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| Topic Started: Jun 29 2007, 12:13 AM (192 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Jun 29 2007, 12:13 AM Post #1 |
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Greg Cherry vs. Christian Savior RP Limit: 3 RP limit per singles match, Deadline: 11:59 pm EST Tuesday, July 3, 2007 |
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| Chris Renegade | Jul 3 2007, 04:00 AM Post #2 |
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Era of the Phoenix: Chapter 25 – The United Stated Championship A hint of what could have been. A glimpse of a possible reality. A vision of an alternate future. That is what I can call all this. That is all I can call this… -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- June 27th Breakdown : During Oleksa’s naming the number-one contender The room was barely air-conditioned, but the icepack was solving most of that problem for me. As I sat in my locker, sitting on the couch, my eyes remained glued on the television, as small as it was. On the screen stood Oleksa Drachewych, standing in the SCW ring, with several SCW superstars surrounding it. This was it. This was where Oleksa was going to do the right thing and give me the SCW title shot at Rise to Greatness. He was going to name me the number one contender for the title. My hands shook as I held the icepack against my neck, which was sore thanks to Weapon blindsiding me. Drachewych: “Last week on this program, Damian Angel, the winner of the Taking Hold of the Flame, forfeited his SCW Championship shot at Rise to Greatness and accepted a challenge by the Canadian Heartbreak Kid. As reported on the website, I have confirmed this decision by Damian Angel and furthermore have decided to honor the match challenge.” Each word seemed to come out slowly, as if Oleksa was stalling to let out the name of the new number-one contender. I found myself becoming increasingly annoyed by all the suspense. How hard was it to say the name Christian Savior? Drachewych: “However, as a result of that decision, Xander Valentine has no opponent for his scheduled SCW Championship defense at Yankee Stadium in The Bronx. An emergency meeting of the Board of Directors was called for tonight here at the Bell Centre. After long deliberations, we have made our decision.” I felt the small hairs in my neck stand on end, and not because of the icepack that I was pressing to it. The chill traveled down my spine, causing me to lean forward in my seat. This was going to be my get out of jail-free card. Yes, I wanted to face Lethal Weapon and humiliate him, but I wanted the SCW Championship more! Drachewych: “A number of factors were taken into account for this decision. We looked at recent successes, win and loss records, even experience, deservedness and of course the Taking Hold of the Flame battle royal. We took notice of the performances by many members of our roster and attempted to come to some method of agreement for who would get this prestigious opportunity. Unfortunately, we were unable to come up with unanimous agreement. However, regardless of that, as per policy, a majority vote is all that was needed.” I didn’t like the sound of that. Majority vote… However, I had the best record out of the group and a much larger success rate. No one deserved this more than I did. I had been denied so many times because of these politics! It had to be me that he was going to announce! Drachewych: “And thus, by majority approval, and considering many other names including Christian Savior, Lethal Weapon and even revoking the forfeit of Damian Angel, the man going to Rise to Greatness to face Xander Valentine will be……JASON WHEELER!” At the sound of that last name, I felt all my sensory senses go numb. Jason Wheeler? Jason FUCKING Wheeler?! If it had been anyone else, I might have been less than pissed beyond compared, perhaps a bit more understanding, but not when it was him. Anyone but him… Savior: WHAT?!! With a loud yell, I threw the icepack at the television. Since it was only made of a small, gel-like bag, it made a small slosh sound against the screen before slowly dropping to the ground. I felt my hands shake, and my headache increased as I stood up on my feet. Ignoring these annoyances, I marched out the locker room door, my mind only on one person… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 30 minutes later… I had given him thirty minutes. Breakdown was over and he was now in his office. While a part of me was praying that he had no more guards around to kick me out of his office, another part of me didn’t give a shit. I had been screwed again. The title match had been handed to the most over-rated superstar in SCW. MY SCW Championship match was being handed, on a silver platter no less, to a man who had lost more matches than he had won! With a small snarl, I pushed the door open and was immediately granted access to the office. Oleksa was sitting there, his hands interlocked and looking…utterly calm. And they said Amityville Horror was terrifying… Oleksa: Hello Savior. You’re late. I expected you five minutes ago. Savior: Well in that case, you’ve got ten seconds to explain the bullshit you just pulled! Oleksa: I can do it in five and than you have three seconds to get out of my office! I’ve gotten sick of you barging in like you own the place! Savior: And I am getting sick of seeing you handing out SCW Title shots like they are cheap whores to the SCW superstars who are pleasing you at night! Oleksa: