Burrell/Kaladaro vs Rowell/Halme

[Ryan Cooke]

Good luck to all!

[teamelite]

ROWELL DOES IT AGAIN!!!

[Backstage, Derek Shanahan is sitting behind his desk, looking over some paper work when a knock is heard at his door.]

Shanahan: It's open.

[The door opens to reveal Daniel Corey, Chris Butler and David Lawrence of Team ELITE entering. Corey and Butler are in their gear while DL is in blue jeans, a white plain polo and white sneakers. Butler and DL take seats while Corey stays standing.]

Shanahan: What can I do for you boys?

[Corey scoffs at the use of 'boys'.]

Corey: Shanny, we got some bad news for you. Your main event isn't going to be so special tonight.

[Shanahan stops looking at his paper work and peers up with a questioned look on his face.]

Shanahan: Why's that? And where's Rowell by the way?

[DL chimes in.]

DL: C.J. is home sick, Derek. He faxed us a doctor's note to the hotel this morning, man. I guess he's got the flu.

[Shanahan chuckles.]

Shanahan: The flu? Our champion is calling out of work with the flu?

Corey: We figured you'd think we were lying if we said he's been struck with the ebola virus. But we're not liars, Shanny. But we have a solution, dude.

[Shanahan shakes his head in disbelief.]

Shanahan: Don't call me dude. So, what's your solution?

[Corey puts both hands down on the desk and looks Shanahan in the eyes.]

Corey: DL has volunteered to team with us. Now, before you get all jumpy, he's been trained by C.J. himself. He's just got health issues.

[Shanahan decides to chime in again.]

Shanahan: What kind of health issues?

[DL stands up to respond.]

DL: Sports asthma, Derek, I have sports asthma. But I promise you I'll be fine. I'll sign any waiver you want, as long as you don't have to cancel the match.

[Corey stands back upright.]

Corey: We can still compete at the same level with or without the champ.

[Shanahan shakes his head.]

Shanahan: Fine, whatever... just don't have an attack and get rushed out of my building, capiche?

[All three members are now standing and getting ready to leave the office.]

Corey: Sure thing, chief.

[The three men leave as Shanahan goes back to looking over his papers.]

THE COMMON COLD?!?

[Before it can get too crazy, security comes from the back to split it all up. Two to one, security to wrestler, as they are all taken one by one to the back. The fans boo as we look back at the ring now, as we see DL just looking over the ropes, watching this all happen. Burrell though is still standing behind him. He taps his shoulder, causing DL to turn around. Burrell slaps the hell out of him for earlier, and boots him in the midsection, before turning him around, and hitting his flip piledriver, right into the center of the ring.]

Denny: F-BOMB!

Prince: Poor David!

[Without a need to add the numbers, three it is.]

DING DING DING!


DT: Here is your winners, the team of Dusty Griffith, Johnny Lightning, and Demetrius Burrell!


Denny: What a chaotic show Prince.

Prince: I'm pissed, ELITE lost.

Denny: Well bound to happen when your leader catches the common cold.

Prince: I hope he gets better Denny.

Denny: I'm sure he's not even sick.

Prince: Bull, CJ Rowell would never lie!

[Burrell gets right up in the camera man's face, and smiles.]

“Rowell, you can run all you want, but March 29th is just around the corner. I will take my belt that you screwed me....”

[Before he can finish, the man blasts Burrell in the face with the camera.]

Denny: What the hell!

[He tosses off the hat, and rips off the black stash, as we see it's our champ.]

Prince: ZING!

Denny: SON OF A!

[Rowell just laughs, as Burrell is out cold. He tosses the camera aside and lifts up his lifeless head.]

“BURRELL! I OWN YOU!”

[He tosses it back onto the ground as the screen fades out to end the show.]

"Burrell, I do in fact own you. I own you, I own the pathetic career you've had and I own your family. The pretty wife of yours, she's my maid. That baby girl of yours will one day clean my toilets. And you, you'll be washing my car, chump."

[C.J. Rowell, backstage after the latest Sunday Night Showdown, is still wearing a long sleeved black "PPW" t-shirt and blue jeans that were half of his disguise for the evening.]

"You can cry foul all you want and whenever you want, boy, because I have you right in the palm of my hand. I never once cared what you spoke of, never once have I given a damn what you've done. But to come out here and say you learned how to pull the puppet strings from the best in the game, Calib Wallace, you just proved you know nothing."

[Rowell reaches to his left and grasps his PPW Heavyweight Title tightly.]

"Wallace is hardly someone you should be patterning yourself after. Hell, even the man he cloned himself from, Ryan Cooke, never made it as big as everyone thinks. Take a look at me, kid. I'm a Grand Slam Champion in the WWA and held the North American Title in the NWA."

[Rowell rubbed his fingers along the face plate.]

