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| Mayhem vs. Cid Turner | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 4 2007, 07:53 PM (463 Views) | |
| Mr. D | Jul 4 2007, 07:53 PM Post #1 |
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| Cid | Jul 7 2007, 01:12 AM Post #2 |
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| The Blood Diamond | Jul 7 2007, 02:09 AM Post #3 |
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dont mean to post to here, but Cid , your whole RP is phucked up , nothing but coding ( im drunk ) ..... so yeah , just looking out for you |
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| The Real Speed | Jul 7 2007, 03:13 AM Post #4 |
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Spam God..The Shinigami of SCW, and better then you
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Delete this later.. heads up to everyone Firefox + Angelfire= Source Code Use IE.. I know..i Know.. it's painful. |
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| Cid | Jul 7 2007, 03:16 AM Post #5 |
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JUST IN CASE EVERYONE HAPPENS TO USE FIREFOX lololol mainly Mayhem Prologue: "It's been a long time since I've even spoken to an SCW crowd or appeared in front of one, by appearance I mean in a fighting way, but you know what I mean. Of course, it's only fitting that this place totally sucks now. Sure, I realized that before I even came back. My minions even realized it. Then again, I can't talk about their intelligence. They're obviously the smartest people around to follow me. That alone shows how stupid the world is since most people hate me. I'm fine with that. It just makes me go longer. People didn't want me to hold the title so I just held on to it even longer than planned. Yeah, I could have gone on longer, but I didn't feel like it. People say I lost in that Elimination Chamber. Obviously, those people are druggies that have no lives. You know, like most people on this planet. Now, I'm not showing up to any arenas until Rise to Greatness. People aren't worthy enough to see my return on regular cable television. I just know the people will LOVE to see me at the biggest show of them all." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Everyone hates me." Cid was slumped against the wall, a medium-sized can of beer in his right hand, slightly tipped over. He has baggy eyes, shaggy hair, and stubble all around his face. He slowly looks up as his friend softly kicks him in the leg. Jeff: "No, everyone does not hate you. You're just drunk and saying how you truly do feel." Cid Turner: "Hey. I am not drunk. People hate me. Nobody loves me. I'm going to get mobbed once I get to Yankee Stadium. I should have never come back, Jeff. It was stupid of me and now I feel like taking a bunch of steroids and soon going into an insane rage, killing you and myself in the process." Jeff: "Listen, as your friend/therapist, I really suggest you don't do that. No, I mean, why would you do that? You're going to get paid for what you love to do, and that's kick ass. Am I right?" Cid slowly droops his head as Jeff finishes off his statement. Jeff kicks him in the leg again, this time a little harder. Cid quickly lifts his head up, his can slowly falling over. Jeff: "Get up, man! This is insane! You have to be in Denver tomorrow to promote your return in New York. Come on! Tons of people will be there, maybe even a few underage women." Cid Turner: "... They're gonna laugh at me." Cid slowly gets himself up and sits in a chair, resting his head on the dining table as Jeff rolls his eyes. Jeff: "Yeah, sure. What are they going to laugh at you for, Cid?" Cid Turner: "Well, last time I was in SCW, I was fired. In front of a bunch of people. Fired, Jeff. Cid Turner was fired. By some loser who probably doesn't even wrestle anymore." Jeff: "Oh. No, that Caleb Andrews still wrestles. Pretty good, too." Cid starts to sob loudly. Jeff: "Oh, my God. Please tell me you're not crying. Listen, Cid, you have to forget about all of that. Now is the time to get back up on your feet. We have to get you that title again, then we can all be happy, you know? Now, since you don't seem to be listening, I'll just motivate you... with song. Oh, Cid. You---" Cid Turner: "No, no. Stop. You're right. Stop." Cid brings his head back up, wiping his face with the sleeve of his silk robe. Jeff: "Also, I was reading some comments today, most people are wondering why the hell you're returning to face... well, Mayhem. They think it's pathetic, really." Cid chuckles. Cid Turner: "You got me to get up. Are you just wanting me to get back down, or something? Why the hell would you mention that? Also, why wouldn't you hack the internet, you geek, and get the message out that the reason I want to face Mayhem is because I want to get a nice warm up before I come back to the SCW full time." Jeff: "Hack the internet? Geek? What are you, fourteen?" Cid Turner: "Maybe I am! Want to get your ass kicked by a fourteen year old?!" Jeff: "That doesn't even make sense, you're not fourteen! Listen, Cid, it's been fun, sitting here, trying to get you up since for the past year or so, you've sat here, getting hammered and probably gaining weight." Cid Turner: "Ah, no. I don't gain weight. I'm a Cid. Cids don't gain." Jeff: "Well, you look a little 'doughy' under that robe." Cid Turner: "Oh, now you're looking under my robe? When was this?" Jeff: "Right about the time you fell down the stairs and everything popped out. Listen, we gotta go. Now. So, I'll go pack your stuff and since you're intoxicated, I'll drive. Tomorrow, the return of Cid officially begins!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cid sat on top of an inflatable 'king's chair', carefully moving himself around. Cid Turner: "Dude, I feel like I'm goin' to break this damn thing. How much did this piece cost?" Jeff: "Well, the whole float cost a lot. It's fully stable. You don't have to worry about a thing." Cid Turner: "What, are you serious? It's a bunch of air on top of a slab of cement and wheels." Jeff: "Listen, nothing is going to happen. What's up with you, man? If you were the old Cid, you would have set this stuff up yourself." Cid Turner: "Well, maybe I'm a changed man, Jeffrey. Ever think of that? Maybe I want to change my ways, be a better person." Jeff: "... Whoa, dude. Serious?" Cid Turner: "Nah. Let's get this show on the road." Jeff: "Right. Okay, guys. Go!" Cid is startled as the float slowly begins to move. He tries to get a nice grip on the arms of his chair but the inflatable chair just gets thinner in his palm. He quickly realizes this and lets go. The float picks up the pace a bit and goes through a black curtain. When the float fully gets through, Cid looks at all of the signs hanging from buildings in a poor part of Colorado. 