Oh that is original! Savior: You hand one to Xander after he fails to humiliate me. He fails, losing to Cherry, and you give him ANOTHER title shot the next week! And now, you are handing it over to Jason Wheeler! Jason Fucking Wheeler!!! Oleksa: Annoys you, doesn’t it? Savior: What do you think?! There’s no number one contender match, there’s no battle royale to determine it. No, you hand it to him on a damn silver platter! I mean, had it been anyone else, I may not be so pissed off. But Wheeler?! Oleksa: What’s wrong with Wheeler? Savior: What’s wrong with him? Considering he has lost the majority of his matches this year, that all his tag matches were won by either me or me saving his ass; that every singles match he competed in resulted in him being either humiliated or him winning by the skin of his teeth. In the end, besides winning the United States title for less than a month, what has he done that gave you the retarded idea to hand him a title shot? There was a brief moment of silence as Oleksa tried to come up with an explanation. Whether he didn’t have one or not, I wasn’t sure; that is until he opened his mouth. Oleksa: I believe my reasoning is private and between myself and my board of directors. Savior: That’s a nice way of you saying that you have no real reason. You’re just screwing with me yet again! Oleksa: Oh yes. That must be it! Is there a point to this tirade or do I have to call security? Savior: When are you going to hand me the SCW title shot?! Oleksa: When you impress me! We already discussed this, remember? Last week? You impress me at Rise to Greatness- Savior: To hell with Rise to Greatness, to hell with Lethal Weapon, and to hell with impressing you! I am through with you “promising” and never delivering! Oleksa (deadly calm): That’s it, I’m calling security. Savior: Don’t bother! I’m out of here! Turning on my heel, I headed to the door, my point not really made and no improvements made. In the end, it had just been a waste of time. Oleksa: Finally, a smart decision. Have fun against Cherry next week. The name made me freeze on the spot. Turning around, I slowly turned around, instantly regretting it as I saw my employer’s stupid grin. Savior: Cherry? Oleksa: That’s right. You were complaining about facing him a few weeks ago, so now you can. Turning to face him fully, I could almost feel the arrogance rolling off him. I hated when that happened, mostly because Oleksa was one of the few people I couldn’t intimidate or control. Matter of fact, it was the other way around. Whether I liked it or not, Oleksa controlled me and had always controlled me from the beginning. I had tried getting in his way and defying his whim in a vain attempt to prove self worth to myself, but in the end, one could not dance with the devil and hope to win. However, if that was true, why was I still intent on dancing? Savior: You mean, now that he no longer holds the SCW championship, I can take him on. Oleksa: Your words, not mine. Savior: Well that is what you are thinking. Otherwise, I would have been SCW Champion a long time ago when I beat him to the ground a few weeks ago! Oleksa: I’m not going through this- Savior: I want the United States title on the line. Oleksa: Excuse me? Savior: You heard what I said. You put me in the ring with Cherry, than his title is on the line this time. Oleksa: We’ll see. Savior: We’ll see? I would have been SCW Champion by now if it wasn’t for you! I BEAT Greg Cherry, but was I awarded the SCW title? No! It was a non-title match! I am not going to face him again with nothing to gain. Oleksa: Correct me if I am wrong. Savior: Which I always do, because you always have been. Oleksa: But didn’t you say about a month and a half ago that the United States title was below you and how superstars whored themselves for mere gold like your brother, Jason Wheeler. Now you want the title? Sounds hypocritical to me. At that moment, I wanted to punch him in the face for twisting my words, as well as knock that stupid grin off his face. Savior: Yes, and I still stand behind that. However- Oleksa: So why do you care about getting a shot at the U.S Title? Savior: Could I actually get a sentence out here? Olekas: No. Savior: Thank you. This isn’t about the United States Championship. This is about humiliation. Oleksa: Humiliation? Savior: Greg Cherry’s life and career revolved around one thing. Championships. As long as he has even one belt, his career has direction. When he lost the title to Dillusion back in December, he fumbled and fell and would have continued to do so if you hadn’t handed him a rematch. Oleksa: I see… Savior: Every time he loses a belt, he enters a rut. He disappears until you save him, which you inevitably do! Oleksa: Here we go again- Savior: That’s what I am going to do. I will humiliate Greg Cherry and take away his last belt. I will be the one who sends him into another rut. I will be the one that ends the high his career has been having during the 2007 year! Put the title on the line and I finish the man you screwed out of the SCW Championship! I watched Oleksa lean back against his plush chair, his hands tapping against each other in classic pyramid style. He looked down at the papers on his desk, then back at me, then back at his papers, then back at me, a smile returning to his lips. Oleksa: I’ll consider it. I felt my jaw tighten and my teeth clench together as I heard him. He was fucking with me again. He was getting the last word, and was treating my career…my life…like it was just a