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| Jay Gold vs The Real Speed [c]; SCW World Championship Match | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 28 2006, 03:49 PM (293 Views) | |
| Damian Angel | Sep 28 2006, 03:49 PM Post #1 |
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The Devil Himself and Member of the Nation of Moderation
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Jay Gold vs The Real Speed [c] SCW Championship Deadline Tuesday October 3rd @ 11:59pm RP Limit: 3 Teaser to be added later |
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| The Real Speed | Oct 1 2006, 09:20 PM Post #2 |
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Spam God..The Shinigami of SCW, and better then you
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Jay.. get on msn! The old saying that life isn't easy seems to be running true for The Real Speed. Just one week from winning the World Championship in an Elimination Chamber, he finds that he once again has to head to hell and back to keep what he feels is rightfully his. Tactical Terror is in the future for him, but Breakdown lies before then. Jay Gold the runner up from the Elimnation Chamber will face The Real Speed for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. Speeds first title defense, and hopefully the first of many. -- ***Speed is laying down on a couch watching Air Force One on the small television in front of him. In the background Jason is talking with an unknown man, and looking at some blueprints on the table.*** Harrison Ford- GET OFF MY PLANE! Speed- YOU TELL THEM HARRISON! YOU TELL THOSE MOTHER FUCKERS TO GET OFF YOUR PLANE! Jason- Calm down over there, some of us have work to do. Speed- Hey, I give the orders around here damn it. Jackson has nothing on Ford, now get off my plane before I kick you off. Jason- *sigh* Come here man, we gotta talk. ***Speed heads over to the table where Jason is making some markings on the blueprints.*** Jason- Ok.. see this? The X is us. We're here with Agent Carl. And this *drawing another X* is where we need to get. Speed- So let's go? Jason- Not that simple. See, If I want to get you there alive and save my own ass at the same time. We have to plan this out. CIA style so to speak. Speed- You really think they followed us to Carls? I'm sure whomever has a vendetta against me has already given up. Jason- Don't be so sure about that. See, you're not a big name again. That World Title you won, just so happened to secure you a spot on everyones hitlist. You said it yourself, you've fucked people over in the past, and alot of them would want to get revenge. Speed- This still doesn't make any sense though. All we have to go off of is cocaine dealers and there dealers. Jason- Exactly why we have to get here *points to the X*. Speed- Why there? Jason- A personal storage area that I rented out a long time ago. It's got a few things there that we may need. Speed- More guns? Jason- Ever drove a bulletproof vehicle? Just think of me as James Bond. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Speed- Roger Moore? Jason- Sean Connery. I'm the original, nobody ever replaced me. Speed- So you're the original CIA agent? Jason- No, that would be Carl here. But I broke all his records in my rookie days. Carl- As he reminds me about every time he sees me. Speed- Is he coming with us? Carl- Indeed.. Jason here has convinced me to join your cause. Even though I retired many many years ago, I still feel it's my duty to help protect the innocent as much as possible. Speed- Oh I'm not innocent though. I got myself into this mess. Carl- Regardless, you can't defend yourself against unknown attackers. You have any idea who would be doing this though? Any names? Maybe even a description for the database? Speed- Nope, I've done alot of drugs in my time, everythings pretty much a haze in my mind. Carl- Great... Speed- My guess would be there either a Columbian, or some Latinos. Carl- If you're being targetted in these areas, you're dealing with Columbians. After all, we are in Columbia. Jason- In other news... I think we should move before dawn. Carl- Excellent idea Jason. I can see why you managed to beat my records. While I was busy socializing with the women, you were busy slitting throats in the dark. Ha ha. ***Speed get's a terrified look on his face*** Carl- Don't worry about him, you're in good hands. Speed- Jason... Jason- Uhh.. Speed- Are you going to slit someones throat? Jason- Survival of the fittest, I do what needs to be done. Speed- Oh.. this is going to get crazy real fast isn't it. Jason- Yeah.. we're gonna get those bastards before they get you. Speed- They got Tony though.. I still can't believe that. Carl- My condolences. But in our line of work, we have only a split second between human emotions, and staying alive. And right now, we need to stay alive. The cars waiting. ***Speed, Jason, and Carl all head towards the car that will get them to their next destination.*** -- ***Cruising down the road, Speed sparks up a cigarette and looks out the window.*** Speed- Really makes you wonder who's out there doesn't it? I mean.. knowing that somewhere in those woods there might be a sniper with my name on his bullet. Carl- Relax.. it's to dark to make a proper shot. Even nightvision couldn't help him against tinted windows. Speed- I guess you're right. Carl- But then again, thermal light is another story. Speed- .... Carl- Relax.. you're safe tonight. Besides, *pulls out a silenced pistol* We do carry live ammunition. Speed- When do I get a gun? Carl- When you stop being paranoid of the slightest sound. We don't need you shooting up a twig. Jason- There's the spot, coming up on the left. ***Jason points out the window where you can see a well surronded by some bushes. A path leads to it and beyond, as Jason cuts the headlights.*** Speed- There's a house back there? Jason- No, just a firepit. Speed- Umm.. what happened to having the storage place? Jason- Trust me Speed, we're here. I'd never forget this place. Carl showed it to me many years ago. Carl- That I did. It's served me well in my time, and I took Jason in like a father. Taught him everything I know, and watched him surpass me. Speed- Uh oh.. sounds like storytime for Speed. Carl- Well, you brought it up. -- Sunday June 15th, 1996. Approximatly 2 pm ***A younger looking Carl has his door wide open, and is staring at Jason Bradly. Carl had invited Jason to his house for the summer, and was very excited to meet the man who some were hailing as "The next Carl". He had already broken the physical performance records that Carl had set a good twenty years ago.*** Carl- Jason? Jason- Yes sir. It's a pleasure to meet a legend such as yourself. Carl- More so a pleasure to meet a future legend like yourself. You've got quite a name kid. Jason- So I've been told. Either way, I do appreciate the invite to stay with you this summer. As everyone knows, I don't have a family to go home to. Carl- Yes.. it's a shame what happened to your parents. I still hold myself responsible to this very day.. then again.. I'm sure you've heard the story countless times. Jason *with a knot in his throat*- Uhh.. yeah.. I've heard it since I was a kid. You did what you was needed to stay alive. Carl- I'm sure you know that I retired shortly after that.. I felt it was neccessary. I couldn't cut in the field anymore. Jason- I'd rather not talk about it sir. Carl- Ah.. understandable. Well, come on in then. ***Carl invites Jason inside his house, where he shows him around.*** Carl- This will be your room. You can put your suitcase on the bed for now. I'm sure the agency told you why I asked you here. Jason- Special training is all I was told. Carl- A little bit more then special training. You'll be doing an infiltration mission. Jason- Now that.. I wasn't told. Carl- Follow me, we need a secure place to talk. ***Carl leads Jason outside to his garage where they get into a black car. They drive down the road to the same location, and spot the same well. Carl gets out and motions for Jason to follow him. Looking around to make sure nobody is watching, Carl starts pulling up the well bucket. It's big enough to fit a human adult, as Jason finds out when Carl climbs inside and begins slowly descending. He shouts up for Jason to do the same. Once they both reach the bottom, and adjust to the pitch black darkness, Carl pulls out a flashlight and turns it on. It looks just like an empty well, until he presses in on a brick. The "wall" in surronding them, begins to slide back in one location, as they quickly enter it. It slides closed behind them as Carls flashlight shines down a the long dirt tunnel.*** Carl- I built this place when I was in my prime. Nobody has ever figured it out. I'm sure a few people have looked down the well, but nobody really knows what secrets it holds. I remember during the Cold War, I spent an entire year down here. Just listening in on the radio waves, encoding and decoding messages. Those were some tough times. Jason- I couldn't even imagine living down here for that long. Surely you must have gone insane. Carl- At time I came close, but that's why were special operations. We can handle situations like that. ***They reach the end of the tunnel and find a solid oak part of the wall, with a keypad for a lock. Carl puts in a 10 digit code and the door slides open. Inside are a variety of military weapons, ranging from handguns to assault rifles. Body armor hangs on the wall, and a simple personal computer rests on a desk.*** Carl- The first part of your training is to become familiar with this room. It served me well, and it shall serve you well to. Jason- I don't have to stay down here for a year do I? Carl- No, not a year. But you will be down here all alone for the next month. There's plenty of novels to read around here, and that computer should keep you satisfied for writing any thoughts you have while down here. And while you may spot alot of guns around.. I took the liberty of removing any live ammunition. I don't think I need to explain why. Jason- No, not at all. Carl- There's food in the back parts, enough to last you a decade down here if you had to. Standard CIA issued, welcome to the big leagues kid. Jason- And what a welcome it is.. Carl- Keep yourself entertained, I'll be back in a month. Jason- Wai.. ***Before Jason can finish his sentence, Carls hand shoots out and finds it marks. Right on the pressure point located on Jasons neck. Jason drops to the ground out cold as Carl exits the room.