'Welcome Home, Sid!' is one banner hanging from an apartment building. Cid Turner: "Come on, get my name right at least." Cid looks around below him and notices maybe a dozen or so boys and girls watching him. One of the boys holds up a cardboard sign with the saying, 'YOU SUCK' written on it. As soon as Cid sees him, he quickly hops the guard rail and take out a knife. Cid starts to scramble out of the chair but finds himself just bending it. The kid sticks the knife in the side of the float, letting out a quick pop. A group of security guards rush towards the kid, who has already began running. Cid slowly sinks into his own float as the rain starts to come down. Jeff hops up and begins dragging Cid out as the rain starts to form small puddles inside the float. Jeff pulls Cid out and releases him, making Cid fall onto the ground on his side. He groans and gets himself up using the guard rail. Cid Turner: "Aw, my shoulder. You said it was safe, you idiot!" Jeff: "I didn't expect anyone to try and murder it! Idiot!" Cid Turner: "What did you expect?! I thought we were in Colorado, not COMPTON. Why am I not in the richest part of the state?" Jeff: "This was the only place available for an event like this. Give me a break, Cid. I can't do everything." Cid continues to rub his sore shoulder, which before was covered in an inflatable armor suit. Cid Turner: "Damn it... whatever. Look, go talk to those teenagers over there. I'm done with you for now." Jeff shrugs and walks over to the girls, who seemed surprised and excited after witnessing the event. Jeff: "You know, ladies, I have a lot of money and..." Jeff's voice trailed off as Cid walked around the back to get into his trailer, which now had 'GO TO HELL' spray painted on the side of it. Cid bit his lower lip as he marched into his trailer. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cid Turner: "I just wanna comment on somethings. I mean... I just have to. There's a lot of stuff on my mind. First of all, I'd like to address why I was fired. Clearly, if you all didn't notice, I wasn't trying. If I was trying, WHICH I WASN'T, I would have won. Hands down. The thing is, I didn't want to do this anymore. I didn't want to come out for anyone to perform. I was there for the pay. So, duh, I didn't try. What, you think I'd actually lose to someone like that Caleb guy? No. I didn't try. I DIDN'T. Moving on though, I want to talk about the current state SCW is in. I mean, it's obviously dying. Nobody can deny that. Hell, that's the reason I was even brought back. They want me to save a dying SCW, something I've actually done a few times. SCW was on the verge of dying as my 'strongest contender' was Greg Cherry. Come on, it's pathetic. He was the champion nearly the whole time I was gone. Now that, that's REALLY pathetic. This guy is a total loser and I wouldn't mind beating him again. What does his reign have on mine, anyway? Nothing. He was going up against guys like Jay Gold, The Real Speed, Dillusion, and now Xander Valentine? I can beat every single one of them, they're all inferior to me. Actually, I'm gonna make this clear for all of you morons out there, which is over half of you. Every single one of you watching, every single one of you that is in the SCW, you are all inferior to me. I'm the higher power, no matter what. It doesn't matter if I'm facing Mayhem, Greg Cherry, or even Xander Valentine. Hell, it wouldn't matter if I was facing some double inferior woman since, you know, that's what all the returning 'stars' do. Chad Evans. James Toreno. Those other guys. It. Does not. Matter. I'm the best. Opening match, main event. The best. Every match I'm in is considered a main event. Now, let me tell you why I chose Mayhem as my first victim. Well... he's easy. It's as simple as that. I'm not going to lie to you, he sucks. I'm not going to say he's some warrior and will give it his all. Chances are, he's so depressed after losing to a bunch of women, he might just hang himself before Rise to Greatness even comes. I figured, hey, I might as well give this loser a shot at the main event. It's a great warm up match for me, I need to get my groove back. However, I'm still not that sharp on my talking skills. Let me get used to that again. Listen, Mayhem, I realize that when this was actually announced, there was no doubt you were like, 'Oh, my God, he wants to face me!!' Well, that's not really true. I just picked you because, looking over the roster, you were probably the worst one. I guess I kind of did want to face you, but not in an honor-like way. Just to kick your ass. Before I get to you, I just want to say something about your partner, Mister Showtime. Show, I'll admit. You used to be cool. In fact, we were good friends. Dynasty was the best group in the SCW. Sure, that was based all on me, but you were at least there to witness it. I'm straying away from my main point, though. I'm sorry. Listen, you were cool at one time. Now, I come back to see you've come back. I'm thinking, 'hey, maybe Show will want to serve under me again!' It turns out, you're with... Mayhem. Maybe you're desperate for a partner, but come on, Mayhem? I mean, at this point, I realize you've fallen pretty far. I'd offer you a spot by my side but... the sad thing is, you seem happy to be with such a moron. Maybe by comparison you look better than him, I don't know why you'd want to be with him. You tell me. I just wanted to comment on that and remind you. Dude, you've fallen all the way to the bottom. At least as a minion of mine, you'd be higher up. Now, on to the man who you, I don't know, have fun teaming up with. Mayhem, I wanted to be nice. I was just thinking awhile ago about how life would be different if I chose to be nice. Then I realized, why should I? The only reason people hate me so much is because I'm so much better than them. I can be nice, it wouldn't matter. People would still hate me. I didn't even realize that until now. People are just so damn jealous of me it's to the point where they simply judge me since I'm so awesome. I go off topic again. Mayhem, I'm not going to be nice. I'm going to just put it all out there. You're going to get beat. You don't stand a chance. That may sound generic, but come on, man. You're facing the CID. I could be overweight and high on drugs and I'd probably still beat you. I look at your past, what do you have? Let's see. You brought in Jay Gold. Gee, thanks. You brought in possibly the most annoying man known in the history of ever. You haven't won anything besides maybe two matches. Well, considering your thing is facing women, I'm guessing that's what occurred. All women are inferior, yet it takes you multiple tries to beat one of them in a wrestling match of all things. One swipe and the bitch is down, don't you understand that? Now you have to face me. What makes you think you can beat me one-on-one, huh? What, is Showtime going to run in and try to attack me? He probably will. It won't matter once again. The two of you put together don't even have enough talent to take me. The whole SCW isn't enough. You have no momentum since there's a good chance you might face another woman before Rise to Greatness and lose. That is, if you don't commit suicide before we have our main event. I know you haven't spoken to me yet, it's okay though. You're probably still in shock that you actually get to face me. You get your big chance. It's either that, or well... you actually DID commit suicide. Actually, you'd be better off doing that. I know you're probably so happy about this since you're so confident in your ability and God this and that, well let me tell you something. I'm God, here. This is my world. I'm King of the World, even when I'm not a champion. All this confidence you have, you have to realize, believing does not give you some boost. It won't increase your chances of defeating me. Actually, when you mention you prayed last night and that you're more confident than ever, you'll just look even more stupid than you already do since I'm just going to end up beating you after all of that. Either way, Mayhem, it's already game over. I'll just be waiting for you to respond. Until then, later. That's all I gotta say for now." Cid leans back as the scene slowly fades to black. |
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| Mayhem | Jul 13 2007, 08:18 PM Post #6 |
