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The Real Speed vs. Jason Wheeler; SCW Championship & SCW Underground Champ
Topic Started: Sep 10 2007, 08:14 PM (318 Views)
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SCW Championship & SCW Underground Championship
The Real Speed vs. Jason Wheeler

RP Limit: 3 RP per person
Deadline: 11:59 pm EST Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Show Date: Wednesday, September 19, 2007

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My God has failed me. He failed me in his most humiliating hour ever. He lost.. to the scum known as Jason Wheeler. A man that everybody knows I beat earlier this year. A man who threw everything at me, and yet.. still lost.

Now, one could argue as to what the score is. As I expect Wheeler to do. So let's just get it out of the way. Yes, Wheeler pinned me in the same fashion, that I also pinned him. Yes Wheeler has "beaten me" in a tag team matchup against my partner at the time. The Wall. Yes Jason Wheeler will say that he has beaten me, yes Jason Wheeler will once again remind me of how epic his next reign will be. And yes, I will pretend to care but in reality not give two shits what the man says. Why? Because he is worthless to me. He is worthless not because he holds the SCW Championship, he's not worthless because he's the only man to hold the title six different times, and fail to hold it for more then thirty to fourty days, no he's not useless to me because his girlfriend, or wife.. is a whore. He's useless to me because he's just some flesh and bones that are attached to the title that I deserve to hold.

My God failed to keep it. Maybe I made a mistake. Maybe it was all one big mistake for me to praise Chad, to pray to him. Maybe it was a mistake for me to gain worshippers who gladdly gave their paychecks to us. Maybe it was a mistake to hand over half a million dollars in cash to Chad Evans. So let me correct my mistake. The Evanist Union is dead.. our leader has fallen, our Lord and Savior has foresaken us and sinned against himself. So allow me to now take control of the.. The Real Union.

Yeah, I'll work on the title later today. Fact of the matter is, I control the former Evanist Union. They've listened to me all along.. it won't be hard to convert them all to bow down and start praying towards The Real Speed. The future of SCW. The only Living Legend today. The Hardcore Messiah, The Extremist, the ONLY SCW Superstar to go back to back in Chamber wins. Jason Wheeler is scum. Jason Wheeler is the dog shit that my thousand dollars shoes accidently step in. Jason Wheeler is a throw away here in SCW. Someone who can hold the title for a week, just so that a proper champion can emerge. And in exactly..

1 Week

and 3 days

His reign is over. He will go down as the man who did indeed win the SCW Championship a unprecidented six times. He will go down as the man who did indeed beat our former God. But by the end of the night, he will be nothing more then the six time loser of SCW. The six time SCW World Champion, who once against lost at the hands of his superior. The Real Speed. That's a fact. But I guess they had to motivate me more. I guess Oleksa himself sat down and said "how can I make this match the best main event ever?"

So he put the only thing I give a damn about, on the line. My Extreme Championship. The Championship that I nearly died for. The title that saw five men take years off their careers in the Death Chamber. A title that brought out the most sadistic thoughts in all of us. Two years ago, I didn't think I'd be watching someone get blown up in a fiberglass chamber. Hell, even last year I didn't think I would drop someone on their head with barbed wiring awaiting them. Only for it to emit a bunch of sparks. Most likely electrocution, or a failed C4 charge.

I walked out alive at Under Attack. I conquered the Death Chamber. I became a transitional God that night. Why a God? Cause no mortal can survive hell like that. I've paid my dues.. I've been through hell. I've defeated it's worst demons. And now Jason Wheeler stands before me. My prize from Mr.Drachewych himself. Take your shot.. reap the rewards of putting on a main event matchup. Become SCW's double champion. Bring value back to SCW. It's all being whispered into my ear by him. I know why I'm here. I know why everyone on the roster will watch this match with intesity. Jason Wheeler is not the face of SCW. Everyone expected Chad Evans to lead us.. everyone was slowly getting used to the idea of Chad being at the top of his game.

And now.. I reap the benefits of war. The war that started at Apocalypse, the war that ended at Under Attack. And just like a good General, I didn't retreat. I stood my ground, and I conquered my land. And now Jason Wheeler stands in my way. A peasant appeasing this specimen of God. A washed up hack that would like us to believe he still has it in him. That his six title reigns will mean something this time around. He's a fool. He's a fool who loses his mind and starts talking about shit eating monkeys. A fool who did not take me seriously before.. or ever. A fool that four years ago.. was standing in this very same predicament. The Real Speed breathing down his neck demanding a match. And him denying my rights.

Times change.. people get older, people get wiser, and people learn the ins and outs of this business. It's not hard to get your name written down on a piece of paper that suggests that you may challenge for the championship. And with my Extreme Championship used as a bartering tool, it was only a matter of seconds before the next Breakdown event was billed and I could ascend to power. The World Extreme Champion of SCW.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go address my dwindling followers.

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Narrator- The Real Speed has just called an emergency meeting relating to the now.. former, Evanist Union. After watching Chad Evans lose all of his momentum in one night, the Evanists decided to pull out before committing any more money towards the Greater Good. Speed had been stressing out over the situation for the last twenty four hours.. if the Evanist Movement dies. Then he could stand to lose everything. His mansions, his millions of dollars, his celebrity status. But most importantly, the will of the people. The ones who could easily be swayed into believing his gospel gossip. So that's why he stood in front of the 400 devoted followers left. They all stood around in a smaller church then normal, as Speed tapped on the microphone.

Speed- Thank you for coming out tonight. Espicially on such short notice. As alot of you no doubt know, the Evanist Union is in a state of chaos.

Narrator- A series of mumbling, and some boos come from the small crowd.

Speed- Please, hold all your thoughts until the end. Right now we are in a serious state of chaos, we have people leaving the Evanist Union slandering it's name. Therefore, I am officially announcing a change in ownership. No longer will the Evanist Union grow stronger. But rather, The Union will. Who says that we need to worship Chad Evans? I'll tell you who said so, I did. And now after his recent actions.. I do not feel fit to worship him. Our God has defied us, he has spit in our faces. And therefore I will give you someone new to worship. Someone who makes promises, and keeps them. Someone who is unstoppable. Who is smart, who is caring. Who just want everyone to live happily ever after.

Me.. you will all worship me. Think about it, I have done everything for you guys. I have brought peace unto your lives. I have given you heroes to idolize and worship. I have given you meaning to wake up everyday and do the work of God. Things won't be that different, it'll just be you doing what your normally do. Except instead of a false God such as Chad Evans. You can worship your new God.. me.

So with that in mind, let's all rejoice together. If you could open up your hymn book to page 32, I would like to sing "Our New Savior".

Narrator- About a hundred of the people obey and open up their hymn books as Speed starts singing in a horrible voice.

Speed- I once.. worshipped a false God. I was warned, but now I'm smart. I will avenege his mistakes.. and go on.. to be.. greater then him.

Come on everyone, louder.

I was once lost.. but now I'm found. Through the power of Speed, I will be crowned. As king of SCW.. as their God. As their double.. champ..ion.

Narrator- Speed continues trying to sing his recently re-worded hymn as a handful of people start leaving the church. Speed looks up and notices those that are leaving as he addresses them.

Speed- Going somewhere?

Narrator- The group of people who were leaving turn around and look at Speed, as a few of them just ignore him.

Speed- Security.. lock the doors. Please and thank you.

Narrator- Un-benounced to everyone in attendance, the back row of "worshippers" gets up. Muscle built men that Speed had hired as a precaution. Nobody.. and he meant nobody, would leave the church without consenting to him being their new God. He had put to much time and effort into this to let it all fall through the cracks, over a mistake that wasn't even his. As the security Speed had hired locks the front doors, they stand in a liner line intimidating anyone who wants to try and leave.

Speed- Now let's get a few things straight here. For starters, my sermon is not over. So SIT THE FUCK.. DOWN!

Narrator- A few people from the group sit down in the nearest pew, as the rest stand in definance.

Speed- I'm not going to say this again. Either you sit the fuck down, or you become like him. *points to the cross with Jesus on it.* And trust me.. I will crucify your ass right here, right now. SO SIT THE FUCK DOWN!

Narrator- For their own personal safety, everyone resumes their seats as Speed continues his sermon.

Speed- Thank you. Now as we were talking about, I am your new Lord and Savior. But we still need more followers. The Union has taken a hit recently and it's up to you.. my family.. my friends.. my LOYAL followers. To get them back. I don't care what you have to do, but I want everyone to be in attendance next week. I want The Union to be stronger then it has ever been before. I want your families here worshipping me. I want your friends, your relatives, your boss even. All of them, need me in their lives. WE WILL NOT FALL! WE WILL NOT FAIL! I promise you, that The Union will never die as long as I am in charge. And to all of those who are thinking of opposing me. To everyone who wants to leave.

