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Cherry, Gold & Lewis vs.Punche, Shadder & Glacier; Trios Tournament 2007 Finals
Topic Started: Aug 30 2007, 08:23 AM (234 Views)
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Trios Tournament 2007 Finals
Greg Cherry, Jay Gold & Liana Lewis vs. Sarah Punche, Mike Shadder & Glacier

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

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

Good Luck Everyone!
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OOC: Good luck Greg and Lauren... :lol:

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Beantown…

East to west and back east… I don’t really care how far I have to travel to prove myself. I’ve shown several times over that I have what it takes to defeat some of the big names in the SCW. Just look at the past month or so…six victories in a row. Six times I’ve walked away feeling absolutely great about myself, not to mention how happy I’ve felt outside of the ring, in the clutches of Anna. This morning I woke up alongside her again, this time to find that both of us were in matching outfits…white bras and white panties. I remembered that the night before I had helped her get into bed. I didn’t put very much strain on my fractured arm at all…and being that it will be completely healed within the next six weeks, it’s feeling better and better as every single day passes.

My life, it just feels so perfect right now. I have the lover I never thought I’d have. I have a beautiful piece of gold that I earned the hard way. And I now have a chance to really break through the glass ceiling and aim for much higher, but only if me and my team can get around Liana Lewis and two former SCW World Champions. Much like how everyone doubted my chances against Damian Angel, the same opinions are seemingly applying, but if the stars align in the right way, my dream can once again come true. Now do I trust my two teammates…not as far as I can throw them… Will I work with them? Of course. I need to… Because from what I can hear… Greg Cherry is willing to do anything and everything to get the match of his choice, which everybody already knows what he wants. As for his two tag team partners, who I know he absolutely hates, I have no clue. They’re a little bit harder to read. They’re what I call…unpredictable, much like myself.


Anna: Ummm Sarah, can you come ‘ere please?

Sarah: Sure. What is it Anna? Do you need some help getting up?

Anna: Yer. But more than jus’ that. I wanna go out. I ‘ate bein’ cooped up in ‘ere.

You know what? She’s right. As much as I love being alone with her in such a serene setting, we need to make a public appearance. Not to do anything personal mind you, but just to enjoy life instead of just nursing our injuries behind closed doors…

Sarah: I have just the thing Anna. We’ll go out for dinner tonight. There has to be some place to go in Boston.

Anna: As long as I can get my ‘ands on an Irish beer Sarah ‘n as long as I’m with you, I’ll be ‘appy.

I smile like no tomorrow as I help her out of the bed. She’s still dressed in her bra and panties, but I’ve long since changed into a plain red short sleeve shirt that exposes my entire stomach down to my waist. She admires me as I place her up against the wall so I can help her change.

Sarah: What do you want to wear for tonight Anna?

Anna: You choose…

Her hands touch the hard wall behind her as I go digging through one of her bags of luggage. Finally I come upon it…I know she’ll love it. My hands grope and pull out a light green halter dress which I’ll be able to get over her head very easily. As I display it for her, she’s beaming. She brings her left hand to behind her back and unsnaps the bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. Being careful I reach down and pick it up with my right hand, tossing it onto a nearby chair for now. Anna raises her hands above her head and continues to beam at me, knowing that I can once again see her perfect, round breasts. I don’t know if I want the dress on her or off of her. I just stand there with it in my hands, undecisive.

Anna: Well babe, what are ya gonna do? I can’t stand ‘ere with my arms up in the air all day…

I feel yet another unsure feeling flowing through my veins…that same feeling when I tried to tell her that I loved her. The same feeling before I stepped into the ring against Damian Angel… And the same feeling I felt when I saw the writings of Dynamite X on my cast.

Anna: Sarah? Are you alright? You look kinda pale.

I can barely hear her as I sink to my knees, still clutching the beautiful dress that I want for her to wear tonight. Anna doesn’t deserve what happened in prior weeks… She doesn’t deserve to be ignored like what I’ve done to her in the past. I slide myself closer and closer to her. I have a strong feeling to give back to her. As I’m close to her legs, her right one still wrapped, I look up to her, my eyes feeling a bit watery. She looks down at me now and our eyes meet. Yes, I have to do this…not for me, but for her. As I kneel there, I hear her speak down to me.

