TCK Promo - Infinity #6 - Fortress of Entertainment

Match Six – Main Event

Infinity Purity Championship

Fatal-Four-Way Match

The Copycat Kid vs. Jamo vs. James Jameson vs. Jordan Casanova

Dramatis personæ

The Copycat Kid – Imitative, educated professional-wrestler, and decision-maker within Infinity City, has definitive links to being the Chief Operating Officer of Infinity Wrestling.

The Jameson Kid – TCK’s parody of Mr. Entertainment James Jameson, a favorite persona of the Copycat, with the ability to underplay and marginalize his opponents.

The Jamo Kid – TCK’s parody of Infinity’s Grimm Reaper, and ultimate legend, Jamo.

Wesley Hanks – The host of ‘Wesley Hanks Tonight’, a show with few viewers, but packed with Infinity’s greatest guests, not the brightest bulb in the pack.

Alan Gordon – The comedic sidekick of Wesley Hanks, an overweight individual whose wit is only as quick as his appetite is to surface.

Blair Mitchell – The personal assistant and ring announcer for Joey Harding’s alter ego James Jameson, a woman built for television, very sassy, and a member of the Agency.

The Imitation Girl – An unknown entity within the Infinity City, a possible accomplice to the COO, and definitely has links to being a female.

Mr. Osman – The head of the Battle Zone Network, a former boxer, and a man who has a deep hatred of Murray Muir, and resentment towards TCK following Immortalis. 

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Fortress (noun)

Definition 1

a) A military stronghold, especially a strongly fortified town.

b) A place or source of refuge or support.

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ACT I – Masquerade of the Nightmare

“… don’t forget to catch Martial Law weeknights on a Thursday, only on the Battle Zone Network.”

Returning from their second commercial intermission, by way of the logo that indicates that indeed the ad-break has come to a close… Wesley Hanks and Alan Gordon sit bookending the contents of the camera’s view – cue typical, jazz instrumental, cue audience applause, cue swooping camera, cue close-up on our host…

Wesley Hanks:
“Thank you, thank you, settle down, we are back!”

Alan Gordon:
“We got some new viewers, a record-setting twenty two.”

Wesley Hanks:
“Alan why don’t just shut up again, your boring everyone with your stats and numbers, you even look like a chubby accountant I once knew.”

Alan Gordon:

“Shucks, I’m blushing. All twenty two viewers can now watch my face burn up in glee. Who we got on tonight then Wes?”

Wesley Hanks:

“Wouldn’t believe it, I still can’t. She’s hot too; you’ might want to stay away from this one Alan. We’ve seen here on Infinity Monday’s alongside current Harmony Champion James Jameson…she is the one and only, the fiery… Blair Mitchell…”

… cue the typical jazz instrumental cover of the Infinity Mondays theme song – a KoRn cover is actually used this time… Cue the aforementioned woman, dressed in a Patron Saints of Wresting T-Shirt with the Harmony Championship around her waist – too big for her, but it did leave her chest raised and even bustier – the perfect image of the Agency.  Below said hoodie was the showing of designer jeans and long flowing black hair that was meant to capture viewers in the net of widespread appeal. Ms Mitchell takes the applause with all the imitative-appreciation that you’d expect from a person who was use to this kind of energetic environment. With haste, she goes over the carpeted floor and up the steps to the ever-demanding podium of Wesley Hanks in his castle of false importance… Wesley Hanks greets Blair with the usual hugs and kisses, smiles and tilted heads… They sit almost synchronised…They sit almost as if they were mirrors…

Wesley Hanks

Welcome to the show Laura, thank you for coming on. I promise I’ll keep Alan in check around you.

The camera pans out to Alan who is pretending not to be smitten…hiding his face with his hands…Blair completely ignores him and focuses on Wesley Hanks…the reaction get a moderate reaction from the crowd at best…

Blair Mitchell

No, thank you for accepting the Agency’s invitation. I am glad to be representing them tonight.

