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| Asher Hayes vs. Shawn Alexander Cage; SCW Adrenaline Championship | |
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| Shawn Alexander Cage | Jul 10 2008, 08:05 PM Post #2 |
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[align=center] It's nearly five in the morning, and the sky is already beginning to brighten into a lighter shade of cyan, while the chirping of birds can be heard in the distance, as if to celebrate the promise of dawn's arrival. Shawn Cage takes a deep breath of the early morning air and listens to the sound of his footsteps echo down the empty streets of downtown Atlanta, GA, Site of Rise to Greatness.. He pauses, before letting the air out of his lungs in an extended sigh. He's always enjoyed this period of the day; he's always found pleasure in being outside during the period when the night is clearly at an end, but the day has yet to begin. Yet, as he makes his way toward the Starbucks Coffee Shop, located on Peachtree Street, Shawn isn't able to derive the same sense of peace, comfort, and security from being outside right now as he might under other circumstances. Truth be told, it's been several weeks since he's been able to feel anything that remotely resembles these sensations. Instead, he's been experiencing the dull, gnawing sense of impotent rage and frustration welling up inside of him, growing more apparent with each passing moment to the point where it can no longer be ignored due to the fact that these emotions are threatening to tear a hole in the lining of his stomach. God, he thinks, how long has it been since I actually slept!? It's been a while; he thinks...It's been a long while. Part of this, undoubtedly, can be attributed to the fact that, for the first time in over a year, Shawn Alexander Cage has won multiple matches in succession. Now, it would seem as though some members of the internet wrestling community were ready to write him off as a has-been, and to consign him to the dust-bin of history as they eagerly anticipate the ascension of whomever is their current flavor of the month, which this month it would appear that flavor is Asher Hayes. This guy has been everywhere lately, from being the bitch of Reckless, Helping Matt Hodges, to trying to lay out Shawn Alexander Cage and failing. These individuals would have you believe that Shawn Cage in no longer capable of scaling the ranks to the pinnacle of the industry in the same manner that he did so many months and years ago. In their eyes, it matters not that he recently produced a Adrenaline Title reign that set the standard for others to follow. It matters not that the Main Man acquitted himself rather well in all of the losses that he suffered, or that there were mitigating circumstances involved in those defeats. These people are now prepared to announce the demise of Shawn Alexander Cage, and proclaim the likes of Asher Hayes as being the future standard-bearer of the SCW. Normally, Shawn Cage could care less about the snide remarks made from a columnist; after all, he’s been written off on more than one occasion in the past, and has always been able to come back and prove his critics wrong. But, he has to admit that the short memory of those individuals who were once all too willing to call him the greatest wrestler who ever lived not too very long ago does annoy him, and shall continue to do so even after he proves their words to be mistaken. Still, this is only a small part of the reason why Shawn is having trouble sleeping at the moment. A greater part of this reason is due to the fact that Shawn is still feeling the residual effects of having Kassie Khane take a leave to go spend time with Captain Pencil Dick and family, the effects of not being happy with himself and being in the postion within this company that he feels he deserves or should be in, the effect of watching another one of thse up and coming stars trying to come and take away his lime light, and the effect of being in the middle of war between two friends trying to change who he is inside.. It's not that Shawn doesn't appreciate his friend's willingness to fight on his behalf, or try to point out his flaws; if anything the Main Man is grateful that he has friends who is actually willing to fight with everything that they got in order to honor their friendship. Nor does he mind Chris Talon trying to light that fire under his ass again, he's more than earned his right to do so. And, he's certain that Talon and Money both are better friends that Asher Hayes could ever hope to have during the course of his increasingly miserable life. But, while the Main Man will admit that there is a certain symmatry of this situation to the time last year, when he was doing his best to honor the promise that he made to the injured Jiriaya to avenge his honor, there's one critical difference between those two situations. In this case, Shawn Alexander Cage hasn't been rendered comatose, nor has been been physically battered to the point where he can no longer act on his own behalf. He's perfectly capable of fighting this battle for himself, and he knows that, if he gets the chance, he can make Asher Hayes pay dearly for the mistake of wanting to step in the ring with the Main Man, he'll pay with his career and maybe even his life. Alas, he has yet to be given, or find the means to create, the opportunity needed to make this happen. And that, more than anything, is probably the reason why Shawn Cage has lost so much sleep over the past couple of weeks. Shawn closes his eyes, and relives the same vision that he's been experiencing whenver he attempts to get some much needed shut-eye. Every night for the past couple of weeks, he sees a dark, inky cloud of blackness rolling inexorably toward him, but the fact that he sees the same cloud that he thought he had banished so many months ago isn't the thing that really disturbs him about this vision. No, the thing that really bothers him is the fact that, every night, this cloud inevitably coalesces into a blurred reflection of his own body that gazes at him through cold, emotionless eyes, and asks him the following question in an impassive, even tone of voice: "Don't you think that it's time that everyone understands who Shawn Alexander Cage really is, Shawn?" Shawn Cage has spent day after day considering that question. And, as he