Anna: Sarah, babe, you don’ ‘ave to if you don’ wan’ to…

But I feel like it… Anna keeps her arms raised towards the heavens as I use my teeth to lower her panties. Sensitively I use my good right hand to run from the top of her sex organ down to the opening. I feel tears coming from my eyes, so I close them. The next thing I feel is Anna’s hands pulling me up to a vertical base. I open my eyes…

Anna: It’s okay. Yer nervous Sarah. You don’ ‘ave to pleasure me. It’s pleasure enough knowing that I ‘ave you ‘ere with me in my life.

Without speaking I get the dress on over her head, that is after she raises her arms up in the air once again. Once it’s on her solidly, I stand back. She’s look beautiful in anything, but this dress makes me swoon. I want to give her everything that she’s given to me. Because I know it’s better to give than to receive…

I watch now as Anna bends over, wincing a bit. She tosses the panties onto the chair so they join the bra. Betwixt tears, I speak softly…


Sarah: Won’t you be needing those for when we go out?

Anna: No. I don’ need those fer protection. I ‘ave you fer that.

She’s right. I will always guard her against anything that might happen to come our way.

Anna: Are you gonna get dressed now?

Sarah: In a bit. Right now Anna, I just have to look at you. You’re so perfect.

Anna: Thanks.

Dinner O’ The Irish…

As we round a corner in the pub, I see it…one of those pesky cameramen. I was hoping that we’d at least avoid one of those. Alas, I know what they want…they want nothing more than a peep show from me and Anna. Well, that’s something that’s just not going to happen. I can hold in my emotions for my lover for a couple of hours…I guess.

I follow behind our waiter as he leads us to our table near the back end of the pub. It takes me a bit longer to reach the table as I’m wheeling Anna forward using only one arm. All that these injuries have done to us though have brought us closer together. I would love to personally thank Damian Angel, but I know all he wants is to face Chad Evans. He doesn’t care about what he’s done to help or hurt someone else. Me…I pay attention to everyone that has been or will be in my path.

These are my thoughts as I park Anna’s wheelchair by the table. I take a seat to the left of her and the waiter immediately brings over two filled glasses of water before talking to us, not even giving us a chance to breathe…


Waiter: So can I get either of you two fine ladies a drink?

Anna: A ‘eineken, please?

Waiter: And you Miss?

Sarah: Hmmmm…an ice tea will do since I’m not old enough to drink yet.

Yeah, like I’m going to make that mistake again by ordering a non-alcoholic beer… That’s the last thing I need…to be imprisoned against my own will. I want Anna and I want to have my chance to fight and win in the Trios Tournament. That would surely get under the skin of Greg Cherry, since he and his crew have gotten under mine before. However that was back when I didn’t have the luck on my side, nor did I have a talented partner… I consider Glacier about 100 times more talented than Colby could ever be! Of course with Shadder, I don’t think so highly of him. And why should I? He’s done hardly anything during his SCW career except for winning the tag team titles alongside Calvan Greene. I can’t believe I’m thinking it…but Calvan was and still actually is a man that can wrestle, when he puts his mind to it. That’s one thing that he and I have in common…soon to be two things as I will be on the team that wins the Trios Tournament. Unlike Calvan though, I won’t waste my free match. I’ll use it to do something that even Greg Cherry could never do.

Anna: Sarah? Sarah???

She breaks me out of thought just as the waiter returns with our drinks.

Waiter: So, ready to order ladies?

I quickly peruse the rather small menu as Anna picks out her selection. As the rather cute waiter turns to me, I speak but not in a loud tone… Deep beneath me I’m remembering all about how the Cherry Pit Crew held me and Anna’s brother back. That just makes me want to scream, although now I can laugh at the lot of them. Eddie Parker has since suffered a loss to Lenne Perez and Jack Campbell is barely holding his own against female opponents, opponents that he thinks he’s leagues better than. Meanwhile, my career has turned around and all thanks to the woman next to me. Well, may as well choose my selection.