game. Turning on my heel, I barely resisted the urge to yell again. The door was only a few steps way from my grasp, and I immediately hurried my step as I heard Oleksa taking a deep breath, as if he was about to speak again. I had opened the door and taken one step onto the concrete floors of the hallway, when… Oleksa: Oh and Savior! Silently cursing, I turned around, meeting the face of my employer. I was not sure how much more I could endure, and I was getting more and more worried that I would soon find out. Oleksa kept his eyes on the papers in front of him, shuffling them as he did. Oleksa: Did you get my letter? The door slammed behind me before I even knew I had closed it. My breath was coming out in heavy rasps and my feet were still leading me down the hall. I couldn’t answer him. I didn’t want to answer him. Was it because I was too pissed off to discuss it? Was it because I hated him for interfering with my life? Or was it because I didn’t know why he had done it in the first place? The train of logic I rode lead me to the conclusion that it was most likely all three reasons. I was pissed that Oleksa was interfering not only with my career, but now also my personal life! This was beyond what he had done with any other superstar. He had merely taken out their careers, not ruin their lives. Oleksa had basically tailed me and ruined everything I had planned. My court date in two weeks would be handled by SCW’s legal team. I could only be a viewer, a spectator. I couldn’t ruin Rose, nor could I do what I wanted. Oleksa had cleared Anthony’s career of our contract and had somehow trapped ME in my own life affairs! But did that bother me more than the reason that I did not know why he had become involved in the first place?! Strangely, the answer was no. The fact remained that Oleksa had become more involved with my personal life than he had with any other superstar in SCW. But why? I annoyed him, but so did Xander, Cherry, Wheeler, Riddick, Gold, the list went on. I was certain there was not a single wrestler that Oleksa didn’t detest on some level at some point in their career. So why me? What made me so special that Oleksa would become involved? I shook my head to clear it from the labyrinth of questions that assailed my mind. It had to be a business thing, like public name or something. I didn’t know and, truth be told, I didn’t care. Oleksa Drachewych had crossed the line, and there was only one thing I could do to get back at him. Humiliate the company he owned… As I turned a corner and headed towards the parking lot and cool night air, I had to reconsider what I was actually thinking. I couldn’t literally take down the company. I would just end up jobless and still without the SCW championship. However, if I took down all the superstars, making them appear like jobbers or pushovers, Oleksa would eventually have no choice but to hand me an SCW title match. It was a lame idea, but it was my only option. Besides, I had started enjoying being a headliner for the last year. The fame and domination was definitely a comforting perk. So, in the end, it was a win-win situation if I saw this through. I take out Greg Cherry…again…and become the United States Champion, if Oleksa actually did what I wanted, which was doubtful, then I would literally finish off Lethal Weapon at Rise to Greatness…after that, the SCW Championship would be mine! The thought was comforting as I reached my car. It would happen, it had to happen. I just had to be patient, and wait for my moment…my opportunity… ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sunday Night King Street, Cambridge, Ontario July 1st 9:55pm Canada Day The last three or four days had gone by quickly. Traveling to a few house shows had done nothing for my frame of mind. For the last three days, the only thing that had stayed in my mind was my vendetta, if I could even call it that. The image of my victory over Greg Cherry several weeks ago kept replaying in my mind. Over time, the image had altered slightly, until the point came where I saw myself standing over Greg Cherry, the United States Championship held in my hand to the worthless masses. Even in the house matches, which held no relevance to my career or importance to my pursuit of acquiring SCW gold, were altered in my mind. I fought like I was fighting Cherry and Weapon. I saw Greg Cherry when I speared my opponents. I felt the weight of the United States title on my shoulder, though it wasn’t there…yet. The wear and tear of those nights had led me in Cambridge. Within three days, I would be against Greg. The sudden desire to win the title had made me question the reasons for defeating Greg in the first place. Making history? Repeating it? Or was I really just whoring myself after any title I could get? No. If that was true, I would have gone after Damian Angel and Caleb Andrews for the rematches I never got. People whom I could easily beat. No. I wasn’t whoring myself like Wheeler and Cherry had. They had grabbed anything because their careers had depended on it. My drive for the United States title was pure degradation of SCW’s so-called “best”. I wanted Greg Cherry out of my way. He was, no doubt, one of the guys considered for a match after Rise to Greatness against the SCW Champion. I had to shut him up and get him out of the picture. The cool breeze blew past me as I looked around the abandoned train station. A number of cars were parked there, as well as a number of trucks and vans. They were all there for the same reason I