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Elimination Chamber; SCW Championship
Topic Started: Sep 8 2006, 07:28 PM (628 Views)
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Very graphic descriptions of rape and assault are contained in this roleplay. All who are easily offended don’t read. The thoughts expressed are not those shared with the author.
****WARNING*****

Scene One

{The rain came from the gray bellowing clouds up above, where heaven is supposedly be. In my eyes, heaven is non-existent. In my eyes, the only reality is the one I see though my eyes. I stand out there in the middle of the street, on the double yellow line. Cars occasionally drove by, coming so close to hitting me. I did not fear. If I die, I would go to a place and sit in a throne next to my lord. But I cannot die yet, my journey still have some miles on it before it will be completed. I stare with my eyes at a large house. Though a bay window, filtered out by blinds, I see a light. They’re home. For some reason, I find myself happy as if I was being granted with a present. It is a present from my lord. I am given a present that I can very well divulge myself in. The pleasure I am going to free while competing this task would feel as if a goddess of whores would come down and give me head.}

{I walk off the street towards the house, the bottoms of my black leather boots clap across the concrete. I step up onto the curb, a van drives by, the wind of which pushes up into my white button-up shirt. It puffs it out as if I was wearing balloons instead. The thought made me think of clowns, I hate clowns. I drop my train of thought, and focus back to the task at hand. If I fail, my lord will not be too happy with me. The air escapes as I walk up the sidewalk, looking to see if anyone was to greet me. I’m home. This is my home, I think. Yet no welcoming parties for me, the though of which angers me so. This is my house, why are people living in it?}

{I knock on the door, my hand curled up into a fist, striking the hard wood with my knuckles. I could hear someone sitting up, and closing a recliner. Footsteps echo off tile floor, and the knob turn. The door swings open, and looking at me are a pair of sad blue eyes. I hate blue eyes. They peer at me as if someone had ripped out her heart and force fed her. The though of which made me chuckle up, but what I was not prepared for was this woman jumping up onto me. Her arms went around my neck as he wrapped her leg around me. I guess this woman is unhappy because she has been living the life of a whore. But I am here to ease her pain, to erase her for good. She drops down onto her feet and pulls me into the house. Her face so similar but I must have mistaken. She leans up, standing up onto her tip toes to force her lips onto me. I don’t react to the kiss, I stand there as a cold corpse towards this whore.}

{She shows her pearly white teeth at me as if I am her savior. I am no messiah for her; I am only the messiah of my lord’s followers. Surely she is not, and therefore I will put out her anguish tonight. She hasn’t the need to continue living like this. A follower of a heathen god needs to be put to rest, especially one that dare denounce my lord. She pulls me along into her family room, and points towards the crib. This woman must not be a firm believer of her idol because she has just brought me to my target, the infant that is curled up into a warm blue blanket. The babe is so innocent, so ignorant to the world. That unfortunate circumstance is about to change.}

[The Woman]

I’ve been waiting for you for so long… I can’t believe you’re back finally. I have missed you so much!

[Myself]
You have been… waiting for me? How could you have known about my arrival?

[The Woman]
Well... I didn’t know exactly you would come, but I have felt it into my heart!

{This woman must be lying. There would be no way this woman would know of my advent unless there was a traitor in our ranks. Our lord wouldn’t pick this tiny, pathetic excuse of a human being to speak to. He has told me he wanted her dead. I grab her by the shirt and force her hard up against the wall. I couldn’t speak, her eyes memorized me so as I stare. I attempt to move my lips, flicker the strings of vocal box, but to no use. My eyes absently stare into her as if she has some power over me}

[The Woman]

What has gotten into you!? *STATIC* What have gotten into you? What… what are you doing?

{I continue to stare into her eyes, a feeling overwhelmed me. A feeling of want flustered my mind. Present in my gut was a feeling, an internal urge to bring her down onto the floor. I scoop her down and slam her down hard onto her back. I pin her down, pressing my hands on both of her forearms. Enough pressure exerted the feeling of want… the feeling of need conquers me. Help me lord, stop me from defiling myself- but then again, wouldn’t my lord want me to run free? Doesn’t my lord want me to run free amidst this world, isn’t that the reason why he created me? To fulfill whatever desire that seized me instead of fighting it like some whipped Christian dog? I begin to pull her skin tight jeans down with one hand.}

[The Woman]

STOP! STOP! I miss you too… I miss you too! But not right here… not right in front of the bab-

{I quickly pull down her jeans, and throw them aside. She crosses her legs, embarrassed of doing such an act in front of her infant. Just to think, moments before she was kissing me passionately and wanting me to do this in the doorway. Now she dare order me to stop. I grab a hold of her pink shirt and tear it in hair, ripping open a big enough gap for her breasts to be exposed. She lets out a scream when I reach down below, and rip off the remaining garment of clothing she had on. This woman dares to struggle against my grip but I back hand her across the face. She should be happy I am giving her this moment of pleasure before I put her to rest.}

[The Woman]

Why are you doing this to me!? WHY?! I thought you loved me… I thought you loved me… why… I waited for you and you would do this to m-

{The woman begin to break down, tears begin to flow down the sides of her cheeks as I rip apart her legs. No matter how much she struggled, my strength still surpasses her. I begin to dive in, moving along without saying a word. Her screams begin to echo out of the house and the babe has begun to cry loudly. Both the screams and the crying echo out of the front door and into the neighborhood. I begin to go full force onto her, not being able to slow down. I haven’t felt this feeling for such a long time. I love this feeling. Her resisting is only hurting her as she makes it more enjoyable. What a stupid bitch she is, not liking her fate as one I guess. Her blue eyes continue to overflow with tears, as she reaches up and dig her nails into my chest. The pain enhances the pleasure.}

[The Woman]
Stop! Please stop! Just… Somebody help me! Get off of me now! I hate you… I HATE YOU!

{She brings her nails across my face, putting cutting a line diagonally across. The pain this time made me angry. I slap across her arms to either side of her body before wrapping my hands around her throat. I begin to choke her as I stop my thrusts. Instead I begin to bring her down onto it, using her throat as a handle. The feeling is great. I am the master of this dog, and I am enjoying this piece of flesh. The faster and harder I bring her onto me, the better if felt. I haven’t felt this sort of pleasure for a very long time.}

{I begin to choke with pleasure, too must pleasure. I suddenly shove her back down by the throat, having her head hit off the hardwood floor. Her face dark red, her hair sprawled out across the wood, her eyes puffy, and her cheeks stained with tears. She is breathing, breathing shallowly. Suddenly, there is foot steeps. Someone is trying to interfere with this act. A middle age man came into the room and quickly comes at him to prevent me from doing anything else. What a fool? Does he know who I am? I suddenly stand up, letting myself slide out of her and quickly vaulted across the room. The man didn’t see what hit him, the punch send him flying back into the hallway and probably out the door. I turn around. Not much time.}

{I walk towards the crib, the woman clings onto my leg. All of her force goes down onto my leg, in an futile attempt to prevent me from touching the baby. This slut begins to cough all over my boots. I go to send a punch right to the back of the head but I notice her opening her mouth to speak. I am merciful enough to let her have her last words. }


[The Woman]
Stop… stop... *STATIC* I though you loved me… I thought you came back… I thought my dreams came true and my prayers finally answered. I was wrong. Don’t touch the baby… please don’t touc-

[Myself]
I am taking the baby. I don’t know who you are. You are nothing but piece of trash. You were lucky I visited you. You are blessed that you have given birth to this child. The child is now my and is now with my lord. Now stay good nig-

[A smile appears on my face as I see her struggle more. The finishing punch is griped, and pulled back. All I have to do is pull the trigger and she could very well die. That is the purpose after all. I don’t need any witness to go screaming to the cops on what I look like. I don’t want to have to go out of my way and kill an entire police force. Anything that brutal would make national spotlight, and all that would do is make the revolution harder. This starts here. The baby is the first step and this woman is going to be the first to die. The revolution must be competed.}

{I bring the punch down but suddenly, in the distant I could hear sirens. I kick her off, sending her flying up against the way. Her head hit the wall, breaking the drywall underneath. She’s out cold, possibly dead, don’t need to worry about her now. I rush to the baby and pick it up; I hold it up for a second over my head. A large smile light up on my face. The baby will be his son. The baby will be his son. My lord should be very pleased. I turn around and head for the door in a run. However, once again the bitch latches onto my leg.}

[Myself]
If you say anything about this night, I will come back for you and kill you. IF you want to live long, I would best thing you would keep your mouth shut.

{She loses strength to hold on and releases her hold. She slides down onto the floor and begins to sob. I walk over her body and run out the door. Behind I left a woman who life have been completely crushed… everything ripped out by me. The pleasure of such an accomplished turns me on again. Though the only problem, I don’t know even half of this woman’s problems. }


Scene Two

{The red lights flash over head, around and around it goes on top of the ambulance. They were cleaning her up as the police officer tells her to go along. Why would he do that to her? She though this man was her lover but after all... he just raped her, attempted to kill her and the stole her baby away. Maybe she have made a mistake, the man had long hair… long black hair. The back of her head screams out to her, as if the baby is at the peak of a crying fit but in the quiet venue of her mind. Large marks around her neck ache as it is hard to even breathe, the reminder of his attempt to take her life. The soreness of between her legs, wet still from forced excitement. She feels like shit on the outside but the pain was numb due to the pain inside.}

{She has let her baby be taken away. She’s a failure. And she then he tried to kill her! He did rape her! Those months of waiting, the months of worrying, but he came out of the blue and attempted to murder her. This is nothing but a bad nightmare. She must be trapped. This is not reality but a dream that preys on her darkest fears. He would never ever do that to her. She’s imagining. Maybe it’s a joke, he always liked playing jokes on her… maybe he will return and be the old self. Maybe he doesn’t know how bad he hurt her…}

{The police office has been talking to her, but no words came from her dry lips. He keeps on asking him who did it, what did he look like, but she just simply keeps her mouth shut. How she wants to die right now? How she wanted to close her eyes and never wake up. But there is one nagging though in her heart, what about her baby. What about her baby? She has to find the baby on her own.}

{Maybe this was only a joke, a joke that he will come back around and embraced her with the baby in her arms.}

{But to her dismay, this is no joke.}


Scene Three

{The man stands there in front of a large body of water; the moon’s reflection is painted across the choppy surface. The man himself is the same men that attacked and raped a woman earlier in the evening. The man is the same man that kidnapped her child, the only precious gift she believed her god have given her. This man is the same man who cracked up over her cries of pain and screams of help as if it this nothing but a comedy played out to his own amusement. He is leaned up against the pole of a streetlight, a green street light that fit in the dark red cobbled street below him The black boot taps on the cobble stone, the clap of leather on stone echoes out into the night. Down the street, a little ways is a bar. In the shadow of the light you could not see his face, and all you could see is his long black hair hanging from his head. It hasn’t been cleaned for a fair amount of time.}

{I am this man that everyone will probably misconstrue as a sick son of a bitch. I am just more than a lowly slave of my lord, I have felt greatness though another channel. I used to be a wrestler and I plan on becoming one once again.}

[Myself]

My name shall remain unknown until the moment I walk down to that ring. My name will be remembered; those in the ring will tremble as they see my face. Those in the stands might cheer out for me, but I will not identify. As my music plays, adrenaline will rush into my veins and I guess that the men in the ring will get their second wind. The plan is set and it is time for a new leader to arise. It is time for a new leader to lead the masses into a new dawn, and kill those who dare challenge him.

I am only a soldier of a lord that you all dare to strike down as the symbol of evil. The only thing that is ever evil is the limits you apply to yourself. The wants you shun yourself for having. Those are the same wants that you ignore and refuse to satisfy, and if you do, you stash them away into the deepest depths of your mind. You fear retribution from society like a dog that fears retribution for his master, but you know what? Don’t worry; I am here to break free those chains so you can fulfill those dark wants. You can soon go out and satisfy your darkest desires. Fear not of what society thinks; do not feel guilt over anything. The only you thing you have to fear is what I am. Fear the power in control and you will find a right balance between living and enjoying. The only thing evil is the fact that you all apply yourself to a moral code. The reason that I am so strong now is the fact that I believe in… what I want is what I should get.


{I begin to head down the street, trying to get away from the noise of the bar. Ah yes, the bar. The bar is where the so-called vices spring out of men but really, vices are only things that people believe they would feel guilty about. I look out at the stars that flicker brightly above the horizon. I take turn, walking from the touristy main street into what seem to be a peaceful neighborhood. All the lights were off in the houses except for a few night owls.}

[Myself]

Vice is a creature of our imagination. There is no right and wrong. You do what you want, and you do it when you want it. Wherever, whenever, whatever…However there is always going to be one bond, one duty, and that would be towards whoever is in charge. I am going to be in charge of SCW. I am going to be in charge of the whole world. So everyone who is watching this, laughing it off as some deranged mad man… don’t be fooled. Don’t be fooled. I am going to take this place over; I shall become champion. That is the reason why I sent word to Drachewych, the man who could not refuse such an offer from me. It will give him money but it will now become the fool’s demise. I will conquer SCW. You will see. Laugh now, Cid but you will laugh not so hard when you are lacking a championship belt. Joke now, Greg Cherry but you won’t be joking when you feel how crippling fear can be.

Mock me, I dare you. Insult me, I dare you. Don’t hold back now if you do, you’re nothing but limiting yourself. Don’t limit yourself to anything. Let all that malice out and take delight in it. You can call me a sick bastard who like enjoying young boys, the truth remains I do not. But if you take delight in charging me with such an accusation, then do so. For I won’t hold back, for I won’t always tell the truth, and I always will do what I want. For nothing you say will take me aback. For every insult you serve, I have one in the back of my head even more profane and more demented than your sickest imagination. I am the thing they called evil, but I am not evil. Like I said before, there’s no right and wrong so there is no good and evil. It’s all in your head.

You think of our history as man and you think of evil… You think of Hitler and you think of Stalin. Both men knew what I am talking about. They knew that the only to action to take is the action with the most beneficial outcome. Hitler blamed the Jews for everything, but you know what… it is true. The Jews were the builders of this whole world. They were the original shapers of our modern perception of the world at large. If it wasn’t for their god, the world will act definitely different and will act definitely less hypocritically. Hitler killed them because he needed someone to place blame on. The scrape goat made Hitler seem a hero, and Hitler benefited from what you might see as inhumane policies. It worked, didn’t it? Stalin killed many to stay in power. He purged and he benefited. It’s simple as that. You labeled him as a monster but in all reality, he was an entrepreneur. He used certain techniques that made him rich and made him live in splendor. Isn’t that what we all want? Don’t we all want to be rich and to be powerful? Then why did we shoot him down because he achieved it? It’s because deep down we were envious of his accomplishments. Like it or not, we were envious of these so-called monsters.

I am going to be the Hitler of Supreme Championship Wrestling. I am going to be the Stalin of Supreme Championship Wrestling. I am going to be the man that crush your dreams so I can be at the top. I am going to be the man that will cut you all down so I can remain in power. It is what I am going to do in the future that is what important. I am not going to name off pathetic accomplishments like one Josh Hudson. I am not going to ride off one or two major achievements in my career. But just to let you all know, what I have done… I have done better than you. I have done things you can only dream of in my wrestling career.


{I reach the end of the street, it turns off down… running parallel with the body of water once again. I decided to cut between two houses walking past an open window. The noise of grunts and moans echo out the window. Instead two teenagers were probably getting their share of sex. How sinful is that in the eyes of the Catholic Church, but in all reality, it might be the only way for both to distract them how pathetic their lives are. The only real good feeling they have gotten in the past few weeks. Maybe it’s the only thing that has kept them sane. I know the only thing that has kept me sane is the mission on my mind. The one goal is the only thing that is keeping me sane. Yet again, I believe I am saner than anyone else in this world of ours. I see more clearly now then I did.}


[Myself]
An alliance was made but none of these four soldiers in this match are united. They all think of different thoughts, they all think of their own thoughts. So easy to bring under my rule, so easy to manipulate, don’t you know it’s easier to move stones than to move boulders? If you all are supposed to fight together shouldn’t you fight for one common cause? You are no army; you are nothing but a pool of wasted potential. Pay-Per-View you call yourself, does that meaning have any meaning for any of you? You are only bonded by action but not by will or by your souls. You are only sitting ducks as I’m sure the two other men will definitely be smart enough band together. Then again with me, I don’t need anyone by my side. I could just come down to the ring and x one each of you, one by one, with only my two fists until there is one man left. Then that final one man I could very well crush his dreams with my iron fist, and win the most precious prize.

So what are you fighting for? What are you fighting for? You’re struck now, in the mud, with nothing but greed imprisoning you all. It’s one thing to what you want, but you have to be able to pull it off. In the upcoming weeks or months you all will start to turn on each other, it is the behavior of such self-centered men to turn on each. It is why you need a leader. It is why you all need a leader to instill fear into you. You all need a man more fearsome than god himself. I am that leader, don’t you see. You will see. You will see that I am everything you want to be. You will see I am everything you need. You will see that I can give you everything you desire.

But what else do you need? You’re a lacking group of lacking individuals, and you need much. You need much power. You need to form a covenant; you need to form a basic bond. You need to drop your differences and work together in so each of you can get your piece of the pie that you otherwise couldn’t receive any by yourself. You need to become brothers until the day it is necessary to commit fratricide. On which that day it is necessary to kill one so you, yourself can survive. So you, yourself can flourish. It’s what you call sacrifice. Instead of running around in circles, you four soldiers of PPV… sit down and form a plan. Maybe it will secure you all a longer time in the EC but you also have to remember that you all going to have to fight among yourselves to see who is going to be the champion. You all going to have to rely on yourselves at some point and then is when your alliance will break down. Instead of sitting down and deciding who should be raised to the level of champion, you all going to fight amongst yourselves.

This is why; Pay-Per-View… your alliance is not a factor in this match. You are all selfish you are kings of nothing and when you fight amongst each other for the crown, only one will be king. One king is weaker than one king with three knights. But none of you see past your selfish wants... That is all right, that is what I want to see out of you all.

It makes no difference… the gates of hell will open up on Sunday, and I will make my return. I shall destroy whether or not you are united or divided. I shall destroy whether or not you are ready for this threat. I am the threat. I’m the plague and you shall be consume in that very same ring you live your dreams.


{I walk though the backyard and out onto a long wood deck. I continue to walk, the ideas of revolution and success circle in my head. A low toned chuckle come from my chest but I don’t feel it nor do I mean to do it. The smile on the face, the smile of pleasure that I know I am correct. Supreme Championship Wrestling is not prepared for this hurricane.}

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Keys: Between the - - is what Hunter is thinking. Between ** is Hunter telling what is happening around him.

Also this rp has in it murder and rape, although they are not that detailed. I don't want anyone complaining. So you have been warned.

It also continues from my last rp.

Enjoy and good luck to everyone in the chamber.

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The Transformation - Part 1.


*1:00 AM it was. Speed was right about me not drinking and where the hell could I go at this time of night. At first I wasn’t sure and didn’t care. I just needed to get some fresh air into my lungs and some time away from that bitch’s voice. Man it annoyed the crap out of me. All I had on my mind was a late night walk, or early morning if you will, around the block.*

*Hell, I was sitting there writing up a comic character. My mind was actually telling me that I want to write comics and not wrestle anymore. This wasn’t right, not at all. I am hell bent on winning that title at least one time before I go anywhere near retiring. I guess there has been just a little too much on my mind lately and I needed a break to clear up my head. I remember the days where I would take these late night walks on a weekly basis.*

*The cold breeze hitting your face and entering your body with a less percentage of pollution since there are no cars or anything on the road. Instead of an eye blinding sun you got a wonderful moon, glowing just enough to provide me with the little light I need. Yep I sure as hell am a night person and always have been.*

*The plan was to simply get away from those two and take a walk all alone just like the good old days. It would relax me a little and put me in the right frame of mind that I needed to be in before I enter that Elimination Chamber and get my shot at glory one more time. But things don’t always go as planned and this time around my walk would be nothing like the good old days. But no matter how bad something is, there always has to be something positive to take away from it, right? Well I hope so.*

*Ignoring Speed‘s question of where I was going and the mockery coming out of Lenne over my little comical character, I simply closed the door of the hotel room, my hotel room, behind me and started my journey. I pressed the elevator button and whistled away to the Rocky movie theme as I patiently awaited the doors to slide open. Patience never was one of my strong points but this whole thing I was doing was to get some peace in my mind. So I ignored the time and happily awaited for the doors to slide open.*

*I entered the elevator and pressed the button to take me down to the lobby while I continued to whistle. But this world being the way it is, something just had to push my buttons and test my temper. The elevator stopped on the next floor down from mine and the doors slid open. In walks a man with a suit on, he looks like his ready to gamble away some big bucks or something. But that is none of my interest nor do I care. So Ignore him and continue to whistle away but the posh bastard just couldn’t keep his mouth shut.*

Man: Adrian! ADRIAN!

*I instantly stopped my whistling and stared into blank air for a second or two.*

- Did that idiot just say that? MY GOD! He did, the fuckwit actually said it. I best better ignore him. -

*And ignore him I did, I just turned my face to him and cracked a little smile while letting some air out of my nostrils. Yeah, like that was real funny, asshole. Just not enough to actually make me go through the trouble of opening my mouth. Not wanting anything else to come out of him I simply turned my face away from him and stood there still and silent.*

Man: Part three was by far the best. I pity the fool! *laugh*

- Ok I had two choices here. Keep ignoring for the next thirty seconds before beating the crap out of him... or I could get off on the next floor. Well, both options have their frustrating ways but I think I‘ll take number two. -

*Ignoring the bastard, I pushed my finger into the 3 button. Luckily, it didn‘t take any longer then ten seconds for the elevator to stop and the doors slide open. I turned to the prick as I walked out of the elevator backwards.*

Hunter: I truly hope a bus runs you over you prick and may your mother burn in hell.

*The man stood there speechless with a look of shock on his face as the doors slowly slid over the view of his ugly face. I hope I never have to go through anything that bad again. I pushed the elevator button and waited, knowing that this time it will take a little longer since it had to drop that prick off at the lobby before returning to get me. Eventually the elevator arrived and I made my way down to the lobby. No one was around except for the gay dude at the desk. I wasn‘t sure if he was gay or not but I was sure that the fag had a gay man‘s job. I ignored his “How are you tonight, sir?” and made my way outside. It was just like I expected, fresh cold breeze and a full moon glowing down with its perfect light.*

*After completing what I set out to do I returned to the hotel. I once again avoided the homo at the desk and stood at the elevator. But I was feeling too good, too relaxed and too refreshed to do what a fat lazy slob would do. I decided to run up the stairs for my own good and once I reach each level, I will run across its hallway and run back to the steps before continuing my way up to the next level. All was fine until I reached the floor below me. I was running through its hallway when I heard a woman screaming, not interested I continued to run. On the way back I heard a woman cursing from the same room. I decided to stop and listen to what‘s happening on the other side of the door.*

*The screaming and cursing continued for a few seconds before it started to sound like two people just disagreeing on something. I turned away from the door and was on my way. But then I heard a slap and the woman‘s voice had disappeared. I chuckled to myself.*

- Stupid bitches, it’s about time someone showed them who’s boss. -

*And then it got a little weird. The silence had completely stopped until it sounded like the man in there was gasping for air as the sound of his body hitting the floor sounded in my ears, followed by a grunting noise. I decided that I needed to know what was going on. I ran over to the fire extinguisher on the wall and pulled it off. I then rammed it into the door, close to the lock area, a few times until the door swung open. Oh boy, I wished I had just continued on with what I was doing.*

*A woman standing on top of a fallen man with a knife in her hand. She had at least put sever or eight holes into him. She simply stood there with her eyes locked onto mine.*

Hunter: WOW! I guess I better shut this before anyone walks past.

*I pushed the door shut and placed the fire extinguisher behind the it to hold it shut since I had broken the lock. The woman dropped the knife on top of the man, who I‘m pretty sure was dead by now, and took a seat on the bed before her tears started to flow out.*

- What the hell have I gotten myself into? -

*I walked over to the woman and took a seat next to her. But the reason I was still around was because I found myself attracted to the scene. Something had come over my mind, and as much as I wanted to get out of there, something was grabbing me and telling me to stay in that room. I felt like this was the coolest thing I had ever witnessed and I needed to soak some more of it in.*

Hunter: This looks rather cool, how did it happen?

Woman *with tears falling from her eyes*: He... He tried to rape me.

- What? This bitch was in his room, this doesn‘t sound right. But I sure as hell wouldn‘t mind raping her. -

Hunter: How did he get you into his room? You a prostitute or something?

*All of a sudden her tears had stopped falling down. But before she could say anything the mans body started to move around a little. We both took our eyes off of each other and places them on the man.*

Hunter: Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. I’ve always wanted to know what it felt like to stab another human. This is the perfect situation.

*I stood up and took a few steps towards the man. I grabbed the knife off of his back and turned him around so that I could face him. Yes, I wanted to kill him and I wanted him to see his killer. Oh boy, this made things a lot easier. The man was the idiot from the elevator who interrupted my whistling earlier. I guess he wasn’t headed to the casino. I stared him in his barely open eyes and said “Adrian!” as I drove the knife down into his chest. Oh boy did it feel good. I repeatedly pulled the knife out and drove it into his chest as I counted away.*

Hunter: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6...

Woman: HEY! HEY! Easy now, enough is enough, god damn!

*My hand had driven the knife into his chest for the seventh time. I let go, leaving the knife in his chest, as I stood up. Blood all over my shirt, pants and hands, his blood had squirted out. I turned to face the woman who‘s voice had driven me away from my fun. Surprisingly she was looking at me with a smile.*

Woman: Thanks, sweetheart. You just got your hands all over the murder weapon and you’re the one who actually killed him.

*Something about this woman was attracting me to her. I didn‘t know what it was but I knew I need to have her and have her now. I smiled back at her.*

Hunter: Anytime! Now that you have nothing to worry about. How about we use this bed for some action. You can think of it as a way to pay me back.

Woman: Sure, how much you willing to pay?

Hunter: What? I just took a murder off of your hands and your telling me how much I want to pay?

Woman: Yeah, that’s what I said.

Hunter: Well, I’m willing to pay nothing.

Woman: Ok, no problem.

*She grabbed her handbag off the bed and started to walk towards me. But she was making her way towards the door. She took a couple of steps past me before I reached out and grabbed her by the hair. I pulled her back to me as she started to yell, demanding that I free her. There she was, her face below mine, looking up to me as I kept a hold of her face. I feeling of power I felt was indescribable. I let go of her hair and slapped her face with the back of my hand as her, causing her to spin around and drop to the floor.*

*She got back up on all fours and started to crawl away. I bent over and grabbed her by her dress before ripping it off of her. I then jumped on top of her in a mounted position, my weight was too much for and forced her to collapse. Now I had her under me, flat on her stomach, with nowhere to go. I grabbed her top with my right hand and also tore it off of her, as I held the back of her head with my left hand, forcing her face first into the floor. She had no bra on and was only in a G-String now. I pulled my pants down with my right hand. Pulled her underwear off and proceeded to do my business.*

*I had done it, I had raped a woman... and I loved every single second of it. She laid there motionless, like she had just given up as little soundless cries came from her. I remained on top of her, feeling like a king. So powerful, that I could rule the world with my fist. I stood up off of her and pulled my pants up. I made my way towards the door but that was when she decided to say something, while still on the ground.*

Woman: You bastard! You won’t get away with this...

*What wonderful timing she had. I looked down and found myself standing on top of the man I had just killed. I bent over, pulled the knife out of his chest and made my way back over towards the woman. I once again mounted her from behind, lifted her head up just enough to place the knife on her neck and then proceeded to slice away. She kicked her legs and arms around as her whole body started to spasm before she went motionless. I stood up and left the room as blood was dripping off of me.*

*I carefully made my way towards the stairway, making sure no one had seen me and proceeded to climb them. I eventually made it back to my room without anyone spotting me. Luckily enough, it looked like Speed and Lenne had gotten too drunk and passed out on the couch. I made my way towards the bathroom, jumped under the shower and cleaned myself. I quickly put on new clothes, grabbed luggage and left the room, in fact I left the entire hotel.*

*Regret started to sink into me as I walked though the dark streets. I knew it was only a matter of time before the FBI would be after me. I hotel room was in my name. The victims blood was left all over the door of my room and the room itself. The murder weapon had remained in its place with my finger prints all over it. What about the DNA that I left inside the whore? They will have all this evidence and know who the room belonged too by morning. Soon my face will be all over American television and people will be running for phone booths as soon as they spot me. This was not good, I bet I just cost myself that shot I had at winning the SCW Championship inside the Elimination Chamber... Hell I just cost myself my job. I dropped my head down and continued to walk away into the night as I started to plan my get away.*
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[It turned out to be nothing more than another opportunity that slipped through my fingers. This time though I could not do a thing about it. All I can recall is being tossed from the ring and rendered useless to help my trio pick up the victory on Breakdown last Wednesday. And after the promise that Speed made to Lenne…those two victories the week before were for naught. All of the anticipation and all of the build-up went down the tubes… It’s more than a good thing that I knew my spot inside the Elimination Chamber was secured. But what do I find for opponents? The familiar suspects that are just aching to have the gold one more time…or in Josh Hudson’s and Hunter’s cases, the first time… Yet there’s a monkey wrench in the works known as The Superstar… Now one would think that I have no clue on who this man is…oh but I do. That’s why I’m not going to spoil his grand entrance. I know it’s what he wants. He’s a simple man that wants the spotlight always on him. Every time he comes to the wrestling ring, he loves to hear the climax of the ladies. That’s all that he’s about…the blondes, the broad…the bitches if you will. Me…I lead a totally different life… Yeah, this man doesn’t care…he’s showed that publicly before… Let’s just say that I share his enthusiasm to the way he goes on living as well…]

[What about the rest though? I know just as much about all of them. Hell, I probably know them better than they do themselves! Ah, but I’ll have plenty of time to explain why each of my opponents in the Chamber won’t come away with the SCW Championship. I know that I’m flawed, but at least I’m man enough to admit it…as is Josh Hudson, shockingly. That is unlike last year, when I went in as a basic underdog, thinking that I could just easily climb the mountain and get one over on everyone surrounding me inside the steel. It was Lethal Weapon that proved me wrong for the third straight pay per view… But that time won’t repeat itself…this is a different time with all different faces from last year…except for Hudson and me.]

[Back to my flaws though…since all of my opponents will no doubt try to unveil them their selves… Sure, I have a wife and a daughter that I care for to the nth degree. And yes, I can get quite emotional and snap on any given occasion at any certain moment…. Let’s just say that I would NEVER want to be anybody else. For example, if someone wanted me to be Cid and gave me money for it…I’d probably make sure that it wasn’t fake. If someone replaced Cid with Chad Evans…nope, wouldn’t want to be him either. I would not want to be someone who is more or less a coward; the lowest being below a god. Pfft…at least I can be rest assured that I’ll have REAL foes at Under Attack…minus the Real Speed of course. He’s already shown his true colors…and one of them definitely isn’t gold. Speed just doesn’t care anymore…but I do. I’m not looking to just be competitive; I’m looking to not be eliminated during this go-around. I won’t be fifth; I won’t be fourth…first is the only position on my mind.]

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[Right now that I could use to get away…without even bringing Martha with me… I need to do something that I’ve never done before. It would certainly break down the walls of boredom. And no…I won’t be one of those that believes that sex is something out of the ordinary… In fact, that’s quite the opposite. It will be the furthest item from my mind for the rest of this week. I’ve decided to go search for my Jewish cousin…on the opposite side of the Earth…in Israel. All that I know about her…she lives in the North, just inside Haifa. Over the past few years though…nothing from her…not a damn letter! Understandable…especially being the events of the last couple of months… Thus the reason for my desire to try to find her…and before I take part in my next chance to become the SCW World Champion, for the second time. Little old me…heh…no one gave me a shot. They all thought I’d remain at the bottom of the mountain, but were those doubters ever proven wrong! As I look back, I now have the ambition to get both of my quests completed. Even though Sparkle is slowly recovering from hay fever back home and Martha and Sarah Vixen are bonding once again without me, I can move forward…knowing that I’m being supported…]

[I smile, still strapped into my seat on the American Airlines flight that has just landed in Tel-Aviv. One of the stewardesses comes to me, being that I’m the last passenger that has yet to unload.]

Stewardess: Uh sir, we’ve landed. It’s okay to head out. I don’t see any bombs or anything…

[She says that to me wearily. Ah, for some reason, bombs aren’t the biggest threat to me. Yet it’s become a way of life in the Middle East over the past decade or so.]

Jay: I’m sorry about all this. I guess my mind was just elsewhere.

