Matt Stone [vs.] Allen Walker [vs.] Jaxx Ryder

Matt Stone makes his IWF debut this week while Allen Walker and Jaxx Ryder make their Battle Grounds debuts in a triple threat match that will prove to the world that IWF has the best up and coming roster in any fed!

Scene fades to Oakley Medical Center. In room 310, A wounded Allen Walker lays in his hospital bed. Miserably flicking through the channels on the television.

Walker: Ah fuck.---Nurse!

Nurse Donna comes stumbling into the room.

Donna: Ye-Ye-Yes Mis-Mister Walker?

Walker: These channels suck!

Donna: What-Wha-What do you want- me to do-ab-about it sir?

Walker: Get me something to eat dammit! And I dont want that hospital shit. It makes me puke.

Donna: Ye-Yes Sir.

Donna leaves the room abruptly.

Walker: {speaking to himself} That bitch better get here shit together. I'm Allen Walker.

{Yelling to the door}

I deserve some damn respect!

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People are heard outside the door, and a man begins to speak.

Man: Allen Walker?

Walker: What the hell do you want? you better be bringing me food!

Man: May We-- I come in?

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Walker: Come in dammit! Im sick of yelling to you.

A parade of cameras, and paparazzi comes storming into the room and surrounds Allan at his bed. Flashes of light, are everywhere, and buzz is high.

Walker: Woah, Woah Woah! Who the fuck are you!

Man: Im Jeremy Cristopher from Celebrity Buzz. This is live, and--

Walker: Listen up Jackass! Take half of the damn people in this fucking room, and push em out that damn door!

Jeremy: You heard the man! Move it!

Half of the people in the room leave, and all tat is left is Walker, Jeremy, and two camera men.

Walker: Now what the fuck do you want? Cant you see I am occupied?

Jeremy: Well Allen--

Walker: Mister Walker.

Jeremy: Mister Walker, news leaked that you are here, at Oakly Medical, for some kind of wrestling related injury.

Walker: Yes, indeed its true! That son of a bitch Jaxx Ryder nearly broke my neck at Monarchy!

Jeremy: Is that why you lost sir?

Walker: Well of course! I was cheated out of the prize! That damn vertebreaker is barbaric! As soon as I have time to, I'm making a call to IWF, and declaring that move be terminated! He should have been put behind bars for that sot of action!

Jeremy: What are your reguards for Mr. Ryder?

Walker: I have plenty to say to Jackass Ryder. First of all, I am suing him for every damn ounce of change hes got! Ive already talked with my attorney. Im taking that barbarian to court. I was rushed to the hospital after the match! 3 Spinal bruises, and a pinched nerve in my neck! I can barely move it!

Jeremy: You are aware that you are booked in a match with Jaxx, and Matt Stone right?

Walker: Do I look like someone who is unaware?

Jeremy: No sir?

Walker: Im very well aware! Im not wrestling that barbarian until I get a proper apology! He better get his balls out of his ass, and say sorry for what he did! I dont care that I lost, I dont care that Flex Won. I'm angry that the IWF let him get away with such a move! Thank god he was eliminated before he injured anyone else! He needs to go back to wrstling school, before he comes to the big promotions. He nearly broke my neck!And hes damn luck he didnt. Because when my neck healed,I would beat him till he was a bloody pulp! So here's to you Jaxx Ryder! I want a damn apology. And only then, I will wrestle you. And also, to IWF. You better not allow him to use the vertebreaker at Battle Grounds!

Jeremy: and what about Matt Stone?

Walker: Kidney Stone is irrelevant. But for his own safety, he better stay out of my damn way. And I swear to god, If he gets in my way of winning this match, I will break his legs. and there is absolutely, nothing he can do about it.

Jeremy: And if you win this match. Where does that put you in the IWF?