*** Carl- Good luck kid.. you're gonna need it. -- Present Day, outside "The Well" Speed- And then... Carl- And then what? Speed- You didn't finish the story. You just left him there out cold. Jason- *sigh* You're a bit slow aren't you Speed. Speed- Umm.. no? Jason- If I'm here alive in the car right now, then obviously I endured that month of torture. Speed- Did you go insane? Jason- Oh yeah.. there's only so many times one can read "How to Kill a Mockingbird' without knowing it off by heart. Carl- Ah.. but a great piece of litterature it is. I do recall memorizing it myself over that long year. Jason and Carl- Lot ninety-seven," the auctioneer announced. "A boy." Speed- Huh? ***Jason and Carl share a laugh as they exit the car and head over to the well.*** Jason- After you Carl.. after all it is your secret. Carl- Ah but after you Jason, I did pass it on to you. Speed- Umm.. what do I have to do? Carl- Jason, care to explain? Jason- Well, pull up the bucket, climb in, and get to the bottom in one piece. Like so.. ***Jason pulls up the empty bucket and climbs in, descending to the bottom, he lets Carl pull it back up. After all three of them are at the bottom, Jason pushes the secret brick and heads inside the tunnel that he has travelled countless times in the past. No flashlight is needed anymore as he remembers his exact footsteps from his first venture into the unknown.*** -- Outside "The Well" The nightvision had proven well, at least until they dissapeared down the well. I had specifically asked for a pair of thermal goggles, but they said it was impossible to get. Pssh, multi million dollar drug lords can find anything, they just didn't want me getting to close to their "prized target'. My orders are simple, keep track of his movements until further notice. My guess is they'll want him alive, whatever this man did, he will soon regret it. I guess it's time for a report. ***In the distance, hidden withing the forest, is a lone masked man. He pulls out his cellphone and expertly dials the number he wants. Placing the phone to his ear, he places his call.*** Guy- Hey.. it's me. Just thought I'd let you know that he's got two people with him. Yes.. I understand that it compromises my mission. Yes, I understand you don't want any fatalities. But Brian.. the same can't be said for them. He's paranoid now, I think it's time we acted. Yes sir.. cancelling mission until further notice. I'll meet you at the helicopter. It's about time I met the infamous Brian O'Dea. -- Inside "The Well" Secret Room ***Jason has opened up the solid oak door via the keypad, and turns on the lights as him, Carl, and Speed all enter the room. Speeds eyes widen as he spots all the guns and other equipment. Jason looks over at him and laughs a little.*** Jason- You're like me 10 years ago, you know that right? I mean, minus the CIA training and all that cool stuff. Speed- You're not going to lock me in here for a month are you? Carl- Ha ha, no, we're not that cruel. Jason- Besides, we have to get you Breakdown in one piece. Can't lose that title just yet now can you? Speed- Oh shit.. yeah Breakdown. Gotta fight Jay Gold for my title. Carl- Umm... that compromises our plan Jason. Jason- Yeah but Carl, see.. it makes me more money, and allows me to keep an eye on him. Nobody would go after Speed on his own show. Carl- Regardless, I think I should go. Jason- Speed? What do you think? Speed- He should hide in the crowd, ya know.. extra protection. Hey do you have a video camera down here? Or like maybe a speech recorder. Carl- Indeed I do. It gets lonely down here and sometimes you learn more about yourself by taping your thoughts over the long months spent down here. ***Carl walks over to the computer table, and picks up an old school speech recorder.*** Carl- Might not be glamourous but I"ll be damned if this thing doesn't get you a free phone call ever once in awhile. Speed- You do that? I thought it was just a myth. Carl- Untraced phone calls from payphones, I used to contact Jason when he was in Japan for a few years. Speed- Japan.. I was in Japan for a few years. Jason- Really? Speed- Yeah.. while you guys were slitting throats, I was throwing people into glass, explosives and beds of nails. Jason- No wonder you remind me of myself. Jesus christ. Speed- Anyways.. what's the plan now? Jason- Carl and I are going to discuss what to do next. If you want, you go an exploring. Not like there's much to explore. Speed- Cool, gives me time to at least get a speech promo going. -- ***Speed puts a fresh cassette into the recorder, and presses record.*** Speed- Ladies and Gentleman, it is the one.. the only.. the true showstopper.. known to the world simply as, The Real Fuckin' Speed. How yall doing? To be honest, I don't give a damn. But I do want to know how Jay Gold is doing. I mean.. being driven from the top of the Elimination Chamber, and landing right on his head. That's gotta scramble a few brain cells. I guess that's why he probably thinks he can beat me this week. But hear me out Jay. You can't. Nobody can.. I will become that untouchable monster that you all witnessed several years ago. And it's only fitting that the most notorious monsters of SCW has returned at the same time. Yes.. Xander Valentine. Welcome back Xander.. I missed you. Not because you're a skilled athlete. But because I have a score to settle with you. And it involves the world title. Except.. I guess this time the circumstances have changed. How fitting is it for you to return, only to see The Real Speed climb that mountain and legitamatly win the title? It feels great on my end. But this week isn't about you Xander, so I'll save my breath for Tactical Terror. No.. this week belongs to Jay Gold. Speed- Jay.. by now you know who I am. I'm the guy who stops you before you reach what you desire so much. The SCW World Heavyweight title, is once again within your grasps. But dun dun dun... look who's there to stop you. Our history dates back all the way to Taking Hold of the Flame, 2005. A match you should have won. A match you rightfully eliminated me from. And look what happened. I didn't settle for being a loser. I took matters into my own hand, and won the match. I cheated to win so to speak. And that destroyed you.. because when it came down to who was the number one contender, both you and CHBK gave up. You just let me bypass you, just like you always will do. See Jay, don't bother talking a bunch of bullshit. Tell it like it really is. Tell the world what I already know. Tell them that The Real Speed is really better then you. Tell them that no matter how hard you try, you will never ever regain the SCW World Championship. Tell them that you're not worth there time and money. And to give it to someone more deserving. Someone like me. You see Jay, nobody wants you to win. In fact, to be quite perfectly honest with you. I don't even want this match to take place. It's pointless and futile to even come at me with everything you've got. Why you ask? Because then you would have officially held the title for a mere week. Allow me to explain. Tactical Terror. Oleksa thought it would be a grand idea to team you, me, and Greg back up. And then he throws in Josh Hudson to make things even more complicated. Now the four of us are supposed to defeat Xander Valentine, CHBK, Adam Riddick, and Christian Saviour. Yes.. Christian Saviour. I guess he makes up for Hudson on our team. But anyways back to my point. Xander Valentine doesn't have a match this week. CHBK doesn't have a fuckin' match this week. And yet.. here we are. You, Hudson, and myself. All booked in big time matches for a title. Speed- Don't you think it's ironic? Personally I think it's all a big conspiracy to have me lose the title. Drachewych must have had a heart attack when he saw me win it. You see Jay.. I was never supposed to win it. I was supposed to lay down for someone as low life as Cid Turner. I was supposed to just simply walk in, and walk out. And that was to continue for a long long time. As you all know, I told Drachewych to go fuck himself and reclaimed what was mine. So that leads me to my next idea. Jay.. if you really, and I mean really want a shot at this title. Listen. Save your energy, save your breath, hell.. just show up at Breakdown. Get in the ring. And you and I will simply walk up the rampway, and say "Fuck You Drachewych". I'll retain the title, but we'll be fresh for Tactical Terror. That's where you need to focus Jay. I have the unfortunate.... well I don't really know the word. But I need you to win that match for our team Jay. I need you and Greg.. hell I do even need Hudson, just a little bit. And what do you guys get out of winning? You either get the title, or you get a title shot in a four way match against Hudson, Greg, and myself. Doesn't that sound alot better then being the guy who won the belt only to lose it a week later? I think it does. So do me the favour Jay.. just go along with this. It's what makes sense. There's no scam here, there's no secret ambush to take you out in a few seconds. It's simply, you.. me.. doing what needs to be done. And come Tactical Terror, we'll go out there and show the entire world, just why we were the final two contenders in that Elimination Chamber. I hope you do the right thing Jay.. it's only logical. ***Speed stops recording, and pops the cassette out. With an arrogant grin on his face, he starts to head back to where Carl and Jason are discussing their plans.*** -End Rp- |
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| Jay Gold | Oct 2 2006, 09:58 PM Post #3 |
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YES! YES! YES! YES! :)
