It was time for everybody to witness Round one of Lethal Lottery. Thirty-Two competitors have entered. They were then split into sixteen teams, which were randomly selected and will face each other in eight tag-team matches. The winners of each team will go on to round two. Anybody could be put together, whether they hated each other, were a team from the past, a team at present or even if they wanted to bum the shit out of each other. It was all random and that even made Peter Gilmour exciting for twenty minutes, whilst he pulled the names out of the hat.

Two men were brought together, again. A former tag- team who called themselves ‘The Young Bloods’. They teamed together with some rookies to go face The Kliq. They faced the team of Razor Ramon, HHH, X-Pac and HBK Shawn Michaels. They came up short against the wrestling legends and the team quickly fizzled out before it really got started. The two men have never faced each other and never seemed to have an issue with one another but recently words between the two have instigated. The two men have exchanged words over the recent week and will now reluctantly be forced to work as a unit, if they are to progress to the second round of Lethal Lottery. The two men are Maverick and Scully. Both men want to get through to next round so have decided they need to discuss tactics, strategies and their opponents. They face the team of Dylan George and Ricky Desmond.

Scully is from Miami, Florida and Maverick is from Battle Creek, Michigan, which is quite a distance from each other so they decided to video call through Skype. Scully’s Tab begins to ring as he see’s Mavericks name on the screen, Scully answers as there is an awkward silence as both men stare at each other in disapproval through their screens. Scully clutches his XWF Championship in his hands.

"Hello Scully, the XWF's resident ]

[color=#FF0000]Scully “Maverick… The guy who shits on your things…. “

"[font=Trebuchet MS]"Scully, before you spill out some shitty words again, be sure to think before you speak. Oh, sorry, are you just too stupid to understand the phrase 'think before you speak?"

Scully “Stupid is, is what stupid does!”

"What, have you decided to change your name to Forest Gump?"

Scully “No, I’m Scully dumbass!”

"I can't believe I have to rely on you to get to Round 2. I'm not going to be responsible for my action inside the ring if we fail. And, I'm also not going to be responsible for what will happen after the match!"

Scully “Scary stuff…”

“Oh, it will be. You keep joking and acting like a simpleton, it’s just going to cause you to fall to your demise quicker.”

Scully “Thanks. Anyway, Mav the scav, do you want to play eye spy?”

"Dear fucking God. I must have been horrifyingly cruel to puppies in a previous life to deserve this cruel treatment."

Scully “No, just this life.”

Maverick begins to get frustrated. Scully isn’t taking it seriously. Maverick puts his index finger up to indicate “One minute”. He walks away for a minute or so as Scully just shrugs. Scully puts his title to one side. He gets two action figures out, one of himself and one of Maverick. He begins playing with them as he changes his voice as he acts between the figures.

In Action

Scully “Maverick, we could be the best team ever… Why are you so angry all the time?

"The best team ever?"

Scully “Yeah, we could be better than The Bushwhackers…”

"Really?"

Scully “Me and you…. The greatest…..”

"Better than the Headbangers?"

Scully “Way………. Better”

Scully then brings in two action figures of Justin Sane and Corvus. He begins fighting with the figures as he commentates in the style of Joey Styles.

Joey Styles aka Scully “Maverick and Corvus are fighting on the outside. Scully climbs the turnbuckle and hits Sane with an Elbow Lick Drop… He goes for the cover.. 1…2…3 and…… the new tag-team champions… The Young Bloods…..“

Scully gives both figures titles as they celebrate.

Back to reality

Maverick had been sat there for a while and seen most of it as he watched in disapproval.

"You done messing with children's toys, or shall I give you a few more minutes?"

Scully’s smile becomes a frown as he puts the figures down.

"Scully, I say this honestly. What happened to you? You used to be a decent competitor who showed the potential to go far, but now, all I see is just a husk of that man, just clutching onto a championship meant for ]

Scully just shrugs as he doesn’t have an answer and starts to daydream.

[color=#DAA520][font=Trebuchet MS]"Helloooooo? Scully?"

Maverick begins waving his hand in front of the computer screen. However, Scully answers rather abruptly, causing Maverick to flinch back.

Scully “Hey Marv.. “

"At least show a common decency to get a name right."

Scully “Guess what?”

"What is it?!"

Scully “Egg and snot!”

Scully laughs as Maverick takes a deep breath..

"By fucking God. And I can't believe you said you carried me. Well, this has basically turned into a handicap match."

Scully “You don’t have to worry I’m ready and raring to go....WOOOOOOOOO”

Maverick softly moans before putting his face into his hands, his next words muffled.

"Dear fucking God."

Scully “I got you something…. “

"No, we need to discuss the match! Hey, where are you going?!"

Scully goes off as Maverick is fuming. Scully comes back with two Championship belts. Maverick raises an eyebrow as Scully holds one of them to the screen.



Scully “See that... Now promise me you won't shit on them and We could be the Dumb and Dumber Tag-Team Champions?”

Maverick's eye begins twitching, slowly at first, hardly noticeable, but it's becoming more and more obvious.

"SCULLY WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DISCUSS THE MATCH WITH ME?!"

Scully "Sheesh, fine. I suppose our quest as the Tag Team Champions will have to wait for a bit... and by a bit a mean a few seconds."

"What was that?!"

"That we'll have to wait a bit before launching our campaign as the Tag Team Champions... eheheheheh."

Maverick rolls his eyes before dragging a video up onto the screen that had a couple of clips on it showing Maverick going against one of the competitors in this match, Ricky Desmond.

