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The Real Speed vs. Juan Ramirez; SCW Underground Championship
Topic Started: Aug 30 2007, 08:27 AM (194 Views)
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The Real Speed vs. Juan Ramirez
SCW Underground Championship

RP Limit: 2 RP Limit per match
Trios Tournament limit: 2 RPs per participant

Deadline: 11:59 pm EST Tuesday, September 4, 2007

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Would The Real Speed Please Stand Up?


That god damned two timing son of a bitch. Fuck.. deep breath.. deep breath.. phew. I can't believe this shit. In one week, everything goes to shit. That Dynamite X crushes my title with his foot.. who the hell is he to crush MY title? I'll tell you who he is. He's a god damned loser. A nobody. A reject from ULW that has to associate himself with the loser group known as The Highrollers. The greatest part of his career was teaming with me for that one time only deal. And he blew it. He blew any chance he had of actually being useful to me. And then Drachewych.. oh... don't even get me started on that cocksucker. "I want to make Extreme mean something" blah blah fuckin' blah. You know what Extreme means? It means me. I don't need some Death Chamber to prove anything. I'm the greatest Extreme Champion in the entire history of SCW. FINALLY someone worthy holds the championship. FINALLY it means something and it's not some "jobber title" as some people would suggest. But hey.. judging by my competition these days. One would say that I'm not even being challenged. Hell, last year alone I beat the "top competitors" in SCW in that Chamber. And now this year, I return. I return to defend my championship.. how fitting.. and I return to defend my reputation. The repution of being the only man to go back to back in Chamber wins. At least in SCW. Can anyone top that? I'll give you a hint. That's a direct question and the answer is no. Ok? Good. Just so we're all on the same understanding here, allow me re-iterate that. I WILL go back to back in Chamber wins. I WILL defend my title, and retain it. But first up, we have a little "speed bump" to make sure I don't annhilate everyone so quickly. We have the amatuer boxer Juan Ramirez. We have the Syndicate INC Member himself stepping up to bat. Now over the last few weeks, Mr.Ramirez has said things along the lines of "Speeds win was a fluke" and "I will get my revenge." But hey, since I'm a betting man. I would bet a million dollars in cash.. and you know I have it. I would bet it, that he comes up short.. once again. Why? Because I am The Real Fuckin' Deal. End of discussion, there is no argument in that. Want me to prove it? Fuck you. I've been proving it for the last 4 years in SCW. I have my reputation, and I have my title. I am everything I ever said I was. And hey.. I told you I didn't lie. So believe me when I say this. Mr.Ramirez can go on the injured list and not make it to our Death Chamber this Sunday for all I care. He's just another dumbass who thinks he can be more hardcore then me.
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Narrator- The Real Speed is standing in a fairly medium sized room. There is about twenty some people sitting in office chairs with computers beside them. All eyes are on Speed who is wearing his white suit today, complete with red sunglasses. He takes off his sunglasses as he looks around the room.

Speed- Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Speed. Yes you can call me that. And yes I am that professional wrestler that you may or may not have seen on your television sets. And yes.. this is my company. You all know why you're here today. But just in case you weren't clear on what your job is. Allow me to clarify it in stone for you. You're job is to sell. Got that? Good. You're job is to sell the Evanist bible. The bible that people want, need, and must have in there lives. Without it, they are nothing. Got it? Good. I won't repeat myself a second time. You are all here for a reason. That reason is to make money. You want money, sell. I'll give you money if you do that for me. Now you have all been assigned a headset, a cubicle, and a phone. You have all been through our training process, you know how to work the computers and you know how to use your resources. So let's make a few things clear here. For starters, I will not tolerate fuck ups. I will not tolerate people who do not show up. Starting right now, you don't give a good reason why you didn't show up for work, you're fired. You got family problems? Fuck if I care. Hit the bricks son. You walk through those doors, then you are mine. I own you. You do what I say. Got it? Good.

Narrator- Speed starts pacing around the small training room in the building that he had rented out. This was his new plan for money and to spread the word of the Evanist Church. Telemarketting. Really though, he had nothing to do with the business but to walk in and pick up his paycheque. Show up for a few meetings and sign his name on a piece of paper. The rest was all run by a bunch of college graduates that he had hired for cheap. Actually, he met them at the bar. But they said they were good enough for the job. Speed stared around the room looking at everyones faces. Not a smile on any of them, this was no laughing matter. It was fuck or walk for them. Speed walked around the room and eyed a younger gentleman presumably in his early twenties. With one quick action Speed pointed his finger at him.