enters the coffee shop, and makes his way toward the front counter, he finds himself wondering if he has it in himself to give his response. Shawn Alexander Cage: (under his breath) What the fuck am I going to do? ???: Grab a coffee, maybe? Shawn's reverie is broken by the sound of the voice behind him, and he whirls around the see the figure of Teddy Money standing behind him, regarding him through hollow, bloodshot eyes that display more than a hint of concern. Teddy: Want to talk about it, Shawn? Shawn Alexander Cage: I didn't think that you cared, Teddy. After all, our last conversation wasn't exactly the most pleasant that we had. Teddy: (letting out a sigh) No...No it wasn't. But, I think I might be as much to blame for that as anyone. You're still a friend of mine, Shawn....and friends talk to one another about what's troubling them. So...want to talk about it? Shawn Alexander Cage: I...Yeah. Yeah, I think that I do.. It's time to let it all out.. The two men make their way into the coffee shop, and each man orders an extra-large double-double before they take their seats and sip their coffees in silence. This silence seems to stretch on for hours as neither man seems certain, or willing to break it, until Teddy takes a deep breath, before letting it out in a slight chuckle. Teddy: You look like shit, Shawn. Shawn Alexander Cage: (with a slight smile) Nice to see you too, Teddy. Teddy: (shaking his head as he sips his coffee) So...want to tell me what's going on? I mean, I know that you're upset about...about Kassie Khane being gone for a while and facing Asher Hayes... Shawn Alexander Cage: (feeling his eyes narrow, ignoring the comment about Kassie for now) "Upset" doesn't begin to describe how I feel, Teddy, and you damned well know it! I am more than upset...I am angered beyond belief! And, when I get the chance, I am going to take out the anger by ramming my fists repeatedly down Asher's throat until such time as I can grab his intestines...forcibly remove them from his body...and then use them to hang his miserable god damned carcass from the top of the nearest elevated surface that I can find! *Voice drops to a low, threatening whisper* And, rest assured, Teddy, that Kassie...the woman that you so casually referred to as a "Cheating Whore"...will do the exact same thing to Rachel Foxx if she gets in my way. Shawn watches the color drain from Teddy's face as he stares at him, and feels the anger and frustration that he feels pulsating inside of him, and hears the same question being asked of him once again. Teddy seems to sense this anger as well, for he quickly stands up, and takes a couple of steps backward. Teddy: I...Look, I was way out of line to refer Kassie Khane in that manner, and I'm sorry about that...I really am. But...But...I don't think that it really is a good time to talk to you, right now, Shawn. I.... Shawn takes a deep breath to force the anger down, and takes a moment to soften his features, and smooth them to stillness as he addresses the man that he considers one of his better friends. Shawn Alexander Cage: Teddy...I'm sorry. I...I don't mean to take out my anger on you. Please...sit down...I..I really do need to talk. Shawn watches Teddy stare down at him for a moment with a mixture of trepidation and sympathy in those lost eyes of his, before taking his seat once more. The two remain quiet for another extended moment; Shawn takes a deep breath and then stares Teddy directly in the eye before breaking the silence. Shawn Alexander Cage: You remember when we first met, Teddy? Teddy: (nodding) Like it happened five seconds ago. I remember seeing this young, skinny, long-haired kid who could barely say more than two words to anyone standing in front of me, and I was like "What the hell does everyone see in this guy?" And, you know as well as I do that Linda felt the same way. But, then you looked me directly in the eye, and gave me the firmest handshake possible when I offered my hand, and, in that moment, I realized that there was more to you than I initially thought. I think that's why I went out of my way to make you feel at home, and as comfortable as I possibly could. Shawn Alexander Cage: Yeah, I remember that, and I remember how good that it made me feel. I remember feeling like an actual human being for in that moment, rather than...rather than... Teddy: (staring intently at his counterpart) Rather than what, Shawn? Shawn Alexander Cage: (after a pause) Well, in the couple of months prior to point when I started to date Alexis, I had been out on the street. Things kind of went sideways all at once, what with the death of my father, and the fact that the Company that I was Wrestling for went bankrupt within the same week. So, I was basically left without a source of income...or a place to sleep, really... Teddy: That had to have been rough... Shawn Alexander Cage: Yeah...it was...but not necessarily for the reasons that you think, Teddy. It wasn't the fact that I basically survived without sleep for a period of two months, or scrambled like hell just to get to where I needed to be going, and to keep myself fed as best as I could. Most of the time, I could focus upon getting from Point A to Point B without too much difficulty. In fact, I kind of came to view every step that I took as something of a triumph, because that meant that I had overcome the desire that I felt at some points to throw myself in front of the nearest truck that came my way. No...that really wasn't what bothered me about that experience.... What really bothered me was the fact that I really didn’t feel like...like I existed during that time, and it felt like no one else knew that I existed, either. I was simply another skinny little wraith that could be ignored as I walked down the street, and, in many ways, I found myself being just as ignorant of my own identity as they were. I...I was a walking ghost, Teddy. And, I continued to feel that way until I met you and Alexis. I...I think that was the point when I finally decided that I was ready to rejoin the land of the living. And, when I did, I swore to myself that I would never again feel the way I did during the period when I was homeless. *shakes head* The thing is, Teddy...that's precisely the way that I feel at the moment. And, that's why, as you so eloquently put it, "look like shit". Teddy: (going wide-eyed) But...why? I mean, it's