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Scotty Edwards vs. Daemon
Topic Started: Mar 8 2007, 06:34 PM (192 Views)
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Scotty Edwards vs. Daemon


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Deadline: 11:59 pm EST Tuesday, March 13, 2007.
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The two kendo sticks hammer into eachother, as the resounding crack that escapes from them seems to give out a physical shape of a circle growing, until it hits the walls of the dojo. The two combatants sweivel on the spot. One is dressed in black robes, making his silver emblemed belt, seem like a moon in a starless night. He wore a cage mask. The bars reaching out from the left and right sides of the mask, and meeting eachother in a bar that was perfectly centered, going straight down to the chin area of the mask. The other dressed in white robes, glowing with the radiance of the sun, seeming like one white blur, as his movements seem to hide him in a glowing cloud. He is also wearing a cage mask, composed of bars reaching a center strip. The two are, no doubt, masters at the art of sparring with a kendo stick.

The Dark Warrior steps forward, holding his knedo stick down, as he then goes to pull it up, in an upward slashing manuveur. His foe, backsteps, and seeks to go under the Dark Warrior's defenses, witha stab, however the White Warrior took his foes ruse, as the Dark Warrior stopped his upward slash, and went for a stab instead, the White Warrior barely being able to parry and sidestep the quick move. Continuing with his sudden ofensive, the Dark Warrior steps forward, hacking at the right side of the White Warrior, whom blocks the attempts, but is not able to strike an advnatage of his own. The Dark Warrior contining to agress, he starts to hack at both sides of the White Warrior, causing his foe to quickly alternate between both sides of defence, which would leave him quite exhausted eventually.

Realizing this, the White Warrior steps back, and then leaps ofrward with a stab, in a very reckless movement. The Dark Warrior spins out of the way of the stab, and pats his foe on the back of the head with his own stick, sending him face down to the ground. The White Warrior rolls his hips, kicking his feet, but the Dark Warrior pushes him back down with a foot on his chest. The White Warrior gasps, as he had suddenly lost his breath with the opposite force of the Dark Warrior's foot, hitting his chest.

The Dark Warrior grinned...

Dark Warrior: "Losing your touch, Rayne?"

Rayne, ignoring the Dark Warrior's comments, lifted one leg up lighting fat, and kicked the Dark Warrior off him, as he rolled himself back to his feet, turned and met a hacking sideslash with a block, and then quickly jumping over an attempt leg slash, before stepping back out of the reach of a punch, and jumping forward, hamminering the black warrior across the face with his Kendo stick. The Dark Warrior stumbled back, as Rayne cut away the Dark Warrior's legs out from under him. The Dark Warrior quicklly rolled out of the way of a downward slash, kicking himself to his feet.

Rayne: "You decide."

The two combatants enter the fray once more, as the sound of kendo on kendo is all that can be heard, as they block eachothers strikes with an percision, and doing their best to get in the offensive when possible. The two are equals at the art, and they know eachothers technique. They know their counters, their offesive trump cards, their ruses, and anything that they could pull up. The two were putting on a clinic, as chips fell from their weapons, with the fierceness that they hacked them with.

The Dark Warrior stabbed Rayne in the gut, before punching him in the face, causing him to stagger backwards, and fall onto his rear. Rayne rolled off to the side, as the Dark Warrior chopped downwards with a powerful swipe, hitting the ground Rayne's face was at only two seconds before. Rayne continued to roll, as the Dark Warrior continued his attack. Rayne finally stopped rolling, and quickly lifted his legs up, and hammered his opponent in midstrike, as the Dark Warrior, staggered backwards, giving Rayne enough time to get back to his feet.

Rayne: "You gotta' be faster then that."

To reply to his comment, the Dark Warrior charged at Rayne, using speed to get through Rayne's defenses, as Rayne was barely fast enough to block a single blow from the vicious attack form the Dark Warrior. Rayne finally dropped his weapon, as the Dark Warrior smacked his hand with the kendo stick. That was when his attack stopped.

Dark Warrior: "Fast enough?"

