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Orion the Scar vs. Daemon; SCW Underground Championship
Topic Started: Sep 9 2006, 01:35 PM (137 Views)
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"Dae, run!"

The sound of a gun being fired rapidly awoke me from my sleep, as I burst up from bed, my army tags cold against my seating chest. My hair was wet with sweat as rain pitter pattered against my window. I looked around and the luscious green valley was gone. The group of men coming towards us was gone, and the man I was standing beside was gone as well.

I couldn't go back to sleep. Not after that revalation. Not after watching my best friend get gunned down then living succes from it. But I suppose I better start again from the begining.

It was a damp september morning. September 23rd, I remember it as if it was yesterday. Yes those famous lines were needed. I remember walking to the bustop with my buddy Carl at 5:30 in the morning. It had stormed all night, and with the clouds retreating behind the hills the sun was just peaking on the horizon. Today was going to be the start of something as me and my buddy would be going to Base Borden to recieve our military training.

Yes military training, it was what I needed. Coming out of a self great depression, falling into drugs and crime, I really needed something to tie down my discipline after a couple years of recovery. The army was the place to do it. Carl mentioned it to me first. he said he was going and suggested that if I had enough time between wrestling and military I could go with it. I made arrangements and now I can wrestle 3 times a week and go to military for the rest of it. That was then though.

The bus ride was quiet. No one really talked, it was to early. Even Carl, who was regularly talkative just laid his head against the cold window, trying to wake himself up, but just making him slip farther into dreamland. I was too nervous to sleep. I was just sitting there on the bus. I guess I had an odd look on my face as I was yelled at for being a pussy multiple times by the Sargant on the bus, then he asked me if something was wrong with me in a suddnely kind voice.

I looked at him and shook my head. He then proceeded to yell at me and tell me that no one form the opposition would come over and ask me if I was alright before shooting me. I remembering replying with a snide commentm which got me a smack across the face. Now usually a slap across the face wouldn't stop me, but damn, these guys knew how to slap. My cheeck was still red at the end of the 2 hour bus ride. It hurt twice as much.

They gave us a half hour to settle in our pre-chosen bunker. Me and Carl thankfully got assigned to the same bunker. I laid down on my bed for a half hour, as did Carl. No one in the bunker really talked much, all of us were still tired. It seemed like we were back on our legs in no time as we were marching out in the morning sun and in the damp grass, as it was rather humid for september.

The same sargant that was on the bus walked down the rows of us. He began a long speech which I only remember the begining of it. Mostly because he used me as an example.

He grabbed me roughly with my shoulders, and dragged me infront of the other men. Hr messed with my hair and went on about a dress code in the military. I wasn't really listening because I was tired, but I guess he asked me a question or something because the next thing I knew I was being dragged to the ground by my hair, and I will always remember the last words he said.

Sargant: "And that is what an enemy can do if you have a head full of hair like that."

They laughed at me, but one look from the sargant silenced them. Carl, however continued to laugh. The sargant placed a foot on the side of my face to keep me from getting up, as he called Carl up. Carl had his regualrly hair style, jelled up hair on. He made it look like he had just ran a mile at a highspeed, and his hair was stuck like that. But damn, Carl made it look good.

Sargant: "You think that you can afford to laugh on the battlefield trainee?"

He went stiff as a board. To this day I don't know if he was mokcing him or being serious. All I have to say is you haven't heard anything until you heard Carl reply in his thick austrailian accent.

Carl: " No SARGANT! I realize that if I were on a battlefield, and continued to laugh i would proceed to be shot, and by god I would deserve to be shot!"

The look the sargant gave to Carl was hysterical. The reply was hilarious though.

Sargant: "Listen son, let me do the shoutin here."

Only me and Carl could here, it and I inhaled about 5 ants on the ground from that intake of breath I burst out laughing with. He was laughgin as well, but he was close enough to the sargant to be slapped in the face. Thats 2 for 2. He lifted me back to my feet, and made me face him. He grabbed my head and put our foreheads together. I still rememer the feel of that guys forehead hair on my wet forehead. I was going insane because I had to scratch my forehead so badly.

Sargant: "Listen up son. You do realize you are going to have to have your head shaven for the military?"

I nodded, but then added in.

