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Jason Wheeler vs. The Wall
Topic Started: Mar 8 2007, 06:32 PM (129 Views)
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Jason Wheeler vs. The Wall

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RP Limit: 2 RPs each for all matches.
Deadline: 11:59 pm EST Tuesday, March 13, 2007.
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[align=center]From Russia, Without Love

"Let's just see what the morning brings."

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***The scene opens up on the day after Breakdown. Mr.Drachewych has made it set in stone. The Real Speed will not be getting his title shot at Retribution. The entire world seems to be against him in that crusade. However, he did defeat the Number One Contendor for Greg Cherrys SCW Championship. Being on a high roll all year round has taken it's toll on him, and his ego has yet again caused him a problem. At Retribution, The Real Speed will go one on one with Jason Wheeler. A battle that has been brewing for over four years in the backstage of SCW. And sometimes even spilled out to the ring. Never before have these two men been in the ring together, and it will surely be a match to remember both competitors by. However, before Jason Wheeler faces The Real Speed he must first defeat the monster of SCW. The body building champion, the former CIA member. Former KGB defector. The powerhouse Russian known simply as.. The Wall. Or Jason, whichever one you would prefer. After suffering humiliating and dismal losses to both Caleb Andrews and Cali Bennet, The Wall has chosen to undergo The Real Speed's training. Which one would assume consisted of drinking, smoking, and a little bit of gambling, along with extortion of his kitten, Mr.Wuffles. But The Wall has grown more aware of the ring, and is coming out full force with a new barrage of wrestling manuevers. One of them being the Tiger Driver. He has since perfected the move to his liking, and looks to score the pinfall victory over Jason Wheeler come Breakdown. The cameras come into view of Speed and Jason's penthouse suite. Where Jason is petting Mr.Wuffles, and Speed is pacing around.***

Speed- I can't believe this shit!

Jason- What shit?

Speed- Wheeler taking on me. It's obvious that the winner will face Dillusion or Greg Cherry.

Jason- So? You get a title shot that Drachewych doesn't think you deserve.

Speed- That's not the point. The point is, I beat the number one contendor for the SCW Championship. Why am I not in the title match?

Jason- Look, I know it pisses you off. But just calm down and look at things logically. You're set up to face Jason Wheeler, first time ever. And Drachewych is watching the match very closely. The winner is obviously the one who goes on to face the champion.

Speed- We'll listen to me for once. Dillusion was defeated on Breakdown. We're both in a stalemate for who's better. Cherry will anhilate him at Retribution. I have no doubt about that. In fact, we're going to make good money off it. I'm putting my money on him to retain the title. But the main problem is.. who the hell faces Cherry next month? Me, Jason Wheeler? Or someone else?

Jason- Ok, stop right there. Focus.. that's what you taught me. Focus on what is currently happening. You versus Jason Wheeler. That's huge man. A win over the current number one contendor, and a win over the four time SCW Champion. Who can really argue you as number one contendor then?

Speed- *pacing back and forth* You still don't get it man. There's hatred and retaliation in store for me. Drachewych and I have gone through to much to just ignore one another. As much money is involved, I've humiliated him to the point of bankruptcy. The shoes, stealing his shoes even if for one night only, was the straw that broke the camels back. Calling him out on paying me off to lose to nobodies. That's what made him crack. Winning the SCW Championship, that was it. Right then and there, he became irate. He fired me for a reason, and that reason was to protect SCW from what it's about to become. He may hate Wheeler, he may have a history with Wheeler, he may even hate all three brothers. But his hatred for them is nothing compared to me. Wheeler made a deal with Drachewych to many times to count. It's to much for even me to handle. The boss, the four time SCW Champion, his brother, or even brothers. They're all to much to handle at this time. I've got you and Mr.Wuffles in my corner, that's it. That's all. The monster of SCW, and a kitten. Not much one could do against the conspiracy against me.

Jason- Shut up, seriously. Shut up for five god damn seconds, and listen to me. I have a match against that son of bitch Jason Wheeler. I will anhilate him, I will destory his very foundation of being a major player in SCW. When he gets in the ring with you, he'll be minced meat. That's a given.

Speed- No.. no it's not. LISTEN.. TO..ME. I'm your boss, I'm the man who pays your paycheque. I'm the man who made you what you are.

***Jason gets up, and twitches his biceps as he gets in the face of Speed.***

Jason- NO.. you listen to me for once. I'm going to Breakdown to beat the living hell out of Jason Wheeler. So don't tell me what I am, and what I'm not.

***Speed backs off a little bit, and holds his hands in front of him.***

Speed- Ok.. ok.. look man. We've both been drinking. We're both a little high on coke. So back off a little. I'll be rational with you.

