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| Mayhem vs. The Real Speed | |
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| Topic Started: May 24 2007, 11:47 AM (279 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | May 24 2007, 11:47 AM Post #1 |
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Mayhem vs. The Real Speed RP Limit: 3 RP each, per match Deadline: 11:59 pm EST on Tuesday, May 29, 2007 |
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| The Real Speed | May 28 2007, 05:00 AM Post #2 |
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Spam God..The Shinigami of SCW, and better then you
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[align=center]Rebuilding The Past "All these thoughts.. they make no sense. I find this an ignorance." -- ***The scene opens up with the words "SCW.. 2003". The scene then shifts to a video of The Real Speed in his debut match in SCW. It shows him with his hand raised in the air and a huge smile on his face. That picture continues alternating as it shows his perfect dominant streak in SCW. Heroes of the SCW's past all lay at his feet. Jase the Ace, Festa, Jack The Ripper, all names of SCWs past. As the video continues playing with Speeds hand raised in victory, it flashes a picture of a steel chair. The chair continues flashing before solidifying itself on the screen, and then showing a photoshopped and bloody image of Chad Evans. The steel chair dissapears along with the picture of Chad Evans as "SCW.. 2005" comes onto the screen. A short video of Speed stealing the SCW Championship from Cid Turner is played, along with him running rampant over Exodus before the words "fired?" appear on screen. As the video is fading out, "The Massacre Continues.. 2005-06" plays showing Speeds hand raised in victory over Carnage, General Lawler, James Toreno, and culminating in the win at Taking Hold of the Flame. Followed up by his dismal losses to Weapon, Cherry, and Xander Valentine. The videos play in a spiraling motion signifying his downfall of 2006, as he lost to just about everyone. Only to follow it up with winning the SCW Championship and being on the receiving end of an unpaid suspension. The scene fades out again as "2007.. The Rebirth of Speed" comes up on the screen. It shows his dominance in SCW against Christian Savior, Jason Wheeler, Dillusion, among many others. A picture of Speed from 2003 is mirrored with a picture of him today. Older, wiser, and drunker. The scene then fades out with the words "Are You On His List?" Being the end of the hype video.*** -- ***Speed is walking around his penthouse on his cell phone, while Mr.Wufffles is lying in the sunlight catching some warm rays and napping.*** Speed- So that's it? A concussion and a few bruises? Jesus christ man, you gonna be alright? ***Speed is talking to Jason aka The Wall who is still in the hospital being treated for the attacks his received on Breakdown. He suffered a grade 2 concussion, and some internal bruising but the doctors say he should be fit to compete by the end of the month. And his release date should be shortly as long as he stays healthy.*** Jason- Yeah, I'll be alright. Just won't be around for a few more days. Speed- Look man, I just thought I'd say it now. I'm sorry for what happened between us on Breakdown. Jason- Don't worry about it. We were both jackasses. The only thing I care about is getting the son of a bitch who jumped me. Speed- You have any idea on who it was? Jason- None, he came out of nowhere and blindsided me. Speed- I'll ask around when I get to Breakdown. We'll track the bastard down and make him pay for his mistakes. Jason- I have my suspicions. Speed- Oh? Who's that? Jason- Dynasty members.. they're taking out everyone they can. Wouldn't surprise me if they want more air time. I've told those punks hundreds of times. Stay the hell out of my business. Speed- Well I'll be sure to give that message to them. They're business is going to become my business eventually. But anyways, I gotta get things setup so just keep it up man. We'll see you on Breakdown. Jason- Alright. I'll see you then. ***Speed hangs up his cell phone as Mr.Wuffles looks over at him and meows.*** Speed- He'll be alright buddy. Now.. what the hell are we going to do until Breakdown? Mr.Wuffles- Meow? Speed- Good point. I'm going out. Take care Mr.Wuffles and be good. I'll bring you back some tuna. ***Speed grabs his bowler hat and sunglasses before heading out to the elevator to go outside.*** -- ***Speed is standing in the elevator with two other men. The elevator music is playing above as Speed concentrates on it. Randomly he blurts out a conversation piece.*** Speed- Wouldn't it be weird if the top musicians in the world were elevator musicians? ***The two men ignore Speed as the elevator makes its decent. As they're watching the numbers change, they hear a quiet rumble before the elevator jerks to a stop and the light goes out.*** Speed- What the...? ***The emergency light comes on as Speed and the other guys look at each in confusion.*** Man- Elevator must be out. Speed- Ah crap. Well.. this sucks. ***As Speed mentions that it sucks, the elevator music comes back to life.*** Speed- Correction... this sucks more. ***Speed and his new aqquintences take a seat on the elevator floor and wait for someone to rescue them.*** -- 3 Hours Later ***Speed is still trapped in the elevator with "Tyler" and "Jerome" as he's come to know them. The boredom has resulted in him taking off his shirt and making a makeshift ninja mask out of it. Showing only his eyes, he looks over at Jerome.*** Speed- King high. Jerome- Beats my Jack. Tyler- But it won't beat my Ace. ***Speed is playing a game of "high card" with Tyler and Jerome to pass the time. With a simple deck of cards they're just seeing who can draw the higher card.*** Speed- I'm out.. I can't do this anymore. Tyler- I can't either. That music is starting to piss me off. Jerome- You think we're being rescued? Speed- We hit the emergency button.. they should have been here awhile ago. Jerome- Emergency button? Tyler- I didn't hit it. Speed- SON..OF.. A ***Speed looks over at the emergency button which has clearly not been pushed. Practically punching it he hears the alarm go off ahead of him.*** Speed- *shrugs* Beats the music. So you guys like jokes? Tyler- Sure. Speed- Alright. What's the difference between a drunk and a stoner? Tyler- Iunno. Speed- The drunk runs the stoplight. The stoner waits for it to turn green. Tyler- Heh...heh heh.. that's funny. Jerome- There was a man who entered a local paper's pun contest. He sent in ten different puns, in the hope that at least one of the puns would win. Unfortunately, no pun in ten did. Speed- .... Tyler- Dude.. that was weak. Speed- THANK YOU. Felt awkward there. No more jokes man. My sanity is slipping. -- Another Hour Later ***Speed is now staring at his own ninja reflection in the shiny surface of the elevator. The alarm is still ringing as he rocks back and forth.*** Speed- I cant' do this any more guys. I can't live in an elevator. Tyler- Relax man.. they're coming any minute now. Any minute... any minute. ***Tyler is sucking on his thumb as he realizes that he might be trapped in the elevator forever.*** Jerome- I just.. I just realized. We might not have enough oxygen to survive. Everyone take slow breaths from here on out. Speed- WHAT?! NO.. *starts taking deep breaths.* YOU ASSHOLES CAN DIE! Jerome- SPEED CALM DOWN! YOU'LL KILL US ALL! ***As Jerome says that a slow creaking noise is heard followed by a loud snap. The elevator plunges down about a foot before jerking to a stop.*** Speed- Oh....mother of God. We're going to die! ***As the elevator is rocking back and forth, the trap door opens up and a head peeks itself in.*** Voice- You boys alright? Speed- GET US OUT OF HERE! ME FIRST I'M TO AWESOME TO DIE! ***The man helps Speed out of the elevator as Tyler and Jerome follow suit. They seem to have been just underneath the 2nd floor where the firefighters had pried open the door.*** Firefighter- Looks like we got here just in time. Speed- We've been waiting for hours. Firefighter- If it wasn't for this adorable kitten causing such a racous I don't think we would have gotten here in time. ***Mr.Wuffles peeks his head out from between the firefighters legs and meows.