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Christian Savior vs. Harley; SCW Adrenaline Championship
Topic Started: Sep 8 2006, 07:31 PM (215 Views)
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The SCW Adrenaline Championship, a coveted prize in SCW. The current Champion, Christian Savior, the Vampyric Priest, has no idea what lies in store for him when he steps into the ring with one of SCW’s newest comers, Harley.

Harley sits in his garage with his band, the Riders, pickin’ some tunes, and having one hell of a time. In the eyes of a musician, it don’t get any better than this. Harley gets up and walks out the door and moves onto a lounge chair in the back yard.

Harley - Christian Savior, my newest arch-enemy. You are going to be a special project of mine. You’re views of a certain Diva roused my attention just days ago, as you stared a hole through her, and called her a skank. You couldn’t be more wrong about her. Maybe you have some sort of built up animosity to your brother for finding such an elegant lady, while you are stuck bottom feeding upon the whores of the streets, paying for your good times. Does that ring a bell? Does that strike a nerve? Well I hope it does. I want you angry when you step into that ring with me, I want you so pissed you see red. That way, when I beat the living shit out of you, and make you eat your nasty words about Kassie. You’ve crossed the line, and you will pay the price. I will take not only your pride, but your belt too. And I hope and pray that poor sap you call a brother brings his ass to the ring, because I cant wait to get my hands on him for all the pain and suffering he has caused her. But his time will come. This is about me and you. And you are in for a day of reckoning, in your career. And I will be the judge, jury, and executioner. I will sentence you to a life of pain, and suffering, and then I will carry out that sentence and beat you within an inch of your life. You disgust me.

Harley’s drummer comes outside and motions for him to come back inside. Harley slowly gets up and follows him in. The band is starts to play a disturbing melody. Harley picks up his guitar and grabs the mic.

Harley - I would like to dedicate this song to one, Christian Savior.

He starts to play along.

Harley - Hate is what I am
Cuz underneath this heart
There beats the heart of man

You'll wear your crown
When you're lyin' 6 feet underground

Don'tcha think it's odd
Man was created in the image of god

All you martyrs and saviors
Go through the same door
Listen all you butchers, saints and sinners
We've all been here before

Yes, hate is what I am
Cuz underneath this heart
There beats the heart of man

So you're lookin' for a savior
But I'm here to tell ya
You gotta save yourself lead a lamb to slaughter
All you ever did was follow orders

All you martyrs and saviors
Go through the same door
Listen all you butchers, saints and sinners
We've all been here before

All you martyrs and saviors
Go through the same door
Hey listen all you butchers, saints and sinners
We've all been here before

Hate
Haate!
Yes, hate is what I am
Cuz underneath this heart
There beats the heart of man
Man
Maaan

The band starts to play another song,

Harley - And this one, she knows by now, is for the love of my life, Kassie Khane.

Harley grabs a fresh pick from his mic stand.

Harley - you let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell
help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
you can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smell
help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god

through every forest, above the trees
within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
you are the reason I stay alive

Harley puts his guitar back in its stand.

Harley - Kassie, darlin‘, I won’t let them get away for they way the treat you. They will pay for the pain they have caused. You might not think they are being that way, but you will soon see. Maybe you will then see how much you mean to me. Savior, bring your best, you’ll need it.

The scene fades.
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The cool breeze rushes in from Lake Erie, the sweet smell of the water fills the air. The shines down from above, its heat enough to keep the chill of the cool lake air. Small boats clutter the water, full of men in ridiculous outfits, covered in hooks and lures and flies for whatever fishing they are attempting. As Scott looks around he spots a man with his children on a larger boat, baiting their hooks. Farther off in the distance, he can see the distant shores of Ohio, almost as if it were a mirage in the sunlight. To the right, a flock of seagulls flies above searching for a spot to feed amongst all the fisherman who are seemingly robbing them of their afternoon snack. Harley sits on the deck of a rather large yacht, however its not his yacht, he borrowed it from a close friend of his, Mr. Phelps. His Mentor.