Suddenly Rayne's right leg came up from the ground and hammered the Dark Warrior across the face sending him spiralling down to the ground, and his caged mask spiralling across the floor.

Rayne: "Not quite..."

Rayne said this with a grin, as he stood in a high jump kick stance, suddenly moving his right leg, which was extended right up to where the Dark Warrior's face was, back to the ground.

The Dark Warrior turned on the ground to face Rayne, as the Dark Warrior's face is quite pale, and he has hair which matches his black night robes. One could only assume the Dark Warrior would be a nickname, but with the current description of this man, it could be a name.

Rayne extends a hand to help the Dark Warrior up, as he excepts it.

Rayne: "Good fight, Daemon."

Daemon: "Good fight, Rayne. I almost beat you."

Rayne: "And I almost beat you the last time."

Rayne pats Daemon on the back, as he starts to massauge his jaw.

Daemon: "I think you shattered a fucking tooth."

Rayne: "I think you shattered my goddamn knuckle."

Rayne raises his right hand, which had been the henad Daemon smacked the kendo stick out of it. It was bleeding, and the area around it was beet red.

Daemon: "Ouch."

Rayne: "Yeah I know."

Daemon: "I wasn't talking about you."

Daemon pulls out a tooth from a his mouth, as he drops it to the floor.

Rayne: "Eh, fuck ya'."

Rayne walks away, as Daemon continues to massauge his jaw.

The two are in what seems to be a Dojo. Brown pinewood walls surrond them in a bos shape like a prison. However there is a creatively designed door to the right of where they stand. One would assume the room was about 28 feet big and roughly 15 feet high. It had a circular window on the opposite wall to the door, and left wall adjacent to that one. There were also, creatively designed frames on these. The japanese sure did not spare any money when it came to artwork and making their buildings look important, defined, and spiritual. Many times, Daemon and Rayne would have come here to spar, meditate, or just talk. It was where they found themsleves most comfortable, which was odd, considering they hadn't grown up here nor had anything signifacant happen to them here...

Until now that is...

Suddenly the quite scene is disrupted by a group of voices seemingly getting bigger, as it approached the room, Rayne and Daemon were in.

Daemon shot an odd look at Rayne, who just shrugged, as he started to walk towards the door to see what was happening. He would never have to reach the doors however, as two men burst through it, followed by one old looking sensai fellow. Rayne stepped back a bit, shocked as to these men who burst through the door with disrespect.

Rayne: "Who the hell are you?"

The sensai man looked over to Rayne and nodded at him, as his two man entourage went towards him. Daemon quickly ran over to Rayne and stood beside him, as the two men approached.

Daemon: "What the fuck do you want?!"

The silence of the trio continues as the two men continue their iron like advance to the duo of Rayne and Daemon.

Daemon: "So you wanna pick one?"

Rayne: "I'll take the big guy."

Daemon: "They'be both pretty damn big..."

The statement could not be truer. The two men had broad shoulders and looked to be build like lumberjacks, as thier arms hung low to their waists, hands clencined in fists, grum and typical henchmen type looks stuck on their faces, as they droned on towards Daemon and Rayne, now only being less then a few feet away from them.

Rayne: "I'll take the ugly one..."

Daemon: "They're both ugly!"

Rayne: "I'll take the one on the right then!"

Daemon: "Why do you get the right one?"

Rayne: "Fine! You take the right one!"

Daemon: "Who said your the boss of me!"

Daemon turned and got in the face of Rayne.

Rayne: "I DID!"

Rayne swung Daemon shoulders around and whipped him into the right one. Daemon ran at him, kendo stick raised. He went to hammer the man in the face, but the man brought his tree trunk like arm up, and grabbed the stick, snapping it half, and then hammering Daemon on the forehead with a headbutt. Daemon instantly felt the string of an opening wound, and the warm feel of blood oozzing out from a cut, and moving down his forehead, migling at the bridge of his nose, before splitting up and pooling in Daemons eyes, causing them to sting, and for Daemon to start to see everything in crimson.

Rayne: "Dae?"

