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| Topic Started: Oct 5 2006, 04:04 PM (211 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Oct 5 2006, 04:04 PM Post #1 |
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Xander Valentine vs. Josh Hudson 2 RP Limit Deadline October 10, 2006 at 11:59 pm EST. |
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| Josh Hudson | Oct 10 2006, 10:16 PM Post #2 |
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Xander Valentine has returned to the SCW. He made an impressive in ring return at Under Attack inside of the Elimination Chamber. He did not win the top prize in this sport, the SCW Championship, but he still made an impact. But Xander has changed. He is just like everyone else, including myself...he has become an egomaniac. He believes he is all high and mighty but he isnt. Everyone has noticed. Does it bother him? Nope. Xander Valentine has become just another Cid Turner or Chad Evans or Lethal Weapon. They all believe that they are the best fucking thing to ever hit to the wrestling industry. I have claimed to be one of the best but not the best. He cant try to get to me that way. Xander really cant get to me at all. I just have to keep a clear mind and realize that it is an easy task to out talk Xander. He and I have had our wars, and I didnt fare to well, but so be it. I am getting another shot at the big bastard. I am not afraid. I am not backing down. I know the same goes for him. He shouldnt fear me. I do not fear him even though he will want to think so. Xander what will you do to me now? Abuse me, bash me around in the ring make me black out with the Fade to Black? Bring it on, Xander. I've been there before. Will I make the same mistakes? it is possible. Is that a lack of confidence? No it is realism. It is logic. You never know the outcome of anything in this business, until the match is over or the feud starts. Nothing is pre planned here in the SCW. Its all straight forward, in your face. Its one hundred percent real. I am one hundred percent real. Despite my success in wrestling and my recent venture into the world of Hollywood, I am still me. I am as real as they come. I dont play games. What you see is what you get. And if you dont like it, fuck you. It is as simple as that. Im here to please myself and no one else. And speaking of Hollywood, yours truly as taken on yet another role. The role of a preacher. A preacher that is hired to undertake a mission. A mission to assassinate a corrupt buerocrat. Interesting I know. So seeing how I have to get into my role, I decided to walk around, walking, talking, acting like a preacher. I am going by the name of Father Josh Krist(Christ)...dont ask. It just hit me so I went with it. Sue me. Shit go ahead and I will still win bitches. The scene opens as Josh Hudson...err...Father Josh Krist, is shown standing behind a podium at what appears to be a party inside the House of Josh...err God. A few people are shown as well. David Dudley, Josh Hudson's butler Ralphus, Steven Spielberg, and Wes Craven. Oh yes the director of Josh Hudson's new film, The Honorable...Gus Van Sant. Hudson err...Father Josh Krist, stands at the podium, taking a swig of beer. He then slams it down on the podium and smiles. He then begins speaking. Father Josh Krist:"Well ladies and gentlemen...OK lets be honest here...the non existent women and this sausage fest of men...we are gathered here today to discuss none other than a vile villian...a man of the Devil...the SCW's Executioner...yes you know who I be talking about. Xander Valentine. The swine. He has the cojones to step into my domain and try to defeat me. A lot has changed since he has returned and I have become a main eventer. I am a headliner. Maybe I only moved up because of him but so be it. When someone leaves, that someone must be replaced and I have replaced you Xander. It isnt my fault but it was the good Lord intended. He grew tired of your antics becoming violent and ferocious. Sure people bought into that, but you have turned your back on the people that adored you. You are not a man of power. Just a man of greed. You are a turncoat. You will be banished!!! Now that I have opened with my sermon..would any of my disciples care to share any thoughts or feelings about Xander Valentine?" Wes Craven stands up. He clears his throat, looks up Josh Hudson err...Josh Krist and begins to speak. Wes Craven: "Well, I think that Xander Valentine would be terrific in a horror movie. Possibly the sequel to Waking Up Dead. He has a great look and some great charisma. He could become wrestlings next big Hollywood star." Josh stands there, looking on like what the fuck...He then responds. Father Josh Krist: "Brother Wes...I would like to take the time out to say that you can take your idea of Xander being in the sequel and shove it up your ASS!!!" Wes Craven: "How can you say a curse word in the middle of a church?" Father Josh Krist: "Ass is in the Bible so its not technically a cuss word. So sit down. One more word out of you and you will be banished with your mask wearing butt buddy Xander.