Go ahead.. leave.

But just remember. I know who you are. I know who your family is. I know everything about you. And if say.. an accident should befall one of you. I'm sure The Union would be there to protect you. Without us, you aren't safe. Without us you're family isn't safe. WIthout us.. you are nothing. You are scum. You are below scum. You are everything that we hate, and wish to destroy. Praise Speed.. Amen!

Narrator- With that, Speed steps down from the podium as he throws his arms up in a religious pose and kneels down facing the crowd. The body of Christ hung on the cross is hung directly above him as everyone nervously looks around before muttering an Amen.
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Maybe I was wrong. Maybe Damian Angel really is the Devil himself. Maybe the Holy Wars are not over.. maybe Chad Evans is biding his time. Hell, lately there's not much left to think about. I just sit here with a glass of whisky in one hand, and a smoke in the other. Thinking of what we had. What we both had going for us. He was our leader, he was the voice of reason. Without Chad.. what becomes of me? Do I go back to drinking and doing drugs just to escape my reality? Or do I rise above the prejudice, do I rise above and become greater then Chad?

I feel like de ja vu all over again. It's just like Shawn Winters did to Chad. He over shadowed him, he tainted every single great moment in Chads carreer. Until it came down to do or die for both of them. Now Shawns carreer is dead, and Chad was set to rise up above everyone. But he went up and down faster then a two dollar tramp on my dick. So what now? Do I break Chads back? Or do I join him in fighting Damian Angel? Do I go my own seperate route, and leave him to die at the hands of a Marytr? Or do I make things right again?

This was to much pressure on one mans shoulders. I told you all before, I'm stressed out lately. And when I get stressed out, I do stupid things. Stupid things like stealing a luxury car from the automobile shop, and forgetting ti disable the internal tracking. Stupid things like forgetting to file my taxes and then having to pay for 5 years of back tax. Or even stupid shit like walking into a police station with a pound of cocaine and a drug sniffing dog that's ODing off my cocaine!

Ok, so the last one didn't happen. At least not yet. But what if I do something stupid again, and end up in front of a courtroom? You think they're going to believe me when I say I was under alot of stress? Hell no, they're going to call me a crackhead and throw me in prison with a bunch of other crackheads. And to top it all off, now my blessing is going to become a curse.

I mean it's bad enough that I was forced to defend my championship in the Death Chamber. But now I'm being forced to finish what Chad couldn't do. I have to beat Jason Wheeler to end his six title reign. But then what? As double champion I'll be facing everyone and everything. It's like having a laser dot right between your forehead. And shit.. throw in Jay Gold and Greg Cherrys Trios Tournament win, and I can definatly assure you that within the first twenty four hours of my new reign. One of them will want to challenge me.

I can't do this.. I'll start pulling my hair out. I'll burn through a pack of smokes in an hour, and drain a bottle of whisky along with that.

Ok.. deep breath. Count to 10. Count to 10.. phew. My Therapist says I'm over anaylzing everything. That I'll be fine in life if I stick to my goals. This is it.. this is my one shot at proving everyone wrong. To prove to everyone that Jason Wheeler has always been inferior to me. Four years ago, I knew it. Earlier this year I proved it. And now.. I get to cement it in stone, and mark it down in the hollowed halls of SCW's history. It will go down that The Real Speed could not, and will not be defeated by Jason Wheeler. Not now, not in the past, and not ever. He may have beaten our God, he may have boosted his career for another year in the spotlight. But even he can't deny the fact that the Devil himself was there to save him. He didn't beat God by himself...therefore, he's a false champion.

Admit it Jason.. you're nothing special. You think you got to me? You think that by defeating Chad that his.. what was it you called me.. lackey? You think that his "lackey" would be afraid of you? Fuck you. You're the same Jason Wheeler that made excuse after excuse whenever I challenged you to a fight. You're the same Jason Wheeler who refuses to ever see eye to eye with Speed. The same Jason Wheeler who four years ago, was stuck trying to take out CHBK time and time again. Only to fail just about every single time. You know what's going to happen to you Jason? You're going to lose to me. You're going to lose to the greatest wrestler in this world. And then you will make up an excuse. You will make up an excuse to get a second shot at me, and then when you lose again.. it's over.

Your stardom, your spotlight, your main event matches. It all gets thrown out the window, and you will be forced to go back to living off the past. You will be forced to try and get a World Championship shot, but ultimately fail for two years. You'll fail because the only reason you are even in the spotlight, the only god damn reason you even hold the title. Is because of Damian Angel.

Yes.. you owe him your life. You sold out to the devil. The man who prays to God, the man who worships his own false idols and believes in the idealism of Christianity, has sold his very soul and career to the one man who could possibly be the Devil. As I said, maybe I was wrong about Damian, maybe he really does possess the powers of evil. He's certaintly caused enough chaos in my life this week, then any other mortal could possibly do.

But if it wasn't for him bowing out of his Rise to Greatness main event, and killing the very career of CHBK. You wouldn't have had the chance to win the title. If it wasn't for him being in the Fatal Four Way at Apocalypse, you wouldn't have lost the title and gone on to face Chad Evans. If it wasn't for Damian Angels interference, you would have never beaten God.

So I just want to make a few things perfectly clear. Damian Angel will NOT interfere in our matchup this coming Breakdown. For it is not I he wants, but Chad Evans. And I still have faith that our God will show up, and deal with that annoying piece of shit. Leaving it to be just you and me. None of your brothers to interfere, and none of my friends to help me out. Just one on one, just like at Retribution... remember that Wheeler? No? Allow me to refresh your memory.


Wheeler turns and runs at Speed attempting a spear, but Speed just sidesteps him and Wheeler hits the turnbuckle hard. He staggers back and Speed rolls him up in a school boy and hikes up the tights.1 2 3! The crowd boos and Speed rolls out of the ring. Wheeler gets up and throws his arms up in the air.


Yeah.. it happened just like that. Three seconds and you were humiliated. You had tried so hard, fought so valiently. And yet.. I simply outsmarted you. You see Wheeler, you're like a book. An open book that everyone can read. I know your weaknesses and I know your strengths. I know that you are a determined fighter, that you have the heart of a lion. That you will not back down from a challenge.

But your weaknesses lie within me. It eats you alive that I exist in SCW. It eats you alive that my mouth spews forth the truth like molten lava from a volcano. It hurts you to listen to me talk about my accomplishments, knowing full well that you could never match them. That you could never hope to ever be as great as me. They call you a Hall of Famer around here in SCW, but we all know that's a lie. We all know the only reason you were ever something in SCW, is because I was never around until a few years after SCW opened it's doors.

Otherwise, it would be a whole new tune. SCW has always been a place where I could waltz in, and do what I want when I want. Look at the Extreme Championship on my shoulders for proof of that. SCW was the place where I always reigned supreme over the odds. Check the emergency room for my latest victims. I hear Calvan Greene is still in shock, something about he singed his hair. Or even take a look at Samantha Stevens. Look at what I did to her. I beat her.. I beat her 1..2..3. But I beat her so bad, that she's scared to get into the ring with me again. She doesn't want to relive the horror. I beat her to the point that she pulled out of getting another shot at my championship.

I control her. Just like I control everyone in SCW.. including you Jason. This Breakdown, you will walk in as the Champion. But by the time the night is over, I will be holding the two most coveted prizes in SCW. And everyone.. will bow before me, and hail me as their new Deity, Lord, and Savior. Including you, as you lay unconscious in a pool of your own blood. You may have won the war between the Devil and God, but you will never win the war against The Hardcore Messiah.. the bringer of truth, pain, punishment, and greed. The Real Fuckin' Speed.

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And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, He that overcometh shall inherit all things; and I will be his God, and he shall be my son. But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.


Revelations 21 1-8


Vampire:

1. a preternatural being, commonly believed to immortal, that is said to suck the blood of living creatures to survive.

2. (in Eastern European folklore) a corpse, animated by an undeparted soul or demon, that periodically leaves the grave and disturbs the living, until it is exhumed and impaled or burned.

3. a person who must drink blood in order to maintain their existance.


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I hate to say I told you so...
I hate to be the one to remind you that I was right.
And I’d hate to laugh as other stew in their misfortunes

But on September 9th in the year two thousand and seven, Chad Evans lost it all... and the true Saint of SCW got it all back. The self proclaimed ‘God’ of the world lost to what he classified as a mediocrity. Hoisted up by his own petard. Ouch Chad... that’s got to sting.

Now I can give credit where credit is due. Evans beat the hell out of me. It was a good fight, and I am never a man to question someone’s skills... but Chad, your latest decision baffles me. After the ‘tragedy’ that was your title loss to me, I offered an open shot for anyone to take me on... I was thinking you’d be the first to jump over that... so you could fix this ‘set back’.