not like you're homeless, anymore, Shawn. You're making damned good money. Plus, you've got a drop-dead gorgeous woman who obviously loves the hell out of you, and a really good friend in Chris Talon who is willing to do whatever it takes to see that Asher Hayes or anyone else for that matter pays for the sins that they may have committed against you. Shawn Alexander Cage: True...but, the thing is, Teddy...I should be the one to address the issues that Asher Hayes seems to have against me. I should be the one to make him pay- with copious amounts of his own blood, for thinking himself to be bigger than me.. The Main Man. That's the only way that I'll be able to regain the sense of identity that I lost when Asher Hayes took it upon himself to misrepresent himself, and to try and gain the upper hand over me, he just wants my Championship and I be damned if I'm going to just lay here and let him take it from me. Until that happens...no one will really know who I am, or, what I am capable of doing when I am this fucking angry.. Teddy: (shaking his head) Honest to God, Shawn...You've always been intense...but...but...I don't think that I've ever seen you like...like...this! Is this...is this really who you are!? Shawn Alexander Cage: It's a part of who I am, and it's a facet of my personality that has always been in existence. People seem to think that I have some how lost my edge, now that the fans have decided to lend their support against me, and now that they realize that I am, indeed, loyal to those that I consider to be my friends. But, if they honestly think that's the case, then they're soon going to realize that they are sadly mistaken. Let us take the opponent that I'm scheduled to face at Rise to Greatness. Asher Hayes has gone on record as saying that I've created a "false reality" for myself, when, in actual fact, it is he who has done his level best to exaggerate the significance of the improvement that he's made over the past few weeks, and the significance of his so-called accomplishments. Really, over the course of the past three weeks, all that he's managed to do is to pull a spectacular defeat to the likes of Reckless, he managed to win by DQ over Greg Cherry, Asher relys upon the distraction that yours truly provided in order to defeat Daniel Ackart, and then allow himself to be carried to victory because he just couldn't get the job done, I mean.. Cherry had to get himself Disqualified for Asher to even beat him. If Asher considers that to be momentum, then I shudder to think of what he considers to be a lack of monentum, I mean look at me.. since I've defeated Reckless at Taking Hold of the Flame, I've defeated any and all comers.. Jay Gold.. Dillusion.. Daniel Ackart.. Teddy: Well, maybe Asher wants to be just like you? Shawn Alexander Cage: Doesn't shock me, for as much as Asher Hayes annoys me, and for all the times that he has uttered veiled threats and snide comments in my direction, and for all the times that he has attempted to make a name for himself at my expense, I still hold him in higher regard than the insipid, egotistical idiot that is Jason Wheeler. There is no hope of redemption for Asher Hayes now...there is only the promise of his complete and utter humiliation at my hands when I go about the business of making him realize that a suave exterior and a series of self-aggrandizing statements will do him little service once he steps inside the ring against yours truly. But, unlike Greg Cherry, I was actually aware of the opinion that there might have been hope for the man who currently goes by the name Asher Hayes. I thought- for a moment, anyway- that Asher might be willing to improve himself, and to rid himself of the sense of entitlement that seems so prevalent in the members of this federation. But...I'm still not convinced of this...and it's going to take much more than a simple "thank you" to do this. No, in order for him to have a hope of convincing me that he might actually have changed for the better, he's going to have to remain focused upon improving himself not only when things are going well inside the ring, but also when they go poorly. And, make no mistake, Teddy things will go poorly for Asher Hayes once he steps inside the ring against me at Rise to Greatness. I am not prepared, nor am I willing, to lose another big and important match during my career here in SCW. And, I certainly am not prepared to lose against a man, who, as far as I can tell, is the same lumbering, slack-jawed, serial-name-changer that he's always been. That individual managed to defeat me, and defeated me in a comprehensive fashion, the last time we met inside the squared circle, and I have no reason to believe that the result will be far from the same at Rise to Greatness. The match may very well be more competitive...but the result will not be the same, Asher Hayes is not going to take my Adrenaline Championship So, if Asher Hayes really wishes to convince me that he's changed, that he can be a threat, he'll stand up after I defeat him in ring center, and then he'll look me in the eye, and he'll acknowledge that he has much to learn before he can scale the ranks to the top of the industry. He has much to learn about who he really is...and even more to learn about who I am, too.. He may have a great future in store.. but I won't be a stepping stone for him. Shawn leans back in his chair, and stares at Teddy, who is staring sadly into his half-finished cup of coffee. All at once, it occurs to Shawn that his friend's skin is the shade of faded papyrus, and that his cheeks are sunken. He really doesn't look good, Shawn thinks to himself. He really doesn't look good at all. Shawn Alexander Cage: Teddy? Are you OK? Teddy: Huh? What? Oh...yeah. I...I hope that you can make people understand who you really are, Shawn. And, I hope that you can find a way to do so sooner rather than later. Something in Teddy's tone of voice causes Shawn's stomach to drop, and he finishes off the rest of his coffee in order to alleviated the parched, dry sensation that he suddenly feels in the back of this throat. Shawn Alexander Cage: Teddy...I...Is something wrong? The Main Man watches his friend look directly at him, with eyes as sad as any that he's even seen. Teddy: They...they found a lump in my stomach...and I guess it's spread to....The doctor said that they don't think that they can