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[Another time of being oh so close… I’m not going to act surprised at all. In the end, the Real Speed outdid me. This time all was fair in love and war, but even though the impossible occurred, it doesn’t erase every thing else that he’s done. Kendo stick after kendo stick, every single damn time we met face to face in a battle royal… Quite frankly, I couldn’t help but to look around for Speed’s kendo stick before I was released from my chamber door at Under Attack. Low and behold, it never played a role. And now the Real Speed is ever so proud of himself, way beyond boastful… He deems himself an unstoppable force and why? His protection so to say…the bodyguard Jason who now is forced to be in Speed’s presence basically 24 hours a day and seven days a week. If he was a really great SCW Champion, he shouldn’t need back-up. Just look at his past now…he was part of FTW when he wrongfully swiped the title away from Cid in Seattle back in 2004. As for PPV, don’t even get me started! If everyone noticed, I didn’t allow Speed to goad me into attacking CHBK for HIS benefit only! I concentrated on my own matters; on my own match; on my own career. Now I know that he just offered me a tempting offer, but he should know me by now. I’m not one to just let a title shot pass me by; even if I do end up only holding the SCW World Championship belt for a week or two. I’ll take the prize whenever I can get it. Basically in simple elementary terms that even Speed can understand…NO DEAL!] [Besides, even though I couldn’t quite come through inside the chamber, I DID succeed in completing one of my quests. When I get one thing completed, I feel as if I can’t get something else done…try, try, try, and try again for the 50th time! For example, I learned just a few days ago that the doctors at Albany Medical Center diagnosed my friend Sparkle all wrong. They originally thought that she had just come down with a small bout of hay fever. Well, now she’s back in the hospital with lord knows what. Now will this take away from my performance when I’m thrust into the ring with my supposed “toughest challenge to date”? Doubtful… I’ve overcome Martha…my own wife…being held in the hospital. So if the Real Speed thinks for one moment that I’m just going out there to lie down or if I’m going out there just to fuck up for his sake, he has another think coming. He may be more concerned about Xander right now and so be it. My focus is on one man; the man that stands between me and my second SCW Championship title reign. That’s what matters; he can’t hold me back forever…he’s done it for long enough.] [And when the deed is done…what then…? I know…Tactical Warfare. The match that Speed is already counting out his OWN TEAM! It’s nothing short of unbelievable that he doubts me, especially after I’ve done quite well for myself the past few months. Guess I’ll have to silence yet another of my many critics…and I can’t think of any way better than to upend the Real Speed when it supposedly “doesn’t matter”. To me, this match is everything.] ********************************************************************* [I look down at my feet as I find myself in a familiar position. I’m once again the challenger and once again more than one problem is staring me in the face. It’s not just the fact that the Real Speed doubts what I can do and it’s not just Sparkle AGAIN being laid up in a hospital bed with some unknown illness. But when you combine everything, it’s one big huge weight on my shoulder… As of right now, I feel as if I’m a time bomb just waiting to explode! This situation seems ever too familiar though… Extraneous items in my life have kept me from achieving my dreams in SCW, but no…I just can’t let them this time. Especially since Lethal Weapon, Mono Loco, and a fair amount of others have taken advantages of my weaknesses. This time I’m remaining strong and I’m not just going to cave… I YEARN to hold that belt over my head and be declared the champion. I can see the shocked look on Speed’s face as he rolls out of the ring, defeated. But he shouldn’t mind it all that much since this Breakdown is supposed to be an unimportant stop in his SCW Title reign…] [My thoughts are interrupted as the elevator doors open. I walk a few rooms down the corridor and peek in one of the rooms. Already I can see Martha by the far side of the bed, so I enter. She smiles a bit but then turns to the bed where Sparkle is completely unconscious, but breathing.] Martha: She just got removed from surgery about two hours ago. Nurses said she wouldn’t be up for like another three hours or so… Jay: Oh. They told you that she’d be okay, right? Martha: They said she’d wake up; that’s all I know. You may as well take a seat. There’s not much to do but wait it out. [I sit down in the vacant chair. Obviously this is the Intensive Care Unit of the hospital. I look out the inside window to see about ten or twelve nurses scurrying around by the main desk. It’s a normal site though here. Every day is a busy day…one of deaths…one of lives saved. The world keeps turning basically…like clockwork. I can even hear the ticking of the clock in Sparkle’s small room as the hustle and bustle goes on about thirty feet away from us.] Jay: I know this is hardly the time or place Martha, but my mind has been on this Real Speed issue. First he ekes out a win in the Elimination Chamber and now I get a chance at redemption…but he wants me to practically lay down for him so he can retain the belt, just so we’ll be fresh and ready to go for Tactical Terror in that huge Tactical Warfare team match. I just don’t see how that could be logical to me? For him, sure…but it would seem like I’m getting the short end of the stick. Martha: Yeah. You know not to trust Speed at all. Jay: I don’t trust him. I just can’t BELIEVE that he had the gall to say that this title match isn’t worth it. Yeah true, if I take the title this Wednesday night, I might very well lose it by not even gaining the pin fall at Tactical Terror, but at least every one will know me well as a two-time SCW Champion, instead of a one-hit wonder that defeated Brent Randall of the Mercenaries almost two whole years ago. Martha: Well believe it Jay…Speed can be a slippery one, but you know him like the back of your hand. I don’t see you running into any problems at Breakdown. Jay: It’s almost funny too that Speed STILL thinks that I’m down and out after he hit me with the Burnout off the top of the chamber. Perhaps he forgets that I’ve taken WAY more pain and punishment than that! That’s what I would call “only scratching the surface”. Speed, after all these months, obviously doesn’t know about my strong threshold for pain. Martha: Don’t let him get to you… [Martha hangs her head as she keeps her eyes on her almost life-long friend. She sighs as I stand up. I don’t leave the room though…instead I stand on the other side of Sparkle’s bed, leaning over her. Yes, at one time we were really drawn to one another…and I can see why. Martha has even agreed that Sparkle is quite the beautiful bombshell. If only she’d be awake and healthy again. I’m sure in that heart of hers; she wants to be…just as much as I want the SCW Championship back around my waist. Both of us have important things that we want to accomplish, but as time runs on it runs short on the two of us. I know that with each passing day, I grow older. The title shots will come further and fewer between until finally I’m forced to retire due to old age. That’s where CHBK is right now; a place that I’m not looking forward too.] [I try to think of happier thoughts, but with such a morbid setting, it’s hard too.] Jay: Martha, is it okay if I…go for a short walk? I’ll come right back. Martha: Sure. You’ll know very quickly if Sparkle gets up, okay? [I leave the room after nodding my head towards my wife. Somberly I make my way back to the elevator for the return trip to the lobby. There’s nothing exciting about it as I still rest in my nonchalant mood. The doors open as I slowly troop along to the outdoors. Seriously though, I wish I was in Sparkle’s spot. She’s always so cheerful, so full of life, and always wanting to continue where she previously left off. I’m sure if she was awake, she’d clamber at the opportunity to steal away Katie Steward’s Goddess Championship in a heartbeat! It’s not meant to be though… It’s me that is here once again to try and become SCW’s apex; not to mention knock the Real Speed off his high horse…] Jay: Sigh…so here I am. I hate these times; the times where someone I like or love is captured in a place like this. Why…just before Under Attack, I had successfully completed my Israeli mission when I found my long lost cousin. Since then, it’s been nothing but sheer disappointment. Yet another chance arises to turn everything around; get a little sunshine back in my life. [I walk to where the small flower garden is on the side of the medical center. Most of them are dead or wilting, but the really late blooming flowers have opened and they are still a site to see. After a small while I press onward, making my way up New Scotland Avenue a little ways. I cross the street and end up at the College of Albany Pharmacy . I take advantage of the empty bench that’s by the walkway and plop down. It’s been a trying past few days. Martha and I have not spent all that much of the hours at home; only the nighttime ones where we’re sleeping in each other’s arms…both worried about the condition of our best friend. We’ve unfortunately earned that right to be concerned…] Jay: Well Speed, as of right now you’re the one living the high life with everything going the right way. I hope that you’re proud of yourself. I hope that you shine and buff the SCW Title much like you do to Drachewych’s stolen shoes. Hell, I even hope that you’re going back over what you told me. Tell me if it all makes any sense to you Speed… Do you actually believe I’m going to go with one of your schemes? One of your plans that will undoubtedly fail…? It’s bad enough that we’ve been in PPV for two months and it’s even worse that we will be teaming together at Tactical Terror. My point is this…I NEED to win the SCW Title NOW. I’m not one to take chances and pray that I come out of the Tactical Warfare match both alive and with the belt grafted around my waist. The odds in that match of coming away the SCW Champion are one in eight. I like the probability of me becoming the new champion much better at Breakdown, where the odds are only one in two. Am I making myself crystal clear here Speed? Or is your mind more on your continuous gloating then it is on the top contenders who won’t be disappearing from SCW’s main event for quite a long time? Only you can answer that question when we go one on one Wednesday. Don’t bother answering me now…there’s no point. [I stay seated on the bench, despite that it’s sprinkling a few drops. But why should a little rainfall bother me…? I see it more as a cleansing anyway…something that Speed probably could desperately need. I know the kind of past that he’s had; almost the same as Omarion Denton’s. Denton always told me about how he had to live life on the streets, not knowing whether he’d get a bullet through the head one night or wake up the next morning. It doesn’t surprise me that people are after Speed, especially after all the wrongdoings that he’s committed in the SCW…never even mind his past. However when you throw in all of the drugs and all of the money owed, there’s assuredly a large price on his head. It’s not money from him that I want; I only want his crowning possession and our business will be taken care of.] Jay: As long as I’m vegetating right here Speed and letting you know it all, I may as well just keep right on going. No, I’m not going to bore you with false statements or making out with my wife. May I remind you that I show more decency than Christian Savior these days… Right at this very moment, I only feel like telling you the absolute, honest truth. Truth number one…you do know that anybody can win a title on any given night. Hell Speed, Drachewych could have placed you up against a diva…namely one that’s pissed with you such as Lenne Perez…and she could easily roll your ass up and defeat you! How humiliating would that be? You’ve talked and talked these past few weeks about how you pulled the wool over Lenne’s eyes like it’s something to be proud of. Now she might not be the smartest cookie in