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Hello, my name is Anthony Morrow and I have been imprisoned for over three months now. The reason for my punishment is because not to long ago, I was charged for attempted murder. While I was found guilty, and send here, I have to tell you…during my time inside these prison walls, I came to question a lot of things, even my own existence. At this point of my life, I don’t see no reason to live; I just know there is one. Also, I don’t understand why I am being subjugated inside a prison cell with another criminal when I know I’m not guilty. It’s getting to me, to tell you the truth. I mean, I am not capable of surviving here, even though I’m connected with these so called “prison-veterans”. Everything is moving so slow right now, that I feel I’m better off if I die. But to tell you the truth, I know I can’t give up because back home I still have a girlfriend that I dearly love, and a family to take care of. My occupation before I entered hell was being a part time rapper, and a delivery boy. Yeah I know…it seems like a cheap job but if you actually knocked the hustle like I did, you would have had money fly to you at all angles. But keep in mind that I had a lot of responsibilities; therefore I didn’t have the money to burn. My obligation was serious, so I had to provide my family members and my girlfriend by any means. But here I am…alone with thousands of criminals that feel the same way I do…innocent. The darkness has fallen, and I can already see myself being engulfed by it. Not because I’m just being held here, but because I have no freedom whatsoever. I am being pressed under, I am forced to do labor, I am watched by all corners. I. Am. Jeopardized. What enters my mind the most is, how anybody can think that I attacked Mayhems best friend Michelle. I mean, out of all people that roam the earth, the fingers were pointed at me. It’s frustrating to tell you the least. Why me I ask? Why am I placed in a recondite situation, when I absolutely know what I have done? Not only that, but about a month ago, I received an offer that is more or less of a temptation. And the offer is…to get me out of here by Charlie’s men, while the catch is…Mayhem gets his ass handed by them. If you were in my situation, I know what you would choose, but to tell you the truth…I differ from the rest of yall. I am not willing to betray my friend because I’m captivated inside here; I have no reason to do this to him because even if it would be justice, it wouldn’t be balanced. Therefore, I’m stuck inside a dark world without dark motives. [align=center]Yes…I am capable of thinking without dark motives…at least now I am…I must add [/align] The scene begins while I’m resting inside my cell recoiling back to all the things that I experienced during my time. It doesn’t take much for me to figure out I’m not alone when suddenly an over sized black man enters my cell. As I look over, I realize it’s my bodyguard slash friend Barbarous. I say bodyguard because this monster had my back since Rich Hov introduced me to him. I get up from my bed, and give Barbarous a handshake. “What up god” I say to him, while he replies the same exact way. The reason we call each other gods is because I have learned something about 5 percenters, or also known as the 5 nations of gods and earths. Richard told me about it really: whereas he knew that I myself am a god, and I should know more about my inner self rather following organized religions that caused several wars during centuries. Some of you might actually think that the reason I dropped my Roman Catholic faith and decided to follow the 5 percenters because the darkness inside my current world has consumed me. Well, even if that were to be true, I still would be too stubborn to admit it. As for now, I’m happy with what I believe in, and I am proud to be called “god” by other gods that understand the real meaning of life. “What you been up to” he asks me. I feel flattered as well, because at least somebody cares of how I’m feeling. I take my hand back and say “Nothing much man, just chillen trying to figure this shit out” . Barbarous nods…signifying that he understands me. “Well you know the deal nigga, if you ever need something, just get at me” Every time he says that, the more comfortable I feel inside here. Because if it wasn’t for him, I don’t think I could have gotten rid of the solitude mindset I first had when I stepped between these walls. . “Thanks homie, I really appreciate your loyalty. And you know I’ll participate in every beef you dudes get into. If there’s any problems that emerge in your way, you can always lure me in.” I also wanted him to know that I appreciate his guide, as well that if he or any of his friends get into an altercation with some other cats that they can always count on me riding with them. Suddenly, Barbarous walks around me after nodding once again. One thing that crossed my mind is, what was he doing here anyway? Did he come all the way over here to remind that I have nothing to worry about, or to inform me to get ready for a battle? As I wonder what caused him to come over, I have no choice but to ask. “So what’s good B?” Barbarous takes a seat on my bed, and just shakes his head. “Did you come here because you needed something in particular? Barbarous looks up at me and says “nah god, just came here to tell you that I got your back and I always will” as he finishes his sentence I figured, the god was bored, so he dragged his ass all the way over here just to open a dialog. I wasn’t really in the mood, but it’s whatever I guess. At least it’ll kill time. “Ah alright.” I walk to the corner where the sink is located and I begin to wash my hands out of boredom. When I finish, I turn off the faucet and grab a piece of cloth that was beside of me and I dry my hands with it. “So…” Barbarous speaks up as I look back. “Feeling homesick yet?” I can’t help but to chuckle after hearing the question. It was an obvious question indeed. I just smile and nod my head while I return to my bed and take a seat right next to Barbarous. “Of course man, and the worst part of it all, I miss my baby girl” “Baby girl huh?” “Yesyup! Got this wifey at home, who stays writing me letters. Barbarous cocks both of his eye brows and asks “I see she’s still feeling the god.” I smile once again and answer “of course…me and her been together for an ill minute as well. Barbarous grows a bit curious and proceeds with another question “Ah, well what’s her name. I grin while I proudly pronounce her name. “Jennifer. “Jennifer huh?” says Barbarous as he grins back. I nod, when suddenly I get up. “Hold up, I’ll show you something I climb on my bunk bed, and crawl to my pillow. I then pick up my pillow and grab a picture of my wifey Jennifer. After getting back down to the cold floor, I take my seat again and hand Barbarous the picture. “So this is Jennifer ?” “Yes” I answer while Barbarous observes the picture of my girlfriend. “Man…you got a good looking wifey back at home.” I take the compliment and say “thanks man…but what about you. You got any chicks waiting for you to return?” Barbarous looks down and replies “Nah god…and the reason for that is because I wont be returning home at all” It hit me hard after hearing that. I know I didn’t expect that, but what I regret is asking him the question even though the question was relevant. Damn…if I actually got to know him a bit better, I would have known better. But I found out the hard way. “Damn man…I’m sorry to hear that.” “Its all good god, I’m here the same reason Rich Hov is. Murder” That got me off guard as well, and it seemed like Barbarous was going to continue, but the expression on my face was enough to signify that I didn’t