Speed- You! Sell me an Evanist Bible right now.

Young Guy- Uh.. wha.. uhh

Speed- What the fuck is wrong with you? Sell me it.

Young Guy- Umm.. Yeah we have this great deal going on right now. You can get your very own Evanist Bible for the discounted price of just 22 dollars and fifty cents..

Speed- Fuck off I'm not intrested.

Young Guy- Uhh, yeah I understand that you may not be intrested and all we're asking for is just five minutes of your time to educate you on what you're missing out on. For instance did you know that the bible currently in the homes of over 20 million Americans is outdated and not entirely true? With the new Evanist Bible you can assure that you're religion is up to date, and that nothing is ommitted out over time.

Speed- And? What do I care?

Young Guy- Well it's great that you ask that sir. What we're offering you is more then just a bible, it's a way of life. It's salvation. Thousands of people everyday are becoming apart of the Evanist movement. Currently we're raising money for our very own church. We have helped enligten and enrich all of our devoted followers lives, and 2 dollars from every bible sold will go towards our Evanist Church. So right there, we're saving you money on the bible. We're building a church for proper worship. AND we're saving your soul from an eternity in hell. As well with part of our bonus offer we will help enrich the life you now lead. Can any other religion offer that for you?

Speed- I.. I suppose not.

Young Guy- So as I said, for just 22 dollars and fifty cents we can set you up with that here today. Would you like to go ahead and set yourself up with eternal salvation?

Speed- Sure. How can I afford not to?

Young Guy- Great.

Narrator- Speed nodded his head in approval as he looked around the room at everyones "impressed" face.

Speed- Understand? SELL THEM THE FUCKING BIBLES, OR GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BUILDING!

Narrator- Speed looks around as everyone nods there head slightly.

Speed- Good. I'm done.. have a great day.

Narrator- With that Speed starts walking towards the door. But he pauses briefly as he looks back at the young guy he was forcing to sell. Speed pulls out his wallet and takes out a crisp 100 dollar bill. He hands it to the kid and tells him to "keep it up" before making his exit. The kid smiles as he pockets the money and shrugs his shoulders to the rest of the class looking on in jelousy.

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Narrator- After a day of "hard work" and setting up his own business. The Real Speed has retreated back to his penthouse suite. Serenity was out working the night shift.. also known as prostitution. And Chad Evans was nowhere to be found for the last few days. The duo of Speed and Chad had been drifting apart lately, and the only thing bonding them was their combined hatred of everyone and everything. Chad had been enjoying the money that Speed had been making him, and likewise for Speed. However since the suite was his for the evening, Speed had decided to do a little decorating. He had setup his personal video recorder on a tripod in the living room. He was dressed head to toe in "gangster" gear that he bought from a local hip hop store. Well.. it was GAP and really he was just wearing FUBAR but he thought it was gangster. He has on a white bandanna as he positions himself in front of the camera that has already begun filming.

Speed- Yo, what's crackin man, this here be your boy-eee The Real Mudda Fuckin' Speed. I'm just kicking it old school today, got that top dropped down low, you know how we do. Twenty Fow Seven Gangsta shit, fo shizzle? Hell yeah dawg. Todays a special day for my brothers out there though, cause the one and only Speed.. gonna give yall a little freestyle. This one directed out to my main mayn Juan Ramirez.. I'm telling you fucker, that shit is Mexican. So let's get a beat going, and get this party started..

Narrator- And as if the shizzle was off.. the nizzle? The Real Speed busted out the flyest shit a mother fuckin' MC ever saw. Ya heard? Is that what they say on the street?.. Am I keeping this real homie? Fuck it, Speed was rapping. I can't do this shit.


Speed (rapping)- So what's up G? I hear you want to step to me.. please, I'll bring your bitch ass down on your knees. I'm tellin you dawg, I'll beat you with ease. But this Breakdown son is only a tease. Come Sunday we be in the Chamber... I'm gonna kick your head off like Walker, Texas Ranger! Oh that was sick, you can't fuck with this. Yeah.. uh huh uh huh. Verse two here we go. As many of you know, I used to sell blow. Until I became SCW's main event show. I'm deadlier then death row, and I fucked your mom cause she a hoe. Juan Ramirez you just an average joe, I'm hot, you're not.. that shit is like.. Whoa! I'm a millionare and wave my money like I just don't care, I got extra long blonde hair and your ankle is what I'm going to snap, rip and tear. You got balls? Well I got the bigger pair. This match really ain't fair, I'm like a stallion, and you just a bitch mare.

yeah.. uh..