***Jason flexes his muscles on more time, and pretends to throw a punch at Speed by cocking his arm back in a fist. Speed throws his hands up immediatly then throws them down, realizing Jason was messing around.***

Speed- Alright man, relax. Sit down here. I'm going to sit down to. We're to hostile against each other.

***Jason sits backs down in his chair, as Speed sits down on the edge of the bed.***

Speed- Ok, so you have Jason Wheeler this week. Of course I'm in your corner. It's common courtesy there. You're going to beat Wheeler, I'll make sure of it.

Jason- And Christian Savior? What about him? You going to hold your own against both of them?

Speed- Christian Savior is a bitch. I've beaten him, I've kicked his ass all over the ring. Not to mention, I think he'd love to see Wheeler have his ass beaten on Breakdown. Don't worry about him. You and me, we're on the same page here. Jason Wheeler is going to get his ass kicked. By you, and then by me.

Jason- Ok.. fine. We'll do it that way. After all, he hasn't had much luck winning this year.

Speed- No, no he hasn't. And neither have you, but that's alright. Jason is such an egotistical prick on the inside, that he'll take you as an appetizer. That's where we get him. You head into Breakdown, and you realize that it's your biggest match to date. The four time SCW Champion, that's all he has going for him. You beat his ass, you beat him till he's black and blue. Then when it comes time for Retribution. We'll give it to him. This week's all you though. You go out there, you do what I trained you to do. Out wrestle him, out manouever him, and use your strength to over power him. Now, the only thing you need to work on. Is that mouth of yours.

Jason- Huh?

Speed- The trash talk, the psychological battle in all of this. You're to quiet. By now you understand the game we play around here. The ego battles, the psychological war, the sneak attacks. All of that is part of the match. That's what you need work on. That's why I'm here. It's all great when you're pumped up talking to me. But once someone throws a camera or a microphone in your face, you freeze up.

Jason- It's how I was trained. You act first, and you talk later.

Speed- Forget that mentality. I know it's hard. Hell, I used to get high then beat people up later. But I changed that. Somewhat.. well, no not really. ANYWAYS, besides the point. What I do works. We've seen it in action, we've seen the idiots who think they can beat me. But you.. you're to soft on camera. You don't get in their heads. Hell you act like some rookie.

Jason- I am a rookie. Some of us have never "wrestled' before.

Speed- Then become more like me. From here on out, you're on your own. I'm not writing any speeches for you. I'm not telling you when to attack him, and how everything might and should play out. You're smart enough to figure that out on your own.

***With that, Speed stands up from the bed and pats Jason on the shoulder. Jason nods his head, and brings his hand up to his chin, to stroke his 5 o clock shadow. He was deep in thought as Speed grabbed another beer from their fridge and headed out the door.***

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Later That Evening

***Jason has thought long and hard about what Speed said to him. And thought even harder about Breakdown, and just what awaits him. He either makes himself a known man in SCW, or he becomes known as the bodyguard who just couldn't cut it. Taking a deep breath, he turns on Speed personal video recorder, and sits down on edge of the bed with his hands folded in front of him, and his head down. He exhales his breath, as he brings his head up and looks into the camera.***

The Wall- Jason Wheeler, the son of a bitch who thinks he deserves an SCW Title match. That son of a bitch who runs around here holding his reputation high above everyones head. I believe Drachewych said it best.. you're reputation doesn't hold a puddle. Granted he said the same thing about Speed, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that you're set to go head to head with the human wrecking machine. The monster of SCW, the biggest and baddest mother fucker of them all. You're set to go head to head with.. The Wall. And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it. Every minute of out wrestling you. Every minute of causing you pain, making you bleed, torturing your very limbs. It's going to be music to my ears.

The Wall- You see Wheeler, when I beat your ass on Breakdown. That signifies a few things. It signifies me as better then you. As someone who will dominant SCW one day. It also signified your ideas of a title reign, being way out of your league. And the misery and humiliation won't stop there on Breakdown. Oh no, not for you Wheeler. When you go face to face with The Real Speed for the first time ever. He's going to show the entire world just who the better man is, was, and always has been.

***Jason unclasps his hands, and rotates his shoulders, pushing out his muscles. He brings up one of his biceps and flexes it.***

The Wall- You see that Wheeler? That's raw power. That's your demise. That's what's going to crush your neck, break your legs, and crack your ribs. You don't stand a damn chance against me, and with The Real Speed in my corner. They'll be calling this a handicap match. Not because it's going to be two on one.. but because when we're done with you, you WILL be handicap. The odds aren't in your favour Wheeler, and neither is lady luck. So when you show up on Breakdown, I'd make damn sure you take out life insurance before our match.