Walker: After I make that weasel Jaxx Ryder cry to his mother, I'm gonna move onto bigger and better competitors. Ones, that payed attention in wrestling school, and dont try to use barbaric moves such as the vertebreaker. And one more damn thing. My doc says that I am going to be able to wrestle, but he cant promise I wont be injured again. So If either of you, Stone, or Ryder, injure me, I am going to bring you to the forces of the law, and strip you of every damn thing you have. And when you are all alone, in the cell, I think we will know whos the real winner.

The Paparazzi leaves the room, and Walker layes back to go to sleep. The scene fades out./

Scene cuts to Allen Walker backstage before his match. He has a neckbrace on, and seems to be in pain. He grabs a mic, and pulls it close to his face.

Walker: Breaking news. I am wearing this brace until the beginning of my match tonight. Doc says the longer I keep it on, the better chance have of winning. Now, I'd like to address Corey Casey.

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Casey, I am demanding that the vertebreaker is terminated from tonights match. And if Jaxx Ryder does indeed use the vertebreaker, on any of his opponents, he shall be disqualified. I will not stand for such a barbaric move, and I refuse to step in the ring until it is terminated.

As you can see, Im not in well shape, and the vertebreaker costed me my debut match. I will not sit back and watch another human being, including myself, endure the excruciating pain of the vertebreaker.

As for you Jaxx, Ive said my share of words. I know what I have to do this match to keep myself on top. If it wasn't for that damn move, I would have won that match. Im fed up with the incompetence in this company, and I'm here to put a stop to it.

And Stone, just stay out of my way. I cant say Im in your favor. I am not, I am only in my own favor. So be smart, and dont try anything stupid. You dont know what I'm capable of.

Oh, and Jaxx. Im still waiting on that apology.

Sincerely, "The Fortune" Allen Walker.

Allen drops the mic, and stumbles off the scene. Scene cuts.

Just some clarification, everything before the picture is off camera and is here to give you a glimpse into the character’s personalities and relationship. Everything after the picture is aired for everyone’s viewing pleasure.


Tuesday January 29th, 2013

Matt Stone is sitting in the lobby of his hotel in Charlotte, North Carolina. He’s on his hone, using the twitter app to reach out to the world. It’s 2:30 in the morning and he’s waiting for his valet and close friend, Katrina Evans, to come down so they can go out for a bite to eat, the life of a professional wrestler. Matt seems quite preoccupied with his phone, enough to the point where he doesn’t even notice that Katrina is standing right in front of him, arms crossed. She clears her throat, Matt glances up and nods.

(Matt): Ready?

(Katrina): That’s why I’m standing here silly, what are you doing?

Stone gets up off the chair, finishing typing something on the little keyboard attached to his phone before pocketing it.

(Matt): Just tweeting, nothing terribly exciting

Katrina spins around, a smile on her face.

(Katrina): Tweeting, eh? And who, pray tell, were you tweeting?

Matt just brushes past her towards the door, holding it open for her.

(Matt): No one you know…a new girl

Katrina walks by, a smile on her face.

(Katrina): Is that so? Where did you meet her?

(Matt): I haven’t, not yet anyway, can we drop this?

(Katrina): You know very well that we can’t. Who is she?

Stone sighs, walking down the street now with her, checking his phone every so often.

(Matt): She works in IWF.

(Katrina): Uh-huh…

(Matt): She’s tall, blonde and best of all, a real bad ass.

(Katrina): Sounds like your type, when’s the first date?

(Matt): How do you know I even asked her out?

Katrina stops, turning around to face him with a smug look on her face.

(Katrina): Because I know you, so when is it?

(Matt): Sunday night, after the show with the provision that I need to win my match first.

Katrina laughs.

(Katrina): You need to win your match? Yeah, this has a future.

Stone just rolls his eyes as he types more on his phone.

(Katrina): So when can I meet her?

(Matt): Probably sometime after I meet her. Are we done?

(Katrina): I guess, who are you facing anyway in your grand debut?

(Matt): Two jobbers from Rising Monarchy.

(Katrina): That’s a little harsh don’t you think?