want to know the details. I let out a sigh, and so did he. After a brief moment of silence, Barbarous decided to speak up again. “So when you hitting back home” after hearing the question, I was also ready to answer that will disappoint him. “Lets just say, when I do come back, my girl wouldn’t look so young and fresh as she does on the picture. Watching Barbarous`s face, I saw that he was a bit sad but hey…life’s a bitch and then you die I guess. “There might be an easy way out for me though” Barbarous looks back at me with a puzzled look. “What do you mean?” he asks. I then begin to explain to him, that about a month ago I got a visit from Charlie’s main man. As he visited me, he left me with an offer that any man with a half a brain couldn’t refuse. It was a way out of here, but the catch was to get Mayhem his ass kicked by Charlie’s crew who had heat with him for quite some time. When I finished telling Barbarous that, he knew I was in a tough situation. He also admitted that if he was in my shoes that the offer would be a no-brainer for him. He would get his freedom, while Mayhem would get either scourged to death, or receive a terrible beaten. I was kind of in shock after hearing that, but then again, if I served half my life in jail, the offer would probably be a no brainer for me as well. Anyhow, the conversation got a bit deeper then that when I started telling him how good of friends we were in our childhood and all the activities we did together. When I finished telling him that, he got a clearer understanding of why the offer was so difficult for me, but he still confessed that he would have accepted it regardless. That just shows me what type of life awaits me here in prison. I just hope I make the right decisions in my near future. As time past, Barbarous put his hands around me, and told me that everything will be good. He stated again that he got my back and that nobody else will be able to touch me. I respected that, but what kind of confused me is why does he keep telling me that? I already know that me and the rest of the 5 percenters are affiliated. I understand that you got my back, and I got yours, but it’s getting a bit cheesy and aggravating that he kept informing about that. Nothing against the man though, perhaps he just believes that I’m paranoid around here, so in that case I can see why he keeps mention it. Other then that, the god should just leave me alone. “Alright man, I’ll be heading back to my cell.” Barbarous says while I look a bit confused. I know we still have some time to discuss on some topics so what’s the hurry? Well it’s whatever I guess. If he leaves early, I still have some time to mediate until the po-pos come. “So soon?” I ask. Barbarous gets up and nods his head. “Yeah man, I need to take care of some other things. I slightly lift my head up, and nod. “Ah, alright god. Well thanks for your assistance. Barbarous just nods, while I turn around and climb back to my bunk bed. I went to crawl back to my pillow to hide my picture of Jennifer. When I did, I landed back on the floor and the moment I did that I felt a hard punch right in the back of my head. The punch had a sufficient amount of effect to knock me out. And that’s exactly what it did…it knocked me out as I landed face first on the cold floor. After that, it didn’t take long till I…faded away. [align=center] – [/align] I wake up not to long after the punch was delivered, and when I did I first tend to let out a high groan. But as I attempt to do so, I realize I can’t. I can’t even let out a shriek or anything, due that there is a sock shoved right down my mouth with duck taper over it. What the hell is happening!? I go to tear that shit right out of my mouth but it doesn’t take long to realize that I am unable to do that as well. Whereas both of my hands are tied up. With what? I have no clue. All I know is that I’m half conscious and fear struck me in the worst way. I also partite that I might have coughed out some blood, because as my tongue touches the layer of my sock, I sense a warm and thick liquid. Now it’s either that or its saliva. But then again, why the freak do I care?! I am here held against my own will and I have no freaking clue of what’s happening. I suddenly hear some footsteps, and the worst part of it all…it’s not outside the cell. It’s within it. I also realize there’s only one pair of footsteps therefore there must be one man with me. But who? Who was the last person I was in contact with before all of this happened?! [align=center] “Don’t worry Anthony…I got your back” [/align] Barbarous!!! It was the overweight goofy looking, motherf**** that laid me out cold. But what the freak is the reason for all of this. Why did he betray me like that…I thought we was brothers inside this jail. Suddenly, I feel his fat fingers grasping around my waist, and once he got a good grip on my waistline, he started to pull down my pants. Oh F*** no! This cant be happening…not this way. My heart begins to pump as I being to panic. Sweat begins to come out of its pours, and start to appear on my forehead. My whole body was numb, and I know I was in my worst case scenario in my life! Next, I feel my pants reach down to my ankles and then I hear Barbarous struggling to take down his own pants. I still can’t believe what’s happening… I struggle to get free, but it’s useless. Even my feet are tied together and I know everything is out of my reach. Even the F***** pigs are out of sight. I mean where the heck are they supposed to be at? I thought they were supposedly to look over us once in a while. Oh wait I forgot…dunking donuts got their F****** attention! This is worse then a travesty…I’m being held against my own will and in more ways then one. I continue to struggle, but I’m also being held steady. My current foe is going to have his ways with me, and I can’t do anything about it. Suddenly, I hear that Barbarous has finally lowered his pants to his ankles. At this point, I begin to grow anxious and I resume to get free. But whatever I do Barbarous is right there behind me making sure I don’t move an inch. Suddenly, Barbarous kneels down at the back of my knees. I go to let out a loud yell because the pain is irresistible. However, there is nobody that can hear me, and I suppose even if there were, they probably knew Barbarous plan before hand. Speaking of which…I can’t believe he got me. I mean the whole mood between him and myself was basically generic, when –poof- suddenly I’m fighting for my manhood. Sometimes, when sick and perverted people begin to mastermind to attack their prey, the victims can sometimes at least sense of what’s going to happen, but that wasn’t the case with me. I trusted B…I really did. But then again…I also trusted Mayhem. Next, I feel Barbarous leaning forward to put his hands on my back. As he does so, more pressure is added on the back of my knees. Suddenly, I sense my underpants are getting pulled down. And once Barbarous pulls them down successfully, my bare is ass is exposed. Now this is the time where I close my eyes and just hope that someone comes in to rescue me. This is the time, where I’m expecting to either the cops to come in, or one of my friends. This is the time…. This is the time…. Suddenly…I feel barbarous ten inch penis puncture right through the hole. It’s already too late… I begin to groan and whimper while Barbarous jerks back and forth…until finally I open my eyes to see if I’m going to receive any fortunate luck. But as my eyes are wide open I turn my head to the side, and attempt to look at Barbarous. But it’s not Barbarous who I see…but instead…it’s Mayhem. I begin to look at his face as he has