I'm gonna bash you with my kendo stick, it's six feet long just like my dick. I'm a white crazy redneck hick, you just a bloodsuckin' tick, you're like a candle wick, and I'm the bic. that's going to light the flame, that makes you tame, and puts your ass to shame. This hardcore shit is my fuckin' game, you're shit is weak.. it's all the damn same. Kid you using me to jump start your career, you better learn that I'm the man you fear. And this goes for all your peers, I'll stab you with a set of clothing sheers, have you so nervous your hearts in sixth gear. You can say what you want, but I'm just gonna drink beer, your doomdsay is coming, trust me it's near. It's 2007, this is my fuckin' year. But so was last, and the one before, I'm the messiah of hardcore, and it's about time I ended this war.

uh huh.. uh huh..

My title is what you need, but I'm going to make you bleed, on your knees is where you will plead, pain and sufferin' is what I seed, my warnings are what you should heed. I'm a man consumed by greed, I'm a man that drinks and yes I smoke weed, but I'm smarter then you son, I know I can read. You wanna call yourself a Golden Boy? Fuck that, you my play toy bitch. And fuck this rap, I've got bitches faces to put on my lap, but rest assured Juan, you can come strapped, you can take a power nap, and you can have a pre-match fap. You can't beat me, and you never will.. this shit is ill son, word!

Narrator- With that, Speed throws up a Westside symbol as he cracks a smile and straightens out his posture. He looks back into the camera as he continues speaking.

Speed- Now since you obviously don't understand english, and forgot about what I said last time. I thought I'd spice things up this week for you. Throw it out to you in a language that you just might understand. But let me make one thing perfectly clear Juan. I am better then you. I have always been better then you. I am the Hardcore God. I am the Messiah of Hardcore. I am the very essence of Hardcore. You want, what is and always will be mine. There is no gold for you in this equation. This is your second chance, you WILL fuck it up. But you got lucky. You got lucky because this Sunday at the "Death Chamber" you will get your third and final chance against me. And there, you will fail. You will fail just like everyone else. Just like Samantha Stevens failed last week, you will fail like your daddies condom you fuckin' mistake to my world. You will fail, because I said so. You will fail because everything that you see around you, everything that is SCW.. revolved around two men. Chad Evans.. and The Real Speed. My Extreme Title is going nowhere, but you just may have a free trip to the hospital. Courtesy of a Burnout. I'm done, peace out homie G.

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[align=center] I'm a fucked up individual. And I'm serious about that people. I don't know if you know, so let's just get this out in the open. I'm an chain smoking, foul mouthed, asshole that deals with an alchol addiction, as well as a drug addiction. I treat people like shit to boost my own self esteem, and I have little to no moral values. I measure success by how much money one person has, and how much power they hold. Love to me, is a one night thing. Get your fuck on, and then fuck off. I have no "real" friends in this world, only associates and business partners. I care only about myself, and will use others to get ahead in this world. I am a psychopath in that sense. I hide behind my lawyers and my hollywood lifestyle when I get in trouble with the law, and if someone offered my enough money.. I would sell out everyone I have ever known.

Now think about that for a second..

It's not normal is it? No.. you know what normal is? Normal is working a 9-5 Monday to Friday type of job, and making someone else rich. Normal is going home to your family and having a great time, going to little league with your son. Watching your daughter do ballet, and volleyball. That type of stuff. That's normal. What I do.. it's fucked up. I have become so distant from reality and what "normal" is over the years, that I actually enjoy the physical abuse of women. I actually enjoy the physical abuse of cracking someone over the head with a kendo stick. I'm a professional wrestler.. but god damn it.. I'm fucked up.

So I decided to start seeing a shrink. Why? Because I realized something this morning when I was fucking Serenity again. What happens when I retire? And it's a legit question here.. what happens when I retire from professional wrestling? Sure, I have lots of money. But.. how would I make more? And then it hit me. Without wrestling, I would still be an international drug smuggler. Without wrestling in my life, that's all I know. And damn it.. I burned that bridge to the ground. So what else would I do?