Daemon: "I also realize your going to have to have this entire encampment hold me to the chair as well as 100 tons worth of bricks, just to keep me still because this hair is not getting cut willingly."

God I wish I hadn't said that.

Sargant: "You heard him men! You three!"

He pointed to three of the guys at the end of the group who looked rather scrawny.

Sargant: "Get as many bricks as you can bring them to the barber building. The rest of you... Have fun."

Carl gave me a devilish grin, and as soon as the sargant left I ahd about 100 guys chasing after me. I bolted. I wasn't the fatest guy however. It was like a game of football where I didn't ahve the ball, and the other team was just built blockers. I leaped over a pile of tied down weights, and that took down the first few guys, but the others just flooded around or voer the pile like a river would ran past or over a rock in the middle of rapids.

I leaped into the nearest barracks, and was half through it, catching my breath. I looked around and realized I was in the barracks with the corporals, and privates. The big guys. The guys who were liek 30 and built like a lumberjack. I realized I should've ran as soon as the I heard the door open. Oh and behold, Carl was right there, grinning as he yelled out:

Carl: "Get that guy! He needs a haircut!"

The soldiers grinned, as I bolted right out the door, with about 50 lumberjacks right on my tail.

I ran out of the barracks, and I looked around for cover. I saw the military camp building ahead of me, and I surged forward, sprinting as fast as I could over to the building. I burst in, and saw the secretary at the desk.

Secretary: "Hello, do you have a child-"

I ran up the stairs to the left of her, as I heard the doors open as I rounded the corner at the top of the stairwell. The building was literally rumbling with the amount of men surging up the footsteps. I ran in a dead-end, and turned around and saw Carl leading the huge force of military barbers after me. God Carl was an asshole. I opened the door beside me that was labelled emergency stairwell. I didn't walk down the steps, I flew over them. I hit the wall hard as I surged out the door and back into the open field.

Daemon: "God I hate the military."

I ran out into the field, trying to find cover. I turned around a few minutes later and the fire escape burst open with people calling out here he is! I saw some of the other soldiers around me look up and grin. I really started to hate it when people grinnned at me in the military now. I quickly looked around as some of the guys around me came at me. I ducked and two of them hit eachoter in the face. I side stepped another guy, and completely flapjacked a fourth guy. The fifth guy was smart and didn't come at me right away.

Well he wasn't that smart since i turned heel and ran when I figured he wasn't coming after me. I had no clue where to go. I looked around for a place to hide, and saw the hangar nearby. I ran to it. I picked up the pace after my feet reached the cement ground of the landing pad. I got in there and saw a few helicopters. I had no clue how to fly a chopper. I turned around and saw the sea of military soldiers coming at me faster.

You may not think its that scary, but when you look at that many people coming after you, and it looks like they're going to kill you, you are going to get scared. You might say no, I am fearless, but seriously anybody who says that should shut the fuck up cause they have never had a sea of men coming at them with an insane look in there eyes. Yeah your probably laughing as well, its not that funny when you are the guy at the other end of the joke now is it?

I looked around and saw an old school military bike there. You gotta think, I obviously wasn't in the right mind, so yeah of course I took the bike! I probably was going to get kicked out of the base the firsy day Iw as there, but man, its my hair! You have no idea how much time I put into my hair, and I am not going to have it cut, unless I want it cut, dammit!

I turned on the bike, and revved it up. I let go of the brake and surged right out of the hangar, forcing a few guys back, some guys fell flat on their ass. It was funny. I looked back and saw Carl among those who had fell on their butt. I let out a laugh as I turned around and my eyes went wide as I ran right over the sign. Well atleast it wasn't important. Well I hope it wasn't important.

I shurg as the next thing I know the ground behind me explodes. I yell out in shock as the ground infront of me explodes. I yell out once more, as I do a donut on the wet grass, and head away from the explosions. I think its safe, but then I find the ground infront of me surging up ina great big fireball, that is literally eating the grass away as I get clsoer to it, and it gets closer to me. I turn and go around it, as I hope thats the end of, but then the ground that is right beside me leaps into the air in another great big fireball.