operate...that too much damage will be done if they do... Shawn Alexander Cage: (blinking in order to fight back the tears are beginning to form in his eyes) Shit.... Teddy: (with a sadden smile) Yeah...that's what I said.. Shawn Alexander Cage: How....Do you know how much time... is left? Teddy: (shrugging) Could be weeks....maybe a few months, if I'm lucky. I guess you're not the only person who knows what it's like to be a walking ghost... *Expression turns deadly serious* That's why I was so freaked out by this whole thing that is going on between Kassie Khane and You, I don't want to see you hurt the same way Alexis did... Kassie....she's going to need someone to take care of her...to watch her back. And, you're going to need to come to terms with who you really are in order to make certain that someone does have her back. Can you...can you do this for me, Shawn? Shawn Alexander Cage: (with a heavy sigh) I...I'm going to do everything I can to make certain that everyone knows who I am, going forward, Teddy. But...but...in doing so, that may well mean that Kassie is hurt beyond repair, as she watches the man she considered her project annihilate the man she considers to be... I can't...I can't promise...I'm sorry, Teddy...I hope you understand.. Shawn Alexander Cage watches something flash in the eyes of his friend. It could be anger...it could be sympathy...it could be anguish...It could be all of those things. But, as soon as it appears, it's gone, replaced by a dull, lifeless gaze as Teddy gives a desultory nod in response. Teddy: I guess I do, Shawn. I guess I do. Shawn watches Teddy climb slowly to his feet and toss his empty cup into the trash bin as he slowly begins to back away. Teddy: You take care of yourself, OK, Shawn? Shawn Alexander Cage: You do the same, Teddy. Shawn Alexander Cage watches through bleary eyes as his friend shuffles toward the exit and into the early morning without saying another word. Shawn Alexander Cage: (whispering) You do the same.. Old Friend.. You do the same.. Shawn Alexander Cage closes his eyes to blink back some more tears that have formed, and sees that inkly black cloud rolling toward him. In the back of his mind, he hears that question being asked of him, over and over again... "Don't you think that it's time that everyone understands who Shawn Alexander Cage really is, Shawn?" Yes... Yes, it really IS just about time for everyone to understand who Shawn Alexander Cage actually is. He owes it to himself to make Asher Hayes fully aware of who he really is... He owes it to himself to turn a man back into a little boy at Rise to Greatness. He owes it to himself to make certain these things happen... He owes it to himself... and he owes it to the ghost that just walked out the door.. [/align] |
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| Asher_Hayes | Jul 11 2008, 12:08 AM Post #3 |
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The following begins after Breakdown 7-9-08 [align=center] So the heroes stood, looking triumphantly at the end of Breakdown. Daniel and I were still standing. Does that matter? Of course not! As long as whining little bitches like Greg Cherry and desperate fools like Shawn Alexander Cage look good, it's OK. I told Greg he couldn’t keep me down and did he? No! He hit me with that chair and I fell. I got back up and I went right back at him. I know Greg is Oley's golden boy; much like Xander is, but that shit fuels me to be better than them. And I proved that I was. I pinned Xander one, two, three. Greg got himself disqualified because he knew I had him beat. He talked to me about being afraid when he was the one who used a steel chair. But now my sights are set, fully focused on my rival, the man who has what I want. I am talking about Shawn Alexander Cage. He has the SCW Adrenaline Championship. It is time that I took it off of his hands. He has held it for too long and he hasn’t truly defended it against anyone who matters. James Exeter? That was a laugh riot if you ask me. And Reckless? I took pity on the man, and that’s how he beat me. But none of that matters now. It has come down to Shawn and I. It is the match the world has been waiting to see come out of the Adrenaline division. I came into the SCW and I said I wanted the Adrenaline Championship and here is my opportunity. An opportunity I have fought for months to have. I guess Oley wanted to have the best match on the biggest show of the year. This year will be my first ever Rise to Greatness and I am ready to prove myself, to be seen as an immortal here in the SCW. This year, when Shawn places his title on the line, I will tear him a part. He will fall down the ladder, while I rise…to greatness… - - - - - - - - - - - The scene opens as Asher Hayes is shown standing in front of his television set, arms crossed, eyes to the screen. It is early morning and no one else is awake. Asher stands there, half asleep himself, just listening to what appears to be some sort of pay per view show, promoting Rise to Greatness. He listens as they talk about a few of the big matches, the SCW Tag Team Championship match with Josh Hudson and Glacier competing against the current champions, Dillusion and M.V. He then hears the hype surrounding the first ever meeting between Chad Evans and Xander Valentine. Asher yawns hearing Xander's name. He then snaps back to attention when he hears mention of his match against Shawn Alexander Cage. Commentator #1-Yeah, up next we have a match you could say is sort of a dream match for the SCW's adrenaline division. That's right I am talking about Shawn Alexander Cage, putting his title, the Adrenaline Championship up against Asher Hayes. Asher thinks to himself, Thank you, thank you Commentator #2-Yes, Asher Hayes has made quite a name for himself rather quickly in the SCW, since his debut back in April I believe. He has been pulling out some rather impressive wins in the last month or two, beating Xander Valentine, a man no one thought could be beaten and then he pinned the SCW Champion Brian Kinney, whom we will get to later in this broadcast. He has added Sarah Punche, a former Adrenaline Champion to his list of victims… Commentator #1-Not to mention he picked up a disqualification win over Greg Cherry on last night's edition of SCW Breakdown. The kid seems to be on a roll something fierce. You have to wonder if Shawn Alexander