Stewardess: Sure. Happens all the time…well…shalom…

Jay: Shalom…

[Quickly I rise from my seat after unbuckling. I grab my personal belongings and vacate the aircraft. Where I find myself next is the Tel-Aviv airport terminal…all around the outside are El Al planes, amongst some other separate companies’ airplanes. Stalling for a minute, I take a look around. Wow…my first time in Israel. This could become quite the exciting few days for me here…or maybe not. We’ll just have to say where the road takes me…]

[Continuously I take in the smell… It’s rather pleasant…much, MUCH better from some places in the United States that I’ve been too. My eyes look around and it doesn’t take me long to realize that every male is wearing a kippuh…head coverings if you will. Being that I packed one for my trip in my carry-on bag, I dig around inside and slide it on top of my head… At least I won’t stick out like a sore thumb, despite being from the Western world. Sigh…the West…makes me think about what I need to do this weekend at Under Attack… NO! Not right now; not yet! I want to begin my other mission before I embark upon gaining the championship of my desire one more time.]

[I find myself racing down the corridor; trying to find the easiest way to get outside. It takes me about fifteen minutes as I have to stop and ask for directions two or three times. At least there are a decent number of English speaking patrons in Israel…not all of them speak just Hebrew. Thank god for that…I’m not fluent. The directions were more than plenty to spring me from the airport. Once under the sky, I breathe. There are a lot of aromas as there is a market about a street or so away. That just might be my first stop… Hey, if I’m going to be in my native homeland…may as well make the most of it…from the rich culture all the way down to the smallest falafel ball.]

Jay: Well…it was such a long flight… Time for indulgement! Then I’ll go on looking for her…

[I find myself making true on my promise…buying two pitas that are stuffed with falafel, tomatoes, lettuce and sprinkled with some kind of cheese. They tasted good; that’s all that matters. Besides, I wasn’t conducting a search on an empty stomach…being that it will be a few hours until I’m in Haifa…the scenery where she should be. Once I’m on the side of the street again, I flag down a cab and enter it…all in one smooth motion. Perhaps here will be one time that I won’t mind talking about my endeavors in the SCW…perhaps…]

Cab Driver: Haifa, eh? That will cost you a good deal of cents.

Jay: Trust me, I know that. I NEED to go there. Missing cousin I’m afraid…

Cab Driver: I doubt that you’ll find him or her. A lot of those people are reeling up there and most have fled. The ones that have stayed behind…probably relocated near to Haifa…not in it.

Jay: I guess I’ll find out for myself. Anyway, here’s a bit of the money up front… I wrestle for a living, so I’m not too concerned over a few bucks. I’m not going to cry about it.

Cab Driver: Haifa it is…

[The man counts the money that I’ve just given him… I can tell he won’t be much for companionship… Let’s just hope that he might prove me wrong… For now, I hold my thoughts on the inner side… Everyone will get the message though, loud and clear.]

Jay: So here I am…somewhere where I’ve never been before. Now I know that something resembling a war zone awaits me, but I’ll deal with it when the time comes, much like I’ll deal with any slime bag that chooses to step inside the Elimination Chamber this upcoming Sunday night! From the time that Drachewych announced the yearly scheduled main event, the names of the participants have jumbled around… Heck, we no longer have a champion either! Cid Turner used to be days ago, but for certain circumstances; the belt’s no longer his. I’m sure Greg Cherry has been ecstatic…well, somewhat anyway. The main point here…Cid might or might now want the championship back. One can never tell what the Masta of Speed has on his mind. One minute he holds the SCW Championship, deeming no one worthy of taking it. The next, he doesn’t give a rat’s ass about it! But Cid…he’s always been like that…so contradictory…even back in the Dynasty days.

[I shake my head… It’s definitely been a long road throughout the past three years.]

Jay: He’s the ONLY wrestler in this chamber that I’ve known for my entire SCW career…we’ve both been through the good times and the bad…when we were champions and when we were challengers. Now though we’re obviously sworn enemies…but I don’t mind that. Even if we were the best of friends, you wouldn’t see me stopping with the flying fists. If I get a chance to give him the Golden Moment and take the SCW Title for myself; it’ll be done. Oh sure…Cid’s turned back challengers from a decent load of SCW superstars…but if he hasn’t noticed…my name’s not on that list. He can not be considered an SCW legend until he gets by me…the ONLY wrestler in SCW history that harbors over sixty victories! Cid shouldn’t be fooled just because I’ve been facing Omarion Denton time and time again. During that stretch, I was building up my wrestling repertoire and I’m ready to FINALLY reassert myself into the SCW main event scene! Obviously the boss has taken notice…it’s why I’m here with yet another opportunity to become the apex of the SCW. That’s right Cid…I’ll even be over YOU!

But you’re not the only one to keep my eyes on… I know how some of us in the chamber actually want to win the title…yet there are a seldom few who don’t. I feel as if you don’t desire it as much as you did a few months ago when you won it in the SCW Title Tournament…where you were so proud of yourself for defeating Greg Cherry. However you’re not the worst case Cid…that title belongs to the Real Speed. And to think that his only holding of the SCW Title was a farce! Since that time where he stole the belt from you Cid back in 2004, he’s been ACHING to actually OWN the SCW World Championship, and it STILL hasn’t happened yet. He’s tried everything…kendo sticks, wooing bitches, and cheating until the cows come home! None of it’s worked. Maybe now he’s realized that he will NEVER hold the belt for as long as he lives. Or maybe he’s just given up the fight…much like he gave up in the Trios final…


Cab Driver: Sir, I can tell you’re thinking…about your wrestling or something?

Jay: You could say that… I just didn’t want to trouble you… I can think it all out in my mind… I have that power.

Cab Driver: Oh…psychic aren’t we?

Jay: Not even close.

Cab Driver: Well, I’m intrigued. You can talk out loud…perhaps I’ll gain some amusement out of it…

Jay: Maybe…

[I take a deep breath. This is still for my opponents…not for the driver. He’s just the one that happens to be lucky enough to hear me out… He should feel extremely honored…]

Jay: Greg Cherry…driver, he’s this one wrestler that I know oh so well…heck, I’ve lost to him and beaten him before. Yet again he stands in my way of true greatness. I don’t care how many times he’s lost to Cid; he’s still dangerous and a threat to me. He’s one threat that I will make SURE that I take care of…one way or another. I know that he hasn’t had much in-ring competition as of late…but that’s not surprising when you’re talking about every single member of the Syndicate. No, this time Greg will be in WAY over his head… It should prove itself…if he can’t beat Cid by himself and can’t beat him in a fatal four-way…how the HELL will he be the last one standing in the Elimination Chamber…and during his first go-around inside the solid cold steel too! This is my third, so I DEFINITELY have the experience factor. That might not mean anything to Greg, but it should. I’ll make sure that he forgets all about Ashley and his other friends once either he or I get unleashed from our door. We may have both been in Pay Per View and shared the same feelings towards some things, but any bonds are out the window now. This is about the SCW World Title…about having it around your waist so you can call yourself…CHAMPION!

Cab Driver: It’s not like I care, bu-

Jay: Hunter…he’s another one. Now unlike Greg, we never shared views from the very beginning. I’m not shocked with that result Hunter. I have NO RESPECT for anyone who rapes an innocent girl. Listen, I don’t fucking care if she’s wearing just bra and panties and standing on a stage in a strip club… That does NOT give you the free pass to do what you want! It’s hilarious; I can compare that to the Elimination Chamber. You want the SCW Title so badly; you better be ready, willing, and able to fight me for it then! Seriously, much like Greg, your schedule hasn’t been all that tough as of late… You’ve defaced CHBK’s son…congratulations. You’ve accomplished something that several others have as well. Oh, but even better, you got your ass hung at Rise to Greatness by a man that I soundly defeated just months prior in Christian Savior! Hunter…you may be bigger than me and way more egotistical, but that means NOTHING! I have my own strong suits and I’ll be DAMNED sure to exploit them…! So you might want to wake up and smell the coffee before it’s too late…! As a matter of fact…all SIX of them should! You know, instead of fucking over decent, random women… How will that make you feel good when I’m waltzing around with the championship? Well, not exactly waltzing, but I’ll be one happy son of a gun! Meanwhile, you’ll only grin at the memory of killing a raped woman in blood. Way to go Hunter…and way to go to the two others that still remain in this chamber du jour!

Cab Driver: That just sounds disgusting… At least I digested my lunch about an hour ago…

Jay: Yeah, good thing… I’m just going to continue though…

Cab Driver: DON’T! You said you were better with talking to yourself. So go ahead…have a party…I apologize for asking…

Jay: That’s perfectly fine to me.

[I relax as much as I can before turning my head to Josh Hudson. He did well last year in the chamber; that’s documented. Only CHBK and Lethal Weapon bettered him… That’s saying something…]

Jay: Now if only Josh you didn’t have a buddy that pulled a Hunter or pulled a Superstar… Quite frankly, I don’t need to give you the same spiel. I thought you were a bigger man than that…and while you didn’t DIRECTLY kill Angela, in a way, you’re still involved secondhand. You can put two and two together to figure out what occurred at the crime scene. It’s a good sense to have Josh…but if I were you, I’d SAVE those senses. You’re going to need them in a few days’ time because this year, I’m not messing around. I’m not thinking solely about Martha or Sparkle this time. My head isn’t being divided into two million pieces… This time my focus is here and that’s a deadly alignment for you or anyone else that happens to confront me in that chamber and try to take away my chance at beginning my second SCW World Championship reign! You can concentrate fully on the mysterious Superstar, but let’s face it; he won’t show his face until he’s good and ready…even though I already have a GOOD idea of who it is… And if it IS who I’m thinking…how DARE you compare me to him! I’m nothing like the Superstar… I wouldn’t try to screw a certain person over and over again, just to deprive him of success. That’s not my mark Josh…you of all people should know that!!! But you know what…? Since you have me on him…let’s talk a bit about this “superstar”.

This man who I think it is…he’s always been known as quite the bastard child. For months he meddled and meddled some more in my life…making my existence in SCW miserable. Hell, he even BEAT me once for a title belt that I possessed… Hey, if I’m wrong…so be it. I’m not going to be the one to dismiss the possibilities. I’ll be preparing for everyone and anyone…except for Chad Evans that is…being that he was a coward yet AGAIN and pulled himself out of the chamber. Typical…just as it will remain typical for you coming so close yet being so far away Josh…


Cab Driver: Hey, Haifa is only a few miles out…I’ll let you right out at the first street corner. I’m not going in there and getting my head blasted off.

Jay: Fine…whatever… I can fend for myself you know.

[The Cab Driver doesn’t respond; no comeback I gather. Not like I’m in the mood for someone’s smart aleck remarks anyways. I’m in the mood for two items only…finding my now long lost Jewish cousin and taking the SCW Title into my possession. Finally after so long, the SCW will have a resilient superstar as their flagship. A champion that they can actually be proud of for a change…]

~TO BE CONTINUED…~
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Another loss, another match, another divorce, another paycheque, and yet another day in the life of Speed. This weekend he will be facing 6 other competitors for the World Title in an Elimination Chamber. Just another match that he has to walk into, and out of the loser. And with CHBK playing his own mind games with Speed, it's only a matter of time before our hero reluctantly has to fade away from the public eye, and just keep getting richer.

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***The scene starts out with Speed dragging a heavy dufflebag through a parking lot. Finding his car, he tosses the bag into the trunk and is about to get in when his cellphone goes off. Taking a look at the number, a confused look comes over his face, but none the less he picks it up.***

Speed- Hello?

Voice- Speed ol' buddy how ya been? It's Tony, you remember me right.

Speed- Tony... Vincenzo? That agent from LA?

Tony- Yeah, yeah that's me. I got some good news for you baby.

Speed- Oh yeah? What's that? It better be more money.

Tony- How's 23 extra dollars sound, I just got back a copy of your record sales.

Speed- Ah yes.. that record. Did Kid Rock ever sue us on that one?

Tony- Nah, I took care of it for ya. Remember he's a big fan of you, and he thought it was cute that we would rewrite all of his top hits.

Speed- Well, rewrites not really the word. More like replaced his name with mine, and changed a few things here and there. Anyways, I sold one of them?

Tony- Yeah, some kid bought it. Claims he's your number one fan.

Speed- And how is this good news anyways? I only sold one copy.

Tony- Speed relax, you get some publicity out of it. See this kids a special case, turns out he's paralyzed from the waist down, wheelchair type kid, you know the deal. Anyways, you hang out with him for a day, I'll get some press coverage on it, and you'll look like the good guy to the world.

Speed- Unfortunatly publicity doesn't win me matches.

Tony- You'll get some merchandise sales out of this, your money is good in my hands Speed, I'm starting to turn you a good profit. And besides, ain't you making more jobbing then you were winning?

Speed- I'd rather not talk about it, it's starting to get humiliating.

Tony- We'll talk about that another time then, but you gotta meet this kid, we're flying him out to see you tomorrow morning.

Speed- Alright, alright.. but I want this to be a big headline ok. Speed cheers up cripple or something. You work your magic.

Tony- Alright, that's my boy. I'll give you a call tomorrow afternoon, tell you how things work out. Ok?

Speed- Ok, talk to you later Tony.

Tony- Wait.. Speed.. just don't do anything stupid for once will ya?

Speed- Yeah.. whatever. Call me tomorrow. Chow.

Tony- Chow.

***Speed closes his cellphone and looks around, getting into his car he starts it up and drives off.***

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The Next Morning

****Speed is sitting in a limo watching a closed circuit television, trying to catch any wrestling news about him. The station doesn't mention his name once, and goes on to talk about another rising federation. Beside him is a bulky looking man with dark sunglasses on wearing a business suit. He looks and dresses like an FBI agent, as he watches tv with Speed.***

Speed- Rising federation looking for some top stars eh.. I'll think about it. What about you man? You thinking of wrestling.

Man- Who me? Nah, I just do this security business. Pays the bills.

Speed- What's your name anyways?

Man- Friends call me "The Wall". That's all anyone really needs to know.

Speed- Nice name.. they call me Speed. The Real Speed if you want to get formal.

"The Wall"- Thanks, and nice name yourself. A bit odd isn't it?

Speed- To many posers out there, had to let everyone know who the original Speed was. It works. Where's the kid anyways? He's late.

"The Wall"- I don't know, I was just told to protect you with my life.

Speed- Tonys got to much money invested in me, I pay his bills if ya know what I mean. Not that I'm worried about my number one fan killing me or anything.

"The Wall"- Regardless, I'm your security from now on.

Speed- Works for me, you sure you're not intrested in the wrestling business?

"The Wall"- I'm intrested in protecting my clients and making money.

Speed- I'll work something out for you, a man like yourself could be useful to me. What's that out there? *Speed points outside*

"The Wall"- Looks like your number one fan. I'll get the door.

*** "The Wall" get's out of the limo and opens the door for the kid. His wheelchair is awkward to get in at first, but with the amount of room in the back of the limo, he easily finds a place to park. He looks at Speed with wide eyes and nervously holds out his hand.***

Speed- Hi, I'm Speed. *shakes hand*

Kid- I.. I... I... I'm Gary. I can't b..b ....b.... believe I'm meeting you.

Speed- Nervous?

Gary- A little. I stu...stut... stutter alot.

Speed- Well nice to meet you Gary. Thanks for buying my cd.

Gary- It rocks dude.

Speed- Good to hear, so anything special you want to do today?

Gary- Six Flags!

Speed- Uhh.. damn, how do I break it to you kid. Umm.. yeah I went to Disneyworld last week. Maybe we could go watch a baseball game or something?

Gary- I don't like bas.. base... baseball.

Speed- Well what do you like?

Gary- Video games, and you.

Speed- You want to play some video games with me?

Gary- *gasp* Really?

Speed- Yeah, check this out.

***Speed slides open the back window and talks with the driver.***

Speed- We got a PS2 in here?

Driver- Yes sir, it's already built in, check your remote control for the game button. Controls are beside the alchol compartment.

Speed- There's an alchol compartment? Why wasn't I informed.

Driver- Sir your agent asked me not to stock up the alchol, I just followed the instructions given to me.

***Speed closes the window and scans his remote for the game button. Finding it, he pushes it as "The Wall" hands him two wireless controllers. The tv screen has a selection of games to play as Speed let's Gary pick one.***

Gary- Let's play.. SCW..

Speed- We have a video game? I thought they were bullshitting me.

Gary- Ha ha, you're funny Speed.

Speed- I'm going to kick your ass man.

***As the game boots up and they get to the character selection screen, Speed notices the different ratings for superstars. Looking for himself he finds that his rating is a mere 62 out of 100.***

Speed- What the...

Gary- What's wrong?

Speed- Shouldn't my rating be higher? Who's the best superstar in this game?

Gary- CHBK, Cid and.. Cha.. Cha... Chad Evans.

Speed- Am I any good in this game?

Gary- I beat the game with you, it was really really hard though. I lost alot.

Speed- Wow.. talk about a slap in the face.

Gary- Hurry up and play.

***Speed picks himself and waits for the game to load. "The Wall" watches on with intrest as Speed does his entrance in the game. Gary has picked CHBK to play as, and smiles when he comes down.***

Speed- Well at least I finally get to beat CHBK for once.

***Speed starts pressing random buttons as he tries to figure out what to do, but Gary expertly rolls him up with a school boy. Speed laughs as he thinks he will kick out, but instead loses.***

Speed- WHAT THE HELL!!

Gary- Ha ha.. I bea.. bea.. beat you.

Speed- Rematch, NOW.

***Speed tries again but loses when he grabs a steel chair from outside and hits CHBK with it.***

Speed- Oh so you can win with a schoolboy but the out cold ref see's me hit you with a chair. This game sucks dude, want to do something else yet?

Gary- I'm having fun.

Speed- Well I think I have to take you outside. Keep playing, I'll find out what's going on.

***Speed picks up his cellphone and starts dialing Tony's number. After a few rings he finally picks up.***

Speed- Tony it's Speed. We need to talk like.. now.

Tony- What's up baby? You get the limo?

Speed- Yeah yeah, everythings good. Except I have no clue what to do with this kid. Where's my media?

Tony- Ok, you must not have gotten my email this morning.

Speed- Email? It would be nice to even have a computer.

Tony- You don't have a computer? How did you get an email address?

Speed- Former agent gave me one, never check the damn thing. Get me a computer for future use.

Tony- No problem, I'll have it in your hotel by the end of tonight. But what you have to do now is get to this empty building. I told the media to meet you there, and inside they can interview you and Gary. Simple stuff like who you are, why you're hanging out with Gary. I made it simple enough that not even you can screw it up. Remember to hug the kid at the end, that'll make a good front page photo. When you're done there you can have the limo driver drop Gary off at the airport where he'll go back home. Get a copy of you and him hugging, sign it, and send him off.

Speed- Well jeez, would have been nice to know this before. Does the driver know where to go?

Tony- Yeah, so you take him there, do your thing and be good. We're making you some money remember that, anyways, I got some things to do so chow baby, give me a call if you need anything.

***Speed says goodbye to Tony, and closes his phone. Gary is still playing the PS2 as Speed opens up the drivers window and gives him the order to meet the media. Closing the window, Speed sits back and watches Gary destroy opponent after opponent on the video game.***

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Media Coverage

***Speed is sitting across from a reporter while a cameraman stands behind her. Gary sits beside Speed with a huge smile on his face. When Speed told him he would be on television, he immediatly put down the PS2 controller. It seemed to be the only way to get him off the damn thing. The reporter tells the cameraman to start rolling as she starts out the interview.***

Reporter- This is Trisha Bowie bringing you yet another celebrity interview. Today we have SCW superstar The Real Speed and his special guest Gary who is hanging out with him for a day. So tell us Speed, how did this all come together?

Speed- Well when I found out that Gary here was the first person to buy my cd, I offered him a free trip down to Chicago to meet me. He agreed and well here we are today.

Trisha- Well that sure was nice of you. Speaking of your cd, some people have claimed that it's nothing more then one of Kid Rocks cd's with a few words here and there changed around. What are your thoughts on these comments.

Speed- They are absolutely correct. Kid Rock and I are good friends and he laughed when I gave him a copy of the cd. He loved the idea because not only does it help me expand into other branches of media, it gives him a bit of publicity as well. And as they say in the entertainment business, any publicity is good publicity.

Trisha- That they do ha ha, so today you and Gary have obviously been hitting the town. Tell us, what did you two do today?

Speed- Well I picked him up, and he got to ride in a limosuine with me. I think he really did enjoy that, and he certaintly jumped for joy when I told him he could be on television. We had a fun filled afternoon, but I'd like to keep the details between him and I. Gives him a good story to tell his friends back home.

Trisha- Well as much as we'd like to know, we can't exactly pry it out of you. So Gary, did you enjoy yourself today?

Gary- Yes Spe..Spe... Speed is the best.

Trisha- You heard it from his number one fan first, ladies and gentleman The Real Speed is the best.

Speed- And if I may add something here Trisha. You can catch me live in action this Sunday when I wrestle for the SCW World Heavyweight Title in an Elimination Chamber. Be sure to get your tickets to this event before they're all sold out. Or order it on PPV, because to see the best, you have to pay.

Trisha- We'll be sure to do that down at the station. Any final comments from either one of you?

***Speed reaches over and gives Gary a hug.***

Speed- I'd like to thank Gary for being my number one fan, and my coolest fan ever.

***Speed gives the cameras a smile as they stop rolling.***

Speed- Ok, how was that?

Trisha- Excellent, we'll be sure to air this later tonight. Thanks for stopping by.

Speed- No.. thank you. One more thing, do you have a camera on you?

Trisha- Always, as a reporter it's important to carry all recording devices.

Speed- Can you take a picture of Gary and I?

Trisha- No problem.

***Trisha snaps a quick shot of Speed with his arm around Gary, and waits for it to instantly develop. She hands it over to Speed who quickly signs it and gives it to Gary.***

Gary- Wow.. thanks Speed!

Speed- No problem kid. But this is where I have to say goodbye. I have a match to prepare for this Sunday afterall. The limo will take you to the airport where I'm sure your parents are waiting for you.

Gary- Goodbye Speed. Tha.. tha... thanks for a fun day.

Speed- You to kid, you to.

***Speed helps Gary into the limo where "The Wall" is watching tv. He nods at him, as Speed motions for him to step out of the limo to come talk to him.***

"The Wall"- What's up? Are we done here?

Speed- Yeah, the kids going home. *slapping the limo two times it pulls off.* But I have another job for you.

"The Wall"- What's that?

Speed- Wanna be my full time security?

"The Wall"- I already am.

Speed- I meant in the ring, I can arrange something for you right now. You tell me how much you want to make and I'll try to get it for you. All I need you to do is watch my back. Sneak attacks and so on. A big guy like yourself should be more then enough to take care of my enemies.

"The Wall"- You get me 50,000 a year and I'll sign on today.

Speed- Stop by the arena on Sunday, I'm sure Oleksa will have a contract offer for you. You got a place to stay tonight?

"The Wall"- Of course, I do live here you know.

Speed- Got any kids? A wife?

"The Wall"- Nope, I'm a bachelor.

Speed- Good, cause you'll be packing everything you want to take with you tonight. Two bags that's it. Meet me at the hotel in the morning. I'll get you trained on what to do.

"The Wall"- I haven't even signed a contract yet?

Speed- Consider this your tryout then, you and I.. we're going places from now on. Just keep your eye on the television tonight. I'll be airing out a lot of dirty laundry.

"The Wall"- Yes sir. I won't let you down.

***Speed starts walking down the street with "The Wall" and gives him the basic idea on what he will be doing for Speed as well as some personal pointers.***

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***Speed returns back to his hotel to find a brand new laptop sitting on his bed. Instruction on how to use it are placed on top, as he checks it out. As he fools around on it, he starts to get the hang of things and finds the email Tony had sent him. Nodding in approval of his new toy, he sets it aside and takes a deep breath, running his hands through his hair. Grabbing the video camera that he keeps with him, he sets it up on the dresser and starts pacing around the room. Finally turning it on, he continues his pacing.***

Speed- Now.. I'm not quite sure how I want to do this. I mean, six other guys are going to decimate my words if I don't do this carefully. So let's start out with the basics. Yes there is an elimination chamber, and yes the World Title is at stake. We have one guy who is choosing to remain hidden, but we're supposed to fear. Do I fear him? Hard to say. I'm uncertain of him more or less. Nobody really knows the damage he could do. I mean, being brought in as a former SCW Wrestler brings alot of possibilities to my mind. On the top of that last however, are men I thought I'd never see again. And judging by this mans actions.. I've been left more confused then ever. I really have no clue who it could be. And congrats to you "Superstar Static" for remaining unknown this early on. But as I look around at the rest of my opponents, I see things as they really are. I'm the weak link in this one. I'm the guy that nobody expects to win, the underdog so to speak. So this would bring me to Josh Hudson first. The usual weak link, the overlooked one. The whiner in my honest opinion.

Speed- Don't know what I'm talking about Josh? Well take a look at everything from a different perspective. Last time I was running around here, doing my thing, and being on top. You claimed you were underrated, misused.. and so on and so on. But a year has gone past since those times, and yet you haven't changed one bit. Which leads me to believe that it's not SCW mistreating you, it's yourself. You haven't made an impact, you didn't do anything with your career. Look at it this way. Remember a long long time ago when I The Real Speed was running rampant and wild around here? When I would stir up shit every week, and could get away with it? Well back then I was the overlooked one, the one who people would fear, but no care about until the last minute. Now look at me now. A joke of SCW, a loser.. even a jobber. I haven't done anything good match wise this year. Yet here I am, in the Elimination Chamber. Why though? Because I did something. I did something before my career went down the drain. I got some publicity here and there, I made a stable that is surely crumbling apart now, and I got myself a hot girlfriend whom just left me. But that's ok.. I got here. I used everyone that came my way to get a shot at the World Title. And to be quite honest now that I'm here, I'm really contemplating on how much I want it. Some would and have gone on to say that I gave up. That I lost passion for this business. And to be honest with everyone.. I really have. But that's why I'm here today to explain my recent actions. See.. I came to one Oleksa Drachewych at the start of this year. I told him what I wanted and how much money I wanted. And guess who said no? That's right.. he didn't care if I was back or not. So I made a stupid decision, I asked him how I could make the money I wanted and get a World Title shot this year. Know what he told me? He said he needed a jobber, a joke of SCW so to speak. Someone to get the new guys over, and to make the main event guys stronger. So I sold out. I gave up my reputation of being a great wrestler with minimal losses.. for a few hundred thousand dollars. And I realize now that it was a mistake. All the money in the world cannot bring back my career now.. no, I have to do it myself.

Speed- Which leads me onto the World Title. It seems this could very well be my last shot at it, now that I've aired out that little bit of information. So that being said, I have to go out there and finally give it my all. I have to show the fans and all the critics that The Real Speed is not a joke, but rather a force to be reckoned with. And you know what, I feel that I can do it. Deep down inside of me I begin remembering the high I used to get from wrestling. A high I don't even get anymore because I already know the outcome. I miss going out there and not knowing whether I would be out wrestled that night or not. And I'm a junkie for that high, I've been denied it for so long that it's soon to become an obsession with me once again. And all I have to do is defeat people like you Josh. I have to prove to you that you're not underated but rather overrated. The whole "I'm misused around here, don't get what I deserve" attitude, it needs to go. Losing to someone like me.. well that would be all the proof you need. See now that I'm a joke people will laugh at you. They'll say "you lost to Speed of all people" and what are you going to say to that? Tell them how amazing of a wrestler I am? Tell them it's no shame to lose to me? Those days are long gone for now. Key words.. for now. So really Josh, you're in the same boat as me here. We either let our careers simmer where they are, or we get off our asses and do something. What's it going to be? You going to be continue calling yourself "The Whole Mother Fuckin' Deal?" or are you going to bow down to "The Real Fuckin' Deal"? The balls in your court Josh, I suggest putting your heart and soul into this match, it may be your only choice to do anything in SCW for a long long time.

Speed- And moving on.. we have Pay Per View here. Some guys I've gotten to know very well over the last couple of months. Jay Gold.. a man I never respected and never will. I'm sorry Jay, but inviting you to join Pay Per View was a wrong move on my part. Not because of your win loss record, but because of who you are. You're annoying to me plain and simple. You walk around thinking your shit doesn't stink, thinking you're a proper main eventer around here, and hanging onto broken memories. When are you going to change Jay? You've been with SCW since the beginning and yet.. you fail. You fail to be anything here, just as I do. Doesn't that make you a hypocrit? A fuckin' bold faced lier? How can you come out here on national television and call me a failure? WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?! Look around you Jay.. look around you and ask everyone that question. I see one man around here who has done something. And his name is Cid Turner. Whom I will get to much later. Look at the cold hard facts Jay. Nobody cares about who won what match and when they won it. They care about who beat who for the title. Who held it for x amount of time. And who is the most entertaining superstar on SCW televison. That's how you do something around here, that's why you brag about. Do I have anything to brag about? You're god damned right I do. I sat around on my ass, jobbing to pathetic wrestlers, and all for a World Title shot and money. And yeah, I may not be proud of it.. but damn it, it's something to brag about. Look at the roster and you'll find a handful of superstars who are more deserving of this shot then I am. And yet.. they don't get it. But do you deserve it Jay? No.. not at all. Want to know why you're really here? It's because of me. It's because I came to you, and offered you a place in PPV. That's why you're here. If it wasn't for the failure known as PPV, you and I would both be sitting on the sidelines, maybe even having a match against each other. We would have been replaced with CHBK and Chad Evans. I know this..because it's the most obvious of things to see. So cut the bullshit around here, and realize that you suck just as much as I have this year. You're not a big time superstar that everyones worried about. In fact, they're laughing at you right now. They're laughing at me, and they're laughing at Hudson. Who you ask? That "Superstar Static", Greg Cherry, and Cid. "Superstar Static" thinks he has this match won already, Greg Cherry and Cid are just sitting back while we all make fools of ourselves and self masterbate about our current run in SCW. So my suggestion to you is simple.. think before you speak, and get your facts straight.

Speed- And my former tag team partner from PPV, and the one guy I could actually relate to.. Hunter, has been placed in this tournament. Now if you noticed Hunter, I haven't sayed your name all day. And for a good reason, I'm unsure about you. I don't know how baddly you want this, I mean you go from making comics to wanting to hold the SCW World Title.. makes my head hurt to be honest. But I know deep down inside it's probably just a master plan of yours. Throw us all off and then strike when our backs are turned. See, all those days we got drunk, we'll I figured you out during them. I know not to trust you, and to keep an eye on you. A potential candidate to win this match, yet a potential first out. You're stuck in limbo pretty much. I mean one week you'll be more focused then ever, and then you lose it. Where does it all go? Well, I already know. See Hunter, you're obviously bipolar. You change your mind faster then Lenne changed her's about loving me. And come Sunday, your success will depend on your mood. Will you sit this one out and think of your comic book character? Or will you be throwing fists and elbows at anything moving? Enlighten us all, I'm curious to hear what you have to say.

Speed- Now as much as I would like to point out the obvious flaws in Cid Turner next.. I think I'll do a bit more research on him before I speak one more word towards him. This is what I do know about you Cid. You're not one to be overlooked. In fact you're the only one in this match who has gone from the bottom up. I remember when I first stole the title from you, I ruined your big moment and took all the spotlight for myself. When I had heard you were champion of SCW again, I honestly laughed. I thought "Little Cid Turner as Champion? Ha, I'll take it from him again." And then I took a look at what you were doing. Was I impressed? Yes. Was I shocked? Yes. You've done everything you were told you couldn't do. You beat top competitors, and held that title for a long ass time. Did you get the respect you deserved? No.. and that's what makes me wonder if the Title is what makes a good wrestler. You were the poster boy for underused. Fuck Josh Hudson, you had the world in the palm of your hands and got overshadowed by everyone. And that's why I want to do some better research on you. If you beat top competitors, I have to find out what they did wrong. I have to scour over hours upon hours of matches and find any flaw you may or may not have. Do I think your invincible though? Hell no.. there's a way to bring you down, and once I figure it out.. I'll have another hurdle jumped over. But until then, this mouth will stay shut, and my ears will stay open.

Speed- Now Greg.. I don't suppose it's fair to just leave you out of this. The king of parody as I would prefer to call you. Then again, that is what you'll probably do. A couple of gameshows this week Greg? No? A few words with your wife? Maybe something intresting will happen between you two? A fight? No? I really don't know what your going to do Greg. But you should probably do something soon, after all I do need to sleep this week. Some people have called me an underachiever, but I would like to reserve that title for you. I mean.. you've failed more times then I have at this World Title stuff. And yet, you owe your entire career to me. It's weird how that came to be isn't it? I mean, here I am this big huge star, there you are this rising star.. you beat me.. you become a star. And now it looks as if the tables have turned. I'm not this falling star, while you remain shining a decent light. So I guess I have to take you out to stop from falling any lower.. easier said then done. Record wise at least. I don't think I've ever won anything against you Greg. You've always squeeked by me. Kind of like at Taking Hold of the Flame. I tried to cheat, and you stopped me. That's why I plan on revising my gameplan. I'll let you in on that on a later day though. You're a good wrestler Greg, don't get me wrong. It's just.. you give me no reason to like you. No reason to say "That Greg Cherry is a shoe in for winning the World Title." You need to work on that. I reccomend you stop being a family man, look at Adam Riddick.. do you really want to end up being a loser like him? Or are you and Ashley just that perfect couple. The couple that will last forever and ever until death do you apart? Pssh, yeah right. Just look at it this way Greg. If you ever come home and find her fucking another man, or women. There's always a spot on my hotel floor for you. We've spent the better part of avoiding each other since Rise to Greatness, and rightfully so. I will never see eye to eye with you Greg, and I do hope you succeed one day. But rest assured, that day will not come until I am six feet underground. I'm not letting you slip by me one more time.. not when the stakes are this high. But then again.. if we were playing a game of poker here, I could be bluffing. So what's it going to be Greg? You going to call my bluff and go all in? Get back to me on that one.. cause you're another superstar that I'm just dying to here from.