"I've been from Tokyo to Rio de Janiero; from London to Sydney and back to New York and Los Angeles. I've slept with more women who couldn't speak English than I have English speaking bitches. You want a hero, big guy, then follow the champ. I'm the real deal in this business."

[Rowell smirked towards the camera as he outlined the letters on the belt with his right index finger.]


"I make money and money makes the world go round, Demetrius. My wealth is well known, as I have a four residences in the States alone. I go where I want, when I want to, can you say that? Hell, even when I was tied down by the ball and chain with the seeds crying all night long, I still did what I want. You, you can't even curse in your own home without your wife showing you who really wears the cup."


[Rowell stands up with the belt hanging from his right hand.]

"You and Kaladaro have no clue what you've gotten yourself into. You boys want to play badass while you're facing the number one badass in the history of this business. I've toppled legends while you've just bullied nobodies. JJ Halme or no JJ Halme, you two can't compare with an icon, a golden claiber superstar like the Blockbuster."

[Rowell points to the gold.]

"And if you really want to get a taste of what being a real champion is like, I'll hit you with this belt. Kaladaro, by default you get to have a brush with greatness. The so-called Headliner, the faux Main Attraction get to compete against the Blocbuster, the Mephisto, the By God World Famous C.J. Rowell. And please, bring a pair of Depends to the ring in case you piss your pants."


[Rowell begins to leave, but looks back over his shoulder.]

"Oh and by the way, I didn't take you out from behind. I was right in your face the whole time. Oh and hey, Burrell... tell Tasha to grab some more lemon Pledge the next time she runs to Target."

[Black.]

[demetrius]

“ I thought for sure that I was going to be able to get my hands on C.J. Rowell but instead he had his partners in crime Team Elite tell Shanny the owner of PPW that he was out sick and could not compete. So once again Rowell was able to get away from me, I was so close to getting my hands on him, but at the same time I was so far. So this show Derek decided that he would have me team with Chris Kaladaro to take on J.J. Halme and the PPW Champion himself C.J. Rowell. I know that Chris wants to get his hands on Halme as bad as I want to get my hands on Rowell so the next Showdown is going to be a battle no doubt, and to survive this battle Mr. Headliner and myself are going to have to get along long enough to get the job done.”

(We open to a shot of Demetrius Burrell and Chris Kaladaro standing in front of Demetrius's privately owned gym. Demetrius walks to the door and Chris follows.)

“So you own this joint?”

(Demetrius nods)

“Yeah, this bad boy is all mine I have all the equipment we are going to need to get our training done. I even have my own ring in here so we can bump around and get a good game plan going.”

(Chris smirks.)

“Sounds good to me man, just remember I don't want you getting all pissed when I start running circles around you in your own ring.”

(Demetrius laughs as he puts his key in the door and opens it. They walk inside and Chris smiles.)

“You weren't bullshitting you have top notch stuff in here man.”

(Demetrius nods as the two walk towards the ring.)

“I work with only the best man if I am going to keep being the star that I am I need to have the best equipment that money can buy.”

(Chris nods)

“Makes sense to me man, hey I wanted to say thanks for checking up on me in the hospital, that really means a lot to me.”

(Demetrius smiles)

“Not a problem man, I know how it is to be stuck in the hospital and not able to do what you love to do. So I thought it was only fitting that I came and seen how the recovery was doing.”

“I appreciate it man I really do.”

(Demetrius puts his hand on Chris's shoulder.)

“No problem man, but enough of all the sappy friend talk we have some work to do. We have to get prepared for the champ and Halme, these guys are fucking tough, hell you know that first hand Halme put you in the hospital for a few weeks.”

(Chris growls.)

“Yeah, and this match is the perfect time for me to get my revenge. I want to get my hands on Halme so bad I can already taste his blood.”

(Demetrius raises an eyebrow as he looks at Chris.)

“I understand that you want to beat the holy hell outta him, but if you go into this match thinking about getting revenge we are going to lose. Trust me I know thinking about revenge will do nothing but em pare your judgment, you will easily make a mistake and we will lose.”

(Chris just looks at Demetrius like he is stupid.)

“Don't worry about me Demetrius I have this under control, we will be fine.”

(The two walk to the ring as Demetrius hops on the apron, Chris does too they both get in the ring and Chris looks at Demetrius with a confused look on his face.)

“So what is the point of this?”

“If we are going to be teaming up we need to figure out what each others strengths are, and what better way to do that then have a little match just you and me.”

(Chris raises an eyebrow.)

“No offense but we are not facing each other genius, this is pretty pointless right now.”

(Demetrius frowns and shakes his head.)

“Listen man if we are going to team up and beat a monster like Halme and the Champion Rowell we need to be a fucking unit man we need to think the fucking same. We have to be right on and know how each other works or we are fucking screwed it's that simple.”

