… I gots the gym and ring booked.. and brings your best game…(listening again…he starts to smile as it seems that the Kid is excited to be able to be his partner) OK, Kid… gets your rear on the plane and gets here..we can talks then..!

Zeke takes the phone away from his ear, shaking his head…as if he cant believe what he just did.

Zeke: “ Wells ya all heard it, I gots me a partner for this match coming up… Feb 16th. I never heard of Kumquats… I heard of Pumpkin or Peaches…what the heck is a Kumquat, but anyways he gonna be my partner. If he been in NAPW he gots to be able to do somethings in the ring… so we gonna sees… I aint making any plans with him past this week… and we sees if maybe we can be a team and challenge for the belts.. if nots, well I gets to at least get a match in, and keeps sharp in the ring. I guess I am looking forwards to seeing what we can do.. and seeing some talent from NAPW here in REBEL.
But don’t forgets I am still looking for others to trys out..so don’t thinks that is it… if ya thinks ya gots it to be my partner…steps up… my phone is always on…!”

Zeke now moves back to his place on the bench and now starts to do his work out, lifting the weights on the barbell, and watched by a few others. He does a few reps… and puts the barbell back… rests and does another set… the camera now fades as he continues..

[Kkp]

-Camera Opens.—

----------------------The following takes place just after “Winter Blast”-------

The camera man follows Paul as he exits Casinos locker room, with the “title's" slung over his shoulder he makes his way down the hallways of the back of the Rebel arena.

Krusty: Suspend us, fine us...that mother (BLEEP) can’t afford that —Paul lets out a small laugh.— Rebel needs mother (BLEEP) like us.

Paul pulls his cigarette pack out from his pocket, opens it and slides one out and straight to his mouth.

Krusty: His so called “ Tag Champs” can’t even hold their shit together, they wanna bitch and moan.... (BLEEP) him and (BLEEP) that.

He stops at the end of a hallway, sparks his smoke takes a few calm puffs before he barges his way into the door in front of him, the name on the ten dollar brass plate reads “Larry Gordon” Larry’s head shoots up with a surprised look on it. Paul approaches him with a look of death.

Krusty: Suspend us? Fine us?

Larry: YOU STOLE THE BELTS!

Krusty: We would have stolen these belts anyways, put me and Casino in the ring against those two and it would have been ONE! TWO! THREE! New champs, but if you wanna bitch and moan well do this the easy way.

Paul throws the belts at Larry Gordon, turns and exits his office. Reaching into his pocket he pulls out his cell phone.

Krusty: Mac...

--Fade to Black--

[cuzinzeke]

Camera opens on the exterior of the Raleigh Municipal Airport. There is a lot of people coming and going, and the camera makes it way inside. It travels down the corridor to the arrivals area. A large recognizable male stands to one side appearing to be waiting on someone. This man is none other than Cuzin Zeke, superstar in REBEL Pro Wrestling.

Zeke: “ Hey ya all… I just gots here… I been trying for the past few days to gets hold of this here Kumquat Kid. But he aint returning my calls… I sents him a airplane ticket to comes in today on this here flight. I sure am hoping he shows up…. I gonna be disappointed if after all the arranging he don’t shows up for my match. I knows he accepted my invites to tag up but heck after that I aint heard a word. Maybe he too busy or something…but I sure hopes to sees him come through them doors. Only on problem…I don’t even knows what he looks like!!”

Zeke watch some of those coming thorough the door way… and most look are elderly and frail, maybe a flight from Miami had arrived. He surveys the crowd again and now leans again back against the wall.

Zeke: “ I am reallys looking forwards to tagging up with him. I been watching of his matches from NAPW and I thinks maybes we gots something between us that we can use to defeats our opponents this week. But first he gots to show up…!! I gots a message from him a while ago that he was back home for a bit before he came here to Raleigh, and he had lots of snow and was busy trying to clears it all.. so maybe that was parts of the delay…but heck…I woulds have thoughts he would have lets me know what he was up to. I even made a few calls to some guys and puts them on stand by just in case I needs to gets me a new partner… but I sure would prefers to have the Kumquat Kid by my sides come time for the match.”

Over the loud speaker is heard.. “flight 45 from Dallas now arriving, you can meet your parties at the arrivals lounge.”

Zeke: “ Well I knows he aint on that flight, but I knows sooner or later his plane will gets in and hopes he gets off it. I been getting myself ready for this match, and hopefully once he gets here we can gets to work and tries to puts together some battle plan and moves that so we can sees just what we can gets done. This Kid looks to have some exciting moves, and wells I thinks the fans in REBEL will likes what they sees, he been in NAPW for a bit. And as well, he gots a big fan base up there….so I am hoping all my fans gives him a big welcome as well, so he feels comfy now that he is in REBEL for this match. I knows ya all will… cuz that what REBEL fans does.”

Another crowd of people start to leave the arrivals gate, and again Zeke keeps an open eye to see if by chance the Kumquat Kid is amongst them. It doesn’t appear that he is amongst them…and Zeke takes on last look just in case.

Zeke: “ Well I guess alls I can do is wait and sees… if he don’t show then I guess I gots to thinks something is up. I am pretty sure that he will shows up… and hopefully on the flights we got him scheduled on. I am hoping that’s me and the Kid can maybe finds a way to works together. Maybes we gonna be lucky enough to gets a win…and maybes we sees that we can works together and works possible towards becoming a team, and challenging for the REBEL Tag Belts. Ya never just knows when ya puts some pieces of the puzzle together just hows they may fits… and sometimes ya puts together two different parts..and somehows they finds a way to works…. So maybes we can become a top notch team”

Zeke now looks at his watch, and as well looks towards the monitors on the wall showing the arrivals schedule of the flight today. It appears that he thinks it is getting close to the time for the flight to arrive.