***With that, Speed blows a kiss towards the camera, and shuts it off. As he's putting his camera away, his cell phone starts ringing. Picking it up, he calmly answers it.***

Speed- Hello?

Voice- Is this The Real Speed?

Speed- Sure is... who's this?

Voice- Let's just say that I know you, but you don't know me. I want you to do me a little favour.

Speed- Who is this?

Voice- There's a package waiting for you in a security vault. Go to The Foster Bank and unlock box 357. The key is already in your mailbox downstairs in the lobby. Further instructions are included there.

Speed- What? WHO THE HELL IS THIS?

*click and dead tone*

Speed- DAMN IT.. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!

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****WARNING****
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Scene One
{The place I call home now was nothing but an abandoned ranch style home. It has been abandoned since its previous owner committed double homicide and then suicide. The blood stain of his wife was rubbed mostly out but the spot remains slightly in the center of the family room’s carpet. The location of where his daughter face was bashed into the wall was now written over by graffiti. The supposed story was that the man had walked into the house and discovered his wife committing adultery. The man was pushed to the point where he waited until his daughter came home, to wash the evidence of his wife’s existence off the earth. This included the execution of his own daughter, who he had at the time doubts if she was even his daughter. After he had done the dirty deed, he realized what he has done. In guilt, he took his own life. After which juveniles had broken in and vandalized the place. It was supposedly haunted by ghosts.}

{I personally like the atmosphere, and it provides a good lesson. It is a great thing, like I explained recently to my foes, to go out and do what you want whenever you want. However, if it involved any undesirable consequences, which are things we don’t want, it’s best to take every precaution to never get caught. Hell, it’s best to do it so no one knows. Too bad my lesson plan wasn’t pounded into the heads of my enemies. The house is completely emptied now and I am now left completely alone, after I scared away some punks one summer night. The bed room still has a bed, where I wouldn’t be surprised if teenage guys didn’t brings their gals back there for a hell of a ride. I frankly didn’t care. It was human nature, and I already explain how human nature works with me.}

{I stand there in the family room, on a plastic chair. I sit there, drinking out a bottle of Jack Daniels as I sat there bored. I am waiting anxiously for the next set of orders. The one topic that does not seem to leave my mind was the Elimination Chamber for the SCW Championship belt. The afternoon sun shines in though the blinds, printing bars of shade across my bare chest. Fresh scars ran across my body, in every location you would find one. It was the test I had to take to become the chosen one for my lord. The heir of hell I am, though someone called me a laughingstock. It’s time for my rebuttal. It’s time for me to go on attack. It’s my turn, and there won’t be anymore laughter after I speak.}

[Myself]

Since I left the realm that is Supreme Championship Wrestling, I am amazed the characters I now find within its borders. The two men that have showed their faces have done what I have told them to though it seem like they are trying to out do me. The champion still lays silent, the only other threat have not open his mouth to mock yet, and the two men that I though I would have some respect for have made fools of themselves. I had too high of expectations. I thought of my foes to be something of high knowledge, but hopefully their complete lack of intelligence outside the ring is not the same as it will turn out to be inside the ring.

Hunter… you are approaching my beliefs fast and quickly. You are following me, like it or not. I have seen you before and I can tell that are the closet to being one of my students. I promise you can do anything you want under my command. I will give you desires. I can promise you power, money, almost anything you could possibly ask for. But there is one thing you must do. There’s one thing you must do so you can be spared the death of your career. There’s one thing you must do you can be part of the revolution. That one thing is to bow down onto your knees… beg for your forgiveness… before your forgiveness.

Forgiveness for what you ask?

You are standing in my way. You might not know who I am, so it’s understandable. So back down, pledge allegiance to me. Swear allegiance and you will be spared. Don’t bow down, it will your biggest mistake to date. But that’s not all that you have to ask forgiveness for. You have to stop holding back all that anger, all those desires… and release it onto SCW. You and I… you and I could cause mayhem, could open up these pricks’ minds. You and I could take over.

You don’t need PPV; they’re holding your back. All they want is you to fail miserably. But I, all I want you to do is to be part of something successful for once in your life. You could be the building block of one of the biggest events in mankind.

Or like I said earlier, stand up and fight me. But I promise it it’s only means your failure. Your PPV won’t stand behind you. We all know that. You can hear those voices speak in the back of your head. It’s not paranoia. It’s common sense. Jay Gold wants gold. The Real Speed wants gold. Greg Cherry wants gold. But if you join my side, I promise you gold. I promise you will get this belt one day. I promise you will get belt within weeks. When I step down, you can take my place as master of SCW.

But this is an offer that I know you will reject. I know you very well. You will turn it down because all you can think of is that piece of gold around YOUR waist. But it won’t be that way… you will see that clearly when I reveal myself.

The belt shall be around MY waist.

There are you only options… To die or to survive, what will you pick? Will you be blinded by your greed, Hunter? OR will you play it smart and when you see the power I process, you will simply back down. You chose… you’re the only man with a choice. Everyone else is simply going to be crucified in that bloody ring.


{I begin to laugh in a savage tone. However, to me, the laugh seems to be more poetic. I stand up, leaving the bottle behind and walk over to the wall. The profanity, the crude drawings, the signatures of lovers, and other messages were written over the white wall of the family room. The excitement these kids must had stepping into a “haunted” house. But if they do it again, I might have to find a way to dispose of them in a smart. }

[Myself]
Though Hunter, you could be worse off. Being Josh Hudson must be a fate worse than anything you could experience in jail or even Christian hell for that’s sake. I think it must be terrible for Josh to carry around such a bad repetition. He continues to go on about how he is a wrestling machine, but then talks about how he takes breaks from wrestling because he is frustrated. I guess you are a wrestling machine with a broken gear or something of the sort. Machines are meant to continue working in an efficient way. And if my memory serves correctly, it seems that you take breaks quite often. You’re a machine that needs to be oiled constantly, and you break down too easily. So yes, if you want to metaphorically describe yourself as a piece of junk machinery that you would find in the sweat shops of India… then go right ahead. It’s the truth.

You’re insulting me, and that’s good for you Hudson. You feel like you are the superior being, don’t you? You even call yourself cocky, but in all honestly, you’re just building up confidence in yourself. You’re not cocky. That’s a major problem with you. You try to come off as an overconfident son of a bitch, but you’re not. Hell, it’s a ploy I executed in one of my runs here. I always admitted to being cocky, so I wouldn’t seem it to the masses. I seemed to be falsely human, but in reality… I knew I was something more than a mere mortal. In the back of my head, I was playing the crowd. I was trying to make them believe that I was their perfect god loving hero. But I was not. I don’t try to play both sides now. I am who I am. And you all will find out pretty soon who exactly I am.

Still you have called me a laughingstock, for pointing out the truth about Hitler and Stalin? I think it was an actually serious topic but I guess it is pretty funny once you think how idiots believe the history books instead of drawing their own conclusions. You say that no one will care if I return. But I damn know you will care. I damn know the whole world will care. When they see my face again the entire arena will explode... in cheers, no doubt. But I am here to please them anymore. I am here to please my goals… to further my own life as a subject to my lord. But fear not, fear not… What I shall do what I come down to the ring is something that you never done in your career. It will send shock waves down though out the food chain of SCW, and it will send a stronger message that you ever sent to your opposition. Hudson, you are a beautiful piece of work. You will run and hide, I already know it. When you see my face…

But let me rule out your guesses as who it could be… who I could be, the man that hides in the shadow. Oh yes, I fear to show my face but then again I am scheduled to come down to the ring at Under Attack. Only if you could make sense, you would be taken seriously. Lethal Weapon was fired and have quit several times. Xander Valentine was fired by Drachewych. How do you suppose they would stand a chance in getting into this match? Question the logic of your guesses and you completely lack logic.

So go ahead and insult me some more… but please make it worth everyone’s time. It’s not doing you any good by making a complete utter cunt of yourself.


{I continued to look down at the floor, a wide smile printed on my face. Yet you couldn’t see shadow, and you could only hear my snickering. I run my hand across the wall, feeling the scars from the years of abuse this house have seen. I walk out into the room with moldy countertops and an old relic of a refrigerator. The rebuttal stage is over; the time to reach out to the masses is now…}

[Myself]
Come to me… you Christian lambs that do nothing but peach the supposed will of your god. Too bad none of you listen to your preaching… you listen to your desires and that the way everyone should. Become animals, become slaves of your own wants, it’s all right. As long as it feels good, do it. There’s a new man in town. There’s a new order that is going to be established very soon. I am going to be your master, and don’t dare object to it. What you need is me? Don’t continue to act as if you were a good character out of your play, be yourself. Be free.

The men in power should fear us. Fear the day of reckoning, for that day… the world will break. Chaos, anarchy, true freedom will reign for the first time since apes have evolved into apes. Men will go insane; people will lose sights of their morals and will for the first time enjoy themselves. The need for survival will return… men vs. men, true warfare will be waged. But even if there will be great sacrificed, men will enjoy it. May the strongest take all; the victor takes the spoils. May the weak perish and die like it is their nature to do so. For that time, the pastor will finally emerge. He will not try to limit you; he will not try to say no to your wants… to yourself. He will only guide the way to a better life. He will control you but he will not. All you have to do is be his pawn and you will find happiness in whatever fate he bestows in you.

This is the revolution, prepare for it. Supreme Championship Wrestling… Hunter, Josh Hudson, Greg Cherry, The Real Speed, Jay Gold, and Cid… the breaking is about to occur. The bible might speak of many fears, but right now… you all six are in power… your apocalypse is upon you. The clock ticks down to the moment, the moment that within your nightmares it strives. It is your nightmare. Your dreams crushed, your future destroyed… what will you do? How are you going to prepare for advent? Are you going to laugh me off like Hudson have been already, or are you going to take some actions to prepare yourself. Failure is an option like Hudson said, but it is one that you will very best well try to avoid.

I will destroy you.


{With that I leave. I walk towards the front hallway, grabbing my coat that hung on a hook. I send for an instant, and turn quickly into a mirror hanging on the wall. You could not see my face; I could not see my face. My hair dangled below but below the grimy locks of hair, was a pearl white smile. The only problem with the picture there were a few teeth missing, otherwise it would have been beautiful. }

Scene Two
{My name is Abanddon… }

{I am the Angel of Abyss, coming to strike do your order. Chaos comes to play as only one man can make the rules. Limitless options, limitless fun, and limitless mayhem are my key platforms. Vote for me, and I will make you a live.}

{The window in the house was quite easily to be break without anyone hearing it. Reaching in from the hole I have made, the shards of remaining glass cut my arm. I frankly didn’t feel this pain. I unlock the door. I pull my arm out, more of my skin being torn apart by the grass. I open the door slowly opens up. This is the house of my blood. The order was to exterminate everyone who has my blood. Yet for some reason, I guess my transformation has not been complete. My heart to clings onto the compassion I felt for this man. He’s my blood; he is like a brother to me. I don’t want to kill him. I must. But I don’t want to.}

{The book reads that I must listen to the voice until the voice becomes mine. However, the voice and the book also told me to be free. Free to do whatever I want. I don’t want to kill him, I shall not kill him. I shall make him join me. Any mighty leader needs minions, and this man is perfect. To be exact, this man used to be my minion a long time ago...}

{My muddy boost leave marks on his white kitchen floor. The man used to be so young even when he proved himself to be a warrior. Now he has grown into a successful man, living his dreams but there is one call he will answer. There is one call that he will obey no matter what. Into the living room of Mark, I notice the television set is on. Late night talk shows, David Letterman talking with some movie actor that had no real conception of life. Then again, he is not too far past than the common man. No one have a real conception of life but me.}

{On the large round red couch is my cousin, lying asleep. He’s exhausted from another day of being the youngest CEO in his company’s history. Pride swells up in my heart, I molded this man. I command him, and it’s time to take command back over. I walk over to the recliner next to him, and sit down. I put my hand down onto his shoulder and squeezed hard. He jump a mile up into the air, his heart contracts as does the rest of his chest as he takes in his lung’s capability. He looks at him, and once again he does a jump. My cousin falls off the couch and stares at me. As if I am a visitor from the grave, but I’m not…}

{A visitor in the night comes to create his army of darkness.}

[My Cousin]

You’re… you’re alive! *Static* you’re alive! I can’t believe it. We all thought you were dead. It was the only right option. *Static* She didn’t want to believe it. But I guess you came back? I guess you came back because you heard what happened to her.

[Abanddon]
I was not dead. I just became transformed into something stronger.

[My Cousin]
What are you talking about? Transforming?

[Abanddon]
I found out who I am truly am. I found out what I must become to fulfill my destiny. I am my lord’s heir and his advocate, I must speak for him… and then I must become him.

[My Cousin]
What are you talking about? Are you okay? You look like shit, *Static* You don’t look like you been eating properly. You been taking your meds right?

[Abanddon]
I don’t need medicine. Don’t call me by that name any longer. You are my servant, and you shall call me your lord and master. I need your support, and I need your help.

{He stares at me for a second, acting as if he doesn’t even know what I am speaking of. Men might change but men like him don’t forget where his loyalty lies. However, he stands up, sitting back down onto the couch uncomfortably. He does not like this position. I can see the stress written all over his facial features in the glow of the television set. He reaches over to the remote, and mutes the television.}

[My Cousin]
What do you mean? I’m your servant. We only did that as a part of an image back in the heydays of our teaming to gather. What have gotten into you? I’m not going to call you master.

[Abanddon]
Do not hide it. You were my minion. You were my servants. You enjoyed it. It’s time to return to those times, it’s time to pleasure ourselves in pure freedom.

[My Cousin]
We were just having fun. We were just pretending. You and I… you and I were just fucking off just to appeal to some night owls in the crowd. Not seriously into the whole dark and evil.

{A surge of sweet anger busts out of my soul’s cage and flows freely though my body. I suddenly launch myself out of the seat and lift him by the throat. I throw him high above the floor, sending his back up against the wall. Every breathe becoming harder to take than the one before. Not able to breathe, my cousin begins to slam down onto my forearm. I see his eyes stare off into mine. I drop him. A grin on my face I turn my back to him. He begins to crawl towards the floor and quickly turn around. My black boot knocks the phone out of his hand, and it strikes up against the wall. The phone falls down in several pieces.}

[Abanddon]

Don’t you ever dare turn your back on me dog? I am your master. I should kill you. But I love you too much to do that. You will be my servant like it or not.

[My Cousin]
Fuck you! Fuck you! You barge into my house, trying to enslave me. How is that love?

[Abanddon]
It’s love because I was told to kill you. I chose that is not what I want. Therefore I will not. But I promise you, cousin… turn your back from my call, not only will you perish. I have heard that you have a newly wed beauty and a lovely child.

{His eyes budge out of his skull. He suddenly propels himself towards me, latching on my shirt as he it pulled it out. His punch comes at me and I take it. I laugh before slapping him aside with all my power. He lands into my recliner instead, holding it. I laugh off the bright red mark he probably left on my cheek. }

[My Cousin]
You couldn’t… you wouldn’t kill them. I know you too well.

[Abanddon]
I have already beaten a mother to the brink of death and stole her livelihood. Killing your wife and newborn will be far easier to accomplish.

[My Cousin]
You… you did that? You did that to *Static*…

[Abanddon]
You knew her? What a shame? I hope that sends you my message very clearly. Bow down to me, cousin… and you will be spared much anguish.

[My Cousin]
You loved her! I can’t believe that you would do that to her!

[Abanddon]
I felt like doing it. It’s quite simple and easy. The baby’s all right, I needed him for a very important role. I need you too.

{My cousin seems to be choking. Maybe it’s because he sees how serious this situation? Maybe it’s because he has fear balled up in the center of his throat. Maybe it’s because he have already seen the damage I can cause. No matter what, he was failing. My cousin climbed up him to his feet and begins to cough. Too many thoughts of worry and paranoia filled his head. With the repetition of a machine gun, they were flashing though his mind. Each flash is like a bullet to the heart. I sent an elbow to the spine, and out comes whatever he snacked on earlier in the evening.}

[Abanddon]

All of that pent up stress… all that fear that is boiling within you… it could all go away and it could open a gateway. Your wife and child could be spared if you just cave. Set your free, this is the path you want to take.

{My cousin couldn’t talk. He have reached rock bottom in matter of minutes. He wanted salvation. I backed off with just a nod of his head. He was now mine… bonded by fear and probably also by love, he was my soldier now.}

Scene Three
{I slept outside that night. The early autumn air was just the right temperature and the leaves were nice bedding. The stars overhead and the ground were stiff. I liked stiff. It only took a few minutes to fall asleep, not afraid of anything attacking me or whatsoever.}

{I often dreamed. I often dreamed a lot. The dreams were always pleasant one. They were about the dreams of my newfound freedom. I wasn’t always Abanddon. I used to be a loser that happened to have a lot of time on his hands while he wasn’t involved with wrestling. I dreamed constantly of my transformation. I took step up, from a mere worm graveling over daily hardships to the ultimate creature. The dream brought a smile to my face. It was when I opened my wings and flew as flew as a hawk. It was when my bondage was thrown off of me. It was when I really know how to be felt to be a real man.}

{I dreamed of my moment of transformation. The night I turned into what I am today. I can often remember the exact feeling of the incident, as if it just was happening instead of being just a dream. It was reminder, of who I am and what I must do. The erection I received from the delight I took in transforming. My lord told me how to do it; I heard my whisper in my ear that I was his chosen son. Now it was time for me to step up and become a real warrior.}

{I don’t remember why I was angry. All I remember I was robbed of something important in my life. It no longer matter what that was, it was in another life. All I knew that there was a group of people to blame. How ironic that it was my lord’s followers that to blame. But he told me I must kill them all. It would be a purge that would bring birth to a new generation. It would be the new generation that I would lead and that I would create a new glorious world.}

{They all slept in a military barrack set up. Women and men, all wore their robes as if they were men of the Christian God. They were all really sheep ready to be sacrificed by me on an altar. I was his hand, and I will do the killing. The hilt of the dagger was held tightly in my hand. This was my hammer and every thrust would be a nail. I will build a new foundation with their corpses. I swung open the door quietly; they thought I wouldn’t come back. They were going to hunt me tomorrow. The hunter became the hunted. The enlightened became the wrenched.}

{Come one, he whispered in my ear. Come on and stab them. Stab them and stab them until you are bathed in their bloods. It would feel good. I was still a coward and I constantly argued against the voice. But he convinced me… come on; they are the key to your happiness. I thought about what they have done, and it clicked. I could take them easily. I am the dragon… I am the beast. They have turned back into the mere maggots that they were born as. I have become the master of their destiny. All I have to do is thrust the blade into their soft flesh. All I have to do is to thrust the blade into their chest. All I have to do is thrust the blade into their heart. I must blow out their candles and make a wish.}

{The first thrust was hard but it was always the hardest. I was nothing but a weakling. I was nothing but a weakling. However, my arm swung down and the dagger dove in. I jerked it off to the side and tore apart flesh from the chest cavity. Over and over, crimson rain splattering across my face. All the others awoke with the screams and my moans of pleasure. How great it was to get what I wanted. No more cares, no more worries, I was set free.}

{They fought against their own master’s orders. I proved it was a mistake. The first few who went after me, I broke one neck with a slam onto the footboard. The next one came at me; I stepped underneath a swing and pivoted around the poor fool. The black sliced his throat with ease. He dropped down to clung onto the last minutes of his life. The rest begged for mercy but one by one… I systemically sacrificed them. I sent them to their ever burning pyres in the afterlife.}

{Their blood tasted so sweet.}

{My heart was about to explode with joy.}

{I was for once truly powerful.}

{The dream always comes to an end around this point. I seem to always finish with the last blow before look around at my work. A big grin always printed on my face as I watch the path of destruction I left.}

{It was the beginning of my new life… I was Abanddon, the Angel of the Abyss. These souls was dragged their by the judgment of my lord. One day, I will have to do the same. I will have to pass the same judgments. I cannot wait.}

{Fin}
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Greg Cherry
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And so it has come to this. This might be my final shot at greatness. Everything comes down to the Elimination Chamber. I’ve said it many times before and I’ll probably say it many times over, but I must win this match. I don’t care how many times I’ve lost to Cid, I don’t care if my Pay Per View buddies are in this, I don’t care who the mystery opponent is, because in my mind, none of it matters at all.

I’m stepping into a ring with now six other superstars in the hopes to regain the now vacated SCW Championship and whether or not Cid decides to show up is up to him. If I have to start the match, that’s fine. If I’m the last person to exit my chamber, then that’s fine, too. All that matters to me is the end result and if I’m not holding the SCW Championship above my head at the end of the night, then I don’t know what is to become of Greg Cherry.

I needed to get into the heads of my opponents to make them know that I’m there. How do I do that? I’ll let you be the judge.

The scene begins inside a local hardware store where the manager is opening his shop for the day. He is a disgruntled young man and he isn’t exactly the nicest of people. Being the only hardware store for a couple miles, though, he does generate a lot of business. What makes this situation even weirder is that he’s a fan of Kid Rock. I mean, a huge fan of Kid Rock. I bet you can guess where I’m going with this now.


Jim (on the phone): Damn, I hate when people come in here. Sometimes, I have such idiot customers that I want to take the hammer that they just bought and bash them over the head with it. Seriously, I had a man come in here who said that he was a construction worker and when I asked him what tools he needed, he gave me pictures of them and said that he didn’t know what they were called. This guy’s a damn construction worker and he doesn’t know the difference between a flathead and a Phillips head screwdriver. I was ready to beat the hell out of this guy asking him why the hell he’s a construction worker.

Just then, the manager Jim notices a female looking to enter his store.

Jim: Oh damn it. I got some dumb broad coming in here. Women are even worse than that dumbass constructionist. I’ve gotta go. Bye.

Jim hangs up the phone as the woman enters the store. She begins to look around the store as Jim eyes her the entire way. He turns his back to her and turns on the CD player. He begins to blare Kid Rock music and he sings along with it. Unbeknownst to Jim, the woman gives him a look showing her displeased reaction.

Woman (to herself): Geez, does he really have to blast that garbage?

Jim (shouts): And I feel like Jackson Mississippi! A river running through my veins!

Woman (to herself): I’m glad he wasn’t an American Idol contestant. He wouldn’t have even been selected to participate.

The woman reluctantly continues her trek through the store as she stops and finds what she thinks she needs. She finds a few nuts and bolts and proceeds to the checkout where the manager is still blaring the music.

Woman: Excuse me, sir…excuse me!

Jim ignores her and continues singing.

Jim (thinking): Maybe if I ignore her long enough, she’ll go away.

Woman: Excuse me!

Jim (thinking): Damn it. Oh well, I have to get rid of her somehow.

Jim turns off the music and turns around to face the woman. He has a rather indifferent look on his face.

Jim: Yes?

The frustrated woman tries to hide her disappointment with the customer service as she talks.

Woman: Yes, I needed to find some wheel bolts, but all I could find were these bolts. Do you think that they will still work with the project that my husband needs to do?

Jim: You need carriage bolts, not wheel bolts.

Woman: I know, but I couldn’t find them.

Jim: Then, look harder, they’re over there.

Woman: I honestly didn’t see anything over there that said “carriage bolts”.

Jim: Maybe if you learned to read.

Woman: What is the matter with you? You’re a store manager and you treat your customers like this?

Jim: The customers I get in here are complete morons who know nothing about hardware, much like yourself.

Woman: I don’t have to take this.

Jim: Fine, you know what? Take your bolts and nuts with you, too.

Jim picks up the bolts and threw them right in the woman’s face. She was startled and even fell back into a shelf with hammers and other tools. She clasped her face and noticed a trickle of blood coming from it. She began to cry.

Jim: I don’t need this kind of stuff in my store. Get out!

He picked the woman up and opened the door and tossed her to the sidewalk. He shut and locked his door and turned around his sign to say “Sorry, We’re Closed”.

Jim: I need to get out of this business, I have to deal with all of the idiots.

Meanwhile, on the outside, the woman still in tears drives away from the hardware store as Jim begins to blast Kid Rock music again. She wipes away her tears and drives several miles down the road until she pulls up to a sheriff’s station. She brings in a couple tissues to wipe the trickles of blood off of her face. She exits her car and enters the station and prepares to tell the ranger all about it.

Woman: I’m sorry, I don’t mean to barge into your office like this, but I was just at a hardware store down the street. The manager was blasting loud crap and I couldn’t hear anything and then he started to verbally and physically harass me while I was asking for some help for one of my husband’s projects. Could you do anything to help me, please?

The camera pans from the feet up of the ranger sitting at the table. The “Walker Texas Ranger” theme plays in the background as the camera slowly pans up to reveal yours truly in a cowboy hat, a jean jacket and a vest.

Woman: We’re not in Texas. Aren’t we in Chicago?

A record screech stops the music as I begin to speak.

Cherry: Yes, we are, but that’s beside the point. You’re saying that this store manager attacked you in his own store?

Woman: Yes, sir. I’m not sure if he was having a bad day or if that’s how he treats all his customers.

Cherry: I believe I have heard of this man. You said he runs a hardware store?

Woman: That’s right.

Cherry: I think I know who you’re talking about, then. We’ve been after this guy named James Abbott. He’s been running businesses of all different kinds and he has a known history of attacking his customers.

Woman: Why hasn’t anyone done anything about him, then?

Cherry: He hasn’t been in the Chicago area long. From what I heard, he’s a friend of one of my Pay Per View associates.

Woman: Who?

Cherry: If it was Kid Rock music that he was playing loudly, then his friend would be the Real Speed. I knew this James guy from a couple months ago when Speed introduced me. I didn’t think that this guy had his own nearly unstoppable crime wave of attacking civilians for no reason.

Woman: That doesn’t answer my question why nobody has stopped him.

Cherry: He usually gets out of town the day after an incident occurs. Based on some research that we uncovered, he escapes without a problem because the men and women who are attacked don’t report the incident until the day after it happens.

Woman: Why would they wait that long?

Cherry: The better question is, why would he wait that long? Surely, the word would’ve spread about this guy before he came here. Where did you say that this store was?

Woman: I didn’t say where it was, but it’s about 10 miles south of here.

Cherry: He probably hasn’t even started packing his bags yet. I’m going to get over there now.

Woman: Do you want me to come with you?

Cherry: If you can confirm the man’s identity, then yes, it would be helpful. How rude of me, though. I didn’t catch your name.

Woman: I’m Jill…and you are?

Cherry: The name’s Cherry, Penn Sensation.

Jill and I got into my truck as we drove towards the hardware store in search of Jim Abbott.

Jill: So, what do you want me to do?

Cherry: I’m going to take care of this guy, but I want you to stay out of sight completely. I’ll call on you when I need you. Understand?

Jill: Yes.

Cherry: Good.

Shortly after, I pulled up just outside of the hardware store as the manager wasn’t paying attention. I went up to the door and knocked on it. Jim still ignored me and continued playing his music. I began to knock harder and even try and open the door to no avail. I backed up and then kicked the door in and that startled Jim as the doors swung open.

Jim: What the hell? Can’t you read the sign? The store is closed!

Cherry: I can read, I just didn’t feel like obliging.

Jim: Who the hell are you?

Cherry: Turn off Kid Rock and I’ll tell you.

Jim: I’m not turning it off.

I proceeded to pick up a nearby hammer and I whipped it at the sound system which fell to the ground and exploded into pieces.

Cherry: You don’t have to turn it off now. Let’s get down to business.

Jim: First, tell me who the hell you are.

Cherry: They call me Cherry, Penn Sensation. You don’t have to tell me who you are, because I know who you are. A certain friend of yours introduced me to you about two months ago. I thought you were a cool guy until I heard about this little string of customer assault that you have been pulling.

Jim: Who’s this friend that you’re referring to?

Cherry: I believe you know him as the Real Speed.

Jim: Oh, that son of a bitch ratted on me, all right.

Cherry: He didn’t say anything about you. I found out about this through a complaint via a customer that you had not 20 minutes ago.

Jim: If you’re referring to the dumb bitch that I kicked out of here, she deserved it.

Cherry: You want to talk about deserving things? You deserve to be in jail as much as I deserve to be the SCW Champion.

Jim: So, I’m not going to jail, then, because by the looks of it, you don’t have what it takes anymore.

Cherry: Cut the smart mouth and come with me.

I grabbed a hold of his arm to lead him out of the store and he violently pulled his arm back. He threw a punch which I caught and I took his arm and flipped him on his back. I went to pick him up, but he backhanded me in the face. I fell backward a couple steps as he got up and charged at me, but I back dropped him over my head and over his counter into the tools hanging on the shelf behind it. Half the tools on the shelf fell onto him and nearly buried him.

I turned my back to him as I looked at the other tools that he had in the shop. He climbed onto his counter and proceeded to jump off. As he came closer to me, I kicked him right underneath the chin and knocked him down for a couple minutes. He started to stir and he grabbed a sledgehammer, but I noticed him quickly and gave him a roundhouse kick to the face. Jim slumped to the ground, unconscious as I stood above him.


Cherry: You see, these are the stupid people that I have to deal with in my life. I’m not only talking about the Real Speed, but I’m also throwing in Josh Hudson in the same breath. They are two men that have never beaten me and quite frankly, they never will either.

Speed, ever since Pay Per View formed, you have had one of the worst win-loss records that I have ever seen and that includes some of my former teammates of the past. You have been saying how you’re going to win the Chamber and how you’re going to do this and that and you have shown nothing to me. We joined together because we thought that we were main event players that never got the respect that we deserved. Based on your performances the past few weeks, I can see why you have had that reputation.

You can talk all you want about how my star has fallen and how I’ve lost my edge to become champion again and all of this other BS that I’ve heard for the last six months. Just in case you’ve forgotten, let me remind you which one of us has actually been SCW Champion in the past. I’ll give you a hint. He’s the one talking to you right now. I owe you my entire career? I don’t owe you anything. You didn’t lay down for me and take the easy way out so I could do you a favor later. We fought each other and I beat you and that’s the end of the story or so I thought. Now, it looks like I’m going to have to take you down again before you spew out more lies than the New York Times.

Before I finish with you, though, I’d like to laugh off something that you called me. You called me an underachiever. I’m far from it. I’ve achieved more than you have in your entire career in the SCW. You don’t believe me? Just look at the championship records. Sure, you might say that it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve had the belt or if you’ve had it at all, it’s only who you beat that matters. Here’s another reality check for you. At the end of the day, no one will remember who you beat and when, they will just remember you for being a champion and that’s it. So, when you win a championship, which by the way will not be this Sunday, let me know, because then I’d love to hear you rant on and on as I show you that the SCW Championship that I have regained. See you on Sunday, Speedy.

Secondly, I’m going to move to the man who is famous for failing against me every single time and that would be Josh Hudson. Now Josh, our encounters are well known by now and I’m surprised that you didn’t have that much to say to me. That’s fine, because I can go on and on for days about you, but I won’t. I’ll just keep it short and sweet.

You know, this is my only opportunity at the SCW Championship because of you. You cost me the Trios Tournament because you refused to check your ego at the door like I told you to. If you had just listened to someone who has experience in beating you often, then we probably would have gone all the way. Instead, you were laying flat on your back, counting the lights and screwing everything up as usual.

You couldn’t swallow your pride for one night and you screwed at least one of us out of another opportunity at the SCW Championship if and only if one of us doesn’t win the thing. Basically, you screwed yourself over. I’m going to go into the chamber seeing as it is may be my last chance to make something happen and I will go in there with the thought of winning and nothing else. Josh, thanks to you, I can no longer lose this match. So maybe I should thank you for motivating me to kick your ass one more time. This time, though, it’s for everything.

To the rest of you, I’ll get to you some other time. Right now, I have some business to take care of, because this poor sap experienced the Sensation. So until next time, if you don’t like what I say, then your life is the pits…

Deal with it.


Jill came out of the truck and came through the now open door of the hardware store. She looked around at all the damage that had been done and looked at me with a look of concern.

Jill: Are you okay?

Cherry: I’m fine, ma’am. Is this the man that attacked you earlier?

Jill: Yes, he is. What happened to him?

Cherry: He’s just taking a little nap. I’m going to call up law enforcement and have him arrested.

Jill: Thank you so much. How can I ever repay you?

Cherry: You don’t have to repay me, ma’am. I’m just doing my job.

I tilt my hat and wink at her as I go over to the phone and call up law enforcement. Jill stood beside the man until the police arrived and took Jim away. As the police took Jill in for questioning, I looked around at the remains of the hardware store and all the metal and steel tools that lay on the ground. I realized that I would be surrounded by the same material in just a few short days as I was preparing to regain my title. Six other men stood between me and my dream, my life, my obsession. The Elimination Chamber was coming. Seven men walk in, but only one will walk out as champion and the next SCW Champion will be simply Sensational.