a smile on his face-no…a grin on his face…NO!...a smirk on his face. I continue to look in pain as all I see is Mayhem enjoying his actions…as he continues to pump away like when you trying to fill a ball with air, by using a pump. But Mayhem is pumping more then just air up my anus…and the worst part of all…I can feel it. It seems to me that Charlie’s main man was right…it was Mayhem who put me here. It was him who refused to tell the cops that I had nothing to do with Michelle. Everything is now making perfect sense but like I said…. It’s too late… The pain keeps on torturing me and I can’t do anything about it. All I can is continue to whimper and groan until everything is over. And after 5 minutes…it is. [align=center] – [/align] Here I am…lying senselessly on the cold floor. I have been finally untied, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I still feel as if I’m subjugated. The room is empty, and in couple of minutes I’m sure the officers are going to return to make sure everyone is back in their cells. But I don’t care…let them find me like this. Let the whole world know that I’m like a savaged animal that is about to demise. Because I just cant take it anymore. And I never could. The betrayal…the misunderstanding…the pain…the torture…it was just too much. And I know for a fact, if you were a bare witness to this incident you probably wouldn’t give a rat’s ass. Well you know what? I know who yall just might care about. And that person is who I hold accountable of forcing me to go through all of these miserable changes. The person that cant call, write or contact me in anyway to see if we’re still cool…the person that shared the same goals like me at one period of time, the person that I laid my trust upon… *sigh* Lets keep this brief shall we...the reason I feel like shit and the reason I’m going through these problems is all because of Mayhem!... [align=center] ------------------------------------------------[/align] Hello, my name is Michelle and my current setting is Mayhems own house in Boston Massachusetts. Most people that live around here, feel very secure and protected because the suburbs really add a positive feeling in the environment. But unfortunately, I can’t say I feel that way. The reason for that is because not to long ago, I have been attacked and send to the hospital. And ever since I came out of there, I have been struggling with paranoia and I just can’t erase the thoughts that roam my head almost every day. But the moment I stepped out of Salem’s hospital, I must admit that I am feeling somewhat comfortable because Mayhems little cousin Minimi was so generous to keep me company. I know he hates sleeping here, because he wants to go back to his own home, but I really am thankful that I have somebody like him who can watch over me. Because that’s what I need…I need somebody to watch over me. The scene starts as I’m flipping through some pages while I’m looking at my magazine. At the moment I’m alone, because Minimi had to go run some errands and do some grocery shopping. It didn’t really bother me because honestly…I started to get used to this. I mean, here I am living under a roof that’s not mine, eating food that I didn’t even buy…sleeping on a bed that belongs to a 6 foot 7 man who has a body like a gladiator…I’m pretty much living the life if you know what I mean. Sure I was a victim who was terribly scourged, but look at me now. Better then ever…and living like a queen. It’s just too bad I don’t have a king next to me, but hopefully Mayhem will notice that this “wrestling thing” isn’t cutting out for him and he decides to just come back home and feed me the sexual desire that I been waiting for such a long time. Not that me and Mayhem actually had sexually intercourse with each other but it be about time if we finally went there. DING DONG The bell rings, and I immediately get up off my—I mean Mayhems couch. It’s probably Minimi who can’t unlock the door with his keys because he’s probably caring to many grocery bags, so he needs my assistance. Well, as I open the door there is this fine chick that was standing right behind it. As I look at her, I can’t help but to notice her light-brown skin and he black wavy hair. I was in surprise to see her, because I was really expecting Minimi to return, but anyhow who could this chick be? “Hello, I’m the next door neighbor” she says with a soft tone. “Oh…uh hi” I reply while she stretches her hand to me. I then reach for it and shake it. While I start to feel her soft and warm hands, she introduces me her name. “ hi, I’m Jennifer ”.” I let go of her hand, and lie about my identity. “Uh, I’m Mya…nice to meet you I guess.” Minimi always told me not to tell anybody my real name for my own protection. “Nice to meet you Michelle.” I cock my eyebrow…surprised by the fact that she actually knew who I am. “Don’t worry girl…everybody in this block knows who you are and what happened to you. Just like how they know Mayhem is a SCW wrestler who travels around the world to wrestle…” I was kind of relived after hearing how she knew me, but I also grew a bit worried now that I know how many people actually know me. “Oh…uh, well I’m sorry this sounds rude, but what do you want?” I had to ask. “I was wondering if could come in and talk to you.” At this moment I began to ask myself if I should hit Minimis cell phone up, because having a girl that I knew nothing about while she knew few things about me really started to freak me out. “Uh…I don’t think- well Min” I suddenly get pushed by the side as Jennifer just storms in. Something inside of me tells me to defend myself, but as I glance at her when she enters, I notice her expanded stomach. That must mean one thing…pregnancy. “Umm…excuse me?” I try to clutch her attention but she simply ignores me and walks right into the living room. When she does so, she sits right on the couch where I have been sitting the entire time. I then shut the door and go to the living room; I also sit on a couch, but across from hers. “Look, I need to talk to you.” She wants to talk to me heh? Well this should be interesting. “I don’t feel like wasting much time because quite frankly…I don’t have much to waste. You see Michelle, I know who you are and I know that you must be freaked out at this point. Anybody would if they just came out of the hospital and they had a wild chick with a baby storm inside their house. Or should I say Mayhems house.” I continue to listen as I stay silent. “Yeah I know Mayhem Mich…and so did my boyfriend Anthony! Speaking of which…you know damn right that he had NOTHING to with your attack. You know it wasn’t him who entered your house and nearly killed you. So I ask you…why the f*** didn’t you say anything about it?! .” I swallow my saliva as I try to get my words out. “I—uh, how do you know it wasn’t him.” “Because bitch...” she starts aggressively… “he was with Mayhem when you were found unconscious in the kitchen. Come on Michelle, you knew this and you didn’t say anything about it.” “Well... its because I couldn’t. I was in a come for a while” I clarify while I begin to sweat. “UH AH... so it wasn’t Anthony?!” I swallow once again. “Well—uh, I—I don’t know.” “That’s right... you DON’T know ho…and that’s why Anthony is doing time even though my man didn’t even do the f****** crime.” I stay silent for a brief moment until I decide to speak up. “Look, I apologize for the misunderstanding, but I really can’t get into this topic. I’m too sensitive to talk about it now. At this point, all I can say is that I’m terribly sorry for what you are going through. I can only imagine how hard it has to be for you, and for the upcoming