By this point I am scared shitless, and I do another donut turn and head in the direction I came. I ahd no idea why the groudn was spontainously combusting. Maybe it just didn't like me. After a few seconds of no explosions I think I am clear and I let my guard down. Yeah bad idea. The ground underneth me explodes as I go right over it. My body was safe but the backwheel got caught in it, and I was soon up in the air. I was going higher and higher. I felt almost as lightless as a feather. It was as if gravity had forgotten about me. I felt that if I had started flapping my arms, my proverbial wings, and fly away from this place.

I was then falling. Falling faster then any bird would. Falling waaay faster then any snowflake would. I was probably falling faster then the fastest raindrop you've seen fall. I remember trying in vain to flap my arms, my so called wings, to lift me back into the air. I felt my body hit the ground, I had long ago closed my eyes when I knew I was falling. It felt like the front of my body has just been ripped open by a gernade. I felt the wind leave my body as I gaped for breath, inhaling far more then 5 ants...

I jerked awake, and realized that I had laid back down, and just fallen back asleep going through that memory and it had turned into a dream. I didn't like dreaming about my past. It brought back things that are better left un-said.

Daemon: "How did such good memories become horrid..."

I said that in a quiet whisper, as if there was a large crowd around me, and I did not want to be overheard. I realized even thinking about it put me on the verge of tearing. up, so I quickly put my mind on what I would do today. But that was not what had stopped me from talking. My razor cellphone had begun to ring on my bedside table. I opened it up and saw that it was Kendra calling me. I honestly didn't like talking to Kendra. I didn't like talking to anybody at this point in my life.

The phone rang 5 consecutive times and after it had stopped ringing I gave her a few seconds to leave a message. I picked up the phone, opened it, and went to check my messages.

"Dammit why don't you ever pick up the phone? I know your there, so I know that you will get this message soon. Meet me at the Tim Hortons on the end of Big Bay point road. We need to talk. If you don't come I'll go to your house. We need to talk, Dae."

I put the phone down and contemplated on actually going to Tim Hortons. I realized she would knock down the door if I didn't go and I couldn't afford to get my door knocked down again.

I put on some black pants in lite of the down pour outside, and a white long sleeved shirt. I put on my black windbreaker, and walked out of my small house. No mater what people say, most wrestlers don't get lots of money. The only ones who get payed money are the the guys who have no talent, and make it by on looks alone, yet handle like slugs, and usually injure the more talented guy that puts them over.

My feet sunk into the wet gravel a few inches, and I soon had mud on my nice new converse. I stopped in my tracks and lifted up my show to see the bottom of them. It was mud soaked, and I swore loudly. She better have a good reason to talk to me. I continued to trek through the mud, and I was soon shivering from the cold wind and heavy downpour of rain agasint my wet body. She better have a DAMN good reason to talk to me.

Sooner or later, most likley later, i was outside of Tim Hortson. I saw her at the table by the window, sipping her coffee. I stood there and looked at her for a few minutes. She looked troubled, very troubled. Dispite the fact that I didn't like talking to anybody, I did love this woman. I saw her take out her cellphone and dial a number. I looked down at my pocket, and as if on que, mine started ringing. I pulled it out and opened it, and clicked the "call" button, I could almost feel the dust on it. I hadn't pressed it in a long time.

Daemon: "Hello."

Kendra: "Where are you?"

Daemon: "Close."

Kendra: "How close?"

Daemon: "You could probably look out the window and see me."

I saw her look around and down the street, completely missing me. I let out a chuckle, and I saw her grin a tad.

Kendra: "What?"

Daemon: "You didn't look in the right place."

Kendra: "Really, but--wait how did you know where I looked?"

Daemon: "I'm magic."

I looked down at the ground trying to scrap some of the mud of my converse.

Kendra: "Or your just in the middle of the parking lot."

I grinned as I looked up and saw her smilling at me from the window.

Kendra: "You might want to move."

I gave her a confused look, but I was soon blown away by a deafening honk from a pick-up truck whos way I was in. She laughed and I jumped out of the way and closed my phone as I walked into Tim Hortons. I was warm nearly immdietly, as I walked over to the table and took a seat facing her. She was trying to grin, but still I saw the trouble behind her facade.

Daemon: "So what was it that was so important you needed to talk to me about?"

Her smile vanished completely, as if it was never there.

Kendra: "Well this morning, a guy with firery red hair-"

Daemon: "Did he hurt you?"