Wesley Hanks

So Blair Mitchell, last week we had Laura on the show, Joey Harding’s assistant. Am I to believe that you are James Jameson’s announcer and assistant?

Blair Mitchell

Wow, you’ve really done your research Wesley, you must be so proud. But to answer your question, yes, I am Jameson’s assistant…but that word ‘assistant’ is only half of what I would say I am. ‘Companion’ is a much better word.

Wesley Hanks

Looks like we got some fireworks in the Agency, so are you two an item then. Of course, you might be saving yourself for Alan.

Blair Mitchell

Hardly, I won’t even recognise your sidekick’s existence. Myself and Jameson go everywhere together, we are partners, not lovers you shallow minded…creep.

Wesley Hanks

Hardly the time and place for that, and on my show? You’re lucky you’re so beautiful that I’ll let you stay. But in all seriousness I have a question about Jameson…it come in from a fan. Alan would you read out the tweet they asked the show.

Alan picks up the computer tablet; Blair still refuses to look him in the eye. She plays with the ends of her hair and sits only listening to the fans question…

Alan Gordon

“Hey @WesleyHanksOfficial can you ask Blair how she can walk next to an alter ego, but slates @TheCopycatKid for being ‘lame’ and ‘childish’ #BlairBitchell”

Wesley Hanks

How do you respond to that awful hashtag?

Alan Gordon

Wait; there are tonnes more, all with the #BlairBitchell hashtag. From @SammyKinghanIWF “Two gimmicks who have never stepped in the ring together do so at the next show. They should both be fired. I joke, I’m not part of the BZN. I #BlairBitchell’d it.”

Alan passes over the tablet to Wesley Hanks who reads a few of his own…

Wesley Hanks

From @Booty_Drop…”Dat bitch ass hoe #BlairBitchell talking trash about da hood, I will slap her up if she comes on ma show. #BootyInCharge” We have another from @TheRealGooch, stating “Who is John Charismatic? #BlairBitchell”

After having heard enough Blair takes control of the situation, her ears ringing with the noise of stale humour and opinions from people barely able to put together a sentence…

Blair Mitchell

This is highly unprofessional! People are entitled to their opinions, Jameson has his own identity…the different is that TCK merely steals others personalities.

Wesley Hanks

The Copycat Kid has been on the form of his life, he hasn’t been defeated as of yet in Infinity, he took Adrian to the limit in a draw, he pulled out a stunning victory against Murray Muir, and he beat the undefeated Neal Powers at the last Infinity Mondays. He’s obviously doing something right.

Alan Gordon

I can copy to this.

Blair Mitchell

The Chief of Operations has tried to run the Patron Saints out of town. We are here to put a stop to his insane antics and provide the best television product we can. The Saints are coming Wesley, and they are now one step closer to being exactly what this City needs.

Wesley Hanks

Do you think that the alliance between Casanova and Jameson are enough to take down TCK, or will they become just another footnote on his list to keeping his job in the Infinity Wrestling Federation?

Blair Mitchell

I bought a clip with me; maybe you’d like to hear from the man himself before you make up your mind.

Wesley Hanks

Then let’s roll the clip.

The lights completely dim in the studio as a man standing inside the centre of the Infinity Arena appears as just a small dot in the distance…standing in the middle of the ring…a narrative of the voice of James Jameson appears, from everything he has ever said in Infinity…a montage of words…mixed with the image of James Jameson in the middle of the ring. When it focused on the man in the ring it was indeed James Jameson, or was it? The voice was different, the shape of the face slightly off, but the attire and appearance of James Jameson completely perfect. Wesley Hanks and Alan Gordon watched the clip without knowing the difference between the real James Jameson, and the illusive parody forever known as The Jameson Kid…the form TCK used as a method of stripping down an opponent to their very basics…

