This Is What You Call A "Freebie". Miami Beach, August 23rd 10:07 A.M.  Chapter One. Part One.

The Golden Couple had managed to take on The Drakmen's without any problem, but then again Leaky didn't have one either. When Leaky doesn't have a problem, you pretty much know you won't be having one either. It had been previously said that last week was just a warmup gig, and it had only proven to be an incredibly true statement. Nobody really knew when Leaky would cash in that stupid number one contenders spot. Sure, he said he'd been cashing it in the week after the Drakmen match, but he also said he'd cash it in a week after MOD - which wasn't true. All the same, Misery and Gypsy gave him that option. That anounced they would be able to beat him and whatever poor individual he was able to get, anytime, anyplace, so the fact that Leaky continued to change the date didn't bother them much. Mainly because no matter who Leaky managed to get on his side, their team would always consist of Leaky himself. Which in turn, meant that they would always be able to pin that sorry excuse for a former BUDvision Champion and call it a day. While they continue to recieve criticism over the fact that they haven't defended against anyone yet, they'll recieve even more criticism once they defend them. Now people will just say the only defense that they've had was against Leaky Format. How embaressing. Before the scene even comes to life, the sound of seagulls could be heard, as well as the ocean crashing up against nearby rocks. As the scene unfolds, you can almost see the heat beating down onto the hot white sand. While the water in the distance sparkles, the shore seems to be overheated. On a hot day such as this, there'd definitely be people walking along the shores, more than likely deep into the crystal blue water. However, there appears to be nobody - at all. The camera pans out along the shore, and there's still absolutley nobody in the water or on the shore. Ones has to wonder where all the people might be, or atleast what was keeping them off the beach. The camera continued to span out the scene. "Ha, that's a good one, hun. Why would I even waste my energy being worried about Monday?" The voice was a very familiar one, yet the body it was attached to couldn't be seen just yet. As the camera view continues to widen, a single person is seen. It's a male, mid-20's probably, a hawiian style shirt, tan shorts, brown sandals, and a black pair of sunglasses lay a top his body. A smile his upon his face, as a cellular phone is connected to his ear. A woman's voice was heard this time, but her body wasn't seen. "Well, normally I wouldn't be. I mean, it's Leaky. I wouldn't exactly call it worried, just curious as to who his partner might be. Did you get a chance to catch his promo against us?" "Of course I did," The assumption is that the woman's voice is on the other end of the phone. "Well, I watched a tiny bit of it before I had to shut it off. I'm out here all by myself, so I need to be amused somehow. I've always found Leaky's promos to be of the highest form of entertainment. Haven't you?" "No doubt." She giggled, just thinking of the stupidity Leaky Format had managed to come up with this week. "I didn't manage to catch all of it either, I put it on DVR. What caught my attention is that he said he got someone who is already a Grandslam winner. I'm going to need to know if I'm going up against someone worth mentioning. Otherwise we'll actually have to do work on our day off. I wasn't planning on actually trying in this match." "Gyps, honestly, who is he going to get? Drew Stevenson - beat him ten times over. Jimmy Stryker - couldn't even put one over Scott Addams. The only Grandslam winner worth mentioning anymore, is your own partner." He laughed, but they both knew that there was really nothing funny about it. He was one hundred percent serious, and the only funny part was that there were still people out there, including Leaky, that thought otherwise. "Well, that's a given. All the same, I'm wondering if he actually got someone good." She teetered on the edge of concern and wonder. "Who do you think would be stupid enough to be on a team with Leaky Format? The guys an absolute idiot." Truer words had never been spoken. "He doesn't deserve to lick the shit off our shoes, let alone whoever he got for a partner." She sighed. "I know you're right. It's just my intincts. I'm going to go watch whatever else that jackass had to say about us." "Alright, phone me back if it's anything interesting. Not funny, actually interesting. I don't expect to hear from you, but every once in awhile Leaky will say someting actually half way intelligent." They both chuckled, because it was entirely false. "Will do. Kisses." She hung up on the other line, as Zarek clicked his phone shut. He slid it back into his pocket, looking out to the ocean. For the first time, he actually acknowledged the camera that has been near