How I would have booked/will book Mysterio/Batista

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I am a huge fan of this Batista heel turn. But I'm not quite sure I like the way it was done, so I just want to see if I can't book it better.

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November 6th edition of Smackdown! In this storyline, Hardy/Batista was never booked.

“Let it roll let it roll, I’m unstoppable. Let it roll, let it rolllllllllllll...”

Our scene opens up to the Smackdown arena, as the fireworks and pyro shoot onto the stage and explode like a million grenades cascading down from the ceiling. The fans cheer like crazy as they sincerely believe that the wrestling world, at least for tonight, revolves around them.

The shot pans down to ringside where Matt Striker and Todd Grisham sit ready to call the action.

Todd Grisham: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the A-Show Friday Night Smackdown! What a night we have in store for you! Now let me throw it over to my broadcast colleage and staunch O’Reilly lover Mr. Matt Striker.

Matt Striker: I wouldn’t say I love him to any kind of-

Todd Grisham: Hold that thought Strike-man! I’ve just gotten word that Rey Mysterio has just arrived to the building, and he’s headed to the ring!

Our shot transitions backstage. We see Mysterio walking down the hall with his mask strapped tightly over his face. The fans cheer wildly for the supposed “Ultimate Underdog” and fan favorite. His eyes are lazy and drawn down to the floor, the energy drained from his body. His eyes are slightly red. He turns toward the gorilla position, strewn with black cloth and stairs to the stage. It is here that Mysterio stops and looks in front of him contemplatively. You can see his shoulders rise and fall with the more rapid pace of his lungs. Taking a step forward, he pulls apart the velcro strap from his mask and heads toward the ring. Our shot pans in closer on him.

Mysterio is cut off, his voice caught in its own shriek. A hand has come into frame and taken Mysterio by the throat, and to the closest wall Mysterio is shoved, gasping for air, eyes wide with fear and hopelessness.

Todd Grisham: Holy crap!

Batista leans in close to Mysterio. He looks him the eyes, and then he smiles, but that smile is quickly replaced with an insane glare of anger. Batista’s jaw swells as his teeth grind, his eyebrows curled over.

“Look at you, Mysterio, you really think these people give a damn what you say? You think they ever have? You think that they respect you knowing you can’t damn well talk to them without hiding behind some kind of artificial identity that is your mask?”

Batista pauses a moment, his grip ceasing to release any pressure. Mysterio grasps for each morsel of air that he can find to keep him alive. Batista leans in closer, his voice raspy and dry like the devil’s intentions. The crowd meanwhile boos and jeers.

“You’re pathetic,” Batista said, his skin growing red, “YOU HEAR ME MYSTERIO, YOU’RE PATHETIC! ... You’re a piece of trash that meanders about this company, with nothing to show for it except for a lucky break that I wasn’t around to clean you up! You think you can stab ME in the back, Mysterio?! What makes you think that I won’t snap you in half before you even think what your next move is going to be?”

Grisham: Somebody’s gotta stop this!

“I can’t believe that I thought of you as my friend, Mysterio. After all, I am an animal, am I not? I hunt alone. I eat alone. I thrive alone. And you, Mysterio, you just don’t fit here anymore. I don’t know how time and time again, these people, these “wrestlers,” have failed to put you in a closed casket... But I promise you Mysterio, your fate won’t miss this time. I’ve got you in the palm of my hand, and I’m ready to close it, and squeeze, and squeeze, and squeeze, until you are a mere puddle of human innards and debris.”

Batista releases Mysterio, who falls down to the ground and violently gasps for air, curling into the prone position. Batista surveys the damage he has caused, leaning over and looking down at Mysterio, and saying,

“I will make you suffer at Survivor Series, Rey! I will destroy you!”

Batista wipes the saliva off the corner of his lip. Enraged, he stands, and surveys what struggles there beneath him. Finished, he turns and walks away.

Our shot transitions back to Grisham and Striker who sit with shocked looks on their faces.

Grisham: What the hell has gotten into Batista? It seems like two weeks ago he was Mysterio’s best friend in the world, and now he wants to kill him?!