The Jameson Kid

Swearing is bad you know… it makes for bad television…classless speech used by mind-numbing people who lack the vocabulary to function in a normal conversation. Eggs are also bad too… far too much protein, unless you plan on putting on weight…then they are good. You know… everyone heard the saints had arrived… and they watched us take down that not so entertaining duo Over Rated… and ironically… they were over rated. Me and Casanova are the top brand… Dolce & Gabbana… to their knockoff pig urine… we are Walkers to their Walmart best buy knock off value snacks… anything we can be compared to with any other team is just unacceptable…we are always one step above anyone and anything. No matter what we are up against… we always look better. We have been given the opportunity to stand tall against The Copycat Kid… supposed legend… but I remember him… he stood down from his role after he couldn’t hack it… he begged Robert Stevens to take over where he had failed… and yet, we are asked why we don’t trust him. History exists for a reason… to be remembered… and all I remember is how TCK abandoned the world and cursed us with Aaron Destiny… I said last week that Over Rated were bad creative… and I still stand by that… but at the top of the pile we have the so called genius of Infinity in the opposite corner, the Imitation Hero… he, and he alone, is the mastermind of bad creative… and the saints refuse to stand for that… we won’t let history repeat itself. So yeah… me and Casanova are going to be the ones who make sure that this knock off product will be left on the shelf of inferiority by the end of the next Infinity Mondays… just as he wants to be seen… an imitation… and not the real thing. He is, or never will be as classy as we are… and throughout all the tests he put us through he sees us as what we truly are… harmony… and he hates us for it…because that is all we are… harmony. Like any good product I am only good for one thing… but The Copycat Kid is good enough to be all of them… if my product is harmony… and his is purity… what are we? Mr Media is harmony… and I will struggle finding my footing against harmony… after all… history is to be remembered… I remember the first week… Matt Rydell, he had already written it. Patron Saints don’t belong where the word ‘purity’ comes into effect… two men who stand for entertainment, who stand as burning lights in this City we loathe… should never hold the mantle of purity… perhaps that is why we failed the first time… and why history will repeat itself… I am your life… I am television… I am only… harmony.

Xoxo

The cameras return…and Blair Mitchell is nowhere to be seen. Alan Gordon and Wesley Hanks look confused at their guest’s sudden departure. The segment runs out of time and runs into an impromptu commercial…

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Entertainment (noun)

Definition

a) The act or art of entertaining or state of being entertained

b) An act, production, etc., that entertains; diversion; amusement

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ACT II – The Mitchell Girl

Leaving the set of the Wesley Hanks Tonight show was going as planned, there was a car parked around back waiting to pick up Blair Mitchell. With Blair Holmes on the run from the Infinity P.D. it was anyone’s guess as to the type of suspected ambusher could be out lurking in the streets of the Infinity City. Blair had her bag, and her senses about her. But, she was acting a bit out of character. She was making sure nobody watched her leave through the dressing room area, bringing little to no attention about herself as she kept her head down walking pass several make up and dressing room attendants. It was busy so her quick exit went off without fail. Taking a precautious look around the final corridor Blair went through a fire escape expecting a car to be their waiting for her. She cursed under her breath, the car hadn’t arrived.

Something else had though.

In the split second her guard dropped she was attacked by an identical lookalike, a perfect reflection of her. She was thrust against the wall as he head bounced off it, Blair turned to face…well, and there is no other way of saying it except…Blair Mitchell.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” The attacking Blair got a good look at the defenders face as she turned around after hitting the wall.

“I didn’t think you’d get out of that lock, I’m impressed Blair. I only took you for a pretty smile and loud voice.” The other Blair said, and by her tone, not the real one. The real one was the attacker, the one with enough reason to be so aggressive.

“I heard and saw it all, you’ve ruined me…look at what you’ve done!” The real Blair Mitchell was venting enough rage to see smoke extrude her body.

The real Blair Mitchell had every right to attack and scream at the imposter, she felt violated and confused looking at the mock up standing before her. So perfectly detailed to look like her in every way, chest size, lip type, the slight bend to the right of her nose, a freckle underneath her right eye. All the anger inside of her made her viscously angry, she lunged at the imposter and went about taking her out for good.