(Rage turns into a smile) Now would anyone else care to speak here today?" Steven Spielberg gets up as Wes passes him, cursing Father Josh Krist under his breath. Spielberg stands at the altar and looks up at Father Josh Krist and speaks. Steven Spielberg: "Well Xander Valentine would be a hell of a lot better than Tom Cruise in a science fiction movie. Honestly, Tom has lost his edge and Xander Valentine he could be like the next big action hero" Josh cuts him off. Father Josh Krist: "Yeah and everyone said that about Vin Diesel didnt they? And you see where that got him. Playing the role as a secret agent hired to be a fucking babysitter. I mean, come on people. Can you see Xander in the Pacifier II? I sure can. He is the big guy type who probably has a gay brother. Hell Xander probably is Vin's gay brother. They are both bald. They look a lot a like. I do see a resemblance." Steven Spielberg: "What the hell are you talking about?" Father Josh Krist: "Did you just curse in the House of God you dirty little Jew!" Steven Spielberg: "You were cussing like a sailor a minute ago." Father Josh Krist: "SILENCE!!! YOU ARE A LIAR YOU SIR ARE NOW BANISHED FROM THIS HOUSE!!!" Steven Spielberg: "What are you talk..." Josh cuts him off. He then does the Nazi salute. Father Josh Krist: "I said SILENCE and WHAT I SAY...goes..." Spielberg turns and walks out of the room, with only Wes, Ralphus and Dudley sitting down as Father Josh Krist stands at the podium, gripping the "wood"(HA!) Father Josh Krist: "Is there anyone that is against Xander Valentine?" David Dudley: "Face it man...Xander is better than you. Face it. There is nothing you can do about it. He is and always will be better than you. Your win over him was exactly what he called. A fluke. It was luck. And you didnt even pin him cleanly. He has always been able to beat you. That is why no one is cheering you on." Father Josh Krist: "Ralphus..." Ralphus stands up and responds. Ralphus: "Yes sir...err...Father?" Father Josh Krist: "Please shoot Brother David. Now. Shoot him until he dies then reload and empty another clip into him." Ralphus: "But sir.." Father Josh Krist: "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME!!!" Ralphus: "Father..." Father Josh Krist: "It does what its told..." Ralphus goes to speak but Josh cuts him off. Father Josh Krist: "IT DOES WHAT ITS TOLD!!!" David Dudley: "Um you are going to have your manager killed?" Father Josh Krist: "Yes. That is the whole idea. You have been voted off the island. Into exile. You will remain in exile until Ralphus grows a pair and shoots you like I said to." David Dudley: "But wont you need me to train you and manage you at Breakdown?" Father Josh Krist: "I am going to find a new manager. Maybe Bobby the Brain Heenan isnt busy. He has what you lack. A BRAIN!!!" David Dudley: "You know. Ralphus shoot me. Shoot me so I do not have to put up his non Riddlin taking ass. You need therapy." Father Josh Krist: "And you need God!" Ralphus escorts Dudley out of the room leaving Wes Craven and Josh in the room. Wes looks around then at Josh who is shown to be frustrated. He looks at Wes then around the room then back at Wes, who seems to be dumbfounded. Father Josh Krist: "Just go. You non believers." Wes jumps up and takes off out of the scene, leaving Josh alone, still standing at the podium as the scene fades. ******************************* The scene opens once again with Josh Hudson, out of his preacher get up and he is now in normal street clothes. Black band T shirt with black jacket and blue jeans and boots, along with a black baseball cap with King of Hollywood written in cursive red writing. He is shown sitting on a couch, apparently in a therapist's office. Then the scene expands, showing a female. She is dressed in whiote khaki pants, white blouse, hair flowing like only a goddess' hair would. Tan skin and beautiful hazel eyes. She wears a nametag that reads: Dr. Carrie Walters. She has a notepad in her lap. She seems to be studying another document as well. She then looks up at Hudson and begins speaking. Dr. Carrie Walters: "So how are feeling