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Josh Hudson
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David Dawson walks into his apartment, drunk. He places his hand on the wall, trying to make his way inside. He reaches the light, unaware of the figure waiting for him. He makes his way to the couch, where he falls face down. His vision blurry, he's still unaware of the figure. That is until he feels the sharp horrible pain in his spine. He lifts his left hand and reaches around, feeling the blade in his back. He then feels it rip out. He then watches in horror as he is flipped over onto his wounded back. He sees the knife go into his stomach. The knife enters. He feels the blood spray onto his skin. He goes to scream, but the knife is quickly in his mouth, removing his tongue. Blood pours out of his mouth. The knife enters his torn abdomen repeatedly, blood squirting all over the floor, the couch and the coffee table. He is then thrown off of the couch. His head is lifted off of the floor and the knife is placed under his throat. It then enters his neck, ripping flesh, tearing his throat, causing the blood to pour out like Niagara Falls. His eyes roll in the back of his head. David D lies there, dead, guts hanging out of his ripped stomach, blood rushing from his throat and back wounds. The killer then exits the room, taking one last look at his victim before leaving.

The killer then removes his mask and his gloves along with his weapon of choice into the suitcase he brought with him. He then goes down a flight of stairs, going to the second floor, going to his room, opening the door and closing it. Once inside he sits down beside another person, shrouded in darkness, as they start drinking some beer and watching some classic football game to close the scene.
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Two Weeks Later....

The scene opens up in the home town of our characters, which happens to be Los Angeles, California. Margo, the former girlfriend of David Dawson sits at a table with Kristen and Adessa. Tears in Margo's eyes, still torn over the death of David.

Adessa: "How are you feeling?"

Margo: "I havent been able to sleep or eat at all. I stay awake wishing I could have talked to him one last time."

Kristen: "Its OK sweetie...everyone is a little shaken from the whole vacation. With Angela and David being killed...everyone has pretty much stayed away from each other."

Margo: "Im glad that you guys actually met up with me. Kim is such a bitch. She wouldnt even return my phone calls. What about Josh? David was one of his best friends..."

Kristen: "He's pretty much been keeping to himself. Nobody has been able to talk to him. He hasnt went to work in awhile either."

Adessa: "Yeah Devin hasnt been able to get through to him much. They have talked but not much. The both of them are pretty down and out."

Margo: "I wish I could talk to Josh. He was supposed to be the last person to have talked to him before he was killed."

There is a silence between the three girls, as they sit around at the table, watching the waves below Margo's deck, crash along the sandy beach.
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The scene opens with Devin and Adessa, as they sit on a poarch swing. Devin has his arm around Adessa as she rests her head against his chest. There seems to be distance between the two of them as the scene begins to unfold.

Devin: "So...?"

Adessa: "So..."(letting out a sigh)

Devin: "How've you been?"

Adessa: "Oh you mean since you gave me the silent treatment?"

Devin: "Dont start that shit again."

Adessa: "No we need to talk about this."

Devin: "What the hell do you want me to say? Angela fucking died and so did David. Everyone is a fucking mess and I just dont know what the hell is going on with everyone now. I havent talked to David Russell in a few days and I havent talked to Josh in nearly two weeks. Im fucking bummed out about it. If the fact that I am grieving over my dead friends...friend...is giving you the silent treatment, then you should seek therapy."

Adessa: "Sounds like Im not the only one who needs to do that."

Devin: "Adessa you know I love you. Im not going to let this tear us apart. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. OK..."

Tears begin to form in Adessa's eyes, as she nods her head and smiles. Devin leans in and they engage in a warm embrace, lips pressed against one anothers, tongues intertwined, as the scene fades to another.
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The scene reopens as Josh Hudson is shown sitting down at a table with his co star Heath Ledger. They are drinking some beer as the scene begins.

Heath Ledger: "So is it difficult for you to be a wrestler and an actor?"

Josh Hudson: "Will it be difficult for you to portray the best goddam Joker ever?"

Heath Ledger: "Im sure I can pull it off."

Josh Hudson: "You better fucking pull it off. It better be Oscar worthy. If not, I'll hire ninja assassins to come take your balls and force them down your throat."

Heath Ledger: "Look man...I can do it. But you never answered my question."

Josh Hudson: "Dude, Im Josh Hudson. Im the King of Hollywood, the Whole Motherfucking Show...I can handle it. The only difficult thing for me to do in wrestling is listen to my opponents cut promos making themselves look like complete and total idiots like Jay Gold."

Heath Ledger: "Who?"

Josh Hudson: "Exactly."

Heath Ledger: "Dont you guys have a pay per view coming up?"

Josh Hudson: "Yeah Under Attack. The night I become the new SCW World Champion."

Heath Ledger: "You are a cocky one arent you?"

Josh Hudson: "You know all about the word cocky dont you?"

The two costars share a laugh. Heath then tosses his beer into a nearby trashcan, located three feet from his position.

Heath Ledger: "Well Im off to get some sleep. Nice working with you so far and good luck this weekend."

Josh Hudson: "Thanks bro."

Josh then finishes his beer then tosses the bottle into the trashcan as well. He then stares off into space. He then gets up, goes over to his truck which is parked outside of the filming studio. He digs around a bit, before pulling out his camcorder. He picks it up out of his truck, carries it back to the table. He sets it to where he can be seen. He then turns the camera on and begins speaking.

Josh Hudson: "Another Breakdown in the history boos, another win for yours truly. But Im not worried with the match right now. I am focused on none other than the self proclaimed King of the World, Cid Turner. Are you going to be a bitch your until life or just for the rest of your so called great career. Sure you got a few more accolades than I do, but so what. Title reigns dont make the superstar. In ring ability does. And face it, you arent as good as you say you are. And no you're not better either. You are just an arrogant asshole. You say you have a reason to be but what is that reason? Because you say so? Well if thats the case then...Im already the SCW World Champion then. If whatever one says goes, then I'll try it. But guess what...Im not the SCW Champion. And you are not the greatest. You're not God or a God or a God in any way shape or form. You are not the best. You are simply Cid Turner. You say it is a lack of respect that I was supposed to be your replacement. Let it go. Quit crying about it. You are not the savior of the SCW. The SCW doesnt need no shows like you and Chad. The SCW needs its roster to be consistent. I am consistent. I may not always win, but I always show up and I always give it my all. You cry a big ass river, cutting some lame ass promo in front of the viewing audience, telling them this and that, basically talking about the same thing over and over again. Its ignorant. Stop wasting everyone's time."

"You say you are more entertaining than pretty much everyone. That is something that everyone has said, including me. What makes you so different? Once again...you arent different. You are simply Cid Turner. That doesnt mean anything other than Cid Turner. Get your head out of your ass. You removed your head from Chad's crotch and you managed to win the World title. It would do wonders for your career to pull your head out of your ass. Maybe then people would pay attention to you. You and this so called mystery superstar are the same. You make yourselves out to be all high and mighty when really you dont really amount to squat. He stays hid to gain attention and you pout...you pout like some five year old child that cant get a candy bar everytime his family goes to the store. You want respect? Stop crying and blaming others for your mistakes. Be a man and fess up to them. You have to go out and do what you talk about. You cant just talk about it. And that is mostly what you are known for. Talking. You talk a good game, yet when it came to retaining your championship, you relied on cheap tactics. I congrat you on retaining the belt at Rise To Greatness, but the way you won and the way you won at Taking Hold of the Flame, makes the world wonder if Cid Turner is for real. Can he ever win on his own? You've gotten a clean victory here and there, but that is a rarity."

"You have always managed to start shit or stick your nose into other people's business and its caused a bunch of shit to happen in the SCW. You, Sid and Chad. Its rather old. You are just an immature spoiled brat. I know those words wont hurt you. Well, you just wont show it. You dont want to ruin your rep by letting the world know you were put in your place like the bitch you are by Josh Hudson. You say I am a superstar that makes the SCW lose ratings. How do you figure? Because I dont have some over the top gimmick and because I dont call myself God and things of that nature? If thats the case, then everyone in the SCW should be in your spot, but who the fuck would want to be in your shoes? Who would want to be known as the crybaby of professional wrestling? I dont see too many people raising their hands...oh wait I dont see any. No one wants to be you despite what you want to think. Snap out of it. Nobody buys into your spectacle. So what if Im making movies? I dont try to be over the top. I am just broadening my horizons. You could say that if you made a movie it would outsell mine anyday of the week...but lets face it...you saving the SCW...you saving Under Attack...you outselling me...is like saying Mariah Carey's Glitter was the Best Movie ever made. The SCW doesnt need you. You need the SCW. Without the SCW, you're nothing. If you lrave then you would be forgotten. Thats why you didnt leave."

"Thats why you came back. You knew you would be forgotten, but you made it seem like you would be bigger than the SCW no matter what. Thats why you were booed. Thats why you attacked Hunter and I after our match just so no one would forget you. You are an egomaniac. You cant stand for someone else to get a piece of the limelight. If someone gets a bit too much for your satisfaction then you pitch a bitch and do whatever you can to make sure your memory lives on. Cid your memory will die. Every single wrestler in this match, their memories will die eventually. I am OK with that. I will go down as one of the best wrestlers in this business no matter what. Then someone new will come along and do what I did and what you did and take it to a whole new level. Thats the nature of the business. You need to grow the hell up and realize that this isnt high school anymore. You are a grown man. You are living a dream come true. It isnt a dream anymore where you can make everything about you. This is no longer Cid's world. This is the SCW. This is real life and in real life people fail. And this Sunday, believe it or not Cid...you...wil fail."

"Gold, I would like to take the time out to say thank you. Thank you for ruining my fucking movie. This isnt your career. Its not for you to ruin. But thank you. By the way, how did you know I killed Angela? I mean honestly? How did you see any part of the script or the movie? It hasnt been leaked out or anything. That really pisses me off. Gold, you are about ignorant. You seem to think that you are better than me. Its never been proven Gold. Has it? Answer that question. Let me do it for you. The answer is no. Sure you won the Massacre Championship. But title reigns and shit like that doesnt make any one superstar better. No one knows who is better in the ring between the two of us because we competed to a draw in the Destiny match. Remember that? I hope so because I've brought it to your attention a few times and havent really been able to come up with anything to contest the comment. And you cry over the fact I compared you to the Superstar. How about I compare you to someone else as well...Cid Turner. I've never heard so much whining other than the last time I watched Laguna Beach. Yeah that is funny but I got some pussy out of the deal so fucking what. If you had to watch Laguna Beach to sleep with the Kristin chick from the show then you would damn well watch it. But fuck you Jay. You are just a bunch of talk. You washed up burnt out. Get out of my face with your movie ending ruining ass. God...why in the Hell did you make a human being like Gold? And just like you, God doesnt have a good answer to that question."

"And speaking of washed up burn outs...that leads me to Speed. You think I am a whiner. How do you figure? I mean, you are supposed to be the Original Icon, one of the most controversial superstars in the SCW, one of its best promo cutters, and all you could really come up with was...whiner...get out of my face Speed. Now I can definitely see why you are a jobber. You are being used for filler. You could say the same thing about me, but then I would respond by saying Im not filler. You would ask how or why and I would respond with the following. Drachewych can see those who are loyal and always give their best and for once he is rewarding them with the same opportunities he's been giving to wrestlers that havent done a damn thing for the SCW. Just like he did with Nate Static. He gave a title shot to Faust even though he knew the son of a bitch was past his prime. He gave Greg Cherry a title shot just because CId screwed him out of the battle royal. I have actually worked my way up to this title shot. I have lost like three matches since returning this year. What have you done? Won all of your matches due to no shows. Thats an accomplishment."

"You say that I havent made any sort of impact? Speed, I did something you couldnt do. I beat Xander Valentine. That shook the entire wrestling world. No one thought that would happen. But little ole me proved the world wrong, just as I always do. I make an impact by being one of the best wrestlers in this company. Hell I am better than you. You are just sloppy. You dont seem like you care. So you've lost the passion? We all do that sometimes. Its not that you lost the passion, its just that the realization is kicking in. The realization that you cant cut it anymore. Maybe I wont win the SCW Championship, but I'll make an impact inside of that Elimination Chamber. When it comes down to it, as I told Cid, its more about what you do than what you say you're going to do. Mark my words...I will make an impact. Hunter can go rape a woman, so can the mystery superstar, Gold can find his long lost Jewish cousin, Greg can make parodies out of everyone, Cid can whine about not getting any respect, and you can tell everyone you sold out which you didnt. You just dont have the heart for this sport anymore. You are a broken man. You are finished."

"You figured joining Pay Per View, that you would be able to resurrect your career, but it has stopped dead in its tracks. I know what thats like. I have felt that way many, many times, but somehow or another I have bounced back. You were doing well earlier in the year. You defeated James Toreno twice, but then again so have I. He is a weak link anyway. Speed, you have to do great in this match or there will be no Real Speed anymore. I can go out there and fail, but I will still be here. There is still time for me. Your time is running out or already has. You and Gold have probably both already peaked. Greg seems to have done the same, but he manages to fight his way back to the top. Just like me, there is still time. And only time will tell what else you have in the gas tank, before you reach empty."

"Hunter, you lost to me again. Sure CHBK got the winning pinfall, but you were still dominated. We brawled to the back and we brawled back to the front. In a way, I respect you. But I am not going to let you win the SCW Championship. Sure Cid hit us with a chair, and then we got tossed through a table I believe...I dont remember...it was a rough night...Hunter, you can go out and fucking rape as many women as you want, but it still isnt going to help your chances in the ring. I can tell you havent had much luck in the sack, due to this supposed rape Gold was talking about, but now that you got some, you may think...wow...I can win the World title. Wrong! Aint gonna happen. I've beaten you before, one on one, what makes you think you'll get past me at Under Attack? Nothing should make you think that. You know you are going to fail. You just arent open with yourself when it comes to the truth. Maybe you should be, but I will open your eyes when I take you out."

"Greg, you call me stupid. How original. So I have failed against you every single time? Every single time? Do you remember the JWF? We competed against one another in a six man tag match. Whose team won? Mine. I scored the winning fall, giving you your first loss in the JWF. So maybe the tables have turned. Maybe have I stopped cutting two promos in one day, saying to you the same thing over and over again, which cost me the verbal battle. But I still had you shook. You told me personally that you thought I had you beaten."

"I screwed us out of the Trios Tournament...ha thats a laugh. I actually cut promos before the deadline. You posted one. I did two. I carried the team when it came the verbal side of this sport. You didnt do shit. Why would I take advice from you? You keep bringing up the fact you've beaten me, but it doesnt matter anymore Greg. Congrats, you beat me. You arent the only one to do so. And where were you when Lenne, Speed, and Gold had me pinned? Nowhere to be found. I didnt see you making any sort of effort to stop the pin cover. So dont put the blame on me, put in on yourself. "

"Who did I screw over? Once again I put forth more effort than you did Greg. I actually wanted to win the damn thing. You counted on one promo to make you shine through the tournament. You had a lack of interest, just as you did at Apocalypse. You see, you can thank me for elevating you into the superstar you became Greg. Our feud boosted you to the top. But lets see what has happened now. Your star has faded. You went from main eventing, defending and competing for the SCW Championship to wrestling dark matches before pay per views. Last year, you and I had the best match of the night at Apocalypse. Where were you this year? I didnt see you. I was involved in the actual show, while you were just used as an attraction before the big event. Once again, blame yourself. Go out there with the thought of winning because I am sure thats what everyone else will be doing as well. Why would you want to lose this match in the first place? Why not tell yourself you will win? You used to be so cocky, telling yourself victory was yours, now its...thanks to you Josh I can no longer lose this match. Get motivated. I cant wait to fight you again and this time show you what a size thirteen boot looks like after it gets done kicking the shit out of you."

"Superstar...I know Im insulting you. Thanks for pointing out the obvious. I know Im not the superior being, so there is no reason for me to feel that way, which is why I dont. Dont make me out to be something I dont even do myself. I am cocky. You see Im overconfident, but Im not. I am motivated. I am getting ready for this match. Thats all. Im trying to stay interested in this match up. If people think Im overconfident, so be it. People are entitled to their own opinions. I am glad that you finally know who you are. Its always good to find your true self. I know who I am. I am a wrestling machine. And I said that I would take breaks because I grew frustrated. But now I know frustration is a part of this sport. It just happens. As I said...I am flawed. But the breaks are no more. I am here until I am no longer permitted."

"And you called me cocky. You say everyone will care when you return. How do you know? Are you a psychic or something? Are you that special that you can predict the future? Please. Yeah I called you a laughingstock, once again...thanks for reminding me by pointing out the obvious. Why tell me things I've already said? Havent you noticed I've done sort of the same to you. You are just going to come down the ring and wrestle like the rest of us. You arent going to do something so amazing because the SCW isnt the only wrestling in the world...so Im sure its already been done, so just please...shut the fuck up. I have never ran and hid from anybody. I wont do it when I see your face, even if you are that ugly. But seeing how you already know it...let me tell you something that you need to take to heart..you dont know shit. To your lord that. He'll probably agree with me and smack you like the bitch you are."

I know you are scheduled to appear at Under Attack, but why wait until then? You like staying the shadows eh? You speak words such as fear not...yet you want to wait until Under Attack to show your face. Dont be a pussy. Just fucking do it already. But then again, you want all of your dreams of the fans cheering you, and sending shock waves through the food chain of the SCW to come true. Its all going to blow up in your face. You talk about Weapon and Xander being fired...well City Boy was forced to retire yet he came back...I've quit and I've came back. People have been fired before, yet they have been able to come back, so that doesnt rule out the possibility asswipe. Dont question my guesses without thinking logically first. They always say...never say never in this business. Lets see what else you can throw my way that get thrown back in your face, infuriating you because you got shut down by Josh Hudson. The man that everyone says is a whiner, a cunt, a master of contradictions...I take it all in and I just let the shit backfire and laugh in the faces of my fallen opponents. Something I will do to you."

And if my insults werent worth anyone's time...why respond to them...they must have struck a nerve cunt ass whore motherfucking cockamanian donkey raping shit eater. If you are going to call me a name like cunt...make it interesting...you gotta make it mean something. So insult me, get shut down, try to comeback but make it worth my while. Im tired of falling asleep during your rants of one hundred percent crapola."


Hudson turns off the camera. He gets up and picks it up off of the table then puts it back into his truck. He climbs inside, starts it up and drives off into the night, speeding off into the darkness, ending the scene.

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[It’s always a tough road at this time of year. The air is getting cooler and crisper as autumn quickly approaches. The children are already all back in school, much to their dismay. Even in Israel you find the kids heading for their respective classes and teachings. Yeah, there is a definite September feel around…at least in the Northern Hemisphere. I can only think about back home in the Northeast portion of the United States. When I left I saw that they had one or two warm days ahead of them, but then…all downhill from there. Glad I’m in Israel, even if it is only for another two days. I won’t get to see many of the sites, as I know that I have to move quickly. Being out in broad daylight isn’t all that great a feeling these days in Northern Israel. A bomb can go off at any second…and at any given location. At nighttime, it’s worse. Poorer vision and one false move…BOOM! One can be blown to smithereens. That’s the problem that lies directly before me. The sun is setting on my first full day in Haifa. I searched for most of the time, getting parched as I walked onward and onward…without completing my quest. Currently I’m exhausted and thinking that there’s no end in site of my search. She’s probably been moved, much like the cab driver told me. But how should I know…or he for that matter? Neither of us has seen her face…but my own mother gave me a very good description. I can only hope that I succeed… It WOULD be the first time of two this week. Yes, you all know what I’m talking about. The dreaded Elimination Chamber…no one ever comes out the same. The last time I entered, I busted Lethal Weapon’s knee up pretty bad, but he returned the favor by inflicting pain on me as well. The brutality works both ways. No one is safe once my door opens…as for the other competitors, it’s their choice if they want to be ruthless or not. If they want the belt as badly as I do, they have to go through me to get it…including the unnamed man who has dropped more damn clues than the amount of times in a day that Lenne drops her panties! It’s no joke…]

[So who could this be everyone asks? What are my findings? Maybe I’ll give everyone a sneak peek and mouth a few hints of my own. In the end though I can already tell that Hudson doesn’t care who it is…even though the Superstar seems to be concentrated on mostly Josh. Where should this man’s attention TRULY be? On everyone…Hudson is not the only man with a title opportunity here. Neither is Cid… That was a huge hint dropped there…I’ll explain in just a bit. I’ve come upon a woman that might fit the description of my cousin… Could this be her? Is she right here safe and sound? Is my first quest over before I get my hands too dirty? PLEASE let this be her… I’ll no longer have to worry…and neither will the rest of my family…]

[I go up to her…holding out the sketch that’s supposed to look like my long lost cousin… She eyeballs it carefully, inspecting its every detail.]

Woman: Hmmm…that kind of looks like me.

[Her voice does have a decent Yiddish accent… It could very well be her as my mother always told me that she had a strong background in Yiddish…]

Jay: You wouldn’t happen to know the name…

[I whisper into her ear so only she can hear. Her mouth drops open… :o]

Woman: Really? You’re one of her sons then? You’re going to have to tell her that I haven’t been able to mail anything over the past year or so. The mail system has been basically non-existent here…you know, due to all the fighting and all…

Jay: That’s what we all thought Ogi.

Ogi: But you flew halfway around the world to find me? And at times like these?

Jay: Well…yeah. I couldn’t just lay back and keep wondering what was going on with you over here. I’ve heard all the news stories…not good.

Ogi: I know, but my place is still fine. There have been bombings near me, but the old building is still standing. I came out today to go to the market which is only a street over from here.

Jay: Thanks for telling me…at least I’ll be able to have something to eat for supper… I’m famished.

Ogi: Yes, I can tell. Well come on…you may as well walk with me and tell me what’s going on with your mother and everyone else. Just to catch up a bit on happenings…

Jay: Sounds good Ogi…

[And the conversation was quite fascinating… Last but not least I told her about my three-year professional wrestling career. She was rather surprised as I went into very descriptive detail…about all the shining moments and all the faded ones.]

Jay: …I even have another shot at the SCW World Title this Sunday. It’s going to be a tight schedule for me to get back to the States, but at least now I can go back home tomorrow, knowing that you’re safe. It’s a comforting feeling.

Ogi: I’ll bet that it is. Well, you should go grab some food and I’ll do my shopping. Do you have a place to stay for tonight?

[I shake my head and she looks at me in utter disbelief.]

Ogi: I’ll take you in. Can’t have you out on these roads…you never know when the ceasefire could be suddenly broken…

[I’m not going to be the one to argue with her…no sir!]

[Once we arrive inside the chaotic marketplace…we go in our separate directions, but make a meeting place so we can both travel to her abode in a duo. It doesn’t take me long to pick out what I was looking for. A bagel with lox and some special Israeli specialties… By the time I meet up with Ogi…I have one bag of goods while she has three.]

Jay: Do you need a hand with one of those?

Ogi: Sure. Thanks. Look, on the way home…why don’t you tell me all about this title match. You’ve GOT to be completely ecstatic about it.

Jay: Oh you know that I am. It’s a TREMEMDOUS opportunity for me to finally silence my critics and trust me; I have billions upon billions… No one thinks I’m capable of exiting the Elimination Chamber with the SCW Championship grafted around my waist…no one.

Ogi: Not even that mystery man you went on to me about a while back…?

Jay: To him I’m just another Christian, Ogi. We both know that that’s not a truth at all. And I thought that this guy was the SCW “expert”, being that he seems to know Josh, Hunter, and The Real Speed SOOOOOO well…

Ogi: Obviously he’s second-guessing himself…either that or just trying to stir up the pot a bit…

Jay: That does remind me of a former cancerous SCW superstar. And as it happens, the guy was a Christian…so it wouldn’t surprise me at all if it were him. What doesn’t make sense though is his lust to actually do bodily harm to a woman if he’s so into his religion practices. The bible and God don’t condone rape and the like… Anyway, beyond that…I don’t condone it. It’s apes like him that make this world suck more each and every day. He actually has done our planet a favor by returning to the SCW and entering the Elimination Chamber. Why you ask? Because either my own self or one of the five others will make sure to take his head off first… Not only will this bum not have SCW’s top prize wrapped around his waist, but he won’t have his pride… The only thing that he’ll hold dear is memories from his past career…like the time that he was BARELY able to defeat me…and what’s more…the pitiful loss against CHBK. Seriously…almost EVERYONE beats the Canadian Heartbreak Kid once in their SCW career.

Ogi: Jay, it just kind of irks me that this Superstar would do something like that as if it were okay. That’s just like Osama saying that Jihads are legal and that buildings can be blown up whenever and wherever… Oh, not to mention the fact that he gets to choose who lives and who dies every damn day!

Jay: You know that I wholeheartedly agree with you. But don’t worry, eventually all will be set right…and everyone over here won’t have as much to fear anymore. Same with the U.S.

[Ogi remains silent as we walk side by side, each with two bags in our hands. It’s still a bit of a ways to her place so I let her guide me through the twisted, narrow streets…on the sidewalk of course.]

Jay: I almost wish as if my first inclination to who the Superstar was, was right… But now, I know that it can’t be that first man. I would have enjoyed ripping that guy a new asshole…everyone would…but I’m sure I’ll make due with second-rate leftovers.

Ogi: HA! Well Jay, you might want to go on…we’ll be home soon and I want to eat right away. I could eat a horse I’m that hungry!

Jay: Likewise with me…but here’s some food for thought on another of my opponents that seems to want to just plain out ignore me as if I were dirt in the Sinai Desert. I mean, I’m sure he’ll come out with his words towards me, but I’m shocked that my PPV stable mate Greg Cherry has nothing to say towards me…too concentrated on Hudson and Speed obviously. That’s always been his major problem though. Back at Rise to Greatness he was so concerned about it being a Fatal Four-way match…so concerned about failing against Cid again…and look what happened? His worst nightmare came true…Cid retained the SCW Title and held it until it was vacated by him a week ago or so. Look Ogi…as much as I like Greg and all…and we all know that he has another SCW Title reign in him…it won’t be now. He’s obviously still WAY too occupied with other things to actually have a clear and open frame of mind come Sunday. That’s too bad too… In fact, his whole string of recent misfortunes and even his fortunes have been bad luck. Lately Ogi…the guy hasn’t faced main event competition, and when he has…he’s gotten the short end of the stick. But what does he do? Instead of being a man, he blames Hudson for losing the match against my own self, Speed, and Lenne in the Trio Tournament Semifinals. Josh actually fought his guts out…but that’s not surprising. Josh has showed that he wants to be a contender for over a year now; he just doesn’t have that capability to get to the top of the mountain. This time I’ll be the one to stop not only Josh, and not only Greg…but everyone.

Ogi: I don’t want you getting TOO confident. I don’t think your wife and child would either.

Jay: It’s not overconfidence though. I KNOW that I can handle it and I know my limitations. I’ve been the king of the hill before when I defeated Brent Randall almost two years ago. TWO LONG YEARS Ogi… I want success again…I YEARN to be the champion. And I’m willing to do whatever it takes to regain that position again…

Ogi: Keep it up and you’ll probably wind up there…but keep going…there’s still a bit more walking to do…

Jay: Well, since Greg always has trouble beating Cid…I’ll turn to Cid himself. Now I know that Cid probably doesn’t give two shits for what I say… I know how he thinks that he’s been screwed after he’s held the title for so god damn long. But he shouldn’t feel completely shafted… He’s STILL in the chamber and he should take the opportunity to regain his title back…being that he’s supposedly our God. Obviously he’s not a deity Ogi…since he doesn’t think that it’s fair that all four members of PPV are in the chamber. Oh and he doesn’t think it’s fair that Hudson is in…? He should takes what comes…that’s what being a champion is all about! It’s not about whining and picking and choosing your next opponent, just so you can defend your title with little to no problems. Think about it… Cid versus Cid… That was just RIDICULOUS!

Ogi: I’m still chuckling over that one Jay. Who would want to fight themselves? Can you think of the repercussions from such an encounter?

Jay: Obviously Cid didn’t and still doesn’t… Continuing…while Cid always has been the SCW clown so to say…his antics are usual. I don’t expect anything different at Under Attack…whether he decides to be behind his Chamber door or not!

Ogi: Are you moving on then?

Jay: Absolutely…next is the man that originally took Turner’s place in this mess…Josh Hudson. You might want to move away from me just a bit though on this one. You never know if Hudson will show up here or not screaming his head off about his one star movie being ruined by me…

[Ogi breaks out into a sudden laugh…not able to hold it in obviously… I share in a bit of the laughter as I look into my shopping bag. I just can’t WAIT to get my hands on some more authentic Israeli grub… I know it’s selfish of me, but in Ogi’s mind…I’m sure eating food lingers in there too.]

Jay: I’ll take it from the top being that there’s no better place to start on ole Josh. First thing here Ogi…if Hudson noticed…I never said that he killed the actress in his film… I said that he knew about it…so what did I destroy? His already miserable movie career? Well, I guess it’s not as bad as his wrestling career… Seriously, as many times as I have failed in SCW’s main event to get the job done, he’s failed many more than I have. And at least I succeeded that one time… That one time STILL has yet to stare at Hudson in the face! It never will if he’s more worried about never finding out who was the better man between us. He should take a step back and realize that the answer he’s been looking for will come at Under Attack. I might not be the one to eliminate his sorry keister…but as long as he’s out on his buttocks and kicked out of the steel structure, it’s one less rodent to deal with. It won’t be me being the whiny one then…not like I’ve moaned lately anyway… As far as I see Josh, Ogi…he’ll get dealt with swiftly… Maybe Hollywood will allow him back to finish the production that won’t even make a single dime! Come to think about it…they won’t. What will Josh be good for then? Beating Hunter a million times…? That would sum it up.

Ogi: Wow, you were mean to that poor guy. How could you?

Jay: It may be mean and harsh Ogi, but I don’t have a beguiling tongue. I’m just not much for lying…

Ogi: I can come to grips with that… And Hunter?

Jay: He can’t. At this very moment and time, Hunter is probably on a one way plane trip to Australia or somewhere distant, just so he can elude the authorities.

Ogi: Oh so HE was the other rapist of the group…

Jay: I feel sick knowing that he’s in PPV too. We’re supposed to be about getting the spotlight and taking it away from CHBK, Cid, and countless others; not making sexy womens’ lives end!

Ogi: Well then…Greg and you are just the two nice guys in the equation. Go on though…pardon the interruption…

Jay: It’s no problem; I was only talking about Hunter.

[Ogi laughs again as she points to her place, which is just coming into view.]

Ogi: Only another 1/8 of a mile… Can you make it?

Jay: I’m more than fine. I’m used to walking and traveling a lot.

Ogi: Duh…silly me Jay.

Jay: Let me just finish up on Hunter by saying that he’s always failed at what he supposedly does best. He may have been a something where he used to be, but here in the SCW…he has NOT held a single piece of gold yet…not officially. He never did edge out Baron Scythe. And I’ll go on record right NOW and say that this opportunity will do the same to him…pass him by… When his next shot comes about…who knows when that will be… Not like I care since all he’s about is bagging hoes and then ending them…

[Ogi shivers…]

Ogi: It still sends an eerie feeling up my spine Jay that someone could actually DO such a horrible thing.

[I just give out a dry-looking face, looking to finally get back indoors and off the streets of Haifa. Like Ogi and the cab driver both said…the roads could be deadly…the whole outside world here can be at any given nanosecond…]

[As we arrive at her porch and she turns the handle, a car actually speeds by.]

Ogi: Wow, that was rare. Something must be up. Let’s get inside…

Jay: I’m going to agree with you there. And Ogi? Thanks for letting me stay over tonight.

Ogi: It’s no trouble at all. But let’s eat now…

Jay: I didn’t tell you about my other PPV mate yet that’s in the chamber…the Real Speed. This guy’s been the thorn in my damn side for two years now. He’s cost me BOTH Taking Hold of the Flame battle royals by eliminating me with a kendo stick. Last year I even took him out FIRST with a simple back body drop. That’s all it took to get him out of the ring.

Ogi: I hope you’re not too worried about him. He sounds like a pure idiot if you ask me Jay.

Jay: That’s what he wants you to think. But I know better…he may be an idiot…but he’s a SMART one. You don’t find that quality around much these days. He comes out and tries to make me look like a steaming pile of bullshit, but I’m not going to allow that to occur. He wants to know what I’ve done over my SCW career…my answer is simple. Over sixty wins…won almost every SCW title known to man…defeated Chad Evans three times…City Boy eight times… I’ve practically done it all and I worked my way up from the very bottom of the food chain. I’m not in the chamber JUST because I joined Pay Per View. My performances against Omarion Denton were more than enough to EARN me my place in this Sunday’s main event. Whether you like it or not Speed…you’re no leader. On the other hand, as you pointed out…we could have easily been facing each other in a singles match at Under Attack. If that happens at Tactical Terror, I’m ready to give it a go…but I know that you care too much for taking out CHBK. Speed…I just hope you’re watching your back during the chamber. Much like Greg, you have much going on in your life and many, MANY enemies. Me, Josh, CHBK, Lenne… Your list is growing and growing Speed and it won’t be long until you break down. Now you tell me if that’s fact or fiction… If you pick the latter…well…that’s what you think. In all honesty Speed, every Tim, Bob, and Harry doesn’t care what you have in your mind… Unfortunately I’m one of those who already know…but I’ll live with that. Just like you’ll be forced to live with me being the SCW Champion.