baby whose daddy is serving time in prison right now. I also want to tell you that, once I get fully recovered, me and you can get back to this” After I said what I had to say, I only waited for Jennifer fire back at me, and start yelling at me. Because I expected the chick wouldn’t let go of this, while I didn’t even want to get into it. But if the convocation really would evaluate to the next step, I would have no choice but to either call Minimi…or the cops. “*sigh* you see Michelle…this is where things get even more complicated.” The tone of her voice quiets a bit. “The sons father isn’t doing any time in prison…” Huh?...I ask myself “But he’s instead getting ready to fight the king of the world, this Sunday night.” After that sentence came out of her mouth, I was in utter shock. Not only was I moved by a woman that I knew for maybe roughly 5 minutes, but I came to know that she was Anthony’s girlfriend. It was starting to slowly get to me, but I wasn’t going to let nobody get the best of me. I’m a strong woman, and I know I can survive this. I don’t care if anybody wants to defend him, I know what happened. Therefore, people can yap their gums all they want; I will still be the same woman BEFORE the incident. But anyways, just when it seemed things couldn’t get worse…they did. Here I have a pregnant woman, first yelling at me because she thinks that Anthony had nothing to do with battering me, and then tells me the shocking news. All I can say is that I’m in the midst of all of these things…I have nothing to do with anybody else’s problems because I AM the victim. If anybody is to blame, it should be the person that just caused even more botheration. The person that caused even more problems…the person is no other then… Mayhem!... [align=center] ------------------------------------------------[/align] The scene finally opens up inside a dimmed room where we see the one and only Mayhem kicking it back in a recliner which is placed in the center of a room. Mayhem suddenly focuses on the camera and begins to speak. Mayhem- Hello SCW, my name is Mayhem and I have been part of this great company since it pretty much started. The moment I came in here I immediately began to st—oh f*** it. Man I hate when I do this. When I go back to where I already been. Two thousand and four. Damn it’s annoying. I don’t understand why I can’t face the fact that SCW is not what it once was. Its not anymore the company that I helped build, but instead…its better. Yes, and now here I am…going at the grandest stage of them all. Rise to Greatness. To tell you the truth, I really have to tell you that I have no confidence whatsoever of defeating Cid. Why? Because there is no reason for me to be confident anymore. We all know since I returned I showed lack of effort, and now I have Cidney try to rub it in my face by bringing back old losses. Well, maybe that’s what I need. A good reminder of what I was NOT to long ago. Why thank you Cid. After bringing back the losses I lost to bitches, really makes me want to get ready not to lose to another one this Sunday night. Oh and Cid…welcome back. Yeah, speaking of which…why did you come back in the first place? I thought you didn’t try to beat Caleb Andrew in a loser leaves match, so why all of a sudden are you here? Is it maybe because you have nowhere else to go? Because everywhere else you go, you get rejected by the peers that don’t laugh at your cheap jokes? Or is it because…SCW is the only group of people that actually believe you’re a king? Maybe that’s it, but its whatever. I don’t like you Cid…and I never did. Even when I was doing the domination while you were in the locker room bugging the f*** out everyone. You remember that Cid? The beginning of your career? The time where your ring abilities matches Mitch Doogans? But uh…why don’t you bring that up Cidney. Why attack me, because if I really am the weakest link on the SCW roster, then why make it a big deal with the losses I had to suffer? If I really downright suck, then I shouldn’t even be worthy to be spoken down to. I should just be ignored, just like how you were when you entered SCW. But you see, people know that there is something that confines me from leasing my inner self. They know that I’m strictly held against my own boundaries and I won’t reach success anytime soon. So this gives them the chance to dig up dirt on me, so I can always look back. But guess what Cid, how the heck am I supposed to rise to greatness if I have my head turned in the wrong direction? I can’t…and that’s why its time. Its time for me go out and do what I did back in the days…dominate. Make problems, to cause pain, and the only thing I left off is hype up the fans. But that’s because those aren’t my interests anymore. Not at this stage of my career. So last week on Breakdown when you thought you could get into my head by try to use the fans to say how poor of an entertainer I am, it doesn’t affect me at all. Because Cid…I don’t care. I can’t afford to focus on the fans when they are nothing but a distraction. Just like you are…a distraction to the SCW. When people from all over the world come and look at our talents, you’re always in the way because of your “jokes”. Because of your intentional falls, or your intentional fights with midgets. Nobody has the chance to even look at what wrestling really stands for because you always make a total fool out of yourself. Which grabs people’s attention in the wrong way. You’re making SCW a laughing stock, and you think it’s cool. Or should I say, because you think its meepus?? Anyways, there is a reason why I’m just sitting inside this recliner cutting a promo, instead inside a trailer where you grew up in. And the reason for…because the jokes are over. I don’t have the time to go out there in public and intentionally make myself look stupid because I know I’ll get a cheap laugh out of it. I rather like to just chill here, and collect my though and think of what to do next in the SCW. It might sound boring, generic, dull, but Cid at the end of the day, when I have everything arranged and I’m ready to face you…you’re going to realize in no time that the joke is on you. But anyways, I hope you’re ready as well. Because if I really am going to face the king of the world, then I should see you enter Rise to Greatness stronger then ever. So start to lose the extra baggage you carry with you, because even though I performed so poorly these past 7 months…I don’t think I really deserve to wrestle at the grandest stage of them all against an oompa loompa. Whereas that’s what you are…a man that things he’s this big god figure, but always come in too short…and too fat. Well nowadays when I see you, back then you were actually a great athlete. You had it going, but then again…I was too. It now all comes at the end of who wants it more. And Cid, if you really deciding to return to the SCW in the grandest stage of them all, and challenge supposedly the weakest wrestler on the roster, then it just tells me that in this match, you have nothing to lose and nothing to gain. Which means, I at least have something worth fighting for. But Cid, I know you’re hanging on every word I’m saying, just so you can either cut a whole promotion off of it, or by using it against me. Therefore, I’m going to keep it brief for now, and I know you don’t see much of me but it’s all because I’m doing some major thinking. I’m masterminding…I’m collecting; I’m getting mentally ready to face you. So while I’m doing that, you go and pay another kid to stab you, punch you, spit at you, or anything else to make the crowd do what they always did to you. And that is of course…laugh at you. Also, keep in mind Cid you returned to the SCW right when I got my mojo back. Right after I threw Greg’s crew inside the pits they came out of, right when I started to dominate like I did before. And I wanted to tell you to get used to that. Because trust me, anybody can come out and claim that their a king of some sort, but it only takes a unique mind which I posses to come up with an idea and do exactly the opposite what every body else wants to do. Which is either “save” SCW or, just supposedly make it better. I’m going to start to shake things up, I’m going to twist things up a notch, I’m going to crush dreams, and destroy legacies, and I’m going to rip SCW apart because once I do so, I will be the only one to put the pieces back together. It will be the one and only, Cid…and you will see SCW slowly falling to the traps I set, and once it does, SCW will be demolished and all because…of me!! [align=center] SCW’s Problem Child. [/align] |