Striker: I do not want to enter the mind of Batista. He is a cruel, menacing individual. But I hope that-

Grisham: Hang on to that thought Striker, we’ve got to go to a commercial! But ladies and gentlemen stay glued here to Friday Night Smackdown! Because later tonight it will be Rey Mysterio Vs. Mike Knox in what you could call a tune-up match for Survivor Series!

Striker: It-

Grisham: WE’LL BE RIGHT BACK!!!

*Commercial Break*

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*Fast-forward to Knox/Mysterio*

Grisham: Ladies and gentlemen welcome back to Friday Night Smackdown! It’s been quite the evening so far, and if you’ve just tuned in it’s Knox Vs. Mysterio in a match where once again Mysterio is losing. But I have a sneaking suspicion that perhaps, just perhaps, Mysterio will get a whole lot of energy and then set up Knox for a 619 somehow!!!

Striker: Really? You think that? You’re really dumb. Why would that happen... in a... world...?

Grisham: Lackluster commentary Striker, very lackluster.

Meanwhile Knox has control of Mysterio in the ring. He grabs him by the neck and tosses him across to the other side. Mysterio slams down against the canvas and his body contorts and a shockwave of spasms rattles Mysterio’s body.

Grisham: Mysterio getting destroyed here in the middle part of this match! It goes without saying that Mysterio has to be distracted here! His once best friend has turned on him the past couple weeks and has not backed down in saying that killing Mysterio is of interest to him! Talk about a worst nightmare.

Mike Knox looks around the arena, seemingly surprised of the control he’s taken over Mysterio. He picks Mysterio up by the head once again, Mysterio tries to fight back, sending punches into Knox’s mid-section. Mysterio is then able to turn and bounce off the ropes but on the rebound is destroyed by a massive clothesline by Knox. Amped up, Knox grabs Mysterio and pulls him up, he then does a go behind and picks Mysterio up into a torture rack position. He walks around the ring, showing off his dominance, angrily stomping, until he stops in the middle of the ring and lets Mysterio fall off the back of his shoulder, face down into a sit-down, face-first modified fireman’s carry slam.

Grisham: Wow! Mysterio has got to be out!

Striker: What a discombobulating-

Grisham: Shut up Striker, everyone hates you.

Knox quickly pulls Mysterio into the center of the ring and covers him, pulling the legs back. 1... 2... and with one snapping jolt Mysterio is somehow able to kick out right before 3.

Grisham: Almost too close to call but the ref says he got the shoulder up! Excellent resilience by Mysterio!

Knox glares down the referee who keeps his distance. Knox pulls Mysterio up to his feet and then irish whips him to the ropes, and on the rebound Knox gives him a boot. Mysterio whips around and crashes down to the mat.

Knox looks at his downed opponent, a sadistic smile brewing on his face, and he pulls him back toward the center of the ring and pulls the leg up, going for the pin. But on the two count Mysterio is able to throw up the shoulder again. At almost the exact same moment, a familiar sound comes over the P.A. system.



Batista comes out onto the stage, wearing plain black wrestling tights with a red “Batista” design written on the back. Knox looks up the ramp in disbelief, watching as Batista stalks toward the ring. Batista’s eyes are burning with anger, so hard that ash seems to be pouring out of them. Batista walks down toward the ring, with jeers and boos cascading down upon him. Batista stops just before the ring, and he surveys the arena. And with one animalistic scream he slides into the ring. His now-awesome music fades away.

Grisham: Well Batista coming out with new music, his old theme. And now he stands in the ring, and Mysterio looks to be in a bad way, Matt.

Striker: I-

Grisham: You suck as an announcer.

Batista stands and looks down at the recovering Mysterio, who tries to pull himself up by the ropes. Mysterio just then realizes that Batista is standing there, watching him, seething over him, and seizing the opportunity Knox comes and stands beside Batista, intent on making Mysterio a destroyed carcass of the high-flyer that he once was.

Grisham: This doesn’t look good for Mysterio. God, get the hell out of there! Run! Someone help!!

Batista lurches in toward Mysterio and grabs him by the head. He grabs hold tightly, and pulls him in toward the center of the ring, setting him up to be powerbombed.

Grisham: No! Batista is about to powerbomb Mysterio! No!! Noooo!!!