*** Mr.Wuffles- Meow! Speed- Mr.Wuffles! *grabs him and hugs him tightly.*** Speed- I love you little buddy! -- Later That Night ***Speed has mixed himself a drink for the night, and is reviewing some of his old matches in SCW. The one he is keen on watching at the moment is him vs Chad Evans frmo Highway to hell 2003. Chad was out wrestling Speed at every corner, and making a fool out of him. Before Speed snapped and nailed Evans with a steel chair right between the eyes. Continue his barrage of assults with the steel chair lead to his disqualification, but it also lead to Chad Evans being carted away on a stretcher. Thus ending their egotistical battle. Turning it off, Speed smirks a little bit before taking a sip of his drink. He has his personal video recorder on as he begins to speak.*** Speed- Mayhem, your time has come. The Jury has spoken, and the Judge has made it official. The Real Speed vs Mayhem. Breakdown.. May 30th of 2007. The day that Mayhem remembers what everyone has forgotten. I am the best in SCW. I always was, and always will be. The SCW Title.. means nothing to me. It is below me. It is below the fuckin' legacy I built around here. Let Greg Cherry have it for now. Let him try to rewrite history when he attempts to crush Xander Valentines reign. Let him follow his narrow path to his own personal destruction. Sooner or later he'll realize what the whole world is talking about. The return of The Real Speed. The return of their Hardcore Messiah. The return of the most arrogant and dominant man in SCW past. And the return.. of a legend. For to long I've sat around trying to earn myself a title shot. Trying to take every shortcut I knew of to get at Cherry, or whomever the champ would be. For to long I sat around proving I was the top candidate, and forgetting my true desires. I don't crave the gold. I crave expanding my ego. The gold around my waist only diminshes me. I become a target for morons in this building. I become a target for every rookie thinking they can take me out one day. I hate being a target. So I decided to go out, and make my own targets. Make my own targets of the rookies, the losers, the idiots who think they're better then me. So I gathered all of the names of SCW's present. The ones that have never learned to respect me. The ones who never learned to fear me. I will teach every single one of you to respect and fear me. Mark my words on that one. And Mayhem. You're the lucky son of a bitch I get to make an example out of. You've been around SCW for quite some time. I know you well. I know your style well. You try and be humble these days, but I know what eats you inside the most. I know what you regret the most from your pathetic carreer in SCW. You regret not being able to take me out when you were in your prime. You regret Drachewych firing me before our one on one matchup.. for my title. You regret not following up by winning the vacated title. You blew it all away. Instead of taking out 3 men. You tried to take out 29 others at Taking Hold of the Flame. History.. it's coming up for you. What is this? Your 3rd chance at winning Taking Hold of the Flame? Your third chance at rebuilding what you lost long ago? Speed- It's something around there.. I know it is. I know that deep down everytime you return to SCW, it eats you alive. It eats you alive to see me at the top. To see me kicking ass and taking names. It eats you alive because if you had been able to beat me on that night, you would be in a better position. But it never happened. You never proved to anyone a damn thing. But back then you didn't prove shit to me anyways. You were the whiner. The guy who wanted everything and earned nothing. You were the guy I despised for the longest time. I was busy running Exodus and all I had was a bunch of pissants breathing down my neck. Telling me to give you a shot at my title. A bunch of pissants that knew nothing of what a champion was. I was the greatest thing in SCW back then. I was the greatest thing before I ran Exodus. Hell.. I've always been the greatest thing to ever grace SCW. I prove it each and every time. Look at the list of people that have laid at my feet. Names that stretch on forever. Names that come and go through the canals of SCWs history. But one name always remains.. one name will always be cemented in SCW. That's mine. For years upon years now I have given my life, my blood, my sweat, and my tears to prove my dominance. I have fought an uphill battle each and every week, just to earn the respect of the fans. I have sacrafice my body for the highlight reels. I have evolved with SCW over the times. I have become the unappreciated legend of SCW. Every new rookie who steps foot in SCW.. they're garbage. They're worthless individuals who have no clue.. no damn clue that I helped build the foundation they're allowed to be apart of. Speed- And you.. you're just as under appreciative. You walk back into SCW with a past. You walk in with a previous track record. And you don't capatalize. You let these new faces to SCW rape you of your dignity. Rape you of what you once had. You let them walk all over you, spit on your carreer and laugh at the faces of SCW. You're disgraceful. You make me sick. You make me wish you weren't apart of the original SCW. The SCW that I built. That Chad Evans built. That CHBK built. The three biggest names in SCW in the past.. right there in one moment. We captured the essence on what it was like to be an SCW wrestler. You didn't have to look the part, you didn't need a 6 pac of muscles, and 23 inch biceps. All you needed was a heart, and a will to win. A will to be the best. We had that. We had a spirit that nobody could crush. We came under seige by other promotions, we came under seige from each other. But in the end.. I stood tall. I stood tall over bloody wrestlers. I stood tall in SCW. And I kept dominating. I made an impact. I made a wave. I started something that nobody could control. And now look at that wave. It's a tsunami by now. Look around at SCW. Look around at everyone with their arrogant grins. Look around at the backstabbing friends. The ones who will do anything for a win. SCW was built around what I help start. It was once something you helped start to Mayhem. The underdog one day being the champion. But you blew it. You blew it then, and you'll blow it now. Speed- This Breakdown coming up.. it's going to be an easy win for me. It's going to be a match that I won't need to prepare for, or think about. I won't even need to beat you.. you'll beat yourself. You'll end up with the rest of SCW's past. Nothing more then a name. A name that gets forgotten as time goes on. Beating you this week, is just a small step for me. It's just a small step to prove to everyone.. that I'm better then them. I'm better then anyone in SCW. And what it all comes down to.. is crossing some names off my list. I've got targets, I've got goals. And I've got some ass kickings to deal out. Breakdown is just my friendly stroll down to the fighting arena. Bring your best Mayhem. Bring your best, and throw it all at me. Do that for me.. and I might get a good chuckle at knowing.. that when you step in the ring with me. Even on your best day. You'll never win. The only question that I have to ask myself.. is will I make you tap out? Or will I just knock you out? Either way, you're going to get a good dose of reality. And when it's all said and done. You'll need to be put into detox from an overdose of it. Until then, I'll keep my ears open for you Mayhem. If there's anything I still love to here, it's the bullshit and whining that spews from your mouth. Till then, I'll just be keeping it real. -End Rp- [/align] |
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| The Real Speed | May 29 2007, 09:40 AM Post #3 |
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Spam God..The Shinigami of SCW, and better then you