him through the whole conversation. "Leaky, Leaky, Leaky, so we meet again, eh? Same old story, same old routine. We walk into the match, fair and square, and I walk out the victor, as always. Notice that little fair and square part, before you go running your mouth. Not ten guys with weapons jump me from behind on the way down the ramp, not I'm looking for a way to make people believe Zarek is a nobody, while I head to the top as Misery. No, whenever we've had a fair match, like we've done plenty times over, I've kicked your ass ten ways from Sunday. Then again, this isn't exactly a fair match, is it now? No, I don't believe it is. I have Gypsy as my tag partner, and you have, well...a question mark, so far. I'm glad you finally found yourself a tag team partner though Leakster, because this whole running thing would have gotten tiring, and I have better things to do than put you down for the millionth time at the pay-per-view. That's why I'm glad we only had to chase you a week. While you may have won this number one contenders spot from the Drakmen's, you're still no competition for us, which means, yeah, you're just another warmup gig. We've got people like Team DOA, Syck/Stryker, out there waiting for a chance at these puppies. However, I suppose you do deserve some sort of thanks. After all, if Dante decides to cheat his way to victory, like you've said he's mighty good at, then we'll get a rematch with the snap of our fingers. That's right Leaky, you're nothing more than a rematch guarentee." "It's a bit hypocritical, isn't it Leaky?" His sunglasses came off, giving the camera better view into his baby blue eyes. "Walking out onto live television, and saying such statements. Not only did you challenge for a shot at the Ultimate Tag Team Championships, but you also had to fight to get that shot, and then you had to frantically find another partner. Then, after all your hard work, you go on national television, and basically say that nobody wants the tag titles. Well, I did see everybody in that Lethal Lottery tournament clawing their way up. Then there's you and the maze you took in order to get to this point. Then of course, there's the two powerhouse teams I've already mentioned, both of which can put you in the ground. I'll go further and name Gypsy's stable members, who I'm sure would love a friendly title shot. Yet, apparently, nobody wants them. I've always known you as a hypocrite Leakster, but really now, there must come a point when you realize what you're saying is downright stupid?" "Oh really, finding a partner was never an issue, was it?" He sat back in his lawnchair, and laughed. He slipped his hand back into his pocket, and pulled out his phone. He flipped open the screen, and after pushing a few buttons, faced it towards the camera. Leaky laughs: I was turn down by Misery, Karime and Rayne Underwood…picked a fight with two others being Cannon and Sparrow�?/FONT> Chilly: You asked Misery to be your tag partner? Leaky Format: Yeah, and? The clip stopped, as he flipped his phone shut and slid it back into his pocket, smiling all the while. "Finding a partner was never an issue? Then why did you ask so many people to team with in, even before Chilly was your partner? Yeah, you even came to me, asked me to leave Gypsy and be your partner. Ha, that was a laugh. So you've been caught again, Leaky, lying. Nobody wanted to be your partner, and do you know why? Because being your partner, up against the Ultimate Tag champs, is an automatic loss. No way you'll be able to find your way out of this one. I'm going to take a guess, and say you asked several people before you finally found someone willing to be your tag partner. There's one of two reasons why they would have said yes. One, they wanted a shot at the tag titles, and have just as much ego as you do, believing that they just might be able to win the titles by themselves. After all, you'll be no help. Then there's always option two, which is than more likely option. My guess is that you asked someone, and brought up the fact that nobody wanted to be your partner. Then, this person agreed, but only because they felt sorry for you. You had already said nobody wanted to be your partner, and that was just the contendership match. I could imagine, that after Chilly got taken out by Dante, you were probably desperate. I don't even want to think about the deeds you had to perform in order to get your partner." He makes a disgusted face, and almost gags as the imagine of Leaky Format on all fours runs through his head. If he really did manage to get a tag partner that was worth a damn, it would be no surprise if he really did have to perform such deeds. Think about it. When has anyone liked Leaky Format? So he has no friends. When did anyone believe Leaky was actually worth something, let alone able to defeat either Misery of Gypsy? So he pretty much belongs on the lower card of GWE. He has no friends, sucks at wrestling, so