Anarchy 99 vs Bad Company

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Tag Team Street Fight
Anarchy 99 vs Bad Company

Deadline: 6-3-14 at Midnight CST

[Jason Aries]

The scene opens up in an alleyway off a street in Washington, D.C. the camera is set as it is looking down the alleyway as it is looking in to a dark damp area. The sound of feint footsteps off in the distance can be heard as they seem to be getting a little closer. The outline of a man comes out of the darkness as it is revealed to be none other than Jason Aries. Jason is wearing a Bad Company teeshirt, blue jeans, and white tennis shoes as he looks at the camera with an intense glare.

“A street fight is a match for when a promotion has no other answer when it comes to two sides no matter if it is a singles match or in this case a tag team match. I could stand here and say the normal typical things about what I am going to do and how it will end. The truth is this is not going to be a match the entire wrestling world knows this will be a war. I have never had this much contempt for two men throughout my career and I have been around a lot of ass holes. I will do my best to try and lay this out so everyone that is watching wherever you are can understand. I am also going to lay it out for the two men who call themselves anarchy 99 and maybe just maybe they will get it.”

He begins to look around his surroundings as the camera just watches him he even begins to search through the trash as he finds a glass bottle pulling it out. The camera slowly pulls back as he begins to slowly show it to the camera looking at it himself. He then begins tossing it up in the air and catching it with one hand as again the camera just watches on. He tosses it up in the air and catches it one more time as he does he glares at the camera.

“Noah Hanson you still seem to be a man who believes that when it comes to Pro Wrestling X you are the best it has to offer hell I even think I heard the word god in there. I am beginning to think you have taken one to many shots to the head the god of Pro Wrestling X that’s a good one. I have been in the ring with you and while you are great you are nowhere near a god. I would think that someone like you who has been around this business for so long would know better. I mean lets think of the men who have had god complexes in this business they are no longer around. The wrestling business has a way of taking men with those types of complexes and shattering them.”

He strikes the bottle as it shatters everywhere as he looks down at the broken pieces as the camera zooms in on him as it wants to see everything. The thoughts seem to be racing through his mind as he closes his eyes he seems to be trying to collect himself. He slowly raises his head as his eyes open he just glares in to the camera not saying a single word. He seems to finally be able to compose himself as he breathes in deep he lets it out once again he concentrates.

“The things you have done with your partner who looks to be nothing more than your lackey is nothing short of despicable I mean trying to end a mans career just because. I know you think you have Night Hawk on the ropes like your going to break him one way or another. I feel sorry for you I really do because I have never seen him this focus or ready to be this violent. The only thing you have done is the worst thing possible that being awaking a monster. I know first hard what Night Hawk is capable of and at the end of the day you have no clue what you have done. I am going to stand back and watch as the wrestling machine goes through you like a buzz saw.”

He crouches down as he once again looks at the shattered pieces of the bottle on the ground the camera once again slowly zooms in. He looks at the camera with an intense glare for a few moments before once again taking his attention off of the camera. The thoughts once again seem to be racing through his mind as he takes another deep breath. He seems to be holding it for awhile as he seems more focused as he has ever been.

“Noah I want you to look at these pieces this is a symbol that being this is how this match is going to end with you team left in nothing more than pieces. I am done talking because to be honest I have done enough talking throughout my career to last a lifetime. I am now going to start letting my actions speak louder than words because we all know that is what counts. I could knock you out I could make you tap out or I could end your career in the middle of the ring. I am done playing games and I am done being pushed around and watching men I respect be left lying. A storm is coming and you know what they say during these times you ned to be in good company the only problem is there is only one company Bad Company.”

He walks back In to the darkness as the scene slowly fades to black.

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“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”
As Nighthawk packs up his USA Wrestling gym bag with some of his usual tools of the trade to fly to Washington, DC to team up with Jason Aries for a tag team streetfight against Anarchy 99 one can’t help but notice the look of bone-weary exhaustion in his eyes as he again prepares to battle a man who is becoming a tremendous distraction, and a roadblock from him being able to achieve all of his goals, in the person of Noah Hanson.