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| Mayhem | Jul 14 2007, 10:58 PM Post #8 |
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The biggest night of my freaking life is just a few hours away, and I have to tell you…never have I been nervous in my life as I am now. In couple of moments I’m going to go toe-to-toe with the man that headlined this event last year. So, what are the chances of me actually winning? Wait, let me rephrase that question. Are there any chances of me winning? To be honest with you…I don’t think so. You see SCW…I got love for yall, I really do. But the love inside of me is slowly fading away, and I don’t think I really have to explain why. However, if you really are curious, then I’ll let my current record speak for itself. Yeah…it’s that bad. But I’m still hanging in there…I still don’t have the most degrading loses compared to some cats in the roster. I still am over some wrestlers and I got finally some momentum going since teaming up with Show. But still…I am far away from the status I want to reach. And I think that this pay per view…if I actually manage to beat Cid Turner, I’m going to finally reach the climax of my career. Well not quite, but I’m definitely going to be placed back on the map again…however if I do lose to Cid Turner…and if I do fail to Rise this Sunday, then I’m going to be send not all the way down the pyramid…but under it. That’s right, if I was to lose to him, I would have so much shiz buried on top of me, it be almost impossible to get back on my two feet again. But I can’t show nobody that I’m actually doubtful. Because that’s a sign of fear, and once Cid senses that…then its light out. Shows over…and I want to avoid that by all cost. As for the moment, I have to regain composure and maintain stable. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (The scene opens up inside a bathroom, where Mayhem walks in and walks to one of those wall toilets. When he approaches one of them, he turns to it and begins to unzip his pants. When he gets the zipper all the way down, he pulls out his “big-Ben” and…starts to unload his gun.) Mayhem- *whistle* As Mayhem begins to whistle he suddenly hears a voice within the bathroom. ???- Hey! Mayhem stops whistling and turns his head side-to-side. Mayhem- Hello? ???-…Mayhem…you finally arrived. (When Mayhem finishes he shoves his lethal weapon back in its proper place and zips up his pants.) Mayhem- uh…who’s there? ???- Its me Mayhem… (Mayhem starts to duck down, and peeps under the doors to see if he’s going to spot some feet that belong to the mystery man) Mayhem- Its you who? (Stands back up normal) ???- You’re guide Mayhem. Mayhem- (confused)…my guide. ???- Yes. Mayhem- Whats that supposed to mean? ???- I’m the man that started to help you through life…through your career, and through your personal problems. Mayhem-…doctor Phil? ???- *sigh* (Suddenly one of the doors open and a midget that was standing on top of a toilet jumps down and approaches Mayhem) Mayhem- Conway?...what the heck are you doing here? Mr. Conway- What, you thought you were just going to leave me in Oklahoma while I watch your pitiful ass get beat in the middle of the ring, week in and week out? Mayhem- Look Conway, I’m really not in the mood for this. I don’t have time to play okay? If you want to act immature then go pick someone your own size, like Cid Turner or something. Mr. Conway- Aww…poor little Mayhem is going through some emotions like a bitch, and can’t handle the truth. Mayhem- *sigh* Mr. Conway- I’m here to help you maggot. Mayhem- I don’t need your help. Mr. Conway- Oh yeah, and why do you say that? Mayhem- Well, when I hired you to help me against Speed, I failed. Mr. Conway- Oh so it’s my fault? Mayhem- No…but I didn’t get the help I was seeking for. Mr. Conway- Well, at least I see some improvement. Mayhem- How? Mr. Conway- Well, at least now you can pee while standing up. That has to be a plus. (Mayhem rolls his eyes and goes to wash his hands) Mr. Conway- (Laughs) (Mayhem looks over at Conway) Mayhem- Whats so funny? Mr. Conway- Oh nothing…just don’t understand why you’re washing your hands. Mayhem- Uhh…because I just took a piss…duh! Mr. Conway- Pss…oh please. It’s not like you actually had something to touch. (Mayhem lets out a frustrating sigh and walks out of the bathroom. Mr. Conway goes to follow him and they meet up again in the lobby. They are in Yankees stadium by the way) Mayhem- Can you stop doing this to me Conway…I have a match to get prepared for. Mr. Conway- I know. Mayhem- Then why are you on my case? Mr. Conway- Because it’s cute watching you being mad. It actually looks like you’re going to do something about it. Mayhem- What makes you think I won’t? Mr. Conway- Well for one…you’re a bitch, and two…you can’t. Mayhem- *sigh* okay, that’s it. (Mayhem goes to walk towards Conway when suddenly two masked man ambush Mayhem from behind and put over a black bag over his head. The scene then fades to black.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (The scene opens up again and we see Mayhem in his locker room, but he is tied up to his chair. In front of him we have Mr. Conway, and two large men next on each side of him. Mayhem suddenly begins to wake up and shakes his head.) Mr. Conway- Hello Mayhem. Mayhem- Ha…uh…where am I? Mr. Conway- Mayhem…you are currently in your locker room, but are tied to a chair. The reason for this is, because I can’t let you go the ring without being taught a lesson. Mayhem- Whats the reason for all this? Mr. Conway- Listen Mayhem…tonight…is the biggest night of your life. And if you decide to let it slip, then Mayhem…you can forget your future. You can forget anything you planed because people will grow sick and tired of you. And nobody will ever believe in you ever again. I’m saying this to you Mayhem because no matter how much I hate you…I feel pity for you. I will also feel guilty if I let this opportunity slip by not helping a desperate man like yourself who is in need. (Mayhem is finally fully awake) Mayhem- Oh man…please Conway, just untie me dawg. I don’t have the patience for this. I can take care of Cid…its no problem. Mr. Conway- Is it Mayhem…is Cid Turner really not a problem. (Mayhem just groans) Mr. Conway- Let me show you something. (Mr. Conway snaps his fingers and the men suddenly get a TV monitor that was on the corner, and moves it in front of Mayhem. Conway then takes a remote in his hands and turns on the T.V.) Mr. Conway- Take a look at this. (An image comes on the T.V and it’s an image of Cid Turner in his old days) Mr. Conway- You see this Mayhem? This is Cid Turner back in two thousand and four. And I’m pretty aware you caught Cids promo am I correct. *Mayhem just nods* Mr. Conway- Now you know he’s right about almost everything he said…right? (Mayhem stays silent) Mr. Conway- I mean…lets compare his old look to your “now” look. (Mayhem doesn’t say a word) Mr. Conway- Exactly…there ISNT a comparison. (Mayhem sighs) Mr. Conway- You see Mayhem how you low you steeped? Mayhem- Whats the point to all of this? Mr. Conway- The point is Mayhem…you need to get in swings of things. Mayhem- Yeah…I already tried that Conway. Mr. Conway- Did you Mayhem?...did you really? Well, let me show you something else. (Conway clicks a button on the remote and a short video is shown.) Lenne starts to get up and she runs at Mayhem, stomping him in the head. Mayhem starts to get up and Lenne runs into the ropes. She attempts the Acuveah, but Mayhem blocks it and throws her off. Lenne gets up and Mayhem runs towards the ropes. He hits the ropes and Grenier nails him in the spine with a right hand. Grenier quickly places something into his tights and Lenne rolls Mayhem up into a pin. 1! 