Sarah: I guess I’ll just take a reuben sandwich. That sounds good.

Waiter: Alright you two, I’ll be back in about fifteen minutes.

He leaves and rounds the bend into the kitchen. Now if only the cameraman would get out of our hair. We don’t need to be seen eating. Hmm…I think I know EXACTLY how to take care of this one…

I stand up and point to the man, urging for him to come over to our table. At least he isn’t defying me. He can’t. I’m showing off a very beautiful smile to him. A lot of men have wanted me…yet none of them ever would have satisfied me…not the way that Anna does. She suuuure is something special. Anyway, may as well give the cameraman the show that he wants, just so he’ll leave us alone to our supper.

Sarah: Yes, I know, I know, I hardly ever talk to the SCW camera crew. Well sir, I have my reasons. With all of my time being consumed with trying to make a successful wrestling career for myself, pleasing Anna, and letting my fans know how I’m doing and feeling…I kinda don’t have any time left to speak with you, but since you’ve got me in your sights, I’ll let not only you know but the whole world know what’s on my mind concerning the Trios Tournament.

I just know that the man is really zooming in on my beautiful blushing face. I use my hands to push my blonde hair back to behind my shoulders and ears. The camera is no doubt getting an excellent shot of me in the blue skirt and blue spaghetti string top that I choose to wear for the night. And while it’s getting me, it’s also probably getting some really great shots of the very sexy and sultry Anna Proof…the one person in the world that I’m ever so glad to have.

Sarah: Let’s just say that I’m ready for the finals. No one in the world ever thought I’d have a chance in hell of getting to where I’m at. Everyone doubted me when they saw that a new wrestler and Mike Shadder were my partners, but that didn’t worry me. It didn’t really bother me all that much because I knew deep down in my heart that if I persevered and took all chances necessary to win, that we’d do so. The result? I pinned General Lawler in the first round while looking very impressive against my Under Attack opponent for a good portion of the match. Then in the second round against Lenne Perez and Team Desire…well…let’s just say that didn’t end as I hoped it would. I wanted to show Katie and Gigi that I’m far better than them…and that when I met Gigi last time that it was Katie who held me back from a sure victory over her talentless apprentice. However thanks to Violator, I didn’t get that chance. To make matters worse…what that idiot Marcus did!

Anna: Easy Sarah, easy. I don’ wan’ you to blow a gasket hunny. You’ve come a long way…

Sarah: You’re right…and I have only you to thank Anna.

I do my absolute best to calm down, but when I speak towards the camera again, you can still sense that twinge of anger coming from my usually soft voice.

Sarah: But I’ll deal with the Douche Bags all in good time. One thing is for certain… They will NOT, I repeat NOT stop me from getting the opportunity of a lifetime! Yes I know I have difficult opponents…and two of whom I hold some respect for, but the three of them will never be able to become a unit. There’s waaaaay more of a chance of me getting along with Glacier and Shadder than there is for Greg to get along with Jay and Liana. I saw that come to fruition last week But even so, I won’t take it away from them. They made it as far as my team did. They showed the teamwork when they had to.

The camera stays fully focused on me. I don’t know what else this man could want. What? One by one breakdown of my three opponents? Fine… If that’s what will float his boat and make him leave… I want time alone with my companion… Oh I know I’ll get it after dinner as well for dessert, but I want to eat only in her presence, not in front of a darn camera.

Sarah: Since you obviously want to know sir, I already know about the history between Greg Cherry and Jay Gold. I was here for a good portion of it. The two of them absolutely hate each others’ guts. So am I going to take advantage of that fact if the two happen to disagree on something in the ring? Well…yes.