was. The fireworks. It was Canada Day, so of course the masses were gathering. It had been a number of years since I had truly seen a full fireworks show, at least five years. However, I knew that if I stayed in Toronto, Guelph or any of the big cites, I was going to be so far from the fireworks, due to traffic and people, that I would probably miss it. I wanted the peace and solitude from a small town, but large enough that it would create a good showing. Cambridge offered that. I had sat through a parade and a fair that day, doing nothing but breathing the air, enjoying the sights. My mind had occasionally drifted to Breakdown, but it seemed so far away at the time. I had spent the past few days also contacting my lawyer. Unfortunately, Oleksa’s legal team was airtight and had stopped me at every possible turn. I had to sit on the phone while Anthony rubbed his freedom in my face. I wanted to kill him, but he was, both legally and literally out of my hands… To my right, a few yards away laid a large train compartment. It was white, with a series of lids, wires and ladders, some pieces I couldn’t even identify. However, scattered across the tops were people, mostly drunk teenagers and couples making out. Reaching up, my fingers brushed along the cold steel of the first rung of the ladder. With a quick pull, my body was pulled up a few inches, my frame clinging to the ladder as if it was the only thing keeping me up in the air. A moment or two later, my shaking feet held me up on top of the compartment. Looking down, I was greeted with the twenty or so feet drop that awaited me with one wrong step, but here I was, closer to a fireworks show than I had ever been in my life. At that moment, the cheers were heard around me. Luckily, I had already sat down in the middle of the compartment, so falling was no longer a worry. Looking up in front of me, in a field yards away, a shower of sparks were seen spraying above the ground and into the sky. The show was starting. The dark night sky was soon illuminated with colors of white, gold, red, blue and green. Every second, there would be a bright flash in the sky, followed by another and another, but my eyes didn’t blink more than usual. Even when the smoke drifted past me and my eyes dried and burned slightly, I did not blink. The sight was too beautiful to miss. Poppers, missile-style, screamers, large-range, I heard them all, and I wanted it all. I wanted it when I won the United States Title this week. I wanted it when I finally won the SCW title. A show filled with fire works, dedicated to my greatness, to my career and legacy. The bright lights and cheers as I held the prizes of the game… As the show died down, I heard, rather than saw the people around me climb down and leave. The masses sitting in the ground were following suit. However, I could not leave just yet. I had not had my fill of the night air. As the embers died down, I watched the black of night return. It was almost comforting. Savior: I’ve waited and thought about this match ever since the beginning of 2007. I have thought of nothing else. Can you say the same thing, Cherry? Of course not. You’ve been too busy holding and dropping the belt. Yes, I am referring to your loss last week. So much for going out with a bang, eh Greg? Instead of losing in a colossal match, you fumble the ball in a stupid rematch…on Breakdown! Now, before you go off saying that it was a fluke and that it shouldn’t have happened, let me remind you that you should be happy that you were champion that long. Had you put your title on the line against me, you would have lost it a lot sooner, or in case you have forgotten, I beat your ass 1…2…3! Unfortunately, the title wasn’t on the line, so you dodged a bullet! But now, your title WILL be on the line, whether you want it to or not. This time, you cannot dodge me. This time, you can’t get away with a “long reign”, as phony as your last one was. See, Cherry, this is the match that should have taken place at Rise to Greatness, with the SCW Championship on the line. However, we both were derailed by Oleksa Drachewych. You were forced into a rematch, which you were too weak to win, and I was cheated out of my match because Oleksa could not keep his word. The difference between you and me, however, is that, unlike me, you lost because of your inability to wrestle and wrestle well! You lost because you weren’t good enough! So you held the title for over half the year. Let’s take a look at that year. You defended it against Gold, Dillusion, Speed, and Xander twice. All the reject, retards, or newly suspended wrestlers of SCW. Very impressive. Truth is, you chose the opponents you could beat. Otherwise you would have faced me with the title on the line! But that is neither here nor there. In the past, you against me, one on one…That is my advantage, Greg. In that situation, I have never been beaten by you. In that situation, I have never lost! That’s right, you have never defeated me! We faced each other one-on-one, and you lost to me. We faced each other in a tag match…and you lost! Hell, you even sent your lackeys, Jack and Eddie, to try and finish me off, and they must have succeeded… No wait…they lost, which was followed by your humiliating defeat at the hands of Jason Wheeler. I think I speak for many when I say, “What’s wrong with this picture?”