Cage is worried about losing his grip on his title? Asher thinks to himself again, That chump better be… Commentator #2-Now, don’t count Shawn Cage out just yet. The man just beat Daniel Ackhart, Asher's associate in Bad Company last night. And the week before that he beat Dillusion and the week before that he beat Jay Gold. Gold is considered something of a legend in the SCW and he and Dillusion are both former world champions. Shawn has been on as big of a roll as Asher has, if not bigger. Fire that son of a bitch!!! Commentator #1-Well, it is surely going to be a classic nonetheless. These two men have been at each other's throats for the last few weeks. Asher has wanted a shot at the Adrenaline title ever since he beat Shawn a few months ago. Both men want this and both men will get it. It will be a fight until the bitter end, because I don’t believe either man will stop until the other is beaten unconscious. Commentator #2-That may be what it takes. Either way it goes down, you can bet your ass I'll be there to see it. Remember it is live on pay per view… Asher cuts the television off. He finds a seat on the couch, still with his arms crossed, he stares into the darkness of his living room. He smirks a little bit before beginning to think to himself. So God, this is it. The biggest test of them all. Rise to Greatness, the Adrenaline title is on the line. I claimed winning it, holding it high above my head was my birthright. Are You going to try and prove me wrong? Of course You are, so I don’t expect any sort of answer, except when match time rolls around. Just know I am going to fight with every ounce of my being when that bell rings, God. I am out to prove You wrong once again. Shawn will be another Xander. He will be another Brian Kinney. I will compare him to Sarah and Greg, because all of them have lost to me, leading up to my match against Shawn, for the Adrenaline title and their losses have been in spite of You. If Shawn suffers, if his heart fails, because I take too much out him, blame Yourself God. You will be held responsible, not me. You started this whole thing and I will be the one to end it. In the end, one of us will have to wave the white flag and God, it will be Shawn. It will be You. - - - - - - - - - - - "So where were you guys?" Asher can be seen pacing back and forth, talking on his phone. He is talking to Steve and Rex. He is pissed about being hit with a chair and having to fight Greg off by himself. Asher-Seriously, what the fuck was up with that? I thought you guys were going to be there. I was waiting for some sort of help and you know what happened? NOTHING! I ended up having to waste valuable energy fighting Greg off all alone. That is not cool. It is bullshit and you guys know what. So where were you? Rex-We were going to be there, but apparently from what we were told, plans changed. So we just stayed home and played cards like we normally do. Asher-Wait…what do you mean plans changed? I didn’t change any plans for you. I wanted you guys there, watching my back. Who told you plans were changed? Rex-We got a call from somebody. The voice was familiar, we just couldn’t place it. He told us that you and Felix had it under control and that we didn’t need to worry. So we took that advice and played cards like I said. Asher-So it was a voice, you didn’t fully recognize. You listened to a voice on the telephone; not knowing who it belonged to? Are you kidding me? Are you guys that fucking mental? You must be. Rex-Hey man, we're sorry. Asher-You guys didn’t think to call me or Felix to check up on that shit? Rex-No, no we didn’t. We wanted a night off anyway and we thought, why the fuck not, you know what I'm saying? Asher-A night off? Rex!!! You haven’t even started yet! I don’t know if I am injured or not from that chair shot. Well, you better start thinking a little more clearly if shit like that happens again. Hell, better yet, start thinking clearly now and try to figure out who that voice belonged to. I don’t need anyone trying to fuck with my career. I already got God coming after me. I don’t need much more. Rex-Alright, alright Asher, we will see what we can come up with. But right we are going to go play cards. HAHA! Asher-I really hate you guys. Asher hangs up the phone and continues to pace, beginning to think to himself once again. Somebody is coming after me. Maybe it was Shawn. Maybe he knew what I had planned. No, no, he isn’t that intelligent. Who else could it be? I know it was somebody God sent after me because the bastard doesn’t want me to win the Adrenaline title. Well He can cut that shit out right now, because I will become Adrenaline Champion. I don’t need His blessings to do it either. If He wants to play hard ball, then let's play… - - - - - - - - - - - "Was it you that told Rex and Steve not to show up?" The scene reopens with Asher Hayes sitting in front of a cross. He is sitting in the church he got from some old man a few weeks back, he had Gloria pay him with a blow job, which seemed to do the trick. Asher stares at the cross, holding a statue of Jesus Christ. Asher-Was it You? Did Your Father tell You to interfere? If He did, just tell me and I'll consider not punishing You seeing how You were punished long, long ago, way before I was even thought of being this great. Asher continues to glare at the statue, as if he were expecting it to respond. He knew better though. Asher stands up and walks up the altar steps and stands a few inches away from the statue. Asher-So You're not willing to cooperate. I see. You want to stay loyal to that bitch of a Father of Yours. I guess I can understand. I try to remain loyal to my friends and what little bit of a family I have. But when someone tries to fuck with my career, my financial well being, I tend to stop caring about loyalty. When that happens, it is just a word. You can understand right? I mean, You were betrayed. Sucks doesn’t it? You can sit up there, not saying a word, not showing me a sign or anything of that nature. I care not. I will take it out on the people who walk this Earth, those who walk in front of me. Shawn Alexander Cage! Does that name ring a bell? Asher begins to pace back and forth across the altar, hands in his pockets, head up, mind fully focused as he continues to speak. Asher-Shawn Alexander Cage is my opponent in the biggest match of my career on the biggest stage of