And that's when I decided to see a shrink. I gotta learn how to be normal.. at least for when I retire. I know that day is creeping up on me. I know this because the other night I got outdrank by some freshman kid. Imagine that, me.. and alcholic. Being outdrank by some punk kid. Well, I got the last laugh anyways. He drank himself into alchol poisoning. Ha ha, what a tool. But yeah, back to the shrink. Her name was Amanda. A nice calm name, she had long black hair, and beautiful eyes. And she was rich, that's always a bonus. After finding out the couch was not a pullout, I just simply laid down on it. Went a little something like this.

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Narrator- The Real Speed is lying down on a couch in his therapists office. Amanda his theraphist sits on a comfy office chair with her notepad, as she scribbles down a few things.

Amanda- So.. where did you want to start?

Speed- Well, I don't know.

Amanda- I always find that a good place to start is the beggining. What was your childhood like?

Speed- My childhood? Well... wasn't that great.

Amanda- How so?

Speed- Well you know how people say.. you're moms a crackhead and a whore. Shit like that?

Amanda- Sure.

Speed- That was my mom. She drank, she smoked, she did drugs and then she slept with any man who would buy her stuff. We lived in a trailer park, so I pretty much grew up in your typical trailer park trash lifestyle. Except in Canada it was always a little bit different then down here in the states. In Canada you can't tell people you grew up in the trailer parks. You get odd looks. I mean, compared to down here in the states where you guys have somewhat embraced the idea of living like trash. No offense to you of course, you seem like you grew up fine.

Amanda- None taken. So what did you usually do as a kid? What structure did you have around you?

Speed- Well, my dad left us when I was born. I never knew him. So I really had no role models. And well, I could do whatever I wanted. Used to be in this gang.. well not really a gang. Just a bunch of us trailer park kids that would get together and cause shit. Maybe go steal from the houses in the suburbs, steal a car. Get drunk, smoke some dope. Shit like that. I started selling drugs at the age of 10, I would steal from my moms stash and sell dope to all the other kids. She never knew cause she was to fucked up on everything else to care.

Amanda- So what I'm getting here is this Speed. You grew up in the lifestyle you're in now. You've never known anything else.. right?

Speed- Well.. no not at all. I knew how to fight, I knew how to sell drugs, and I knew how to get fucked up for fun. But nobody told me different. Mom didn't give a shit, she was doing her own thing. The cops would just drop me off back at home, and that was it. Don't do it again, and it went on week after week after week. Until I got sent to juvi as a kid.

Amanda- Juvinille jail.. and what was that like for you?

Speed- It was pretty cool. I got to live in a nice place, good food, and lots of kids just like me. That's about all I remember from it.

Amanda- Speed what I'm getting from you here, is that you feel like you never had a proper life. Like nobody has ever loved you as a child.

Speed- Uhh.. that's to far for our first date doctor. If you want to have sex, wait till next week.

Amanda- That is far from what I meant.. we'll have to work on that.

Speed- No.. no.. it's my fault. I'm also a sex addict. Can't help it, bad childhood, don't know how to love.

Amanda- There you go, now we're getting somewhere.

Speed- So when will I be normal?

Amanda- I don't know, that all depends on you. But.. it won't be today.

Speed- Why not?

Amanda- Sessions over.

Speed- Ah.. crap. Alright..

Narrator- Speed ackwardly gets up as he starts to head out of the room. He pauses before turning back and looking at his shrink.

Speed- Wanna have sex now?

Narrator- Amanda shakes her head as Speed shrugs his shoulders and mutters a "your loss" comment before exiting the room.

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See what I mean.. I'm fucked up. How was everyone elses childhood? Probably a real tough upbringing. The life of a pro wrestler I guess. Majority of us are here because.. well, we're lifes little mishaps that grew up and devolped muscles and wrestling skill. Hell.. I wonder how Juans bring up was. His mom was probably a crack addict to. Except instead of a trailer park, he grew up in the ghetto. I grow up around drugs and alchol, so did he. Except in his area, you throw in 24 inch rims and guns. My neighbourhood.. throw in shotguns and fried chicken. Settle differences. And then.. 20 some years later. Here I stand, better then Juan.. better then the majority of the world. The greatest Extreme Champion ever.. the greatest wrestler ever. And most importantly, the smartest wrestler ever. The most manipulative and controversial wrestler ever. I have done it all.. I have said it all. I need to retire sometime soon.. once I figure out how to be normal that is.