Daemon turned his head over, as he felt the blood ooze out of his eyes, and down his cheeks, as he saw Rayne, feeling quite dizzy, and not having his senses, completpely forgot what this was all about.

Rayne: "C'mon Dae, get up!"

Daemon tried to register that thought into his mind, as he saw the two men encircle Rayne, one pulling out a knife.

Rayne: "HURRY UP, DAE!"

Daemon couldn't move, as he felt his eye close, and his concious slip away, as his mind started to free fall into a world of darkness, awoken by the sound of rain drops tapping on his window...

Currently: Waking Up...

Daemon awoke with a start, breath coming in gasps, hair hanging low at the side of his face, soaked in his sweat, as his chest glimmered in the early morning blue glow from the rain. He held his body up right with arms, as his breath finally cameback to him, his eyes still wide, as he could proably only know see the crimson vision from his dreams being washed away by the awakening power of the morning. Slowly finally coming to realize that the sullen reality he had just escaped from was a dream and a memory, Daemon let his arms slide out from behind, as his back hit the springed mattress of his bed, as his head fell onto the comfortably surface of the pillow.

Daemon: "It was just a dream..."

Daemon muttered this to himself, trying to make his concious mind believe that it was just a dream.

Letting his face roll down to the pillow, Daemon took a glance at the digital clock on the bedside table. The red glow of the number "11:24" shown across Daemon's eyes, as he rolls his face back up to its original position, as his eyes looked up to the ceiling.

Daemon let out a sigh, as he pulled the covers of his legs, as they were rather sticky due to the sweat drenching his legs. He swung his legs over his bed, as his bare feet seemed to cooled to a comfortable level when they touched the cold floor of Daemon's bedroom. Daemon's feet were not use to the cold feel of the floor. They were more use to the inside of a wrestling boot. With the weight of thousands of stares bearing down on Daemon's shoulders, as his wetted hair would cover up his face to their gaze, as he would soon loose himself in the competetive side that over came him.

Daemon was a member of a military camp outside of his hometown at a younger age. And even before that, he studied the japanese fighting styles. But that was all in Daemon's past, which made regular visits. But now, Daemon was a wrestler. A wrestler for SCW. A wrestler on this weeks Breakdown. A wrestler who hasn't won a goddamn match in more 4 months.

Now 4 months of inactive competition. 4 months of losing. Week after week. Promotion after promotion. First it was NWW. Then it was eW. Then it was PWX. God knows what it was after that, but Daemon lost there too. And now finally. He is back here in SCW. Not with heart, with desperation. Unlike the lionheart he was when he first came to SCW, with his tag partner Wayne Don, as they tore up the Tag Division, getting inside the mind of the Tag Team Champions, winning the Underground Championship not long after debuting. What happened to that?

Daemon: "Lost..."

He speaks...

Daemon: "Lost to the sands of legacy."

Lower then a whisper.

Daemon: "Its corroding effect weaking the foundations that held my confidence down."

One could almost mistaken his voice for the wind.

Daemon: "It was torn away with that wind, and ever since. I've been chasing it. Sometimes clutching it, but then having it blown away once again. Never being able to catch it, hold on to it, and keep it..."

The story of a fallen wrestler.

Daemon: "Everyone was telling me..."

'Daemon! You no showed again!'

"Or they were saying to me..."

'Daemon! You lost, again!'

"Everytime I would build up some momentum, it was like god himself pushing me back down, knowing that if I got some momentum going, then I would be unstoppable. I wouldn't be able to be defeated. I would be the one to start holding people down. I would be at the top, once more..."

That would be why Daemon is here. He came to SCW, as a Hunter. It may not seem so, but he is here. Hunting the cattle. Sneaking under the barbed wire. He is the Lone Wolf. The dark spirit full of a painful past, losing everyone that ever mattered to him.

Losing his best friend...

Daemon: "Rayne..."

Losing his only love.

Daemon: "Kendra..."

Losing his one passion. His one pain killer. His one thing that made him better then most men left with nothing.

Daemon: "Succes..."