them all. I am sure You've heard of it…Rise to Greatness. Yeah, it's bigger than Heaven…don’t get pissed, it's one of those things that happen. But he has all of a sudden, he is hearing cheers from the fans, they see him as a hero. I see him as a target." Asher pulls a lighter out of his jeans pocket. He walks around the altar, lighting candles before stopping in the middle of the circle of candles and he continues to speak. Asher-He is seen as a hero, much like You are now. But heroes die out. They are destined to fail. I would say that it sucks but it doesn’t. You got betrayed by someone You held close to you. I was betrayed by the fans, the people I hoped would recognize me and give me credit and cheer me, but that didn’t happen. And Shawn's changed faces, since the fans boo me all to Hell and back, which is perfectly fine with me. It makes it that much sweeter. He is the hero, I am the villain. It is good versus evil, the way it has always been. I am sure You and Your Father are cheering for Shawn, hoping he overcomes me, but that will not be the case. You see, Shawn will be punished. He will be beaten like nothing the world has imagined possible. He will be a casualty of the war I have raging on with Your Father. He wants to single me out and try to ruin me. Well, I will destroy those who He created and those who He places in my path. I will defeat Shawn and I will become Adrenaline Champion, because I am destined to… Asher begins blowing out the candles. Asher-Rise… He blows out another one. Asher-To… He blows out the last one and the scene gets consumed in darkness, as Asher speaks once more. Asher (whispering)-Greatness… [/B][/align] |
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| Shawn Alexander Cage | Jul 11 2008, 02:16 AM Post #4 |
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OOC: Fixed a color coding error.. [align=center]It's been raining non-stop lately here in Atlanta, GA.. It didn't seem to start till after Teddy Money had pretty much told the person who had looked up to him as a father figure that he was dying, and it's gotten to the point where one can't walk outside for more than three or four seconds at a time without becoming completely drenched. Shawn Cage, of course, has been walking outdoors for longer than that period of time, and by now every article of clothing that he has on his person...from his black baggy like jeans, to his leather jacket, to his newly released "Adrenaline: The Shawn Cage Experience" t-shirt, is thoroughly water-logged. Yet, Shawn takes no real notice of the feeling of moisture in or around him, or the fact that he's beginning to shiver as the water in his clothing begins to seep into every pore of his skin. In fact, he'd much rather be outside at the moment, for this is the type of evening that suits his current mood...and he'd much rather be out in the middle of it than spend another night at home, wondering what the hell happened has happened to all of the mighty Superstars that haven fallen before him in the past few weeks. Cage shakes his head as he walks down the length of Howell Mill Road toward Bacchanalia- a elegant restaurant that is considered one of Atlanta's – perhaps even the South's – finest and is a superb setting for romantic, intimate dinners, special occasions and celebrations.. Even though Shawn wasn't in the mood for any type of celebrations after what he was informed of hours ago.. Really, it wasn't the fact that he could very well lose the SCW Adrenaline Championship to Asher Hayes that reduced him to a nearly catatonic state. After all, he never really bought into the notion that some observers had about becoming unbeatable. In fact, he had the feeling going into this match that he wasn't going to surrend the SCW Adrenaline Championship to the likes of someone who appears to be more at war with God then the current champion; and it became apparent throughout the course of last week's encounter that Asher had indeed progressed in terms of talent to get his ass kicked in the middle of the ring infront of "God" and everyone, and it was getting to the point where Shawn would be able to overcome even the sternest challenge that Asher could provide. Still, he should have been able to take pride in the fact that he he is going to fight like fucking hell to defend his title, and that it is going to take a truly inspired effort on the part of Asher Hayes to dethrone him in a contest that some are already calling an early contender for Match of the Year. He should have been able to feel proud of the fact that he is going to walk into Rise to Greatness and defeat a person who he considered didn't even deserve the title shot, but yet has some how found his way into the biggest stage of them all against Shawn Alexander Cage.. So what, the man recently beat Greg Cherry.. Who the hell hasn't? But, Shawn Cage doesn't feel a sense of pride.... Instead, he only feels a sense of loss, he was losing a person he always looked up to for words of wisdom, a friend, and more importantly the person that was always there for him through everything. For, as he sat against the ropes shortly after the match with Daniel Ackart had concluded, and stared into the eyes of the man who he had just defeated, he came to realize something that made him feel about as sad as he's ever felt in his life. In that moment, he came to realize that the man that he had just faced in that ring was gone...that his soul had been corrupted to the point where it was no longer recognizable as that of the man that went by the name of Daniel Ackart. Asher Hayes is going to no longer exist after Rise to Greatness. It would seem, as well, that everything Asher Hayes stands for is going to cease to exist after Rise to Greatness, He can blame God, Jesus Christ, Satan, Micheal Jackson, Brett Farve, and the entire cast of Saturday Night Live.. But it won't change the fact that Asher Hayes will defeat himself and then be defeated by Shawn Alexander Cage. Shawn tried his hardness to keep the person he really is locked away deep down inside, but it slowly came out at Taking Hold of the Flame, and has slowly escaped the weeks following.. In the end, he failed. Asher Hayes is dead. His career is certain to follow, And, his death will mark the passing of The Savior of the SCW. It's been a bitter pill for Shawn to swallow, and it's taken the better part of the past week