Look, I came to Supreme Championship Wrestling not because the ULW had caved in, but because I knew I’d have better success and more chances here. Low and behold, it looks like I was right, being that I’m the Adrenaline Champion…something that no woman has ever held before. And now I can really get ahead…and at the expense of two future SCW Hall of Famers to boot! I know the two of you and Liana will all voice your opinions about me and the personal life that I lead, but you know what? That’s not going to bother me. I’m here in the finals to wrestle my pure heart out! You three think I already have what I want, but the Adrenaline Championship belt is only the beginning. There are men and women on the roster that I would LOVE to face in a match of my choice. Greg, Jay, Liana…all three of you should know that and you should feel lucky that you’re not included on that list. But since I need to get past your team to get what I desire, that’s what will happen. One of you will fall just like the curtain on a stage after a performance is finished. Absolutely NO ONE on this Earth will doubt my abilities then. They’ll all have to look at me and realize that in my pocket I have the opportunity of a lifetime…an opportunity that I know everyone wants, but only three people can get. And those three people’s names are not Greg Cherry, Jay Gold or Liana Lewis. And you know what? I’ll relish in that fact, especially knowing that Greg Cherry won’t have what he believes he deserves.


I motion for the cameraman to leave us by our lonesome. Wow…he’s finally taking the hint. Now normally I would be friendly and let him stick around, but I’m determined. Very determined to take care of business…and I just can’t do that with that kind of distraction standing there. Anna however is different. I love her dearly but I know that I will return to her after another successful night in the SCW ring. This time I won’t return with just the Adrenaline Championship. Nope, this time I’ll return with my shot…my shot at even more glory. Anna will be happy for me and I’ll thank her for being there for me during these times.

I look to the ceiling for a few brief moments before returning my gaze to the lovely Anna. I could stare at her for eons and never be tired of her. Seriously, when push comes to shove, I’d do anything for her, even if I’m on top of or on the bottom of the wrestling world. Anything that she wanted…
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[I’ve been here before. The finals of the Trios Tournament…so close to getting that one free match…that one chance at even more fame. It was last year that my team somehow found its way into the triple threat tag team match that ensued. Sure, the Real Speed will take all of the credit for getting to the final round, but in the end, he let Lenne and I down. He got pinned by Calvan Greene, who was at that time no smarter than Katie Steward…and you have to admit, that’s quite dumb if you ask me. Yep, Lenne and I worked very, VERY hard, but it was all for naught.]

[At least so far through the first two rounds, this year has been different. I knew that it would be from the moment I saw who I was teamed with. While Greg, that bastard, has been degrading me and Liana over and over again, I’ve put faith in Liana. She KNOWS how to get the job done. Last Wednesday was proof. In round one Liana was really taking it to Juan Ramirez and in the main event, she hit a sick looking superkick to the temple of Matt Hodges that set up the ensuing fall that I made on James Exeter. And no Greg, I definitely didn’t need your help there. All you did there was put some pain in my back…but what else is new? All you know how to do is be a pain. It’s okay though because that small pain has since gone away. It’s been one whole week and as much as I hate his ass, we did make it to the finals…but not thanks to Greg Cherry. I gained both pin falls yet Greg has acted like he’s been doing all the work. Simply not so…]

[I may as well look at all of this in a positive light though. After Wednesday night, the tournament is over. And while I will no doubt go on being Liana’s friend and assist her when she needs the helping hand, I’ll be able to kiss the male bitch out of my life goodbye…at least for the time being.]

[Well, enough with the verbal beat down on that pest. That’s all I see Greg Cherry as now. I’ve seen how he handles defending the United States Championship. He has yet to truly put that title on the line against anyone that truly matters. Why…you know…if we take the victory this week on Breakdown…I could easily cash in my opportunity and get some major revenge against Mr. Cherry and take away the SCW United States Title. He should be clutching that United States title belt quite tightly right now, even though at Under Attack I’m taking on someone else who has been a pain in the ass for quite a few years now in Cid Turner. Now there’s something that Greg and I still have in common. Ever since later on in 2004, Greg and I have absolutely HATED Cid. Perhaps if…nah…it would be asking too much. Guess we’ll just have to go at it against the other team as a team divided into two and one…]

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[My feet step back out onto the parquet floor of the TD BankNorth Garden, famed home of the Boston Celtics. I’ve just redressed back into what I was in before I came here…a nice pair of beige pants and a white button-up dress shirt. I have the top two buttons left open and I’m not wearing a tie of any sort. Waiting for me as I round the bend and look into the bleachers is my wife. You all know her. The SCW wrestlers don’t really like her but those that know me very well and her very well know that she’s a very lovable person. That’s only one of the reasons for why I chose to spend the rest of my life with her. But I don’t need to get into all of that right now.]