Knox meanwhile is rooting Batista on, jabbing his finger down at Mysterio and screaming “Yeah, do it, kill him!”

Batista locks his arms under Mysterio’s stomach.

And then he drops Mysterio to the side, and with a quick lunge he clotheslines Knox as hard as he’s ever clotheslined anyone. Knox tumbles down to the canvas. And Batista stands, seething in anger. Knox, who was just recently screaming in approval, is now down on the canvas in a world of hurt.

Grisham: What the hell?! Batista just clotheslined Knox! What’s going on here?

Batista stands over Knox, spitting violently with every breath. All of this happens unbeknownst to Mysterio, who lies in a daze in the corner of the ring. Batista storms over to Knox and picks him up to his feet, he then pulls him to the center of the ring and sets him up for a Batista Bomb.

Grisham: A Batista Bomb to Knox now?! What’s going on!

Batista lifts Knox up into the air, and Knox grabs at the air as if to keep him from falling, but nothing helps him. Knox is powered down to the canvas, and the ring shakes with impact as Knox’s head bounces against the canvas and he falls unconscious.

Grisham: What strength by Batista! But what confusion he has bestowed upon us! What the hell is going on in the mind of Batista?!

Batista stands over Knox’s decomposed stature. Batista’s music blares over the P.A. once more, and Batista turns away from what he caused, only to stop again and stare at the limp Mysterio. But Batista merely grinds his teeth and drops out of the ring. And he turns toward the entrance ramp and walks out, the jeering of fans causing him to glance but not phasing him whatsoever.

Batista reaches the stage, and he stops. His head bowed, and he turns to look at the sea of fans and the destruction left in the ring, and he raises his arms and screams triumphantly, as our scene fades to black.

More to come. Watch for more.

[Zeburas]

That was awesome, nice job!!!

[Mostly_WWE_Negative]

On the next Smackdown...

Grisham: Ladies and gentlemen welcome back to Friday Night Smackdown. I’m sitting here with good ol’ JR Jim Ross, who replaces Matt Striker.

JR: Good to be back, Todd.

Grisham: You don’t know how good it is to see you. Striker is the worst person I’ve ever had to work with.

JR: I blog that he has potential.

Grisham: You don’t have to lie for him, JR. We all know he’s an abortion of a performance when he does anything here.

JR: You’re probably right. I just don’t say things unless they make WWE look good or else Mr. McMahon will make me eat a bucket of barbecued doggy poo.

“Booyakah Booyakah...”

The crowd stands as the lights illuminate the stage. The roar of the crowd sends chills up his back as the heavy guitar lines and spanish lyrics of Mysterio’s music come into audibility. He walks out onto the stage, but doesn’t go to point to the crowd and set off pyro this time. He just walks down to the ring. He does not forget, however, to butt a few heads with some kids on the way down. If he had it his way he’d do that to every kid in the freaking arena.

After greeting some of the young’ns, Mysterio walks toward the ring and slides in. He hops up onto one of the turnbuckles and does his signature kiss and appeal move. He then comes back down to the canvas and asks for a microphone, subsequently returning back to the center of the ring.

“Cut my music,” Mysterio says. The music fades quickly and the fans are left to cheer and titter as Mysterio stands there in the ring. He begins to pace back and forth, rubbing his hand over the arch of his cranium. He then looks into the crowd and speaks.

“Last week I thought it was over. I thought Batista was going to rip me in half. I was really starting to believe he didn’t care. He came out, he picked me up, and he locked me in for the powerbomb. I don’t remember too many feelings of hopelessness like that.” Mysterio says, his eyes drawn to the white canvas below him. He looks into the crowd with concern. “I mean you all saw what happened, right? Batista took down Mike Knox, he saved me from the beating of my life, if there could be a greater one than what Batista gave me at Bragging Rights. And I don’t know why he did that. I couldn’t tell if it was sincere or if it was just a spontaneous urge of Batista to want to hurt someone else. But I hope it was sincere, because I still got all the love in my heart for my brother. I don’t know if this insane streak is out of him yet, but I don’t want to wait until Survivor Series to find out.”