how else would he have gotten his partner. Unless his partner is the hooker. "You're right Leaky, you have always been about timing, I'll give you that much. Because didn't it take you four years to get your hands on the most prestigious title of them all? Isn't it true that you couldn't even do it by yourself? So yeah, timing is everything, so in four years or so, you can have these titles, because quite frankly, they probably won't matter in another four. I also see that you like time so much, that you even went back to last week, in order to get ammunition for your promo. Wow, that's clever, use something I said a week ago against me. Then pretend like it's some sort of interview? You crack me up Leaky. What kind of person uses material from a week ago, and pretends like it's some sort of question. 'You already asked me that question...'. Though I see why you would need to bring up something that was said a week ago. It's simple, you have nothing on me. Which is why you didn't feel the need to mention Gypsy as much as me. She didn't see the point in mentioning you, whereas I did, but only to insult the Drakmen's. Yeah, comparing people to you is a big insult nowadays, and no, that's not a compliment to you." He hoped up from the beach chair, and began walking towards the shoreline. It was probably a lot cooler than where he had been sitting in the sun. "My favorite part about our matches, Leaky, is that you continue to make yourself look like a fool. Everytime we have an upcoming match together, you relentlessly spill stupid comments out of your mouth. One being that I went backstage and bragged about being a Grandslam Winner. Sorry Leakster, but we both know that's a load of garbage. I turned in my new contract for Roxy to sign, and there's that spot where you're forced to write your accomplishments. I did just that. It's not my fault you went snooping around. Then you personally came up to me, and tried to tell me that I wasn't a Grandslam winner until I won an MOD Championship. Imagine my surprise when I hear this, because the only person who I told about being a Grandslam winner, was Roxy. So I put Leaky in his place, and told him what the Grandslam consisted of. So tell me Leaky, how is you snooping through my contract, complaining about it, and then me putting you in your place - bragging? I don't see it. Now you're trying to act tough by attempting to combine your accomplishments with someone else? Sorry, but that still makes your tag partner something, and you nothing. If you combined Valek's accomplishments with Akmed, he'd look like the shit as well. If you ask me, you're putting to much into this tag team match, Leaky. You might have a great partner, but all the same, a team is only as strong as it's weakest point. I'd say your team's pretty weak." Hadn't that always been the saying? And hadn't it always been true? Whoever was the weakest of the two, tended to be pinned. With the Lethal Lottery finals, many believed Drew Stevenson didn't care about the match, because he already had a number one contenders spot. He was pinned. Jay Styles was way weaker than Rosie Razorblade. He was pinned. The list goes on, and I'm sure you get the picture. "You know, I hear all this crap about how we haven't defended the tag titles yet, but for what? We were the ones that said we'd defend them against whoever. We were the ones who made the damn tag match for the number one contendership, so we'd have some challengers. I do believe we even let Leaky pick the date as to when he wanted to cash that in. So all this shit about not wanting to defend them, we don't care about the titles, we're fake champions, is a load of crap." You really want a fake champion? Try Leaky Format's Heavyweight title reign. Try Leaky Format's first BUDvision title reign. Even try his Franchise title reign. Misery and Gypsy on the other hand said they'd take on all comers, and nobody came running. They set up a contenders match, and the person who won changed the title defense. Not their fault their challengers are a bunch of chumps. "I like how he brings up certain events in history, in order to 'prove a point' when all he is doing is making himself seem even more incompetant. When I took my mask off, it was at Beyond Redemption, and believe it or not, Gypsy didn't even have a match at Beyond Redemption. So how could she be agonizing in defeat, when she didn't even have a match that night? Doesn't make much sense now, does it? Infact, Gypsy wasn't even in the same state." As he walks along the shore, now barefoot, his expression remains a confused one. Then again, Leaky tended to have that effect on him. Hell, not just him, but pretty much anyone who had been in a match with Leaky knew the feeling of confusion. "However, she had a smile upon her face when I pinned Drew, because she knew how hard I had been working in order to get to the top. Gypsy and I share a bond that you and whoever you chose, could never