But while, on its surface, the idea that the Chicago native might again be forced to engage wih a man who everyone agrees is keeping him from fulfilling his appointed goal of chasing the PWX World Tag Team Titles seems vastly dispiriting it is rather quickly becoming clear that he is looking forward to finally, once and for all, putting the entirety of the Noah Hanson mess, for lack of a better word, behind him. And considering that this has been a man who has tried his best to torment him, and convince him to turn his back on the moral code that has gotten him to this place in his career, it would seem fair and even understandable if the “Wrestling Machine” allowed his mind to focus more on hurting Noah Hanson for what he’s done, and less on actually winning the match and putting this entire affair behind him. But as we think about it, we remember that for Nighthawk at least, winning, and winning with the honor and dignity that he is known for, would be the best revenge that he could ever think of having.



And as the “Man of 1000 Holds” packs up his gear bag, adding in rolls of athletic tape and Tylenol for what he imagines will be a pain-filled night spent in his hotel room, or if worse comes to worse, a local hospital Nighthawk’s wife walks in and takes one look at her husband before walking back out again and coming back in with a cloth shopping bag filled with bandages, Neosporin, and other tools of the trade necessary for dealing with wounds.
(Author’s note: This conversation took place in Spanish.)
Nighthawk: “Why did you give me this for, Sin? I don’t think a street fight is going to be so bad that I need a whole bunch of stuff around wound care in addition to the Tylenol I already packed.”



Sin: “That’s where you’re wrong, Tristan. I know you’re a pure wrestler, and the idea of getting into street fights is something of a necessary evil that you have to do for times like this, but you don’t know what they’ll do to you. Noah and Colt would want nothing more, enjoy nothing more, than to hurt you. I mean really hurt you, Tristan. I don’t think I'd be speaking out of turn if I said their mission was to make it so you’d never compete again. that’s what you’re stepping into, Tristan, when you head to the ring for this streetfight. You’re going in there against two people who don’t just want to win a match, like you and Jason would want, you’re in there against two people who want nothing more than to break you. and the quicker you can wrap your head around that, and make that opponent I just described the person you’re facing, the less you’re going to need this. But you’ll need it, regardless. That’s why I packed it.”



Nighthawk: “The thing that worries me about all of this isn’t what Noah’s going to try to do to me. I can see that coming, and I can defend against it. It’s what I'm going to have to do. I fear that if I unleash everything, throw everything in my arsenal at him, he wins even if he loses. Because, in his mind, turning me into the sort of guy who won’t stop until his opponent is broken absolutely is a victory. THAT is what terrifies me about all of this. The idea that I have to turn into what Noah Hanson wants me to be, in order to put this to an end, is a horrifying position. But I have to do it. There’s no other options left.”



Sin: “There’s always another way, Tristan. Even if you might not see it right now, even if your rage is clouding your judgment to the point where you can’t see it, there’s always another way.”



Leaving her husband alone to think about what she just said, Sin puts her care package inside of his gym bag and sits down beside him to brush her hair, allowing her stoic and highly intelligent husband the time that he needs to think things through in his own head.



Later on that night…..



As Nighthawk sits down in the back pew of Nativity of Our Lord Catholic Church in Bridgeport, we see a different side of the “Wrestling Machine” than we normally have seen. Lighting the votive candles, Nighthawk sits down on the floor Indian-style as he quickly ties his long cherry-bomb red hair back into a samurai-esque top knot.



Nighthawk: “Dear Commander at the Roman Emperor’s Court, you chose to be also a soldier of Christ and dared to spread faith in the King of Kings – for which you were condemned to die. Your body, however, proved athletically strong and the executing arrows extremely weak. So another means to kill you was chosen and you gave your life to the Lord. May athletes be always as strong in their faith as their Paton Saint so clearly has been. Amen.”



The next morning…..