But what do you do in response to this ‘atrocity’, as you prolly see it? You send in the freaking disciple to try and take me down. Why, Chad? Why couldn’t you step up and try to take my title away one more time?

The answer is... because you have become enlightened. You are flawed, Chad Evans. You are not the definition of perfection, and certainly not an example of being divine. You are not the one true God. I don’t even think you classify as a human being. Neither, does your equally depraved side kick. You two... are the very vermin of SCW.

Speed, you think just because you survived a few bonfires that you are entitled to a title shot. Well I don’t think so. You get on your knees and worship, among other things I’m sure, Chad Evans on a daily basis. It makes me sick to even look at you. If I had my way, you would never get a shot at the SCW title. If I had my way... you would not even BE in SCW. But you wanted to be the first one to challenge me. Well today is your lucky day, Speedo, because I am something that SCW has not seen in a loooong time. Something they have not seen in Evans... or you... or Cherry... and certainly never in you, Speed. I am a fighting SCW Champion.

I don’t care how you think you’re worthy to fight me. I don’t even care if the rest of the media world thinks that you are better than me. All I care about is what is written on that card at the end of every week. This week, when I saw your name slotted next to mine for next Breakdown... you know what I said to myself?

“Party Time”.

That’s right... I celebrated the chance to face you again. I’ll take you back, as I am sure you will reference this event on more than several occasions, seeing as you have nothing else to talk about, to several months ago. I faced you one on one... and if my memory serves correctly... you beat me. You beat me... and what happened a week later? Ah yes... you were pinned by me. I’m sure you will argue that it was a tag match and shouldn’t count, but the way I see it, Speedy, this Breakdown represents the tie breaker between one man... and one clone of a defeated false deity.

Guess which one you fall under... give you a hint... you aren’t the man.

Does it matter that SCW Underground title is on the line? Actually, believe it or not, yes it does... it makes it all the sweeter. I took the church of Evans through hell last Sunday... Now I’m going to do it all over again on Breakdown. And what are you going to do when you come to realize, Speed, that I am more than a match for you? How will you justify your humiliation to your so called ‘growing’ fan base? See Speed, there is one thing I will admit and that is that the only thing in SCW I value more than the SCW title is the chance to personally... and permanently... shut you up.

Remember a few weeks ago? I didn’t hear you making any smart ass comments when you went through the tables... Remember that? That just gives you a small taste of what is surely headed your way. That pain you felt in the chamber is nothing compared to what is to come if you stand in that ring and speak about your ‘holiness’ like your master did. I will grant you the peace of eternity like I did for Evans. I will show you the one true power, and then I will release you back into SCW... speechless and at long last giving SCW what they always wanted... silence from you.

By this time, I can see you sitting in your chair... sipping your beer and laughing yourself hoarse thinking how easy I will be to defeat. To that I say, like master... like slave. So be it... think I am easy to defeat... but try to remember that when you are being brought to humble yourself at my hands. I will come at you with every thing I have, because this is not just a battle, Real Speed... this is personal. So let me just wrap up by asking you a simple question...

What are you going to do, Speed?


What are you going to do?

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Act 1:
The Era of the Vampire Begins
Mere Seconds after the closing of SCW’s Under Attack

The ref’s hand hit the mat for a third time, and suddenly, there is the smallest of moments of perfect silence. The audience cannot believe it... the announcers cannot believe it... even the man holding the pin can barely believe it himself.

But there it is for the whole world to see. Any nay sayers or doubters are for that brief instant silenced. They are at a loss, for in that brief moment, the world stopped turning. Time stood still. Because at that precise moment... ‘God’ had been defeated.

Not just defeated... for if he had lost to a ‘devil’ or a ‘messiah’ or perhaps an ‘immortal father’ then it may have been understandable. No... God was defeated by a mortal. A Saint to be sure, but a mortal never the less. The only man who could lay siege and defeat the self proclaimed deity was none other than SCW’s Anti Hero.

Two Words... Jason Wheeler.

As he stood there, his hands laying hold upon HIS title once more, the wave of euphoria was subsiding, and Wheeler could admit it to himself. This was real. This was no dream. He looked upon Demeter, tears welling in her eyes. She was so happy. And for the first time in over a month... so was he. At that moment, as he lifted the SCW title over his head, Jason Wheeler felt like he could take on the world.

Then the moment instantly fled and Wheeler came crashing back to reality. His body was suffering. He had won the match, but he could not deny that it had taken everything out of him. He looked down to Chad Evans... the FORMER SCW Champion. He lay there, eyes closed but probably staring up to the sky. That was an image Jason Wheeler was going to remember, and relish, for a long, long time.

He leaned on the ropes as his legs wobbled. His entire body ached from head to toe. For those who didn’t know, the now current SCW Champion was a fair man. He called a spade a spade. He was a straight shooter. Chad Evans... despite his deluded mentality... was one hell of a fighter.

He dropped to the ground and with as much strength as he could muster, he rolled himself out of the ring into the waiting arms of his love, Demeter. She held him close, taking the SCW title and carrying it for him in her free hand. The crowd just kept roaring like they would never end. Wheeler wanted to shake all their hands... but his strength was gone. God, Demeter could probably pin him if she felt so inclined.

The ramp way felt like a mountain as the two climbed together. Evans was beginning to stir, as Demeter noticed, but the Anti Hero kept his face straight ahead. He had to get through the curtains.

The crowd was still yelling their approval, and chanting his name. Six times... six times he had held this belt. The greats he had defeated for it... his mind raced at the memories. Dean Black, CHBK, Carnage, Phoenix, the great Xander Valentine... all had come to fall under the Anti Hero.

Now... Chad Evans would be added to that list forever more. It was like something out of a fairy tale. It was just like Rise to Greatness had been. Good had come and vanquished evil. For the second time in a row... when Evil threatened the realm of SCW, there the Anti hero had come, guns blazing and took down the foe. As the crowd continued their deafening roar, Wheeler knew he had proven to the world the one infallible truth he had been trying to prove all along. Jason Wheeler, as SCW Champion of the world... was no fluke.

Demeter squeezed his hand tightly as they reached the curtains. He was almost there. All he had to do was pass through and he would be able to collapse and rest for a while. Demeter tried to lead him through but his feet would not co-operate. He could not move. In his heart, he knew why.

They had never stopped cheering since he had made the epic pin. They had never turned on him after all this time. Sighing, the champion traced his hand across his lover’s shoulder until his hand finally rested on the SCW Title that she held. Demeter sighed and let her lover take the title, kissing his hand in the process. The champion gave her a wink before turning one eighty and walking back to the start of the runway. He raised his hands in the air in a pose that drew the fans into a frenzy. He hadn’t thought it possible but they had grown even louder than a moment ago. He felt strong again, if only for a fleeting moment, drinking it all in.

This was his moment... and Jason Wheeler reveled in it. His eyes fells to Chad Evans about to exit the ring. As he held his hands up, he let one fall and pointed the other to Chad Evans as the fans continued to applaud. Wheeler gave a grin, and no doubt the entire audience shared the same thought. When Evans recovered from his loss... he would be back. This was definitely not the last we saw Jason Wheeler versus Chad Evans.

As he lowered his hands, he felt Demeter’s arms wrap around him and lead the new champion through the curtains. The audience’s roar now a faint whimper in the background.

As he passed the curtains, Wheeler let himself fall. Demeter could not hold him, but she had enough strength to swing him so his back fell against the wall. The SCW Title crashed to the cement floor. Wheeler wore a smile that Demeter could not help but return.

Wheeler: Did you hear them, Demeter? They were... holy hell they... oh my god they were...
Demeter: I know Jason. It was beautiful. They were all for you. And this...

She held up the SCW Title so that he could see it again. It shone with all the lights of the backstage.

Demeter: This is for you too.

Wheeler took the title, and with Demeter’s help, he was able to stand again. Together, they headed down the hallway towards his change room. Not a word muttered between them. Nothing needed to be said. Just a boy... a girl... and a championship belt.

They would emerge from the change room about twenty minutes later. Both wore their casual street attire. There was no need to wear anything flashy, for they was no party that either felt the desire to attend. Right now... a nice hotel bed in a quiet part of town was looking really friendly. Demeter held her bag in one hand, and cuddled closely to her lover’s arm with the other. Of course, around Wheeler’s waist in clear view... was a new addition. Anyone who saw them walking down the hall nodded their salutations and congratulations. They all had to admit it to themselves... that SCW Title looked good around the new champion’s waist.

The devoted following of fans had stuck around and were now surrounding the security wall of the parking lot. As they exited the building into the parking lot, the first thing Jason Wheeler saw was the moon, bright and beautiful, shining upon them.