. In case you didn’t get it, Cherry, because I know you haven’t been in good mental health as of late, let me remind you. You have never pinned me, made me submit, nothing! I have beaten you twice this year and your cohorts countless times. This week, I’ll be making it a trio of victories. Because Cherry, history has a way of repeating itself, and not just me beating you. Like the last time you lost the SCW championship, you will shrivel and enter a rut, demanding attention but never able to prove it, unlike me. The only reason you got your rematch was because of the clause in your contract. Every time you lose the gold around your waist, you lose something else, be it your wife, your career or whatever, only to find it a few months later when you try again to grab the SCW title for another short reign. Xander ended that last week; and now I, like the vulture, will pick at the carcass and finish the job. That’s what I do to superstars, Cherry, that’s what I pride myself on doing. I finish off superstars. You can ask, Xander, the man who BEAT you and took your title. I am sure his face still hurts from me crushing it with a steel chair. You might also want to ask your buddies. I am sure they remember how they lost every attempt to steal the tag titles from me. Eddie probably knows what it’s like to be speared by me. He can tell you all about it, as can Jack, I am sure. I hope they’re ribs have healed, as well as their necks and heads from the bashing I gave them. Ask them, Cherry, because then you’ll know what it’s like when it happens. You’ll be able to say, “Hey! They were right. That spear DID hurt like hell! No wonder I lost another title…again. No wonder I lost to Savior…again! No wonder I’ll never be SCW Champion…again!”. You live in an illusion, Cherry, especially now with your mind on vacation. You believe that you are the best in SCW. Cherry, you barely fit in the top ten superstars! In case you’re too retarded now to understand a word I am saying, let me say it clearer for you. You are done. You’re finished. Your time as headliner of SCW is over! So since you didn’t have a rematch clause this time around, you get jack shit from SCW or its current champion. That means that you go to the back of the line, and someone else takes your spot. Right now, by some bullshit, it’s Jason Wheeler; but guess what? We all know that it’s my turn and my time. You merely delayed it a few months with your CPC pack saving your ass! And where will they be at Breakdown, Cherry? Will your clan be there to save you from the man you have never beaten on your own? Will you be able to make history? If you’re asking yourself these questions, let me give you the answers because they are no-brainers, so even you should know. You haven’t made history. You never made history. You had your chance and you failed miserably. I, on the other hand, have made history. I am the only Triple Crown Champion in SCW! 2007 has been my year because I made it my year, Cherry. Unlike you, I didn’t sit in a corner and cry until it was handed to me, like you did with Dillusion after he kicked your ass. So stop talking about mental breakdowns, stop talking about making history, stop talking about beating legends, and stop talking about winning SCW gold; because I have done each and every one of those things, and I have done them faster and better than you have. You see my point, kid? In every way, shape and form, I am better than you. I may not be the fastest, strongest, or bravest, but I sure as hell am the smartest. I have danced toe to toe with people who have slaughtered you and your groupies, and I have emerged victorious. I have taken on your clan and each time remained untouched. That isn’t going to change at Breakdown, Cherry. This week, I take the only thing you have left in your pitiful career. The only thing that is keeping your unstable mind in check. This week, I take your United States Championship! You’ll fight me, you’ll try and stop me, but in the end, we both know there isn’t a thing you can do. This is my year, my time, and my advantage. That’s all there is to say. All that’s left is the result, which I can sum up in three words…. Blaze of Glory! The smoke was dying down and the stars were visible again. The crowds were gone, but it was still a beautiful sight to see. Three more days…just three more days… Savior: Happy Canada Day, motherfucker! End |
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| Greg Cherry | Jul 3 2007, 10:24 PM Post #3 |
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The era of Impact continues… I stand here as the United States Champion and it’s a very familiar feeling that I have. After all, it was as “Mr. Total Nonstop Impact” that I won my first championship in SCW: the United States Championship. I beat Josh Lesnar, Desperado and Nate Lawson to achieve a life-long dream…well, sort of. My main goal was to become SCW Champion, but we’ll get to that later. So this week, I have to fight Christian Savior, whoever he is. Jack told me that Chris Renegade changed his name and I just shrugged, confused. It didn’t surprise me, since it seemed to be a family inherited trait with Faust and Adam Riddick. Wait, apparently Faust is Jason Wheeler and luckily for me, Riddick stayed the same. Okay, now I can avoid the confusion. Anyway, I feel proud to have championship gold around my waist, because it is what I worked for, it would show that I really deserved to be a part of this business. I worked 9 months, including my time off with injuries in order to capture a title at the biggest show of the year and I’m not about to let this go with what Savior’s saying about me. Regardless of that, I’ve been having these huge headaches