the bunch, but I know that she can be trusted. She’s another person that knows what she wants Speed. Now yeah, you’ll go to the end of the Earth and back if it meant that you got to keep a stranglehold on the SCW Championship, but you can’t be trusted even for a damn second! Moving on though, you’re no monster. City Boy is a monster…he was cold, completely unforgiving, and willing to end someone’s life for no reason whatsoever. Xander Valentine is a monster for betraying Calli Bennett. Quite frankly I was shocked when the two of them actually got back together. And Lethal Weapon…he was a monster. He had that killer instinct that won him the SCW Title. You aren’t in their class Speed and no…you’re not above it either. We don’t need any more “gods” in this place. Chad Evans and Cid were both more than enough. [Very slowly, almost ghost-like, I shake my head from side to side. I wish I had a drink on me…but for now it looks like I’ll have to stay parched. Until I go back inside anyway… Only then will I be able to quench my thirst for liquid.] Jay: Are you really better than me Speed? Are you SCW’s third God or will your championship reign be cut short? You can only prove that to the world by giving me the Burnout or crushing me in the back of the skull with an illegal kendo stick. There are NO other possible ways that you can beat me. Those two are your bread and butter. Meanwhile I have more than a handful of ways to take that championship belt from around your waist. There’s no use in exploiting what I can do though Speed. You’ll just have to wait and see. Much like I have to wait and see if one of my best friends will recover…if her life will continue or end. Now as for you thinking Drachewych is out to get you, that is not at all my problem. Weren’t you the one that harassed him for months before stealing away his footwear? You GAVE the boss a reason to hate you Speed. Don’t go blaming me for this match-up this week. I EARNED my spot here much like I did in the Elimination Chamber and just as I’ve earned it for Tactical Warfare. I turned out to not be that weak link in PPV that you had hoped I’d be. I went out there and threw around all of my talent. I picked up way more wins than I did losses and even LED us to the Trios Tournament Finals before you got your ass pinned by MV! MV!!! I just don’t want to hear any more of your whining crap that I’ve heard from you so far. Aren’t you a professional wrestler Speed? If you’re the champion, you need to be a fighting champion, much like I was every time that I held a title. When I went up against Shawn Winters to defend the United States Title, I made SURE that it was on the line. I put up a great fight there, much like I will at Breakdown, Speed. I don’t duck away from a challenge and I’m sure as hell not ducking down when the SCW Title lies right in front of me. When I can visually see that gold Speed, I’ll do anything and everything to make it my own! I don’t see any irony that you, Josh Hudson, and me are all wrestling this week. The difference between us…Josh and I both WANT to fight in our respective battles. You choose only to be a coward, calling this match entirely meaningless. Too you it is Speed because you’re the one that has everything to lose… For me and all of those fans out there, Wednesday could end in a Golden Moment…one that you obviously don’t want to see! Tough shit though Speed because you won’t only just see that but you might also finally have to pay the piper for all of those drugs and all of those times that you deprived others from getting what they truly deserve. This time I won’t show any remorse. Since you don’t give two shits about the responsibility of holding such a prestigious prize, I will GLADLY take it away from you. You’ll be back down to what you have been…just a man that connives his way to the top of the mountain. Only THIS time Speed, the road will be even tougher. That’s not for me to decide though; my only part in all of this is pinning you or making you submit. I know…easier said then done, but when I’m throwing my best foot forward Speed, I stand a fighting chance. And being that you won’t be putting in all one hundred percent, I love my odds. I know I won’t be ambushed from behind by the likes of you, unlike what the Syndicate and the Mercenaries have done to me in days past. Which makes it all the more logical for me to get the title when the going is REALLY good… [The rain has begun to come down a bit harder now so I walk back across the street, jaywalking since there is no traffic around at the moment. It’s not like I’m looking forward to seeing Sparkle in that uncomfortable hospital bed, but I don’t want to avoid her either. She’s an important part of my life, just as the SCW World Championship is. Once you hold it, you want it…again and again. It’s just like a pill…addictive. But this addiction is a good one to have…it shows that I’m not willing to ever give up fighting, even when I’m the one with the elite gold belt in my possession.] [I won’t ever be like Speed…nor do I want to be… I just want the championship…] |
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| Mr. D | Oct 3 2006, 12:06 PM Post #4 |
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The SCW Owner and Leader of the Nation of Moderation
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Seeing as according to Speed, he has agreed with a 2 RP limit with Gold and by the original deadline rules I had created, having asked prior to 12 hours to deadline, I am extending the deadline for this match until 6 am tomorrow for both men. Both can post one more roleplay at any point during this time. |
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| Jay Gold | Oct 3 2006, 07:10 PM Post #5 |
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YES! YES! YES! YES! :)
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I'm verifying that I have agreed to the said 2 rp limit. My promo will be along within the next four of five hours. :CTface: |
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| Jay Gold | Oct 4 2006, 01:12 AM Post #6 |
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YES! YES! YES! YES! :)
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[It’s hard to pick up where someone has left off, but this time it couldn’t be simpler. No sooner had I stepped back into Albany Medical Center via the Building C doors, I saw the flash of lightning in the distance. A few seconds later the imminent rumblings of thunder… This storm is no doubt just getting underway. News had it that we’re in for a rough night. I’ve been through many of those in my twenty-five plus years on this Earth. What’s one more night? No, I’m not going to let the raging thunderstorms dampen my spirits… They’re lowered enough as it is. I saunter slowly through the hospital corridors on the first floor. I know my way by heart back up to the third floor, to the Intensive Care Unit where Sparkle is being housed. Instead though I veer off to where the snack shop is. Damn it…closed. Quite the shame too being that I’m parched…guess a Pepsi out of one of the hospital’s many vending machines will have to do. I pull out a crumpled older dollar bill and slide it in the slot. It spits back out at me…just my luck. I try to smooth it out against the machine and try again…another no-go. But as the old saying goes…don’t give up until you get what you want. By about the nineteenth time, it FINALLY goes through and I hit the button for regular Pepsi. I hear the bottle tumbling down into the catch shoot. Once it’s down I reach my hand in. At least I got what I wanted… In the end after that struggle, I won.] [Making sure that the bottle doesn’t fizz over; I carefully and diligently twist the cap open. I don’t want to lose a single sip of those twenty ounces of refreshment. I desire to feel every last tingling drop slide down my throat. For now though, only a few slurps. I replace the cap and press onward, but I still don’t want to go up to the third floor. Yet I find myself in front of the public elevators which lead right to where she is. If only I could be anywhere but here at this moment… I sigh though and finally hit the “up” button to call one of the elevators. When the car comes I enter it, feeling a bit woozy. Still the transportation takes me to where I must be and I accept the fact that I can’t run from this place…not when one of my best friends needs my support.] [I exit the elevator and make the dreadful footsteps to the double doors. I take a deep breath before picking up the phone to gain admittance into the ICU.] Jay: Danielle’s room please? Nurse: Absolutely, come right on in sir. Jay: Thank you. [The green light is on which means the door is open. I push it open and head down the hallway, with my head lowered. I’ve honestly seen enough of these sorts of places over the past few years. I’ve wanted to stay as FAR away as possible from them; but I’m always drawn back for one reason or another.] [I make my way back behind the curtain of the small room, D360 I think. I just don’t care. Watching numbers and letters means absolutely jack shit to me now. I just want Sparkle up, roaming around, getting the fresh open air, and doing the things that she yearns to do. She can’t do anything while pinned down to a bed and not awake.] [Martha lifts her head up and turns to the entranceway to see me standing there, much like I did the first time I had arrived.] Martha: Hey, you’re back. Jay: Just needed to clear my head, that’s all… Say honey, if you don’t mind, can I have a few minutes alone with her? She means a lot to me just as she means a whole bunch to you. Martha: Sure. I won’t bother you. [I take Martha’s place in the chair by the bedside. My eyes catch the site of Martha’s backside exiting the small not fully enclosed room. She doesn’t stand all that far away though…just near the main nurse’s station… Right now I can only see my wife’s feet as the curtain to room D360 is shut as far as it can go. Turning back to my friend, I place my hand in hers and hold on tight, not squeezing roughly, just holding it, hoping that I might feel her clutch…any sign of her still being with us. The anesthetic should have worn off by now…it’s been over five hours…] Jay: Danielle, can you hear me? I don’t know if you can or not…but I want you to hear all of this. Now I know it seems like it was years ago since you won the SCW Women’s Championship, but it was only a little over a year ago. You can get back to where you once were, but only if you hold on. You can fight this illness; this unknown thing that’s gotten into you. I have SEEN you walk down to that ring with the fire in your eyes. I know you remember how you, Greg Cherry, and me turned back three members of Explicit Content. If you can hear me, please think of those times. Times far from these… I know everyone always says to never dredge up the past, but in