The second thing he saw was the masses that suddenly exploded in applause as they all spotted him and Demeter. The chants of ‘Wheeler’ rained down on the duo. Wheeler held up the SCW title for all to see. Demeter, herself, waved as she leaned in close to whisper in the Anti Hero’s ear.

Demeter: They love you, Jason.
Wheeler: They finally have someone as their champion that they don’t boo.
Demeter: And you’ll be their champion for good now.
Wheeler: I hope so. Come... our limo is over there.

They looked across the parking lot. As they made their way to the limo, she leaned in to whisper her lovely voice once more.

Demeter: I’m surprised we have not been mauled by reporters about your title shot.
Wheeler: Ah don’t worry. We’ll get plenty of that this week. Right now, I just want to go home and get some rest.
Demeter: Me too... everything’s going to be ok, isn’t it?
Wheeler: Yeah... things are where they should be.
Demeter: Yes they are.
Wheeler: He never should have had this, Demi. This never should have left me.
Demeter: The Lord works in mysterious ways, Jay.
Wheeler: The Lord has nothing to do with it, Demi. He didn’t do a thing.
Demeter: Right... sorry.
Wheeler: Demi... I’ve said it before, and I will say it again. If God is going to do anything to punish me for what I believe, namely that he is a lazy good for nothing childish ass, let him do something now!

Of course nothing happened. And Wheeler just shrugged. Demeter sighed and kissed her love.

Demeter: Sorry, love. It must be hard for you.
Wheeler: No... I just had to realize that God isn’t going to lift one lazy finger to help me. So you know what... screw him. Screw him and his high and might - -

Everything went into slow motion right then and there. Inside the limo, a bright light was emitted, and within a second, it overcame the limo and spread like a demon towards the couple. The explosion blew the limo away, and sent Wheeler flying backwards onto the hard asphalt. He knew exactly what had happened almost instantaneously. He felt something warm and hit on his forehead. It was thick and rushed down his face... was it blood?

His ears rang like sirens, and his body was in too much shock to tell him if anything was broken. He could barely think straight, and when he could, the first thing he thought about was... was...

DEMETER!

He looked around. His head felt like it weighed 300 pounds. He looked around, expecting the worst. However, he found her quickly several yards away from him. The ringing deafened all other noises, Wheeler couldn’t even hear himself cry out to her, though he knew he had.

She laid facing him upon the sidewalk... except she wasn’t looking at him. She wasn’t looking anywhere. Her face had been scratched completely to hell. Blood dripped from her mouth and a huge gash laid at the side of her head. A few meters away, the car bumper, or at least a part of it, lay strewn upon the ground. It must have struck her hard. Wheeler could not tell, for the life of him, if she was breathing or not... alive... or dead.

Fir the first time in his life, Jason Wheeler did not know what to do. For the first time in his life, Jason Wheeler felt powerless. For the first time in his life... Jason Wheeler was afraid.

And as he felt the twinge of fear coarse through him, Wheeler felt his grip on consciousness slip, and he fell into oblivion.

============ Thirty Six Hours Later =============

{Promo}

The golden flames licked away upon the crucifix ravenously. The flaming inferno rested upon a treeless hill over looking a quiet valley. Despite the sight, the night was relatively silent save for the cracking and cackling of burning wood.

The only spectator to this ordeal wore a black velvet cape and his semi long hair was slicked back that shone with the moon. He had no doubt started the fire on the crucifix. As he turns around to face the camera, the moon light illuminates enough of the face to show that the arsonist is the reigning SCW Champion... Jason Wheeler.

Wheeler: No... I haven’t converted to atheism... look... look closer...

The Anti Hero points at the blazing crucifix. The camera closes in on the crucifix. It is hard to see thanks to the fire, but there seems to be a wooden figure nailed to the crucifix. Is it a carving of our lord and savior, Jesus Christ?

No... it isn’t... it is the former SCW Champion... Chad Evans!

The camera backs away as the Anti hero chuckles to himself.

Wheeler: Last Sunday, the world saw the end of the deluded deity and his hold upon the SCW title. Now... come Breakdown, the last element of Evanism falls. I have vanquished the false god... now I take care of the fake Messiah.

Wheeler takes a moment to look back on his work, before returning to the camera.

Wheeler: Speed... I will not speak of our history, because the past is the past. Knowing you... you will dwell on it as if it means anything. A bit of advice... why don’t you focus on the present. Look to what is going on now in SCW. You know what that is? You know what is going on in Supreme Championship Wrestling at this very moment?

Wheeler walks forward so that his face is fully illuminated by the moon.

Wheeler: Me....

The flaming crucifix falls to the ground from behind him, and the Anti Hero let out a sigh.

Wheeler: Ok cut it. Hang on guys. Hold up.

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The camera cut off and went back to its starting position. Wheeler looked back to the green screen and to the several staff members putting out the only real thing besides him that had been in the promo.

The studio director came from his chair with a frown on his face. His head had broken out into a sweat from the fire. Wheeler hadn’t leaked a drop.

Director: Jason... what’s the matter?
Wheeler: A flaming crucifix? That’s the best you guys could come up with?
Director: What? Our marketing team said that audiences really like the dark stuff.
Wheeler: There’s a fine line to draw with the ‘dark stuff’. I’m no goth, and I’m sorry but this flaming crucifix thing doesn’t work.
Director: But Jason - -
Wheeler: You know what Speed will do if he saw something like this? He’d rip me apart.
Director: Oh I hardly think that he - -
Wheeler: No, you hardly think period. I want you to rewrite it, but this time, don’t do anything lame!
Voice: Mr. Wheeler?
Wheeler (turning to voice): What?

The voice had come from one of the stage hands. He held up Wheeler’s cell phone to the Anti Hero.

Stage Hand: Phone call for you sir.

Wheeler’s heart stopped for a second. He hoped that it was the doctors with good news about Demeter’s condition. As he was soon to find, he could not have been more wrong.

Wheeler: Hello?
Voice: Did I catch you at a bad time?

The voice sounded gruff and hostile. It immediately sent chills down his spine.

Wheeler: Who is this?
Voice: Someone you don’t know, though I certainly know you, Mr. Wheeler.
Wheeler: Look, if you’re a fan, this is definitely a bad time. Call my agent, she’ll set you up with a photograph and maybe an autograph to go with it.
Voice: Oh? I could use a different picture for my dart board.
Wheeler: Yeah, funny. Hanging up now.
Voice: No you’re not. You’re going to learn to obey me.
Wheeler: Obey you? Yeah right psychopath. I’m hanging up.
Voice: Well alright, guess I’ll go talk to Demeter.
Wheeler: What?! Who the hell are you?
Voice: That’s not important. What’s important is that you understand that I hold the strings here.
Wheeler: Do you have any idea what I can do?! I have taken down guys twice your size.
Voice: How would you know? You’ve probably never seen me.
Wheeler: I don’t care how big you are. I can crush you. You will never work in this fucking continent again. Now I’m tired of this joke. If you go anywhere near me or Demeter, you will fucking pay.
Voice: Nope... you’re the one who is going to pay, or the world is going to learn that they are worshiping a vampire as their champion.

Wheeler’s jaw immediately went torque. His blood suddenly felt like it had dropped several degrees. He shook his head. People all around him were staring. With a sigh, he regained his composure. And then the voice returned.

Voice: Oh did I struck a nerve with that one?
Wheeler: I - - uh - - don’t know what you’re talking about.
Voice: No, well how about the fact that you drink blood to keep yourself in check from your blood disease?
Wheeler: How the hell you know about this?
Voice: That’s not important. I know a lot more than that too, and as long as you stay on my good side, the tabloids and newspapers world wide don’t get the scoop of a lifetime.
Wheeler: You know what mack? I don’t care what you think you know, but I am not going to sit here and listen to you.
Voice: But you’re not sitting... you’re standing.

Wheeler looked around. All the exits were closed. This guy was here... it was the only way he would know that he was standing.

Wheeler: You can see me?!
Voice: Everything!
Wheeler: Oh yeah? What am I wearing?
Voice: Black cape and semi ruffed up tuxedo... very Dracula-esque.
Wheeler (scratching his head): Oh yeah... what am I doing now?
Voice: Scratching your head.
Wheeler (flipping off all over the studio): And now?
Voice: Oh please, that’s hardly polite.
Wheeler: Yeah like I need to show you any fucking manners.
Voice: You do if you don’t want me to lose my temper.
Wheeler: I’m shaking in my boots.
Voice: Not yet you aren’t... We’ll talk soon. Bye.

The voice hung up, and Wheeler still couldn’t see anyone who had held or was holding a cell phone.

Wheeler: Ok... which one of you guys did this?
Director: Did what?
Wheeler: Just called me with that tasteless joke.
Director: Wasn’t anyone on my staff sir. Except for you, cell phones are discouraged here.
Wheeler: Well you know what? One of you guys did this, and I’m going to find out right now.