lately and it’s really annoying, because I’m apparently having mood swings, causing me to not know who I am for a minute or so. Apparently Jack, Ashley and this other guy that seems to follow me everywhere understand the other mood of mine, which is really creepy if you think about it. So I’m facing this Savior guy and…and… Ow, my head. Damn it, why does it hurt so much? God damn… What the…where am I? What the hell is this? Why am I carrying the United States Championship? Where’s my title? Where’s the SCW Title? What the fuck is going on here? Did somebody not tell me something? Why am I asking so many questions? This can’t be right, someone has to be playing a trick on me. I’m still the SCW Champion. I didn’t lose to Xander at Taking Hold of the Flame, unless something happened in the ladder match…oh God, no please don’t tell me that. Don’t tell me that I got screwed out of my championship. This can’t be happening… OLEKSA DRACHEWYCH, YOU SON OF A BITCH…I’M GOING TO GET… Oh, fuck…my head hurts. I need some aspirin. Cherry: Jack, can you get me some aspirin? Jack: You all right, man? Cherry: My headaches keep coming back and then I go into these mood swings. Half the time none of it makes sense to me. I was cursing Mr. Drachewych for some reason like he did something to me. I don’t know, maybe I’m just paranoid. Jack: That’s one way to put it. Cherry: Do you know what’s causing these headaches or these mood swings even? It’s starting to annoy me, even more so than Josh Lesnar, and that’s saying a lot. Jack: He’s Josh Hudson now. Cherry: What the fuck? Does everyone have to change their names around here? Jack: Apparently we’re part of the few that doesn’t have to. Cherry: Luckily for us. You would think there would be a lot of paperwork in changing your name so often. Jack: You would think. Cherry: Where’s Ashley anyway? Is she out shopping for clothes already? Jack: Clothes for what? Cherry: Our date tonight. I planned to ask her to marry me. Jack: Ohh…um…I have no idea. Cherry: You’re not hiding something, are you Jack? Jack: Who, me? No, no, no. I’m not hiding a thing. Cherry: Jack Campbell, if you know something that I don’t, you better tell me now before I knock your head off. Jack: That covers a lot at this point in time. Cherry: Oh, you’re quite the smartass, aren’t you? Jack: I try. Cherry: Is it something about Ashley? The door opened and Ashley stood there in an amazing red dress that matched her hair perfectly. Jack stared at her and cocked an eyebrow. Ashley: Hey, baby. Cherry: Hey, how are you? You look amazing. Ashley: Thank you, why aren’t you dressed to go? I thought you were excited for this. Cherry: I am, but I have been having problems with my headaches and Jack was planning to give me some aspirin. Jack: I was? Cherry: I hope so, because I asked for it. Jack: I’ll get some, hold on. Cherry: Thanks, man. (To Ashley) You know, I have a feeling tonight is going to be a special night. Ashley: I really hope so. Cherry: You stay right here, I’m going to go take a shower and change. I went into the bathroom and turned on the showerhead. Meanwhile, outside the bathroom, a conversation was going on. Jack: Nice wig. Ashley: It’s not a wig, really. Jack: It’s still not naturally red. Ashley: Well, what do you want me to do? Dye my hair on short notice? I had to do what I had to do in order to provide the illusion that I’m a redhead. Jack: Even though you’re not now. Ashley: Greg doesn’t have to know that. At least not now. Jack: This is completely ridiculous. We were trying to be the most dominant faction in history and our leader doesn’t know who he is… Ashley: He has an idea… Jack: Still, he doesn’t know who he fully is, we have Grenier thinking that since he’s a World Champion that he’s the leader and we have “The One and Only” who at least did something good for us last week. Ashley: Yeah, he won. Jack: Well, I didn’t really give a shit about Mayhem and Showtime anyway, they weren’t worth my effort. Ashley: So what do you propose we do for Savior? I mean, he’s really pissed off that he’s not main eventing Rise to Greatness. Jack: I’m pissed off, too, but for an obviously different reason. Greg’s not main eventing Rise to Greatness in the spot that he so rightfully deserved. He had a rematch clause and Oleksa didn’t honor it. That’s what pisses me off, because Greg had to defend the title in his mentally disabled state, but he can’t challenge for it? That’s hypocritical and that’s also flat out bullshit. Ashley: There isn’t much we can do about it now. Jack: Not without Greg being back to the way he was, luckily those mood swings are the only thing that reminds me remotely of the Sensation we know and love. Ashley: He needs to like have that mood swing and then stay there, so that he knows what’s going on. Jack: Good luck with that. Hopefully, he doesn’t flip out on you on your “date” and realizes what the hell he is now. Ashley: He’s United States Champion. Jack: Yes, he’s a champion Ashley, but he’s not THE champion, like he should be. That match against Xander two weeks ago was a train wreck waiting to happen. Are you going to sit there and tell me that match was held under legitimate circumstances? Ashley: Like I said, there’s not much we can do about it now. Jack: I want Greg to heal from this mental instability, I really do. Otherwise, we’re just going to be fucked. We’re going to be up the river without a paddle and a hole in the boat. Ashley: I want him back, too. For right now, we have to deal with this and we have to play