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| Jason Wheeler vs. Xander Valentine; SCW United States Championship | |
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| Topic Started: May 24 2007, 11:51 AM (233 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | May 24 2007, 11:51 AM Post #1 |
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SCW United States Championship Jason Wheeler vs. Xander Valentine RP Limit: 3 RP each, per match Deadline: 11:59 pm EST on Tuesday, May 29, 2007 |
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| Adam Allocco | May 29 2007, 10:14 PM Post #2 |
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Warning: This following peice of writing might contian scene of violence that might have some offended at. The views, the actions, and the beliefs of the character are far from that of the author. It's in character. SCW 72 Good luck, Wheeler. You probably got this one in the bag. Damn Wii, Oblivion, and Neverwinter Nights... taking up my focus. :lol: |
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| Faust | May 29 2007, 10:56 PM Post #3 |
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OOC: Xander (adam) and I have had the week of hell. We both knew this was gonna happen. I wish him the best of luck. This was edited only because of coloring error. The referee’s hand hit the mat for the third time. I hadn’t counted upon that happening when I delivered that spike DDT from the top rope. Still, I was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. The referee’s hand hit three and Lethal Weapon’s undefeated streak in SCW came to a screeching halt at the hands of one of the must unlikely superstars. That… would be me, Jason Wheeler. It wasn’t like the match was completely one sided. Just like the last two encounters, this one came down to the last minute. Not a charge per-say such as the last encounter, but a last chance move out of desperation to put down my worthy opponent long enough for the three count. I am sure I have incurred his wrath, and vengeance upon me, no doubt, has climbed high upon his priority list. Well, Weapon, I will say this. When you are ready to seek your revenge, I will be waiting. I give you my word on that. Of course, while I wait for the impending rematch with the Lethal Weapon, I will follow up the improbable victory with an even more improbable one… against Xander Valentine! That’s right, THE Xander Valentine. The only SCW mainstream superstar I have yet to defeat is the ‘Executioner’. However, there’s something different about it. I mean, I remember the first time Xander and I locked horns… Two years ago it was for the merging Massacre and Exodus titles. Two years ago… Seven Hundred and Thirty Days… If I am to use nothing else to prove the point that victory seems well within my reach this time around, the evolution of our careers from that momentous point on will be enough. As is the case in EVERYTHING compared between you and me, the paths we have chosen are completely opposite to one another. First of all, I say what I do, because in truth, when I look upon the man who calls himself Xander Valentine, I see something truly depressing. For it is in him that I see the one man who may be the only superstar to have fallen further from grace farther than I. Strange, isn’t it, Xander? The fact that I, of all people, make such a bold statement; After all, who am I to make such a claim? You, who have won match after match, could not possibly have fallen far from the pinnacle of your accomplishments… could you? I doubt there has been a man who has studied your habits regarding promos more closely than I. Yes, I am that diligent, for you see, there are but three men in the world of SCW that I consider my deadliest foes. One is the Canadian Heartbreak Kid, who is and will always be my most hated rival… another is The Real Speed, the very man I created and let loose into SCW many years ago… I will give you a second to guess the last man. You know they say every man has a demon, and you can’t rest until you find him. I think that quote came from ‘The Crow’, but it’s only half right. Where it is true that every man has a demon, rest does not come until the demon is met… and defeated. I have met my demon… and I could not defeat him. Who is my demon? He is deadly foe number three… He is you, Xander Valentine… or at least… he is what you ONCE were. Do you remember Redemption, Valentine? I do. I watched you get hoisted up by your own petard… by a retard no less. I don’t care if that retard IS family. Quite frankly, his recent actions have infuriated me to no end. No doubt after I deal with you, I will finally take care of that problem. At any rate, I’ll put it in English. You were knocked out, Xander. Not by Christian Savior. He did not show to the world that you were not as strong as you constantly claim to be. Christian Savior did not prove to the world that Xander Valentine is weak. If you want to know who is to blame… you need only look into a mirror. How can this be? I know some of you are asking that question now. When Xander sees this, he will most assuredly laugh in his ignorance, for the thick fog in his eyes has not yet cleared… but they will soon. Xander Valentine is responsible for his own fall. The superstars did not improve in the last two years. Xander Valentine, like I did when I returned, has let himself become dull. Look at what happened when I went dull? It has taken me seven months to regain that razor sharp killer