[By the way, the reason why I was here…yet another get-together with the one teammate I know that I can trust. Liana has since gone though back to the hotel, leaving Martha and I alone to share a peaceful moment in a place that’s been noisy thousands of times over in the past. I do know one thing…if there were others present, they’d be whistling at my wife right now. But even though Martha’s in a plain pink halter dress that basically exposes all of her assets, I was able to shoot some hoops against Liana to warm up for Breakdown…just to get the adrenaline flowing. However now I know I can’t take my eyes off the ball… No way can I let this shot pass me by…not two years in a row! Even though I know the consequence…if Liana and I win…that means by default that…Greg Cherry comes out a winner as well and he gets what he wants. That’s really the only negative in the entire equation.]

Martha: I must admit. You looked great out there. Possibly in the best condition of your career, despite being in that bloody match at Apocalypse a couple of weeks back.

Jay: You’re right. I felt really good out there Martha. Of course it certainly helped picturing Cid as the basketball. To be honest, the basketball probably has more brains than Turner.

[Martha giggles a bit. She knows my feelings towards Cid. They’re still mixed being that Cid used to be one half of Xotic and one of my friends early in my SCW career when I was just jumping in with both feet. But I won’t let that cloud my judgment. Cid’s turned into nothing but a cumquat…a rotten fruit that will be dealt with by the time the weekend is out. He’ll regret wanting to take me on one on one, just like Greg Cherry will eventually regret all of those times that he and his Stink Bomb Crew cost me the SCW Championship!]

Martha: Well, maybe I wouldn’t go THAT far Jay. He’s been the SCW World Champion the same amount of times that you have.

Jay: That’s true. But he’s still an idiot. He turned his back on the fans, he turned his back on me…hell, he even turned his back on his own brother Crusher.

Martha: I remember Crusher. Ah the good old days…

Jay: Unfortunately times change…

Martha: Yeah, but you’ve remained the same. You’ve stayed loyal. You’re still the good guy in the fans’ eyes.

Jay: That’s because I’m not going to give up the fight. Sure, I might leave for a vacation or two now and then, but as Greg Cherry found out…he did NOT retire me! Even though he still calls it one of his claims to fame.

Martha: That’s because much like Cid, Greg became a jerk.

Jay: Now you’re speaking my language. Anyhow, I’ll just have to put all of this on the back burner. Think of it this way…our trio wins…I can go against any one that I want…even Greg himself.

[Martha’s silent now as she looks out at the very shiny parquet floor. She’s never been much of a sports fan, especially basketball, but even she knows that she’s in a place of history. The Boston Celtics won championship after championship…something that I’ve done in SCW history. It’s only a matter of time before I gain another championship reign to my credit.]

Jay: Well, perhaps we should get going Martha. It’s starting to get late out no doubt.

Martha: Mmm yeah…it’s 9:45. Maybe we can go some ice cream. I’m sure you need to cool off after this.

Jay: I’m okay, but ice cream would hit the spot right about now…

[Hand in hand Martha and I leave the Garden. The hotel is only just up the street and on the opposite side is a Friendly’s. Everything is within walking distance…which is fine with me. I knew that Liana had the heart of an athlete, but I never knew that she had moves like those. If Greg saw us, maybe he would have turned his head to see that his teammates were both really something special. He’s just not giving us the respect and the acknowledgment that we deserve. But he’s Greg…it’s to be expected of him to be nothing but a punk who only wants one thing. The fact that he’ll cry like a spoiled brat until he gets it makes it even sadder. I mean sure, I’d LOVE to win the SCW World Title again, but I’m not going to piss and moan and everything in between to get it. I’ll earn it…]

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[We’ve now since had our sweets and are back at the hotel. Martha’s retired up to the hotel room but I’ve decided to stay down in the lounge. No one else is around as it’s a room that’s separated from the rest of the lobby. Perfect time for me to really put everything into order, even if it means speaking to myself out loud. What? It doesn’t make me insane. It’s just that I don’t want it boiling inside of me. I want to have a clear head for this opportunity. Because unlike Greg, I know that our opponents just might pose a challenge. I can’t really say that for Mike Shadder, but our other two opponents looked fairly impressive last week in the first two rounds. Sure they had to deal with some…err…unwanted interruptions in round two, but those are the breaks sometimes.]