So Mysterio turns to the stage, and he points and says firmly, “Batista, I don’t know what is going through your mind right now, but I know you can hear me. And I know you remember what you did last week. I know that deep down inside you, Batista, you still have love for your brother. You might want to hurt me sometimes, but I know there’s that little part of you that wants to protect me.”



Batista explodes out of the curtain onto the stage, and he looks down the ramp at Mysterio. The crowd showers boo’s down upon Batista, but some are unsure of what to think of him so they either remain silent or cheer. Batista pays no attention to the fans beside him, keeping his eyes locked on Mysterio the whole time. He walks over to the steel steps as the bulbs burst all around him, and he shuttles up and into the ring. He walks past Mysterio and grabs a mic from ringside, returning to the center and looking down at the begging eyes of Rey Mysterio. Batista’s music cuts out and a pause comes between the both of them, leaving only the sound of the anticipative crowd.

Batista then looks into the crowd, and back at Mysterio, “Mysterio, you got one thing right. Last week, I didn’t want Knox to hurt you the way he was about to. He was going to kill you, and I wasn’t about to let that happen.”

Mysterio turns his back on Mysterio and looks into the crowd. His hair is showing now as the baldness that was there before has become a short cut of sorts. He looks down, his black muscle shirt shining in the arena lights. “I knew you were distracted. You knew I was sitting there backstage, Rey, watching you, making note of everything you did.”

“It was very distracting, man!” Rey screamed, approaching Batista from behind. Mysterio grabs Batista’s shoulder and whips him around. Batista’s eyes grew a little larger and his nostrils flared. “Look at me. I never quit in a match but for some reason last week my will was gone. Where I once searched for life to battle back time and time again, there was none to be found. It was odd, Dave, too odd. But I am so grateful that you were there, like you were always there for me man. Thank you.”

Batista’s teeth were showing like a dog about to bite. His smile was vicious.

“You really think that I care about you?” Batista says, his lip widening with a smile, the mic held firmly under his chin. Rey’s body deflated as Batista moved closer toward Rey. “The only reason I came there was because I saw that Knox was about to destroy you. And the only person with the right to destroy you, Mysterio...”

Batista steps in closer and leans in toward Mysterio’s face.

“Is me.”

Grisham: Oh crap.

JR: My god...

Batista starts to walk in toward Mysterio, who keeps backing up slowly into a corner, trying to keep his ground.

“Come on Batista, what’s wrong with you? It’s like your memory has been completely erased,” Mysterio said, pacing backward, losing ground between himself and the turnbuckle, “Don’t you remember me? Little Rey Rey. We used to hang out, man, share stories on the road, we held the tag team titles together, we were there for each other when Eddie died, man. Come on.”

Rey’s back hit the turnbuckle. He looked back in a panic, nowhere else to run. Batista stopped there, standing over Mysterio, seething, a firey anger melting his own face off. Batista brought the microphone to his mouth again, his breathing coming over the P.A. like a jet engine.

“If Eddie saw what you did to me, Mysterio,” Batista said, “He would join me in what I’m about to do to you.”

Batista’s voice burned into silence. The sound of the crowd dipped. And he dropped the microphone, grabbing Mysterio and pulling him into the center of the ring, and nearly clotheslining his head off as Mysterio flips and smashed onto the canvas before curling into a ball.

JR: OH MY GAWD!!! MYSTERIO’S HEAD JUST GOT TAKEN OFF BY BATISTA!

Grisham: What the hell?! I think Batista has snapped, he’s truly gone to the other side, JR!

JR: Batista is an evil being! I don’t know what has happened to him but I don’t like it one bit, Grisham, not one damn bit at all!

Batista stands to his feet. He walks over toward the ropes and stomps his foot against the ground, and shakes it. The crowd boos with much intensity, and Batista holds his thumbs up beside him. His face red with anger, a demon being unleashed, he points his thumbs down and grabs Mysterio by the head. He thrusts Mysterio into the powerbomb set-up position, Batista’s arms locked tightly under Mysterio’s stomach.

Grisham: Here comes the Batista bomb!

JR: No!! Someone get out here!!!

Batista lifts Mysterio into the air, where a dazed 619 specialist clings for life. Batista walks around the ring showing everyone what is about to happen, and then he stops and thrusts Mysterio down to the canvas with that sit-down powerbomb. Mysterio’s body contorts and then lies motionless.