Ogi: Dinnertime now?

Jay: I won’t delay it anymore…

[I go to the nearby counter and prepare my food as my cousin sets up something for herself. At the counter I sort everything out in my head…just so it’s not so cluttered and jumbled…]

Jay: Everyone will see that I CAN get back to where I was. Anyone can do it if they put everything into it… That’s what I’m doing…I put my heart and soul into finding my cousin…and now it’s time to put even MORE into obtaining SCW’s elite prize. All six of my opponents this Sunday night will be looking to turn back the Golden Moment, but the only problem is…I have plenty more left in me to take the final step to becoming not only the SCW Champion for a second time, but an SCW Hall of Famer as well…

[Yup…that’s how focused I’ve become on my goals. If you don’t succeed…try, try again. I won’t give up… Eventually it will be meant for me to once again be SCW’s apex; the man that everyone looks up to…]

~TO BE CONTINUED…~
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When we last left The Real Speed he was in the process of securing a contract for his new bodyguard "The Wall" and had recieved a mysterious phone call. We pick up our story at the Foster Bank where Speed is picking up his package by the unknown person who called him on his cellphone.***

***Speed is pulling out the security box set aside from him by his mystery caller. Slowly opening it he finds a note and a set of keys. Picking up the note he scans it quickly before becoming disgruntled. The note reads....***

Note- Follow the yellow brick road... all will be revealed in Oz.


Speed- What the... yellow brick road? I don't even know what the fuck this guy wants me to do.

***Speed ponders over the riddle trying to find out where a "yellow brick road" was last found, until he get's extremly mad and just leaves the building. As he pulls out his cellphone to call "The Wall" to help him figure out the "riddle". After a few rings, "The Wall" picks up.***

"The Wall"- Hello?

Speed- Yo man, it's Speed. You ready for today?

"The Wall"- Yep, where did you want to go train?

Speed- Scratch the training today, I need some security again today. Come over to my hotel room, I'll explain everything.

"The Wall"- Are you ok there?

Speed- I think so.. but hurry anyways.

"The Wall"- I'll be there as soon as I can.

Speed- Alright, peace man.

"The Wall"- Peace.

***Speed flips his cellphone down and takes another look at the note given to him. Biting his lower lip, he starts pacing around his room.***

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*** "The Wall" and Speed are in their hotel room, both pondering over the note and keeping a keen lookout for anything suspicious.***

Speed- Any idea who this could be?

"The Wall"- Got a cell phone number?

Speed- Nope, came up as a private number, none of this is making any sense to me right now.

"The Wall"- Follow the yellow brick road to find the land of Oz..

Speed- That's what makes no sense. I was never in Kansas doing anything, never had a dog, and surely it's not my favourite movie.

"The Wall"- Maybe were over analyzing it. If I remember correctly the famous Wizard of Oz was nothing more then a cheap magic trick. Maybe it's targetted more so at you.

Speed- What do you mean?

"The Wall"- Have you ever walked down "The Yellow Brick Road?"

Speed- Not really...

"The Wall"- If this guy knows you, then he knows you're a professional wrestler. And obviously he knows quite a bit about you. You ever wrestle for a federation and take every title?

Speed- Not since I was a rookie..

"The Wall"- Hmm.. well, we have two options here. We can sit around waiting for a phone call, or we can go find the land of Oz.

Speed- Emerald...

"The Wall"- Huh?

Speed- The city of Oz was emerald colored.

"The Wall"- Emerald City...

Speed- SEATTLE!

"The Wall"- Ok.. what happened in Seattle? We know a what.. now we need a who and a why.

Speed- I don't know man, I've been in Seattle only a handful of times, I don't even remember any matches I've had there, or how much trouble I caused.

"The Wall"- Damn it Speed, why do you get into these situations.

Speed- This is the first time I've had this happen to me man. I don't even know what the hell I'm supposed to do.

"The Wall"- You still got that computer?

Speed- Yeah..

"The Wall"- Check your emails.. I have a strange feeling there's an email for you to explain more. If not, we can at least try and look up what you would have been doing in Seattle.

Speed- Tony might know as well, he has good contacts.

***Speed pulls out his laptop and boots it up, getting everything set up, he checks his email.***

Speed- Spam, spam, spam.. a few from Tony informing me of who's sent out promos so far. And more spa.... holy shit.

"The Wall"- What?

Speed- Unknown Assailant at hotmail dot com. At least we know he's not that clever. It says here, "if you can't figure out my clue, head on down to Millennium Park for your next clue. It's located at the Park Grill restaurant, order the whitefish sandwich and you'll get what you seek.

"The Wall"- Let's go then, grab your coat though, it's chilly out.

Speed- Uhh... dude that was really weird.

"The Wall"- It's not everyday someone emails you about ordering a meal and recieving what you seek.

Speed- No I meant how you told me to grab my coat. It's what my mother used to say to me.

"The Wall"- Ugh.. just get it on and let's go. Time is of the essence.

***Speed grabs his leather jacket and heads out of his hotel with "The Wall" leading the way.***

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***Across the street on the roof of a large upscale building, a lone man peers through a set of binoculars. Watching The Real Speed leave his apartment, he carefully pulls out his cellphone. Dialing a few numbers he places it to his ears.***

Man- He's on the move, get the video ready.

***With that, the man hangs up his phone and heads towards the stairs leading back down to the building. Taking one look back he mumbles something about revenge for what you've done to me.***

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***Speed and "The Wall" are sitting at a dining table, while the waiter get's there order.***

Speed- I'll have the whitefish sandwich...

Waiter- And on the side? Soup salad or fries?

Speed- Ceasar salad please.

Waiter- And for you sir?

"The Wall"- I'm fine with just a coke.

Waiter- Ok, I'll be back with your food in just a little while.

***With that the waiter leaves to the kitchen, while Speed looks around for anything suspicious.***

Speed- Dude, I haven't been this paranoid since I was a coke dealer.

"The Wall"- Relax, you're with me.

Speed- i doubt you're worried about a laser dot appearing between your eyes. It's me they want, not you.

"The Wall"- Just stay calm, we'll get what we came for. Any idea what it could be?

Speed- Probably another note. Or maybe it's all bullshit and I just get a sandwich.

"The Wall"- Call Tony when were done here, I have a feeling things are going to get complicated.

Speed- I just wish I could put all of this behind me and concentrate on this Suday.

"The Wall"- You're life is more important then a piece of gold and leather.

Speed- True.. so did you get everything ready by the way?

"The Wall"- Yeah I packed last night.

Speed- Ok, cause I called Drachewych this morning and he has a contract all inked up and ready for you to sign.

"The Wall"- This Drachewych, how is he?

Speed- Eh, he's alright I guess. Makes some good calls, and just expects us all to make SCW the best wrestling federation in the world. No real problems with the guy.. not since I literally walked a mile in his shoes.

"The Wall"- To be honest, I miss those days of watching SCW.

Speed- Which days?

"The Wall"- The days when you made me laugh. I loved when you attempted to steal his shoes.

Speed- Well I miss the better days. I wish I could go back in time and just stay in last year and relive it over and over. I was at the height of my carrer and Xander Valentine ruined it.. it was supposed to be a glorious move of stealing the SCW title and taking it to our direct rival. But hey, Drachewych made a good decision and hired me back. At least he knows if I'm on his roster then nobody else can utilize my celeb status against him.

"The Wall"- There's the waiter.

***The waiter comes back to the table and looks at Speed.***

Waiter- Sir I regret to inform you that we are out of whitefish today. The kitchen manager would like to talk to you about ordering something else. Free of charge of course. Please follow me.

***Speed looks at "The Wall" with a bit of fear in his eyes. "The Wall" motions for him to go with the waiter. Speed regretfully follows him alone, and arrives in the back of the kitchen. Nobody is around and it's very quiet, espicially for a restaurant. The waiter leads Speed all the way to the back, where a cook is smoking a cigarette. Upon seeing Speed he tosses it to the side and pulls out a video tape. He hands it over to Speed, who takes it and looks at the cook.***

Speed- Who are you?

Cook- I'm not the one you want. I'm just following orders.

Speed- From who?

Cook- You wouldn't know him. But they want to see you succeed here, they knew you would ask the who.. and where I don't have a name, I can tell you this much. My boss has a boss that has a boss. Watch that tape, and follow the clues given to you. You'll find him eventually.

Speed- This makes no sense to me man, I didn't do anything wrong to anyone.

Cook- Just watch the video tape, that's all I've been instructed to do here.

***Speed nods his head and starts walking out of the kitchen, taking a quick glance backwards he sees the waiter and the cook talking to each other in private. Not being able to pick up on what they say, he just continues walking out of the kitchen. Meeting up with "The Wall" outside the kitchen doors, they discuss what's going on.***

"The Wall"- What was that all about?

Speed- We have a video tape to watch, and this may take awhile.

"The Wall"- Did you find out who's behind all of this?

Speed- A boss of a boss of a boss.

"The Wall"- Sounds like organized crime, you said you used to deal coke?

Speed- This was a long time ago man.

"The Wall"- And over a long period of time, someone could learn everything about you. It's an obsession until they get what they seek.

Speed- I still don't understand any of this man. Do they want me dead or alive?

"The Wall"- My guess is they want you to kill yourself. Organized crime likes to break you down and expose your weak spots first.

Speed- Still.. Tony can find out if it's organized crime or not. They must realize that man, he's got connections all over the world.

"The Wall"- Let's just go watch that video tape.

***Speed and "The Wall" start making the journey back to Speed's hotel room. From the corner of the restaurant, a man in a black suit and black sunglasses is on his cell phone. As he hangs it up, he starts to trail Speed and "The Wall".***

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***The scene is in an LA office where Tony Vincenzo is typing away at his computer. His client The Real Speed has been requested for another interview, and Tony is trying to get him all the publicity he can manage. As he types away, he pauses and listens intently to something. Sliding open a drawer at his desk, he pulls out a 9mm gun and cocks it. Finishing up what he's typing, he sends it and picks up the gun. Walking over the door, he presses an ear against it, before slowly sliding the deadbolt lock. Flinging the door open, he points the gun in front of him, and scans the hallway. Finding nobody, he lowers the gun and lets out a sigh of relief.***

Tony- Relax Tony, you're just a little stressed out lately. You need to take a vacation.

***Tony heads back into his office and puts his gun back into the desk, walking over to his large plate glass window. Tony had it all lately, his own office, clients, a nice view of the city from 100 feet up in the air. He had recently met the girl of his dreams, and love was about to be blossoming. Once The Real Speed got back into the public, he would start rolling in the money, and within a year he would be the most successful agent in LA. Things were really looking up for him, for it was only a year ago that he was just a poor drug addict with no direction. Pressing his body against the window, he feels the hot sun warm his body. As he closed his eyes he dreamed of vacations in Paris, Rome, London.***

Tony- Ahh... now this is the life.

Voice- To bad you won't be around to live it.

***Before Tony could even turn around, he found himself flying through the air. Shards of glass flew all around him as he plummetted down towards the busy LA streets. Someone had pushed him to his death, and he would never know who. But for a brief second it seemed that the entire world has slowed down just in time for him have his final flashback of his life.. a life filled with drugs, booze, violence, and un-adulterated sex. The devil would be happy to have him in his grasp. And then nothing.. just blackness.***

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Back in Chicago.

***The Real Speed has hooked up his video camera to the television and places the tape inside it. Pressing play he sits back and watches intently. The tape starts out with just a black screen, the screen starts to have blood dripping down it as it shows a shot of Speed with barbed wire wrapped around his head. The next two minutes are all video footage of Speed being bleeding profusely from former hardcore matches he was in. It ends with him falling from the Scaffold at Rise to Greatness, and the words "Revenge Will Be Mine" are at the end. The video goes to static as Speed shakes his head.***

Speed- It just doesn't make any sense man, so what if they have all my matches on tape.

"The Wall"- Seems like a psychological factor here. Seeing your own blood is un-nerving for some people.

Speed- It's gotta be deeper then that man. And what's worse, there isn't a damn clue here.

"The Wall"- Call Tony. Get him on the wire about anyone talking about you lately.

Speed- Good call. *picks up cellphone and dials Tony's number.* It's ringing. *Speed get's the voice mail.* Hey Tony, it's Speed. Give me a call back as soon as you get this. *hangs up*

"The Wall"- Doesn't he always answer his phone? He should have been in the office.

Speed- Yeah.. he's probably just busy right now.

"The Wall"- Check your email, we might find out some more clues there.

***Speed grabs his laptop again and boots it up to check his emails.***

Speed- I got one from Tony, that's it. Says here that I have an interview on a radio show next week. I'm supposed to talk about my career in SCW and where it's headed. It's weird though, he ends it on the note "if you don't hear from me in awhile, lay low."

"The Wall"- Was he a paranoid guy at all?

Speed- No.. not really. He had his own way of knowing how things would turn out. Kind of like an extra sense.

"The Wall"- I give him until Five O' clock to call us. That's two hours away, if he doesn't call back then were going into hiding. I know a little place we can crash.

Speed- You don't really think...

"The Wall"- Organized crime, anything can happen.

Speed- What are you trying to say?

"The Wall"- Tony was your connection to find out who was behind this.. we watched this video and found no clues, now all of a sudden Tony is worried about not being around for awhile, and he doesn't answer his phone. It's all there man. We just got played.

Speed- There coming for you next aren't they.

"The Wall"- That's why we're sticking together, you hired me for protection.. I'm not going to have innocent people killed.

Speed- So what do we do for now?

"The Wall"- We wait. Two hours, then we make our own move.

Speed- Damn it.. only one thing I can do for two hours.

"The Wall"- Sleep?

Speed- Cut a promo.

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The Promo

***Speed is stroking his goatee as the camera sets into focus. "The Wall" counts him down as Speed begins his promo.***

Speed- So.. the majority of us have come out of hiding, and shown our true colors. We're all a bunch of mismatched personas here. I've got people still calling me nothing more then a loser and simply overlooking me. Which I just have to laugh at. Just a little. I mean.. sure, I'm not the same Speed you all once knew. The Speed who dominated everyone and everything. But still, there's an old saying that goes a like this. "Even a blind squirrel finds a nut sometimes." But what makes it even more ironic, is the same people who claim to be overlooked are the ones shrugging me off. Telling me that I don't belong in SCW anymore, and that I should just quit. It's so hypocritical that I won't even point fingers at the culprits.

Speed- Which means I'm moving on.. for now. There's a man out there whom I was just waiting to speak my name. Just waiting to see what the hell he would say to me. And sure enough, Greg Cherry without fail, reminded me of how I never beat him in a singles match. Well that's great Greg, but I don't need to beat you. Why? Because four other men can do it for me. You have this image in your mind that you're going to win the chamber this week. And it's only natural that you do. But you're starting to bring up emotions in me that I haven't felt in years. Your arrogance.. it's inviting. It reminds me of when I was young, when I just that rookie kid that nobody knew about, or cared about. And boy did I make an impact. I came here to SCW, long before you.. and I made an impact that is still remembered to this day. That's right I said it. The fact that you guys go on and on about when my prime was and what I did at those times, it's great. It means I don't have to come out here like the rest of you and self masterbate on national television. It means I don't have to hype people up to make them remember who I really am. Just the mere mention of my name brings up memories to wrestling fans. They know who I am. And they may not care about me now, but deep down inside, they wait for my return. My Real Return.

Speed- They wait for my arrogance to peak, they wait for me to walk around here claiming to have the biggest balls in the industry. They wait for me to take on anyone at anytime, and demolish them. And that's something that you won't even be apart of. Why? Well you said it yourself. What's left for Greg Cherry if he loses another World Title shot? I'll help explain this one for you Greg. You go right back down to the United States title.. and you stay there. You hold that championship, and you become the "undefeated US Champion." And then you brag about it, while people like me are sitting on a higher throne, making a bigger name for themselves as the "Undefeated SCW World Heavyweight Champion." And I look down on you and say "my how the mighty have fallen." Now that is reality Greg, that is what will happen to you. So where you may need this win, to redeem yourself from the last 6 months.. you'll never achieve it. You've burnt yourself out from trying so hard this year. And now you're prime picking for anyone.

Speed- Still not following? Let me lay it out for you in full scale. Here's Greg Cherry with his impressive win loss record this year, now he's The Real Speed who has sat on his ass and twiddled his thumbs since January. Has an unimpressive year, got dumped on national television, and doesn't give a shit about wrestling anymore. And now, here's The Real Speed sitting in a chair, with an arrogant smile on his face, not giving a shit about the past 8 months, laughing about his ex girlfriend, and getting ready to make the most impressive comeback of this current century. I'm the underdog here, and that means I have the fans in the palm of my hand. You see Greg.. if it comes down to you versus me in that chamber. All of your fans will become split in half. The entire crowd that is going to motivate you to continue, starts booing you, and cheering me. And it'll go back and forth between us, and the emotion that fills up in that arena, is what will carry me through for the win. You guys can come out.. say I'm past my prime.. say I don't have it in me anymore. And I'll allow it. Because you're being a critic. And I prove critics wrong. Look at me Greg..I'm a "loser".. but not anymore buddy. PPV got me to this title picture.. I don't need you guys anymore.. but I would like to thank you. I would like to thank you for busting your balls to make PPV something great, I would like to thank you for doing all the hard work for me. Oh and I can't forget Hunter and Jay Gold.. thank you guys to. Thank you for having my back whenever something went down, thank you for not allowing myself to suffer any injuries. Sure, I dragged you guys down and made you look like jokes. But that's ok, because you knew I was going to screw you over eventually. What you didn't realize however, was that I screwed you over as soon as you joined PPV. I had no intentions of becoming allies with you guys, I had no intentions of sharing the spotlight with you. I just wanted CHBK out of the way, and a World Title Shot. Now look at him, facing my dear sweet ex girlfriend.. and for what? To get into my head? Wake up and smell the roses people, CHBK should have been in the Elimination Chamber, I simply used a female to lure him away. Some call me stupid, but rule number one fellows.. never let anyone know how smart you really are.

Speed- And speaking of former partners there, Jay Gold.. nice wins earlier this year against Mr.Denton. Does this make you feel special? Just out of curiousity of course. I mean, you spent how many matches against him trying to determine who was better.. kind of sad actually. I mean PPV was created to get away from those idiots. The idiots that are simply here to provide filler until I come out. And where are they now? I don't know.. I don't care. So some impact they made.. way to waste a month of your time. But I can't rag on you all that much Jay. Because out of everyone who wants to say shit about me, you may have come close to hitting the cold hard truth. I mean you of all people saw through my "I'm a bumbling idiot, ha ha I can drink lots of liqour" disguise. And hell, you came out with guns blazing here against me. You told me exactly what you've done in SCW. Wow.. I mean.. sixty wins, I didn't know that Jay. I'd tell you how many I have, but I lost track after the first year here. But there is one thing you've done that I haven't. You beat Chad Evans.. not once, not twice.. but THREE TIMES! OH MY GOD JAY! YOU SHOULD BE SCW CHAMPION! Pssh, yeah right. Chad Evans has become nothing more then a myth these days. He' s a great wrestler, wins alot, expert mind fucker.. but no direction or care for SCW anymore. He's bipolar pretty much. But hey, he's out of the chamber and that's fine with me. But here's the kicker you gave me Gold. Here's the one thing that I just don't understand. You say you beat City Boy.. eight times. Wow.. congratulations? Would you like a prize? Maybe a medal or an award? Here's a news flash dude, City Boy isn't main event material around here. You saying you beat him eight times is like saying I could pin an eighty year old geezer who's hooked up to life support. The fact that you even include it in your resume for "things Jay Gold has done in SCW" just proves my original point. You haven't done shit in SCW, so you're just another hypocrit attacking me for doing nothing. When in fact you haven't either. See Jay, when I picked you for PPV I picked you because you would be our weak link. You would be the guy I could blame everything on when shit went wrong, but regardless of what happened with PPV.. I held to my end of the bargain. Here's your world title shot Jay, now fuck it up.. when you do, you'll have nobody to blame but yourself.

Speed- Oh yeah.. can you feel it guys? Can you feel the return coming upon you? And no "Superstar Static' I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about someone that the world has been waiting for. Waiting for years to come.. the return of The Real Mother Fuckin' Speed. The man that you will all learn to fear once again. You see.. there will come a time when even you Superstar Static will see your name across from mine, and that means we will meet one on one. When that happens you will try to regain your composure, but inside your mind your thoughts will start to race. You will start recalling previous times you've met me. You will watch every bit of video footage you can get your hands on.. you will see destruction, chaos, and brutality. Will you like it? Judging by the type of person you present yourself to be.. yeah. You will enjoy every second of it. And it will be the greatest foe you've ever had the oppurtunity to face. But you're used to winning aren't you? Why else would you randomly be thrown into a title shot upon your return? You're obviously one hell of a wrestler for Drachewych to make that call. But you won't win against me. You cannot win against me. Not because I'm superior to you, simply because I have the drive to. You see, I don't care who you are, that's my arrogance. All I care about is beating you, all I care about is being the best in SCW, and regaining what I lost. And it's not the SCW Championship, it's my pride.. my reputation.. my fuckin' honor. That's something that was robbed from me. When I have such names as Michael Carrington, and Calvan Greene on my loss sheet, then there's a fuckin problem. But say I add Greg Cherry, Jay Gold, Hunter, Cid, and whomever the hell you are. Then I become legendary.. I become almost Godlike. And all the people claiming I'm nothing more then a loser, well they shut up and swallow there own words. But there's one thing that I don't like about you. And that's your cowardice. I understand you want to make a big surprise return, but staying on the outside looking in.. may be good tactically, but it's not good verbally. You haven't said one fuckin' word to me, and yet I've spoken to you not once, but twice. You claim to be dissapointed in us.. what are you? Some fuckin' legend around here? I don't think you are, I mean sure you could be. But a real legend would have let us know who he was.. a real legend would have come down from the hills and joined the war. But hey, if I assume all of this I could very well just be making an ass out of you and me. So my reccomendation to you "Superstar Static" is to simply open up that mouth of yours. Give me something to listen to intently, otherwise you'll simply be cast aside as a coward, and I'll finish your career in SCW upon your unsuccessful return.

Speed- Which leads me to the one man who has a bigger mouth then myself. Josh fuckin' Hudson. Oh boy Josh, you should have never come out at me and tried to bring up your "facts and fiction". Sure some of it was good.. but with any good lie, it has to have half a truth. And that's all you did Josh. You told us one hell of a lie, and made it believable by backing it up with half truths. Truth, I am the best promo cutter in this industry. Lie.. the best I can come up with isn't whiner. That was known as bait Josh, it's called getting under your skin. Like all good things in life, you have to start up small and build something great. That's all I was doing Josh. See when I called you a whiner, what happened there was giving you something to build off of, giving you a false sense of security. You're not a whiner Josh, you're a damn hard worker. But you're a complete and utter failure is what you really are. You had to earn your place here, and if you lose.. you have to start all over again. Three losses all year? Congratulations, now try and go one loss per year, then come talk to me. See before I signed a deal to lose for more money, that's what I was on. One loss per fuckin' year. All skill baby, no competition. And not that they weren't established superstars.. they just were no competition for The Real Speed. But moving on. Truth, you beat Xander Valentine. Lie, it made an impact. Let me define impact for you Josh.

***Speed stands up and opens his bedtable drawer. Pulling out the websters dictionary he flips it open until he finds what he was looking for.***

Speed- Impact.. to have an impact or effect on, influence, alter. Weird definition, but here's the kicker. To influence and alter. That is something you did not do Josh. By beating Xander Valentine you should have been and still be the SCW Champion. Why aren't you? Don't answer that it's rhetorical. The reason you're not the current undefeated champion is because you didn't capitalize. You didn't seize the day, carpe diem. You following? See it's simple Josh. Xander Valentine is a legend around here, he made an impact. Why? Because you use his name to establish yourself. That's your achievment, beating him. Where as his achievment was beating everyone that ever came close to him. He beat established names, legends, and everything in between. He took on all challengers without fear, and utilized his intelligence and raw power to beat them. You beating him is great, but it doesn't mean shit. That's not an impact Josh, try again. Tell me one time, one fucking time where you stood on top of SCW, and people said "Josh Hudson is amazing". Tell me one time where people feared you, where you had the entire world by the balls and could walk around doing whatever you wanted. You have never done that. You have never made an impact. I.. I made an impact. As I stated to Greg earlier, you people remind me everytime about how great I once was.. that's an impact. Nobody ever reminds you how great you are, were, or will be. You Josh, are mediocore. That's truth without a lie. You're a winner.. congratulations.. you fail at big time events.. majority do. You can't learn from your own mistakes, and continue to make them. That's truth as well. Those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat the past. That's truth.. that's you.. so continue making those mistakes Josh. I'll sit back, laugh, and point out every single flaw that you hold in you. And if you have anything more to say towards me, then do it now.. because after this Sunday, there won't be a damn person alive who can walk up to me and say whatever they want. For if they do, I will permantly shut them up. Why? Because I am The Real Fuckin' Speed. And I'm back, and better then ever.

Speed- So take care everyone, talk your shit.. I'll be here, I'll be watching, and I'll be waiting. And come Sunday, through hell and high water, I will succeed. That is the truth, and if you cannot face it, then you will fall before me. You will get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness, you will wish you never doubted me, or mocked me. You will then ultimatly realize exactly what fate is. And that fate is failure for six other men.. I don't fail. So sleep well everyone, because tomorrow we go to war. And it will be a bloody and viscious one at that. To those that listened to my words, I wish you the best in life. For those who shrug them off, heh.. we'll see.

***With that the camera feed ends for Speed's promo.***

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***Still in the hotel room, Speed checks the time, while refreshing his email. Still recieving nothing, he watches as the clock strikes Five.***

Speed- I guess this is it..

"The Wall"- Yeah.. let's go. I have a feeling were being watched right now anyways. I know a few shortcuts to throw them off our trail.

Speed- Alright, I trust you on this one. Let's go now.

***Speed grabs his video camera, and leaves the hotel room. As he turns back to close his door, he finds a note taped to it. Grabbing it off the door, he tears it open and reads it.***

Speed- It's a news report.. kind of. Definatly not real.

"The Wall"- What's it say?

Speed- Earlier today Tony Vincenzo had enough of the world, and jumped from his office in LA. Tony was plagued with going bankrupt and often spent his money on drugs and alchol. The LAPD have confirmed that it was a suicide and that no foul play was involved. After searching his office they found the note that detailed his addictions, and how he was losing money investing in professional wrestler The Real Speed. The Real Speed has yet to be contacted for a comment.

"The Wall"- Holy shit...

Speed- We're in trouble man, and alot of it.

"The Wall"- Let's just go.. we'll figure out a plan on the way.

Speed- Yeah..

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***Across the street a single man is changing in an alleyway. He's taking off a bellboy uniform and switching into a black suit. Throwing on a pair of black sunglasses he pulls out his cellphone and dials a number.***

Man- He's on the move again, but we've definatly got into his head.

...

Man- Are you sure sir?

..

Man- Alright, they can go for now. Withdrawing from the operation until further notice.

***The man closes his cellphone and continues walking out of the alleyway, until he dissapears into the busy street sidewalks.***

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So, now it is truly a time to be on a gold rush. Seven men looking for the opportunity to etch their legacy in stone have the chance to do so tomorrow night. Only three of the known participants have held the championship before and this is their stage to reclaim it. The rest of the participants are looking to taste the gold for the first time, but they will fall short like every other occasion.

That brings me to why I’m here. I don’t mean why I’m in the SCW, but I mean, why I’m here in this dimly lit gold mine. Simply put, I’m a man of metaphors. I like to make a person think. So, put it together why I’m in a gold mine just shortly before I’ll have to enter another unnerving environment.

Pay Per View mates Jay Gold, Hunter and The Real Speed will be against me in this match. Josh Hudson and Cid have always been against me and this mystery guy cannot win this match. I will not allow someone to just walk in here, compete in one match and then walk away as the champion. My goal of eliminating the SCW of Cid Turner is not yet complete, but my greater focus now is to make sure that neither he nor the mystery opponent becomes champion.

For right now, I’m focusing on the task at hand as I’m working on this situation with my friend and former SCW Neo-Cruiserweight Champion “The One and Only” David Swartz.


Dave: Dude, why are we even here?

Cherry: I’m on the hunt for gold right now in more ways than one. I’m hoping that there is something worth finding down here.

Dave: They aren’t going to let us do any mining down here, Greg. We’re not even professional miners.

Cherry: I cleared it with the mining experts, so yes, we can do some excavation down here.

I turned on my helmet light and began to head further down the mine.

Dave: What does this even have to do with the Elimination Chamber? You’re just, I don’t know, 24 hours away from one of the biggest matches of your career and right now, you’re digging through dirt.

Cherry (sighs): Do you take everything I do literally?

Dave: You never told me what you were doing.

Cherry: Dave, it’s a metaphor. I’m on the hunt for gold, much like I am for the Elimination Chamber tomorrow night. I’m not just doing this for the hell of it.

Dave: I expected you to make fun of Hunter or Jay Gold or something like that in another skit.

Cherry: I don’t need a skit for those two. Jay is too busy trying to talk to random chicks that he knows and Hunter should go swim in the Great Barrier Reef so he can find a stingray or something.

Dave: That was so wrong.

Cherry: What do you want me to do? Do you want me to be nice and say that I respect them and that we’re going to have a good match? Dave, 1996 called and they want their era back. This is 10 years later, things change and people change. I’m not going to be nice to anybody in that chamber whether they my friend or not, whether they are in Pay Per View or not, I don’t care. This is about the SCW Championship, this isn’t a gift exchange.

I turned my head and my light shined on something that gave off a small glimmer of light.

Cherry: Hey, I think I found something.

Dave: What now?

Cherry: I don’t know, but I want to check it out.

I adjusted the light on my helmet and I began to chip away at the rock surrounding the light.

Dave: I really wish you weren’t serious about this.

Cherry: I really wish that you would shut up and help me dig this.

Dave rolled his eyes and then turned on his helmet light. He began to dig around the same area where I was digging. A few minutes later, we were able to brush away the dirt and find what the glimmering light was coming from.

Cherry: It’s a freakin’ light to light up the mine.

Dave: Good job for wasting my time. Can we go now?

Cherry: The miners told me that there was something special hidden just for me down here. If that was it, then that would be really disappointing.

Dave: They wouldn’t make you dig for a light, but if they did, oh well. I’m worn out.

Cherry: You haven’t even been down here for 15 minutes and you’re already tired. You didn’t even get out of shape after you left SCW. Are you just that lazy?

Dave: Maybe.

Cherry: You suck. I’m trying to have a little bit of fun here and you’re whining and bitching and moaning because you’re tired. I haven’t heard this much bitching and moaning since Adam Riddick found out that he wasn’t in the Chamber.

Dave: Nice one.

Cherry: Thanks, I try. Now, I need to find whatever those miners hid for me.

Dave: Fine, I’ll come along, but after this, I’m leaving.

Cherry: Then, let’s go.

Dave and I both continued down the mine as we searched for the surprise that was set up for us. After about twenty minutes of unsuccessful searching, we thought it might be best to give up or at the least, ask for a hint. We started to walk out of the mine until I turned my head and saw another shimmering light come from a dark corner of the mine.

Cherry: Hey Dave, what’s that?

Dave: That’s probably another light, let’s go.

Cherry: No, no, no. It can’t be. That’s too bright to be just another light.

Dave: Turn your head for a second.

I did so and when my light wasn’t focused on what I thought was the surprise, the corner went dark.

Dave: I think that might be it, then. It’s not lit up when there’s no light around it.

Cherry: You think it might be the gold that we were looking for?

Dave: We might as well try.

We adjusted our lights and began to dig away again at the mine. For several minutes, we chipped away at the dirt until we were able to reach in and grab the gold.

It wasn’t 24-karat gold exactly; in fact, it wasn’t solid gold that we pulled out of the mine.

The miners strategically had placed a replica of the SCW Championship in the mine. I guess that adds to the symbolism.


Dave: Another metaphor, possibly?

Cherry: Yes, and a very appropriate one at that.

We walked out of the mine and I came out with the replica SCW Championship belt on my shoulder. I dusted it off a little bit and showed it to the miners who all applauded me. I shook their hands and thanked them for the use of their mine.

Cherry: Ah, it feels so good to have gold on my shoulder again. Even though, it’s not the real gold…yet.

That brings me to the Elimination Chamber and my match this Sunday for the very belt that this one is modeled after, the SCW Championship. I’ve been there, I’ve done that and I want to go back for more. I mean, there is a slew of talent in that ring that has earned their way here, but no one in this match needs the title more than I do. Cid doesn’t need it anymore, Jay wants it, but doesn’t need it, and the Real Speed is pretty indifferent. Hunter wants it and Hudson wants it, hell, even the mystery opponent wants it, but I’m the only one that absolutely needs that gold.