along, hence the wig. I don’t want him thinking any less of me than he did before he married me. Jack: You might want to hide the ring. Ashley: What ring? Jack: The one on your finger, dummy. Ashley: Oh…snap. That would’ve been awkward. Jack: Yeah. When Greg comes out of the shower, I’ll give him his aspirin. You head down to the car. Dave’s driving the limo. Ashley: Swartz? Jack: Yeah, I figured we’d kick it old school just for this week. Ashley: We’ve been going old school all month and look where it’s got us. Jack: True, now go, so you don’t see him. I’ll send him down when he’s ready. Ashley: Okay, see you later. Jack: Bye. The door closed as I opened the bathroom door, partially dressed. Cherry: Did she just leave? Jack: Yeah, she’s going to be waiting for you down in the car. Cherry: Okay, that works. Now help me find my shirt and… I immediately grasped my head and stopped talking. The room started to spin and I was getting dizzy. I dropped to a knee as Jack looked at me frantically. Jack: Greg? GREG? Are you okay? I started convulsing on the bed as the pain in my head started to grow and grow and grow… Cherry: AHHHHHHHHHHH! DAMN IT! The convulsing stopped and I lay sprawled out on the bed. Jack just stared at me with wide eyes wondering what had happened. He didn’t know whether to call for help or try and wake me up. He looked at me closer as I blinked my eyes and looked up. Cherry: Jack…where the fuck am I? Jack: You’re in a hotel room right now. What happened? Cherry: I don’t know, I just kinda blacked out. My head is pounding and…what the hell is that? Jack: What’s what? I pointed to the United States Championship that was sitting on my dresser. Cherry: Please tell you brought that from home so that you could show people that I was once United States Champion. Jack: Well…here’s the thing. Cherry: Don’t “here’s the thing” me, Jack. I don’t need that bullshit from you. I lead the Crew, you don’t need to do that. Jack’s eyes widened for whatever reason I didn’t know. Jack: You want me to explain this? Cherry: Well, considering I don’t want to have to rifle through a bunch of filmed footage of my life, now would be a good time to explain to me what the hell is going on. Jack: Okay…I’ll start from the beginning. Cherry: Good starting spot. Now get on with it.. Jack: A couple weeks ago before your match with Xander, you got hit in the head with a shovel. Cherry: I vaguely remember that, but nothing after. Jack: You don’t remember your double title match with Xander? Cherry: No…wh… My eyes widened in horror as I knew where Jack was going with this. I glanced back at the US Title, hoping to see the SCW Championship beside it, but it was not to be. Cherry: No… Jack: Greg, please… Cherry: No. No. NO FUCKING WAY! Jack: No, please, listen. Cherry: YOU’VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME! HOW THE FUCK DID I LOSE TO XANDER? Jack: The thing is, you grabbed the US Title in that match, but you didn’t get the SCW Title and… Cherry: Don’t say it. Don’t you even go there, but I have my rematch at Rise to Greatness, right? Jack: Actually… Cherry: What the hell does that mean? You better not be lying through the skin of your teeth and telling me that I’m not main eventing Rise to Greatness. Jack: I’m not lying…you’re not. Cherry: … Jack: I’m sorry. Cherry: Well, then who the hell has the shot against Xander Valentine if I don’t get to use my rematch clause? Jack: Oh boy. Cherry: What? Jack: …Jason Wheeler. I gritted my teeth and I just walked out the door, slamming it behind me. Back in the room, Jack called Ashley. Jack: Ash, you better get out of that car. Greg’s back and he’s really really pissed. I walked down the halls, kicking and throwing everything that wasn’t nailed down and hell if it was nailed down, I kicked the shit out of it. This could not be happening. Not only did I “lose” my title, but I wasn’t even granted a rematch and only because I was told I lost my memory. I’ve been given bullshit before but this was absolutely crossing the line. This was the last straw, I wasn’t going to take it anymore. Jack: Greg! Cherry: What the hell is it now? Do I have a match on Breakdown? Jack: Yeah… Cherry: Fantastic, against who? Jack: Christian Savior. Cherry: Wonderful, I’ll warm up tomorrow. Jack: It’s for the US Title, though. I swallowed my saliva and I turned my head back towards Jack and stared him deep in the eyes. He knew that I was not in the mood to be around anyone right now. Not after the circumstances which I had just found out how I lost the SCW Title and now, without me knowing, I’m put in a United States Championship match against Christian Savior. Cherry: Why the hell doesn’t he just take the title away from me? How about he just puts up obstacle after obstacle after fucking obstacle until I can’t jump over them anymore? That son of a bitch wants to bury my career, well, you know what? Not on my watch. Now, get the fuck out of my way before I kill someone. Jack moved out of the way and I stormed back down the hallway and up to the hallway where my room was at. I pounded on the door in frustration as I entered my room. I picked up the United States Championship and threw it against the wall. I sat down on the desk and put my head in my hands trying to gather myself over the biggest clusterfuck of my career…and that includes Pay Per View. Cherry: You know something, this is no longer about me being a great athlete. This is no longer about me earning respect. For once in my life, I don’t want respect and I don’t want to