(Chris nods in agreement.)

“Ok, that makes sense well then lets get this ball rolling.”

(Demetrius smirks)

“I don't know if you want to do some warm ups or anything cause this ring isn't as comfortable as the PPW ring. This shit is going to hurt.”

(Chris smiles)

“Dearly noted.”

(Chris looks at Demetrius and then shoots off the ropes he hits the ropes three times then jumps and takes a hug bump, he sits up and looks at Demetrius.)

“You weren't kidding, this son of a bitch is a little stiff.”

(Demetrius smiles and extends his hand helping Chris up.)

“It is what it is though man, you ready to get this shit going?”

(Chris nods and as soon as he does that, Demetrius charges him and shoots him off the rope, Chris comes back and hits Demetrius with a shoulder block, Demetrius drops down and as Chris comes back Demetrius trips him and stands up.)

“Man, that was kinda easy there Chris. If you do that against Halme and Rowell your going to get your ass kicked.”

(Chris just rushes Demetrius he sets him off the ropes and comes at him with a huge close line knocking Demetrius down.)

“Meh, it wasn't as easy as that was for me.”

(Demetrius nips up and comes nose to nose with Chris.)

“I wasn't ready for that.”

(Chris smirks)

“You gonna say that if Halme or Rowell knock you on your ass. It's clear to me that I should lead the charge this Sunday when we have to face them.”

“Your fucking kidding me right?”

(Demetrius says with a hint of anger in his voice.)

“What's wrong Dee am I getting into your head?”

(Demetrius just stares at Chris.)

“Nah, I just like to call bullshit when I see it.”

(Chris throws a right at Demetrius and he blocks it, he kicks Chris in the stomach and goes to him with the Asai DDT and Chris counters by pushing Demetrius off, they both charge full steam and knock each other down with a close line, both taking deep breathes as they lay on the ground.)

“I fucking had you man, but you got lucky with that counter, Rowell and Halme will not be so easy so I think cause I am the veteran here that I should be the one that leads the charge.”

(Chris lets out a big sigh)

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

(As the two sit in the ring arguing Tasha and Crystal walk into the gym, Crystal is holding Demetrius and Tasha's baby daughter Ciana, Chris looks at her a raises an eyebrow.)

“Isn't she so cute Chris?”

(Chris just shakes his head. Tasha walks up to the ring placing her hand on the apron.)

“Did we come in at the wrong time.”

“Nah, babe I was just giving the headliner here a wrestling lesson.”

(Chris gets up to his feet and just stares down at Demetrius.)

“Your full of shit, I had you beat and you know it.”

(Demetrius just starts to laugh.)

“Nah, not really I let you get that shit in man I had to make sure that you are ready for the big leagues.”

(Chris smirks as he extends his hand to Burrell, Demetrius stands up just to have Kaladaro sweep his legs out.)

“Yeah, and you let me do that to didn't you?”

(Demetrius rushes to his feet and gets nose to nose with Chris. Tasha gets into the ring and gets in between them.)

“Could you to act like adults just for a few minutes, everything was fine until now. You two are partners and need to get over this competition thing that you two have going on.”

(Demetrius and Chris look at Tasha.)

“Everything was fine babe, until Chris here got it into his head that he is better then everyone and thinks he has all the got damn answers.”

(Crystal just shakes her head as she continues to play with the baby.)

“Your both acting like children, Tasha is right this has to stop.”

(Chris looks over to Crystal.)

“No offense girls but this is between Demetrius and myself, just because he is the number one contender to the PPW Heavyweight title does not mean that he knows what is best, he needs to realize that I just got the drop on him so I should clearly be the one that.....

“Don't even fucking say it.”

(Demetrius cuts Kaladaro off and the ladies just roll their eyes and sigh.)

“This is really getting old Chris, you were so pumped to come over here cause there was actually someone that had the heart to check on you when Halme put you on the shelf and then your hard headed ass has to go and get into a fight.”

(Chris frowns as Demetrius looks at him with a smirk on his face.)

“He he, you should probably listen to your girl there Chris.”

“Demetrius shut it.”

(Tasha says with a stern look on her face.)

“You know what Demetrius I really don't need to deal with this right now. I'll take care of Halme and you can try to take care of Rowell. Just make sure you show up to the arena and bring your A game with you.”

(Demetrius smiles.)

“Don't worry about me I could do this by myself if need be.”

“Crystal let's go. I'm done with this.”.

(Crystal gives Ciana a kiss on the forehead as Tasha walks over and takes the baby from Crystal. Kaladaro exits the ring and grabs Crystal by the hand as the two walks away and make there way towards the exit. Tasha looks at Demetrius and sighs.)

“You know you need him right?”

(Demetrius shakes his head.)