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[align=center] OOC- Didn't feel like rping. One By One -- ***Speed is sitting inside a veterninary clinic with Mr.Wuffles. A few other pet owners are there as well. Some with their sick dogs, other with their cats as well. Speed is eyeing down an old dog who is surely there to be put to sleep. The dog looks away as Speed squints his eyes at him.*** Speed- That's what I thought.. biatch. ***Mr.Wuffles is next in line. He is there today for his flea shots, and to have is claws trimmed. As the vetrinaran calls them in, Speed glances at the old dog again and smirks before heading inside the vet room.*** Speed- So basically what we need done today is flea shots and a claw trim. Vet- Alright. That should take us just a few hours. Speed- Good. He's all yours. ***Speed hands Mr.Wuffles to the vet and heads out of the room. Mr.Wuffles does a puzzling meow as Speed leaves.*** Vet- Now this might hurt a bit. ***The vet grabs one of her needles for the flea shot and squirts it a few time. Mr.Wuffles jumps off the table and hides underneath a desk while meowing softly.*** -- ***Speed is standing inside a dimmly lit room, where a cluttered desk takes up the majority of the space. A man sits back in the shadows and puffs on a cigar before leaning forward. He has on a old 1930's looking hat, and is wearing a very weathered looking suit.*** Man- You want names? Speed- I want you to investigate this for me. Man- My fees are still the same Speed. Speed- Money isn't an option. I want whatever you can dig up. Call me next week with whatever you find. ***Speed hands the man an envelope full of cash, and a picture of Jason on it. The man takes the envelope and sticks it inside his suit.*** Speed- Find out who took him down. And give me all the dirt you got on them. Man- As you wish Speed. Pleasure doing business. ***Speed bids the man adou as he heads out the door. The man he was speaking to is his old friend from the streets. The two timer as they called him. He sold anyone out for the right price. Lately he had decided to get into the Private Eye business, and Speed would be one of his first customers. His job was to use his sources to infiltrate SCW, and find out just who exactly took down The Wall. Whatever happened from there was none of his business, as long as the money was in his pocket it didn't matter who he had to sell out.*** -- ***Speed is just exiting the Private Investigators office, and hopping in his car when his gets a text message on his cell phone. Taking a quick glance at it, he notices it's from Jason in the hospital who wants him to stop by. Speed look in his rearview mirror quickly before making a quick U Turn and driving off towards the hospital. *** -- ***Speed enters into Jasons hospital room where he is watching some television. His lunch is beside him barely touched as he nods at Speed entering.*** Speed- What's up? Jason- Nothing. Just bored over here. Figured you'd want to come over and talk. Speed- I told you man. I'll find out who did this to you. Jason- I meant about what happened on Breakdown. Speed- Like I said on the phone. Sorry, shit got out of hand. Jason- I really did quit though. I'm not working for you anymore. Speed- That's fine. I've got other plans at the moment. I think you should leave SCW for now. Jason- Contract is signed man. I'm on Breakdown whether anyone likes it or not. Speed- Actually, the contract states that you work for the company, not Breakdown. I checked with Drachewych. I think your best bet right now is to go to Majestic. They could use someone like you down there. Jason- The rookie federation? Speed- They've got talent. Don't let the development part of their federation fool you. You need the work anyways. You're not gonna get anything done on Breakdown. At least if you ain't working for me. Jason- You really think I should go? Speed- Eventaully yeah. Stick around a few more weeks, think it over. I mean we've still got someone to beat down before we're completly through. Jason- I'll think about it. Alloco runs it right? Speed- Yeah. And he's a good businessman. You could secure yourself a sweet spot in Majestic. Maybe even win yourself a title or two. Then when you get good enough, you can come back up to Breakdown. I'll still be there. Jason- Like I said, I'll think about it. Where's Mr.Wuffles? Speed- Vets office. He's gotta get his flea shots. Jason- Ooo.. he hates those. Speed- That's why I'm here, and not there. Ha. ***Speed and Jason continue their discussion to pass the time. An hour passes by until Speed checks his watch and has to leave to go get Mr.Wuffles from the vets.*** -- ***Back at the vets office, Mr.Wuffles has finally been coaxed out from under the desk with a bowl of milk, and some tuna on the side. His greed is his downfall as the vet scoops him up quickly and pokes him with the needle. He lets out a defeated meow as she injects his vaccine. Speed walks into the room just as she pulls the needle out.*** Speed- Finally got it in him eh? Vet- Yeah. He's a slippery one. Speed- So I take it we never got to the claws? Vet- Unfortunatly not. If you'd like you can leave him here overnight. Speed- Nah, that's alright. I'll just get a scratching post for him. Anyways. I'll pay on my Visa. ***Speed takes Mr.Wuffles who is pissed off at the moment, and heads to the cashier to pay for the shots.*** -- ***Later that evening, Speed is lying around on his bed and channel surfing. He finds an intresting documentary on Gorrilas and watches it for a few minutes. Mr.Wuffles is laying on the edge of the bed sleeping, as Speed pets him with his feet. Mr.Wuffles meows at him a little and jumps off the bed.*** Speed- Oh come on, you want fleas? I had to take you today. Mr.Wuffles- Meow!! Speed- Fine, fuck you to buddy. You'll come crawling back when you figure out you can't use a can opener. ***Mr.Wuffles crawls underneath the bed to resume sleeping as Speed lets out a yawn and stretches. He grabs his personal video recorder to crank out some trash talk before Breakdown. The psychological edge has always been his favourite pastime, as he wipes the groginess out of his eyes and turns his camera on.*** Speed- All quiet on the western front. Great movie, really makes me wonder right now though. The ending is what I'm eluding to. Nothing is going on.. Mayhem hasn't even shown his face in the last week. And things are looking clear. But the minute I poke my head up to survey the area.. I'll get shot. Right in the head. Like I said.. it's quiet out here. A bit to quiet. So what's up Mayhem? Are you out juicing yourself up? Shooting some steroids and pumping them irons? Are you training to be the better man against me? Or are you just being a coward who hides underneath a rock. A coward that knows he'll never achieve greatness. A coward that is scared to face the Supremicist of SCW. What's going through your head right now Mayhem? Is it finally sinking in? Is it? That you will face The Real Speed one on one. A match that holds alot of value for you. A match that could very well propel you into stardom here in SCW. And yet.. just another day for me. Another day of taking my foot, and shoving it up someones ass. Does it make you nervous? Knowing that you finally have a chance to prove to everyone that you don't suck. That you don't just lead a miserable life, and have a failure to show for a carreer. I'd be nervous if I was you. I'd be more nervous as to what I might do to you. I'm not exactly the nicest guy in that ring. Ask Christian Savior. I've humiliated him all year. I've denied him at every twist and turn in his life. I've held him down, while I took the spotlight. Mental damage sure beats physical damage. Look at him now.. a lost cause. He doesn't know what the hell he needs to do in life anymore. Kind of like what happened to you. When you left SCW. When you failed to achieve your goal of one day being the SCW Champion. Hell.. even one day achieving the minor goal of holding any sort of SCW title. You used to have such promise Mayhem. You used to be a winner. Where did you go wrong? Or did SCW just evolve into greatness.. and leave you in the dust? Are you just another Trevor Gelinas? The man who once was. Or are you more like Steve Griffin? A man who retired with dignity and self respect, rather then to be slapped around by the likes of myself. Or are you your own breed of failure? The Mayhem Effect. A man that is incapable of achieving anything worth braggin about, and will always be deemed obsolete compared to myself. It seems alot of our SCW "superstars" have the Mayhem Effect. At least you can take pride in knowing you're not the