********** DREAM**********
[The dream opens in a huge conference room. Chris Van X is sitting at this huge table and all around him or the real life GiJoe’s. There’s Dusty, Snake Eyes, LT. Duke, Rock N Roll, Lady Jaye, Shortfuse, Stalker and quite a few more. Standing at the front of the room talking is General Hawk. Chris Van X look’s around all confused as he look’s at the other real life Gi Joes.]
Gen. Hawk: You’ve got to win war! It’s more than shooting people!
Lt. Duke: No it isn’t if we would just stop and shoot them instead of fighting with them e would have won the war by now!
Gen. Hawk: Shut up Duke! I'm trying to make a point!
[Chris Van X is sitting there very frustrated at the moment. He look’s over and right next to him sits SGT. Slaughter.]
Chris: Sergeant Slaughter is that you?
SGT. Slaughter: Damn right it is!
Chris: I thought you where in WWE?
SGT. Slaughter: Oh yea…. That’s right I am……Um… if anyone ask…. You never saw me here.
[Sgt. Slaughter gets up from his chair and walk’s out of the room. Chris stares at him in disbelief as he walks out. Gen. Hawk is still talking about “WAR”. Suddenly Chris look’s to the seat next to where SGT. Slaughter was sitting and on the other side sits President George W. Bush. Chris is amazed and look’s at him.]
Chris: Mis…mister president is that you?
Bush: Damn…. Yes it’s me I was hoping no one else would recognize me.
Chris: What are you doing here?
Bush: Trying to get tips! If I can end this war with Iraq before the elections I might be able to stay in office!
Chris: Oh….
[Suddenly two secret agents walk up and escort the president out. As he is walking out he mumbles to Chris.]
Bush: Dammit you, you should have kept quite now they are making me leave. I’ll never get re-elected now!
Chris: Sorry!
Gen. Hawk: EXCUSE ME!
[From the commotion of the president being escorted out and everything General Hawk has stopped the entire meeting and everyone is looking at Chris Van X.]
Chris: Um.. Yes sir?
Gen. Hawk: Is there a problem?
Chris: Uh.. Not rea….
Gen. Hawk: Son do you want to kill Cobra Commander or not!
Chris: Who?
Gen. Hawk: Who? Who? Our arch enemy! The one this conference is all about! I am teaching us about! The snakes head in which we must cut off!
Chris: I think I am in the wrong place!
[Suddenly while Gen. Hawk is screaming at Chris even more Chris feel’s someone shaking his shoulder. He turn’s to see who it is and then he wakes up and the dream is over.]
**********Dream over**********
~{Chris wakes up and a old drunk man is shaking his shoulder. Chris is laying in front of a dumpster behind Publix grocery store. The old bum keep’s shaking his arm.}~
Bum: Hey… hey buddy! Buddy1 Wake up!
~{Chris suddenly sits up and look’s around. He rubs his eyes and then grabs the back of his head in pain.}~
Chris: Arghh what happen? Where am I?
Bum: I don’t know. Some guys in a black hummer dumped you out twenty minutes ago!
Chris: Who where they?
Bum: Beats me I was digging in the dumpster for some food when I heard them pull away.
Chris: Shit my head hurts. Thanks for waking me up pal!
Bum: No problem!
~{The old bum starts to walk away and he pushes his shopping cart away. Chris leans up against the dumpster and holds the back of his head. He pull’s out his cellphone and dials a number. The camera fades to black.}~
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~{Cameras reopen about twenty minutes later. It is in the same area where Chris was dumped. He is now standing up. Suddenly a yellow jeep wrangler comes pulling up. In the drivers seat sits Sean Van X. In the passenger seat is the redhead from the bar. Sean look’s at his brother.}~
Sean: What happen to you?
Chris: I don’t know some security guys came and drug me out. The next thing I know I woke up here somehow.
Sean: Security guys? Max and Daniel?
Chris: Know there was three of them and it wasn’t Max and Daniel.
Sean: That’s weird. Well hop in I’ll drop you off at the apartment.
~{Chris Van X climbs into the back of the Jeep. His brother Sean pull’s out and takes off down the highway. Sean makes small talk with the redhead while he drives. Chris sits in the back and thinks quietly to himself. After a few moments the jeep stops in front of the apartment complex where Chris and Sean stay.}~
Sean: Chris…. Chris!… CHIRS!!!
Chris: Wha…. Huh? Oh yea what?
Sean: Your home Chris…..
Chris: Yea, thanks.
~{Sean look’s at his brother in the rearview mirror. He then look’s over at the redhead and they speak for a moment. Sean look’s back in the mirror and Chris is still sitting there.}~
Sean: Chris…. You going to get out?
Chris: Yea, Sorry. I’m just thinking.
Sean: You sure your going to be ok?
Chris: Yea I’ll be fine!
Sean: Alright then I’ll call you tomorrow.