My smile had gone as well. I knew who she was talking about. FIrery red hair. The color of hair I will never forget.

Kendra: "No, well atleast not yet..."

Daemon: "Why what did he say?"

I was all buisness now. I was talking to her as if she was a buisness associate. Well in this case I was wrong. She wasn't an associate, she was a possible target.

Kendra: "He asked me if you lived with me, and I said no. He asked me where you lived, I said I didn't know-"

I'm such a hipocrite. I hate people who cut me off when I'm talking, yet I was constantly doing the samething with Kendra.

Daemon: "WHY!?"

She gave me a look of outrage as several people in the shop looked over at us.

Kendra: "Because he looked like he was going to hurt you!"

Daemon: "Better me then you!"

Kendra: "In your world."

I was about to burst out with a retort when the reality of her words hit me like a baseball to the face.

"In my world."

"In my world I am an ex-soldier. I was a hero of many battles. In my world I was a succes. In my world I made it through military training. In my world we both suvived."

I had obviously slipped off, as she nudged me, a comforting look on her face.

Kendra: "Hey you okay?"

I nodded, but now I was seriously worried.

Daemon: "Listen, look out the door before you answer it. Make the people you know phone you twice before you pick-up. This is serious buisness. You could be in mortal danger."

Kendra: "Then why not invovle the police?"

Daemon: "Believe me, the pigs won't help us."

Kendra: "How do you know?"

Daemon: "I just do."

She raised an eyebrow. Fuck, I'm a terrible liar.

Daemon: "Listen, you don't want to know about it."

She was opening her mouth to say something again, but I stopped her.

Daemon: "You DON'T want to know about it, believe me."

She looked at me with a rather grumpy look, but I dismissed t just as easily, as I kissed her on the cheek and left the shop. I pulled up my trench coat to keep my head shielded from the rain, but it couldn't shield me from the sudden pain I had just felt. My side felt like I had just been hit by a large brick in the ribs, and I lost my balance for a second, as I nearly went down onto my knees. My eyes widened as I felt the pain go away. It then came back, this time in my neck, and I did fall down onto my knees. I now had an immense pain in my head. It hit me again, and this time I fell onto my side and I heard several people gasp.

Daemon: "Ssssss, I gotta get home."

Did I say that outloud?

Daemon: "Gotta get out of here."

Why did it look like I was saying it outloud?

Daemon: "I..."

The rainy day went away in a blink of an eye and I was kneeling down in a beautiful field. I was no longer in black trench coat anymore. I was wearing a badly burned military shirt, and it felt like someone was standing right beside me, thought I was in too much pain to see who it was.

The valley was full of life. It looked like a beautiful place to have a picnic in, I must bring Kendra here one time. I had one hand down in the grass, as if to stop me from falling. I felt the nice dry grass around my finger tips, and I saw many ants scurrying to their anthill in the great lucsious valley. I raised my head and looked around. I realized I was ontop of a hill, surronded by a big valley. I turned my head and saw a big city just on the edge of the cliff. It was Barrie.

I saw a red truck by the road, and soon it was gone, as the driver had decided to drive off. I turned to see the man beside me. He had brown hair that looked like he had just ran a mile down a hill at a very high speed, and his hair had gotten stuck like that. He was looking over at something, and I followed his gaze, and saw a man with fiery red hair followed by two other men in army clothes. The two other men had machine guns in their hands, as the man with the firery red hair looked like he was going to break out screaming.

I felt a iron-like grip on my shoulder, as I was swung around and thrown onto my stomach.

"Dae run!"

I was back on the cold and wet cement before I knew it. Kendra was kneeling beside me, a worried look on her face, as there was a crowd of people around us. I had roughly shoved her aside as I made my way through the crowd of people. The pain was a distant memory now, I could barley remember what it felt like. All I knew was that I had to get out of here. I sped walked down the road, and I felt like I was being watched....
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Maybe I am getting the wrong message out, maybe I just haven’t spilt enough blood yet, I can see why people try to walk over me, but I am quicksand and I’ll take them down with me. That’s where I always lived is Underground, I have been there my entire life and I find it suitable enough that I am the Underground Champion.