Wheeler looked down to his cell where he hit Star Sixty Nine. He held the phone to his ear as he heard the automated response.

Auto Voice: The last number to call your phone... is not available for this service.

Wheeler slammed the phone shut. There was only one type of phone that caused that kind of reaction. Public phones. He looked to the studio director.

Wheeler: Hey... where’s the nearest pay phone.
Director: Pay Phone?
Wheeler: Yeah like ... ah you know what... fuck it. I’m leaving now. I’ll be back in a day or two. I want everything perfect.
Director: Yes sir... you sure everything is ok?

Wheeler did not answer him. That phone call had thrown him for a loop. Though he had sounded like it had done little to affect him, inside he was once again fearful. In fact, he was dreading the caller’s backbone. If anyone discovered what he had done, they would take him away to be studied... or worse. He needed to get out of here and get back to something that mattered.

With that in mind, he headed to the hospital.

-------------------------- Half an Hour Later --------------------

The Anti Hero was not used to this... waiting for someone to recover. Usually, he was in the hospital bed, and Demeter was in the waiting chair. He didn’t understand how she had always managed to get through it. This was torture for him watching her lay there on the hospital bed.

The explosion of the limo had blown them both back, but the fender... or bender... whatever it was called, Wheeler was not a car part buff, had crashed into her head, cracking her skull. The doctors had said that there appeared to be no permanent brain damage, but she had slipped into a deep coma making it impossible to be sure. They had cleared him to wrestle, and thus, he was ordered to prepare for his upcoming Title for Title match with Speed. He had to do this match... These doctors were the best, and they cost money... money that Wheeler would make through SCW.

He looked at head, bandaged almost completely. She looked like she was in agony, the last expression of horror before the fender thing hit her permanently etched in her face, or at least from what he could see. It made his blood run cold again.

He wanted to talk to her, tell her about the caller, but he had no idea how to begin. When the good Doctor Fawlty entered, Wheeler was NOT at a loss for words for him.

Wheeler: Dr. Fawlty... please give me some good news.
Fawlty: Well, you’ll have to give me a second, Mr. Wheeler. I need to CHECK her first.
Wheeler: Right... of course.

He did not feel embarrassed. He needed to know. The doctor checked several machines that beeped or whirled depending. Wheeler, even though he had spent so much time in them, hated the hospitals, and was grateful for spending as little time there as possible... much like being near Speed when he started talking about himself... which was always!

The thought of Speed further compounded his rage. He thought of the distinct possibility. What if Speed was the one behind the whole caller charade? To throw off his opponent, he had disguised his voice and... wait... that didn’ t make any sense.

How did Speed know about his disease, and what that disease made him?

Dr. Fawlty’s voice brought him away from that negative train of thought with good news for sure.

Fawlty: Well, Mr. Wheeler. Her vital signs are stronger. She’s reacting to certain pokes and prods, and it seems that everything has stabilized. Now we just have to wait until she awakens. I don’t suppose you’re Prince Charming and can just kiss her awake.

The comment made Wheeler laugh. Something he had not done in a long time with anyone other than his lover.

Wheeler: If only life were that simple.
Fawlty: Well... perhaps good can come out of this.
Wheeler: What you mean, Doctor?

The beeping of the doctor’s pager held up the good doctor who excused himself, promising to return shortly, to take care of a pregnancy. He left Jason Wheeler on his own, to ponder his own thoughts.

There was no way Speed could be the caller.... was there? There were too many gaps in that frightening possibility. How did he possibly know about his disease? How did he come to realize what the current SCW Champion was?

And what about Evans? Could he be the one who was trying to mind fuck him over? What if it was Oleksa going back to his old ways? What if... What if... What if....

Wheeler shook his head as all this inquisition was doing was giving him a headache. It was probably some fan who got lucky and found his number, and decided to make a tasteless joke. Yeah that must have been it.

Inside though, Wheeler was less than confident. Whoever this caller was, he had revealed a very threatening truth. Wheeler was not going to be able to hide his secrets forever. Sooner or later, everything would come out into the open. Then, the world would know who... and what he was.

It would come to pass... but not for a long time if Wheeler had anything to say about it. Whoever this caller was, if he was serious, threatened that. He would have to proceed with caution. As he came to this realization, the door swung open.

Almost immediately, Wheeler abandoned all thinking of the caller, as his temper flared when he saw that the man walking through the door... was Father Mondego. His usual entourage of nuns and altar boys waited outside the door.

Wheeler was on him in an instant, throwing him against the wall, his teeth bared to show his razor sharp fangs. Surprisingly, Mondego remained calm and was first to speak.

Mondego: See, my son? I told her that you would eventually come to harm her.

Though his face was written with rage, Wheeler controlled his voice to a very calm level.

Wheeler: Get out...
Mondego: I’m afraid that I must remain, in case Demeter awakens enough to make a final confession.
Wheeler: She is NOT going to die, Father... and you will not take her soul.
Mondego: Well... neither will you, demon child.
Wheeler: In case you didn’t see... MY way brought me back MY title.
Mondego: And so the devil rejected from heaven seeks to corrupt God’s creations. He comes to us in the guise of what we desire.
Wheeler: Only thing I ‘desire’ right now is to take your head off!

The nuns, who had semi filtered in were crossing themselves calling for help, both from their lord... and for Dr. Fawlty. Mondego was about to say something, but Wheeler cut him off.

Wheeler: If I find out that YOU’RE the one behind all of this, I swear to God that no amount of your religious dogma will protect you from me. I will hunt you down and don’t worry, you won’t have to do the slitting... COMPRENDAE?!

The room nearly shook with the booming of his voice. Mondego just stood there taking it in.

Mondego: Whatever you are talking about, I am not behind it.
Wheeler: Bullshit.
Mondego: Well, don’t believe me, but you have no proof that I have done anything wrong. I am a holy man... so either kill me in cold blood and sign your pact with the devil... or release me, you heathen scum.

Wheeler growled lowly. The rage inside him built up like an explosion, and he realized that he had not eaten, blood wise, since the accident... if he could call it that. He wasn’t sure who he was truly mad at the most as he held Mondego in his clutches... Did his desire to kill someone come from his anger towards Evans?... Mondego?... Or had Speed finally succeeded in driving him too far with his mouth.

Whatever the reason, he released Father Mondego from his grasp as Dr. Fawlty came storming through the sea of nuns.

Fawlty: What in God’s name is going on here?
Wheeler: This man is not welcomed here, Doctor. Either, you ask him to go, or I will remove him by force.
Fawlty: Hang on, Mr. Wheeler. I will handle this. Excuse me, Reverend ...?
Mondego: Reverend?! I am no tambourine shaking Baptist! You will address me as Father Mondego or ‘your grace’!
Fawlty (flustered somewhat): And here you will call me Doctor... or sir, ‘Father’ Mondego. Now, are you of relation to the patient?
Mondego: I am her priest. Her soul needs me.
Wheeler: Her soul needs you like I need a kick in the nuts. We didn’t ask for you to come, now get going...

Wheeler stepped forward and whispered to the arrogant priest.

Wheeler: Unless you want to become my next meal.

This turned the priest a sickly white. His hands began to shake as Wheeler pulled away.

Fawlty: I am sorry sir, but unless you are related or involved directly with the patient, I am going to have to ask you to leave.
Wheeler: Which means you and your nunnery leave.

Father Mondego adjust his wrinkled suit, before clearing his throat.

Mondego: Well... if it is the wish of the doctor to further endanger this young woman’s soul... then we will honor his request. Come my children. We will return to the airport.

He brushed past Wheeler, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

Mondego: This isn’t over, Wheeler.
Wheeler: Not on your life.
Mondego: God WILL take his revenge from you.

Wheeler pushed Father Mondego with all his strength out the door, slamming him into several of his nuns.

Wheeler: FUCK YOUR GOD, OLD MAN!

The nuns and the doctor had to hold the two back as Wheeler tried to knock the arrogant bastard out. The nuns pushed their ways shouting all sorts of warnings to the current SCW Champion. Fawlty meanwhile held him back, shouting to them to leave.

Fawlty: I SAID GET OUT, BEFORE I CALL SECURITY!

The nuns slowly backed away taking their disturbed leader with them. As they drew away, Wheeler made one last attempt to get at the priest, only to have Dr. Fawlty hold him back once more. The doctor was incredibly strong for his size.

Fawlty: Hey... enough! Alright?

The Anti Hero pulled away, trying to take in some deep breaths, the Catholics long gone.