Zeke: “ Wells I thinks in the next ten or fifteen minutes, the flight should land.. I thinks that maybe they had lots of flights coming in…and maybes there was a slight delay in landing… so I guess I just gonna wait. From whats I can see, the plane has not landed, and still shows it is on time. But we all knows that planes never are exactly on time or lands when they was supposed”

The cell phone in Zeke’s pocket starts to ring….and he reaches for it…he flips it open and puts it to his ear.

Zeke: “ Hello…! (he listens…) Hey Kid I am here at the airport where the heck is ya??
(listening again he shakes his head) Whats.. ya gots snowed in still… and the power was out for a bit…!! Heck ya must have had some bad storm there…but at least is good to hears your voice….! (he listens and doesn’t seem to impressed by what he hears) Well ya knows I was all ready to gets our training started… if we gonna have any chance of winning this match…we needs to put in some time to works together… now ya telling me you not gonna be in till Monday… Heck!! I aint so sure we gonna be ables to do much.!! (again he stops and waits to listen) Well I understands, but Kid ya should have at least lets me know… I don’t cares that I came out to the airport to trys and meets up, but nows I am worried about our match… and we gets some time to practice up. (shaking his head he listens) wells there aint much I can do now…just get heres as fast as ya can, so we can makes some plans and gets in some training… I looks forwards to team up with ya.. “

Zeke now takes the phone from his ear, and turns it off. He puts it back in his pocket.. and turns now to leave the airport. The camera follows him for a short walk and then fades to black.

[Kkp]

*Mac sits in the brewery's back room. He rocks back and forth on a steel chair. A knock brings Mac to the office door. He looks in disgust as it is the REBEL camera crew and Chet Whettleson.*

Mac: What in the hell are you doing here?

Chet: I was told I had to come personally if REBEL was to get your next interview.

Mac: True, but I am kinda busy right now.

Chet: Busy?

Mac: Did I stutter? Unlike your typical inbred low life wrestler here in REBEL I actually mean what I say. I know the meanings of different words in the vocabulary. For example when I tell you get the (BLEEP) out, that is exactly what I mean.

Chet: I am not leaving until I get my interview.

Mac: Fine you want your interview.

*Mac bends over and moons the camera crew. He stands up and laughs.*

Mac: Is that good enough for you? Now if you will excuse me.

*With that said a secretary wearing next to nothing walks in. Her dyed bleach blonde hair and droopy chest reveals her attempt to cling at her youth. She barges in and demands Macs attention.*

Secretary: Some male pig named Paul?

*Mac goes to back hand her but instead screams.*

Mac: Get the (BLEEP) out of my face devil woman. The only reason you even have a job here is because your sister gives good head. Now show KKP in. And cover up! I don't want him puking at the sight of you.
*She leaves and Mac turns to Chet.*

Mac: Ok Chet, let me tell you what I think of this match. KKP and I are going to walk in there and destroy this ragin' retard and his kumtwat friend. After that we are going to go out for a night on the town and celebrate. Nothing but the finest Scotch, the hottest women, and the best bj's money can buy. We haven't even heard from the mighty kumtwat. Who knows if he will even show up. But look at this team. on one team we have one half of dirty money, and the other a former Carolina’s champion. Who are they? A bunch of nobodies, looking to become famous by wrestling two of the greats. I took out Massacre and his crew for Christ’s sake. I am the hottest prospect since Debbie did Dallas!

*KKP Enters the room.*

Mac: Finally a real wrestler to tag with.

*Mac reaches down and grabs a bottle of Scotch and two shot glasses.*

Mac: Chet, get the hell out of here. Leave your camera crew, I am done talking to you. You are a waist of my time. Now KKP, we have some business to attend too.

KKP: Your own brewery eh?

Mac: Is there any better business?

Krusty: Ya mean besides stomping the Kumtwat kid and this illiterate “ragin” redneck into the ground, no i can’t say that there (BLEEP) is, my friend.

Kkp extends his hand, Mac with a confused look reaches out to shake Paul’s hand.

Krusty: Just don’t let me down in that ring, I’ve had enough bad luck in Rebel since I’ve gotten here. But i got a good feeling that’s about to change.

Mac: Paul i can carry more than my own, don’t worry about me.

Krusty: I hope so because by the end of our match we’re going to be throwing around two raggedy Andy dolls, Mr Larry Gordon is going to try and hold “Dirty Money” Back from getting those belts, it’s just a matter of time till we hold all the gold in this fed.

Mac: I’m just glad to finally be teamed up with a real wrestler for a change, someone who i know can hold their own and bring the pain.

Mac gets up and exits the room for a moment, what he is up to we are unsure of.

Krusty: I always bring the pain. I just hope Larry is watching real close. Because it doesn’t matter who you team “The Showstoppa” up with, We’re going to win, and before you know it “Dirty Money” will be back in full force, and we’re coming for the beloved Champions of Rebel, coming to destroy them, coming to strip them of their glory and their pride... Rebel pay real close attention for the next few weeks are about to get very interesting.

Krusty: Where the (BLEEP) did that partner of mine go to?

The doors swing open as Mac pushes threw them, his arms wrapped tightly around a big delicious keg of beer, he slams it on the ground between Paul’s and his seat.

Mac: I was thinking about a little R n R before we go and kick some ass tomorrow night.

Krusty: Are their strippers?

Mac: if by strippers you mean ladies who suck dick for money...then yes.

A single tear rolls down Paul’s cheek as Mac taps the keg, pouring two perfectly poured glasses of ice cold beer. He hands one off to Paul, as they cheer the door swings back open and the room begins to fill with dumpster slut hookers.

--Fade to Black.—

OCC NOTE: Co written with Mr Mac.