Harley - Wow, what a life he leads. Maybe someday I’ll be able to afford a nice rig like this. Maybe after I take that belt from around Christians waist, I be able to get something a little nicer than the john boat I pull behind the truck.

Harley pulls a cigarette from his pocket and lights it.

Harley - I am gunna step out from myself a bit. Today, I came out here on the water to clear my thoughts. I am spending so much time trying to gain the attention of Kassie, its starting to effect my wrestling. So today is all about you and me Savior. You and I are a lot alike. We are both stuck in our brothers shadow. Sure you have that belt around you waist, and he has nothing, but that has nothing to do with it. You’re bitter, I can see the resentment, every time he steps in the ring. You hate him. I can see it. I can feel it. I know the feeling well. My brother, much like Adam, was the golden child. Always succeeding at everything does, always having the more beautiful woman, always having luck on his side. Just like my brother. The sonofabitch always comes out on top, no matter what. It eats at you don’t it. You try to cover it up, and Adam don’t see it. But from someone who experiences it, you cant hide it. And Adam is a fool for not seeing it. He is so stuck on himself, just as my brothers are, they don’t even notice the look on our faces, the look of resentment. They think we are so happy for them. Well they couldn’t be more wrong. But don’t worry, Christian. I will help you. I will show you how to deal with all this and more. I will take you under my wing, and lead you to the promised land. I will start at Under Attack, when I take that strap from around your waist, and put it around mine. Then you will be free, and will be able to act how you wish. The belt is holding you down. I see it. Because of it, you cant act on your impulse, as it wouldn’t be fitting of a champion. Then you can pick that piece of pipe up off the floor and bash it across his worthless little head and make him see that he is no better than you.

Harley flicks some ashes into the ashtray and puffs from his cigarette.

Harley - You may act surprised, or even try to deny what I have just told you. Its to be expected. I too went through that period of denial. After all who are we to deny or resent our brothers for being so successful?

Harley puts his cigarette out.

Harley - But it still hurts us inside. We lay awake at night, wondering why it wasn’t us? Why we were left out. You know what I mean, I am sure.

Harley picks up his guitar.

Harley - I wrote a song a few years ago, when my brothers were rising the charts and I was stuck playing the small bars in my native Tennessee.

Harley picks up his guitar and starts to play.

Harley - Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again

I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one

Hate me
Do it and do it again
Waste me
Rape me my friend

I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one

My favorite inside source
I'll kiss your open sores
Appreciate your concern
You'll always stink and burn

Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again

I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one

Rape me
Rape me
Rape me
Rape me
Rape me
Rape me
Rape me
Rape me
Rape me

Harley sets his guitar down.

Harley - That song explains a lot, doesn’t it. You feel raped by society. Raped of all that should be rightfully yours, all of it hand fed on a silver platter to your brother. You needn’t try to deny it, Christian, I’ve been there, I can see all the signs myself. You’re tutorial on living out of his shadow begins at Under Attack.

Harley pulls his PDA out of his pocket.

Harley - Now, something to relax me.

Harley starts to look through some files on his PDA, as the camera shifts, we can see a slideshows of pics of Kassie, with her family. He pauses the slideshow on a clip of Kassie and Skylar at a club.

Harley - What a woman!

The scene fades.


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The stench of stale beer, and the repugnant smell of pipes and cigars fills the air in the local bar, where Harley has become a regular since coming to LaSalle. His band plays there 4 times a week, they know what he drinks, and when to serve it. In the distance a juke box is playing.

*****So tear me open, pour me out
These things inside they scream and shout
And the pain still hates me
So hold me until it sleeps

Just like a curse, just like a stray
You feed it once and now it stays
Now it stays*****

Harley motions to the bar maid for another brew, and she slides it down the bar. He takes the beer and kills it in one swift motion, motioning for another.

Bar Maid - Dammit, Harley, its still 6 hours til last call, you got all night!

Harley - Just gimme another and keep ‘em coming. Got It?