instinct that allowed me to take control. You want proof? Ask Greg Cherry… ask the so called ‘Lethal Weapon’, Xander… I did what few men in the history of SCW have ever done. I defeated Nick Harris, a.k.a Lethal Weapon. What else? Why not ask the current reigning SCW Champion. Could the Real Speed defeat him? How bout Jay Gold? Could he dethrone Greg Cherry? How bout Dillusion? MV? No… none of SCW’s so called ‘finest’ stars could end the reign of SCW’s Champion. Now… what happened when the so called ‘unbeatable’ champion faced me? Do you remember? It wasn’t that long ago. He lost. Not only did he lose, he lost fair and square with his shoulders pinned to the mat. The world watched in awe as that upset occurred. They knew the truth just as you do now too. Jason Wheeler… he is back, and he is back for good. My suspension is just about over, Xander. That means that the next time I face the SCW Champion, they will not have a ‘non title’ stipulation to lean upon. When the referee’s hand goes down for the three, it won’t be the winner of the non title match… no… the next time I pin the SCW Champion, I will BECOME the SCW Champion. When can all this be expected to go down. Xander? Well… let’s start with your title. The coveted SCW United States title. As I made mention before, you got your lights knocked out by my idiotic brother. (Why do I call him idiotic? Well, while we are on the subject, let’s point out a few things. First of all, the bastard is a carbon copy of me. Everything I do, he does. I brought in Lestat, and for the last several months, he’s been claiming to be Armand! Like what the hell is up with that?! For the last several months, we have seen him waste time on Breakdown by telling the world what he does not have. Could it just be that Christian Savior really isn’t that good? I mean let’s look back at what HE’s done in the last two years before I get back to Xander. While having me to watch his back, he won the XIC title. Meanwhile, I was defeating Phoenix and Brent Randall, the leaders of the Mercenary pack all the while capturing the SCW Title. What did Christian do? He couldn’t even defeat their crownies! So yes… it is clear that Savior ‘carried’ Black Cell in defeating the Mercenaries. Well… he ended backstabbing not once but TWICE in the span of two years since then. Big surprise. I also knew that Savior’s ambition always over-exceeded his talent, and what happened in his career after he left me proves it beyond doubt. What titles did Savior win when he left me? Of course… none. He was not even a blimp on the radar screen. The so called ‘blaze of glory’ that he was being ‘held back from by me’ never came… what a surprise. Now suddenly, I return and start watching his back again and he wins three titles?! Can anybody see a pattern here? Of course, he truly believes he’s done it all on his own, but I say let us watch how far the so called ‘Rising Phoenix’ can go without me to give him everything he thinks he has earned. In time, I will shut up his whining attitude with a healthy dose of reality. What does Christian Savior deserve? Nothing, because he has never stood on his own. He has relied on every one else to help him. Still, he will never see that on his own. As I have said, many times over, he carries a fog in his eyes like Xander. This fog is even thicker than the current United States Champion. But like Xander’s… Savior’s eyes will clear.) You must excuse me. I seemed to have trailed off there. My brother’s actions lately have been, shall we say ‘less than respectable’. Back to Xander. He was taken out by the actions of the firebird obsessed whiner. However, Savior may have provided the means, but ultimately, Xavier ALLOWED himself to be beaten down like that. The truth is that Xander is NOT the man he once was. His fall from grace is that he is not the man who once unified the two brands of SCW. That night… I remember it so well… I lost not to a man, but to a monster. I lost to an animalistic warrior of whom I could never possibly rival. History will show forever that this… creature defeated me, but it never will do it justice. Xander did not just defeat me, but rather showed a message to the world that he could not… and would not be defeated. He had reached the top of the business… and then almost as quick as his rise was… he fell. He lost the title three months later thanks to an injury… when did he come back? Does anyone remember? I do. Who brought you back, Xander? Who called for you to return to the masses? Who wanted to show the world that the two greatest SCW Champions of all time were back for good? Do you remember, Xander? It was me. Me… and the Fellowship. I created the trio to create a new SCW. I wanted an empire where the strong were the virtuous and the weak were the vile. I wanted a world where truth, justice, and honor were more than any title. And then… I saw you. You should have seen yourself at our first encounter, Xander. Your eyes were like fireballs, blazing with a stare that I could see stare deep into my soul. You looked like no man I had ever encountered. You were something… much more. But when I looked upon you as you came back to SCW to be in the Fellowship, something was different. Something had been horribly changed. Your eyes no longer held the fire deep within. Your presence did not frighten me like it used to. The animal I had once seen was gone, and standing in its place looked to be a mortal, almost frail, man. It filled me with depression and regret. I left the