Wheeler: Yeah... Sorry doctor.
Fawlty: You want to tell me what that was about?
Wheeler: He is... aware of my condition.
Fawlty: I see... A man of faith... what he must think of it.
Wheeler: That a demon is possessing me that is satanic in nature and needs to be exorcized.
Fawlty: What? But that’s absurd. Did you explain to him that this is a genetic disorder that people all over the world suffer from?
Wheeler: I did. Didn’t matter.
Fawlty: Did you tell him that - -
Wheeler: I told him everything there is to tell, but he refuses to acknowledge it as anything other than sin.

Dr. Fawlty looked over to the unconscious Demeter. He sighed before returning his attention to the young champion.

Fawlty: What a closed mind, indeed... and arrogant too from what I gathered.
Wheeler: Well arrogance doesn’t bother me half as much as his presumption of the nature of my illness.
Fawlty: Well, not me. I despise arrogance more than anything.
Wheeler (chuckling): Let’s hope that you never have to meet the Evanists movement.
Fawlty: Who?
Wheeler: Chad Evans and Speed.

The old doctor raised an eyebrow. He had watched wrestling occasionally ever since he had first treated the Anti Hero. These names were not unfamiliar to him, but Wheeler felt the need to explain.

Wheeler: One believes he’s god... the other thinks he’s a hardcore messiah. You know how I beat Evans the other night... before the explosion?
Fawlty: Yeah.
Wheeler: Well now, his little worshiper wants me for the title.
Fawlty: Are you ready for that? I mean... Jason I would not approve of that. You are lucky to have survived that crash. The fact that you barely have any scratches... well it defies logic.
Wheeler: I’d rather be the one in the coma instead of having Demeter suffer through this.
Fawlty: She will come through, Jason. I’ve seen a lot worse than her state and they have come out of it alright.
Wheeler: I hope so, Doc... I hope so.
Fawlty: I suppose there is some good to come out of all of it, Jason.
Wheeler: Yeah... SCW Champion once again... though the idea of facing Speed again aggravates me... and without Demeter... I don’t know Doc.
Fawlty: I was referring to the new package.
Wheeler: What? What are you talking about, doctor?
Fawlty: Demeter never told you?
Wheeler: No... we’ve been extremely busy lately. Tell me what? Is she pregnant?! Oh god, I’m going to be a father! My brothers are going to have field days with this one.
Fawlty: No no no... the package of blood.

Wheeler felt the world’s second biggest dumbass... secondly only to the Real Speed. No way he was EVER going to out do Speed there. The doctor motioned for him follow and Wheeler did so obediently. He was led into a smaller room where he noticed a suitcase identical to the one he used to carry with his blood packets. The doctor walked to it, and opened to reveal its contents. There were several blood packets inside, but they were some what different than what Wheeler was used to.

Fawlty: Here... You see... the last few packets we sent you were genetically inferior to what you were taking earlier.
Wheeler: ... What? Wait wait... I’m not the smart in biology.
Fawlty: Ok... the old blood packets were somehow manufactured incorrectly. Apparently, something went wrong during the cell reproduction, and the hemoglobin were actually inferior to the standards you need to see a positive effect.
Wheeler: So the stuff I was drinking was...
Fawlty: Very expensive water.
Wheeler: Son of a bitch!

Wheeler hit his head several times over in frustration.

Fawlty: Well, we have rectified that problem.
Wheeler: Yeah... until the next batch is contaminated some way.
Fawlty: I give you my word that this will not happen again. With God as my witness - -
Wheeler: - - Don’t, Doc... I’m not even kidding. I have had enough God references to last me TWO lifetimes! I am so SICK of gods and messiahs... devils and demons! Fucking sick of it Doc. I tell you... I look forward to Breakdown.
Fawlty: Do you?
Wheeler: Yeah... I swear, I have hated Speed for so long. Oh, that’s the guy I’m facing this week. I already took out his leader, and when I beat him down, their damn religion dies. No one will EVER have to listen to their egos... again. No more deluded deities in SCW.
Fawlty: Never? Aren’t we being a little naive?
Wheeler: Ok... well it will certainly shut em up for a while. And THAT’S good enough for me.
Fawlty: Yeah? Well here’s hoping for the best.

The doctor tossed a packet to the Anti Hero. He had a gentle smile that stretched from ear to ear.

Fawlty: I... uh will leave you to it. You ... uh know what to do.
Wheeler: Yeah... thanks Doc.
Fawlty: I’m going to check on Demeter.
Wheeler: Yeah... please do.

The doctor left the Anti Hero to his thoughts, closing the door quietly. Wheeler’s thoughts were not of Demeter or the caller that had bothered him earlier... it was on Speed. The doctor had been right. Wheeler was being naive. What IF he defeated the Real Speed? What would it prove? And how long would it be before the next ‘Real Speed’ came to challenge him? And if Wheeler some how defeated him... what about the next one? Or the one after that?

He sighed to himself. Speed’s type were not a dying breed... Wheeler’s was. He wasn’t going to be able to keep this up forever... like his secrets, the Anti Hero was destined to fall.

Speed was immortal... Wheeler could beat him again... and again... and again, but he, or someone flying under his banner of arrogance, would just keep coming back. Once Wheeler fell... who would rise to take the torch?

Wheeler shook his head free of such thoughts. No way he was going to fall yet. Fuck that! He was still the Anti Hero... and he WAS the SCW Champion. Speed... was nothing but a carbon copy of his master. Deluded and pathetic... Like his master, Speed was under the demented vision that he was of deified nature. He saw himself not as a god... but as a Messiah... a Hardcore Messiah...

And like his master... the Real Speed was soon to meet a sad realization.

Speed was not perfect... he was lucky to be considered a man... and he most certainly could be defeated. He soon would be... by the man he hated most.

He fingered the blood packet, wanting more than anything to rip it open and consume its contents... and yet he couldn’t. He didn’t want to give in. He did not want to feed... not yet. He wanted to be starved of blood for Speed. He wanted to thirst for blood... and not just any blood. He wanted to hunger for the blood of the Real Speed.

The thought of being blood thirsty as he combated the halfwit Speed made him smile as he ripped open the packages contents over the nearest sink. With a small laugh, he turned the package upside down and watched as the blood trickled down into the drain.

As he watched the scene... Wheeler was struck with a stroke of genius. As he squeezed the remaining blood out, he picked up his cell phone and called his studio director. The call was picked up after a third ring.

Wheeler: Yeah, it’s me, Wheeler. Listen closely... I have a promo idea to put Speed in his place... Now here is what we are going to do...

The scene faded to that until all was black.

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Here's an intresting fact. The Galop poll, Barnup poll, every kind of poll you could look at. When it questions the morality of the church in America and the Morality of the people who claim to be lost in America. The polls find NO..DIFFERENCE. THOSE ARE STATISTICS!

We find that abortion in the church is just as prevlant in the world, we find that divorce is just as prevelant, we find that immorality that it is just as prevelant. We know here that youth are practicing immorality in our church, we know that youth are practicing drugs and coming to their youth seminars claiming to be christians. They are carnal christians.. and you my friend.. know that there are not carnal sins in Christianity. The bible claims so, and yet you miss the message. Just like the rest of the world, you day by day Wheeler prove that the Bible has always been wrong. That the book I once read in a run down hotel room, contemplating my life. Was not a life changing event. Was not a saving grace, or a shining light in my soul. But rather a detour. A detour to bring upon to this world something that they have never seen before. The ultimate power. The ultimate corrupter of the human soul. The Hardcore Messiah of SCW, me. That book didn't change my life, but as time went on and I saw you. I saw you praying for salvation, and yelling at your God for everything horrible ever done to you. I laughed.. I laughed because I knew you were mearly to weak to admit that everything that has ever gone wrong in your life. Was because of you. And that.. will never change.

For instance. Jesus indicates that one of the principal signs of being a Christian is that you walk the narrow way. You know what the general sign of being a Christian is in America? You prayed a prayer one time. Isn't that amazing? What are you asked if you doubt your salvation? Did you pray a prayer one time. Hell.. by those calculations. I'm as much of a Christian as you Jason. I'm as much of a God lover as the rest of the world. Have I prayed before? Yes. In my younger days, when I prayed for good fortune, when I prayed for a better life. And you know what happened? Nothing. No warmness in my heart, no good fortune bestowed upon me. So I denied God, I denied Jesus Christ. And yet here I stand. I have become everything that I once prayed for. I have become the symbol and icon of SCW itself, hell of the whole professional world. I have bestowed upon myself and my career a legacy of lies, deceit, and corruption. But I have gained the masses. I have gained the masses behind me, whether they hate me and boo me. Or whether they attend my church for fear of revenge. For fear of The Union. For fear that I will go after them, and destroy their very lives.