today?" Josh Hudson: "Pretty down ya know?" Dr. Carrie Walters: "Why do you feel down?" Josh Hudson: "Well how do you feel?" Dr. Carrie Walters: "I feel pretty good today. But I do have my bad days. But today isnt one of them." Josh Hudson: "Well have you ever had a week where something goes terribly wrong? Like the weight of the world is crushing down on your shoulders, pressuring you down to the Earth? Have you ever felt like that?" Dr. Carrie Walters: "Do you feel that way?" Josh Hudson: "No I asked you the question first." Dr. Carrie Walters: "OK....yeah I have. Now do you feel that?" Josh Hudson: "Yeah...yeah I do. Thats how I have been feeling for the last couple of days." Dr. Carrie Walters: "Why do you think you feel that way?" Josh Hudson: "Honestly..." Dr. Carrie Walters: "I dont want you to lie to me." Josh Hudson: "Honestly...I..I..I have no fuckin clue in the world as to why I have been starting to feel this way." Dr. Carrie Walters: "Im sorry to hear that." Josh Hudson: "Are you really?" Dr. Carrie Walters: "Yes why would you ask me that?" Josh Hudson: "The same reason you ask me all of the questions you've been asking me. To get to know you." Dr. Carrie Walters: "I do want to get to know you." Josh Hudson: "I want to get to know you too. " Dr. Carrie Walters: "I am here to listen to you." Josh Hudson: "Well I have always had a problem with talking to people I dont get to know first so...." Dr. Carrie Walters: "What do you want to know about me then?" Josh Hudson: "OK...lets see...do you have a boyfriend, husband, man on the side..." Dr. Carrie Walters: "Yeah actually...I do have a boyfriend. We have been dating for seven months now." Josh Hudson: "Thats cool. Is it pretty serious?" Dr. Carrie Walters: "Yeah...yeah I'd says its serious." Josh Hudson: "Do you love him?" Dr. Carrie Walters: "I knew that one was coming..." Josh Hudson: "Well..." Dr. Carrie Walters: "Well what?" Josh Hudson: "Do you love him?" Dr. Carrie Walters: "Why does that matter?" Josh Hudson: "Why are you stalling?" Dr. Carrie Walters: "Im not stalling." Josh Hudson: "Yes you are." Dr. Carrie Walters: "No Im not." Josh Hudson: "Well then answer the question..." Dr. Carrie Walters: "Yes...yes I do." Josh Hudson: "You do what?" Dr. Carrie Walters: "I love him." Josh Hudson: "Took you long enough." Dr. Carrie Walters: '' So do you have a girlfriend...a wife or a girl on the side?" Josh Hudson: "I have had a lot of women...you know being a celebrity and all. I have had a lot and I mean a lof of women. But no, I dont have a girlfriend or a wife and no girls on the side. I had a wife, but she cheated on me with one of my best friends. As for now, I havent really been looking. I need to get my shit in order first." Dr. Carrie Walters: "Maybe thats your problem." Josh Hudson: "Maybe whats my problem?" Dr. Carrie Walters: "Lonliness. You dont want to be lonely but you are so used to it that you dont know what to do about it." Josh Hudson: "Maybe but I do know one thing. What ever the fuck is bothering me...I have no clue...no fucking clue what to do about it." Dr. Carrie Walters: "Have you attempted suicide before?" Josh Hudson: "Actually...yeah I have." Dr. Carrie Walters: "Are you lying?" Josh Hudson: "No...I am being brutally fucking honest with you. I have tried to fucking kill myself. You know people see me, and they think I have such a perfect life, because they see the money, the cars, the girls, the Hollywood lights shining down upon me. But they dont know the real me. But I am not the real me. I dont know the real me. The Hollywood lights, the money and the fame...its all a load of crap. Its not me. I am just Josh Hudson. But who is Josh Hudson? Thats the question that needs to be answered. Can you answer that?" Dr. Carrie Walters: "I dont think I can answer that. But I can help you figure it out." Josh Hudson: "I dont know if you could. Its a hard question to answer. Not even God himself can answer that." Dr. Carrie Walters: "We can do it together." Josh Hudson: "So you actually think that shit is possible?" Dr. Carrie Walters: "Anything is possible. If you want it, then you can do it." Josh Hudson: "So...would you mind going with me to get some coffee sometime?" Dr. Carrie Walters: "Maybe...sometime..." Hudson actually cracks a smile for once. He then gets up and walks out of the room, as the scene slowly fades. ************************ The scene opens as Josh Hudson is shown standing on the Hollywood sign. He is sitting on the "H". He looks down at the city below and smirks. He then lifts the beer in his hand to his lips and takes a few gulps. He then crushes the can and