“I really don't I can handle this on my own, if he wants to show up then fine. Even if he doesn't want to show up it doesn't matter to me. The only thing I care about is getting my hands on Rowell.”

FADE

[Mikko]

Calm is the perfect way to describe the scene at Lake Bodom in Espoo, Finland. The sun is slowly creeping up over the horizon to the East. Sitting on the rocky edge of the lake is another story. One with a connection to this very place. The story JJ Halme, who over the past two weeks has etched a bloody and violent history into the fresh young soul of PPW. Suddenly, things aren’t so calm.

This spot is the very same which saw three teenagers brutally murdered June 4th 1960. The fourth sustained severe injuries at the hands of the attacker, only to be assumed the guilty party until acquittal in 2005. Yet another similarity between JJ and the Bodom murders presents itself in that little tidbit of information. A false accusation.

JJ Halme has been accused of assaulting Chris Kaladaro over an accidental collision in the locker room on the fateful night of January 18th. What a simpletons cause. To think that JJ Halme is some type of Neanderthal that would do something so foolish… This isn’t Hip Hop. You don’t go shooting guns off just because somebody scuffed your shoes. No, I’m afraid the truth of the matter is far more horrifying.

Here he sits, no blood on the ground, nor screaming fans or victims surrounding him. Only silence and the thoughts within his head. Perhaps of the upcoming tag match between himself and CJ Rowell teaming against Chris Kaladaro and Demetrius Burrell. Perhaps in a dream-state reminiscing of leaving Deontre Jackson a blood mess after ramming a flag pole through his face. Perhaps thinking back to the very night in question, when he viciously attacked Chris Kaladaro.

“Yeah, I’ll put the speaker phone on now.”

Or maybe he’s on his fucking cell phone. The voice on the other end comes through in that typical hollow speaker phone sound.

“All set?”

“Yes.”

“JJ Halme, you’ve made an incredible impact in PPW over here in the Northern Midwest. You’ve introduced an element of danger unlike any other on the roaster. However, you’ve also made some decisions that leave many people scratching their heads and wondering the all important question. ‘Why?’”

With that oh so familiar shit eating grin, he replies.

“Chaos.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I do what I do to create chaos. It’s interesting to me to that people get so confused when something happens outside of their plans. For example, punting Demetrius Burrell’s testicles into the third row and passing up a chance at the championship.”

“You mean to tell me that you have no interest in attaining gold in PPW?

“There you see I never said that. But when I do it, it’s to come on my terms. The paycheck helped to influence my decision as well.”

“Are you saying that you received a payoff for throwing the match?”

“What I said stands at that. I won’t go into the details of my deal.”

“But JJ….. Nevermind. How about your attack on Chris Kaladaro. Seemingly unprovoked, you attacked him as he was passing you in the aisle heading to his match. Again, the questions begs to be asked, why?”

“Well, first of all, I would like to clear up the rumor that it had something to do with bumping shoulders. Watch the tapes, two men can not bump shoulders if they are separated by about four feet of space. And that biased son of a bitch David Thompson’s ‘reporting’ that it happened in the locker room earlier in the night, is purely ridiculous.”

“So, why then?”

“As I said, chaos. Chris Kaladaro has a reason to live now. I gave that to him. I gave him purpose in PPW. Now, just imagine if I refused to face him one on one. How much do you think that would irritate him?”

“Don’t you think that would make you seem like a coward?”

“You act as though I care. And if I was such a coward, would I have slaughtered him a month ago?”

“You attacked him from behind!”

“If your opponent made it all the way to the ring, and the well known ‘bad guy’ from the previous match was still present, wouldn’t you have an eye on him? Kaladaro is stupid, pure and simple. If he didn’t see it coming, it’s his own fault.”

“Well, piecing this all together in my head on the fly, it would appear that you’re working in some capacity with CJ Rowell. This weekend you square off with Kaladaro and Burrell with him as your partn….”

“I am in no way shape or form affiliated with CJ Rowell. Nor would I ever be. He has done nothing but ride in on a muddy horse after I cleaned the floors for him. I had a contract, end of story. What comes of this match, nothing to it. I will work in a professional manner with Rowell and defeat my opponents, one way or another.”

“Two more issues to cover. Number one being the destruction of.”

“He called me a Swede. There’s a saying in Finland, “It doesn’t matter if Finland wins, as long as Sweden loses.” You never call a Finn a Swede. Period.”

“O…. K…. Last Question, JJ. You seem to be building some kind of relationship with one of PPW’s newest acquisitions, Heatwave. What’s the story behind that?”

“He’s a good man to have watching your back.”

“OK, JJ. Thank you for your time. “

JJ doesn’t even reply to the man. He simply flips his phone shut and turns straight to the camera. He smirks and waves it off, followed by a quick fade to black.