Daemon blinks as his eyes seem to change in a nano-second. His pupils become blood red, veins popping out of the white yolk of his eyeball. Daemon almost seems to growl, as his clencing fists now open up, as he sits on his bed. His voice now quite low.

Daemon: "Edwards, watch your back. The Lone Wolf is creeping."
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Part One

The scene opens with Scotty walking through a dirt path. He is wearing some jeans and boots. His black hoody is wet from sweat. He gets to a cliff and sits down looking over a meadow. He pulls out a bottle of water and takes a sip. He places the lid back on and slides the bottle back in to his back pack. An eagle flies over screeching. He looks up and thinks.


Thoughts: Damn how long has it been since I last felt free.


He thinks back.

Thoughts: I have not felt free ever since winning the UHWF World Title. It has awakened a demon. One who feeds off of beating each person. I feel like all I have to do is train. Train every day and every night. That’s what I have to do to stay on top. I can only count on my self and my crew. Things have changed a lot over the past few months. People are saying they have not ever seen me like this. That my mind is being taken over the madness deep with in.

He leans back on a tree that is standing high over him with a nest far above the cliff.

Thoughts: Too much is happening in my life right now. I went from having a happy family to having nothing. Just the ring. I lost my daughter. I lost my wife. The eternal pain has seeped through my body and I feel like I am burning in side. I can not believe that this shit is happening to me.

He starts crying. Tears are streaming down his face.

Thoughts: It would kill me if I let Tatyania go with Tina. She is not going to be able to keep her safe. She hasn’t gotten up with the baby at all, some one has always been there to help her with Tat. When I was not on the road I took care of her. What if Tina goes back out to Maryland and turns back in to a Coke head. Then what? Will my daughter be neglected once again? I sure hope she does not go down like that. I still love her.

He wipes the tears from his face. Veins are starting to pop out from his forehead. He stands up and walks towards the cliff. The eagle is resting on the nest down the cliff some. He is looking on and keeps on thinking.

Thoughts: You know? How good of a father can I be to my daughter if I just leave out and travel all over the US. The World for that fact, am I even worthy? All I been doing is working and coming home. Most of the time my daughter is asleep. I eat and go to bed. My life seems like it is closing around me. Swallowing my whole. Maybe I should let her go. Maybe Tina will prove me wrong, but I doubt that. I am usually right when it comes to that bitch. That is what 3 years of marriage will do to you. But she is not her self right now either.

He starts walking back toward the path that leads to the cabin.

Thoughts: I can not let this pull me down. I am UHWF World Champion. A great one at that. I need to act like one. Show all these fucking morons in the UHWF Roster what I can really do. Herrera was just a start. Fucking choke artist. This is the new era on UHWF Inc. TNB is the best thing running. And what can I do to make it better is get all this shit out of my head.

He arrives at the cabin. The door is cracked. He walks in to see Tina sitting on the couch across the room. She is crying.

Tina: I am sorry Scott. Maybe we let the shit build up too much and it is too late. We can not fix something that is broken beyond repair.

Scott: I know Tina. We have a lot of problems. But why did you wait? Why not sooner when I brought it up the first time? Why did you make me think that our problems would be ok and we could have fix it?

Tina: I wanted to get custody of Tatyania again. And if you knew how I felt you would not have let me back in her life.

Scott: Stop that bull shit Tina. I would have never kept you out of her life. I am not like that and you know it.

Tina: You would not have let it go with out a fight.

Scott: I just do not want to through away the past few years. We have had good times and bad. Just like any couple, now why you want to run from our problems. I love you Tina. I want us to at least work on it.

Tina: Counseling doesn’t work. You stopped taking your meds. You say you love me but you bitch at me for the littlest thing.

Scott: You want to say me bitching because you do not want to do anything. Not even get up at night and feed out daughter. Your fucking lazy and you do not want to help me and meet me in the fucking middle. Do not sit there and try to pin this shit on me Tina. I do not want to fucking hear it.

Tina: That’s why I want to split up. I do not want to change. I do not want to work on this and I want to just be alone with my daughter.