understand. You say tag team champions aren't supposed to fall in love, yet didn't Novacaine and Emerald dominate the tag team division not that long ago? Didn't Genna and John Wilson defeat Mark Smalley and Dominic Demetri for the titles? The only difference between those two couples, and us, is that we know how to operate. Throughout the Lethal Lottery tournament, unity was our strong suit and it still is. Just because we hold onto individual titles as well as tag titles, doesn't mean you won't be able to function as a single unit. We've done it before, against several teams that were paired up in this competition, and we'll do it again against whoever you choose. You said that you can't have single titles as well as the Heavyweight title, and I ask why? Is it because you thought it wasn't possible, because we're taking all the titles you wish you had, or simply because you know you'll never be able to get them off of us? As your partner, you chose someone you know won't have your back, and you're okay with that. Yet, isn't that about what a tag team should be? Being able to work together, have each other's back. If you work individually, you'll never be able to get us down for even a two count. You chose someone at random, chose someone you didn't know on a personal level, and you'll be sorry for that mistake in the end." The waves came riding up to him, the current carrying them all the way up to where he was walking. The water was soothing. "I've had to go up against you more times than I can count, Leaky, so you should know me better than a lot of people here, but you still don't. On top of that, you're just like everybody else, claiming that Misery and Zarek Lyle are two seperate people, with two seperate talents. Was Cactus Jack different from Dude Love in any way? Well, in gimmick, yes, but skill? No. They're one in the same, so to say that Misery is better than Zarek is just insane. Although, if you did want to play that game, you're still shit out of luck. As Misery, I hold the tag titles, as Misery, I'm on the card against you, so wouldn't you be screwed, if Misery really was better than Zarek? I would think so. Fold under pressure, eh? Yet I've gotten done more in this buisness than you have in five years. If anyone folds under pressure, it's you, unless you just naturally suck that bad. I haven't done acted on pressure in quite awhile. If you hadn't noticed, I'm into giving things my all now. It's how I got this belt, and it's how I made it through the entire MOD tournament, until the finals. Even against Sparrow, I gave it my all, and I'm man enough to say he got the best of me. You're right. As Zarek Lyle, I promised I would get my hands on the Heavyweight title, and I fucking did, didn't I? I changed my gimmick, doned a mask, but as you said, I'm still Zarek in the end, and I still made well on my promise. So shut your fucking mouth, and stop contridicting yourself. If I'm the weakest link on this team, then so be it. If I'm to be pinned, for us to lose the titles, then it will happen, but not against you. By the way, since you allowed us to know our weakest link, and who will be pinned, we'll do you the same favor. It's you." "I see why you're focusing on me instead of Gypsy, and it's not just because I'm the Heavyweight Champion. It's because you're afraid." The statement was surprising, and he said it with such power, that it probably caused Leaky to shit himself. He stopped now, as the camera zoomed in on him more. He was no longer moving, just talking to Leaky directly. Almost as if Leaky was the camera. "I see the fear in your eyes. You figure you've been in the ring with me so many times, that you might be able to take me this time. It's what you always think, and it's what always gives you the courage to talk shit. Gypsy is a different story. Not only is she powerful, a woman, but you've also never been in the ring with her. Don't worry though, I'm sure she'll love the fact that you're not focusing on me. She loves when people underestimate her, because in the end, you'll always find your face in the mat..." His expression was one hundred percent serious now, and you could see his competitive side coming out. Whatever it was, Leaky always brought it out in him. Which I suppose is bad, considering Leaky always got his ass kicked. "and I assure you, whether it be by myself, or Gypsy, you will find your face in the mat." With a perfect closing line like that, the camera was forced to fade. But not entirely. As it was about to cut out of the scene, his cell phone began to ring again. He took his phone, which had actually been used several times in his promo, and looked at the caller ID. Quickly, the camera went behind him, in order to view who it was that was calling. The name read, 'Gypsy' who was instructed to call back if Leaky had mentioned anything interesting. Well, it wasn't him who said something interesting anyway. "Hun, I found out who his partner is..." Break.