for him to really be able to make the attempt to digest this. But, now, after spending the last few hours mourning the soon to be death of his friend, Shawn finally feels as though he has to come to terms with the person he needs to be. So, tonight, he has willed himself to leave the security of his home, and is forcing himself to face the loss by going to an establishment that to get a decent meal for once, as Shawn hasn't ate much of anything in the past few days. Taking a deep breath, he enters Bacchanalia, and, after making his way to the far corner booth and plopping down into the chair, takes a moment to scan his surroundings. It's an extremely slow night, and, at the moment, there are only two other people in the establishment. There's the petit brunette waitress who goes by the name of Rosiland, who wears the same stone-faced mask that all waitresses in late-night restaurants tend to don in order to deal with the multitude of drunken assholes that frequent such places. Shawn feels a bit gratified, though, to note that her expression softens as she recognizes him and makes her way over to wear he sits. Rosiland: (with a pleasant smile) Heya, Shawn. What can I get ya? Shawn Cage: A pint of Guinness, I guess... Rosiland: Coming right up, champ. Before Shawn can issue any reply, Ros makes her way over to the bar, and talks quietly to Joe Callahan, the aging, stoic, leather-faced gentleman who has been tending the bar ever since the dawn of time. After a couple of moments, Joe's lips twich in an upwads direction, and he gives the waitress the slightest of nods before pouring off the pint of ale, and handing it to her. Shawn then watches her skip back toward him, with a smile that's even wider and more pleasant than the one that initially greeted him. Rosiland: On the house, Shawn. We saw ya last week...and you did good. You did really good. You've managed to get quite the winning streak going... Shawn Cage: (letting out a rueful chuckle) Not good enough, it seems... Rosiland: You're doing fine, Shawn. You managed to knock down some big names...*mouth curls into a sneer*...And, anyone with half a fucking brain would have realized that, and given you credit where it was due. Shawn takes a sip of the beer in order to avoid making any sort of reply to this veiled jab at the woman he used to fuck nightly close to a decade ago. But, Shawn doesn't really want to think about that at the moment, so he simply takes another sip and forces himself to smile in the direction of the waitress. Shawn Cage: Thanks for the beer, Ros. Thankfully, Rosiland takes the hint, and simply shrugs her as she lays a friendly hand on his arm. Rosiland: No problem. Let me know when you want another, OK? In the meantime, I'm going to go grab a smoke...It's been dead all night here, and with this crappy weather that we're having, I don't think we'll be having many more cust- At that very moment, the front door opens, announcing the arrival of a stocky, barrel-chested man in his early sixties. This particular gentleman seems rather the worse for wear right now; the clothes are rumpled, the eyes are glassy and blood-shot, and his skin has the jaundiced quality of faded wallpaper. Rosiland and Shawn watch him weave slightly toward the bar, and then mumble a greeting toward the ancient bartender, who simply stares at him with that blank stare that he's perfected over the years before pouring off a small glass of draught. Rosiland: Fuck. Shawn Cage: (under his breath) My sentiments exactly. Shawn recognizes this person, of course. He recognizes that determined stare, and the take-no-shit demeanor that he exudes even during times like this, when it seems like he's hell-bent to drink as much alcohol as humanly possible. And, Shawn sure as hell recognizes that reproachful stare that the older man levels toward him when he finally notices his presence in the restaurant. Rosiland: (inhaling deeply) We can keep Teddy occupied, if you want, Shawn... Shawn Cage: (letting out a sigh) It's cool, Ros. We were going to have to talk sooner or later...now's as good a time as any. Rosiland: All right. We'll be over there if you need us. He's known Teddy Money for years and years, ever since Alexis invited him over for dinner one evening to meet her parents. Alexis' mother barely said two words to him throughout the course of the entire night; but her father spent the evening chatting with him about boxing and played pool, and generally made him feel like an actual human being. In many ways, he was as much of a friend to Shawn as Alexis used to be... but, something tells the Main Man that this friendship is about to be tested- and, after the events of last week, he's not at all certain that he's got it in him to make certain that it survives this particular trial. Still, he owes it to himself and to Ted to at least talk about what went down only hours ago...It's really the least that he can do right now. So, Shawn simply nods his head in Teddy's direction, and smooths his face to stillness as he watches Ted walk toward him with that angry expression still firmly implanted upon his features. Teddy: Well, well, well...if it isn't...*hic*...isn't Shawn Cage... again.. for the second time in one day.. we meet again.. Shawn Cage: Hello Teddy, have a seat if you'd like. Teddy: (suppressing a sneer) Why, that's...that's very kind of you, sir... Shawn feels his muscles begin to tense, and takes a deep breath in order to help him relax. Shawn Cage: Teddy, I know that- Teddy: You know what, Shawn!? You know that I'm upset!? You know that...