this instance it’s okay Danielle. It’s those memories that will bring you back. Perhaps you are here because of a broken heart. It’s understandable; you’ve been brushed aside a few times, but remember…Martha and I have never done such a horrid thing. We’ve stood by you. I know I shouldn’t be bringing this next thing up, but I stood beside you when you and Martha were going at it. I stood between you and stopped the mess. We’re all friends to this very day despite that happening. The bond between the three of us is unbreakable Danielle. Please, if you have enough in your big heart left…don’t break us apart. It’s not your time to go. [I grip her hand that much more tighter, but still no response. Martha comes back in and stands beside me.] Jay: Did they say if there was any hope? Martha: No. Jay, I’m worried. The nurses are all looking over Danielle’s paperwork feverishly. Something must have went severely wrong… Jay: There’s not much we can do about it Martha. We’ll have to take it all as it comes. Martha: But I don’t WANT too! Just think about it…Sarah Vixen has spent all of her life so far knowing Danielle and if she’s taken away; she’ll want to know why. I don’t think that she’s ready for the truth, but I’m not, I repeat NOT lying to my own daughter about a serious thing like this! Jay: And I don’t expect you too… [Looks like it’s time for me to be the voice of reason and the strong one for the two of us…] Jay: Tell you what babe…let’s just go home since there’s nothing to do but pray for tonight… Martha: Not like they’ll be answered anyway! Jay: Shh! Calm down babe…look, I’ll take you home; you can have a nice warm relaxing bath and then maybe a decent night’s sleep… Martha: But I don’t want any of that! Jay: No buts. [I unwillingly drag her away, back down the hallway of the ICU. She’s not kicking and screaming, but I can tell that she’s not happy. But let’s face it; she needs time away from the pain and the grief. It was too much even for ME to handle; hence why I went outside all by lonesome earlier…just to get that fresh air into my nostrils. Having Martha get some would do her a whole hell of a lot of good. She wouldn’t be able to disagree with me there.] ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ [Well…it’s now been an hour since we left that dastardly place…where it’s chosen who lives and who dies. Martha and I arrived back home about fifteen minutes ago, as the traffic was quite horrendous, due to the storms that are still going overhead, even at this late hour. Martha hasn’t said a single word to me ever since we reached my car, which was parked just outside of Building A down at the medical center.] Jay: Honey, I can’t have you not speaking to me. It won’t do either of us any good. Just please…I’d rather hear you YELLING out your feelings about everything. Go ahead…give it to me! I don’t want you holding anything in. [Martha groans on the den’s couch and sits up, but not because she wants too.] Martha: Jay, you KNOW all I can think about is poor Sparkle. She doesn’t deserve this shit! Hell, your opponent is probably the one that should be laid up for all the deeds he’s done! I just…I just want to be by her side if and when she wakes up. I want my face to be the first that she sees. Please don’t deprive me of that… Jay: I won’t…I’d love to be there too. She means the world to both of us Martha, not just you. Anyway, as much as you don’t want to probably…let’s watch a movie or something, just to get our minds off- Martha: You just don’t get it, do you? You don’t get it! Sparkle is DYING there! Our best friend gone by the wayside to some illness unknown… Jay: If she DOES happen to go, I cross my heart and hope that she doesn’t, but if it does occur…it’ll happen peacefully. She won’t feel any harm; no pain. That’s the way you want to pass on Martha; one doesn’t want to be tortured to live out painful day after painful day just because their best friend wants to be with them. [As I speak, I can see Martha’s face go pale. She knows that I’m right. I sit down and pull her into my lap.] Jay: You understand, right? [She doesn’t answer me with words; a small nod of the head is enough to tell me that she agrees with me…that we’re on the same wavelength. I allow her to stand up and choose a movie to watch. Tuck Everlasting…how appropriate… I roll my eyes, but she doesn’t see me do the aforementioned gesture. As soon as the DVD is in the machine, she returns to me and this time politely sits next to me, dropping her shoulder to her head. I pull up a blanket over the two of us, being that it is just a tad bit nippy now that it’s early October. As the credits begin to roll, I can already see Martha’s eyes growing heavy. But I let the movie play… As soon as she’s out I slip off of the couch and leave her comfortably lying down on one of the plush white pillows. I move out of the den and make my way to the kitchen for a close to midnight snack if you will. Just as my hand touches the freezer door latch, my eyes catch sight of my video camcorder on the kitchen table.] Jay: Now how did you get there? [I pick it up and hit the little red button. Without even thinking I point it in my direction and head to the bedroom…talking softly but audibly the entire way.] Jay: Since I got her to fall asleep after such a trying day that leaves me all alone now. It’s yet another perfect opportunity to let the Real Speed know that I’m not dying out. Ever since I returned to SCW just before Taking Hold of the Flame, I’ve been thinking of NOTHING but winning the SCW Title for the second time. I’d be scoring yet another one for the little guys. Perhaps that’s why I’m one of SCW’s heavy fan favorites…I give all the children something to look up too. Is that what you do…champ? Of course it’s not. You don’t give a flying fart about having even your security guard as a fan! You’d prefer to hit up a few bongs, get drunk off your ass, and make sure that you’re one of the most popular guys on a hit list…! Trust me Speed…none of those three things will do you any good in the end. Not only will you have lost the SCW Championship, you will have most likely lost your very existence. It makes me wonder about life sometimes Speed…about how you can be healthy and on top of the world and someone else who is ever so deserving to breathe the same air you do is most likely not going to see the next sunrise. The world works in mysterious ways…it teases us, torments us, brings us good times and bad… I just don’t know anymore. If Sparkle dies without getting another chance at life, my wife and I will both be heartbroken, especially if you keep on living the way you are…with that belt around your waist, with a guard protecting your backside, and you having that “I’ll never lose this belt as long as I live” mentality. [I open the door to our bedroom. The sheets are not even close to being tidy. They are thrown towards the edge of the double sized bed. A few items of clothing are strewn about and the laundry hamper still has fresh and clean folded up clothes that still need to get put away. It will all have to wait until tomorrow. Perhaps THAT will at least help my wife keep her mind off things… Meanwhile for myself I’ll be training for Breakdown’s main event before we have to take the train out to Columbus at about mid-day. It’s only a few hours of a ride, but it will most likely seem like an eternity…being away from Sparkle and all. As far as our child goes, she will once again be staying with Martha’s parents…who are always glad to take her in and help us out if an emergency arises. There is no emergency greater than this one that we’ve come across…] [I snap my mind back to attention, shaking out the cobwebs before resuming where I left off…] Jay: Speed my former PPV stable mate; this road that you find yourself on doesn’t come to a happy ending. I’ve been on it before; I thought I was a bad ass and thought that I was completely untouchable. I was once in your position as you know, but after one month, the belt was turned over to Phoenix…and I wasn’t even involved in the decision! I know you’ve been thinking ahead to Tactical Warfare Speed and about how you believe that Drachewych is doing nothing but dicking you over, but don’t. If you watch one of us, us being myself, Greg Cherry or Josh Hudson leave with the SCW Title at Tactical Terror on the 15th, don’t worry about it. You’ll have another shot, being that you’ll be a part of the winning team. Right now, you SHOULD be fully concentrated on me as I am you. I told you; I strike when the iron is hot! Can you actually blame me for that Speed? Go ahead and answer yes…I dare you. [Carefully I place the camera down on the nightstand as I look into the mirror across the room. I see my reflection. My face is a bit red even though I didn’t spill any tears tonight. Maybe…just maybe…I might be even more concerned than Martha is at this juncture. Sparkle holds a special place in my heart; even if she was the one that came onto me when she was feeling lonely. But forgetting that, she can’t be feeling lonelier than she does right now.] Jay: Furthermore, on a different subject, I just can’t get over the fact that you told the whole world that I would “let you bypass me”. If that’s not the biggest crock of crap I’ve ever heard, I don’t know what is. Look, if I happen to lose a wrestling match, I pick myself up, dust myself off and move onward. Any loss that I have I know one day I will have the chance to avenge it… Now here’s where you’re actually right for a change Speed…we have had our meetings over the past year and few months, but if you haven’t noticed…NONE of them have been completely one on one…until now. This is my sole opportunity to finally overcome you when the odds are much more in my favor… No other challenges to deal with in that ring; nobody wanting to screw me out of my title shot except for you. THAT’S why you made that RIDICULOUS offer! Let’s just say that I would never tell the boss to fuck off unless if he REALLY deserved it Speed. I was given this shot and I can see now that you’re scared. You’re scared shitless of losing the coveted SCW World Championship…just one and a half weeks after you gained it. Was I worried back in 2004 when I gave City Boy a shot? No. So why do you have to be? Since you can’t be beat and you’re our new dominant leader, why don’t you prove it instead of trying to weasel your way out against one of the top contenders to that belt? You do know that when we win at Tactical Terror as a team that I get a shot at that belt in the future if I don’t get the pin fall. So why wait until then to go full bore against me? It’s not like it’s the night before the pay per view…there’s still over a week until we get there, Speed. There will be time for you to recuperate; time for you to think of a new game plan, and way too much time for you to think about how to get that golden kendo stick of yours