That brings me to the remainder of my opponents. First off, I’m going to start with Jay Gold, who quite honestly has disappointed me with his words. It’s a shame, Jay, because you’ve known me for too long to think that I am only focused on two men. No, you see, I am taking my time and I’m not wasting my energy repeating time after time the same stuff about every opponent. So, I’ve had trouble beating Cid, what does that have to do with anything? Jay, don’t you realize that Cid could beat me 100 times for the SCW Title, and all I have to do is beat him once and the title is mine?

Jay, someone must have hit you with the stupid stick since you joined Pay Per View, because you’re really out of it. I put the blame on Hudson because of our loss in the Trios Tournament. Yeah and do you want to know why?


(I spoke slowly and sarcastically while cupping my hands around my mouth)

Cherry: BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONE THAT GOT PINNED!

We don’t need to hear about how you beat Brent Randall and became champion. Whoopty-freakin’ doo, Jay. I beat him when I was a rookie. As I recall, didn’t you lose the title the next month to Phoenix? That’s what I thought. I find it funny how you neglect to mention your own failures, Jay. I know when I fail and I don’t mind admitting it. I’m not happy to do it, but I’m man enough to let people know when I got beat. So, why don’t you talk to some girl that you know, whether she’s a relative, a spouse or someone else that you know that has AIDS and see if she cares about what you think, because I didn’t get that memo. By the way, if you are going to talk to a woman or anyone else for that matter, ask her if she might want to be hired by SCW, because it seems like everyone you talk to is interviewing you about your next match.

Next on the list is Hunter, probably the only man in this match that I’ve never faced, not including the Taking Hold of the Flame battle royal. Hunter has always been a brash, cocky and arrogant S.O.B., but for his lack of success, he has no right to be that way. He’s never been champion, yet he thinks he’s the leader of Pay Per View. If anything, only one member of Pay Per View should have been leader and that was either me or Jay, because we’re the only ones of the five to have held gold.

Then again, he makes it very clear why he shouldn’t be champion. Jay wants to talk about not mentioning people, well, Hunter doesn’t seem to care that he’s got six people to possible beat. It’s just a shame that he won’t be able to bring the SCW Championship out of the Chamber with him, because he won’t even make it to the final two. Hell, he might be the first one eliminated from the Chamber. Whether you’re the first one or the last one eliminated doesn’t really matter. The only thing that you need to think about right now is how you’re going to feel when I walk out as the only Pay Per View member to have won a title since we began.

Next on my list, I have Cid, but why should I mention him? He hasn’t even cared about the Elimination Chamber it seems. I think that he just wants to ride out on his high horse and be a little bitch about the entire situation. That’s fine, Cid. You want to take your ball and go home, then leave. We don’t need you here. We never wanted you here and I hope the door does hit you in the ass on the way out. If you decide to show up for the Elimination Chamber, then that’s perfectly fine. This isn’t Rise to Greatness, this isn’t your type of match, and since I’ve been in similar environments in the past, it’s nothing completely new to me. Cid Turner, I hope that you’re cherishing your last moments as King, because in a few short hours, I will make you bow down to the new King and his name will be Greg Cherry.

Now, I move on to the “Unknown Superstar”. I don’t know who you are, and quite frankly, I don’t care. It’s pretty sad when I don’t know your name, but I can list off various reasons why you shouldn’t win the match. First of all, it’s nice to know that you and Hunter are butt-buddies, because you obviously have a sick obsession with raping.


I adjust the replica belt on my shoulder and continue.

Cherry: What’s funny though is that you think that I am joking when it comes to the SCW Title. I am dead serious in everything I do. I can mock you to high Heaven, but I’m not laughing at all. The SCW Championship is my life and as long as I am in this business, that’s all that I have the desire to live for professionally. Yet you stand there in judgment of me while you name off some other personalities that you wish you could be. You may be the Hitler of SCW and you may be the Stalin of SCW, that’s all good and well, but they fell after their reign of terror was over. You, my friend, won’t even get to start a reign of your own.

I hope you realize your hypocrisy by having people do as you say, not as you do. I, for one, am not going to listen to your preaching and follow it like some soulless slave. You can try to have our fear work against us, but you forget who you’re dealing with. Maybe you don’t, though. Maybe you know exactly who you’re dealing with. Maybe, you could be the person that I beat for the SCW Title many months ago. Hell, you could be someone I never faced. I am preparing for the absolute worst case scenario and that is if I have to enter the Chamber first. My endurance training for this match has been second to none and I am more ready than I am willing to let any of you believe. So, whenever you show your face, whichever one you decide to pick, there will be absolutely nothing that will stop me from taking you down and out before you even get started.

If you don’t mind, though, I’m going to back track a little and talk about some men who can’t seem to keep their mouths shut for the sake of humanity. First of all, let me address Josh Hudson. I’m going to call you “Mr. Technicality” from now on, because you seem to find every little nitpicking way to spin the story around. Case in point: the six-man tag. Oh wait, that’s right, I just remembered. It was a handicap match, because my own partner attacked me before the match got underway, so therefore, I wasn’t apart of it, so therefore, yes Josh, you have failed against me every single time.

Also, don’t turn the blame of the Trios Tournament on me. I did what I could. By the way, who got the winning pinfall to advance us to the second round? Oh, that’s right, it was me. So tell me Josh, who got pinned in the second round to lose it all for us? Oh, how could I forget? It was you. I just remembered something else. Who took out our own tag team partner during the first round match? Of course, it was some dipshit named Josh Hudson. So, I fail to see why I’m to blame for our loss. And yes, I may not have been on the Apocalypse card, but at least, I won my match. That’s more than you can say.

You know, you never were the sharpest knife in the drawer. Hell, you don’t even deserve the honor of being a knife. You’re more like a spatula. All you ever do is scrape your way from the bottom and that’s where you’re going to stay after the Elimination Chamber. I don’t owe you anything from my career, especially since you blew in more ways than one our Trios Tournament prize a couple weeks ago. I had faith in you and I knew what you could do in the ring. Then, it hit me when it was all over. I knew how well you could lose. It’s just going to be more of the same come Under Attack.

Finally, we have the Real Speed. If you look up synonyms for “complete and utter moron”, his face takes up the entire page. I want to know how many drugs you were on when you said the stuff you did about me. I think it’s funny how you can’t beat me, but you’re so confident that you’re going to win. So, if I do get beaten by someone, how are you going to beat someone who is better than I am? Did you think that one through?

Yes, there may be nothing left for me if I lose, but what about you? You may have been here longer, but I’ve accomplished more than you have. I’ve actually been to the top of the mountain. You fell a far distance from as high as you were, no pun intended. What I find amazing is that you have no problem riding the coattails of whoever you can to get to the top. That’s you’re your M.O. from the beginning and it’s worked fairly well, but you’ve never got the job done.

And one other thing, Speed, if you or anyone else says the phrase “Oh, how the mighty have fallen” in reference to me one more time, I swear to God, I will shoot somebody in the face. Can no one come up with anything original for me? For months, it was “Cherry Picker” or “Cherry Popper” and now it’s “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” This is why I think I’m going to have an advantage over all of you. I have the mental capacity to think up of my own shit.

Let’s look at the big picture, this match has 2 rapists, a drunk and a drug addict, a possible victim of AIDS, a man with no common sense, a failure at life, oh wait, those last two were both Hudson, you have one of the longest reigning champions in SCW history, and then you have me, who wants all the glory without all the diseases. This entire match may resemble a horrible rendition of the Jerry Springer show, but when it’s all said and done, the fans will be chanting “Cherry! Cherry! Cherry!” as I stand above everyone as the new SCW Champion.

And if you don’t like what I say, then your life is the pits, deal with it.


Dave: There’s some dust on your belt.

Cherry: I know, that’s because it was in the mine. Besides, this one’s not even the real one. I really hope you guys didn’t take it from my trophy case back at home.

The miners shook their heads in denial.

Cherry: Good, otherwise I’ll have to up the security back at my house.

Dave: Can we get out of here now?

Cherry: Yeah, I have to meet my wife for dinner.

Dave: Why didn’t you just take her down there?

Cherry: Dave, she’s seven months pregnant, she wouldn’t do me much good down there in the mine.

Dave: Why not?

Cherry: She kinda can’t do anything that physical yet.

Dave: So you brought me down here?

Cherry: Yes, I wanted to get your lazy ass down here to do something for once.

Dave: Well, what if I couldn’t anything that physical?

Cherry: Would you just go, you dumb ass?

I shook my head as Dave shrugged his shoulders and walked toward the car. I shook the hands of the miners again before waving to them as I left. I got in the car and drove off back to my hotel room to change for our dinner.

Elsewhere in Chicago…


Eddie: So, the boss is going to be here tomorrow night?

Jack: Yeah, that’s when we’re going to ask for our jobs. We can’t let Greg know what we’re doing, though.

Eddie: How do you plan on doing that? If we wear black trench coats or something, we’ll be too suspicious.

Jack: I know that, but Greg’s a lazy ass and he doesn’t get to the arena until maybe about 4 hours before the show starts. He enjoys his sleep and it annoys me, since I’m a personal trainer. I’m up early and luckily, I found out that Drachewych gets to his shows early, so he can get work done.

Eddie: So, we’re going to do this tomorrow?

Jack: Yes, before the show even starts.

Eddie: Good, I can’t wait to start this off with a bang.

Jack: Don’t worry, we’ll make a real impact and he’s the one going to experience a sensation.

Jack and Eddie stared up at the arena where Under Attack was to take place and they walked out of the picture as the camera panned up on the United Center.

And…scene.
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I've decided to take a break from the movie. Its just a bit much. I mean I've already been contacted about my next film. Its some sort of dramatic thriller. I mean thats all fine and dandy, but Im not going to let this take over my wrestling career. Wrestling comes first, then Hollywood. But what about the Elimination Chamber? The Superstar, Jay Gold, Greg Cherry. Cid Turner, the Real Speed and Hunter...all of them are my opponents. I have to be able to outlast each one of them in order to become the next SCW World Champion. I know this, just like they know this. Its going to come down to who has the most willpower and determination. Sure I was victorious going into this match up, with a win over Hunter and Speed in a tag team match alongside CHBK, but now Im on my own. I have to step it up a notch if I am going to win this. I've done pretty good so far, or have I? There goes that worrying again. I knew it wouldnt be long before it kicked in, telling me that Im going to lose if I dont do this or if I dont do that. Its shit like that that really brings me down and I dont need it. Definitely not now. I dont need to start worrying right before one of the biggest matches of my career. The SCW Championship is one of the SCW titles I have never won. I've held the SCW United States Championship, along with the Tag Team Championship and the SCW 24/7 Hardcore Championship. I should be or should have been the Underground Champion, seeing how I did defeat Orion the Scar, but oh well. But none of those championships mean as much to me as the Heavyweight Championship. Its the belt that every wrestler enters this business looking to capture. Some get it quicker than others, and then some have to wait in line, climbing and falling down the ladder of success, much like I have.

...Man what time is it? 3 am. Damn. I can never get to sleep. Always worrying over nothing. Im nervous as Hell. I dont want to fuck this chance up. I want to win this goddam thing be declared the SCW Champion, even if I dont hold it for very long, Just as long as I am known in the history books as a SCW superstar that captured the SCW Championship. Who wouldnt want that? As long as I become champion, I can hold it for a day or a few weeks...I just want to know what it feels like to become the Champion of the World. Even if I do win it, Im not going to start ranting about becoming the King of the World and God because that shit is played out. Cid and Chad Evans ran that into the ground. Its old and worn out like that hooker that wanted me to pick her up earlier tonight. Thank God I was driving because I would have kicked her goddam teeth down her throat. She's lucky I didnt run her wrinkled ass over. Nasty ass bitch. Man I got to get some sleep. I just cant stop worrying. What if I really am afraid of the mysterious superstar? What if my words didnt effect him at all? What if what if what if...like Kid Rock told Uncle Kracker...fuck what and tell if to suck my dick...Im not sure if that would work. But then again, Im not sure about a lot of things right now. I wonder if Im doing the right thing by acting. I mean I have always wanted to act. I had a few major roles in a few high school plays. I juggled wrestling, girls and acting during that time, so what makes it different now? Hell to be perfectly honest...I dont know. I wish I did but I dont. What can I do except take whatever life throws at me one day at a time and do whatever I can with it, whether it be run and jump over it, or let it roll over me, running me down. Life is funny that. One moment you feel like you are on top of the world and the next you are ready to load up a gun, put it to your head and pull the fucking trigger, ending your life. But it always gets better.

It always gets better. Thats what I tell myself. I should have done that before I decided to leave the SCW so many times. I was stupid and naive. I may still be naive but not as much. Im getting closer and closer to thirty. What do I have to show for myself? Three world title reigns, a couple secondary title reigns and a few major, groundbreaking wins here and there...but what about the SCW? My home promotion. Would I really look back at my SCW career and call it a failure? Is that what it really is? A failure. Is Speed right? Have I not really made any sort of impact? I have had to have made an impact or I wouldnt be as a big a superstar as I once was. I tell myself Speed is just full of shit. He said he sold out. He is now being used to bring up new comers and make the main eventers look strong. Why would he openly admit that? Its just a cover up I tell myself. He is just trying to make everyone believe that he's not a loser, but we all know what the truth is. Speed is a loser and that is all there really is too say about him. I mean, Speed...you're not fooling anyone. Greg, he's still about beating me over a year ago. Grow up...get the fuck over it. Jay...he is so high on himself and tells me he is better than me when he has never beaten me one on one. Hunter...I've beaten him. Cid...I dont know if he will even speak about this match. The Superstar...he think he has me in a corner, yet he's not even close. What else can I say about my opponents? Is there anything that I havent said at all? I dont know. I feel like I got the verbal type of writer's block.

I always get stuck on words. I run out of ideas and it fucking sucks. I dont know what to say. I dont really feel like repeating myself and getting myself mixed up, spewing out contradictions. I have grown from that and I dont want to go back again. So for right, I'll stay silent. I wont speak anything about them until I am good and ready. Hopefully I will get that fire back again and I can deliver a few more promos before the night of Under Attack. Time will tell. Time...what a funny thing...it can be with you and then it can turn on you in a second. Thats the funny thing about time. You never know whats going to happen. All of us, my opponents and myself, we all talk this big game about how we are going to kick one another's asses, and we are going to do this and that and we are going to become the SCW Champion. Its bullshit. Sure we will kick each other's asses, but we dont know who will walk out the Elimination Chamber with the goddam championship. None of us are psychic...we cant give Tarot readings. I wish I could get one so I could know what the fuck the future holds for yours truly...

The scene opens up as Josh Hudson is shown walking around downtown Hollywood, hands in his pockets. He has a white Hurley hat on, burgundy T shirt with a black long sleeve shirt underneath, a fresh pair of blue jeans and a pair of black boots. He journeys down the sidewalk, passing by gazing fans, trying to sneak a peak at the celebrity Hudson, but he keeps his head low. He then turns and goes inside a local pool hall. He walks by the hustlers at the table, then takes a seat at a booth. One of the owners walks up and asks if Hudson wants anything.

Josh Hudson: "Get me a chicken filet sandwich, and a coke to drink if you dont mind. And get me a ice cold beer. Whatever you got...doesnt matter...I just need to drink."

The owner then leaves and goes off to prepare Hudson's order. Hudson looks around and sees a set of girls, about twenty two, twenty three...staring at him.They smile, gigling amongst themselves. Hudson smirks back, then turns away. He then lights up a cigarette. He then remembers he hates the smell, so he puts it out. The next thing he knows, his booth moves. He turns around and sees the same two girls sitting across from him. They giggle to themselves, whispering as well. Hudson has seen it all before. He knows their game. He enjoys knowing victory is coming to him tonight. Then the owner returns with Hudson's order. The two girls start talking to him. Hudson replies with the usual "yes, no, really? thats crazy...you dont say...who, what, when where and why and how...and maybe" as he continues his meal. While he eats away, blocking out the girls, he begins thinking to himself.

These girls want my body so damn bad. And they shall have it. They know who I am. They can tell I am someone important. A big time superstar. Im getting laid tonight, goddamit. Hells yeah. But what about my rule? No double cumming before the night of a match? I guess I am going to have to break that rule, because its a rarity that one gets to sleep with two women at one time. I am not about to pass this one up. But what about the match? The Elimination Chamber is almost here. What shall I do? I have more promos to cut but I dont really have it in me to cut one. I feel like I dont have any fire in me right now. I have to put something out or I am fucked out of this match up. I want to win the World Heavyweight Championship, but I cant half ass this shit and expect to win the damn belt. I might as well admit it that once again...this isnt my time. It isnt my time to capture the one belt I have dreamed of winning since the beginning of my career. My career...it might be going down the tubes...draining out. What the fuck I am supposed to do? I am going to fight for my life, for my career and for my future with this company. The SCW...is my home. I have turned my back on it, but it has always welcomed me back with open arms each and everytime. Even if I do lose...I will go out there and give one of my finest performances. I will dig down deep and pull out something not even I knew was buried within. My time is now. If I want to be an impact player and a main eventer, then I have to do this. I must do this. This is necessary. Call me the good guy, bad guy, the neutral I dont give a good goddam. I am a wrestler. And Under Attack will be my defining moment.

The two girls then break Hudson's concentration.

One Girl: "So...are we going to go back to my place?"

Two Girl: "Yeah seriously..."

Josh Hudson: "Check..."
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The scene reopens a few hours later from the original scene, with Hudson is shown sitting on the rooftop of his apartment building. He has a cam corder standing on a tripod. He clears his throat, and his mind, then gets his focus up and begins speaking.

Josh Hudson: "This will be my final promo for Under Attack. I have nothing left to say other than what you will hear tonight. I am going into this match with a clear mind, and a heart of determination. I have been held back for most of my career. And I have found out...that it has nothing to do with the management here in the SCW...it has to do with me. I am the reason I have been held back. I have backed myself into a corner and I have allowed my mouth to overload my ass and get myself into trouble. Tomorrow night, I will do whatever I have to in order to survive this seven man Elimination Chamber, and to ensure myself the victory and become the newly crowned SCW Heavyweight Champion of the World. Go ahead and fucking laugh. Laugh at the thought of Josh Hudson holding the SCW Championship. A belt no one has ever thought I have even deserved a shot at. So be it. I will prove the naysayers wrong just as I have always done throughout my career. I have held world titles before, but none of them mean as much to me as the SCW Championship."

"Hunter, you and I had one hell of a match a few weeks ago on Breakdown. I am ready to take you beyond your limits and pummel your Aussie into the fucking mat repeatedly. You can be cocky and funny all you want, but when it comes to the match, I am deadly serious. Im not pulling any punches. I am going all out. Sure you have heard that shit before, just like everyone else has probably heard but as they say...a classic never dies. Hunter, you are one heck of an athlete. And I told you you have earned my respect. You and I went at it all out and I have no doubt in my mind that we will do the same or take it an extra level higher. But if I have to go through you to win the World title, then so be it. I will beat you down. I have no problem with that, just as I know it is the same with you."

"Greg Cherry, I am not going to get into our feud. Other than the fact that you and I will tear the roof off of the arena, just as we always have. Maybe it will come down to the two of us. It would be great to have Cherry versus Hudson Chapter Four or is it...One seeing how I changed my name? Fuck it. It doesnt matter. Either way it would be great to cap off the main event by having a battle of two of SCW's future flagbearers. It would be an honor to kick your ass and make you tap out again to earn my very first SCW Championship. We have shed blood, sweat and tears against each other, and I know for a fact that shit wont change. Sure you could say that I find everything but its what I do. That is how I roll. I like to prove people wrong. If you dont like it, then hey...listen to your catchphrase...deal with it. So I will scrape my way from the bottom, but after Under Attack I will be at the bottom. Hey at least Im not opening pay per views and Breakdown like you. I am actually involved in the main show. So Greg, why dont you shut your mouth and save yourself the embarrassment? This isnt 2005. You arent as good as you once were. I am not as bad as I once was. I have gotten better, while you have gotten stale."

"Speaking of getting stale, that lead me to Jay Gold. Gold, seriously...you think that you are better than me. But you're not. Get over it. Why not grow a pair and realize that you cant really hold a candle to me. Honestly, Gold...you and I need to just have one match. No time limits and no draws, just so we can establish that I am the better superstar. You are just as stale as Greg is now. You have had multiple chances at the SCW Championship, yet you have only held it once. Sure Greg used that against you as well, but look at him..he couldnt even get a clean victory. He had to get a DQ win to retain the belt. I have a miserable movie career? Its only really starting. Stop comparing my career with yours. They are not the same. Your were a success like you said, now you are just fighting for TV time. I could sit here and get into this with you about my movie career, but hey guess what...this isnt about my movie career. This is about wrestling. So why bring it up? Simply because you dont have anything to really say other than shit about someone's personal life or something about another career venture one is involved in. At least my wife doesnt have AIDS...and you probably have it as well...I can see why you want the SCW title...just so you could feel good about yourself, as if you mean something special before you eventually die."

"Speed, you want to talk about impact. Why would I take advice from you? You claim to have sold out, yet you are just making excuses for your lame ass career. It has fallen. Dont try to make my career to be like yours. I mean, Speed...I have made an impact. The last thing you did that made any sort of impact was when you stole Drachewych's shoes. Now that is career growth. So fuck you Speed. You cant get to me like that. It doesnt bother me. You can say shit about how much impact I've made and what not, but I have heard the same shit many times throughout my career, so Im used to it. It is just like a fly. I can brush it off like it is nothing because that is exactly what your words are. Nothing. How is that for impact? And as far as you asking me if I remember a time when you ran things...I say no because that was when I wasnt with the SCW. I didnt watch any sort of SCW television, simply because it was during the boring period and I had better things to do than to watch jackasses such as yourself play with themselves and act like they are big shots, when they are...nothing."

"Cid Turner...you havent said anything, so I dont care about you. You could say something and it wont really phase anyone. So piss off. Just like you Superstar, you have tried to get inside my head, yet it hasnt worked. Go ahead and try again and I will shrug it off because it will be pointless and meaningless like the entire mystery and hype surrounding you. Its just a crock of shit and a waste of time. Does that sound familair Superstar? To everyone here is big fuck you...because I am done talking. I am ready to get into the ring and battle this match out. Until then...you can all kiss my ass. I am done."

Hudson stops speaking. He then turns off the cam corder, before kicking it off of the rooftop and watches it break against the sidewalk , before walking out of the scene,ending the scene in darkness.

THE FADE TO BLACK

(occ: good luck everyone..sorry I couldnt put more up...but its either rp or get drunk...Speed...you can agree with me on that one.)
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ooc- Don't worry Josh, I'm right behind you on the getting drunk part. It begins now.

So there we were. "The Wall" and I cornered like a bunch of foxes. We had somehow manage to arrive at the hideout without being followed, but something still felt wrong inside of me. My agent was dead, or so I was made to believe. And I had nobody left to turn to, except for "The Wall". I was still clueless as to what was really going on around me, and wanted answers. Unfortunatly hiding from everyone wasn't going to help us out any further, but it might give us a few more hours to live. I shudder at the thought, but realize just how real everything has become. For all I knew, there was a bullet with my name on it, and whomever I had fucked over in the past would finally be able to sleep at night.

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***We join The Real Speed and "The Wall" during mid conversation. A single lightbulb dimmly lights the shack they are hiding out in. A pistol is laying on a small table, along with the video camera and recent notes. Speed is typing away on his laptop, desperatly trying to find any connections between him and Seattle.***

"The Wall"- Think hard Speed, organized crime, you, Seattle. What's the connection.

Speed- I don't know man, I honestly don't fucking know. Blood has been spilled and I have no clue why.

"The Wall"- Maybe we screwed up?

Speed- Obviously we did, Tony Vincezo is dead and it's my fault.

"The Wall"- Tony's death was inevitable, he was on a bad path to begin with. Concentrate on keeping yourself alive. He's dead, you can't go back and change that.

Speed- I know.. I fuckin' know. And it's not helping that there's no record of me in Seattle.

"The Wall"- What if it wasn't Seattle?

Speed- It's the Emerald City. There's no other possible connection.

"The Wall"- Follow the yellow brick road.. it will lead you to Oz.

Speed- Oz is Seattle.

"The Wall"- But what about the first part. The yellow brick road.

Speed- Gold.. Title belts..

"The Wall"- I don't think that's it. You would have found a record of you winning a title in Seattle had it been that.

Speed- Well.. cocaine, pure cocaine.. is yellow. Yellow bricks of cocaine.. will lead me to Oz.

"The Wall"- Wait.. wait.. you might have something here. You said you used to deal that shit right?

Speed- A long time ago man, I was still an addict up until 2003 or so.

"The Wall"- And did you buy pure cocaine?

Speed- Not in Seattle. I bought the shit when I was in Detroit for a year. That's about the only time.

"The Wall"- Did you ever know anyone called Oz?

Speed- Oz....I uhh.. I think I've heard that name before.

"The Wall"- What if he's the one behind all of this?

Speed- I don't think it would be someone named Oz. But it's not a bad assumption. Pure cocaine is hard to find.. whomever is dealing it might be our first boss.

"The Wall"- A boss of a boss of a boss.

Speed- Ever watch Boondock Saints?

"The Wall"- Yeah..

Speed- I think it's time two ordinary men start taking out crime lords.

"The Wall"- Speed think about that for a second. We're not killing people unless it comes down to it.

Speed- Are you forgetting that organized crime mobs that sell pure cocaine are potentially after us?

"The Wall"- Good point, but were not killing anyone.

Speed- So what's the plan then?

"The Wall"- I'm thinking.. were just going to lay low for now.

Speed- And in the meantime?

"The Wall"- Cut a promo. Masterbate in the corner.. I really don't care what you do. Just stay here and let me think.

Speed- They want us to kill each other..

"The Wall"- What?

Speed- They didn't let us escape.. they let us box ourselves in.. you said it best they will wipe there hands clean any way possible. Double homicide..

"The Wall"- That's crazy talk man..

Speed- Is it? Why else are we still alive right now.

"The Wall"- Were not going to kill each other! Get a grip man, you're starting to lose it..

Speed *shakes head*- Yeah.. yeah.. sorry.. we're going to get through this, alive and unscathed.

***Speed starts pacing around the room while "The Wall" sits down and thinks of a plan. Speed goes from pacing around to typing on his laptop. He pulls up an email notifying him of Greg Cherry cutting a promo on him. Shrugging it off he checks his watch. 3 hours ago he had sent out his tape, the battle was only beginning.***

Speed- I'm a complete and utter moron according to Greg Cherry. I love it. I think I just played on there Attention Deficit Disorder.

"The Wall"- What?

Speed- Oh sorry.. Greg Cherry one of the guys I'm facing. He called me a complete and utter moron for the things I said to him, yet he failed to listen to all my words when I told them the secrets of life. See it's something I do, I'll go and place an important piece of the puzzle against one guy, and when then use it against another opponent, so that they are indeed the stupid ones.

"The Wall"- What did you say?

Speed- The secret of life is to never let anyone know how smart you really are.

"The Wall"- How did you outsmart him?

Speed- He used simply terminology here. Exact quote is "I think it's funny how you can't beat me, but you're so confident that you're going to win. So, if I do get beaten, by someone, how are you going to beat someone who is better than I am?"

"The Wall"- I think that sentence just killed apart of me.

Speed- Yeah.. yeah I know.

"The Wall"- So what's the answer to the question?

Speed- Simple man, someone beats Greg.. doesn't mean I can't beat them. Six other people in there besides me man, any single one of them can be taken out at any point in time. It's an elimination match for crying out loud, we could all eliminate Greg Cherry by doing a six on one. I have no clue what this guy is going on here. It's not like we're all taking turns fighting one another, and switching up every two or three minutes.

"The Wall"- So did you just drag him down to your level of stupidity and beat him with years of experience?

Speed- Ha.. yeah.. I totally did.

"The Wall"- Well I think I have a plan.

Speed- Let's hear it.

"The Wall"- Assuming we haven't been followed here, we take the car and we drive to Mexico.

Speed- Uhh.. I'm banned from Mexico.

"The Wall"- The entire country?

Speed- Yeah..

"The Wall"- Why?

Speed- Well I fucked over a coke dealer down there, and he pretty much ran the place.

"The Wall"- ....

Speed- What?

"The Wall"- You ever consider maybe he wants you dead and has been causing all these problems?

Speed- Uhh.. no, not him. He doesn't sell this far up the border.

"The Wall"- I swear to god Speed, if it is him.. I might let him kill you.

Speed- No seriously, it's not him. But we can't go to Mexico.

"The Wall"- Well then were screwed.

Speed- Maybe not.. my wireless internet works well enough. I might be able to make a move here.

***Speed types something into his laptop, and sends it off.***

"The Wall"- What did you just do?

Speed- Well if I have no friends left in the world, there's one little boy who could help me.

"The Wall"- And that is?

Speed- Gary.. that cripple kid from the other day.

"The Wall"- Whoa.. think about this Speed. You sure you want to bring him into all of this?

Speed- Relax man, I just told him to contact Oleksa Drachewych for me.

"The Wall"- Why don't you just do that yourself?

Speed- Oleksa has a heart for kids. He doesn't care what trouble I get myself into.

"The Wall"- And Oleksa can do what?

Speed- Anything he damn well pleases. What do we have to do to survive.

"The Wall"- We need body armor, another pistol, some ammo. First aid kits, walkie talkies, two mannequins, and 50,000 dollars.

Speed- I thought we weren't killing anyone.

"The Wall"- We're not.

Speed- I don't get it..

"The Wall"- Trust me, get the following. The money, pistol, and body armor are for us.

Speed- Ok, I'm trusting you on this one.

***Speed sends his requests to Gary so that he can contact Oleksa Drachewych to help Speed out.***

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***Two hours later, Speed has really started losing his patience as he awaits the personal helicopter that will be landing nearby. He jumps out of his chair when he hears the rushing of the helicopter blades. "The Wall" grabs the pistol off the table, and opens up the front door. He tells Speed to stay inside as he runs out and grabs the crate the helicopter just dropped for them. Pulling it inside, the two break it open, and take a look at there inventory.***

Speed- Alright, now what.

"The Wall"- Take the two mannequins, wrap them up in gauze. Place your hat and shirt on top of one of them. Take my shirt for the other one.

Speed- Ok..

"The Wall"- I'll place the walkie talkies underneath the chairs. That money will keep us alive for another week or so. Strap on the body armor, and take the pistol and some ammo.

Speed- You're not a security guard are you.

"The Wall"- Took you this long to figure out? Names Jason Bradly, former CIA agent.

Speed- Jason eh....

Jason- Yes sir. You're going home alive buddy, I didn't want to blow my cover just yet, but it seems were in a tight bind.

Speed- So this was all planned out?

Jason- No, not at all. Tony.. he hired me to protect you, he knew you would want me as your manager and personal bodyguard. We didn't expect anything like this to happen, but we wanted to be over cautious due to your rambunctious lifestyle.

Speed- I'm done the mannequins.

Jason- I've got the walkie talkies placed.

Speed- Now what?

Jason- Follow me to the car, I've got a friend you need to meet.

Speed- I'm going to cut a promo in the car.

Jason- Do what you gotta do, you'll make it to that arena alive tomorrow night, rest assured on that.

Speed- Ok.. after you.

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The Promo.. inside a car..

***Speed positions the camera on the dashboard as he turns it on. He begins his promo talking about the most recent person to attack him. Greg Cherry.***

Speed- Greg "The Miner" Cherry. How ya doing? I really don't have a whole lot to say to you, but since I'm an asshole and an instigator, I would like to start off with. "My.. how the mighty have fallen." Ok now with that out of the way, I'm sure you know what I'm about to say. I'm about to go on and on about how great I am. But I thought I'd switch things up. I thought I'd let you know why you are a potential candidate to win this Elimination Chamber. You see Greg, for a long time now you've been searching for that gold. And hell, if you win it this month.. wow.. Greg finally did it. And then next month you'll lose it. So really, nobody will remember if you win or not. I thought you would like to know that. And why would you lose it next month if you just so happen to squeek out a victory? Well it's simple. Remember when the trio's tournament went on? Well it's only obvious that MV takes his title shot next month, after all.. the man worked hard to get where he is today. And along with that, next month is the great and tremendous 8th month for you and your wife. I'm sure you'll be busy preparing for the upcoming baby. Is it a boy or a girl? I haven't bothered to find out. But the best part is still yet to come. Because while your distracted with your wife possibly going into labor, I'm taking out CHBK for good. And once CHBK is out of the way, it's only natural that I become the number one contendor. So if you manage to get past MV.. you now have a little bundle of joy. All those early morning 3 am feedings, you'll be to tired to do anything. You'll be a zombie, and SCW cannot be represented by a zombie. Has this dawned on you yet Greg? You remember how you said you need to win this, or else your career is done for? Well I'm going to go out on a limb and tell you straight up. You win this or lose this, career is done. You made a mistake, and that mistake is your kid. And when he or she grows up, I'm going to be sure to tell them this. That they were nothing more then a mistake, and I'll crush any dreams they once had of being someone great. I'll even inform them how their father was nothing more then a one hit wonder. Won the SCW Title once, defended it once, lost it once. You came up to quick Greg.. after you beat me the ego shot through the roof, you made demands you couldn't handle. You beat a few more people, more demands, higher ego. You were flash and flare Greg. SCW needed a pretty face after the elite superstars quit. And that's where you came in. They gave you the ball Greg.. and you dropped it. No.. scratch that. You tried to catch it, and juggled it around for a bit, before dropping it. You never held the ball to begin with. They told you to run, you stood still. They told you to make an impact, you thought you already had. I've got nothing more to say to the likes of you Greg.. what more is there to say? You fucked up in life.. and I'm laughing about it.