(Matt): Oh please, you have more class in your backside than they have in a ring.

(Katrina): Well thanks for noticing.

(Matt): Why do you think I hired you? The glowing conversation?

Stone smirks, Katrina glances back with a pouting look on her face.

(Matt): You know I’m kidding…your ass was only part of it.

(Katrina): That’s better

Matt shakes his head as the two of them head into a 24/7 McDonalds. The feast of champions, indeed.


The scene opens up with our hero, the one and only Matt Stone standing in front of a basic black background, the IWF logo is in the background. Stone is wearing his custom ‘Shut me Up’ t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. His hair is meticulously spiked up, almost like he spent hours in front of the mirror so it would look just right. Almost…but really he only spent about half an hour, he has this shit down to a science. Where was I? Oh yeah, setting the stage…that’s about it, really. It’s a basic set-up for a debut promo, don’t want to go overboard here. Besides, we all know what we want, and that’s Hardcore Nudity! Failing that, we get ready for the shoot.

(Matt): In just a few short hours, I’ll be stepping inside an Insurgency Wrestling Federation ring for the first time. It’s been months since I’ve stepped into a ring for the first time, so this should be an interesting day to say the least. Of course, it would be more interesting if they had provided me with a little stiffer competition, because at the end of the day that’s what we’re all here. Everyone on this roster believes deep down that they are the best wrestler here and they strive to prove that very fact each and every time they go out there. Anyone who tells you different is just lying to you and themselves. I’m no different, and I readily admit that. It’s my job, in a sense, to go out there and show all you people that I am everything I say I am. That quest starts this week against Allen Walker and Jaxx Ryder. Why he needs two x’s I don’t know, but I’ll get to that in a minute.

First up I’ll talk about Mr. Walker, who deemed it necessary to introduce the world to him via a library. Classy Walker, it’s a shame you accomplished all of nothing except demonstrating that even old lady librarians are more entertaining than you. I realize you checked out Homer’s Odyssey, but after listening to you for a few minutes it would seem that Homer Simpson would be more your speed. D’oh! Did I blow your cover there bro, I’m sorry. No really, I am. You keep on claiming someone “costed you” your debut and we’ll all go on thinking you’re some sort of intellectual superior, I hear MENSA has your name on speed dial. I wouldn’t know what it takes to defeat Sirens and truthfully the only Cyclopes I know is in my pants, but I do know how to out wrestle people who believe themselves the greatest thing to happen to wrestling since it became a staple in the Olympics in 1904. Only difference is comparing you to me is like comparing professional wrestling to Sumo wrestling, something you actually might want to consider, given your current shape.

Kidney Stone is irrelevant, is that really all you have to say about me? Have you ever had kidney stones Allen? They hurt. A lot. If you think that little ouchie you have on your neck is a botheration, just wait until you gotta piss out some calcium build up in your bladder. I know that may seem less than flattering to call me that, but really I can live with the comparison so long as you can live with the pain. You can whine for an apology all you want, beg Casey to ban a move you were too slow to escape all you want, but there won’t be any back peddling when you have to stare down the man you so eloquently promised to break the legs of. It’s funny, you can get injured in a match and threaten to sue the company, but when you’re the one making the threats, promising bodily harm to another employee it’s perfectly fine, right? Think about that for a moment Allen, in fact, take a few moments. I realize the logic might not come to you right away, but essentially you just ruined your own case, and I think that’s just marvelous.

Aside from tripping up over your own bravado, you did manage to give me a few words of wisdom. Stay out of your way, for I am oblivious to that which you are capable. Okay, so I’m paraphrasing, but I thought I would class it up a bit. Unfortunately Walker, I do know what you’re capable of, you see I, like the rest of the relevant world of professional wrestling, watched Rising Monarchy and you didn’t fair too well. First person to take a fall on the entire show? That’s rough bro, but at least you were on television, right? I mean, that’s something. It’s nice to accomplish things, isn’t it? Sadly, that’s about all you’re going to accomplish this week, as well. I’ll save you the trouble too when next week you’re complaining that the mean Canadian hurt your feelings, I am not, nor will I ever be sorry for dominating people like you. It’s kind of funny though Allen, the only luxury you’re going to be familiar with yourself is having the showers all to yourself. First one in, first one out. Enjoy your privacy. Oh, and one last thing…

Stone reaches in his pocket and pulls out a napkin. He folds it over and offers it to the camera.