into the war games cage. Would it actually KILL you to wrestle a second clean match? Or any match at all for that matter? [I pause for only a quick moment this time… Martha’s not awake; she’d be calling for me to return to her side if she was…] Jay: Seriously, I know you’re not going to turn to Chad Evans’ antics and I sure do hope you don’t expect me to do the same. We’re both higher caliber than that…I’ll give you your props there. At least you show up week in and week out, just like I do. That’s why we are where we are Speed…at the top of the SCW food chain looking down at everyone else that’s just chomping at the bit to gain possession of the belt that you grasp onto so tightly. Only problem for you is, is that I’m hungry. Hungry to succeed once again and hungry to go into Tactical Terror as the head honcho; the flagship of the SCW if you will… Hell, even if I take the belt from you at Breakdown and you regain it inside the war games cage, I can still be satisfied in knowing that I ended my drought against you and that I held the SCW Championship for the first time in two years. Not to mention that yet another chance would arise for me to take it back for the third time… As you can see Speed…it’s a win-win situation for me here. I’d be stupid NOT to attempt to cash in on it. I’m sure you now see things from my point of view. You’d do the same damn thing if you were in my position… [Decisively I turn off the red light, which should stop the tape inside the camcorder. With slow footsteps, I head back out to the kitchen. I leave the piece of equipment on the kitchen table before walking the rest of the way back to the den. Martha still lies there as the movie is still going on the television screen. I pick the rocking chair to sit in, but I surprisingly don’t doze off. I see the movie all the way to the end of the credits…it’s kind of sad really…a family drinks water from a spring that makes them live forever and the girl from the nearby town of Treegap chooses not to drink it, even though she is in love with one of the family’s sons. That spring…it’s what Sparkle could use right about now…everlasting life so she can’t ever leave us…] [Sighing, I get up and shut the television off. Martha happens to get up at that exact moment.] Martha: Oh, was it over? Jay: Yes. Come on…maybe we should just sleep on it. Martha: Okay… [I help her up off of the couch and carefully escort her to our bedroom. It doesn’t take but a minute or two before she’s peacefully closing her eyes. Hopefully a few miles away at the hospital, Sparkle hasn’t closed hers for the last time…] ***OOC: And now...onto Tactical Warfare... :dance:... Oh yeah, and Speed's promo. :CTface: |
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| The Real Speed | Oct 4 2006, 01:41 AM Post #7 |
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Spam God..The Shinigami of SCW, and better then you
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OOC- If you feel any emotions while reading this rp.. then it achieved the effect I wanted. ![]() The internet. It's a great place to find information on anything your little heart desires. For some, it's the latest conspiracy. For others it's the latest games. And hell even some still use it to check the weather. But for a professional wrestler. It's alot more then that. It's a scary place out there, one that most aren't familiar with. One of those being The Real Speed. As he surfs around various wrestling sites made by the fans, he spots some rather rude comments concerning himself. Jason and Carl are quietly discussing amongst themselves, when Speed breaks the silence. -- Speed- Hey, did you guys know that people don't like me? Jason- ... you can't be serious right. Speed- No, I'm dead serious. There's this guy here who utterly despises me. Jason- Are you forgetting that there's people outside in the real world who are trying to kill you? So what if some punk teenager says something bad about you on cyberspace? At least he's not trying to kill you. Carl- He's got a point Speed. I think you should worry about the bigger fish in this pond. Speed- Just listen to this though. "The Real Speed as SCW Champion? Have they lost their minds over there? This has got to be the worst business decision since Adam Riddick won Taking Hold of the Flame. Nobody gives a rats ass about The Real Speed. He's the resident jobber. What the hell are they trying to pull anyways? A ratings stunt? Give the loser the title for a little bit. Hell you had Xander Valentine returning at Under Attack and you give a worthless piece of shit like The Real Speed the title? I hereby boycot SCW as a whole. I will not be tuning in to Breakdown, or buying there next PPV until The Real Speed loses the title." Jason- That's.. actually pretty harsh. Speed- And it goes on man. Apparently about fifteen people have boycotted SCW because of me. I think I am officially the most hated man in wrestling. Carl- I doubt that, fifteen people is nothing in the grand scheme of things. You still have millions of viewers out there. Speed- True, true. I do have one fan fighting for me here. Well not so much a fan but a critic. He claims it was an ingenious idea to draw attention towards SCW's next PPV where I will undoubtidly lose the championship to Xander Valentine or CHBK. Jason- Prove em wrong boy. Speed- Some jackass calling himself JayGoldFan41 chimed in his two cents saying that Jay Gold will be the new SCW champion after Breakdown. What the hell happened to the world man? Where's the sanity. Carl- I'm pretty sure we all traded that in for the internet. Don't even bother taking anything you read off of there as gospel truth. Just a bunch of idiots that have the power of free speech. Jason- He's right Speed, you're going to hold onto that title for a long time and you know it. Speed- Guess so. But Jay Gold's fan here decided to post a link to Gold's promo against me. It actually looks half decent. Mentions his desire and stuff. Son of a bitch thinks he smart by saying no deal to me. Ah well, I guess I might have to break a sweat this week after all. ***Speed turns away from the computer and looks at Jason and Carl.*** Speed- But I gotta get there first. What's the verdict guys? I arrive alive? Carl- We'll take my car, it's full equipped for any attack they could throw at us. Assuming they don't just ram us off the road and gun as down like wild animals. But hey, we're former CIA agents, everything will be fine. Jason- We'll get you to the arena alive, you've got my word on that one. But in the meantime, we'll have to be extra cautious. Put on your body armor, and we'll carry the guns. Ever ate military food before? Speed- I tried powdered milk once. Turns out you can't snort it and get high. Jason- I take that as a no. It's not glamourous at all, but you'll get used to it. Grab anything you might need to stay focused on your match. And leave the assasination attempts to us. Speed- Well when you put it that way, I guess I could just forget that people want to kill me for a few hours..... Carl- Excellent, then we'll leave shortly. Speed- That was sarcasm by the way... Carl- I know, and I'll play along with it. Speed- Ugh, good one I guess. Just keep my head bullet free is all I ask. Carl- It's what were here for. Not come on, let's go. -- Elsewhere in Northern Canada, West Coast. ***Business suits, briefcases full of money, tinted sunglasses, and a pile of drugs. This was Brian O'Deas lifestyle. The lifestyle that got him convicted and put in jail. The same lifestyle that made him an infamous author, and a Canadian household name. The very same lifestyle in which he chose to return to, while masquerading as a family man and a friendly neighbour. Everyone figured he was away on long business trips when he came to his private islands on the west coast. Everyone figured he was in New York, Paris, London, all the big name cities, telling stories about why kids shouldn't do drugs. He had the wool over everyones eyes, and he was back with a vengeance. Blood money brought him to the table, and blood money would ultimatly cause him to die at the same table. He knew his time was coming, but it was very far away. He had his enemies, and a hitlist. He knew what needed to be done before he could finally rest in peace. Get revenge on all those fuckers who brought him down, screwed him over, and threatened to take him out. And the first name on that list was the Canadian Icon himself. The Real Speed. A professional wrestler who made his name by being the most hardcore man in Canada. The same professional wrestler who made it big by recently winning himself the SCW Heavyweight Championship. The ego was going to cause him public appearance, and his arrogance would ultimatly provide his own death. As Brian mulled over the current situation, while sitting behind a solid mahogony oak desk in his private office, he motioned for his right hand man to come on over.*** Brian- If this is true.. you know we have a potential situation on hand. I'm not going to be brought down again, I want this done properly. Nothing traced back to me. I want that cocksucker alive for now.. at least until he get's closer to us. Then we'll make our move. I want him on his knees in front of me, with terror in his eyes. I want him to realize just who the fuck I am.. and why everyone, no matter who they are, learned to fear me. Understood Armond? ***Armond the right hand man nodded his head in a silent agreement.*** Brian- Good.. keep track of him. The hunt is officially on. Armond- And the others? Brian- Do as you wish with them. The CIA wants to stick their noses in my business, well.. that's not allowed. After all, it's just survival.. right? Armond- Indeed it is sir. But I do suggest that we take those CIA agents out before he comes within three states of the Canadian border. Brian- You've read the information. He'll be in Canada in just a few months. But I want to make this good. You saw the date.. December 31st, Toronto Canada. Right in his hometown.. we kill their hero. Armond- Indeed that sends quite the message sir. But nobody will know it was really you.. Brian- This isn't about sending a message Armond.. this is about revenge. Cold hearted, malicious revenge. He fucked me.. now I fuck him. Except this time, we raise the stakes a little. Armond- I'll notify our friends in Columbus. Brian- That's why you're my right hand man. ***Brian pulls out a cuban cigar from his pocket and lights it up. He swivels around in his chair and faces toward his large window with a beautiful view of the water.*** Brian- Speed.. you're mine.. all mine.. muaha..muahhahaha.. *cough.. cough* ha.. ha *cough* ha. -- ***Speed, Carl, and Jason have exited the "Secret Room" and travelled further down the dark tunnel. Speed stops and lights a cigarette before catching up to the others.