Fellowship because of that, Xander. You were not the monster I had once feared and admired. You weren’t even HALF of that creature. You were nothing more than a hollow shell of your former self. I had to bring it back, and so, I became the Phantom, the guise I held when you defeated me. That did not bring you back. I tried goading you to revert to that state, but that also did not work. In fact, nothing worked. I was lost. Without a demon I could defeat, my nights became restless and full of nightmares. Consider it as my personal hell to be without energy for nearly two years. When you came back full force, though, I had hope. I saw the tiniest flame return to your eyes, Xander. I knew you could then and there go back to the animal inside. Patiently, I waited for it, not wanting to interfere. I waited… and instead of an animal, I saw Xander take his biggest fall yet. The name of Xander’s worst choice has three letters to it… N….B….R! The New Blood Revolution was, and still is, a team of miscreants and gothic outcasts. By mere statistics, it would seem that the NBR has been, more or less, successful, for all its members have won titles, and are still title holders. After all, Caleb Andrews and Damian Angel are the Underground and Adrenaline title, which I will say both won from CHRISTIAN SAVIOR! Xander Valentine is the current SCW United States Champion. It seemed like an eternity since I swore to make the NBR suffer the same fate as the Mercenaries. I declared war upon the faction that strangled SCW and upon their leader. However, has that happened? No... The reason... I was not ready for such a crusade… Now things have changed. Wheeler has regained his lost edge, and that means you, Xander, will face the man you faced two years ago. I, however, do not have the same luxury. The old Xander Valentine… indeed the REAL Xander Valentine would never lower himself to play it safe with the numbers game. Xander Valentine would never have people fight his own battles or ambush his opponents. He would have faced opposition head on. The NBR may overall have dominated the majority of the last year, but it has dulled Xander Valentine to a sad, pathetic point. Knowing him now, he probably couldn’t even cut his way out of a paper bag. So though Xander is in for a taste of history for our third encounter, I know that I am in for something new. The second time we clashed, Xander Valentine was no creature of invincibility. He was nothing more than a man. Now… almost three months later… he is less than that. He can still put up a fight, but he is still just a man, and he can be… NO he WILL be defeated. The New Blood Revolution will face its first major loss when their leader loses the SCW United States title to the man who swore an oath to their demise. That man is me… Jason Wheeler. -------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- ----------------- Act I The Nightmares Return The ring, itself, was longer than his eyes could see. There was only sky… and ring. Well… and the twenty nine behemoths standing there, staring at him. He knew how many there were, for Wheeler had experienced this dream many times before. Same massive gargantuan creatures made solely of stone. Same red eyes… and the same masks that hid their faces. IT. Wheeler’s dreams have become more vivid in light of his blood lust being satiated. His mind had opened to a new world of strength and energy, but the other side of the coin is that his dreams had become that much more realistic. This nightmare was always the same routine. The giant behemoths charged him and Wheeler would try in vain to find the ropes, dodging attacks here, there, and everywhere. It should go without saying that these creatures hit like… well… rocks. Every time Wheeler was torn apart by these creatures before being thrown from what he guessed was the middle of the ring to well outside the ring. He would then look up to see the creatures… and IT… staring down at him. Those thousands of ‘IT’s laughing at his failure. That was when he would wake up. Something hand changed in this version of the dream. Wheeler stood there waiting for the behemoths to attack him, but they didn’t. They stood there looking at him oddly. Wheeler thought about bolting to the ring ropes… but his feet would not move. He heard a gong sound that echoed through the sky like thunder. The behemoths looked to one another… and then attacked each other. Wheeler stood there, not knowing what to think. They ALWAYS attacked him when that gong sounded. Looking around, he saw one of the creatures point him and charge. Wheeler turned and ran. All it would take was one firm grip from the thing and he would be hurled out of that ring like yesterday’s trash. He looked back. The stone monstrosity stayed after him, with IT in tow upon its face. It felt like miles separated Wheeler from the ropes. He felt like the run took forever, but the thing didn’t catch him. He reached the ropes and turned around to IT still in hot pursuit. Other stone creatures battled all over the ring. They didn’t bother him. The creature stopped as IT stared with its red eyes. It seemed to be staring right through Wheeler. Kicking back his foot like a crazed bull, the monster charged. He was faster than ever Wheeler would have guessed, but not fast enough. Wheeler grabbed the top rope and went down, bringing it down with him. The rocky giant sent his arm, followed by its upper torso over the top rope. Wheeler let go of the rope and grabbed the creature’s legs