Quote:The ref signals for the bell and the two come from their corners and begin to circle each other, in true wrestling fashion Maverick raises his hand for a lock up, Ricky cautiously locks up with Mav and the two push for control. Maverick throws Desmond's arms away and grabs him from behind, throwing him with a German suplex but Ricky flips in the air and lands on his feet, he rushes towards Maverick who on the ground and jumps for a knee drop but the perfect one rolls out the way and Desmond drives his knee into the mat, clutching it in pain.

"Now, as you can see from here, Desmond seems to be particularly agile, so I think attacking his legs during the match would work quite well. Also note how he was clutching his-- SCULLY!"

Maverick was going to continue on, but he saw Scully shining the Championship and the Tag Team Championships! Scully makes a big deal about hearing Mav, as he takes his pinkie and begins cleaning his ear, and then making a big, false yawn, and then proceeded to lean back in his chair.

Scully "Sorry. You say somethin', Mav the scav?"

"Oh yeah, pretty much how I just showed you one of Ricky Desmond's strengths and, by extension, one of his weaknesses. Pay attention!"

Scully "Ugh, fine. You're no fun"

"I don't think you've noticed, but this tournament isn't about fun! I am going to win this tournament, get that 24/7 briefcase, and win that Universal Championship, and I'm going to be DAMNED if the weight of supporting both you and me is going to force us to drop out early on! Now, moving on..."

Quote:Maverick runs and tries to grab at Desmond but Ricky rolls back into the ring before Mav can grab him, smart move from the billionaire businessman.

"Now, we can draw from this that Desmond is a very good tactician in a wrestling match, so therefore, I believe that by giving him a few blows to his noggin, we can slow down that brain of his, and therefore give us a good advantage. Now, Scull, did you notice something in there I didn't?"

Scully "Yeah, I think I noticed something"

"Well, let's hear it."

Scully "I noticed that this is complete bullshit. Why do we have to watch your monumental fuck- up against Desmond? I mean, if we want to see you fuck up, we can watch that every show! I mean, it makes for some pretty good entertainment"

Maverick takes his hands and begins gripping his hair, his eye twitching again, along with a noticeable low- pitched growl. But all of a sudden, he begins laughing, drawing the attention of Scully, who perks up. Maverick places his head on the table, and begins banging his fist on the table, making the computer screen shake.

Scully "What's so funny, Mav the scav?"

Maverick raises his head, still laughing, but he pauses long enough to say this:

"You want some entertainment? Hah, boy have I got a treat for you!"

Scully raises his eyebrow as Maverick drags the internet tab containing the clips off the screen. Some typing is heard, and when Maverick pulls the screen back up, a completely new clip is shown. Maverick, still laughing, presses the play button.

Quote:Scully is climbing the ladder while Justin is in hot pursuit. Sane and Scully are having a back- and- forth brawl- fest up there, with neither gaining a clear edge. Finally, Justin Sane throws a sharp elbow to Scully, causing him to stumble. JUSTIN SANE THROWS SCULLY OFF THE SIDE OF THE LADDER!

THE TABLES DIDN'T BREAK! HOLY SHIT! Scully's weight, somehow, someway, didn't break the table! Justin Sane is now being supported on no rungs, being at the top of the ladder... UNTOUCHABLE (Red Arrow)! HOLY SHIT! Justin Sane with an Untouchable, stealing Scully's finishing move! Scully is barely breathing! The ref starts counting! Both men are down!

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9... Justin Sane makes it to his feet!

10! IT'S ALL OVER!

BENJAMIN FIELDLER: And the winner is... JUSTIN SANE!

Maverick continues laughing as Scully looks on with an angry face. Scully's expression had suddenly changed and he grabs the figure of Maverick and Justin Sane. He grabs hold of Justins head and pulls it off, chucking the figure to one side. He then does the same to the Maverick figure.

Scully "You wanna get serious? I'll show you fucking serious!"

Scully begins to bite his own arm as Maverick squints his eyes, looking on. Scully's arm begins to bleed.

"What the fuck, stop that!"

Scully stops as he looks at Maverick with blood on his lips.

"Is your supreme acting up, or are you doing that for a different reason?"

Scully "You wanted to make me angry and now I feel like the Incredible Hulk! At least Sane was a decent opponent, he's actually the Xtreme Champion and one half of the tag champions incase you've been living under a rock"

"I see your still completely , as Sane was handed BOTH titles. But, on the bright side, at least I ignited some sort of flame within you. Now then, lets focus on Dylan George."

Scully "What that he's some sort of a monster? I don't like monsters, they scare me!"

"You do realize monsters are just a load of baloney? Besides, this guy just seems like a dumbass. I mean, dude thought Doctor D'Ville was selling the X-treme Championship, even though he was just selling some stupid replica."

Scully "I know really, jeez, I'm not that stupid"

"I beg to differ. Anyway, Scully, I expect you to step up in some sort of way for this match. No daydreaming and no slacking."

Scully "Hey dad... Guess what?"

"I'm not your fucking dad. And let me guess, egg and snot?"

Scully "Don't be so immature..."

"My fucking God."

Scully begins laughing hysterically as Maverick buries his hair and face into his hands, his next words muffled.

"What is so funny?"

Scully “This......"

Scully begins laughing again and ends the call. He continues to laugh to himself. Meanwhile Maverick just shakes his head, he is annoyed but also relieved that the call ended.