Speed- And speaking of fucking up in life, it seems our other loud mouth Josh Hudson has stopped producing his movie for five minutes. If only he would stop forever and save us all the admission fee to see the worlds worst movie. I mean did you see that supporting actress? She looked like Cameron Diaz... in Shrek. Oooo.. that was good and you know it Josh. Which brings me to your comments towards myself. I've got you outmatched word for word Josh. And I know this now. But how.. oh how would dumb little ol' Speed know that Josh Hudson cannot cut a promo on his ass. Allow me to explain. You see Josh, you provoked me.. a whiner, is that all you got? That's all I needed to hear. So I went ahead and showed you why I'm a master of the english language. I put you in denial Josh.. I made your mind mush, until all you spewed out was lies.. pure lies. And swearing every other sentence.. it's the sign of someone who doesn't know what to do. But that's ok Josh, because after all the denial you will finally accept reality. And that reality is this. I am better then you. If this was an office, I'd be the asshole who doesn't do shit, and get's the raises and promotions. While you're hard at work trying to impress the boss. And that's how life works Josh, and the only reason you would be the hard worker who doesn't get shit.. is because you give me no reason to care about you. I don't know when that will finally sink into your brain, but truth be told Josh.. you're freekin' boring. Having a conversation with you is like having a conversation with a deaf man.. you're just not going to get anywhere, and by the time you give up.. you've wasted precious moments of your life away. Fuck it though.. I'll see you Sunday.

Speed- And to the rest of my opponents.. you're all to quiet. You have no cahonies to come out swinging. One of you is a coward.. another lost intrest once he got what he wanted, another is contemplating if he even wants to be here anymore, and the rest have made absolute idiots out of themselves. To be honest fellows, I expected more of a challenge.. but instead it ended up just like every other week. Like shooting fish in a barrel. You guys all thought I was a loser.. and come Sunday, this loser becomes the great SCW Champion in history. I'm headed to the top.. and there ain't a damn thing stopping me anymore. Take care ladies and gentleman, and be sure to tell all your friends to buy my merchandise. Oh.. and one more thing. Any ladies out there want a piece of the hottest superstar ever, just meet me after the show. *kisses the camera.* See ya..

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Hunter
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*3:30 AM. I had two murders on my hand and a bunch of evidence left behind. More then enough to put me away for a long time. Probably enough to earn me a death sentence since it was committed in Oklahoma. I tried to ignore everything through my mind and continued to walk as I tried to think up an idea of avoiding people until I got to Under Attack and competed in the Elimination Chamber for the SCW Title. I couldn’t careless about what will happen after that, my main concern now was to get into Chicago undetected. I guess that left me with one option, that being, driving all those miles on my own.*

*As I continued to walk until I had reached the main stream of Oklahoma. All of a sudden the place had come to life. Well not really. Drunks where stumbling around or out cold on the side walks. There wasn't much people around, probably all where in the clubs or something. I continued to walk my way through, passing a few shops on my way, some open and some shut, not sure of where I was going. I eventually passed a tattoo shop that was open. I eventually stopped a few meters later, turned around and walked back to the tattoo shop before entering it.*

*In there sat your typical tattoo store guy. Some guy who probably weighed sixty pounds while wearing boots. Long hair and tattoos all over his body with a cigarette in his hand.*

Tattoo Guy: What up, dude?

- Wouldn‘t you like to know you little redneck tweak. -

Hunter: Just wanted to decorate my arms a little. This is where I come, right?

Tattoo Guy: Yeah dude, got any particular design you want?

Hunter: What?

Tattoo Guy: What kind of tattoo do you want? A symbol, a logo, a picture, ...?

Hunter: Oh! Well, I was hoping I could get all sorts of things, I want both of my arms full with them from shoulder to wrist.

Tattoo Guy: No, no. That can’t be done. I could probably put on four or so right now, but then you got to come back tomorrow and get another four. If you can handle the pain that is. People usually wait a week or two between sessions.

Hunter: Ok, four will be fine for now. Where do I sit.

Tattoo Guy: Over there.

*He pointed to a recliner like chair. I made my way to it and sat down. He grabbed a folder and followed me, he handed the folder to me, turned his back on me and started getting his tools ready. With his back turned to me, he started to talk to me.*

Tattoo Guy: Just go through that folder and pick out any four tattoos that you like.

- Yeah right, like right now, I really care what I get on me. -

*I opened the folder and looked at the first page. No hearts, no butterflies, no ferries or angels.*

Hunter: Found them.

Tattoo Guy: WOW! That was pretty quick. So what’s your name, dude?

Hunter: ...? ... Cid... Cid Turner. What about you?

Tattoo Guy: That’s one lousy name dude. I’d rather just call you dude.

Hunter: Yeah my parents must have been pretty screwed up to name me something like that.

*The tattoo guy turns around with his needle and ink and takes a seat next to me. He places his tools on a little desk next to him and offers his hand to me. I shook his hand.*

Tattoo Guy: Nice to meet you, Cid. I’m Dave. So where are the tattoo’s you chose?

Hunter: Well... I changed my mind. These things are going to be on me forever, so I might as well like them.

*I took off the clothes covering my torso and placed them on a near by table. I then pointed at that tattoo on my shoulder.*

Hunter: You see this gay sun here. I don’t want anything like that. On my bicep I would like a skull with a knife sticking in the top of it and today’s date written on the knife.

Dave: That could be done, do you have a preferred type of skull or you don’t mind.

Hunter: Just make it look good. I don’t want some geeky skull on me.

Dave: Ok, give me one minute.

*Dave got out of his seat and made his way to somewhere behind me.*

- WOW, I‘m a murderer on the run. I wonder how long I can run for before they finally catch me. I always wanted to do that but never had the nerve to kill someone. It was a lot easier then I thought it would be. After all that bastard deserved to die for throwing away his money on a hoe, while little children starve to death around the world. Even here in this very country, the government has thrown its citizens to the gutter and left them to die while they waste the tax payers money on war. And that prostitute, surly one who sells their body deserves to die. These days people might try and debate and say else. But they could never convince me of this pathetic life and law of the western world. The whore deserved to die and I am happy I was the one to do it. -

Dave: Ok, here we go.

Hunter: HUH?

Dave: The tattoo?

Hunter: Oh, it’s been a long day... night, whatever you people call it.

Dave: Ok, give me your arm.

*He grabbed my arm and wiped my bicep area and then applied a sticker over it of the tattoo I had requested. He pulled it off and the picture was printed on my arm. He then grabbed his needle and went to work on my bicep.*

- OUCH! Man, this does hurt. I guess it will be worth it when my plan is successful and I make it to Chicago and enter the Elimination Chamber. Out of all the shots and chances I have received, I always tried to make myself believe that it would be my last chance just to get that little bit of extra motivation. But with opponents like Cid Turner and Greg Cherry, I couldn‘t really make myself believe that I need to give it my all to beat guys like that. This time I have better opponents, guys who can actually get the best out of me. And whether I like it or not, this will be my last opportunity, probably my last match ever... unless Predator came down and skinned those two bodies before removing their skulls. This is the time, this is the shot, I will take out this match and I will go to prison as the SCW Champion. That is if I go at all, I know how easy it is to buy the jury in this disgusting country. If O.J Simpson and Michael Jackson did then I can surely do it. -

Hunter: Now I understand why people wait a week or two between their sessions. This really stings man.

Dave: Yeah, no shit.

- WHAT? ... Stupid Americans. Who the hell do they think they are with their stupidity. I’ve never seen someone be more proud of being stupid and useless to the world then an American. The bastards take pride in it. What the hell is no shit? Is that supposed to impress me, is he trying to show me he is cool or something. Hallo fuckwit, you‘re a man not a kid. -

Hunter: So how long does this pain usually last?

Dave: A few days, pretty much like a bruise. Just protect it and you wont feel a thing.

Hunter: Just a few days, huh?

Dave: Yep, there you go, all done. What do you want for the second one.

Hunter: Hmm, I want a guy on his knees with his hands above his head holding a championship belt. Also give him long hair.

Dave: I got to draw that one up. It’ll cost...

Hunter: Money isn’t a problem here, pal. Just get drawing and then tattooing.

Dave: And what will the other two be? Just so I can get them all ready now.

Hunter: The next one will be going on my left forearm, so on my right forearm, I want a guy. Well something that looks more like a caveman, in one hand he is holding an axe, leaning it on his shoulder and in his other hand he is holding a head by its hair. On the left bicep I will have The Punisher logo. You know, the comic guy.

Dave: Is that the skull with the straight long teeth coming down? Ok, I’ll just be a few minutes.

*Dave got out of his seat and made his way to his work desk and started to draw away. He was behind me and I couldn‘t see what he was doing, not like I cared or anything.*

- I wonder if this fucker has a car. I need to drive my way out of this town and I need to do it before sun rise. Otherwise I will have five police cars and a helicopter driving along with me. -

Hunter: Hey Dave, what kind of car you got?

Dave: My ride? You asking about my ride?

- OH GOD! Here we go again with the cool idiotic language. This bastard just better hope I don‘t get the crave to kill again. -

Hunter: Yeah your ride. What ride do you have.

Dave: I got a 79 Firebird.

Hunter: Trans Am? Not, bad... not bad at all. What sort of condition is it in?

Dave: Dude, it’s like new, that thing is my baby. I have put a lot of work and paid a lot of money on it. But it’s all been worth it.

Hunter: What colour is it?

Dave: Black, just plain black with a maroon phoenix on it.

Hunter: You don’t have it anywhere around here do you?

Dave: Sure do, it’s parked out front, just a few shops down from here. Why you interested, you a fan of the muscle cars, Cid?

Hunter: ... Sure am, you mind if I take a look at it after we get these done.

Dave: Well that depends on how good of a customer you are. *Laughs*

- Yeah real funny, asshole. You got me so humoured that I had no choice but to laugh out of my nose. Will see how funny it is when I drive off in your baby. -

*My chain of thoughts changed as Dave popped up in front of me with the pictures in hand. He sat in his seat and gave me to pictures. I had a look and liked all of them.*

Hunter: Awesome, lets put them where they belong.

*Dave took the pictures back and put them down. He kept the one of the guy with the championship belt in his hand.*

Dave: So you wanted this on your left forearm, right?

Hunter: Sure did.

*It was the same procedure again. Wipe my forearm clean before starting to stab ink into my skin with the needle. I ignored the pain, at least tried too as I continued to think of my future and my next move.*

- I got to plan this straight before I do anything. So we go out to the car, I ask him to turn it on, I will plead with him if I need to. Anything to get him to start the car. Once he is in it, I slide into the car and choke him out with my bag strap. Then I’ll simply throw his body out of the car and drive off. -

- I‘m pretty sure there is a better way to do it then choke him with my bag strap. If I stab him with a sharp object then I will have to sit in his blood while I drive. I can always just wait for him to get back out of the car and then stab him, grab the keys off him and flee. Yeah, I think I will stick with that one. -

- After all he is a guy who helps idiot ruin their skin and bodies. In my eyes he is just as bad as prostitute or someone who pays a prostitute. -

*I continued to think of things and draw up plans and how I would execute them through my head. Every now and then me and Dave would talk about a little topic it would quickly die since I had no interest in talking to him. The time went by and finally I had my tattoos on me. It was time to execute the next plan. Killing him and driving off in his lovely Firebird. I hadn‘t seen it yet but I was sure it was lovely and I would grow to love it in no time. I took out a few thousand dollars out of my bag and threw them to Dave. Saying he was over excited was an understatement. I just wanted to get him happy enough to be able to kill him and take his car without anyone noticing.*

*Everything was going to plan. Dave walked me outside of the shop and towards his car. It was beautiful, just like I had imagined it. I had to keep reminding myself that I am only using it as a get away car. Dave turned the ignition on and the sound of the car was beautiful. Nothing sounds better then the noise of a V8 rumbling in my ears.*

- What the hell is that? -

*I noticed a little picture hanging down from the mirror. It was a picture of a little girl and a little boy. The girl looked a few years older then the boy but that wasn‘t the point. Dave mumbled something while I was looking at the picture but I didn‘t not hear him.*

Dave: So what do you think, dude?

Hunter: What’s this picture doing here, who are these kids?

Dave: Jack and Jill. There my kids.

- Great, the idiot is a father. I don‘t want to kill someone‘s father. -

Hunter: Hey Dave, how much do you want for your car?

Dave: It’s not for sale, dude.

Hunter: I give you twenty thousand in cash and you give me the keys.

Dave: WOW! Pretty tempting offer dude, but like I said, I have no interest in selling it.

Hunter: thirty five thousand. Cash, right here right now.

- What the hell is this moron thinking about? I just offered him more then triple the cost of this thing. Trust an American to be this stupid. -

Dave: Ok, you got a deal.

*I unzipped my bag and started to pull out stashes of money. It was pretty much all that I had in my bag. I took out seven of them and passed them to Dave. There’s five thousand in each one. Like a greedy American he was too happy to even care if there was five thousand or less in each one. He just took my word for it. He left the keys in the ignition and got out of the car. I jumped my way from the passenger seat into the driver‘s seat and turned the ignition. Dave was still standing by the car.

Dave: Promise me you’ll take care of it, Cid?

*I closed the door of the car and drove off almost hitting him. I sped off down the street and out of sight. But before I could plan anything I realised the car need fuel. I stopped at the next fuel station I seen and did what I had too. On my way to pay for the fuel, I decided to by black dye for my hair, a razor blade, some coffee and a bottle of red bull. I hadn’t slept for some time now and still had a long way to go before I can get some sleep. I paid for everything and made my way out of town just a little before sun rise.*

*I a few hours later and a complete sun rise. I found myself driving through a dead land driving pretty fast and well over the limit. Nothing around, one car comes past every ten or so minutes. No houses can be seen and certainly no people. Surprisingly I see a woman holding a guitar case standing about one hundred meters in front of me. I slowed down and come to a stop next to her. She had a gothic theme but not a heavy one. It wasn‘t over done, it was like a light gothic theme.*

Hunter: Hello miss. Could I give you a ride or anything.

Woman: Sure.

*She opened the door and got in the car. She threw her guitar in the back and closed the door. Then she turned to me and extended her hand. I shook it.*

Woman: Michelle.

Hunter: Greg Cherry. Most people call me Speed.

*I drove off and continued on my way.*
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The Superstar
Unregistered

[align=center]Scene 1
{Light shines in though the window, I open my eyes to it. It burn greatly, and what a sleep it have been. No dreams and it feel as if I never went to bed at all. I look around at my surrounds… a plain bed, no decoration on the ways, an old television on a cabinet, a ugly looking nightstand with a lamp and a clock, and carpet that look like it came out of the seventies. I must be in a motel room. I don’t quite remember checking into a hotel room the other night. I don’t even remember lying down to fall asleep. The last thing I remember… what was it? All I could remember the mansion. All I could remember is that I really wanted to speak to her. I wanted to call her up and hear her smoothing voice. Yet what was the number. It seemed to be years since I last called the house. I don’t even remember the number. I part of me was afraid that I might have went out and drank too much. Then again, why would I have done it without her? I love her and never wanted the past to repeat itself.}

{I walk to the phone on the table… and picked it up. I stared blankly at the number. I move aside a strain of hair, not noticing that I now have long hair. I dialed the first number that popped into my head. I knew it was right. I knew it was the number to the house. It buzzed on the other line as I waited, anticipating to hear her sweet high pitched voice. She is my definition of cuteness. The voice picked up, but it is that of a man.}

[Man]

Hello?

[Myself]
Who is this? What are you doing in my house?

[Man]
This is my house… this is a prank phone call?

[Myself]
What are you talking about? This is my number… and you are in my house. Where is she? Did you do something to her?!

[Man]
What are you talking about? Who are you and what do you want with me?

{I slammed the phone angrily down onto the receiver, hanging up. It was my house, I knew it. Why was there a man there? I am going to have to rush home and figure this out. Something could have happened to her… something could have happened to her. I walk towards the door, and open it up with one swing, not even bothering to check if I had luggage. I was surrounded by autumn trees… when did it turn fall again? Last time I remember it was spring? What happened to me? I turn around and rush into the motel room. I swing open the door and stare off into the mirror. There is me. Yet now I have long black hair, hanging over my eyes… I look like a savage. I have not shaved for a long time. I smelled pretty disgusting too. What happened to me? Did they drug me? Did they really drug me? Am I missing months out of my life? Maybe it has been even years? That is the only explanation I could come to.}

{Maybe that man is her new man. I went missing and she must have moved on. Why would see? If it only been a few months then she would have never, unless she was planning on to anyways. If it was years, she could have moved or it was only expectable for a woman like her to go out and find someone new.}

{I needed answers… I needed answers bad.}

{I walk outside back into this autumn dream… this couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be real. Fear grips over me, fearing that this was really real. Not just a messed up dream that is real. That is really is. Without really paying attention to where I was going, instead the yellow and red trees… I walk right into a car. I stand back up and walk towards office for this motel. I finally find it at front of the building and open the door. I see the calendar, hanging on the wall… the only thing that caught my attention….}

{It was September 2006…}

{I don’t know what happened to me next, but suddenly… everything starts to spiral around me… as if I am being spun around and around. She must have left me… I must have been drugged… what else happened… where exactly am I? Everything goes black.}


Scene 2
{I passed out for a few minutes there… back at the motel, I was getting ready for another day of my important job… and suddenly, when I was pulling up my pair of pants… I passed out. It must be the work I have been doing, the training among with the long hours trying to set everything up for my rise.}

{Though most would tell you if you passed out you should go to the hospital… and definitely should not drive in case you passed out again on the way there. I frankly didn’t care. I believe I wouldn’t die… but there is a chance that other might. If that was the chance, it wouldn’t be my fault. In fact, it would be their fault for going out driving that day for the purpose of going wherever they were heading. It would have been their fault. I wouldn’t be my fault I just happened to pass out again, right?}

{Nevertheless, I made it safely back home. The rundown abandoned house of Chaplain Hill, recently purchased by myself. It might look totally ugly, might be vandalized, but still it might be a nice work place to focus. I didn’t need to worry about the money… my cousin paid for it even though I would probably have had far than enough money in my bank account to pay it. It is just the fact that my name must not show up on any records. I must keep hidden, not just until my wrestling match… it’s just right now, I might become a suspect if my name suddenly popped up. Right now, I don’t really need any heat from the police. Though I expect after Sunday, I will.}

{Sitting in a crib, which I painted a very coal black, was the babe. It was the infant my lord told me to kidnap. It was a fairly large for its size, it hair filled with black and it had the same eyes as me. I would have thought maybe this babe was related to me but there was no way that was possible. My last lover was years ago. I often thought about her when in my leisure time. About her blonde hair and how I dyed it to be completely black. I thought about how I completely controlled her like a slave. She was my fuckin’ puppet, and I could have done anything with her that I wanted. I could have done anything to her and she would have never leaved me.}

{The thought of bringing her back into my life strike me. However, she would never return. When you have kept a woman like that, they often loved it until the day it was over. Then after that day they would need to compensate. So what do they do? They invested in the idea of being free, and blaming men like me for leaving her and abusing her. Though she would have never will accept anymore the fact that she loved every bit of it. The thought of which made my temper flared up. I slammed my fist down onto the coffee table that I recently brought. The infant woke up and begin to scream. Temptation filled me; I wanted to shut the little bitch up. I wanted to shake him until he would stop. I stopped myself. The babe just needed a mother… and I will enjoy bringing her back. She would be mine again, and in the past I have made her mine twice}

{I left the baby crying, and walked towards the door. I grabbed the keys to my black Ford F-150, and climbed in. I remember exactly where she lived. Especially since she moved here just so we could be together. She was addicted to me though by now she probably wouldn’t want to admit it. The trip only took ten minutes and I was in front of her apartment building.}

{I walk right though the lobby, sliding in as someone walked out the door. I quickly glanced by at the panel before the door to see what number was her. The name seemed to be a blur but whatever. My vision has been pretty bad as of last; everything seemed to be too violent. Into the elevator I go. I pushed the button to the fourth floor, and waited to go up. The elevator shifted up as the light dimmed for a second. The door then opened up and I walked out into the hallway. Her door was right near the elevator, Apartment 23.}

{I straightened my black jacket, and pulled down the white shirt underneath. I brushed by my black hair, I cleaned after I had arrived home earlier. First time in about a week, I knew there was a reason behind it. I pushed the door bell, waiting for her to arrive. I heard first steps, a voice calling though incoherently though the door. Finally the chain was slid across, and the door opened up.}

[Woman]

*Static*… didn’t expect to see you again… Is everything all right?

{I didn’t answer, the only thing I did was to show her some force. I propelled forward, lifting her up into the air as if she was some sort of bride. My lips met her as I carried her over to her couch. I sat her down, her giggles echoing into my head. As if she was mocking me, but I shall now bring retribution down onto her yet. I need her for the infant.}

[Woman]
I didn’t expect you to be that way? I guess that you really do miss me, don’t you? But are you sure you are all right? What about your lady there… you two broke up?

[Abandonn]
I realized she wasn’t the one. The bitch left with all my money, and behind she left a kid. I was thinking, what to do… what to do? Then I thought, you know who I miss? And you were the person that popped into my mind. You were the only woman that would never have left me.

[Woman]
You wouldn’t believe how long I have waited to hear that. I thought it would never happen. I thought you two would have stayed together forever. I never in my mind doubted your two’s relationship. I guess something happens. I really sad to hear she screwed you other.

[Abandonn]
I am sorry that I abandoned you like that. Come along with me, I can make it up.

[Woman]
You really mean it?

{This is where I have to play her. You see, I could be all forceful… but you have to be smooth in the beginning. You have to make her believe things have changed. You really want her. I know she wanted to get back touched but I was with… what ever her face was. I can’t even remember her name or her face. The lie about the baby being mine was all because I wanted ti to be more natural looking. So the bitch won’t ask whose baby is it… I look into her eyes, throwing back my hair.}

[Abandonn]
When you told me that you missed the old days, you were right. I miss the old days too. Back when you and I were together. Back when you escorted me down to the ring in that outfit of yours. I was a monster than and I want to be a monster now. With one big difference, I want to have you by my side. Come with me, and I promise you happiness. So how about it?

[Woman]
This is a little fast… I don’t know. I mean I really want to but-

[Abandonn]
Look… I really need a woman that I can trust to be good to my son. I really need a woman that I trust not to backstab me. I know it’s a little short noticed but you did the same to me a little while ago, did you not?

[Woman]
You’re… you’re exactly right. I’m sorry for being hesitant. It just me not believing this is happening.

[Abandonn]
Then shall we go?

{She nods, her lips sparkling in the sunlight from the windows. She rises to her feet, allowing me to stand up. I take my hand and set it up to her side, she smile up at me as if we just were married. I guess she is still addicted. I guess what I put her thought, maybe life is not the same without me. Don’t worry, girl… I’m going to bring you back to the past. I’m going to make your life a living hell with orgasmic pain, just the way you like it. We can pretend to the live the life the way you wanted it to be. Now we have our kid, and I have my empire. What else do you want?}

Scene 3
{The country road has been empty of traffic for a few hours by now. Trees rise up from both sides, stabbing the night sky with their foliage as the stars burn immensely above without any interference. Crickets still creak, an owl still sings his lonely song, and a herd of deer cross the road down a little ways. There is one shadow, one blur… slowly walking down the road. That spirit is me. My thoughts crossing though my mind, and a walk sounded great to focus. I was standing in a set of crossroads; I often drift between each road in my mind. Thoughts spoke of the rape, and how I enjoyed it. Thoughts spoke of the harsh words my foes have said. Thoughts spoke of the plans that I laid and the execution that won’t fail. Though spoke of how I am the master of my destiny, I am the master of my reality, and I am what I always wanted to be. My mind tells me a lot of things, and the vast majority of the subjects, it what I like to hear. Then again, why pay any mind to the bad things in life. Worry about the things that stand you in the way, and then think about the rewards after you smash the obstacle to pieces.}

{The gravel on the side of the road crunch under each of my step as a branch snaps in the nearby forest. It’s probably an animal running though the forest. Perhaps it’s a wolf chasing a deer. I stop in my walk and stare out into the woods. I strain to see a shadow of a deer running in a ever changing direction. It was running. The deer reminds me of my foes, and how they will clear the ring when I come down. It was the predator, whatever it was… If I was a wolf, I would be glad to rip out their throats with my own set of teeth. I was the wolf of this match. I was the predator. Already rumors in the background that said that my foes are afraid. They might act tough in front of the cameras, but surely they do act small behind them. Hollow shells of what they pretend to be. I, I have dropped my false life, and now I have decided to be totally honest. If people hate me for who I am, so be it. If people are scared by what they see, so be it.}

{Something tackles the deer down with a loud snap, the deer let out a noise. The noise of defeat, how sweet it must sound to the victor? How sweet will it sound when I am the victor?}


[Abanddon]

Another Breakdown in the history books, lady and gentlemen… to quote Hudson. He goes on how he won but really if anyone was the victor. It was me. I came out there and annihilated everyone. In the dark, some cowards might point out. But the result was the same. A large group of men manhandled in matters of a few moments. And you call yourself the modern day gladiators. I call you nothing but a shell of what wrestling was all about. However, it’s not any of your faults. This transformation to a real sport to a mockery of what it used to be started centuries ago. What wrestling needs is the return of one element, and that’s element is survival. All these men claim to survive war but they never. The bell will always save them from death. They know chances are they will continue next week as if the loss was only a small minor setback. No worries, these men know how to get back up when they were only pinned down to the mat for three seconds.

They never know how a beating feels until you become me. But I guess I gave you a mere taste of what to come this week. Let me restate it. Eight men were down, eight SCW superstars were destroyed. But no one seems to want to point that out. The SCW Champion put though a table, Hunter and Hudson completely demolished nearby. The hero, Jay Gold, left bleeding in the center of the ring. CHBK, the legend of SCW, left curled up against the ring post as if he was nothing but a tin can. There was some slut out cold, and what about Greg Cherry and the Real Speed? Laying the ruins of an announce table. This was the masterpiece I painted and I painted it with blood from each of your bodies. You play me off as a joke, but you didn’t even know what dismantled you all. You haven’t showed a care in the world. It’s nest to ignore and focus? But now you know the truth. The explosion that ripped you all shreds was done no one other than me. How much longer can you ignore that you are all in serious trouble? The number games don’t work against me. I am the real definition of a machine… I am the real definition of a powerhouse.

Jay Gold… stop guessing because you have already made mistakes. Don’t let yourself be fooled with confidence that you know who I am. That would only open the door for shock… and I would only have to do the awe part for you to be destroyed.


{I begin to walk again. The words that people have said about me are cycling around. For some reason, most comments haven’t really bothered me. Actually a few brought a smile onto my face; others just made me wonder how it makes sense to say. I guess words, comments, and insults only make total sense in your own head. Twin beam of light shoots up from a top of a hill, way off in the distance. The car comes to the top of the hill.}

[Abanddon]
Why are people calling me a superstar? Why are people calling me Static? Fools my name is Abanddon until the date of my ascension. On that date, the fans will stare out at the ring. Their heroes Jay Gold and Greg Cherry will be terminated. Jay Gold might think he knows who I am, but he’s wrong. We have a man who proved everyone wrong once, and since then and before then, he has proved only himself wrong. We have the Real Speed who insists on calling me Static but my alias has never been that. Let’s just say, there’s a lot of hatred bounded out for all of you. Frustrations that I buried in an early grave and when I come out, there will be a barrage of gunfire. My punches will strike down some, my chokes will conquer others, but most importantly… my strength will dominate all.

The only people who have been slightly prestige in their ramblings have been Cherry and Speed. Speed pointed it out quite seriously that he is the weakest link. How long do I want to hear him admit to that… he is the first to go, and he wonders why? He carries a torch in his heart, being satisfied being the underdog. But like every good dog, the days come to put him down in the back yard, to take a gun, and plant a bullet in the back of the head. The time for Real Speed to take a real good long nap is now. It is time for you, Real Speed… to close your eyes and walk away. If you do that, you won’t be hit again by my force. You would dodge a bullet to say and live another day. You now know my fury so why not decide to play it safe and simply fade to darkness.

Yet you won’t do that? I know you too well. The months that you have been hyped as a giant in SCW, what seem to be a long time ago, have made you delusional? You’re thinking that you have one more chance to win the SCW Championship belt. To the contrary Speed, there was never a chance for you to win the belt fairly. There was never a chance for you to ever be accepted as a Champion. You are trying in a desperate attempt to get up on top, but the sand as already ran out of your hour glass. Your career has been over. I could say you were has been, but you never were anything to be in. You were nothing but hot air, a balloon so valuable to a single pin prick… all that hype? It’s gone now. That is why is lacking with you, Real Speed… you don’t have hype, you starting to lack with your self-confidence, and soon you going to lack a spot on the SCW roster. And it scares you to know that? But you do, and this is your last chance to really honestly… make it big.

However, Real Speed… instead of attacking Hudson for making no impact what so ever. You should be explaining why you are wasted potential. You both share a lot in common, when the big matches come around, both of you fail to stand up and write your own page in the history books. And let’s just say, Speed… I deserve this title shot for a very long time… and it is because I am a damn good wrestler.

But it’s time to hammer the final nail into your coffin.



{The car begins to speed down the hill, definitely passing the speed limit. A part of me wants to jump in front of the car, and get hit. For some reason, the thought of being killed such a way would amuse me. The driver probably will be scared shitless and drive off. The guilt of the incident would be on his shoulders, and he would be haunted by it for the rest of his life. I, on the other hand, would be dead and I would not be able to care about a damn thing. The car drives by me, the driver swerve a little closer towards his side. He probably thought of me as a moose or something among those lines.}


[Abanddon]

And then there are two… Greg Cherry and Cid Turner. Both were former champions, and both are men that deserve some respect. Even I can admit it. Cid has been the closet man to being free in this place. Cid has been the closet man to living up to the idol man. Yet he has fall short. The man could have been the greatest SCW champion known but this yellow brick road ends here. There is no Wizard of Oz to take him home, nothing but now, a large field of poppies stands in his way. He will fall, he will fail, and his goal has already lost. It’s not his fault that he was pitted up against me. He of all could connect to me. Too bad when we meet in the white blizzard, that I am the one who must cut him even shorter of being the greatest SCW Champion.

The antics… the traps… the screw jobs… have completely brought him to the top. He is the king of the world, after all. By all means, no one take his throne seriously but me. He might not be the strongest, he might not the more technical grappler, but he is one of the smartest. I might have used to throw him aside as nothing but a pawn, but he have raised to the status of a knight… maybe even a bishop. But it makes no different, I am the chess master and I am in control. MY fingers are weaving a web as we speak, my touch behind scenes might be light and gentle… they are as strong as any slam any man can serve out. I would ask you, I would give the privilege of joining our ranks but you have gone too far. You are treating yourself as a god. You’re no god. You’re just a man who was free. That I can only respect for the sake of your rebellious spirit inside. Other than that, your own personal revolt against the world will be put down by my iron fist.

You might have friends, but friendships can crumble. You might have lackeys, but lackeys can be turned. You might have the belt, but anything can be lost. But hell, at least the past months you have been successful… at least you don’t have to be like Hudson, and have to star in movies because in fiction… it’s the only time that it is possible for him to really be successful.


{Darkness begins to consume again as the car speeds off into the distance, and out of sight. I continue to walk, the same pace towards the hill. I don’t know why I have walked this far out, maybe because I feel like it. There’s nothing to disturb me, no stupidity of society to really bug me. I guess it feels good, being alone, and discussing one of my life’s passions… It’s been a while.}


[Abanddon]
And thus, we are done to one… one man, one character that surprisingly instead of mocking me like I expected to do… he kept his mouth shut for the most part. A wise man, must I say. Everyone is starting to fall into their rightful position when dealing with me. They all starting to come submissive, and that’s the way it ought to be. I am their only law and they should listen. I guess the display of violence, the showcase of power I did on Breakdown showed him that there is going to be a new force in SCW. A force that shall return…

Greg Cherry, you have been nothing but an open book. You have gone down a road of mental retrogression since you first tasted gold. You have gone back to the days of adolescent insults. You have never understood respect. You never will understand respect. Every time some one finds some respect for you, you manage to throw it aside. To make a point? You fail to do that. You can call me a homosexual? You can say I like to get it serious with other guys. But I could say back… I could return fire by saying; I am not going to play your fantasies. I am not going to admit it just for you feed that ache in your loin. But the truth stands that I am not going to say that. I don’t really think I have to. I don’t need to defend myself because quite frankly, no one cares anymore if a person is gay. I won’t attack you for being gay even if you have been showing signs. Using Cherry as your last name is an obvious attempt compensate. You try too hard to cover it up. No one is going to blame you to try to hide it… if you are homosexual that is… society is very judgmental… especially wrestling fans. Maybe you’re not ‘gay’, maybe you’re just making wild insults that only a teenager would say to build up your self-esteem. It doesn’t matter. Do whatever you want Cherry… I just wasn’t prepared to slaughter a junior high student.