As Nighthawk packs up the trunk of his car to head off on a long drive to our nation’s capital he slowly closes his eyes. Clad in a black Bad Company t-shirt, black leather pants with a stylized blue-and-white Nighthawk bird on each leg, and black work boots, the “Wrestling Machine” slowly opens his eyes.



Nighthawk: “I have traveled the world for this sport, spent many a night in different countries, and over all of that time I have noticed many people who should be farther along in their career than they were, and one common thread runs through all of those stories, from Auckland to Venice Beach. That one thread is that it’s everyone’s fault but theirs. The truth is that, when it came time to be the champion they told the world they should be, they surrendered. Whether it was ignoring the drinks and drugs around them, or getting up an hour earlier and doing an extra hour of work in the gym, at every turn they chose to refuse to do the work that means the difference between being a guy who goes down in history as a legend and a guy who never goes down in history at all. That is the life that you have chosen for yourself, Noah.


You’ve chosen to try and take shortcuts all of the time, every chance you could. I won the World Heavyweight Title, a title you thought was yours by birthright, and defended it against you by making you tap out. I went to the finals of a tag team tournament we had to have because you surrendered and went home, a tournament you lost in the first round of I should point out. I've beaten you. I've proved my way is the right way for me, time and time again. And yet, it doesn’t change anything. To you, I will always be a fraud. And this week, while you talk and talk again and again about making me into someone just like you, I'm going to introduce you, and your tag team partner for that matter, to a concept you’ve already shown not just myself, but the world, that you’re well acquainted with. And when it’s done, when we hit you with the Pressure Drop and put this whole thing to the end it should have had a while ago, you’re going to understand what it is when I finally get tired of being distracted.



Because make no mistake, Noah, that’s what you are. You’re not someone I see as a threat or a challenge I need to overcome. You’re a distraction, something on par with a splinter in my hand or a set of lost keys. You’re keeping me from something Noah, something Jason and I want very badly. However, as long as you stand in my way Noah, that can’t happen. So this week I won’t just beat you, because that doesn’t seem to work anymore. I pin your shoulders to the mat, and nothing changes. I make you tap out in the center of the ring, and no effect. So Jason and I asked for this street fight, a match everyone would expect you to want, because this time when we win, it’s going to be over. After this streetfight, no one with a brain to think and eyes to see is ever going to believe you can get under the skin, or beat Bad Company, ever again.



The worst part of this, though, isn’t what you’re doing to me. I can deal with that. it’s the lies you keep telling about Jason Aries. That’s what is really bothering me. Let me make this clear to you now, before my forearms and my elbows and everything else I do really lets it sink in: Jason Aries is not my Sam Wilson, or my Jason Todd. He is not a sidekick. He is a world-traveled, well-respected professional wrestler. Bad Company is now, and will forever be, a team of EQUALS. We think as one mind because it’s the best way to win. And this week, in a streetfight, we’re going to show you the difference between an actual team and two men who are partnering up.
This won’t be for the faint of heart. It won’t be pretty. But it has to happen, and it has to happen just that way. Because, Noah, we have to teach you the oldest lesson in the book. You don’t spit on Superman’s cape, you don’t piss into the wind, and you don’t mess with Bad Company.



Now that brings me to the other half of this little party, Colt Hanson. Colt I know you’re just here because Noah asked you to be, because he needed some backup. And I understand why you’re doing what you’re doing, Colt. I get it. it’s what you do for family. But understand what is coming to you because you felt like you had to stand up for your family. You’re a 51-year-old man, Colt. This isn’t like a movie, where you can create one great last moment. This is real life, Colt. And this week, you will be hit with everything we have. Every double-team we’ve ever practiced and mastered, the best weapons in each of our arsenals, will be laser-guided at you. We’re going to take you out. We’re going to beat you.
Even though you’re on Noah’s side, I don’t view you as I view him. I don’t see an enemy. I see a man standing in the way of letting me fulfill the job I need to fulfill. And at Civil War, Jason and I fulfill that job. We do what needs to be done, what should have been done.”



Goodnight Anarchy 99. May sleep give you the courage to go on.”