tosses it to the ground below. He then climbs down the "H" then begins walking over to his truck. He grabs his cam corder out of his truck. He sets it up on a tripod then walks a few feet away from the cam corder, clears his throat, gathers his thoughts and begins to speak. Josh Hudson: "Wrestling...what a great sport. Pro wrestling...you have your good and your evil. It entertains audiences throughout the world. They root for their favorite hero and boo the villians. Some who are actually smart "marks" as they are called, they cheer the best wrestler. They cheer the wrestler that actually gives it his all despite his role in the company. Whether he is a babyface or a heel, he always gives one hundred and ten percent of his being, putting it into the match, to entertain the millions of wrestling fans. Over the last few years, many wrestling products have faltered, trying to recreate the magic they once had in the past. But you cant return to your past. You cant recreate what you did in the past. You either fail or do it better than you did it before. You either grow or get stuck. Thats how it is in this business and even in life. That is something that I have learned to cope with. I now know that I will probably not go on a three month winning streak. Wins and losses no longer matter to me. I just go out there to wrestle. As long as I am competing...I am good. I am great at what I do. I put together the match and it comes out as a show stealer no matter who I am in the ring against. I also know that I can not go back to being the Most Hated Man in the SCW unless I am actually the most hated man in the SCW. I was only really hated by my co workers at the time. I have earned some respect. Not much, but some. Which is perfectly fine. I didnt come here to make friends. I dont need friends. Look where having friends has gotten me. Generation Next...a stable I formed and it had the potential to be something. But November and Matt Treveillion ditched me. They backed out. We didnt even amount to friends. Jakob Sparxxx...he was one of my best friends, and he steals my wife! Psycho Hood...he and I are friends, but there is still some animosity between the two of us because of the fact I ended his career. He wanted it to end, but he regrets it everyday. James Toreno and I became the Revolution. We captured the SCW Tag Team Championship. We became the dominant tag team of the year thus far. He backed out. He lost interest. I fought alone...verbally. And it did nothing but make me more and more bitter. So I ditched him before he ditched me because of the simple fact that I will not be dragged down with anyone else unless its just me. I will bring myself down. No one else will do it for me. I have learned from my past mistakes when it comes to making friends and being ignorant. Now Im not sure if the same goes for cutting promos but I am growing at it." "I am not a Real Speed, CHBK, Jay Gold or Xander Valentine. I have my own style when it comes to cutting promos. I talk about whats on my chest. I tell you what I want and I cut to the chase. It may not be a long promo. I may not ramble on and on like Xander, saying the same thing, using different ways to say it, but I still get my point across. And it is the point every wrestler wants to get across. I am going to kick your ass, I want to be victorious, I want the World title...yada yada. No one in this business is anymore creative than that. Sure some may find new ways to say that, but everyone has heard it before. Hell, someone has probably heard this before. But so be it." "But back to the subject at hand. The past. We cant get it back. We have to want something new. Xander was the SCW Champion in the past. He was the most dominant superstar in the SCW. He wants to get that back. The motherfucker can deny it all he fucking wants, but no one buys into his goddam bullshit anymore. Its a fucking joke, Xander. You know it. I know it. Every fucking body knows it. I want to be the Champion. Will it happen? Only time will tell. Sure you have turned into the heel. Wow big whup. Everyone was expecting that to happen. No one knew if you were going to return, but everyone assumed that if you did, you would give into temptation and crossover to the darkside. Its hard to fight. You did it for awhile. But once you gave up the SCW Championship, you were never the same man. And then I defeated you just as you were getting back an image of a dominant player. I ended your streak. And then you lost a few more matches. Sure your losses were because of a "screwjob". But seeing how you had some sort of creative control over the matches, I