There is no laughter left in SCW. There will be pleasure but no one shall mock me. It will turn into a place if they say my name, they will fear me. Call me Abanddon today, and Sunday… my name will be revealed. Terror has manifested into me. The purging of SCW has begun. Greg Cherry… Out of everyone in this match, my soul tells me you’re the one I must butcher first. You are the enigma in this match and I have to set you aflame. My thirst for violence will only make the beating worse, I should apologize for that but we all know I can’t help wanting more violence. My heart is beating faster and faster as the clock ticks down ever so close to Underattack. Elimination Chamber will be nothing but a pen, all my foes including you, shall be sheep to slaughter. It’s a trap for you all. One time I might have had deep respect for you, but that respect must be shredded. That Chamber will be your hell on earth. I was turn steel into an oversized electric chair, every time I slam you onto that steel, a shock wave of agony will follow. I will continue until the agony turn into a hungry crow, and finally peck your dreams away from you.

You are one of the few standing in my way. Instead of building a bridge over you, or digging a tunnel under you, I’m going straight though you. I still change the path of the river, and I will send you instead to the main event but to the very bottom… The course of history will be altered… and I’m going to be the man doing the altering.

Every single of opponent in the match…

No one will shred a tear for their loss,

But everyone is going to cry when I win. My victory at first might seem a bleak option for the masses, but soon it will feed their addiction. The revolution shall continue, the revolution will resurrect the dead.


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I had just finished dinner with my wife and we had an enjoyable time, but she knew that something was up. She knew that I wasn’t focused on having a good time with her. It was obvious with what was on my mind. I could not stop thinking about the Elimination Chamber. I could care less if I came up with five different parodies for this match or not. All my opponents would do is make fun of my acting and not talk about the actual message that they obviously don’t receive.

However, they will receive a big time message come tomorrow night. Speed is too worried about me being a father to care about how I will take him down again in the Elimination Chamber. Josh is too busy ripping off people’s material to realize that I will beat him down again. Everybody else is just chillin’ like a villain and not saying anything. That’s fine. Maybe they have the “Silent Assassin” mentality. Either that or they have a lack of mentality altogether. For crying out loud, just look at Speed and Josh. Put their brains together and a lab rat would still have at least triple their IQs.

So, maybe I’ll pull out another parody for this match. Why not, you know? How about a courtroom drama? Nope, I’ve done it already. Maybe I could do Jeopardy? Nope, I’ve been there, too. What if I did some game show that I’ve already done? Nah, it would get too repetitive. I need something cutting edge. I need something original. I need something…sensational.

I couldn’t make up my mind, though. Did I want to mock my opponents or did I want to get into their heads by flat out telling them the truth?

I think Option B was the best way.


Ashley: What’s wrong with you now? I know you have the Chamber tomorrow night, but you’re shaking.

Cherry: It’s probably my nerves.

Ashley: You’re nervous about this match. After all you’ve been through, you’re nervous about this?

Cherry: I’m not sure if it’s nervousness or excitement. I can never tell.

Ashley: Could you at least wait until we leave the restaurant to have a seizure?

Cherry: I’m not having a seizure, Ashley. I’m trying to figure out the possibilities in my head of what’s going to go down tomorrow.

Ashley: Let’s see, you either win or you lose. Can we go now?

Cherry: You’re just like Dave, except prettier.

Ashley: Thanks?

Cherry: No problem, but that’s not what I meant. I don’t want Cid to be champion; I don’t want the mystery guy to be champion if he’s never had it before. I’m sick of all these opportunists who choose just the right time to do what they want at my expense.

Ashley: Quit complaining.

Cherry: Okay, well, I want you to imagine this. I want you to picture that you’ve been preparing for a big time job interview for a couple years and you go into that interview and you do very well. Then, someone else comes along who has been sitting back in the weeds and hasn’t really done anything and that person interviews. Now, let’s say that the person after you gets the job and you don’t despite your preparation. He didn’t have to do as much as you did, but he got what you wanted. How would that make you feel?

Ashley: Oh…I think I understand now.

Cherry: Exactly. I don’t want that similar scenario happening to me tomorrow night. I’m imagining that could be possible.

Ashley: Everything’s possible, it’s just that only one of those things that you’re thinking of will actually happen.

Cherry: I understand that, but there’s going to be more running through my head then that. I’m going to have to beat Speed, I’m going to have to beat Hunter and Jay and Cid and Josh and the mystery guy to get what I want. This isn’t the battle royal where I could just toss someone over and be done with them.

Ashley: After seeing what you went through with Dave last year, I’m pretty sure you can survive a beating like that again.

Cherry: Make sure you have the hospital on speed dial. I may leave with the title, but I’ll also leave with less blood.

Ashley: I really hope that you’re going to be able to survive.

Cherry: Screw surviving, I need to win. Surviving and lasting the longest means nothing unless I’m holding the title over my head at the end of it all.

Ashley: So you would die to win back the title?

Cherry: They will literally have to kill me to make sure that I don’t get it back.

Ashley: You’re just asking for trouble now.

Cherry: I have trouble’s number on my cell phone and I’m calling him asking him “Where you at?”

Ashley: …

Cherry: What?

Ashley: You know I love you, but damn, you’re white as hell.

Cherry: I wasn’t trying to be.

Ashley: You didn’t have to try. Can we leave now? I’d like to get to sleep.

Cherry: You can sleep, I’m not going to be able to.

Ashley: Let’s at least get back to the hotel.

I sighed as we both got up from our table and paid for our dinner. We exited the hotel and I took us back to the hotel we were staying at in downtown Chicago. We went to sleep early, but I couldn’t seem to fall asleep. I sat up in bed for about fifteen minutes while Ashley was already sleeping.

I got up from my bed and put on a jacket and headed outside the hotel. I walked down the streets of Chicago and came across an abandoned alleyway. Being that I had nothing to lose, I traveled down that alleyway and came across an 8 foot steel fence. I put my hands on the fence and peered through it. I was trying to experience the same thing that I would live through the very next night.

I was all alone in the dark with one sole light above my head as I glared through the fence. I turned my back and lay up against the fence. I closed my eyes and thought everything that had happened in my career to bring me to this point. I thought about everything that Speed had said about my future child and how he tried to piss me off. He didn’t know what my plans were for my child, but he’s trying to get my head out of the game. It wasn’t going to work.

I had seen everything that had been said up to that point. I had heard all that I wanted to hear from everyone and now it was my final time to speak. This was the last time that I would hear all the denial from everyone about how I failed so often. The SCW Championship was the only thing I had ever wanted and I had it. I want it again and no one and I mean, no one was going to stop me from getting back what I needed.


Cherry: You people may look at me and wonder why I’m still trying. Many have given up on yours truly. They think that I was a one-hit wonder and that I won’t be able to do it all over again. I love how people believe someone who hasn’t even been champion instead of someone who has been there before. People are actually starting to believe the shit that the Real Speed spits out and for what? I mean, the guy slacks off for two months, does nothing but hype himself up through the people who have actually been winning matches and now people think that he’s going to win. That’s what amazes me about people. They believe hype. The Real Speed is nothing more than another “big name” in this place. With that said, he is one of the most overrated wrestlers that I’ve ever gone up against.

Let’s face it, Speed. You claimed that I was thrown the ball, but I never had it. That’s funny, because last time I checked, I did have the ball and when you thought it was your time, nobody even looked at you to throw it, because they knew you couldn’t handle the pressure. For someone who’s never been champion here, you’re pretty full of yourself. If I was a flash in the pan, then what are you? Were you the dud that never went off, because based on what you’ve done in Pay Per View the last few weeks, you’ve shown me absolutely no reason why you should even be a contender for the title.

So, I don’t know how you’re ever going to get to my kid, but whenever I go home to see my child, I’m going to tell him or her all the stories about how great daddy was when he was whipping some drunken drug addict’s ass and saving this company from being represented by someone who half the time can’t see straight in front of him without falling over. I’ve made my impact, I’ve won my championship and now I vow to do it again. You think you’re already a Hall of Fame candidate, yet your most successful victory was getting the boss to throw his shoes at you. Unfortunately for you, that’s the only leather you’re going to be seeing for a long time, because my leather and gold strap will be back around my waist tomorrow night after I waste away a perfectly good waste of this planet’s oxygen.

Josh Hudson, I don’t know what I haven’t said to you to get it through your head. You don’t want to talk about the past between us anymore, that’s fine. If you do, I’ll be more than willing to nail you on everything like I always have, much like I’m about to do now.

You told me that you’re in the main show, not opening Pay Per Views or Breakdown like I am. Well, just in case you didn’t realize what the match is, I’m in the main event and I’m going to become SCW Champion again, so why don’t you look over the card again before a big wad of stupid permeates throughout this city?

Also, I laugh at the fact that you’ve gotten better while I’ve gotten worse since our battles. Hmm, let’s recap. You got eliminated in the battle royal again meanwhile I lasted longer than you after having already won a match that night; I was in the main event of Rise to Greatness while you were winning the Tag Team Titles, which don’t really matter, because you’re a worthless tag team partner anyway. I fail to see how winning the Tag Team titles makes you better than I am, I mean, I’ve been a Tag Team Champion, but I never really enjoyed it, because I’m a singles competitor. I’m a former and future champion, because it’s what I was born to do.

If this is the last time that we ever face each other, then I plan on going undefeated on you. I haven’t lost to you yet and I don’t plan on starting now. You’re like the Real Speed. You’re all talk, but when it comes right down to getting the fight done, you just can’t measure up to Mr. Total Nonstop Impact. That’s right; I’ll go as old school as I need to for this match. I’m bringing everything that I have at everybody in this match. It doesn’t matter what I have to do to win, I will do it.

Hunter, I hope to hell that you’re kidding when you imply that I’m going to be a pushover. If you are expecting this to be the easiest match of your life, then you’re in for a cruel reality check. I will make your life an absolute living hell inside the Elimination Chamber. I might just take the Speed route and let somebody else do my work for me, but that’s not my style. I don’t pick my spots. Unlike Josh Hudson’s movie career, I don’t have retakes. I don’t get the opportunity to redo my scene. I have take one and that’s all. If I screw up take one, then it’s over for me, but I’m not going to screw it up.

I have had my mind on this match since before the competitors for the match were announced. I knew that I would be in this match without a shadow of a doubt and I knew that I had to win. I said it before Hunter; you do not have to win this match, unless of course, you get arrested. I’m going out there to win; I’m not going out there to try not to lose. Trust me, there is a difference. I’ll see you tomorrow night.

Jay Gold, I don’t know, man. You might be the only person that I somewhat respect in this match, but this isn’t about how we feel about each other. You know just as well as I do that Pay Per View ceases to exist as far as the Elimination Chamber is concerned and that is every man for himself. I didn’t forget about you at all. I know what you’re like inside the ring. If you expect me to give it everything that I’ve got to eliminate you if I have to, then you’re damn right. I will do whatever it takes to eliminate whoever I can whenever I can.

My personal goal is to eliminate everyone in the match myself. That may not happen, but Jay, I hope I eliminate you. It’s not personal or anything, but I’d just like to pin you, because neither of us has actually beaten the other. So, you can take all the luck you want and hope that you have as much luck as the World Series of Poker winner for this year, whose name ironically enough is J. Gold, but once you go all-in against someone like me, I’m going to beat you no matter what. Prepare to experience another shortcoming, Jay.

To the final two we go and I have to talk about Cid, despite him not saying a word. Cid, it’s been a long fun journey, hasn’t it? You’ve beaten me enough times and now you’re on the verge of getting knocked out of the company completely. It turns out that I’m the one that wins in the end to never hear or see from you again.

So, whether this is your last championship match or not, I hope you have fun watching me take the title that you held so preciously since May. It’s the dawning of a new era and it’s not the era of the King of the World. You will be dethroned this Sunday and I guarantee it, because the Sensational Era is about to begin again and you will be one of the first to witness it. Until tomorrow night, former champ...

Finally, we get to the unknown superstar. I find your remarks very interesting, but full of fabrication. Despite your attempt to make gay jokes at me, I will still take you seriously. I laugh at your attempts, though, to make it seem like somebody actually respects me around here. I’m a former SCW Champion, yet I get mocked and ridiculed more now then I did before I was even in the title hunt. How’s that for getting my lack of respect?

The only true point you made was that you wanted to get me out of the Chamber first. That shows your fear. You’re afraid that I might be the one to take you down and out on that night, if not for good. If you want to get violent, I can get down and dirty with the best of them. By the end of the night, our environment will be a blood-stained canvas with one of us holding up the prize and as much as you think that it will be you who walks out of the Chamber, you’re wrong in two ways. Number one, you won’t be walking out and number two, I’m going to be the next SCW Champion.

So, now all has been said that can be said. The talking is over and we are just hours away from one of the most hellacious matches in the history of professional wrestling. This is Supreme Championship Wrestling, this is the Elimination Chamber, and this is my time to shine once again.


I begin to scale the fence and I make it to the top and sit on the bar.

Cherry: This steel will be what surrounds us all and it will be our playground and our prison. This steel will cause inhumane damage to those who enter the vile structure. No one can predict how violent this match will end up being. They can guess, but unless you go through the hell that is the Elimination Chamber, you will never truly understand the pain that we must endure. All of this combines for the competition for the top prize in this business. Is it worth it? You’re damn right it is. This is my stage, I am the leading role and I will get the standing ovation as I hold up the prize that everyone wants and I claim it for myself.

So to everyone in the Elimination Chamber, to everyone in the SCW, and to everyone in the entire world, if you don’t like what I say, then your life is the pits, deal with it, because you will experience a Sensational victory.


I climbed down from the fence and held on to it for a few seconds before heading back to my hotel room. I enter the hotel and I see a note on my hotel door. I look at it for a few seconds as I read it.

Cherry: “Just so you know, it all begins on Breakdown. We’ll see you then…champ.”

I raised an eyebrow at this and I entered my room to see Ashley still sound asleep. I crawled into bed, trying not to wake her up as I kissed her on the cheek. I turned over on my side and rested my head on my pillow in anticipation for the day ahead.

In the lobby of the hotel…


Eddie: Do you think he got the message?

Jack (smirks): If he didn’t get it tonight, he damn sure will on Breakdown. Let’s go, Eddie. We have a meeting with the boss early in the morning.

Jack and Eddie headed to their respective rooms in preparation for their “job interview”. Jack looked back at the room where I was staying and stared at it for a few seconds. He shook his head as he spoke.

Jack: You made me do this, Greg. You made me do this.

He turns and enters his own room and shuts the door as he continues shaking his head.

And…scene.
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[Friday quickly turned into Saturday. It is a few hours after daylight now and the sun is shining ultra-bright this morning, much to my surprise. Figures…the day that I have to leave Israel is the best as far as the weather is concerned. I won’t let it dampen my spirits however. I still have much to look forward to at weekend’s end. Let’s face it… The trail to the top of the mountain is always long. For some it’s never-ending, but not in my instance. At this current juncture, I’m ready to take my former place again. Yet even a friend of mine Greg Cherry has become my biggest doubter. He’ll learn his place; all six of them will…]

[But it’s still WAY too early in the morning to be all disgruntled about these things. I can smell breakfast wafting from the kitchen. Obviously Ogi’s been up for quite a bit as she’s due at Saturday morning services in about a half an hour. I take a drop of time getting ready before finally joining her for a little chow. Who knows…perhaps a bit more chat…being that I’m ALWAYS chatting to another female about my wrestling career…]

Ogi: Ah, good morning Jay. Sleep well?

Jay: Yes, thanks again for putting me up for last night. I’m going to have to get going here soon though…and I know you have services to get too…

Ogi: Yeah, true…I’ll wait a bit though. Tell me when you’re ready to go. I’ll have a friend of mine drive you back to Tel-Aviv. At least that way you’ll be safe and heading back to the States.

Jay: I can’t turn down that offer.

Ogi: Nope, because I won’t let you. Anyways, I know you still haven’t competed in that Elimination Chamber yet and that it’s Sunday, but good luck. If you win…Mazel Tov…

[I don’t respond. Instead I begin to wolf down a small breakfast…kosher sausage and one scrambled egg. Quite frankly, it’s good enough for me. My heart is already racing…knowing that it’s a decent sized trek ahead of me…and only a day or so to make it back to Chicago!]

Ogi: In a hurry?

Jay: Yeah, it was all over my dreams Ogi. You know that I can’t stop thinking about it. I doubt that the six others can even sleep knowing how huge this match is. After every Elimination Chamber that has taken place in SCW, the very landscape of the business always changes. Heck, even if the champion has retained, nothing is ever the same. I’ve even heard it from Cherry’s lips that if this unknown Superstar happens to take home the victory and the SCW World Title, that he’ll LEAVE SCW for a little while.

Ogi: Why? After everything you’ve told me about Greg, he wouldn’t strike me to be like that. Wouldn’t he accept anything that happens? Failing at something isn’t always bad.

Jay: And I’ve told him this… He’s just too stubborn to listen, that’s all. He’s more concerned about telling me that I shouldn’t be talking to various females. But you’re FAMILY. He always talks to his wife Ashley or his friend Jack. It’s how we clear our minds…

Ogi: You’re right there. Well, I don’t want to hold you back from getting to the U.S. Many, many people want you to be the champion, which I can assure you. Not to mention that your wife and daughter probably miss you dearly. Didn’t they say that they’d meet you in Chicago Sunday morning?

Jay: Yes…I’ll get there in enough time. But for me to do that…I guess I should get a move on.

Ogi: My friend will be here shortly. While you wait, I’ll let you stay inside here. I’m off to Saturday morning services though. Can’t miss a single week…not here, not anywhere.

[I just agree with her, even though I don’t go to religious services all that often. It’s just not my thing. As I watch her walk out her own door, she waves and again wishes me good luck before disappearing from view. I plop myself down in the easy chair that’s only but a few feet away. It’s at this point that I remember that I have my video camera in one of my two travel bags. Without even thinking I jump up to go and retrieve it. I end up back seated at the chair as I point the camera into my face… This may not be a paradise spot to cut a promo, but let’s face it…it must all be said. My six foes need to hear me out and they need to heed my advice…yes, especially Gregory.]

Jay: Well hello there Greg…since you seem to be the one to want to get on me most, you’re the prime offender. Now listen…outside the ring I’ll gladly pal around with you. Simply put…there’s no reason for you to go on rambling about me talking to every Shirley, Sarah, and Danielle that I come across. That’s MY business and not yours. You talk to your wife as well, so don’t give me any shit. Now as far as you telling me that I don’t need the SCW Title…are you kidding me? Just listen to Speed, Greg. Remember how he said that the “only reason” I’m here in the Chamber is because I joined PPV? I wouldn’t have accepted his offer if I didn’t want or need the championship. So really…you might want to swallow those words before you say something ELSE that you regret.

I’m heading back to the States to make SURE that I wrap my fingers around that belt. All of those times that I’ve failed will be put behind me, just like the time that I actually succeeded and ripped the belt out of the grasp of Brent Randall. You want to know the sole reason for why I talk about it so much Greg? I don’t want to have a low as hell self esteem… I NEED to know that once in my life I was at the top of the mountain. It pains you to know that I can be there again…and unlike you, Cid hasn’t beaten me time and time again. Now Greg, I won’t doubt you on the fact that you need the title belt too, but you WILL have to go through me to get it. The best situation…if we’re the final two. If you can remember, you’ve never defeated me in a wrestling match via pin fall or submission. You have NOTHING on me Greg.

Meanwhile, it’s not a lie. You’re focused on the two souls that I mentioned. There’s no point in holding it in Greg. You want to show off the weakest points of my career in Hudson’s? Go right on ahead…I won’t be the one to stop you. I’ll just be the one to slam your body against the unforgiving steel inside that chamber…and I’ll be the one to pin your ass! Who will you blame for losing Sunday? Will you use a verbal assault on Hudson and blame him for this shortcoming of yours? Or will you blame the Real Speed who got PPV into this situation? Look Greg…this is another opportunity for you to become the SCW World Champion. I realize that as does everyone else…except for you and Cid. So don’t go worrying about who I talk to, when Martha and I will both die, and the like. There’s no point in it; because while you do, I’ll be laughing all the way to the bank about how you let this golden chance go by. That’s not happening to me…not this time.

That goes for all the rest of you too. I know that Cid doesn’t care anymore…he’s only dedicated towards removing the infidel known as Caleb Andrews from the SCW. If he does it…a hats off to him, but if he doesn’t…he’ll wonder why he didn’t put all of his efforts into winning the SCW Title back after he gave it up. That would have been something to remember…key words…WOULD HAVE…


[I shake my head as I continue to gaze right into the lens. I can see eye to eye with it, but I can’t see eye to eye with how desperate some of my opponents have become. Or the fact that some of them would become so envisioned that they’d kill another human being in cold blood… We were all supposed to save those killer instincts for the chamber. At least that’s what I’ve done. I know when to show my hardcore and unforgiving side. This Sunday is one of those few times to let it all hang out…]

Jay: The other two members of Pay Per View that still don’t see me for who I truly am. I AM one of SCW’s originals…that Speed was able to pinpoint. Hell, I’ve been through every possible scenario that one could go through. There’s no need for me to explain all of my past exploits or my future ones that still have yet to come. For Hunter right now, I have to say this. I know you’re quivering to yourself, just hoping that you don’t get eliminated from the chamber by Drachewych who pulls you out due to your statutory rape. That’s probably your only worry right now…oh but it shouldn’t be. I may be half way around the Earth right now, but it doesn’t take all that long to travel around the globe these days. It doesn’t take 80 days…only about 80 hours! Now to the backbone of why I’m talking directly to both you and Speed…yes, I’ve gotten to know both of you very, VERY well since Rise to Greatness. Speed even still sees me as the weakest link, but that’s not so. I wasn’t the cause for us losing in the Trios Tournament. I know that I’ve blamed Speed for getting pinned, but right now…I won’t blame anyone because I have a chance to redeem myself! Both of us do…hell, all FOUR of us from Pay Per View have equal opportunity at claiming the SCW Title. It’s what we worked for and now that we have the spotlight and CHBK is duking it out with Lenne Perez, you guys choose to succumb to a war of words. Not withstanding, I’ve offered out a few of my own, but that comes to a halt right now! As of now, my game face is on. For my whole journey back to the nation’s heartland, I’ll be developing my game plan for the chamber…several plans for that matter, just in the rare case that one happens to go awry, which it won’t. You all know about my arsenal; you all know about my heart…except for the Superstar. I just hope that you Speed and you Hunter don’t doubt me…you know, like Cherry now seems to…

[I can feel my muscles tense up. I put the video camera down for about a minute or so, twiddling my thumbs. Her friend still hasn’t arrived to pick me up, but I can be rest assured that I’ll be going soon enough… I can hardly wait actually…]

Jay: As for you Josh…as far as Greg goes, I’ll back you up on that. He’s HAD his chances at SCW glory, fame, and fortune. I haven’t had a single World Title shot granted to me since last year’s Elimination Chamber! It’s been one whole year damn it and I deserve to be where I am today! I’ll tell you another thing though…anytime anyplace if you want to take me on in a little one-on-one again. I feel too as if the door was left open that night. We both went sailing through that table Josh…neither of us got to prove anything in the end, but even though we won’t be alone in the chamber this Sunday…that won’t stop me from delivering your Golden Moment. You’ll SEE what I truly have to offer and you’ll see that my days in SCW aren’t numbered…unlike you and the rest of the fools inside the structure. Get what I’m saying? Good!

[Another drop of the camera, but this time I scoop it up right away… I see a car slowly coming to a stop… This time it’s my ride!]

Jay: The Superstar…you’re the last bit of ammo in this mix. Now listen, it doesn’t matter if you’re Shawn Winters, Mono Loco, Kasheryn…fuck, you could be Mr. Drachewych’s evil twin brother for all I care. It just doesn’t matter, because in the end, I’m not listening to your preaching. In the end, you’ll be forced to look at me wearing the SCW World Championship belt. I may be battered and I may be bloody, but I’ll be quite content and exuberant! Why? Because I will have been the one to break through all the buzz and hoopla…! I’ll be the one that moves on with the belt…in SCW’s new landscape!

[I’m satisfied now as I grab my bags. There’s nothing left to do here…nothing at all…]
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*The body of a naked dead woman is shown on the side of a country road. A policeman driving by, stops his car and gets out. He has a look at the body before returning to his car. The policeman takes of his cowboy like hat and slams it in to the passenger seat. He wipes the sweat of his forehead as he turns on his car.*

Policeman: God damn it.

*The policeman drives off to the towns rest stop. He looks around at the few parked cars and notices a black Trans Am.*

Policeman: A new visitor in town.

*The policeman leaves his car and makes his way towards the main entrance. His shoes can be heard with each step as they hit the dirt and rocks in the floor with each step. As soon as the policeman enters a man with black hair, wearing a black tank top and black pants with few tattoos on his arms, stands up off his stool. He pulls out his wallet and throws a hundred dollar bill on the front desk.*

Man: Don’t worry about the change, sweetheart.

*The man puts his black sunglasses over his eyes and makes his way towards the door where the policeman is still standing and it looks like he has no plans to move.*

Policeman: You always buy food that you don’t want to eat, Hollywood?

*The man dressed in black from head to toe turns his head around and looks back at his breakfast plate. The plate has not been touched. He then turns his head back to the policeman.*

Man: Didn’t even notice. I’m in hurry, I got a tight schedule to make. I guess I just lost my apatite. Now that’s not a crime is it officer?

Policeman: No but the dead body on the side of the road a few minutes from here is. I’m not some stupid city pig, like the ones you are used to boy. I run this whole town on my own. That’s right and I know a murder when I see one. I’m the judge, jury and executioner around here. I’ll lock you up and beat you down everyday for a month and no one would notice that you are not around.

Man: I’m sure you will. But since your looking for a murderer... Uh, you might want to chase the blond wrestling guy who was here a few minutes ago bragging about his actions as of late. That Hunter fella, the one that’s been all over news.

Policeman: How did you know his a blond?

Man: I like seen the news this morning plus I told you he was just here, bragging about his accomplishments. You might want to speed off, with some luck you might catch up to him. He was on a Harley.

*The policeman nodded his head before turning around and running towards his car. He got in, started it and sped off out of sight.*

Man: Moron!

*I walked out of the door and jumped onto my Trans Am. I started it up and drove off in the direction the policeman went in.*

A FEW HOURS EARLIER.

*Hunter drives into the rest motel, fuel station, restaurant, or whatever people might want to call it. He is all alone and the girl he picked up in nowhere to be seen with him. He parks his newly bought Trans Am and walks into the place with his bag in hand. He walks straight into the rest room. Hunter empties the urine out of his body and then stands over the sink and looks into the mirror. The mirror is pretty filthy and Hunter can‘t even see his reflection in it. He curses a little before walking back out of the rest room and up to the lady behind the counter. He starts to talk to the lady about something.

Lady: TV or not TV?

Hunter: TV please.

*Hunter gets a room in the little motel above the place and makes his way to his way to it. He enters it and turns on the television. He sits on the foot of the bed and watches on.*

News Reporter:

“It is believe that SCW wrestling star Ric David, known to fans as Hunter was last night behind the murder of a man and woman in a hotel in Oklahoma. The superstar hired the hotel room to stay in while SCW held a show in Oklahoma. Last night the bodies of a man who had been stabbed several times in the back and then several more times in the chest along with a woman who is believed to have been raped before having who neck slit with a knife.”

“The two bodies where found in a room below the room where Ric David was staying. The blood of the two victims being found all over the door of Ric‘s room door is what has made him the number one suspect. Police have collected DNA and finger prints from the scene and would like Ric to turn himself in for a DNA test and fingerprinting.”

“The star is at this point wanted for questioning and it is believed he is on the run somewhere between Oklahoma and Chicago as SCW‘s next show will be held in Chicago. A show where Hunter will star in the main attraction of the show. Police believe he will be managing to make his way to Chicago in time for Sunday’s show. *A picture of Hunter is shown on national TV* Police...”

*Hunter shuts off the TV and grabs the dye pack and razor blade out of his bag before walking into the toilet of the room. He starts to shave off the little facial hair he had kept on his face, only leaving a patch below his chin. He then grabs the dye pack, reads the instructions and applies it all over his hair and the patch of facial hair he decided to keep. He awaits twenty minutes, just like the pack said before jumping in the shower. Hunter completes his shower and walks out. He grabs the towel, provided by the motel and dries himself.*

- Hmm, no clothes. -

*Hunter walks out of his room with only the towel around his waist and paid the room next door a visit. After a few knocks there was no answer so Hunter decided to break his way in. After quickly searching the room. He found a black tank top, a pair of black denim pants, and black boots. Luckily they fit Hunter perfectly as he wore them in the room. Hunter left the towel in the room and walked out.*

*He grabbed his bag out of his room and made his way downstairs to grab a meal. While ordering Hunter noticed a pair of glasses that he liked behind the counter. After some negotiation with the lady clerk Hunter was the new owner of the black sunglasses. After sitting and waiting a few minutes for his meal, it finally arrived but before Hunter can eat it, he noticed a policeman outside looking at his car.*

NOW

*Now here I am, driving at a thousand miles a second towards Chicago as the wind coming in through the car windows blows my hair around. My face was on TV and I was pretty sure whoever sees me would call the police. But with my new style no one would notice me at all. I just fooled a country policeman and was sure that I will face no problems until I make my entry at Under Attack.*

TRASH TALK:

Hunter: Trash talk. Something that more then enough has been going around lately. It seems like every single one of my opponents for the Elimination Chamber has had plenty of free time and plenty of things to think about. But too me it has looked like they all have just repeated what gets done on weekly basis in this business. They all have come out and made their little threats towards their opponents. Whether it be they have had enough of being under rated or being ready to unleash a new era, a revolution. Pretty much it all has been said and pretty much all has been done. Well a lot have tried to do what they say but only so little have succeed. And so the story will repeat itself this Sunday at Under Attack.

Hunter: Six people have promised and sworn to be successors. They have each put the plans forth and let the world know how they will be the last man standing. Yet just like always only one of those six will succeed and live up to their words. But if you ask me, I say all six are wrong. There’s a seventh man in this match, and no I am not talking about the mysterious superstar. I am talking about the one who has had no time to plan for a victory, no time to picture a plan and try to execute it, hell he has had no time to even lift a dumbbell. He has had to waste his time on planning an escape plan and a plan to look different then what he used to.

Hunter: Of corse I speak of myself. I have had no time to plan something for this match and I don’t plan on wasting my last hours before my match on planning something. No, for once in my career I will go into a match, arguably the biggest match on my life and I have nothing. I have no experience in this type of match, unlike some of the people that will be joining me in it. But that doesn’t matter. I will simply be going in and planing as I see things unfold before me.

Hunter: Jay Gold can tell us how he beat people that beat other people and therefore he is the best person in the match and the one that will be winning it. Even though he has never beaten me and never will. Hudson on the other hand thinks he made me. He thinks he was the one that defeated Xander Valentine. Well I don’t know how disturbed and desperate you have to be to take credit for something a spectator did but that is what Hudson has done. He has taken credit for the spectator who decided to jump the rails and get a punch in on Xander before I send his ass right out of the SCW.

Hunter: Lately things have been boiling over between me and you Hudson and they don’t look like they will be cooling down anytime soon. But that is usually what happens when someone is struggling to get noticed around this place. When they can’t get their name listed on top of the card. They usually decide to come after me and start something. They hope that somehow I show enough interest in them and actually challenge them to a match.

Hunter: Well Hudson has been one of the very few to succeed. And don’t kid yourself for a second, Hudson. The only reason you are in this match, the only reason you are getting a chance at being SCW Champion is because of me. Because I decided to show some interest in you. Relax, no need for over excitement, the interest I have shown in you isn’t because you are talented or anything. It is because you decided to run your mouth cluelessly like the idiot that you are. Hudson now I have decided to take you on, give you a bit of that spotlight that usually comes with me. But it will not last long. Soon I will prove you wrong and a waste of time just like every time you have tried to step up.

Hunter: There is a reason that you have never been a champion and it doesn’t take a genius to see that reason. You have had your chances time and time again, so have I, but unlike you I have always managed to stay at the top, in that main picture and I’m always just that one match away from a title shot. And look around, just like that I have found myself in the main picture again, here I am going for a title while the number one contender sits at home with nothing.

Hunter: Hunter your time has come to bite the dust and get out of my sight for once and for all. You have put a good fight but now it will end, as will PPV and everything that they accomplished. All that will be remembered is the controversy I have overcome to become the SCW Champion in one hell of a match. Let History be written on this day.
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