be known as the greatest wrestler alive today. I want revenge and I want it now. Oleksa Drachewych, you son of a bitch, I am sick and tired of this bullshit you feed me. You think it’s funny and you’re just going to sit back and smirk at me like I have no idea what I’m doing. You knew damn well that I had mental instability. You knew it, I didn’t, but you still made me face Xander in a ladder match ten days after I kicked his sorry oversized ass. You want to talk about screwjobs? Oleksa, you and I know each other all too well in that aspect. Forget April 25th where you screwed the Crew out of the Tag Team Titles. That no longer matters. You screwed me out of the SCW Championship and for that, I will never let you forget that. Consider this a heads-up and I’m only doing this so you realize what I can do. You, Wheeler and Xander all took the spot that I worked my ass off for five months in a row, beating people left and right in every kind of match imaginable when people said it couldn’t be done. I proved critics wrong, I proved everyone wrong, but it was you, you conniving bastard that had the gall to grant Xander Valentine a rematch THAT BY THE WAY HE DIDN’T DESERVE! LAST TIME I CHECKED, YOU DON’T GIVE REMATCHES TO CHALLENGERS! THEY GO TO THE BACK OF THE LINE! But, it was all a plan to get the title off of me. I’ve had enough of it. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back and Oleksa, you may not like it, hell, you may not care, but your days as the owner and ruler of all things SCW are numbered. Mark my words. Christian Savior, you are the unfortunate first victim in my path of destruction. Hell, I don’t care that this is for the United States Championship. Whoopty doo. I’ve been with the United States Championship before, it’s nothing new to me. However, I have proven to the world that I am above the US Title. I beat Speed, Xander, Jay, Dillusion and MV and for what? To get screwed over on Breakdown? Let me put it this way. You didn’t deserve that main event spot, so you should not be surprised that you didn’t get it. You are not main event material and you never will be. You claim that I’m never going to be SCW Champion again, at least I can say that I was SCW Champion, something that you will never experience as I long as I have breath in my body. Like hell, am I going to let a whiny little sumbitch like you hold the top championship in the company. You and your brothers will never taste that championship and I hope Xander kicks Jason’s ass only because I want to be the first to 5 SCW Title reigns. You bring up our past, well, guess what? It doesn’t matter. You beat with a fucking small package. Congratulations, send me a post card to “I Give a Shit, Pennsylvania”. My money’s on that the card won’t get there, because I don’t. You want to talk about the CPC saving my ass for my title reigns. News flash, I didn’t have to claim a championship defense over someone when my opponent was knocked out before the fucking bell rang. You go on and on about how I’m such a horrible champion and whatever and how you were a Triple Crown champion. Too bad that I held one championship longer than you held any of your three. Remember, it’s quality, not quantity, jackass. You can talk about how you beat all of the Crew members, but too bad you couldn’t do it like a man. You had to cheat your way to victory every single time. You can’t deny that. At least when I beat people, I beat them like a man. I don’t have to and hell, I probably won’t anymore. I’m not out to prove that I’m the better athlete anymore. I’m out to prove that I’m dead serious on accomplishing my new mission in my war against the boss. I plan to kill the son of a bitch before I take over the company. I spent 161 days of 2007 so far as SCW Champion and as far as I’m concerned, I’m still SCW Champion. No, I didn’t get knocked for a loop, but I never lost that title. Xander climbed up a ladder and unhooked it. What does that prove? He can climb and he can unhook shit. That’s nice, but he never beat me for that title. I beat him straight up like a man, something that you couldn’t do to save your life. You can’t beat me without help from somebody and on Breakdown, you will experience that same feeling. This isn’t about the United States Championship, this isn’t about claiming glory over another man and this isn’t about respect. Damn it to hell, this is about a man’s pride. My pride and you will worship me tomorrow night as I stand above you, not just as United States Champion, but the most determined, power hungry son of a bitch that SCW has ever seen. You don’t believe me? Then get in my way. I dare you. If I let you leave Breakdown alive, consider yourself lucky. I’m pissed off and I have a right to be. You are owed nothing and I am owed the world for the injustices I have had to suffer. Savior, prepare to die tomorrow night, because that is where my mind lies. And if you don’t like what I say, hell, I don’t give a shit anymore. I kicked the TV off the stand and it fell to the ground, but no damage was done. I picked the US Title up and threw it towards the door. I was above the United States Championship, but no one would ever believe me again. In my mind, I’m still the SCW Champion… It’s only a matter of time before that becomes fact again…and Oleksa Drachewych sees his final days, not just as owner, but as a living human being. Oleksa is a dead man walking…there is no way in hell I’m letting him get away with this. And…scene. |
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