[I sit down in one of the reclining chairs and heave out a sigh.]

Jay: Well, looks like we’ve reached the end of the road. No one really thought it possible that Greg, Liana, and I would make it this far…especially given the past of me and Greg. Last week, I really didn’t learn anything new about Cherry. He’s up to his same old antics. He didn’t surprise me. He wanted to be nothing but the glory hog, hence why he fucking SAT on me to quote on quote “pin” James Exeter in the semi-finals. I had James down. What Greg did was completely irrelevant… Now what Liana did…that was in itself amazing. She fucking knocked Hodges head almost clean off his shoulders! You didn’t do anything as spectacular as that Greg.

Sigh…but just for this one more time Greg. I’m willing to bite the bullet and do more than my fair share…again…as will Liana… Oh we’ll win the match, but I can guarantee it won’t be because of Greg Cherry. It pains you to think that it might all come true, but look at the bright side, at least you’ll still have your free match for the SCW Title. We all know that’s what you’re going for Greg. I don’t blame you. You want to be on top again. You want to forget all about the night that ended your long title reign. But you can’t and you never will… Just forget it for now though so Liana and I can get the shots at the matches we want too… We’re more deserving than you are!


[My eyes peer around for the television remote to turn on the big screen but it’s nowhere to be found. Probably under a pile of magazines somewhere and let’s just face it, I’m not going to use the energy to look. This is energy that I need to save for the big match tomorrow night. Because I know this…I’m not going to let Martha down, Liana down or any of those fans down…]

Jay: Anyways…my opponents… What to say about them really? Mike Shadder… I know right now you’re all about getting into Josh Hudson’s head, but you saw where that got you last week. You were all about Hudson yet you didn’t concern yourself with Violator until the very last second. He almost smoked you with that lame ass hockey stick that he wields around. Now if Violator knew what a real weapon was, he could have done some damage. A weapon such as this…

[Oh yes, I still have it. I’ll never get rid of it. From out of the small bag that I’ve been holding ever since we left the TD BankNorth Garden, I produce the bloodied dog collars which are still leashed together. It symbolizes my struggle but imminent and final victory over the Syndicate, proving once and for all that the veterans of the SCW still have enough fight left in them. But now that I’ll be facing one of those veterans at Under Attack…well…it’s even footing as far as I’m concerned.]

[I stare at the collar intently, seeing the red liquid that will forever be caked upon it.]

Jay: Basically what I’m saying Mike, don’t let your team down and don’t get in my path to what I want. It might not end well for you… Although I’m sure Josh will be quite pleased with that outcome…

[Ah but of course there’s more than just Shadder to worry about… Three opponents…much like we dealt with in rounds one and two…]

Jay: Beyond Mr. Shadder we have Glacier, a man that was just about ready to put Katie’s lights out. I would have applauded him on that if Violator hadn’t interfered in the proceedings. Obviously I have no love lost for Miss Steward. But now that I have to face the cold one, hell, I’m not afraid. I’m not concerned about what he has to offer…and why? Because I’ve seen and been against just about it all… I’ve faced the old and the new…the big and the small…the fat and the skinny…

What Glacier needs to know is that he’s not up against General Lawler now and he’s not up against a talentless family like the Stewards. This time he’s on the opposite side from two former SCW World Champions and a woman who is just ITCHING to do more damage after what Carrington has done to her! And while he may have a champion on his side…and I should know…the World Title and even the United States Title make the Adrenaline Title seem small. I’ve held all three before on multiple occasions. I know the difference between them just like I know what I’m up against. Glacier, you may be very new here to the SCW, but I studied you last week. You’re nothing that can’t be overcame with some good teamwork.