Your profession of faith is no proof that you're a born again because everybody in this country professes faith in Jesus Christ. The polls tell us that 65 to 70 percent of all Americans are saved, born again Christians. The most Godless country on the face of the earth. We kill 4,000 babies a day but, we bless God. We claim to be born again. How do you know that the faith you have is not false? Tell me Jason.. how the hell can you claim myself as a false prophet. How the hell can you claim Chad Evans as a false God. When you're own God himself.. is just as fake. When your own beliefs and faiths are torn down in front of your very eyes, and your soul is bared naked in front of the world to see.. what a sham you have become. A messenger for God? A servant? His minion? Or just another lier.. just another lier that goes to church on Sunday and sings a hymn?

Think about that Jason.. think about what you believe in. And then come and attack what I have built. Come and attack the sham that I expose in America today. What I do out there, preaching to the families. Preaching to those with nothing in their lives. Is just as rewarding as you're own Christian beliefs. I am not a sinner.. for there is no God to be sinned for. I have ascended to a higher ranking then even you could imagine, I have the masses held in the palm of my hand. Begging me, just begging me to save their lives. The Union.. my followers, believe in me. I am the mastermind behind the fasted growing cult and religion in todays society. And with my powers of healing, with my snake like tounge, I will control all of America and expose their flaws and idiocy. . While hiding my own. And through them, through their sins, flaws, and personal fears. I will control everything that I want. I will own human souls. I will lead them to do not their own bidding, our save their souls from temptation. But to do by bidding, to help me ascend to greater paths. And you Jason.. lie in that path. You lie in that path because you yourself have made a mockery out of what I started. You have made a mockery out of my Church of Chad, you have even destroyed it with your ways. With your view points, with your actions at Under Attack. But when it comes down it.. I can rebuild. I have rebuilt what is already mine, and now.. it's time for payback. I will dissolve your Church, I will show it for all of it's bullshit, and misinterpratation of the so called sacred bible. I will take your followers from you, and lead like them like sheep to myself. For I am their shepard.. I am their Saving Grace, their one true Savior in this world. I am the Messiah.. who speaks the truth. And that is something that no man, or woman.. will ever take away from me. Praise Me.. praise me like you praise Jesus Christ. Why? It's simple.. reason being, at the end of the day. We are both the same thing. False prophets.. with claim to Godlike status and association. The only difference, is how many people will slowly flock to me after I start performing miracles on national television.

--

Narrator- If you want to control the masses, you simply amaze them. You do things that no other human being can do. And if you want to control a large number of masses.. then you get a national television deal and go live in front of the entire world. Don't worry about how many people watch it. As long as they are impressed, the masses will follow. Thanks to the power of the internet, anything was possible. And when you had millions of dollars sitting around in cold hard cash, it was pretty easy to bribe a few people into being "saved" and "healed" by your touch and words alone. And that was the latest scheme by The Real Speed. His masses had taken a heavy hit after Under Attack but those who stayed loyal to him, were his true followers. That and the ones who wanted to leave, feared for their very lives. That's another thing, make them fear you. You'll get obidient slaves out of them that way. But as the cameras became setup in the rented out church, Speed was backstage hidden by a curtain. Tonight was an important night, it was the night that he became more then just The Messiah of Hardcore, more then just SCW's Extreme Champion. It was the night that he revealed his true powers. The power of healing another human being who devotes himself strickly to Speed's life. And once this went public.. people would line up around the block carrying their life savings just for a touch. Just for one soft spoken word.

How do you become a God overnight?

Simple.. give the people something they need. Tonight, a blind man would see again. A cripple would walk. And a mute man would speak again. And he would speak the name of Speed.. the man who had healed him. Each of them had recieved a million dollars in cash, a hefty price to pay. But one that could be made back in a matter of weeks.

Speed- Alright.. you all know you're lines. You all know what to act as. And you have all been paid. Tonight, you will be healed by my hands and voice. You will have demons cast out of your body, and ridden from your soul. And you will all become millionares. Sworn to never tell the world what really happened here tonight. Understood?

Narrator- The men lined up in front of Speed each nod their heads respectfully.

Speed- Then go get into position. The powers within me will.. heh.. seek out your tortured souls. Ha ha.. ha.. oh this is to good to be true.

Narrator- Speed walked off with a huge smile on his face as he headed towards his dressing room to get his robes on.

--

The Miracles of Speed

Narrator- The cameras were in position as the organ player started playing. The sounds of music echoed throughout the church as The Real Speed stepped out from behind a curtain. There was a fog machine creating the image of smoke behind him as he outstretched his arms. He was wearing his pure white robes tonight complete with a fake replica of the Popes traditional hat. Speed makes his way to the podium where he would be preaching as the organ music stops.

Speed- Welcome.. everyone. To another sermon from your Lord and Savior. The Real Speed.

Narrator- Slight claps from the audience as Speed holds up his hands to silenece them.

Speed- Tonight we are here, to rejoice from our sins. To rejoice from worshipping false idols and false ideology. We are here for a new start, a new begging. We are here because The Union is who we are, The Union is what we belong to. The Union is the one that keeps us safe from harm, and in the good graces of your holy one. Tonight, we will prove to the Nation that The Union is all powerful, and that those who join with us.. will be healed from their misfortunes in life. Tonight, I will show you the powers that run through me, as they command me to the tortured soul out there in our audience, and you will be awed as I heal them and give them a fresh start in life. All praise The Union....please rise for our opening prayer.

Narrator- The entire church rises as Speed turns to a random page in his bible. Everyone bows their heads as he begins to read and they recite after him.

Speed- I am not worthy of our God, Lord, and Savior. I am not worthy of his love, or of his care. Yet I will believe in him, and in return I will recieve what my heart desires. I will believe in our Lord and Savior as he blesses us with his many gifts of love, and I will cherish every moment of my life that he spends with me. He blesses my heart and my life, and fills it not with cold and damp promises, but with warmth and riches of gold. I will strive to defend his honor, and to preach his name to all of the non believers. For he is my shepard, and I am his sheep. I will do his bidding as asked, without questioning, and I will allow him to enter my life and change it for the better. He is all knowing, and I have been clouded in my judgement all of my life. He will fix me, for I am broken. He will love me, for I am loveless. And he will cherish me as his own, for he is my Father.. and The Union is my one and only family. Amen.

Narrator- As everyone said their amens and took a seat again, Speed walked away from the podium with a cordless microphone.

Speed- Tonight, I hold the power of healing. The power of healing with my very hands, and through my words. I'm sensing alot of doubt out here tonight, I'm sensing that not everyones belief in The Union is strong tonight. And to these people I say, you are wrong. You are wrong to doubt us, without seeing what we hold. You are wrong to question our motives and our prayers, without fully experiencing what we have to offer. And you are wrong to deny me as your Lord and Savior. You are here tonight because you are special. You are the select few in this world who have been outcasted, and ridiculed by other religions. You are the ones who are called sinners, liers, and those who will burn in the deepest pits of hell. But fear not my children, for just because you drink. You are not a sinner. Just because you like to smoke, and do drugs. Does not make you a sinner. And most importantly, just because you have no God to lay your faith into, does not make you a sinner. Rest your faith in me my children, and you shall reap my benefits of GLORY and POWER. You are here tonight because you have nobody else to turn to, BECAUSE YOU NEED ME, BECAUSE YOU WANT TO FEEL THE LIGHT TOUCH YOUR SKIN! BECAUSE YOU WANT TO EMBRACE ME AS YOUR OWN! And I will allow you to.. I will allow you to follow me as I walk through this diseased and tortured country, healing those who wish to be healed. And letting my words fall not onto deaf ears, but onto those who want to open their hearts to me and listen. I love you all like a family, and everyone here loves you like a family.

Narrator- Speed makes his way down the aisle as he spots his first payed off "cripple". The "mute" man who couldn't utter a single syllable was nodding his head as Speed closed in on him.

Speed- You my child.. tell these people your love for me.

Narrator- Speed pointed the microphone toward the supposed "mute" as the man acted out that he could not speak. By pointing at his mouth, and trying to give sign language signals to Speed, as to fool the rest of the audience.

Speed- My child, I sense the demons in you have taken your voice. They have taken the very voice that you want to rejoice with, the voice that you want to pray my name with. Is this true?

Narrator- The man nodded his head in approval towards Speeds words.

Speed- My child.. arise.. and I shall HEAL YOU, and DISPELL the CURSED DEMONS FROM WITHIN YOUR SOUL!

Narrator- The crowd cheers as the man stands up, and allows Speed to guide him into the aisle. Speed puts the microphone to his mouth as he places a hand on the mans head and starts muttering what is supposed to be a prayer.