*** Carl- You know smokings bad for you. Speed- Eh.. I figure if these guys don't kill me first, the smoking will. Imagine that, assasinated by the American Tobacco Company. Jason- They're the most notorious killers in the world. Simply because they don't care who dies, as long as they get money. Speed- Yeah... anyways. How about we not talk about my bad habits and talk more about where the hell you're taking me. Carl- Jason.. care to explain? Jason- I told you already, we have a car down here. Speed- And this car magically flies up in the air? Jason- Ok, good point. But remember, nothing you see down here is anything you've ever seen before. We have a secret rampway set up to take us into the woods. Remember that trail that leads to nowhere? Speed- Yeah.. Jason- Well if you go another 50 kilometers into the forest, it kinds of picks up again. That's where we come out in our secret car. Speed- Wait.. I have to walk 50 kilometers to get to this car? Jason- Yep. That would be why it's the best kept secret we've ever had. Carl- I remember the first time you discovered it Jason. Speed- Well.. we do have fifty kilometers to go. Go on ahead Carl, tell the story. Carl- Actually, I believe this one is better told by Jason. -- ***Jason paces back in forth in the "Secret Room" where he awaits his departure. He knew it was his last day down here, he had taken the liberty of recording every date on the personal computer. Probably the only thing that kept him sane over the last month. He stops pacing and goes back over to the computer where the time clock says "11:55" pm. Five more minutes and he would finally see another human being. He had done it, he had passed the first test of what was to be many. Maintaining your sanity even in the most desloate of situations. Beside the computer a single book layed there. Jason picked it up and flipped through all of the pages. "To Kill A Mockingbird' the classic novel that he had read, and re-read every single day. He had nearly finished it for the umpteenth time, as the bookmark he was using told him. It had been the same bookmark that Carl had once used, as when Jason picked up the novel, the bookmark was placed halfway through it. It wasn't even much of a bookmark, just a plain piece of notebook paper with a bunch of numbers written on it. During his time spent alone, Jason had taken the liberty of memorizing those numbers. They had almost driven him insane at one point. 575893. It must have been some kind of combination lock. Jason had tried it on the electronic doorpad hoping to escape the room, but no luck. As he took another look at the numbers, he heard a noise behind him. The doorway had slid open and there was Carl with a smile on his face.*** Carl- Jason my boy, I see you've managed to get past my first test. Maybe you are as great as they say. Jason- CARL! THANK GOD! ***Jason dropped the book back down on the table and ran over to Carl, giving him a hug.*** Jason- How I've missed the simplest of things we take for granted. Another human soul. I can only imagine what it was like being in the Twilight Zone. Carl- Yes, I know exactly how you feel. It took me some time to get used to it as well. But that's why we're the best at what we do Jason. We can do things like this and not lose our sanity. I see you enjoyed my favourite novel while you were down here. Jason- I've read it everyday so far. Carl- And the computer got some usage to didn't it? Jason- I started my own personal diary if you will on it. Carl- I appreciate that, I'll read them later on this week. I'm intrested to know what your mind was going through down here. I'm sure you gave me quite the intresting read. Jason- That I did. But if you don't mind, I'd like to get out of here now. Carl- And that you will Jason. I've got another test for you first though. Jason- Not another thirty days down here. Carl- No, nothing like that. This was is purely a skill of your memory. Jason- My memory? ***Carl pulls out a lone key and tosses it to Jason, who catches it in mid air.*** Carl- Nice catch. That key will unlock your return to the top so to speak. You'll understand once you get there. Jason- Get where? Carl- Why down the rest of the tunnel of course. Jason- There's more down there? You've got to be kidding me. Carl- Unfortunatly I'm not Jason, you'll spot the door when you reach the end. Jason- Are you coming with me? Carl- This is a test you must do yourself Jason. I will not return to get you at all. In fact, if you do not complete it.. you will die down here. Jason- WHAT? Carl- This door will lock once we leave, and as of right now ..only I contain the password for it. Good luck Jason.. you'll need it. Jason- This is a joke right? You're not going to knock me out again and leave me here again are you? Carl- No.. you'd be expecting that. Come with me, and I'll explain it some more. ***Carl starts to head out of the room, as Jason maintains a confused look on his face. The echo of Carls walking is the only sound heard, as Jason runs out after him. As he runs down the tunnel, he looks behind him as the doorway finishes closing, only to realize he was tricked again. Carl- Down the other end of the tunnel Jason, you'll find quite the surprise if you pass my test. ***Jason contemplates running after Carl, but has a change of heart and turns around instead. His voice echos off the walls as Carl's footsteps fade away into the darkness.*** Jason- I'll see you up top Carl.. I'll see you up top. ***With that said, Jason breaks out into a sprint and starts running down the end of the tunnel.*** -- ***Jason has finally reached the end of the tunnel, and is quite breathless in doing so. But what awaits him is even more of a piss off then running 50 kilometers just to escape his underground hellhole. Another door, and another electronic keypad.*** Jason- Shit.... that fucking bastard. ***Jason rests against the wall before slinking down to the ground slowly. Putting his hands on his head, he listens in to his own heartbeat. Trying to clear his mind and focus, he realizes that he cannot and instead just lets out a low groan. Thoughts of him dying down here in the dark, where nobody would ever find him, cross his mind. He quickly shakes his head to get rid of the images.*** Jason- No.. I can do this. I just have to remember what Carl said. ***Jason thinks back to when Carl let him out of the "Secret Room". His exact wordings were "This is a memory test".*** Jason- Memory test.. well I'm using my memory right now Carl, and not finding any answers to your fuckin' bullshit. ***Jason takes a deep breath*** Jason- Ok.. that wasn't good. I'm getting frustrated here, calm down Jason. Think clearly. Clear your mind like you were taught. ***Jason closes his eyes and think back to when he first met Carl and re-traces his exact footsteps up until the very moment.*** Jason- He never told me any passwords... there's no key to put in.. I don't get it. What the hell am I missing? ***Not even one second after Jason fnishes his sentence, does he finally understand everything.*** Jason- Over analyzation is never the key. His favourite book.. those numbers. Of course, why didn't I think of this before? My memory is key to stealth missions. Remember what was behind you, to help you get foreward. Remember all information you ever find that could prove valueable on the battlefield. Standard training.. maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all. ***Jason stands up with a smile on his face as he recites the numbers located on the bookmark back in the "Secret Room". Jason- 5..7..5..8..9..3.. open seasame. ***Jason waits a few seconds before the keypad notifies him of a password failure. Jason- WHAT THE HELL?! 5..7..5..8..9..3 ***Jason recieves another password failure.*** Jason- Ok.. what did they train you on about this. If your password does not work, it could be encrypted. I remember this question well. Find the relations between these numbers. Ok Jason.. you can do this. Think hard now. In chronological order we get 3...5..5..7..8..9 ***Jason thinks for a minute.*** Jason- Missing a 4 and a 6 for a complete numerical value. The numbers 1 and 4 are divisible in numerous ways. Let's try 1..3..4..5..5..7..8..9 ***Password failure.*** Jason- I DON'T FUCKING GET IT CARL! ***Jason's voice echos off the walls surronding him as he pounds his fist on the door.*** Jason- I.. just..don't fucking get it. I'm going to die.. ***Jason starts to sink down to his knees as the realization of death approaches his mind.*** Jason- I'm going to die.. it's all over... ***As Jason hits the ground on his knees, he puts his hands together and starts praying.*** Jason- Hey God.. I know I'm not a religious man, and I've doubted your existence. But now is the time for you to prove me wrong. If you really do exist, you won't let me die down here. You'll grant this one man a favour that he will never forget. I'll believe in you, I'll go to church every Sunday. I'll praise your name to everyone in earshot. I'll settle down and get married, I'll stop drinking. I'll stop having pre-marital sex. I'll do whatever it is you need me to do. Just please.. if your listening.. do not let me die down here. Please. ***Jason unclasps his hands and rests his head against the door. He fights back the urge to cry, as he waits for a miracle to happen. After several silent minutes of blinking back the tears, he raises himself to an upright position. Trying his password one more time, he get's the failure notice as expected. He lets out a depressing sigh, as he starts keying in different formations. His second choice just happens to be his password backwords, 398557. As he enters it and get's ready for another attempt, the keypad tells him "correct" and the door slowly slides open. Jason becomes relieved and looks upwards.*** Jason- I'm not sure if that was you or me.. so I'll settle for the possibility of your existence and nothing more. ***Jason enters the room, and finds a flashlight lying on the ground in front of him. Turning it on, he scans the room. A solid black car sits in the middle of the room, with a note taped to the passenger door. Jason goes over and tears it off before reading it.*** Letter- Congratulations Jason, you seem to have quite the memory and problem solving skills to have made it this far. You've earned your right to come back to the top. But for the record, I would have never left you down here to die. I was waiting back at the other end, just in case. However, you would have not deemed yourself worthy of my training. So if you are reading this, then know that it's only the beginning. As you might have noticed, this car is the secret to your escape. But how do you escape the underground? The answer lies on the far wall of this room. Good Job, Carl ***Jason folds the note neatly and places it in his pockets. Scanning the far wall, he finds what Carl was referring to. A simple lever that he quickly pulls. The sound of gears starting up fill the room, as a portion of the ceiling above, becomes a rampway. The moon can be soon overhead as a gust of cool air enters the room, relieving Jason. He quickly fishes the key given to him out of his pockets and enters the car. Starting it up, he drives up the rampway, and watches in his rearview mirror as it closes again.