[I stand up out of the recliner now. I head for the door, but then just cease. I turn back and look at the blank television screen, but I don’t go over to it. I don’t bother to look for the remote. I’m just figuring…this is my time…I should let it all out. Leave nothing to the imagination… Sarah Punche sure knows how to do that… Not like I’m banging her on what she’s been doing or anything, but she just might want to have her head in the game… I can tell that she has her heart in it. She has ever since she let go of that waste of space known as Colby Proof. I must say, she at least winded up with the better half of the Irish siblings… Oh well…]

Jay: Which brings me to you Sarah… I know Greg will probably have a whole shit load of smart-alecky stuff to say to you, but pay him know mind. You should listen to a man, me, that really knows the ropes here. I’ve felt pain before…the pain that you’re feeling now in your left arm. If you were smart, and I’m sure that you are, you’ll take it easy. You’re already the Adrenaline Champion by pulling off the biggest upset possibly in SCW history. You don’t need anything else to make yourself look good. You have a title belt, you have your precious Anna… Me, I only have my bride and my pride. I NEED this shot to have a chance to get my hands on gold. Screw what Gregory wants! He doesn’t matter.

[I’m right about Miss Punche. She just has so much going on in her life right now that it isn’t even funny. She should just take a breather and make sure she leaves the scene Wednesday night with all of her body parts intact. She can’t say that I didn’t warn her. I for one won’t take it easy on her if I happen to go toe for toe with the Adrenaline Champion in that ring. I know that Greg will probably just stand back and laugh at her. That’s something that I won’t do…because I’m a competitor. I have the heart of a champion. I understand what Sarah’s feeling and where she’s coming from…as does Liana, more than likely. I’ll do what I must do and if that means taking down Sarah’s wishful thinking to get yet another opportunity under her belt, I’ll disappoint her. And why? Just because I yearn to be one of the best again… I’ve had my battles since I returned to the SCW and I’m ready to once more fight amongst the very best. Winning the finals and getting a free match against anyone I choose is my pass into the park if you will. My pass to more success in an already exquisite career…]

[I know carry my feet towards the lounge door. My right hand opens it wide and I leave the area. Martha will be waiting for me upstairs. It’s time for another night together. One of many…]
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Scenes open in a sports bar. It is jam packed with a bunch of men cheering on the Boston Red Sox in a match against the Yankees…or whomever the hell they are playing against. A man wearing a black leather jacket and pants with black shoes as well as a black turtle neck under the jacket. That would be me. I brushed back my hair and walked up to the bar. I slightly leaned on the counter. I noticed the game so I looked up at the television as the bartender is took orders from some other guys. Everything from “Derek takes it in the ass” and “Red Sox can beat that spic, A-Rod” was shouted. I was a bit annoyed at the racial comment but starting bar fights wasn’t my thing to say the least. Not to mention getting banged up before this match wouldn’t be the smartest idea to come up with. The bartender, an older Caucasian gentleman, finished serving the other guys and walked over to me. I cleared my throat to speak.

Anthony: A Heineken.

Unknown: A Heineken? What are you…a faggot?

Anthony: What? Look mothefucker, I don’t know you but I don’t have a fucking problem going to jail for criminal assau---

Unknown #2: Oh shit, it’s that wrestler. Uh…Icicle…no er, Popsicle…uhm Iceberg…

Unknown #3: It’s Glacier, you dumbass.

Unknown #2: Who you calling a dumbass?

Within a few seconds a fist flew and a whole bar fight erupted. I simply grabbed my Heineken and walked out as if nothing happened. No point in making a scene…er…well…making more of a scene. I took a sip from the beer bottle and continued to walk down the street. I passed a few guys playing craps on the ground until a police siren is heard and they all run like hell…but not without taking the money first. Glacier smirks and shakes his head. He knows what it was like to be a kid in an urban area. He knew how hard it was to not stray from staying legal. He could only imagine how it is for kids who don’t have an idea of what they wanted to do unlike him. He knew he wanted to wrestle since he was a kid. He loved it and it was simple as that. As he entered his hotel room, he turns on his laptop’s music list. “Replacement Girl” by Drake featuring Trey Songz. He gulps down the rest of his beer and throws it in the garbage.