The dark beauty of being the Underground Champion is that I have control everything that really goes on in the world. From every whisper in the street, every shaky deal done is all rolled into one and that’s where I am. Daemon, Bob’s your uncle and your father is the devil himself and you’ve took it upon yourself to have a name of that you’re a demon, well fuck me Sally. You have a name any religious person would be taboo to do anything with you, but I haven’t been in church since Nixon was president, so we can cross that off the invisible list of things to avoid. Now intimidation is a key member in what we do for a living, you don’t intimate me and I’ll give an educated guess that I don’t intimate you any, that being you didn’t even give the fore-sense to mention me as I am the person who will keep you from going any further in your career or therefore title hunt in SCW.

You have a chance others would give their left or right nut for, their choice of coarse, but if I am feeling in the giving mood I’ll choose for you and while we’re on the subject, you might have the biggest set on you to try walking into Under Attack not trying to figure me out for anything, because if you think for one second that you’ll walk out clean with my title you must have the biggest set on you.

Though, I have to be careful never the less, I am just sitting in my own trying to figure that how did a demon as yourself get a match with me? I don’t know, I’ve stop trying to figure people out a long time ago, but there are still some that amaze me, not in the sense that you have done something that left me in awe, but the notion that you are lacking in the basic skill that you even have the slightest chance of giving me a run for my money, or title for that matter.

Nevertheless I am just ever so frighten of demons and Daemon just might be the real deal as they say, so I should be off to the local library to educate myself in demon slaying, coarse I have to be cautious enough that I don’t get the strange looks from people, not the strange looks as one would get to call themselves a demon in the first place, no-no; I am just being low-key that is. I have to not let too many people to think I am actually hunting demons because there are no existing demons to begin with and I wasn’t born yesterday, so I am lumping Daemon’s type in with unicorns and nymphs. How can I take someone who is considering themselves an honest to...well I dare say God be involved in this one, demon seriously.

What I did on Breakdown wasn’t nothing, I try to make it something, but it was nothing in the saying that I took out my opponent with easement, now will that be the case in matter, hard to say really. I don’t have my lucky magic 8-ball with me as I didn’t bring it with me on this trip, so what does the future hold for me? Well I can answer my own question and it’s a simple one at best, I just don’t know how I’ll beat Daemon that’s all. I get to brutalize him with anything I can put in my hands, it’s an uncertain feeling that comes over me, it’s not a bad thing, and it just makes me do bad things. It’s a cross between waiting to see what kind of gift you get when it comes time to open said gift and finding out that it was socks instead of something I could have really used, what that something is, well that’s beyond me because all I can use is not having to walk down the same street as I get a whistle blower for an opponent. I could use a good fight, maybe someone who could at least threaten me in such a way that I go home crying, but no, I must have done something bad in this life or the last, because when I get guys like Daemon to try key word is try and take my title from me, I know for certain that I am paying in full for something that I just don’t know what it is.

I like the name of this coming Pay Per View, Under Attack, the raw realizing is that when someone is under attack they defend themselves with their life, I know that is one of the truer words were never spoken moments, I know that, because I am not just defending my title, I have something of a reputation, now it may not be the best of the best, but it’s much better than some of the cats rolling around the business, I have that take no shit attitude and that full of shit altitude. I have seen sure things go sour and I never, not once ever walked into a fight thinking I am going to lose, because if I did that I would have been gone long ago, scared that I’d never get in the ring to find out how it could feel to be something in the nothing I was promised to be, or for that matter turn out to be. Even you Daemon had to look at yourself and be disappointed that you should have been Champion already, but you’re in the same boat as me and you always just sit around hoping that it was something better, something more than what lays before us right now. We need to just go after the big fights and stop taking these low card matches, but as I look at my standing ground and where I stand is that I am one up and by far more up than you are, so watch me rock the boat.

Maybe this will be a turning point for both of us, I start getting better matches and you go on doing whatever the hell it is that you do, so if we’re all content and everyone in the peanut gallery is happy with how things are doing, do me a favor and bring the noise, bring the fucking noise. Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em, wear it if you dare, be ready for a fight, because you won’t walk away come tomorrow night...hey I am a poet and didn’t know it and you’re a pathetic nothing and now you know it, I’d be nicer but I just don’t give a shit, sorry to say, but I’m not.
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