*** -- Present Time, The Tunnel ***Speed slowly claps his hands together as Jason finishes his story.*** Speed- Great story man. Really passed the time. But umm, since were here now. How about you just show me first hand what the hell you were talking about. Jason- Ha ha, not to worry Speed. We'll be back on the surface soon enough. ***Jason keys in the number he long ago memorized, and walks into the room. There sits the same black car, looking as beautiful as she did the first night Jason saw her. Carl goes to the far wall and pulls the lever. Speed watches on in amusement as the ceiling descends below and provides them an escape ramp.*** Speed- Where to now? Carl- You'll see, we have another one of our secrets to show you. Jason, I'm sure you know where were headed. Jason- Indeed I do. Speed, you're in for a wild ride. You're going to be living my past so to speak. Learning about the hardships and trials that Carl put me through. Luckily for you, I'm not that cold hearted. This is quite the adventure for myself to. I haven't been to these places in far to long. Carl- It's always nice when your kids visit you. Espicially when they bring along grandchildren. Jason- Ha ha.. quite the metaphor Carl. Speed- Well, I've got only one thing to say. ***Carl and Jason look at Speed, awaiting something intelligent.*** Speed- SHOTGUN! Carl- ... kids! ***All three men pile into the car, and drive to the surface. A quick look behind them seals their secret forever, as Jason carefully drives along the pathway.*** -- ***Speed is sitting in the passenger seat, and staring out the window, when Jason pipes up.*** Jason- Speed.. now that we're safe and not doing anything. You should really record another promo. I won't mind. Carl- I think you should Speed. We need you as champion to draw out whomever is after you. Speed- Yeah? He didn't have a whole lot of points against me. I'm pretty sure I have him beat in the trash talking department. However.. he did decline my oppurtunity to lie down. I guess I could. Plus, it keeps me alive ha ha. Pass me that voice recorder Carl. ***Carl passes up the voice recorder that Speed brought with him. As he leans back in his seat, and reclines it a bit, he starts his promo.*** Speed- No deal? NO FUCKIN' DEAL?! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND JAY GOLD!? I GAVE YOU A FUCKING OFFER THAT YOU COULDN'T REFUSE, AND YOU REFUSE!? Ugh... you really are a braindead moron that I'm going to have to depend on. The fact that you give a damn about being a one week champion is enough to prove that theory correct. Just to be known as the two time world champion? NEWS FLASH JAY! NOBODY EVEN KNEW YOU WERE CHAMPION! I've been with SCW for a long.. long time. And I can't even recall the exact date or match that you won the title in. Hell, I can't even recall who you lost the belt to, or who you defended against. Just to be known as the two time world champion.. that's fuckin' disgusting. How about you be known for the man who won against all odds. The man who defended his title against even more difficult odds. The man who changed the very face of SCW. Something more worthy then just being a two time SCW champion. That's just getting desperate now Jay. You've officially become lower then you already were.. at least in my eyes. The fact that you even think this is just another one of my "schemes" that will fail, tells me that you're not smart enough to take a step back and look at the whole picture. You wanna talk about odds. How about the odds that if you lose to me, your career starts to plummet another notch? How about the fact that as much as I underestimate you, and screw you over time and time again, you still get a title shot, only to blow it? How about the odds of you even coming close to touching this gold by the end of the year? Jay.. I don't underestimate you. I fuckin' know you. You're predicatable. You go all out every night, and promise us things you cannot do. You think for one second that you can actually defeat me? Just because you win a few matches here and there? Just because you're Jay Freekin' Gold, the man who Speed is simply dismissing like a bad habit? Just because for once in your life you want to be the winner? Fuckin' get a grip Jay. You're a born loser. Look at your life for crying out loud. You've got two semi attractive females.. and what happens. They both wind up in the hospital. One has AIDS.. the other.. you know I don't even care. Speed- You want to go and give me a sob story about how you've always come close only to be pushed away and denied? When will you ever learn? Nobody gives a damn Jay. You've said the same exact thing for over a year now. You've been screwed by me countless fuckin' times. And what do you do? You roll over. You roll over like the bitch you really are. You roll over and go to someone weaker then you. Just like you go to Sparkles aid.. just like you went home to Martha and comforted her. It's the only thing in this world that makes you still feel like a man isn't it? A fighting champion? That's what you want to call yourself? Fighting for what Jay? What you think you believe in? That SCW needs a champion like you? Heh.. that's a nice fantasy. But you never learn do you Jay? You never take that step back like I do. Do you? No.. you always look at what life has given you at that exact moment. A world title shot. You're so fucking focused on beating me for a title that nobody will remember you held. You think this is the greatest match ever handed to you. And yet I told you, word for word.. what is really happening. Take a step back Jay.. and just look with me. On one side you have The Real Speed, the new SCW Champion. About fuckin' time if you ask me. And on the other side you have Jay Gold, the man who has choked at every oppurtunity given to him. And then one week later, another defense. This time against seven other men. Some are on your team to win, some are against you. Or so it seems. But I see everything clearly Jay. You're being set up to fail again. This is Drachewychs way of making sure I lose the title. Waste all my energy battling a pissant like you, and then enter hell against legendary monsters of SCW. It's not about you Jay. It's not even about the fans anymore. It's about revenge for something that I caused. Speed- It's about the humiliation I caused Drachewych for taking his shoes. It's about the media wanting to get the full story of him bribing me to lose my matches. It's about me airing out all of my dirty laundry, and saying FUCK YOU to SCW as a whole. It's about me not supposed to be here on top of the mountain. WHY CAN'T YOU FUCKING SEE THIS JAY!? YOU'RE A PAWN IN HIS GAME OF CHESS WITH ME! YOU DIDN'T EARN YOUR RIGHT TO FACE ME, AND YOU DIDN'T EARN YOUR RIGHT TO BE IN TACTICAL TERROR! NOBODY FUCKIN' DID! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE REAL SPEED TAKING ON CHBK IN A NO HOLDS BARRED MATCHUP! AND I SCREWED THAT UP FOR DRACHEWYCH! THAT'S THE BIG PICTURE! OPEN YOUR GOD DAMN EYES ONCE IN AWHILE AND REALIZE THE ENTIRE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOUR STUPID ROMANCE DRAMA! ***Speed calms down a bit and takes a deep breath before continuing*** Speed- Sorry to go off on you like that Jay, but sometimes it's the only way to drive something through someones head. Don't be a fool and ignore me, just nod your head and understand for once in your miserable life. You're not destined for greatness.. ever. You're just that SCW Veteran who long ago should have hung up his boots. You're not a major attraction, and you're not a fan favourite. Your the guy who does his one trick once in awhile. Win a meaningless match. You're the guy who fills the space between when I cut a promo, and when I wrestle in the main event. And you wanna know why you were picked for my team? BECAUSE THIS IS ALL FUCKING TRUE! Look at who the fuck they gave me Jay. Losers.. nothing but pure losers in big time matches. We're not PPV anymore, this isn't my way of getting you to do my own bidding. This is me getting screwed over by management. And furthermore, you really.. and I mean this from the bottom of my heart Jay.. you really want to know why you will never represent SCW again? It's because they don't need you.. they need people like me whether they realize it or not. I'm the guy you're supposed to hate. I'm the guy who cheats to win. I'm the guy who defies my boss and does whatever the hell he feels like without serving any reprocussions. That's everyones dream right there. Not finding long lost family members. Not being under-rated your entire life. Not being the guy who one day makes it big, and desperatly tries to regain it. The classic hero is long gone from the fans minds. Instead they want people like Xander Valentine. Raw, rutheless power, that dominates anything in his path, and has the intelligence to back it up. They want people like CHBK, veterans of the game.. and masters of the mind. They wanted people like Cid, like Chad Evans. They wanted the ego maniacs whom you had to hate. They wanted the guys who they wish they were. Nobody cares about the Greg Cherries, the Josh Hudsons, or the Jay Golds. Those are yesterday names. And if I were you Jay, which I'm glad I'm not.. I would change my very existance. Because if you don't.. you will literally be stuck in a rut for the rest of your god damned life. Speed- So come Breakdown, just take that stupid idea out of your head that you want to face me one on one for the title. Save yourself the embarassment of once again getting pushed out of the way by me. And just do what is logical. Lay down.. don't show up.. walk away from the match. Do anything, but try and go against me. Because if you do, I will be forced to teach you a long overdue lesson. And that lesson is simple. I am The Real Fuckin' Deal.. I am the reason wrestlers learn to fear my name. I am the reason careers die. And I will prove it to you, shot by shot by shot. Until all that's left to do, is grab your ankle, twist it, and laugh as you pound the ground in pain and realize that you just quit in front of millions of viewers. And then my point will be proven Jay. You roll over everytime.. like the bitch you really are. ***Speed stops the tape recorder and smiles over at Jason who has a wide eyed expression on his face.*** Jason- Why didn't you tell me you had that much intesity? Speed- It's a nice little skill I have that the entire world has missed. Simply put Jason.. the truth speaks louder then any bullshit story Jay Gold can come up with. -End Rp- |
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