The two Blair Mitchells fought and tussled, pulling at each other’s hair and slashing with their claw like hands, viscous and sharp to the point. The Blair who aggressed slapped the paranoid one and caught her with her long razor sharp nails, oddly though no blood was drawn, nothing at all. A soft pink-flesh tear only remained, saying that Blair didn’t think it looked natural. She tackled the bleed-less Blair Mitchell to the floor and yanks at her hair, pulling out several layers of extensions and a sown in wig implant. Underneath was the short and strained signs of tattered white hair. The real Blair Mitchell had found her Copycat.

“Wait, wait…I recognise you!” The real Blair Mitchell commented on the truth of the person who had locked her up and taken her very identity. “Everyone thought you had joined him after Stevens’ death. What are you doing in this City?”

None of this made sense to Blair Mitchell, this wasn’t The Copycat Kid, as the unknown female peeled away more skin it was ever more obvious who this was. A woman who once existed in their realm, now back from whatever rock she had called home for the past few years.

“I was invited. War is coming, Blair. Leadership of the coming struggle will fall to one man; I was part of the plan to ensure that it remained just the way it is.” The imitation Blair spoke, now in a completely different tone of voice, much more natural to whom she really was.

“Who invited you? Was it Destiny, where is he now?!” Blair screamed to know, the warning that the Patron Saints were coming may have been a prelude to greater things.

“Nowhere this City can find him. But he has been here, watching, catching up on old faces. He weaves between the worlds fingers, untouchable. My invitation was courtesy of the imitation hero, and your Patron Saints are coming becoming quite the headache to him.” The fake Blair revealed startling truths, and of her allegiance to TCK. The man of Infinite possibilities has delivered a critical blow to the media campaign of the Patron Saints, and he had a new weapon to use in his ever expanding arsenal.

“Of all the times to return, you choose now. When I return to the Agency they’ll be coming after you, and the damned Copycat. Soon enough my peers will all see the face, and know the name of…” Blair said backing further away from The Imitation Girl.

“Uh-uh…don’t say the name, never say my name.  I am the unturning, the impervious one, I am the constant factor. Undefeated, unrivalled, and now where I belong. The Agency’s version of the Saints will crumble as the last one did; it is in your interests to lose to TCK, without him in the company the Battle Zone Network will target all members of the roster who feel independent of their influence, the men who hate the Infinity City and feel the need to rebel against it. Jameson and Casanova are at the top of that very list, if you don’t believe me why don’t you go and ask Lana Parker or Mr Osman. They don’t care about ratings, they care about control. You need TCK to win that match, or this war will turn into a bloodbath you will drown in. But here is the catch…the reason why you will leave here and pretend like nothing happened…deep down the Agency knows this. You’ve built something beautiful with the Copycat, and it can only exist if he is in motion with the rest of the machine. Purity has never meant so much to this federation, and your careers, which is why you’ll return to the Agency and forget my name, or that I was ever here. He is not your enemy, Blair. He is the fortress holding this place upright, and the reason why Jameson and Casanova will accept his reign as only necessary.” The Imitation Girl spoke softly, but with dread. She was reaching out to Blair who saw the crazy logic in her words.

A black sedan pulled up next to the two girls, out stepped The Copycat Kid from the back seat, he wore his grey suit and stood beside The Imitation Girl, helping her up from the floor. She looked a mess, scraggy hair, ripped clothes, she received a mauling from Blair Mitchell. The glow of purple from the Copycats eyes still meant he was infatuated with the symbol of Murray Muir. TCK was halfway helping TIG into the car, when Blair had only last thing to say.

“Wait Ari-” She said before TCK closed the door on The Imitation Girl now safely in the sedan and interrupting her. TCK would finish this bizarre exchange with a few words of his own.

“Never…call her by her real name. Pass on my regards to the Saints for me; and smile Blair…they’ll love to know you did one hell of a job in that interview. Tell them I’ll be waiting for them, I’ll be the one holding the shield for this City in my ring. Copy That.”