only one to have this problem. Just the first. Speed- So when are you gonna give it up Mayhem? When are you going to finally realize that SCW is no longer your home. That SCW doesn't need.. nor want you. That people like me, are the reason SCW lives on. That an SCW Original such as myself, can still maintain his stardom years later. That a man like myself could start off so small. So unnoticed and under appreciated. Only to one day be the very lifeblood that SCW feeds on. We don't need you Mayhem. We don't need losers. We need winners, we need those with passion and heart inside of them. Not some washed up never has been, and never will be. But don't worry. If you don't want to leave SCW, at least leave wrestling. I hear we're hiring a new janitor this week. Maybe you can apply for that position. Then at least you can truthfully say that "You're cleaning up SCW." About as close as you'll ever get to achieving that goal. But furthermore.. the saddest part of it all. I won't even need to try to beat you Mayhem. I'll just walk into the ring, smile at the fans, maybe wave at them. And then slap you in the ankle lock and watch you tap out. I guess the real challenge in this, is trying to beat you before they stop playing my music. But hey.. with Mitch Doogan gone from SCW. I guess you can be his stand in. I might even do you the privelage of announcing you to the ring. "SCW's Resident Loser.... MAAAYYHEEEEMMM!" Man I'd be good at that. We can even make you a shirt to wear that says "I suck" and on the back it can read. "I really do." I'd make a killing off that shirt, 70-30 split.. watcha say Mayhem? Wanna make a quick buck? No? Fine, be that way. You'll never come close to the millions that I make around here. Anyways. Back to the main point here. I'm better then you. Always have been. Always will be. I will beat you on Breakdown, I will do it in fashion. Then I will hunt down the son of a bitch who attacked The Wall last week, and make him pay with his life. Have a great day Mayhem, and don't worry to much. Everyone loses to me, it's part of me being better then the world. ***With that Speed winks at the camera before turning it off and resuming his life of watching TV, petting Mr.Wuffles and thinking of random shit.*** -End Rp- [/align] |
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| Mayhem | May 29 2007, 07:32 PM Post #4 |
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Role-play title: [align=center] Speeding to Greatness [/align] Prelude: What I realize is that to avoid the approximate occasion of expiring here, I need to really pick up my pace. Because at the tempo that I’m competing in, there’s no way I’ll be able to main event Rise to Greatness or any show for that matter. The only time I’ll ever headline something is probably at the year 2012, and that’s if I get lucky and if more Mitch Doogans join the roster. So what I really need to do is basically speed up! Speed it to the max and let nobody hold me back. Even if there is a muscle girl with a green skirt around her waist standing in a corner trying to finger me- I’m not going to let Davey MacGregor stand in my way. Because ladies and Gentlemen, my time is now…not tomorrow, not the day after, not next month but right now! And sure, you can always look at my recent history and say what type of failure I am because of all the matches I lost. Well…if you look at my LAST match, you would know that I was smart enough to throw Adam Riddick out of the ring and pin Sam Madison after he received a frog splash. Or…you can take a look at all the matches I competed in where I produced no effort whatsoever. So those matches would be like me vs. Donovan Kyle or Brian Skinny. You can also check my match when I fought Chris Lawler. Now this match stuck out of them all. Why? Because I lost the match…on purpose. That’s right, I heard the fact that Chris didn’t win a match since returning and while I on the other hand at least won a “few” I decided to play around with the kid and give him the win at the end. So Christopher…you’re welcome. But the reason I say my time is now, is because I’m not off facing guys like Brax Warfield, David Grenier, Lenne Perez, Sam Madison, or divas like Liana Lewis…its because I’m facing my toughest opponent thus far…The Real Speed. Oh Speedy, me and you go way back huh? All the way back to what uhh…2004. It was about the time when you were stealing the show…literally. And you had everything going the way you wanted when -poof!- Mr. Drachewych suddenly ordered Mr. White to schedule a match between you and me. But you know, without thinking back to our old past, I really have to say that I admire you for what you have done. All of the matches you won, all the things you pulled, all the controversy you started…I admire that, I really do. And what I admire the most is not your cockiness or your oversized ego because I tend to look past that; but I admire you because –you- Speed…are confident. You know what you want, and that’s why you get it. Well…the SCW champion is of course an exception but other then that; you got everything you wished for. The hatred, the critics, the conflicts, the drugs, the alcohol…everything! But this is where I beg the question…why are you so confident!? How do you just walk down the ramp –knowing- you shiz don’t stink and beat your opponents senseless. I know you’re a hardcore legend and all…but how do you do it? Even though you might respond by saying “Because I’m that good” or “Because I’m the best wrestler this company has to offer” I think that there’s another reason why you were able to climb the mountain and reach success faster then anybody else in SCW. But I’m not going to clarify that just yet, what I’m going to do now is look for a mentor. Yeah you heard me; I’m going to search all over Oklahoma to find a valuable coach to train me. Because unlike you Speed, I do admit at times when I need help or when I need some type of improvement in order to become better, and that’s why I will humble myself and actually take advice instead of giving it. So while you’re at your hunt looking for the person that harmed “The Wall” I’ll be searching for a trainer that can take me to whole different heights. Oh and by the way Speed…don’t think that I forgot about my title shot. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --/--The scene opens up in Mayhems penthouse where he’s seen lying on his bed flipping some yellow pages. He also has his phone next to him. After flickering few sites, he stops on a page and places his index finger on it. He then scrolls down and stops. Next, he picks up his telephone and dials the number that states in the text. After dialing it, the ringing is heard on the other line when somebody suddenly picks up. --/-- Mayhem- Hello, my name is Benjamin and I was wondering if I could speak to uhh---Mr. Conway. *Waits for reply* Uh I see, well is there any other way I can contact him or should I just call later? *Waits for reply* He’s at his house? Well I suppose you’re not to allowed to give out his phone number right? *Waits for reply* you’ll give it out anyway? *Waits for reply* Alright thanks…and don’t worry I wont tell a soul. *Waits for reply* Oh hold up, let me get a pen first. --/--Mayhem rolls over and stretches his arm to his little dresser and grabs a pen that was lying on top of it. He then writes down Mr. Conway’s phone number on the yellow pages after the assistant has given it to him. --/-- Mayhem- Alright thank you very much, I appreciate it. --/-- Mayhem then hangs up the phone and calls up Mr. Conway --/-- Mayhem- Hello is this Mr. Conway speaking? *Waits for reply* Hello Mr. Conway my name is Benjamin and *Gets interrupted* well uhh—I’m not supposed to tell you. *Waits for reply* No I’m not a stalker Mr. Conway. *Waits for reply* what I want is for you to train me. *Waits for reply* Yes exactly, you see I have been doing some Google search and I found your name. I didn’t see any pictures or anything but I heard you’re a wrestling coach and your trained one of the best wrestlers around. *Waits for reply* Yeah, so I was thinking maybe you can help me out as well. *Waits for reply* 100 dollars an hour?! *Waits for reply* *sigh* I Guess I’ll take it. So where do you want to meet? *Waits for reply* Alright, I’ll see you at the park then. What time? *Waits for reply* Right now? *Waits* Dang…alright, you seem kinda bossy but whatever I guess I’ll meet you in 15 minutes. *Mr. Conway suddenly hangs up without even saying goodbye.