Grisham: Batista Bomb! Mysterio is out cold! This is terrible.

JR: What the hell is going on?

Batista stands over Mysterio. He looks down upon him in disgust, and decides that he isn’t finished. He leans down over Mysterio and punches him in the head over and over again, and a bit of blood can be seen trickling down through the eye-holes of Mysterio’s mask.

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JR: Come on that’s enough!

Grisham: It was enough after the Eddie comment! By the beard of Zeus this has got to stop!

Batista then pulls Mysterio up again by the mask, and sets him up for another Batista Bomb.

JR: No! Don’t do it! Mysterio is going to die!



The crowd suddenly goes ballistic when they hear Knox’s theme blare over the P.A. system.

JR: Is that Knox?!

Grisham: That’s his music alright!

Batista’s eyes widen further than they already had, with a limp Mysterio in his grasp. He looks toward the stage as Knox protrudes through the curtain. He walks down to the ring as fast as his 300-pound frame can trudge. A distracted Batista throws Mysterio down to the canvas.

Grisham: Here we go, we are about to have a battle of big men here, JR!

JR: This place is going to implode on itself, Todd.

Knox gets into the ring, met by a series of clubs and blows before he can stand. Batista unloads rights and Knox is quickly on the defensive, not even able to yet get up to his feet. But somehow he is able to shove Batista off, sending Batista roaring into the corner. Batista turns around and charges Knox once more, and as he does Knox raises the boot and connects it with Batista’s cranium.

JR: Big boot by Knox, and it has taken Batista off his feet here!

Knox extends his arms into the air and screams as loud as he possibly can. He then looks down at Batista and picks him up by his head, and he thrusts Batista’s head between his legs and sets Batista up for a powerbomb of his own!

Grisham: Knox trying his own version of the Batista Bomb! The Knox Bomb!

Knox tries to lift Batista up, but Batista is able to stay grounded. He then lifts Knox up and over his shoulders and Knox crashes down to the mat below. A fatigued Batista stumbles toward the side of the ring, and a flying chair collides with his head! Batista stumbles a bit in a daze but doesn’t fall. And the man standing there on the apron is Rey Mysterio! He watches as Batista stumbles back toward the center of the ring.

Grisham: Mysterio just hit Batista with that chair! Oh my god!

A recovered Knox meets Batista once again in the center of the ring. He takes Batista and sets him up for a powerbomb again. He lifts the rattled Batista up onto his shoulders, and powers him down with a thunderous, ironic powerbomb that shakes the arena. The crowd goes beserk!

Grisham: Knox Bomb! Knox Bomb! Batista is out cold with a dose of his own medicine, JR!

JR: Batista got what was coming to him!

Batista lies there nearly motionless in the middle of the ring, trying in all his unconsciousness to regain composure. Knox stands over him, as Mysterio enters the ring, holding his back and sternum from the beating Batista had just given him. Knox looks over at Rey, the signature scowl remaining on his face.

JR: Uh-oh...

Knox extends his hand to Mysterio, who looks down at the peace offering, unsure what to make of it. The crowd is still shaking from the events of the past few moments. Mysterio looks at the hand of Knox, and with a firm decision in mind Mysterio shakes Knox’s hand.

Grisham: It looks like we have a mutual pact here between Rey and Knox. Surprising, because Knox isn’t one to have compassion for many.

JR: Looks like you don’t know Knox very well, Todd.

Grisham: I guess not.

Mysterio leaves the ring as Knox’s music plays over the P.A. system. Pain is driven into the expression of Mysterio’s eyes. After a short stare at Batista, Knox leaves the ring as well, following Mysterio closely behind.

Grisham: Not the way I thought this was going to end JR!

JR: Mysterio gets lucky tonight! He thought Batista wanted to be his savior, but I suppose its Knox who really has Mysterio under his wing now!

Grisham: I don't know if I'd go that far, but there definitely is some sort of unspoken chemistry between Mysterio and Knox.

Knox and Mysterio stand at the top of the stage, side-by-side. Batista, figuring out where he is, crawls toward the ropes closest to the stage. Mysterio and Knox look back. Mysterio's face is scribbled with worry and anger sloppily meshed together. In a daze, out shot zooms in close to Batista's face, who screams.