and pushed up as hard as he could with all his might. The legs were lighter and he figured and the surge was like a release. Wheeler let go of the launch and turned around. The thing went flying off out of the ring. It landed on the desert floor with a crash. Wheeler could not believe it. With utter joy, Wheeler raised his hands in triumph. He had done it. He never saw the other creature, identical as its fallen comrade as well as every other creature in that ring. While he reveled in his accomplishment, he never noticed another behemoth rear back and slug him clear out of the ring. He sure felt it though. Boy did he ever. He crashed to the ground with a thud. This is where the dream ended. He looked up to see the rest of the creatures stare at him. IT stared at him… and yet he did not leave the dream. Shaking the cobwebs out of his head, Wheeler looked to the one stone creature laying there. He wasn’t sure at first, but he could swear that the creature was starting to shrivel up into a human form. Wheeler watched as hair seemed to grow from its head as it continued to shrink. As he crawled over to it, he saw its appearance change to something strikingly familiar. He reached for the mask of ‘IT’. It came off easily, and the face under the mask, with its soul less eyes did not surprise him in the slightest. He laughed as he saw the face belong to Xander Valentine. It was the way Wheeler had always wanted to see Xander after a match. Staring up at the lights… Then something caught his eye in the reflection of Xander’s pupils. He didn’t know why he had noticed, but he had. He looked down to the reflection. What he saw chilled him deep to the bone. His reflection saw IT… on his own face! Covering half of his face, this Wheeler looked possessed, smiling upon him with red eyes blazing. Wheeler wanted to run, but he could not look away. With a hideous laugh, the ‘IT’ form of Jason Wheeler opened his mouth and consumed his real alter-ego into darkness… THAT was the image Jason Wheeler woke to. ----------------------------- -------------------------- --------------------------------------------- The first thing Wheeler noticed was that he was not alone in his bed. As his eyes adjusted slowly, he recognized the face of the lovely Demeter still sleeping quietly. She looked so beautiful. He looked to the clock that told him he still had about an hour before he was needed in the studio. He had instructed the crew to prepare a night street setting. He hadn’t done one like that in a while, and Wheeler had always enjoyed that kind of setting for a promo. Still, he wasn’t going to leave just yet. With a smile, he blew on her face gently. Her eyes fluttered for a second beneath her eyelids before they opened slowly. Remembering where she was, she smiled and relaxed into the bed. Demeter: Hi. Wheeler: Hi. Sleep well. Demeter: It was hardly the highlight of the last twenty four hours. She winked at him and kissed him gently. Wheeler could remember what happened. It was during the brief moment between when Macavity and him fought on stage to when the cast began singing the theme for ‘Mr. Mistoffolles’. There was a moment, of which has been made mention to before, where the character of Demeter and Munkustrap, who Wheeler had played for the last two months, are coddling one another because of Munkustrap’s injuries. At that moment, Demeter had grabbed Wheeler gently, and kissed him right in front of the audience. Because of lighting, not a great deal of people noticed. The cast, on the other hand, could barely keep on track. Aaron and Jacob almost missed their intro for their song because of it. Everything had led from there… including dinner… dancing… oh crap this narrative is starting to sound like Adam Riddick was on the air. MOVING ON! We are skipping ahead half an hour… wait… make that an hour to be safe. ------------------------------- ----------------- 1 hour later ---------- ------------------------------ Wheeler and Demeter (bear with me please) arrived at the studio, hand in hand. She was covered from head to toe in an odd jacket. That didn’t phase Wheeler in the slightest. She did not particularly trust the make up and costume people in the studio. Besides, it was rather nippy this morning. As they opened the door, the first thing Wheeler noticed was the set design. It was perfect. Demeter, herself, leaned over and remarked on its realism. Wheeler gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. This promo was more or less rushed, but it would serve its purpose against Xander. Demeter: Are you nervous? Wheeler: Heh. You ask me? I was going to ask you the same question. Demeter: Me? Nervous? Not in front of the camera. I was referring to you being nervous about Xander? Wheeler: … The man I am facing… he is not Xander Valentine. I know you won’t understand, but he isn’t the same guy I faced two years ago. He isn’t even the same guy I faced three months ago. Demeter… He took her hands in his. Wheeler: Xander is an amazing fighter… but he is not a threat anymore. I cannot fear him again. I have seen worse in the world than he is. And… with you by my side… what have I to fear? Demeter: I know. Meow. She winked with that last one clawing in front of Wheeler’s face playfully. Wheeler: You sure you want to do this, love? I mean once you get into this world, it will eat you up. Demeter: You don’t think they’ll like me? Wheeler: Quite the opposite. I don’t want to lose you to that world. Demeter: I’m not going anywhere babe. I’ve