Anthony: Hmmm…that’s good.

He takes off his jacket and turtleneck long sleeve then throws it off on a nearby chair.

Glacier: You know, my time is limited and I’m not trying to waste it on all these idiots in the match including one of my tag partners. First, Shadder, you are the most retarded fuck I’ve seen in my life. You’re laughing at us getting taken out? You do realize your still on our team and if you don’t want to get your shit together Punche and me can handle this on our own, as I didn’t see you doing much in our two matches. In fact, Shadder, what else do you do besides showing us that goofy face of yours with teeth so yellow that Colgate made Snitsky their poster boy. If it wasn’t for Ricky Martin and LL Fool J, I would have went up that ramp and busted you in your damn jaw. Yeah, that’s right. You better damn well thank the Dresser Boyz; if it weren’t for them you would be going into our next match toothless like Chris Benoit. Your ass is nowhere before our matches but you want to laugh up the ramp. Your ass deserved that beating.

What about Cherry? How many times does his Pit Crew get their asses handed to by Syndicate Inc.? How many times did that little black emo and his friends beat them? It’s a damn shame…Cherry got beaten by an adult emo, Xander, then has his team beaten by a teenage emo, Shorty Jr. If that was me, I would quit. Hell, I would retire. What SCW Champion wants to be known as the guy who keeps getting his ass beat my a suicidal teenager and a gothic man. Sad? Yes. Pathetic? Damn sure. You can bet two dollars Cherry will be downplaying it all and trying to hang over my head the fact he has held the belt. But that doesn’t mean shit to me, obviously. Hell, the current champion doesn’t mean shit to me. Chad Evans? Real Speed…his cousin or his closeted boyfriend…whatever. It doesn’t matter two ways to me cause I’ll whip that ass…straight, gay, transsexual. It doesn’t matter, you get in the ring with me and you’re done.

As far as Gold goes. What do I have to say about him? I don’t know him…all I know is every time I watch a pay per view he is taking on some low mid-carder like Shyne or Lawler. How do you go from being a champ to taking on people who spell their names with “y” instead of “i” or army rejects? That, to me, is pretty damn sad. Maybe he asked for it because he didn’t want to get embarrassed with everyone beating his ass. Hell, I’d do it too if I knew I couldn’t handle the main event scene. Jay Gold won’t be doing shit to affect me. Even an injured Sarah is better than his ass…and Shadder’s. I might as well address Liana, who as well doesn’t mean shit to me. Liana got kicked out of Syndicate Inc., embarrassed the fuckers alongside Jay Gold, and has moved on. What is she now? The ex of Silkk…that’s about it. Nothing else. I’m just waiting for someone to jump out and tell me I’m watching Days of Our Lives. Unnecessary drama.


Glacier begins to unbuckle his pants but before he does he takes one quick look up at the camera.

Glacier: Tonight. Sarah and I win. Shadder doesn’t mean shit to me, piggy backing on us like the worthless shit he is. I tried to get in contact with him before the match. No reply. So he can go fuck himself up a river and watch me win this Trios Tournament with Sarah. It doesn’t matter to me, either way. As long as he doesn’t get in the way, we have no problem cause let’s face facts…Shadder is nowhere on my level. To be on my level, you have to be the coldest son of a bitch to step two feet down on this earth…and honestly, the only thing he is…is a bitch. That goes for my opponents as well. Like the song says…Cold as Ice…Willing to Sacrifice. I’ll sacrifice Shadder’s well being for this. You damn well know it, cause this is an opportunity of a lifetime that nobody…and I mean NOBODY will fuck up for me. You can take that to the bank, deposit it, and consider it good as done.

You can see in Glacier’s piercing blue eyes that every word uttered out of his mouth, he damn well meant and wouldn’t take it back if Shadder put a blade to his throat. He sat on the side of the bed and scratched his head as he tried to figure out what the hell he was going to do with that dead weight, Shadder. He and Sarah had to carry the guy throughout the whole tournament and now to the final. This shit was unacceptable but Glacier had to beat the odds and come out on top. Scenes fade away to black.
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