* Mayhem- Looks like Mr. Conway likes to act like a big guy huh? Well hopefully I’ll learn a thing or two from him. And even though the park is only few minutes away, I’ll just chill here for a bit so I don’t have to wait for his raggedy ass to come. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In scene two we see Minimi and Michelle hanging out in Mayhems living room. On the glass table, Minimi set up 2 cups with two plates under them. In the middle of the table a coffee pot is set between the two cups. While Minimi bends over to grab the milk because he already has the coffee poured in his cup, Michelle opens up a dialog. Michelle- So this is how it’s going to be? Minimi- What do you mean? Michelle- Me sleeping in the bedroom, and you sleeping in the couch… Minimi- I guess so… Michelle- Don’t you just want to go home? Minimi- Well, yeah but if you feel insecure staying here alone then I guess I’ll be here with you. Michelle- *sigh* I’m sorry. Minimi- Meh, it’s alright…you are after all my cousins friend so I guess it’s not really a problem. Michelle- I tell you what. --/--After pouring his milk into his coffee Minimi grabs his teaspoon and adds two teaspoons of sugar to go with the coffee. --/-- Michelle- What up? Michelle- How about to make things more comfortable for both of us, and what I mean by that is; why don’t you just join me when we go to sleep? Minimi- *Sigh* Michelle, its no problem sleeping in the couch, I just want you to feel safe that’s all. And I don’t mean by having somebody on your side 24/7. You just need to chill. Michelle- I know Mini, but things are just moving way too fast for me. I just came out of the hospital, Mayhem just won a match, Police tried to question me the other day…everything is just so freaking hectic. Minimi- I understand, but that’s why you need to take things slow. Everything is under control. Michelle- *sigh* Minimi- Look, Anthony is in jail, you’re protected in Benny’s crib, I’m only few blocks away…what can possibly go wrong. Michelle- Yo— Minimi- and Mayhem finally won a match…about time. Michelle- *laughs* you’re right Minimi. Minimi- Well, when you think that you’re ready to stand on your two feet then you can tell me I’m right. Michelle- Alright, I guess I just need few more nights. Minimi- Whatever it takes. Michelle- So did you tell Mayhem that I finally returned home? Minimi- No I didn’t get a chance to talk him, but I bet he’s overwhelmingly happy that he finally pulled out a victory. --/--The scene quickly fades and opens back up in the park where Mayhem is supposed to meet his new Coach. --/-- Mayhem- Where the freak is Mr. Conway?!?!?! --Mayhem is seen walking back and forth trying to find his coach even though he has no idea how he looks like.-- [align=center] back to the living room [/align] Michelle- I bet he is, he’s probably taking a day off as we speak. Minimi- Yeah and he probably bought a whole bottle of Champaign just for himself *laughs* [align=center] back to the park [/align] Mayhem- 15 minutes already passed Mr. Conway!!!! Why the “§$% are you not here yet?!?! -A kid in the park that’s walking with his mom turns to his mother’s attention and asks…- Kid- Mom, why is that man over there cursing to himself. The Mother- I don’t know Mark, he’s probably a mad man. Kid- What do you think made him so mad? The Mother- I don’t know, but by the looks of it, he probably attempted suicide…and failed. [align=center] back to the living room [/align] Michelle- *Laughs* Definitely! And on top of that, he’s most likely singing to himself right now. [align=center] back to the park [/align] Mayhem- PIKA BOO…Mr. CONWAY…I DON’T SEE YOU?! The Mother- Oh my gosh! Kid- What is it mom. The Mother- the man is insane beyond measure! -The mother suddenly grabs her cell phone from her purse and dials a number.- Kid- Are you calling the police? The Mother- No Mark, of course not? Kid- Who are you calling then? The Mother-……Animal control. [align=center] back to the living room [/align] Minimi- *Laughs* Yeah, but you know what’s messed up though? Michelle- Whats that? Minimi- He’s all by himself you know. Like, being on the road occasionally gets lonely, especially when you have no one by your side. Michelle- True, but hey…maybe he’ll find a friend that will ride along. Minimi- Maybe…after all, his buddy Mr. Showtime did return. Michelle- Oh yeah that’s right, so maybe he’s with him at the moment. Minimi- Who knows. [align=center] back to the park [/align] ???- Benjamin? -Mayhem turns around and sees nobody. He then looks down and…- [align=center] [/align] Mayhem- Umm…how can I help you sir? ???- Well...I can ask you the same thing. Mayhem- Wait…are you-no it can’t be! You’re not Mr. Conway are you? ???- I sure am. Mayhem-… Mr. Conway- What…is there a problem. Mayhem- Well…uh…*scratches the back of his head* I just thought…uhh… Mr. Conway- Thought what? Mayhem- Well….I just thought that you would have been a bit bigger. Mr. Conway- Oh…Don’t worry maggot, I’m big where it counts. Mayhem-……oh….. Mr. Conway- Well… Mayhem- And you’re supposed to be the trainer I should be paying? *scratches his head again* Mr. Conway- Why not? You don’t think I have what it takes to take you to the top huh maggot?! You think only because I’m smaller then the average human beings that I can’t be a vicious animal when I fight HUH?! Well look at the last guy who tried “§$% with me. --Mr. Conway puts his hands in his pockets and pulls out a picture; he then throws it on the grass-- [align=center] [/align] --Mayhem looks at the picture and his eyes light right up— Mayhem- Oh man… Mr. Conway- That’s right maggot, I’m a force not be reckon with ya hear. Just ask Octavio. Mayhem- Octavio? Mr. Conway- The man that tried to start “§$% with me in the club. You see, all it took was one hit from this baby. *begins to rub his bat* Mayhem- Umm…you’re telling me that…that thing busted his head wide open? Mr. Conway- What, you don’t believe me?!?! Mayhem- no, no, I’m not saying that Conway— Mr. Conway- MISTER CONWAY! --Mayhem backs up a bit due that he’s amazed a midget can shout so loud— Mayhem- *clears throat* Mr. Conway…it’s just that I thought you used your own knuckles to make him bleed you know. Mr. Conway- oh…well he didn’t piss me off that much. Mayhem-… Mr. Conway- So what is it maggot? Are you going to hire me or not, because if not I’ll just go back to my job. Mayhem- Wait…you have a job? Mr. Conway- Well a part time job. Mayhem- Oh, what do you do. Mr. Conway- I’m a pimp *smiles* Mayhem- pimp… Mr. Conway- Yeah you know…a man that owns Hos. Mayhem- I know what you mean… Mr. Conway- But hey…you’re an SCW superstar aren’t you? Mayhem- Yes, yes I am. Mr. Conway- Then you would know Sarah Punche right? Mayhem- Meh…heard of her. Mr. Conway- Well tell her that I made a mistake last week. Mayhem- What do you mean? Mr. Conway- Well I was going to give the employees 40 percent last week because the girls really impressed me. Then I just remembered that I’m trying to purchase this new hot car that I’m interested in. So I need to her to get me back 20%. -Mayhem just stands there speechless- Mr. Conway- *sigh* just tell her that Daddy wants a word with her. Mayhem- Will do. Mr. Conway- So…what is it maggot? Mayhem- Well…I do need the help, and you do look determined to help me out so…..why not? --Mayhem smiles and offers his hand to Mr. Conway; Mr. Conway however just passes by him and orders him to follow him to his car. As they leave the area Mayhem tries to figure out where Mr. Conway’s ride is located.-- Mayhem- Yo where’s your car? Mr. Conway- Right there baby. *Points it out* [align=center] [/align] Mayhem- …you can’t be for real Mr. Conway- *chuckles* oh its real baby, that right there is a 2006 Polaris Ranger 2x4. --Mr. Conway and Mayhem then cross the street and hop on Conway’s ride. Mr. Conway then starts the engine and drives away.