Ah well, maybe I'll take an office job with Oleksa. I get his office, he gets the fuck out. Chad and I can run our federation together, well.. no. Exodus and myself as General Manager of it was actually a pretty piss poor running. But fuck that, I'm better now. Maybe I will take that office job. As long as I don't have to use that damn internet. I hate it.. I keep getting calls from my internet geek person.. webmaster, that's the word. He keeps telling me to update it. But I told him, last time I was on the internet, shit started popping up. I saw a dog fuckin' a chick. That was just wrong.. that ain't right. So fuck that I told him. He called me a noob.. whatever that is. But I guess I should get around to updating it. Not like Juan Ramirez is saying much about me anymore, he knows what awaits him. I got no money coming in till tonight, so meh.. get drunk, smoke weed, fuck my whores, and surf the internet. See I'm still hip.. I'm still young.. oh god.. I'm old. *fake cry*

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Narrator- Speed has gotten out his laptop, which he had used to search for porn one night, and totally ruined. Luckily for him, he had the money to just pay someone else to fix it for him. With a brand new urge to go onto the internet, he logged into his website and noticed all of the changes that had been made. There was a "temperature" icon on the left hand side which had all of the money raised so far for the Evanist Church. Out of 500,000 dollars, they had managed to raise around 380,000. Still alot to go, but with the prostitution, and the telemarketting scams in place. This would be easier then ever. Plan two would soon be in phase. Get a bunch of workers to build the church.. free of charge of course. Speed smiled to himself knowing that it wouldn't cost him more then 50 thousand dollars to have the church built. The rest would go towards Chad Evans who would then stop being a whiny bitch and learn to enjoy what money he does have now. Speed even told him to invest in a bunch of stock that was booming soon. Thirty years of life, and all Speed knew was how to fight, and how to make money. But hey, that's what everyone wants out of life. Anyways, he clicked around his website a bit before making this post.

Hey everyone. It's Speed again. Haven't been updating this site much, been really busy you know. Thanks for all of the support in the Evanist Funding though, WE'RE ALMOST THERE!!! I can't believe it either, it's grown so fast. We have a few new additions to the team though. And a few de-additions. One of those additions is our First Lady of Evanism. Her name is Serenity and she's a wonderful lady. We took her in a few weeks ago when we found her looking to save herself. But unfortunatly we can't have everyone living with us, so we had to dismiss Charlie. But we did enrich his life, so hopefully he's doing fine.

Narrator- Speed muttered a "yeah right, fuck if I care" under his breath as he continued typing.

As well, in the next few weeks we will be looking at our top contributers. Remember, the top donater gets to become on of our disciples. But we're going to do you one better. The top 5 will be eligable for interviews. And if we like all of you, then you will get to spread the word of Chad, and have his presence in your life. Sounds great doesn't it? So what are you waiting for.. we need just a few more donations here folks. So give for the greater good, you will be rewarded with a purpose and a great life.

And to our wrestling fans, (which I hope you all are), you may have noticed that Speed here has numerous title defenses coming up. The Extreme Championship is being noticed by everyone and everything in SCW. This week on Breakdown you can catch all the action as Speed takes on Juan Ramirez for the Extreme Championship. No holds barred, smashmouth action. And that's not all.. order Under Attack this week or even come on down to the show. The Real Speed enters the chamber one more time as he defends his Extreme Title against Dynamite X, General Lawler, Samantha Stevens, Juan Ramirez, and Glacier. Not only that, but he has the oppurtunity to go back to back in Chamber wins. Something nobody else in SCW has ever done. So tune into that this Sunday.

Oh and before we go. I hope everyone enjoys their labour day weekend. Drink responsibile and don't drink and drive. Cause you just might spill your drink. Catch you all later,

Speedy.


Narrator- Speed logged his post as he closed his laptop up and sighed. He was feeling a bit overwhelmed with everything going on around him. He was a wrestler, not a church building Bob Hope. Hopefully his therapy would calm his nerves down.. that or a nice glass of whisky. Regardless, he felt that he had Juan Ramirez by the balls and would be walking into Breakdown the champion, and heading into the Chamber as the champion. What happened in the Chamber would be brutal, it would be savage, and it would be uncaring. Who walked out of there with the title was lucky.. whomever walked out of the Chamber without an injury or a trip to the hospital. Was Godlike. It was time to go to war, a war where he was the general, the frontline soldier, the medic, and the country with the most bombs. It was time to start dropping them. But Breakdown lay ahead first, his "message center" as he called it. He would send a message to everyone in that Chamber so they knew firsthand what to experience.

-End Rp-

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