could see how it made you think you were unstoppable, seeing how you couldnt be beaten clean. That just fed your fucking ego. Xander you are so full of shit. You will never be the most dominant force in the SCW. You have already peaked. All you can do is win the World title and defend it but it will be a yawn because it will be like everyone has already seen it before. And they have. No one wants to see you as champion. And no fuckface it isnt because everyone fears you. Nobody fears you. I dont fear you. So fuck you. I will fight you every fucking day. I will fight until I take my dying breath. I could give a shit Xander. You think you are something special but you're not. You are just some egomaniac like Cid Turner, Chad Evans, Real Speed, Greg Cherry...like every single wrestler that has had a taste of championship gold, including myself. Thats all you are. Thats what we all are. Im just not afraid to admit it. I dont want a medal or a cookie or anything like that. I'd expect you to say something like that. Sure you would deny that you would say something like that, but that is expected as well. Seriously, Xander...I have gotten used to you." "You think that just because you are inteligent with words that you have me beaten. You dont. You used to intimidate me but now you dont. You were able to back me into a corner and I could never get out of it. But here I am Xander. I am not backing down. I am not cowering away in a corner. You can speak with all of the confidence in the world, but what can you really do in that ring that I cant? Absolutely nothing. I can do it all just like you. You are limited in what you can do. You are a big son of a bitch. You can dive over ropes and shit like that...you do it for the attention. You do it for the spectacle. Sure you a brutalizing monster...but thats been seen as well. You arent as good as you and everyone else made you out to be. I even made you out to be some sort of immortal when you wanted to obtain immortality. I was stupid. I was just talking to be talking Xander. You saw that. You saw through that and you gained the advantage right then and there and you kept it each time we faced off. But Under Attack told a different story. I turned the tables on you. You couldnt come up with anything against me. Sure you had a few minor comebacks, but I shut them down. Just as I did when I talked about you staying hidden. You really had nothing for that one, despite saying you would have something better than anything any of us threw at you. Sure you lasted longer in the ring than I did, but I wasnt at my best verbally. I lost interest in the match. No excuses, just the God's honest truth. Believe it or not, your opinion doesnt really fucking matter to me." "You are just a prick fuck. Xander thats all you are. You are nothing more than a gigantic hype machine just like me. I am out making movies, signing shoe deals and other commercial deals. I continue to grow in the entertainment business. The only thing you have done outside of wrestling is get arrested or something another. Sure you defeated Greg Cherry. Amazing. He didnt really try. You sensed it. It was an easy win. But a win is a win is a win. Right? Isnt that what I told you after you said I couldnt beat you on my own. Now that you are a heel, you will go back on everything you once stood for and fought for. Why? Just to keep yourself involved. Just to reinvent yourself. You dont have an identity Xander. Neither do I. We have become lost in the monsters we created to make millions of dollars. The SCW Executioner is bigger than regular old Xander Valentine. The King of Hollywood is bigger than regular old Josh Hudson. We are not really who we portray on TV. So Xander, you arent as big and as bad as you want the world to believe you are. So fuck you. I am an actor. I have been named the King of Hollywood and media now. I am as big and as bad as I say I am. I dont make myself out to be Godlike because I know I am not. You, Speed, Turner, Evans...you all want to be Gods but you are just human beings. Wrestlers. Fuck all of the stupid gimmicks. You are nothing more than a fucking poser." "Sure at Breakdown you will win. I already know it. You will fucking walk out and we will duke it out until I get tired of having my ass handed to me and I will let you know that I am going to pretend to black out of something so we can go on with our lives. I dont want to be in the ring with you. You make me sick. I look at what you've become and I want to bitch smack a thousand times a day for being a character. I have become a character but it is true to my nature. I am