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Fair (adverb)

Definition

a) Without cheating or trying to achieve unjust advantage

b) To high degree.

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ACT III – A Reapers Command

*The Jamo Kid sits on the legendary bone throne, confiscated from the real Jamo following his loss at Immortalis, his wager for Singularity. With his head down he just sits and talks. That is all he does, he does not need to do anything else. The message of the Grimm Reaper is final and absolute, and without question.*

The Jamo Kid: The original version of this flawless copy once said, “I'm a man who wants to save this wrestling show to make the best for this company to the top.” Am I anything else? People have promised their revenge on me, but what extent have their false promises laid claim to the goldmine of victory. I stand resolute atop the roster, better than every man, a destiny more potent than that of the Gate to Fate. My opponents better be prepared for the fight of their life, they will damn near be killed when they up against my legend.

*TJK mindfully smiles and laughs to himself, confident of the upcoming squash match at Infinity #6.*

The Jamo Kid: Every fan has been right to criticise my actions, but they have not had to deal with the Battle Zone Network. They would rather mould us into tools than fighters, and that grinds me to the very core. It really, really, pisses me off. Jordan and James walk around the locker room thinking they are special, they are…but in one way, more than the definition that spells out ‘something important’. They’ll get punished by the Grimm Reaper, decimated until they have been squashed by the fist much larger than theirs. They share that Harmony Championship like a bunch of homosexuals, both batting for the same team. I’ll dominate them, and then they go cry and cradle each other as their wounds heal, they’ll probably do it together, and in the same bed.

*Alone in the room he dreams of people chanting for the spear. Spear, spear, spear.*

The Jamo Kid: That only leaves the Copycat, and to which I stand facing a brick wall made of mirrors. In the distance I think I see what it me, but it is him, a man with no face. While the queers hide in the dark with no defense except one measly belt, the real Jamo is conflicted with the most bitter of interests. First it to uphold the banner of Purity and allow The Copycat Kid to have his vengeance, where Imitation Devil and Grimm Reaper stand allied atop the roster. Or does he take the other route…complete domination. Choices, choices. All that I know is this, come the next Infinity the Grimm Reaper will still be staring at himself in the mirror. He’ll see strength, resilience, a stronghold unbreakable. Perhaps then Jamo will realise he cannot defeat him, but join him in the light of Purity…as his friend, his ally, behind the defences of the red shield, inside the Fortress.

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Reaper (noun)

Definition

a) A person or machine that harvests a crop.

b) (Myth/Legend/Fable) The grim reaper death

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ACT IV – The Wonderful Land of Oz

Mr Osman and The Copycat Kid had many encounters before, all of which they existed on the same page. But a temporary white flag had been given by both sides of this boiling conflict. Too much tension, too fast. The place of the meet was at the Battle Zone Network’s Headquarters on the corner of Threshold Crossing, a mere block away from the Infinity Arena. One side of a giant oak table was Mr Osman and a lawyer either side of him, opposite him was a normally dressed TCK, albeit he still had the purple contact lenses in imitation of Murray Muir. On the table he placed the Infinity Purity Championship, the very matter of concern of which they had relented and chose to have this emergency meeting.

“May I begin now?” The stern Mr Osman asked, trying to be polite, unlike the COO sitting before him Oz barely had the acting ability to get himself out of lying so blatantly with his face.

“Yes, we will. I see you brought with you some backup from Derrida and Valquist, but heed my warning that some vulture-sharks in their nicely pressed suits will not add half the intimidation you want them to.” TCK replied, moving straight to the point of the lawyers present.

“They are here for no such thing. But would you rather it is them, than the actual Derrida and Valquist? They’re like you; they can wrestle, but without all the glamour of your imitative art. I think that is what we need right now, less showboating, and more clear heads. Personally, I don’t think yours has ever seen a bright day.” Mr Osman was quick to release his true emotions in front of The Copycat Kid, his voice raised, his hands squeezed tightly together into a ball, there were white tension marks on his black hands he was holding them so tightly.