The Wall- But before I leave you scared shitless, I have a message for that brother of yours. Christian Savior.. The Real Speed is going to kill you. Watch your back, and always look over your shoulder. You attacked him last Breakdown. You tried to send a message to the world about who's who. But you fucked up Christian. You forgot the most important fundamental of SCW. You don't fuck with Speed. And you don't fuck with his friends. But just like Wheeler, you're going to learn that the hard way. But don't worry, you'll still be champions. When you're both laid up in the hospital, with broken bones and broken dreams, I'll be sure to remember you. I'll be sure to speak your name. You'll go down as the only tag team of brothers, stupid enough to fuck with the future SCW Champion of Speed, and his best friend.. The Wall.

-End Rp-
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And so the saga of the Hero of time shall continue. The beginning of the holy quest, at least for he who consistently fights for the virtue, the power and the glory of heaven on earth, and he who reigns on high. Oh Lord, raise me to thy right hand, and count me among thy saints. For the indifference of good men hath plagued this holy earth for far too long, and the struggle of the few but proud heroes is, sadly, becoming weaker and weaker. And yet, he few but proud continue to fight for these ideals.

All Lord who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, and lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil, for thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever... amen.

I hope those listening can forgive me for my religious moment. You came earlier than anticipated. Like I said the saga will continue, but not today. Something happened last night, my few but faithful fellow travelers on the road to his glory. Something they do not anticipate, no kind the yen to describe its meaning. The little I know, go something like this. I had another dream, and this one, unlike many others, I knew I was destined to have. If this is a message from God, and I will do well and remember it. This dream, as I said, is impossible for me at this point to interpret. I know who was evident. I know what they were doing, but other than that, like its meaning, its logic, and its eventual conclusion.

That’s what we’ll talk about tonight. As I sit here narrating to you on the night of March 12 of the year 2007, more than just the world of supreme championship wrestling runs through my head. For some, like Greg Cherry and Dillusion, personal lives are just another thing to showcase and exhibit in a carnival like fashion to further promote their damn ideals, and emphasized their so-called greatness. The second a superstar’s promos become preachy, is the second I start losing interest and respect for said superstar. In other words, there’s nearly a single superstar in the entire fucking locker room that I respect, promo wise. I know what you’re thinking, but Wheeler, you preach all the time. You pray, you worship, you bow down before your almighty God in almost all of your showings. What about that?

To that I say, that is pure. How can you say worshiping the Lord and Savior is the same thing as say, the ritual, for lack of a better word, of let’s say, the new blood revolution, or Real Speed.

Real Speed... here’s a guy who worships only one thing in this world. Himself. But I won’t speak too much of him, for our paths, it seems to me, are destined to cross sooner rather than later. For now, I will have to deal with his bodyguard. A man named Jason, a.k.a. the Wall. The funny thing was, I never knew Speed had any friends. And yet, lately we have seen a bodyguard, with a gay nickname, and a fucking cat named Mr. Wuffles! For the love of God, what is with these imbeciles bringing in this nonsense into a wrestling ring? I mean come on we have gnomes with the ability to communicate with superstars, at least one in particular. We got cats who can contend for the SCW United States title. What’s next? A ventriloquist dummy able to pull off shooting star presses and winning massive titles? Longer stay here, the more I see just how unrealistic and how much of a joke this world of wrestling is becoming.

What kind do about it? I don’t think there is a damn thing anyone can do about it, period. We just have to embrace the fact that our world is going to the dogs. At the risk of sounding cheesy and extremely over-the-top, though ironically that is what this world demands, perhaps time will give these dogs the keys to the pound. All I know in this carnival, is that these clowns are gonna pay for their stupidity.

Let us begin with the dream...

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Chapter 4 (Sub Plot to the Saga): prologue

A bit of a confession before we begin... I tend to drink when logical thinking doesn’t take me to the answers I need. Thus, I’ve been drinking a lot lately. Last night was no exception.

The video, if I must be honest, was the source of my vexing. My father had told me many things about himself, but not that his parting gift was something of this magnitude. I had sat there, having viewed, again I say for lack of a better word, the tape as long as I could before turning off the VCR. It was all too much to take at once. So... out came the rum.

I wasn’t drunk, but I was getting there. The clock read 2 33 in the morning, and I think deep down my body wanted to sleep just as much as my mind wanted to. So, retiring the booze for the night, I made my way to bed while only crashing into something once. Incidentally, I crashed into the grandfather clock my uncle gave me a while ago. I think I broke it too. Ah well, I never liked that clock anyway. It never told time right, even when I wound it, and the bells sounded like they hadn’t made a pleasant sound since the eighties. Maybe that’s why they are called grandfather clocks... they certainly reminded me of my grandfather, with all his squaking and squeaking.