Scott: I doubt that you can handle taking care of our daughter. You can not even fend for your self. Nor can you deal with her once you are asleep.

Tina: I am postpartum. You know that. I try though.

Scott: Bull shit Tina. You have not tried any damn thing. Please leave. I wanted to come up here and think some things out. Not to be followed and reminded that you do not love me anymore.

Tina: I will always love you Scott. You gave me my miracle baby. When they said I could not have kids, you gave one to me. When I was strung out on Coke you helped me stop using. You are always going to be my love.

Scott: I have a hard time believing it. You have a fucked up way of showing it. Listen. If you are not going to leave then I am.

He walks over and grabs his keys to his 2007 H3. He walks out the door and thinks. He walks over to his truck and sits down inside it.

Thoughts: Now look at me, I do not even have my life outside of the ring dealt with and I am joining another Federation. SCW is not ready for me. UHWF can not handle me. Maybe I should just walk away. Deal with my life out side of the ring. Then come back. But turning over the UHWF World Title would make me look weak. I must hold on to it as long as I can.

He starts it up and sits there crying.

Thoughts: I can not let this get the best of me.

He wipes the tears from his face. He looks in the mirror.

Thoughts: Who am I anymore? I should not let my daughter go. I would be as bad as Tina if I do not look out for her needs. She is only 8 months. What the fuck am I thinking. The ring can wait. After my match on this week I am taking a week off to deal with this. I am one of the richest people in this business and I can afford it. I can always get a lawyer quick.

He drives off. He is speeding around the curvy road leading down the mountain.

Thoughts: Why should I wait? When I get down this hill I am going to call Dave. Mr. Bye is a great lawyer. I know he can help me. Let me call him.

He takes his phone out of the middle of the console. He dials a number. He tosses his phone on to the floor and starts thinking.

Thoughts: Let me get back to the cabin she should be gone by now. I mean how long will that bitch sit at the cabin that is dark with out me?

He goes back up the dirt road. He arrives at the cabin a short time later. The door is locked and the place is dark. He walks in and walks over to the circuit breaker. He flips all the circuits. He flips the last switch and the cabin springs to life. He walks over to the TV and turns it on. He is watching the wrestling network. Daemon seems to be missing with only 25 hours left before the flight takes off for the arena.

Scotty: Hey Mr. D, Man that weak ass son of a bitch. I am about to tap in with some live footage. Just play this for him.

He walks over and closes his phone. He turns on a camera that is set up and he walks over and sits down. He is looking straight in to the camera.

Scotty: Daemon is it? Who are you really? You are someone who as yet said one thing to me, I know you are looking for a gothic entrance in to this match against me huh? That is ok, you can think that your silence is making me have any fear of you. You think that I am going to just sit back and be scared of something that is nothing more than a worthless washed up wrestler.

Honestly, I know that you are facing a true legend of the ring. We all know of the things I have done in and out of the ring. How my name is said in each and every house hold around the world. What have you done? Anything that is worthy? I mean come on, why are you bouncing around from Federation to Federation for anyways? Looking for the easy way to win a World Title? Well listen here! You are not going to win this match. You can not win this match. Wanna know why? Because you are facing the biggest face in this industry today. You are coming to that ring to face the World Champion of UHWF. What does that mean in SCW? Well let me tell you.

I got a phone call from Clyde Wilson the owner of UHWF Inc. It was Mr. D. He said he is looking for an Enforcer. He told me that they where friends for a long time now. So I called him up. After a few talks I signed to the SCW Roster. So a few that caught my eye. But enough of that. So let me get back to the topic at hand. You can do what ever you wish to make yourself believe that you have a true chance against me. But from what I hear you are nothing more than a mere jobber. Getting passed around like the little bitch you are.

So get a good look at this face. This is the last time you will see it before the match. When the music fades and the bell sounds remember that it was I, Scott ‘Bishop’ Edwards that handed you your ass. TNB is here and there is not one thing that any of you can do about it. Incase you do not already know what TNB stands for. It is The New Breed. And I am TNB’s Enforcer.


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