cocky. I am ruthless. How many times have I tried to be the babyface only to realize that I was being a poser as well. You are a babyface. It doesnt make sense for you to be the heel. Sure it will raise market value, but when you go back to being a face, Drachewych will have to come up with some creative storyline to make you believeable. It isnt really working this time. You still are dark as you were when you were a face. You just disrespect the fans and cheat in the ring. Wow..big deal. That is so monumental. Its just a scam Xander. As I said, no one buys into it. Why would they? You are trying too hard to get over and you are failing miserably. You can disrespect the fans and cheat until you are blue in the face but you will not get over. You will never be the same Xander again. Let it go. Go out and be yourself. You are not some monster. You arent the character you portray. I live my gimmick so I am real. What I say...its real. You are not real. You are an act. I am slowly gaining my identity back. I am becoming more and more like myself. Did you see what I did to the Spectacular Ninja? I destroyed him. Did you see what I did to Adam Riddick last week? I demolished him and dismantled him quicker than anyone else has ever done. I am becoming ruthless. I am finally starting to realize that it is 100% truth when I say I just dont fucking care. I dont care when I hurt someone. And yes Xander I will hurt you." "You've heard that before? You know I can hurt you. I will hurt you, Xander. I am coming out for blood. I want to have your blood on my hands. I want you to look into my eyes and see the pain I feel inside and the anger that burns my veins is real. I want you to see that you are FUCKING FULL OF SHIT! YOU KNOW NOTHING OF PAIN! YOU HAVE NO ANGER! YOU ARE A GODDAM FIGMENT OF YOUR OWN IMAGINATION! Xander Valentine in the ring is everything you want to be. You are nothing more than a lonely bastard that cant get it right when it comes to life. But wrestling is your outlet. You can chant to your Lord or whomever the fuck you want, but its fake. Get it out of your head. It isnt going to help you against me. I want you to bring the real Xander Valentine to the table. I want you to kick the living shit out of me and mean it. I dont want you to consider this to be a wrestling match. Look at it from my point of you. Its a fight. Lets fight Xander. Mano y mano. Hand to hand combat. Blood for blood. Lets go out and just take it to each other and beat the dogshit out of each other until one man gets up and walks out. No screwjob finishes. You fight me man to man and I will fight you man to man. No more best of three matches nor steel cages. No more Drachewych interfering. Fuck that shit. Its not real. Give me the real Xander Valentine. Dont give me the bullshit story about your uncle abusing you and shit. I dont give a damn. My dad beat me. Who cares. We are grown men. You and I have a score to settle. We will finish it at Breakdown. It wont end at Tactical Terror because it wont just be you and me. Breakdown you and I will be alone in the ring. The referee wont be there. The fans wont be around us. Just you and me as if we were in the backyard, getting ready to duke it out. Using whatever we could to get an advantage. You arent inside my head Xander. My eyes are opening. Fuck what I've said in the past. Use it against me. Doesnt bother me. I know whats real and whats not." "So bring it Xander...lets see what you can do. You cant do a damn thing to me that you havent already done. Damn Xander my confidence is building up. Its crazy. I guess its true that if you get shit off of your chest, you feel better. I feel better. What will you do Xander? Tell me that I envy you. I am greedy and cocky. So are you. You should envy me. Why? I have am trying to straighten my life out. I am one step ahead of you. You are going to have to find yourself and try to get your shit together. You've turned heel. You will try to go back but you will remain unbelievable. How have I managed to remain believable and vaulable part of the SCW's success...its because I stay true to myself. I am a Hollywood actor. It is something I have always wanted to do. I became a wrestler because it is something I have always wanted to do. Sure you want to be a wrestler. So how about being a wrestler instead of a gimmick? You are the overused monster gimmick. Everyone has tried in their past and few have became successful...you were one of them...only as a face...and now you are just a superstar that the SCW needs to take off TV and keep the fans on a diet of...a limited serving of Xander Valentine. I