(Matt): Consider yourself served.

Stone tosses the napkin away and chuckles to himself before speaking again.

(Matt): That brings me to ol’ double X himself, Jaxx Ryder. The 32 year old Rock God out of N’Orleans, home of Super Bowl XLVII. Sadly, that’s about the most exciting thing I can say about him. His Ryder vision, as it was so coined just a few short hours ago, went live and we all saw…well we all saw a bunch of nothing. I give him credit, he’s at least trying to scout me, which is more than I can say for Walker, but listening to these two it’s like I’m an afterthought, a spectator of their epic rematch that no one demanded. Well gentleman, this time next week after I’m up facing someone who might actually know something about me, you two can face off once again, perhaps this time one on one, to determine who the real winner is. One thing’s for sure, it won’t be the audience.

But I suppose I should talk about Ryder a tad more, I mean after all he was generous enough to take us along with him to Home Depot, the immigrant capitol of the Country. Jaxx spent more time speaking of some Civil war brewing than he did about our match and I suppose I can’t blame him, it must be hard to know that you’re about to go 0-2 in a new company. I know the first thing I would do is go out shopping.

Stone rolls his eyes, clearly a master of sarcasm. Yep, a master.

(Matt): He did find out I was Canadian, which I suppose is still more than Walker found out. Shit, maybe he is the biggest competition I have this week. What a sad state of affairs this is, and am I the only one disappointed that I didn’t get a song? I was really looking forward to blaring my iPod with the sweet sound of Jaxx Ryder, Rock God. If it’s better to burn out than fade away Ryder, why haven’t you lit the wick yet? I know I had to light a candle after that steaming pile of shit you released to the general population. You say the Empire is going down, talk about teaching Remington a lesson, the only thing you have to offer him is how to not come across competent in any way. At the end of the day though, it really doesn’t matter what side of this upcoming war you find yourself on, you’ll always be the red shirt, you’ll forever be seen as the cannon fodder and on the grandest stages of wrestling, you’ll be that guy who comes out first in front of the microphone simply to say “test, testing”. As it stands, the only thing you’re testing is my patience and it’s quickly running out. You want to make an impact here in IWF? Stop wasting your time bantering with that blithering idiot Walker and spend more time trying to SHUT ME UP!”

With the Stone just shakes his head and walks off camera, the screen casually fading out to black.

Now long and dark is the road
and heavy is the load
and you're about to fall
into emptiness, your
eyes are losing the light!

Jessie: Jaxx man wake up....JAXX seriously dude you need to get your ass up!!

The camera zooms in showing Jaxx laying in bed blankets pulled up covering most of his head. He turns over and Jessie jumps on the bed standing over Jaxx as he pulls the blankets back off his friend.

Jessie: Seriously man you have to get up we have things to do and Mikey is getting the Jeep.

Jaxx rolls over pushing the camera and Jessie off his bed as he gets up.

Jaxx: Jess man seriously its freaking 4 am I know we wanted to get going early but this is ridiculous its only a 2 hour drive from Philly to New York and we are not on stage at CBGB's until 10 pm man.

Jessie: I know man but remember we are doing that jump from the statute.

An excited look crosses Jaxx's face as he seems to remember the plan they had for the day and he quickly gets up throwing on a pair of dark blue jeans and he reaches over and grabs a shirt across the front it looks just like Matt Stones on the front it reads Shut Me Up, and as Jaxx turns around to find his boots the back of the shirt reads like a check list

To Do List
1. Shut Up Matt Stone and Allen Walker
Completed 2-3-13 @ Battle Grounds
2. Destroy The Empire

Finding his boots Jaxx sits on the edge of the bed, and looks over at Jessie.