“This has gone on long enough; you should be made an example out of. The trust and confidence we put into you was not repaid with the same respects. Infinite possibilities do not happen from thin air, they are made, and we are their providers. There were times kings would execute subjects for betrayal, how those times were much simpler.” Oz continued.

“I’d be a liar if I didn’t uphold the promise we made to our stars, and viewers.” TCK said, remaining perfectly calm and still in the lion’s den. “We had everything, and then you imposed that ridiculous PG14 rating, I could equally argue that you thought we’d be reckless, and that is why you have come to these ends. Your stubbornness has created an army of men and women who want to break that one rule.”

“Listen to yourself, your deluded. Do you really believe in the definition of infinity?” Oz retaliated, at an ever louder pitch.

“I do. Anyone can become anything.” TCK replied humbled by his task at proving that.

“That is coming from the man who barely knows how to be himself!” Mr Osman took it to a personal level with TCK this time. “Look at you, fake hair, fake eye colour, fake face, fake sincerity, fake everything, fake…fake…fake. Nothing, and I mean nothing, is real to you is it? Just gimmicks and translations of your own twisted universe.”

“Congratulations, you probably did a better shoot on me just then than my upcoming opponents could every dream of speaking.” TCK made a quip about Oz’s choice of words.

“I didn’t choose these men to face you because of their inability to deconstruct you verbally; no…I chose them because I know that they can physically hurt you. Sure, at first this was about having you fired, but if you here to stay I might as well make a show out of it and watch you thrashed about like a fish caught in the jaws of a shark.” Osman showed a much more bitter and evil side to his demeanour.

“Just because you think that by pitting me against Jamo, a man who came to my aid, and the Saints, two men of whom I’ve had plenty the history with doesn’t quite solve your problem. And that problem is you Osman, you want things done your way…but they can’t be done that way because you are closed off to the idea about infinity. You had your dream taken away from you, you were told you could never fight again; it hurt you and burned you deep. Every morning you remember what the world took from you…but not what it gave you.” TCK responded to Osman’s threats, this time with his own personal touch.

“I hate you Copycat,” He said, basically growling in rage. “All you needed to do was admit you were wrong, sign the papers, and become part of my administration. After Monday you’ll be exiled from this City, I’ll even drag you out myself.” Mr Osman rescinded his offer on the cards for TCK, but he already knew that would be his likely response.

“Not to sound ignorant, but what makes you think that I had completely forgotten about the challenge you have presented me? But it seems as if you and your administration have forgotten the crucial parts of history…wherever there is weakness in a character to expose, I’ll be there. Quite honestly, I am honoured that you believe only three men are capable of making sense of me, Oz.” TCK now sounded legitimately happy.

“There it is…that…that ego! You believe so highly of yourself that you can carry this federation on your two shoulders, alone. You want to be everything, and seen by everyone. I am going to watch you break, it will bring me some peace of mind after what you have put us all through.” Mr Osman stated as he stood up, trying to stand over the Infinity COO.

The Copycat Kid rose to his feet to not give Osman the satisfaction of looking down on him. TCK was not afraid of Osman, but as he picked up and placed the Purity Championship around his shoulder it was a bold statement that he wasn’t going to be bullied by a man attempting to display his superiority.

“Ego? If only you knew who I once was, I am who I am because of that word. I became something I was not, and it ruined me, just like when you were made to retire. You became bitter and resentful to the world, and I left behind the identity I had once been accustomed to. I have no choice but to be the man of infinite possibilities, if not who, then what will become of the City I created? No Casanova, no Jameson, and no Jamo can copy the feats I will accomplish as the defender of infinity. And you know what I like best, the reason you are so angry Oz. In your wonderful world I am the chaos you cannot control, and it boils you up because you know in two weeks we’ll be right back to square one. You’ll still be pent up with anger; I’ll still be telling you to accept that I am going nowhere. Copy that.”

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