Speed- Demons.. I sense you have taken this man to the dark side, I sense that you deny him his rights to freedom. I also sense that you are powerful, that you have been sent by the devils themselves to ruin this mans life. BUT I COMMAND YOU TO LEAVE HIS BODY. I COMMAND YOU TO GIVE ME MY CHILD BACK! FOR NO DEMON CAN TAKE A MANS WILL POWER FROM HIM! NO DEMON CAN DESTROY A MANS FAITH! I COMMAND YOU WITH THE POWERS THAT ARE BESTOWED UPON ME, TO LEAVE THIS MAN! IMMEDIATLY!

Narrator- With that, Speed shoves the man onto his back as he starts twitching around on the ground. The crowd gasps as Speed reassures him that the demons are leaving his body. Speed reaches out his hand to the man who pulls himself up again.

Speed- My son.. what is your name?

Narrator- The man grabs the microphone as he opens his mouth, and pretends to gasp for air as if he hasn't talked in years.

Man- My.. my...my name.. is.. Joseph.

Narrator- The crowd erupts in cheers as they all stand up to applaud Speed. Speed takes a simple bow as he holds up one hand to silence the crowd.

Speed- Thank you.. thank you. But our work is not yet. Who else needs the healing powers of Speed?

Narrator- The crowd erupts in some chaos as people start shouting random things, Speed holds his hand up again to silence them.

Speed- I would love to heal every single on of you.. you are my life. But we'd be here forever. So let the powers within me choose our next soul to be healed, saved, and rejoiced in the name of The Union.

Narrator- Speed closes his eyes as he starts to hum. Unknown to the audience is that his "special targetting powers" we're nothing more then him spotting the blind man from earlier. After all, it's pretty easy to spot someone in a crowd when they were a tall hat. Hey, the guys blind.. he doesn't know how tacky it looks on him. Ha. Anyways, Speed starts humming even louder as he opens up his eyes and makes his way over to the blind man.

Speed- My child.. the demons have infested your soul as well. I feel them, I feel their negativity in my church. My son, do you want me to HEAL THESE DEMONS from your body?

Narrator- Speed hands the microphone over to Daniel, which is the mans name. The man gropes around a bit before getting a handle on the microphone.

Danial- The demons have blinded me, they have blinded me from seeing your guiding light. Yes, heal me, and save me from their torment.

Narrator- Speed places his hand on Daniels head as he mutters a few made up words. With one quick thrust he pushes Daniel back into the crowd who catch him before he falls and lift him back up.

Speed- Can you see my son?

Daniel- I.. I can't. These demons are strong.

Speed- The demons are strong indeed, but they are no match for my powers.

Narrator- Speed places his hand back on Daniels head as he breaths in deeply and exhales before shouting at the top of his lungs.

Speed- I COMMAND YOU DEMONS! LET THIS MAN SEEEEEEEE! LET HIM SEE MY LIGHT! LET HIM SEE MY SHINING FACE SO THAT HE MAY REJOICE! REJOICE IN MY NAME! DEMONS BE GONEEEEE! I COMMAND THEE!

Narrator- Speed pushes back Daniel with more force as Daniels eyes fling open. The crowd pushes him back up as he looks around and starts touching peoples faces screaming about how he can see. The crowd again erupts into cheers as Speed takes in all of the credit. People are slapping him on the back, and singing his praises as he makes his way back into the aisle, where Mr.Crippled wheelchair man has wheeled himself out to as well. Speed looks at him before smiling.

Speed- And you my son.. you have come to me so that you may walk again?

Narrator- The man nods his head as Speed looks around at his audience.

Speed- Well then through the power of me, through your faith in me. You shall walk. Believe in me my friend, believe that you can walk.. and my powers will flow to you.

Narrator- The man tries to get out of the chair but ultimatly fails to do so. As it was all part of the act.

Speed- I SAID BELIEVE! BELIEVE IN ME AND DO NOT HOLD BACK! CAST THOSE DEMONS OUT OF YOUR BODY!

Narrator- The man tries again as he lifts himself a little bit out of his chair before collapsing back into it.

Speed- Everyone, help this man out. Help him believe. Sing my name in praises, believe with him. Support this man in his time of need, CAST THOSE DEMONS OUT!

Narrator- The crowd goes into an uproar as everyone starts cheering, and shouting encouragment to the man who is struggling really hard to get out of his chair. Speed walks over to him takes him by the hands, as he helps the man up.

Speed- I SAID BELIEVE IN THIS MAN! BELIEVE AND HE SHALL WALK AGAIN! HE SHALL WALK BY MY POWERS AND THROUGH YOUR BELIEF MY CHILDREN!

Narrator- The crowd starts shouting even louder and louder as the man finishes his act by popping out of the chair and stubbling towards Speed, before catching himself and looking around in amazement. He touches his legs as he takes a few steps and then falls down to his knees weeping. He begins kissing Speeds hand as he thanks him over and over.

Speed- And you see.. through my powers alone... I can heal the sick. I can heal your dying, I can cast any demon out of your body. To all those who did not believe before.. I ask you to challenge me. I ask you to challenge these men who had nothing left, but faith and belief in me. And then tell me.. that The Union is not where you belong. I leave you with this message here tonight. We will become stronger.. we will become a force to be reckoned with. And our numbers will soon grow. Spread the word, spread the word so that everyone may benefit from The Union. And to all the non believers.. just know, that you are enemies of The Union. That you are enemies because you do not believe in me, you do not believe in a man who can heal through his hands, who can heal through his words alone. But to those who have everlasting faith in me, realize that I will always have everlasting love for you. Praise your Lord and Savior, Speed. Amen my brothers and sisters.. amen.

Narrator- WIth that, Speed takes a bow as everyone claps loudly and cheers while saying their amens.

--

See.. it's that easy. It's that easy to manipulate the weak minded. Those with nothing in their lives, that NEED someone or something to believe in. These are the same people who claim abductions from aliens. These are the same people who pour over every fact and documentation on Government conspiracies. The same people who will believe that I actually healed those people last night. How nieve they are, so nieve that they would pay me a monthly fee just to worship me.

Hey, if the church can do it, so can I. Except I do it a bit more subtly. There's no collection plate being passed around. There's no charity even that I'm sponsering. There's just a bill that you recieve every month in the mail. And with it, you get a special token. Something as simple as a ring, or a button. Or even a sticker to wear. And you wear it to your weekly meetings, and healing seminars. Without it, you don't get in. When you have 5000 people and growing, it does become quite a task to send this shit out. But hey, when you got 5000 plus paying you a fee of 50 dollars a month.. you're laughing. Guarenteed income of a quarter million dollars.

So really.. what's 3 million dollars to spend on bribery for one night? It's nothing when you're The Real Speed. Now the only question is.. how to pull it off twice. Well see that's the easy part. As I said, these are the same morons who claim to have been abducted by aliens.. know how many people really are abducted per year? Zero. How many claim to be? Fuck if I know, probably in the millions. So you get someone coming up to you saying their sob story, giving you their money. You heal them, and as long as they have no real illness, they'll believe whatever you tell them. For example, I had this one kid come up to me. He had a gimped leg. Wanted me to heal it. Told the kid I couldn't do that, as it was his gift from me. Told him I made him special so that he would overcome more adversery in his life then any other person. And that he would one day become one of my favourite followers. Kid bought it hook line and sinker. On an adult, might not work. But fuck em, I'll make them fear me to the point that if anyone calls me a fraud. The rest of them will turn on that one soul.. and ruin his entire life.

Life is grand, isn't it? Manipulation, greed, bribery, and propoganda. The four secret ingrediants to ultimate control of America. Jason Wheeler.. you could only hope to do what I do. You could only hope that people listened when you speak. You could only hope to achieve the success and riches that I have gained. And this Breakdown, I will gain one more. I will gain the SCW Championship. And I will truely rule over SCW. I will control the Extreme side of SCW, and I will rule over The World Championship side of it. The other sides? Fuck em, I have very little care for the United States Championship or some piss poor Adrenaline Championship.

However.. our Goddess still has a price to pay. And when the time is right, she's going to get what's coming to her. Just like you will on Breakdown Jason. There is no hope for you, there is no divine intervention that can save you. It's just you.. versus the mastermind behind everything you see around you. And how can you fight an army? When you're just an army of one?

Two words Jason.. losing battle. One word to describe you.. Loser. It's that simple. It's that obvious. So come at me with everything you have. Tell the world how much of a lie I am. Let them know what type of dispicable human being I have become. Hell, tell them all the truth. Tell them all how I have manipulated and lied to them. I know it won't matter, simply because all ears are tuned onto my words.. and my words will always drown out the ones spewed forth from your mouth.

Your Messiah of Truth has spoken. And his ruling is simple. You will kneel before me, and you will admit what I already know. That there is not a damn thing in this world strong enough, powerful enough, or manipulative enough to stop me. And there never will be. Enjoy your reign for now Jason.. it ends in 6 more days.

-End Rp-

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