2! 3! (Mayhem turns his head to the side…refusing to let his memories go back to haunt him.) Mr. Conway- Oh I’m terribly sorry Mayhem…I didn’t mean to show you this. Wrong button oops. (Conway clicks on the button again and another video is shown) Mayhem gets up and calls for the Mayhem finisher. A very dulled response comes from the crowd and Mayhem grabs Liana and lifts her up. He then grabs her by the waist, but Liana elbows her way out of it. She then whips Mayhem into the ropes and Carrington trips him up. Mayhem stumbles forward towards Liana and Liana just manages to scoops him up before dropping him down into the Emerald Fusion. The crowd ohs and Liana goes for the pin. 1! 2! 3! The crowd has a mixed reaction and Liana Lewis gets up and jumps up and down in celebration. Carrington enters the ring and hugs her and she smiles as Carrington holds her arm up. Carrington just turns to Mayhem and laughs at him before leading Liana out of the ring. (Conway stops the tape) Mr. Conway- Do you now see Mayhem why you don’t get no satisfaction of any kind? Do you now see why people look down at you? Mayhem- Conway…I realized that a long time ago. Mr. Conway- I was also going to put the match between you and Brian on there, but even I was to disgusted to watch that.…but hey, at least you’re improving. You and Showtime did perform pretty good in all three of your matches. However…you still have a long way to go mayhem. A LONG WAY TO GO. Mayhem- very long? Mr. Conway- Yes. Mayhem- Long like (looks down) Mr. Conway-…No shortcuts Mayhem. (Conway presses the button again, and a picture of Cid Turner holding the SCW champion is shown) Mr. Conway- I know it might seem like I basically took the same tape that Cid displayed during his promo, but I had to make sure you follow everything. Because you need a reality check more then anybody right now, so… Mayhem- I understand. Mr. Conway- But anyways, here is what Cid Turner looked like not to long ago. And this is what you need to get ready for Mayhem. I know you’re nervous…I know you’re anxious, but if you really believe in yourself Mayhem…you will pull it ok? Mayhem- believe in myself?...pff please Conway, even that idiot Cid turner knows that doesn’t work. Mr. Conway- Are you sure about that Mayhem? Are you really sure? Mayhem- Hmm…hmm. Mr. Conway- *sigh* ever heard the saying…seeing is believing? Mayhem- Yes… Mr. Conway- Well, here is what I wanted to show you last. (Mr. Conway presses the button on the remote and a tribute for Mayhem begins to play. It starts to show his first return when he attacked Element and CHBK in a last man standing match, and then it switched to the triple threat match between the three. Next, it went to the match Mayhem vs. kid Insane who Mayhem nearly handicapped, as well as the two major matches he almost won. Fetal four way for the Exodus title, and the first ever taking hold of the flame.) Mr. Conway- You see Mayhem…you CAN do it. It just depends on you if you’re willing to take yourself to the next level. (Mayhem has a serious look on him) Mayhem- *sigh* you’re right Conway…you’re right. Mr. Conway- Now I hope you get your head out of your ass Mayhem and start doing things right. Because if you don’t…you can join your friend Element. Because he was in the same situation like you, but instead of thriving for greatness…he quit. Now lets see how you’re going to turn out Mayhem…are you going to be like your arch-enemy Element…or are you going to improve and be the idol that EVERYONE knows you can become? It all depends on you Mayhem…all on you. *Mayhem just nods* Mr. Conway- Alright boys, untie him. *The two men walk around Mayhem and untie him, they then follow Conway as he begins to walk out of the door* Mr. Conway- Oh and one more thing Mayhem… Don’t forget that I’m always watching….always watching. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *The scene opens up again in Mayhems dressing room, but everything is cleared out. It’s only Mayhem who’s sitting in the middle of the ring* Mayhem- Here I am Cid…ready pumped and exited for our match. I know you might not feel the same way, because recently you started to act like one of those conceited bitches on sweet 16 on MTV. But let me just tell you one thing Cid. I know you might overlook me, and think I brought nothing to the table in my first run in the SCW, but keep in mind that I’m the first person that pretty much dominated the taking hold of the flame. I just didn’t go to the end. But the question that remains is…where were you at that time? Also, if you think that I’m bragging because I got a win over the CPC then you’re wrong. Because defeating those looser aren’t worth bragging about. Just how you shouldn’t brag so much about your career when it evidently doesn’t top everyone else’s. You still have a lot of work to do, and a lot of catching up. Oh and another thing…no I didn’t only win 3 matches Cid, no matter how much you trying to degrade me. I know I don’t have the best career thus far, but its not bad as you trying to make it seem. I mean, just look at the people that I have already beaten: Punisher, Brax, CHBK jr; David Grenier, Harley,. Okay maybe it is bad, but Cid…I’m not going to sit here and rant. I’m not going to go down to your level because I’m more grown up for that. I don’t have time to joke. Speaking of which…I never did say you make jokes Cid…I just tried to tell you that you are one. You think you some funny cat wrestling with yourself like you did last year on Apocalypse and stuff, but that’s what I was talking about. This is why you’re making SCW a laughing stock. Because you have nothing better to do but just bother us. I mean there you are displaying some pictures of you…whoo ooh. What did you do after the promo? Pop some Viagra and then tuned in to watch the animal channel? Most likely. And why should I care if you and your brother were tag team champs Cid? That only tells me how much the belts were worthy at one point of time. You guys were pretty much paper champs…fighting losers like Xotic and Keagen. Come on now Cid…you have to understand you’re not that special. And you never was…you’re only lucky that you had Chad Evans to help you. Now remember that…you had somebody who I beat at one time to help you. But I know you don’t care…you use everyone for a stepping stone I understand. However, why is it so special that you’re back Cid. I mean…what am I supposed to do now…warn the village? My point exactly…I should just go to the ring and do what I did when I first stepped inside it…and lay an ass kicking of a lifetime. |
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