She nods her head and slides him yet another beer. And much like the previous, its gone before Harley even has a chance to taste it.

Harley looks over at the juke box that is still playing in the background.

*****So tell me why you've chosen me
Don't want your grip
Don't want your greed
Don't want it

I'll tear me open, make you gone
No more can you hurt anyone
And the fear still shakes me
So hold me until it sleeps*****

Harley - Someone play some read goddamn music. This is garbage. Just like that waste of space in SCW Christian Savior and his Low Life two timing brother. I tell ya, if brains was gun powder, the two jokers wouldn’t combine for enough to make a spark.

He looks down at his watch and grabs another brew off the bar. The bar maid turns on the RV to TSN and a portion of Christians latest promotional video is airing for the upcoming Under Attack. Harley watches the screen closely.

**VIDEO FEED ON TV**

Savior: What?! You have me fighting a company now?!!!

Oleksa: No. It’s his nickname. Your opponent is Harley.
Savior: Oh yes. Well, anyway. Hairy-boy goes off the deep end and tells me he will train me and instruct me at Under Attack. You know, like “I’ll take you under my wing” deal. Call me crazy, but wasn’t I here first? Haven’t I been wrestling longer than him? So, aren’t I technically better?

Oleksa: Oh yes, yes and hard to say.

Ignoring his sarcasm, Savior continued, pulling

Harley erupts in laughter.

Harley - This jackass just don’t get it.

He continues watching.

**VIDEO FEED ON TV**
Savior grasped the box that was in his right hand and pulled out a match. Lighting it quickly, he grasped the magazine and placed it near the flame, instantly setting it on fire. Holding it as it burned, he smiled at Oleksa.

Savior: Hate me all you want, Oleksa, but it does not change that I am forever more the Adrenaline Champion, and your little boy Harley isn’t going to change that anytime soon. Now I am telling you to tell him for me. If he fucks around with any of us and spreads more filth, than I won’t be waiting till Under Attack to derail him. I will finish it on the streets, leaving him in a mess…

Savior leaned in towards Oleksa as he held the burning paper close to Olek’s face.


Harley - Such ignorance. For a guy who has been wrestling for so long, it’s a wonder you even have a belt in the first place. You have to be the dumbest man I have ever met. You totally missed the entire message I was portraying. I wasn’t giving you tips on new hold you idiot, I was trying to help you be the better man. Adam must have really gotten not only the lions share of the brawn, but of the brains as well. You’re a simpleton, and that will be what defeats you in the ring.


Harley lights up a cigarette.

Harley - Sure, you may be the better wrestler. But guess what junior, I am the better fighter. You deal with grappling maneuvers, and submission holds, suplexes and power bombs. Me, I deal with blood , and sweat, and the fear a man has when he sees a pool cue, or bar stool coming at you and you don’t have time to duck, so you just have to swallow that lump in your throat and take it like a man. I didn’t come to this company to “wrestle” you babbling buffoon. I came here to beat the hell out of people. Your not in for any old wrestling match, bub, you’re in for one hell of a fight. You cant possibly prepare for a fight of this magnitude, as your brother wont be here to save you. He’ll be worried about what I have in store for Kassie-dearest to help you. You will go down in a pool of your own blood, and I will be the one swimming in it. You underestimate me. That is your second mistake. Now remember, dear Christian, three strikes and you’re out. You’re third strike comes when you step into the ring with me at Under Attack. Only this mistake will cost you that Belt.

Harley lights another cigarette, then notices the other two burning in the ashtray nearby. Another beer comes sliding down the bar.

Harley - Now, I have one last little tidbit to get off my chest before I drink myself into an alcoholic haze. Kassie, you’re starting to make wonder what I need to do. I’ve been incredibly nice, up until now. Things can change, if you wont. Remember that. I know every move you make. What you wear to bed, who you go to bed with, and even what you do once you get there. And last I checked, my dear, the children were both playing nicely with a white teddy bear.

The scene fades as Harley downs another beer and motions for another.
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