-- [align=center] The Real F`n Deal! [/align] Scene 3 opens up in Anthony’s cell, where we see him just blankly starring at the wall. Suddenly, his cell-mate Richard enters the cell and taps him on his back. Richard- Hey god, what up. Anthony- Just chillen man…I’m bored as F*** Richard- I feel you, but hey, today is visiting day. Anthony- Word? Richard- Yeah man… Anthony- Aint nobody gonna visit me man. Richard- Whys that? Anthony- Because I talked to my parents earlier and they told me that their not visiting till next month. Richard- Oh…sorry to hear that man. Anthony- It’s cool. --Anthony then picks up a tennis ball which he found and begins to bounce it on the wall to kill some time. Anthony- Anybody ever visit you? Richard- Nope…my fam don’t give a rats ass about me. The only fam I got is the ones that are locked up in here. Anthony- Oh…dang man, that’s just messed up. Richard- Heh, its life yo. --Suddenly a banging from the cell doors are heard and a police officer is seen in his uniform calling Anthony.— Police officer- Hey Anthony…you got a visitor! --Anthony drops the ball in shock and looks at the cop.— Richard- *laughs* well it seems like life can be sweet sometimes huh? Anthony- True that god, but I don’t know who in the world could be visiting me. --Anthony then gets up and follows the officer. When he enters the visitation room to meet his visitor, Anthony spots a dark skinned man behind the bulletproof glass. After the officer leads Anthony to his chair, Anthony takes a seat and picks up the phone next to him.-- Anthony- Umm….hello? Visitor- Nice to meet you Anthony, my name is Johnson. Anthony- Uh, nice to meet you “Johnson” but do I know you? Johnson- Actually, no…but I assume you know my main man Charlie. --Anthony’s eye pop right out as he hears the mention of Charlie…the main antagonized that him and Mayhem faced for months.-- Anthony- What the?!---you…you’re down with Charlie. Johnson- I am, but before you get a nervous breakdown, let me clarify that I-or Charlie have nothing to do with Michelle getting hurt. Anthony- What do you know about Michelle? Johnson- Nothing much, just that she was working with our organization for nearly 15 years before she turned her back on us and joined Mayhem. Anthony- And you’re telling me you took no offence when she left you niggas? Johnson- We did…but it wasn’t worth getting Michelle, because the fact of the matter is that Mayhem was always our first priority. Anthony- Man, why are you dudes on Mayhems case so much. Johnson- Because the man cost us a lot of money boy. Charlie warned him clearly too just lay down when he was in that fetal four way but your boy decided to be a tough guy and costed us even more money. Anthony- How much money did you guys loose because of him anyways? Johnson- Well before we met him we bet ten thousand dollars for him to beat Josh Hudson and Proof, but after failing to pick up the victory it was then when Charlie told him to loose on the following Breakdown so not only can Charlie retrieve his money back but so he can get twice as much, because on that match he placed 20 grand. Anthony- 20 grand?! Johnson- 20 grand… Anthony- *sigh* Well…why did you come here then? Johnson- Well after hearing that you got locked up and all, I thought that I could help you. Anthony- Help me? Johnson- Yes, I’m willing to make a deal with you. Anthony- Oh boy what is it? Johnson- I think its clearer then broad day light that me, Charlie and the rest of the crew want a piece of Mayhem. Anthony- *tst* man, you know I can— Johnson- Look, I need you to fool Mayhem. Anthony- I knew it. Johnson- Just listen. We both know that your friend aint a true friend man, we both know that . And we also know that out of all the places on earth, this is the last “resort” you would want to die in. So why don’t you just accept the fact that freedom and family is much more important then the person that put you hear. Anthony- Okay look, Mayhem didn’t put me here. Johnson- Well that’s what you think. But why do you think he kept silent in the courtroom Anthony. Because he already told the cops that the only person that could have entered his house was you! Anthony- What…nah I don’t believe that. Johnson- Believe what you want, but its too evident man. Mayhem was so depressed and hurt when he saw what happened to Michelle that he “needed” for someone to pay for it. Anthony- *Covers his eyes with his right hand* Johnson- Look man, don’t take it to the head alright. That’s just life; you always think that you have somebody that you can trust when the same person that you put your faith in has no trust in –you-. But this is why I want to conclude this. --Anthony puts his hand down and exposes his red, teary eyes as he focuses on Johnson-- Johnson- You call Mayhem up in about a week or two, and tell him that you know who knows who harmed Michelle. Tell him you know where he stays at. Then I want you to appoint him to me. Anthony- How do I know where you live? Johnson- Tell him to contact the manager of the club where he met Charlie, and once he does so tell him to ask for…Johnson. And once I get him on the phone, I’ll tell him if he wants to know all the info, he needs to bring 20 grand and meet me live. And I…I mean “we” will take care of the rest from there. Anthony- And what I do get for return? Johnson- you’ll get out of here while somebody replaces you. Anthony. And who will be the one to replace me? Johnson- The man that harmed Michelle! -Anthony just sits there speechless while Johnson places the phone back to its original setting. Johnson then gets up and leaves Anthony’s view, the scene then fades to black.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --/--the scene opens up again in the middle of the road where Mr. Conway is in the driving seat while Mayhem is right next to him on the passenger seat.--/-- Mr. Conway- Alright maggot, time for your first lesson. Mayhem- Wait…before, this goes on any longer, I just want you to know why you keep calling me maggot. Mr. Conway- Well, I realize that Mayhem is a 6 letter word, and so is maggot, so I decided to change your name and give you one that fits you best. Mayhem- And whys that? Mr. Conway- Because quite frankly you have no idea how to wrestle, you have no idea how to compete in the ring. And that my friend is shameful. Mayhem- Another question. What do you know about me? Mr. Conway- Well the moment you called me up, I knew who you were. Because just by the sound of the voice you sounded so desperate for help…and on top of that I realized it was you, the SCW Mayhem that was calling. Mayhem- Were you kinda shocked or amazed that I called you up? Mr. Conway- Why should I? Did you not hear that I trained the best of the best, so why should have I been so amazed when you called? --Mayhem keeps silent.— Mr. Conway- Well, till you get in the right shape and I see you perform like…well a wrestler in the ring, I’ll call you by your proper name. Mayhem- Deal. But where are we going now? Mr. Conway- We are going to a club my friend. Mayhem- Umm…why? Mr. Conway- Because you…are going to get some phone numbers tonight. *grins* Mayhem- Umm…why? Mr. Conway- BECAUSE…this will test you confidence level. Tonight we will see if you got what it takes to defeat your next opponent The Real Speed. Mayhem- What do you know about Speed? Mr. Conway- Listen man, I’m a big SCW fan alright…I watch the shows and I enjoy them. So stop asking me stupid questions. Mayhem- Alright, but what does have getting phone numbers have anything to do with my match up with speed? Mr. Conway- Didn’t you just hear what I said?! Mayhem- … Mr. Conway- Look maggot, when I watch you on Breakdown, it’s like watching retarded hos in action. You don’t know where to hit your opponent to get them real F`d. And the way you do your moves man… Mayhem- Whats wrong with my moves? Mr. Conway- Well for example, when you attempt to hit a DDT, I’m not sure whether or not you’re trying to hit a DDT or if you’re trying to bite your opponents neck. Mayhem- Then how do you know it was a DDT after all? Mr. Conway- …I listen to the table announcers. --Mayhem is left in silence once again.