~{Chris gets out of the jeep and walk’s up the small path to his apartment. He unlocks the door and walk’s in. He flip’s on the light switch and storms across the floor. He goes into the kitchen pantry and opens it. He gets out a bottle of Captain Morgan. He twist the lid off and takes a huge swallow. He then walks into the living room and sits down in his recliner.}~
Chris: That was one crazy ass dream. I wonder who in the hell those guys where that drug me out though. That was weird. But I can take care of that at a later date and time. I want to talk about the comments made by Derrick “Demon Hall” Hunter. Or as he likes to be called Derrick Hall. He got out there using the same bullshit lines as everybody else and claims he is going to take us out. Well guess what bitch we’ve been in UWWF since before you got hair on your nuts. Nobody has taken us out yet. You want to talk about. I love to hear the oh so famous words from Jeremy Clarkson that Derrick has decided to use himself because he can’t come up with his own shit. That is the words “Van X Boyz are exactly what their name says… (laughter)… they are just “boys” in a big man’s world”. Derrick learn your own shit and quit saying the same things we have heard for the past five years. If your suppose to be this great star you should be wise enough to come up with better things to say. Also what the fuck is a jobber? I have never heard that in my life? Your such as sorry ass dumb piece of shit, you better hope to god Maddog finishes you off because you would hate it if I got my hand’s on you. Derrick your pathetic. Beating up senseless bum’s. You said you didn’t something amazing to Maddog? Hell ask him how many stitches he has in the back of he head now from me? Anyone can beat someone up. Hell I did! But to beat a man down is the thing. Derrick your ass is grass. I’m going to rip you apart. Your not main event power. Hell your barely even UWWF worthy. Your time will come and I will prove your just a bitch!
~{Chris takes a swallow of Captain Morgan. He ten wipes his mouth as he lays back and the camera fades.}~
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~{Camera’s open back up a few hours later. Chris is still sitting on the couch and the empty Captain Morgan bottle is on the floor. Chris has now changed into some boxer shorts and a white wife beater shirt. He smirks as he looks up at the camera.}~
Chris: Well the UWWF is all in talking motion. Everyone is stating this and that claiming this and that. But one person I have yet to see speak is my next opponent Nightmare. Now I don’t know what sort of injuries he might have withstood at Made of Glass but I still would have thought he could have showed what was left of his face. Now on liberation television me and you are going to lock up in the ring and see what each other is made out of. Well I already know what I’m made out of , but you I’m not so sure. You have held that belt for quite some time now and I don’t think you deserve it. You haven’t wrestled against or beaten anyone who is somebody. You have beaten scrubs! Chumps! Losers! Rejects! Maddog has been feeding them to you week in and week out! Nightmare you’re a punk! A loser! You are nothing but a bitch! I am going to beat the shit out of you then take the Streetfight championship and put some dignity to it. Because you are a embarrassment to that title and to this federation. You are a bitch. You don’t stand a chance of beating me! When it’s all said and done I will be standing over your body with my streetfight title raised high in the air. Nightmare your nothing worth worrying about! I’m going to show you why I am the hard-gore legend!
Chris: Now for just a moment I want to address my boss. Maddog…… He talks a lot about stepping into his world. Stepping up to the plate with him. How once I go into his world I will be a changed man. How I wont ever be the same. Maddog listen to be very good…… I will destroy your world. I will prove myself and show to everyone that I am the man to beat. Maddog you call me a hack? Your right I am. I am going to hack away at you and the Apocalypse until there is no more. I will end your career. I will take you out of action permanently. I want to see what you still have to offer! I want to see you up close and personal! One on one pal me and you! Let’s see it! I don’t think you are all you claim to be anymore. Lets be honest Bonez isn’t shit is he? He is a old timer who has past his prime. So beating him wasn’t nothing. Hell I beat him myself. Maddog you name the place and time. I’ll bring myself and we will end what we have started. Let’s end the drama that has unfolded! Maddog I am going to be watching at Liberation television to see what you still have. Hell I have no doubt in my mind you will not only beat but destroy Derek Hall. But when it comes to me….. I think your messing with something that you wont ever be able to forget.
~{Chris gets up from the couch and walks towards the back of the apartment. The camera then flashes to the house on the lake and on the back deck sits Sean Van X. He has on a pair of flip flops and some night pants. He also has a hooded black sweater. He is smoking a cigarette and playing with his zippo lighter.}~
Sean: Whoa, it’s cold out tonight…..“breathes into his hands and rubs them together.” I have seen that this new group calling themselves the Renegades….. Cute name for some cheap ass bitches. Names don’t mean shit. What counts is what you bring to the ring. I have yet to see anything impressive from any of these guys. “Drag off smoke” They have all ran there mouths and cheated there way’s to victory. Cyrus may have beaten me and Made of Glass but I got the last laugh when I walked out of the ring and himself and his bitch Acid had to be helped after I laid the both of them out! But it’s all good seeing as how they kept the belt.
~{Sean takes the last drag off his cigarette. He flicks the butt into a small bucket on the deck. He then rubs his hands together and places them in his pocket. He leans back and looks at the camera.}~
Sean: Jeremy Clarkson….. You have something that belongs to me. I want it. You have my belt. You and Maddog may have worked out what seemed to be a great idea by getting half of the belts off Bonez but you forgot one factor and that was me! Chris has the other half sitting on his dresser at the apartment. I want mine! I want my gold dammit. Repent you better be fucking prepared to turn it over. When we marched back into UWWF I tried to make this easy for you and ell you to drop the belts. But you wanted to make it hard. Well you will get to see it the hard way! You will see it our way. Just get ready for it!
~{Sean stands up from the chair he is sitting in. He fixes the hood on his head as he turns to walk back inside and the camera fades.}~