The odds of the Wall a victory over me seeing a slim, if it were one-on-one, but this was the SCW, after all. I could count on anyone from the real speed to the devil himself to rush in to save my opponent’s ass. After all, stranger things have happened.

It fell down hard shattering the peaceful silence, sound like a hammer of Thor. I swear I could almost feel the sound waves tossing me around like a ping pong ball. The next stupid thing I did, in my drunken stupor, crashing my head into the bed post, knocking me out, and thus starting this crazy dream.

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Act one: Requiem of a dream

And in the moment of my fall, my eyes were opened to my very roof splitting open from side to side, releasing me as if I were a butterfly escaping my cocoon.. I could see The constellations for miles around. Each one had its own legend of origin. Take Orion the hunter for example, who defeated the Amazon tests, Athena, and was thus immortalized in the stars along with his hunting dog, Canis major.

I got the hunter here in the wrestling world, and he is me. Don’t have a hunting dog, though. I don’t need one. All I’ve ever needed, besides the truth of who I am, I have always had. Now with impending main event status returning, the hunt can begin again.

There was the Southern Cross, which naturally reminded me of the Holy Lord. Of the savior who died for everyone’s chance into paradise... Even asses like the Real Speed, who choose to value themselves over His divineness. Not to worry, though, Speedo. I will put the fear of God back into you. There is a significant power, more omnipotent than you and your childish antics, other than me of course. First, I will show your body guard the light, then I will show you his divine presence... then maybe I’ll take care of your cat too.

Draco the Dragon reminds me of my brother, Christian Savior. He used to speak of a dragon, but he has confided in me that it had always been the presence of the Vampire Armand. I know Armand, and he has made a fatal mistake. Lestat needs not be resurrected. He has always been alive and well within. The problem with Savior and his alter ego is that they exist as dual identities. Lestat and I never competed for control. We accepted our share of this vessel and Lestat keeps to himself unless I call for him. Savior will surely go insane if he continues this inward struggle. Naturally I speak from experience.

The constellations pulled me up towards them, beckoning me. I wanted to look down to see if I could see my body, but I couldn’t draw away from staring at the stars. There were no clouds or sky. It was as if I went straight from my home and into the universe.

I was turned right side up and placed, more or less upon nothingness. I couldn’t see what was making me able to stand, but there was something. I passed through planet after planet. I wasn’t choosing where to go, but was rather being led by a force I still do not understand. But it took me past the known planets to a beautiful sphere hovering as wonderful and as warm as our planet Earth appeared. It was green... a color I had been seeing a lot of lately. I couldn’t believe how comfortable it looked. It was as if I could live there.

But then, I heard something. A faint sound in the distance.

“Meow”.

Meow? What the hell? A few more ‘Meows’ and I saw this little furball lunge over the planet and sit in front of me blocking my path. I recognized him immediately.

“Mr. Wuffles?”

Sure enough, it was Speed’s little pet. This was not a good sign. Because where there was Mr. Wuffles, that means...

“WHEELER!”

See what I mean? And leapfrogging over my peaceful planet came the bumbling moron named the Real Speed. I called out to him, telling him to stand aside from my planet. He was blocking what could possibly be the answers I so sought. He merely laughed at me. I tried to reason with him, to no avail. The more he laughed, the more I could not, and the angrier I got.

I charged... and within seconds, I was cut off... by a wall...

I kept hearing that laughter, but the wall kept blocking my path. I punched... I kicked... I beat against the wall until I could not move another muscle. It stayed firm. My planet... I could still see the green aura, but Speed’s laughter was getting louder and the I felt myself starting to get pulled away. With one last hit, the wall broke down, shattering like glass before my eyes. Speed stood there still laughing... and then waved good bye.

The force started pulling me back... I reached out to my planet, but my hand was slapped away by Speed. I was too tired to fight back... So I gave in. The next thing I knew... I was awake in the mid morning back in this world.

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That was my dream... I still don’t know what it means... but Speed can be defeated, but I must do it one on one. That means removing the body guard as a threat... So be it. Let Speed rest. He may think himself getting stronger, but on Breakdown, I will in turn weaken him by removing one of his more valuable weapons...

In the Lord’s name we pray... Amen.


OOC: A sorry to MArk for lack of size in rp. Long week. Olek knows. I didnt want to wait till last minute to post. I hope this gives you enough time to post should you need to.

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