— Mr. Conway- what I’m trying to say is that you need confidence. When entering the ring you have to own the ring not just run in circle or what you like to call…wrestling. You have to entertain the crowd with your ambition, with your endurance, and your will to win. Because if they think that you’re just in the ring because you got lost in the arena, then of course their going to boo you and that is going to just make you more nervous. So this is why we’re hitting the clubs…because I want to see how much self-esteem you got, and how you get along with the ladies. Mayhem- Alright. Mr. Conway- Now let me ask you a question, because I want to see what your reaction would be if you ever got into these situations. Mayhem- Okay, shoot. Mr. Conway- Now you have a girlfriend right, and you’re going over her house to hang out. But the problem is, when you enter the house you see at least 2 brothers, 3 sisters, 2 uncles and just a random man that things he’s with the family. Mayhem- Okay… Mr. Conway- Now you’re in the living room, sitting on the couch with her right next to you. But she looks unhappy due that’s it’s a full house. She then turns her head to you and asks what should we do? What do you say? And you can’t plan to leave the house. Mayhem- Uhm…I’ll tell her it’s not the size of the boat it’s the motion in the ocean. --Mr. Conway immediately parks his vehicle at the side of the road.— Mr. Conway- WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! Mayhem- I don’t know man, I wasn’t really sure how to answer so I just said what first popped in my head. Mr. Conway- Okay out! Mayhem- What? You can’t just leave me in the middle of the road like this! Mr. Conway- How the heck do you come up with something stupid like that? Mayhem- I’m sorry but— Mr. Conway- Listen! Consider this as strike 1! And once you get to strike three, you’ll get struck in the head with my bat you hear?! Mayhem- Alright man…lets just move on. Mr. Conway- *mumbles to himself* It’s not the size of the boat it’s the motion in the ocean. --Mr. Conway then shakes his head in disgust and starts the engine again and drives off— [align=center] after the club [/align] --/-- The scene reopens 2 hours outside a parking lot in front of a building. Mayhem and Mr. Conway are still sitting in the 2x4.--/-- Mr. Conway- *Looks at Mayhems arm* not bad maggot, I must say I am impressed. Mayhem- *grins* Why thank you Con—I mean Mr. Conway, I must say I am pleased as well. Mr. Conway- 4 numbers in one day huh? Mayhem- Indeed. Mr. Conway- Sahara, Jessica, Diana, and Amy. I guess these are the lucky four you met today huh? Mayhem- They sure are, and I got all four to sign their name on my arm WITH…their phone numbers. Mr. Conway- Amazing…but I can’t believe how fast you picked up the pace though. Mayhem- What do you mean? Mr. Conway- Well at first when I was watching you make your moves, the first 3 girls just dissed you. But when I left to the bathroom and came back, you already had Sahara and Jessica on your arm. Mayhem- *gulp* yeah I mean—I’m quite fast *laughs nervously* Mr. Conway- And then when I left to the car to see if my bat was still there, Diana and Amy joined the party huh? Mayhem- Heh, I guess so. Mr. Conway- Well Mayhem, only thing left to say is…you got some very ugly handwriting. --Mr. Conway slaps Mayhem in the back of the head and steps out of his car.-- Mr. Conway- Now come, its time for lesson two. --Mayhem goes to step out of the car but accidentally hits his head at the top of it. – Mr. Conway- You alright? Mayhem- Yeah I’m fine, I ju— --Mr. Conway walks around and moves Mayhem to the side. He then checks on the car to make sure Mayhem didn’t damage it -- Mr. Conway- Next time watch what you’re doing. --Mr. Conway then walks away as Mayhem follows him while still holding unto his head. When the two enter the building, they walk across an empty basketball court— Mayhem- Man, about the club thing…it’s not really my thing just to pick up girls. I’m kind off a different person Mr. Conway. I’ll only try to get at a girl if I’m really digging her, not just because she looks good. Mr. Conway- Don’t worry about it. I seen potential in you the moment you entered the club. I could have sensed you didn’t like the idea of it but you still did it. So no worries. Mayhem- Well…what are we doing here? Mr. Conway- Here I’m going to actually teach you to how to wrestle. Mayhem- Here? Mr. Conway- Well it’s the only place I can afford. Mayhem- Oh alright. Mr. Conway- But I think its time for you to meet the person you’re going to wrestle with? Mayhem- Wait, you got somebody to wrestle me? Mr. Conway- Yes… Mayhem- *grins* Alright, I can’t wait. -Mr. Conway whistles and the doors from the opposite side of the court open up and a man with a donkey on a leash walk through. They then approach Conway and Mayhem and greet each other.- Mr. Conway- Maggot, I would like to meet you a very good friend of mine. -The man stretches his arm and Mayhem shakes it- Mr. Conway- This is Bob Maggot, me and him go way back. Mayhem- Pleasure meeting you Bob. Bob- Likewise. Mr. Conway- And he…right there is the person you’re going to be competing with. Mayhem- Umm…actually I think I’m supposed to be facing him this Wednesday on Breakdown!. Mr. Conway- Very funny maggot…but lets see how amusing you think this is when you go toe-to-toe with this animal. Mayhem- Wait!...you don’t really expect me to wrestle a donkey now do you? Mr. Conway- Actually…I do. --With the said Bob and Mr. Conway walk away and take a seat on the benches.— Bob- So who is this man William? Mr. Conway- He’s Mayhem…a professional wrestler, he called me earlier today and asked for help. Bob- Wait…Mayhem from SCW?! Mr. Conway- Yeah. Bob- Wow…I can’t believe a man from SCW would actually ask you to be their mentor. Mr. Conway- …Me neither. --The scene goes back to where Mayhem is standing-- Mayhem- So Speed…you really think you can defeat me huh!? You think because your mouth holds those oversized teeth that it gives you a right to yap on and on. Well, I got some bad news Speedy boy. If you have the urge to talk so much trash why don’t you just say it to their face huh? --back to the benches-- Bob- What the heck is he doing? Mr. Conway- Shh…this sounds interesting. --back to Mayhem— Mayhem- Why don’t you just show some balls and confront a person face to face when you have something to say? Do you even have balls Speed? Actually, come to think about it I think you do. But too bad their up your ass and they belong to “The Wall” because every time when he’s in your corner you always feel “cocky”. But maybe this is why he’s also spending some time at the hospital right now. Because somebody from the roster doesn’t enjoy your cowardness. And they took it out on your buddy over there. But you know what Speed? I think that your time is up because quite frankly…you lost your chance to grab the big one. And even thought you made it clear in the back that you don’t want to be part of the Taking Hold of The Flame, you’re probably going to enter it anyways just to start more controversy. Well Speed, if I was you I would just call it quits and not even bother with it. All you’re doing now is get high and drunk and claim you’re the best one around here. Even though Greg Cherry defeated you fair and Square at Redemption. So why are you still running your mouth? Why are you still acting as if nobody can touch you when Cherry humiliated you in front of the whole world? Well, I’m going to let you answer that in your own spare time…right now I’m just going to leave you alone because I’m not going to waste my time making an ass out of you, because quite frankly…you already did that for me. --Mr. Conway stands up and calls Mayhem over. Mayhem takes a look at the donkey once more then walks to Mr. Conway.-- Mr. Conway- Hey, that was pretty funny. Mayhem- What? Mr. Conway- Comparing the donkey to your next opponent…I liked that. Mayhem- Well to tell you the truth Conway, I’m really tired right now. Lets just head back home. Mr. Conway- Alright. --After Mr. Conway and Mayhem pick up their things, they head back out to their vehicle-- Mr. Conway- So Mayhem how was it? Mayhem- *laughs* you mean how was the day? Mr. Conway- Yeah. Mayhem- Well I know I didn’t anything serious what happened today and I know I didn’t have actual training but I do have to admit, I do like your presence. Mr. Conway- Really? Mayhem- Of course…I mean I did learn few things from you. Mr. Conway- like what? Mayhem- Well, when you told me to be confident I think that’s the best advice anybody has ever given to me. Mr. Conway- I see. Mayhem- But you know I really have to head back to my penthouse but I’ll call you another time. Right now I have to catch some sleep; I have a big match to be ready for. Mr. Conway- Alright man. --Mayhem and Conway enter the 2x4 and head back home.