seen the women there… I’m more worried about losing you to them. Wheeler: What woman on Earth looks better… in … that. He tore open the coat as Demeter semi gasped and semi moaned all at once. The studio staff turned to them as her hands traced over his chest. Her hat came off exposing her wig. She stood there, in full CAT attire. The men within sight of her dropped their jaws like they were made of lead. There was one other woman in the room, and let’s just say she swung both ways. I won’t tell you what Demeter’s revealing did to HER. Wheeler meanwhile had grown an immunity (of about an hour) after seeing her so often in that attire. As he watched, holding a briefcase in his spare hand, Demeter made her way down the stairs. Wheeler followed her down, smiling coyly. She turned to him at the bottom and took his hand again. The men kept staring at Wheeler’s love. ![]() Wheeler (loudly): Are we ready?! Director: Uh… yeah, and may I say to your lovely lady friend… Meow. Wheeler: I am paying you why? Director: To make promos. Wheeler: Are we making promos? Director: Not yet… Wheeler: Then shouldn’t we make my money worth the time? Director: Yeah sure… The two love birds walked towards the setting. The director watched them… or rather Demeter’s rear, go. He called out behind them. Director: Ok, please tell me she’s in this. The two stopped and looked at one another. Wheeler didn’t want to appear jealous so he didn’t kiss her, though God knows he wanted to. Thankfully, Demeter could see it in his eyes and she kissed him in front of all of them. As soon as she did, Wheeler’s entire anxiety dissipated. He looked back to the director. Wheeler: Meet my new accompanist… the lovely, as you ALL have noticed, Demeter. Director: A pleasure… Wheeler put the suitcase down and opened it. He opened it quietly to reveal the last bits of his ensemble, a pair of tiger gauntlets that Demeter had made him. Demeter took them from him and held them out for him to place his hands in them. As soon as they were secure, she tied them tightly. Her hands went up and undid his leather trench coat. She did not remove it, but opened it enough to show the white and black tiger striped shirt that was similar to his attire as Munkustrap. His pants and boots were pure black with semi long white stripes. The only think he lacked that Demeter had was a wig and face make up. The two looked perfect together. Wheeler: Let’s do this. Director: Are we ready, cats? And… ACTION! --------------------- ---------------- The Promo --------------- -------------------------- The night was young and the moon was high. The woman who climbed the ladder didn’t notice the rain fall down upon her face. Her slim body glistened in the rain water. She looked up to the rooftop as a bolt of lightning stretched across the sky. She pulled herself up to the top with a silent groan. Her hair, as well as the rest of her body, was soaked. She didn’t care. He had said midnight. She wasn’t going to be late. As she got to her feet, she saw another bolt that lit up the night sky. The world looked like it was day in a brief moment. In that brief moment, she saw the man crouching on the ledge in the leather jacket and tiger gauntlets. Tilting her head, she had to smile warmly. She had finally found him. She drew closer to him, the rain falling down his face as naturally as sweat. Her hands found his shoulders and she gripped them tightly. Wheeler: Demeter… Why do things change? Demeter did not know an answer to that. She wasn’t sure what could be said to that. She massaged his shoulders while a thunderclap deafened all other noises for the shortest of seconds. Demeter: I… don’t know. Wheeler: Think of it. You never saw Xander Valentine before he made the New Blood Rebellion. I wish you could have seen him. A pure animal in the ring. A hunter to the very end. Demeter: And something changed? Wheeler: He’s lost his edge. You know… I once considered him my demon. Not anymore, I’m afraid. I used to think until I defeated him, I would never be able to rest. Demeter: And now? Wheeler: Well, I still don’t sleep. Demeter: Oh… I know. Wheeler took her hand in his. She embraced him from behind as another lightning bolt flashed brightly. Wheeler: Well… at least I have peace. Too bad the same won’t be said of Xander Valentine for much longer. Demeter: You still want me to come with you? Wheeler looked up to her and as the lightning lit up her face. He reached up with his tiger gauntlets brushing her wet face with his hand. He turned off the counter and stood face to face with her. Wheeler: Listen to me. I have wanted to show the world that Jason Wheeler is no longer looking for peace. He’s found it. He’s found you. Now… HE is the hunter. HE is the animal. Demeter: Are you… talking the in the third person? He had been, and it made him laugh. He wrapped his hands around her waist. Wheeler: I kind of was. Just trying to prove a point. The tables have turned this time around. Two years ago… I never had a chance. This time… Xander - - Demeter kissed him before he could finish. She held him tight as the rain came down harder upon them. They were lost in each other but their minds were on their upcoming match. It was Wheeler’s redemption… and Demeter’s awakening. Together… they would begin the end of Wheeler’s fall from grace. They pulled away gently. Demeter: Doesn’t stand a chance. Wheeler: Exactly. Their lips met again… Then there was only the storm. End |
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