"I'M GOING TO EAT YOU ALIVE REY!! YOU'RE DEAD!! YOU'RE F*CKING DEAD!!!"



Later in the night, Teddy Long announces that next week, there will be a one-on-one match between Batista and Mike Knox, just two days before Survivor Series.

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The following week on Smackdown, just two days before Survivor Series.

Let it roll, let it roll I’m unstoppable. Let it roll let it rollllll….

Our shot opens to the stage which explodes with seemingly millions of fireworks. The arena lights up with pyro and the crowd is amped up as the camera pans about the thousands of fans packed into the arena. Our shot comes into Grisham and JR now who sit ringside.

Grisham: Ladies and gentleman welcome to the A-Show! Friday Night Smackdown! We have quite the show for you tonight, as JeriShow will be taking on Rey Mysterio and The Phenom! The Undertaker in tag team action!

JR: Not only that, but Batista will face Mike Knox in singles competition!

Grisham: But first on the agenda, a match between-

Grisham is not able to finish his statement, as our scene cuts backstage where chaos is underway.

“Get out of my face!” Batista screams as he trudges down the hallway. He screams “Teddy” over and over again, apparently looking for the GM of the show. Security tries to converge around Batista but each time they do he tosses them aside into a wall or punches him in the face sending them crumbling away.

Batista grabs a table topped with chairs and flips it onto its top. He pulls down a ladder and kicks the wall as hard as he can. “Teddy!” He screams.

“Batista!” Says a voice from out of screen. “Quit it Batista, I’m here! What the hell do you want?!”

Teddy stands there defiantly, but when Batista sees him he approaches him and grabs him by his little dark blue blazer and slams him against the wall. Security roams about the situation but in fear keeps their distance.

“What the hell are you thinking putting me in a match against Knox, Teddy?!” Batista roared. “My agenda includes two things right now. Getting paid, and taking out Rey Mysterio. I do not need any god damn distractions, Teddy! So I demand you... I advise you… to take Knox Vs. Batista off the card, or I swear Teddy, you won’t have the GM position anymore. You’ll be just a mere patient at the local hospital!”

“Batista!” Teddy pleaded, “Just calm down, playa, calm down.”

“Give me what I want Teddy! Give me what I want!” Batista screamed, sprinkles of his spit causing Teddy to flinch. “What are your options?!”

Grisham: Batista is out of control.

“Listen, Batista, I can’t take your match off the card, alright? It’s already booked! There’s nothing I can do!”

Batista pulls Teddy and slams him against a ladder just beside them. He screams, “What do you mean you can’t take it off!” Batista said, “I do what I want, when I want, not what you want Teddy! I’m the Animal!”

“Hold on, Batista! Hold on! I got something to tell you!” Teddy begged.

Batista took a deep breath and sighed, “This better be good.”

“Let me go,” Teddy said, coughing, “Let me go and I’ll tell you.”

Batista slapped Teddy across the face and pushed him against the wall hard. “To hell with that!”

“Okay!” Teddy said. “I got a special referee in mind for Survivor Series, if you’re interested. It might allow the match to go more smoothly, if you can feel me.”

“Who?!” Batista demanded, shaking Teddy Long.

“It’s Ric Flair!” Teddy said in desperation.

JR: Ric Flair? The Nature Boy is coming back to referee Mysterio Vs. Batista at Survivor Series?!

Grisham: That's what I'm hearing, JR!!

Batista smiled slightly, obviously calmer. His anger went down, and he laughed maniacally under his breath. And then his smile faded and he let Teddy go, who let out a sigh of relief. “Good,” Batista said, “Good work Teddy.”

Batista then left a lasting glare on Teddy, smirked and walked away. Leaving Teddy there to regain himself. Security moves in on Teddy and asks him if he is okay as we go to break.

To be continued…

[kurtwrestle]

great work.I could imagine this in real life,and it would be great!

[Zeburas]

Kudos dude, that was awesome... It's getting to be very interesting now.

[Mostly_WWE_Negative]

Thanks guys. I've been a bit busy with work and school lately but I intend on finishing this before Survivor Series happens so... stay tuned.