keep it fresh. You have become nothing more than garbage. How have you become more than garbage? I have already given you plenty of examples to answer that question. One of us will win this match and whomever wins this match, will walk into Tactical Terror with momentum. This will be a hard fought match up. We tear the roof off the arenas we have squared off in. And that will not change. You will dominate, Xander but in the end you will lose your steam. You will begin to lose control and you will fail against me. You will hit me with everything that you got and when I continue to get up from the Martial Bane and reversing the Fade To Black, you will question yourself, much as I do outside of the ring. You will run out of options and then I will eat you up. I will tear you to shreds. Not physically but figuratively. I will be able to expose your weaknesses and show you how I was right and you were wrong in your words against me. I am not letting up this time. There will be no excuses Xander. You and I will meet at the opposite sides of the battlefield and we will charge and duel to the death. Until one man is left standing. And that one man left standing will be me. Call that cockiness. Call that a weakness. Then you and I share the same weakness. You are just as cocky. If not more. This is it, Xander. The countdown is over. And I will end your return run and make it unsuccessful. You will be ran down by yours truly. The King of Hollywood. You will become an example of faded glory. See you in the ring." Hudson stops speaking. He walks up and turns the camera off. He picks it up and folds up the tripod then places it back in his truck. He then takes a look at the Hollywood sign and smirks. He then gets into his truck and drives off. ********************************** The scene opens up as Josh Hudson's manager, David Dudley is shown sitting across from a beautiful woman that appears to be very familiar. He smiles at her, knowing that he couldnt be happier. The two of them are having dinner. He then speaks. David Dudley: "So how's the food?" Woman: "Its great. Italian is my favorite." David Dudley: "Well you know...I have been thinking about you and I a lot lately and thats why I asked you here in the first place. We have been together seven months and going strong right..." Woman: "Yeah of course...." David Dudley: "Well...what Im trying to say is...I think you and I are ready to...take it to the next level.... so...." Dudley stands up from his seat and gets down on one knee. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black box. A small black box. He smiles, looking into the eyes of the woman he loves. She looks at him in disbelief, happiness and shock...as he pops open the box. Tears begin streaming down her face. David Dudley: "Will you marry me?" The woman wipes the tears from her eyes and smiles...trying to forget her feelings for the man she met earlier today...and looks into the eyes of the man she wants to continue loving and replies. Woman: "Yes... Dudley's smile grows bigger as he slides the ring onto her finger. They then form a warm embrace, kissing one another of great passion as the scene slowly fades. ************************** Josh Hudson sits in his house, in front of a few suitcases containing clothes, his wrestling gear and other necessities he may need on his trip to the arenas presenting Breakdown and Tactical Terror. He begins pondering about Dr. Carrie Walters. ...I wonder how she is doing? I hope she and I can actually go out once to talk. Thats all I have ever really needed in my life. Someone to talk to. Someone who will listen. And she seems to be the right candidate for the job. But she has a boyfriend. That's some cock blocking shit right there. Lucky fucker. Oh well. Its cool. But now I got some more important things to worry with right now. My match against Xander Valentine at Breakdown and my upcoming match at Tactical Terror for the SCW Championship...I am nervous as hell. Not about the match with Xander...but the title match. Xander can kiss my fucking move star ass. He isnt shit anymore. He probably believes I will help push him over the top and make him a top star once again...but its not going to happen. I will not be his stepping stone. Fuck that shit. If anything, he will be my stepping stone to main event status and championship status as well. Xander, this is the final countdown. You and me...one last time...see you at Breakdown bitch. Josh then grabs his bags and heads out of his house, into the darkness, as the scene begins to fade. THE FADE TO BLACK |
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