Jaxx: So we got what we needed from the city right? I can not get arrested this close to Battle Grounds because Allen and Matt in a one on one match would be like watching paint dry and grass grow. IWF would fold after that match because everyone would turn the channel.

Jessie: Seriously Jaxx at least Empire would be taken down I mean that’s the upside.

As he stands up he shakes his head at Jessie. And heads over to grab his coat.

Jaxx: Good point Jess but that will come after this Sunday night first I deal with Matt Stone the Canadian Loud Mouth and Allen Walker the angry Brit. Now lets get out of here I wanna get to New York and get this jump done.

The two men leave the room as the camera fades out.





Later saturday night at CBGB's in New York



The dressing room walls are covered in pictures and signatures of the bands who have played here over the years. It has become a right of passage that when you play CBGB's you sign the wall. Some bands who have returned sign every time they are back. Jaxx and his band sit in the dressing room waiting for their time to go onstage. Jaxx sits guitar in his lap absently strumming away, as Jessie once again turns the camera on his friend.

Jessie: Jaxx man that was an amazing jump you did today I heard the papers even had a reporter out there.

Jaxx seemingly distracted doesn't say anything.

Jessie: Jaxx are you even listening to me?

Looking up from his guitar Jaxx finally realizes someone is talking to him. He shakes his head like he is clearing away cobwebs.

Jaxx: Sorry Jessie my mind seems to be somewhere else. I saw that Matt Stone finally graced us with his presence and he had some good points. I haven't been focused on my match with him and Walker I have been too obsessed with the Empire I mean those guys are the top of the food chain and yeah they need to be stopped but I have to focus on the opponents in front of me.

Jessie: I know man you are usually the most focused of us all well I mean as focused as you can be when jumping off the Statue of Liberty.

Jaxx: You know what fuck that noise I am letting that little prick from the frozen north get in my head. He is worming and weaseling in side my nugget and seriously I know I am better then him, and that I will walk away from this match as the winner.

Turning to Jessie he grabs the camera looking right into it.

Jaxx: Matt Stone the Canadian Loud Mouth, you had a lot to say about our up and coming match at Battle Grounds. Of course none of it was relevant and honestly you seem to think or feel this will be a cake walk. Now I agree when it comes to Walker he is an obnoxious bore and has the personality of a wet mop. He is however in this match and like you he will be dealt with when the match and maybe this time I really will retire him from wrestling.

Now I know your Canadian and I have learned more about you Matt but lets focus on that little nugget of truth Canada I guess the best thing is their health care system I mean its great after our match maybe they life flight you from Philly back to Canada and then you can have your head removed from your ass. I am sure your Valet will be happy to ride along with you and hold your hand making sure you are OK. Of course that also means the date you have with the mystery woman will never happen. I am sorry for that I really am I am sure what ever woman that would date a man like you of course would be a catch.

Now I wonder if you shave the monkey before the date or is that something you do as a form of foreplay? I also wonder if PETA knows about you and your monkey love?

You can hear Jessie and that band laughing in the background as a smile crosses Jaxx's face.

Jaxx: I know I know cheap shot right and it was a crass joke but hey I work with what I have. Kind of like how I am going to make this pile of shit match I have been placed in and make it the top rated match of Battle Grounds. Thanks to me we will blow the roof of that joint and show Casey and every one else that I am real and here for the duration. Matt and Allen will both fall victim to the Wicked Riff, and as you lay motionless in the ring and I stand above you arms raised you will look up and the first words you will speak are when you see me above you and ask “ Are You God?” I will look down at you and let you know that yes yes I am the Rock God and you both have felt my wraith.

Jax throws the camera on a couch and it frames the door as the band walks out to preform. Before he walks out Jaxx turns to the camera and flashing the Devil Horns he sticks his tongue out and then finally trows a towel covering the camera.