-- [align=center] the next morning [/align] --Its 7:22 and “Every time we touch” begins to play. Mayhem quickly gets up and notices it’s his cell phone. He quickly stretches his arm to his dresser and picks it up-- Mayhem- *yawn* Hello? Minimi- Hey Mayhem its me. Mayhem- Oh what up. Minimi- Well, I just want to tell you that Michelle returned home. Mayhem- She did? How’s she doing? Minimi- Well she’s scared to be alone but other then that she’s fine. Mayhem- That’s cool but man I can’t talk right now, I have to hit the showers. I reek like ass right now. Minimi- *Laughs* Alright see ya. --After Mayhem ends the call he goes to the bathroom and showers.— :: 20 minutes later:: --After returning from the shower, his cell phone rings again. Mayhem goes to his bed and picks it up.-- Mayhem- Hello. ???- Hey, what up. Mayhem- SHOWTIME WHATS REALLY GOOD?! Mr. Showtime- Just chillen man, but hey I’m already at the arena. When are you coming over? Mayhem- In a few man, I just got to get my things ready. Mr. Showtime- Alright, I’ll catch you later. --Mayhem ends the call and throws his cell phone in his gym bag. – [align=center] Destroying Speeds Future [/align] The moment I been waiting for…Mayhem vs. The Real Speed! I just hope Speed that you know what’s in store for you, because this Breakdown, don’t expect an easy match up. Or no! You see man, it’s already known that I and you go back to 2004 where I was supposed to face you for the SCW champion and were I was finally supposed to be crowned. But unfortunately you knew that I was a man you were unable to beat. Because out of everybody else, I am the first wrestler ever that did not misunderstand you! I did not go walk around and trash talk you like everybody else did because I was smarter then that. I knew who I was facing and that’s why I was busting my ass day in and day out before I was going to fight you. However…you Speed couldn’t accept defeated, you just couldn’t let your SCW winning streak get destroyed so quickly. So Speed, you did something clever…you…quit! That’s right…you quit Speed. And anybody in the back that thinks you got fired just shows they don’t know you too well. And you probably also wondering why I say you that you left the industry. Well, let me break it down for you. Because you knew that you were not capable of defeating a powerhouse wrestler like myself, you did everything in your power to screw up. So when Oleska came back from vacation, and saw the carnage you made…he let you go of your contract. BUT YOU DID ALL OF THAT JUST TO GET FIRED! In so many words Speedy, you really were frightened to fight me, and that’s why we didn’t see you for over a year after that incident. But when you did return, and you made your little comeback…you shocked the whole world when you beat CHBK and Jay Gold in a triple threat match to go to Rise to Greatness. But remember in the beginning when I was asking how you are you just so confident. Well I think I can answer that quite easily. You see, the moment you returned you felt so much more comfortable because SCW was lacking one thing. And that one thing was Mayhem. And for that Speed, I give you credit. You returned to SCW at the right time, and you took advantage of it. You came back just in time and completed my foot steps. You came back to SCW and did what I intended to do at my first run, and that’s win the taking hold of the flame. And because of that…you were able to reach stardom, while I was at home. But see Speed, when you say that you are responsible of building SCW in its early stage along with CHBK and Chad Evans, it just proves how much brain cells alcohol can really destroy. Because I think you forgot the fact that I was SCW before SCW even started. So was CHBK, because both of us were affiliated with a rising company called CWF, but after it shut down Mr. Drachewych opened SCW. Now CWF created SCW to an extend, and it got wrestlers like me CHBK and Steve Griffin to start it. But because you decided to give Chad Evan some props, let me remind you of something. While I was gaining victory after victory, Oleska booked me in a match with Chad Evans. Now at this time Oleska didn’t like none of us, and the purpose of the match was to kill each other. But you know what Speed, that special edition of Breakdown never aired on television. And there was a freaking conspiracy behind it. Because that breakdown…me and Chad went one on one, and you know what happened Speed? Mr. Oleska came running down the ramp with a steel chair and tried to nail Chad Evans with it but hit me instead. But don’t worry, Chad got his share too when he turned around so we both were left on the ground drowning in our own blood. However, as the true warriors we truly were, both me and Chad began to climb back to our feet after a hellacious match. I of course at a bit of advantage because I had more time to rest due that Oleska nailed me first. But the fact is then when we successfully climbed to our feet; Chad turned around and received a Mayhem finisher!! And that’s when I landed on top of him for a 1….2……3!!!! But because Oleska was unsatisfied of the results, he made sure that anybody that logged into SCWs main sites to see the results, they would have seen “draw” between me and Chad. But anybody that was present that event knew I took the victory. Therefore, I was leading SCW way before Chad and you Speed. So this is why you should get prepared for an epic battle because I’m GOING TO REBUILD THE PAST…not you Speed. You already had your time but like I said…you failed. Therefore it gives me no other option but to destroy of what you have planned for the future. But that’s only if the SCW championship title is mentioned. If you plan to stay out of the SCW title frame then fine, I’ll stay out of your life, but otherwise…I’m going to get you to quit again Speedo. And this time I know you won’t be returning because I won’t be going anywhere. Now, with that said Speed, I think it’s clear to both of us who helped SCW in its early stage. But don’t get me wrong, I do realize you evolved SCW into something much greater! But…how many times are you going to say that. I mean, we all get that you started so much shiz here but when you keep mentioning how you did this and that for the company it really gets annoying. And it also takes away your bragging rights because now I ask “why don’t you just make it better”. I mean its time to evolve right? I don’t think anybody will be interested in SCW if it stays the way it does…so Speed, stop being repetitive, and stop acting like you created SCW all by yourself. Oh and, about the whole t-shirt thing…I was actually thinking about it and I think it’s a good idea. I mean why not make a quick buck. I could really start wearing those shirts after Breakdown because after our match Speed, the only thing I’ll suck at is at loosing. That’s right, because the moment I pin you like I pined the person that ended YOUR winning streak, I’ll be much more determined. Heck…I’ll be so motivated afterwards I don’t think it’ll be even possible to lose. Even if my future opponent put me in a coma, I think that if they do attempt to pin me I’ll just kick out because of natural reflexes. But hey Speed, I don’t want to go on forever with my rant because quite frankly I don’t have so much time in my hands like Lethal Weapon. So this is where I’m going to stop. Hopefully you realized something…if not then it be no surprise. But before I leave I do really want to make something clear. This Breakdown, you can twist my ankle till my foot turns a complete 360…I will not tap out nor will I have you pin me. NOR…will I have the match end in a DQ because that will be just bullshiz. I been waiting for this match too long for it to turn out like that. But make no mistake about it that on Breakdown I will not play games anymore Speed; I will not wrestle like I wrestled Hudson, Kyle and the others. Because this Wednesday the whole world is going to see something they didn’t see for a long time. And that is to finally witness the TRUE return of THE REAL MAYHEM!! |
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