*hic*...that.. I'm going to die soon.. I'm going to leave this earth.. *hic* You don't know shit! And, makes this worse is that I don't know any more than you do! I really...I really want to know what the hell is going on, Shawn! I want to know exactly what you, and that crazy whore that you're shacking up with.. The Main Man feels his hands clench into fists, and levels a nasty glare in Teddy's direction Shawn Cage: (as his eyes narrow) Teddy, I consider you to be a friend, and that is the only reason why you're still conscious at the moment. But, know this...that "crazy whore" has more capacity to love in one single, solitary molecule than your daughter has in her entire body! That "crazy whore" has never had a problem with loving me without attaching any number of conditions, and that "crazy whore" sure as hell has never deceived anyone about who she really is! Teddy: I don't...I don't have to listen to this...this...this my daughter that you're talking about.. Alexis did everyth... Now it's Teddy's turn to flush red red with anger as he stand up and stares down at the current SCW Adrenaline Champion. Shawn Cage: Oh, but you do have to listen, Teddy! You decided to ask the question...and you will extend me the courtesy of staying quiet while I provide my answer. So, if you would please be so kind...have a seat.. I know you're fucking dying, but drinking away your god damn sorrows isn't the fucking answer! Shawn drops his voice to a low whisper, and inserts enough of an edge so that his companion can understand that this is not a request. After a couple of seconds, Teddy shakes his head, and sits down once more. Shawn Cage: Good. Now...to answer your question...I don't know what the exact reason is behind her behavior.. Alexis will be Alexis But that isn't the reason we need to talk, we need to talk about your health.. You told me only hours ago that I looked like shit.. well buddy, you look like shit. Is there some residual bitterness about the friendship that we have, or the fact that you've been a father figure to me for years.. Without question. God knows, Teddy, I'm not the easiest person to deal with...and I know damned well that I acted like a complete asshole towards you from time to time... But, then again, maybe I'm a little bit bitter about the fact that, on more than one occasion, I bailed your ass out of jail, I've always been here for you, but you don't want to open up to me in the way a father should to his son.. You say I'm very emotionally fucked up inside.. Well what about you? Shawn sits back in his booth, staring at Teddy, who is regarding him through eyes that no longer seem nearly as blood-shot and unfocused as they were mere minutes ago. Teddy opens his mouth to issue a response, then closes it for a moment and shakes his head again. Teddy: Jesus, Shawn.. I'm sorry.. Shawn Cage: (staring sadly at the other man) I'm sorry too, Ted. I really am. Because, for all the problems that we have had over the years, I don't want our last moments together to be us fighting and bitching about things that could had been, your daughter Alexis Money did things to my heart that no woman should had ever done to a male... But, Teddy...she crossed a line that should not have been crossed, and that is the reason I ended my relationship with her.. I know you've wondered this for years, and now you finally have your answer.. Teddy: (staring wide eyed with concern at Shawn, but decides to change the subject): What...what do you intend to do to Asher at Rise to Greatness, Shawn? Shawn Cage: Oh, I don't intend to do anything but end his career, my attention is focused upon this one man, and this one man only, and that person happens to be none other than the "esteemed" Asher Hayes. Mr. Hayes is guilty of the cardinal sin of crossing boundaries into realms that should remain uncharted. And, this week, the so-called man at war with "God" will learn that there is a heavy price to be paid for committing this sin. Teddy: (folding his arms, and shaking his head) I saw his offering on TV, Shawn...and, honestly, I don't see the reason why you're so upset with him. He's just another bozo with an over-inflated ego who talks a lot because he's in love with the sound of his own voice. God only knows, you've faced plenty of those types during the course of your career.. He seems more interested in this war he has with God.. and Jesus.. and everyone else he can place blame on.. Shawn Cage: If it were as simple as that, Teddy, then the punishment that I am about inflict upon the person of Asher Hayes next Sunday at Rise to Greatness wouldn't be nearly as severe as it shall be. If Asher's only flaws were a desire to masturbate one's ego at every given opportunity, and to cram as many hackneyed clichés as is humanly possible into the space of a single promotional appearance, then I might simply be content to defeat him in ring center, and let him return to action as a some what humbled competitor. If his only flaws were the willingness to inflate the significance of even the most tainted of accomplishments- such as barely winning a match against a motley assortment of unmotivated freaks, idiots, and also-rans-or to bore the listener to tears with an endless barrage of psycho-babble, anti-religious ranting, and promises of a so-called ERA of greatness and glory, then I might simply be inclined to limit the level of humiliation to the extant where Asher might be able to scamper away from the ring under his own power. Because, you're right, Teddy...I have heard everything that he's had to say before; and I've heard those words uttered by individuals who are far more capable than Hayes could ever hope to be. A wise man was just as inclined to adhere to the philosophy of "if you can't blind 'em with brilliance, then baffle 'em with bullshit" as Hayes was...but at least he displayed something that resembled a sense of humor while taking that approach. Asher is just as inclined to make repeated, and baseless, assertions of his own self-worth, but has done nothing but allowed his ego to spiral out of control. Really, the only compelling thing that Hayes said during his address was that I shouldn't bother to psycho-analyze him, because there is nothing there.... Well, he needn't worry, because I have no desire to attempt to read into something that simply doesn't exist. There really isn't anything there to read into, or that would maintain the interest of anyone with any degree of cognitive ability.. In fact.. his entire promo made no sense.. he fought with friends, had a mystery phone call.. watched a PPV commerical, and then went to a chruch to wage war with God himself.. insulting Jesus while he was at it.. It made as much sense as say.. Mitch Doogan winning the SCW World Title? From where I sit, Asher Hayes is little more than vapid waste of oxygen who lacks the ability to say anything that could remotely be considered original. And, under normal circumstances, I would be more inclined to look upon such an individual with sympathy, rather than loathing. Teddy: Then...why make the exception in this case, Shawn? Shawn Cage: Because, it would seems as though Asher Hayes has taken it upon himself to proclaim himself not only as being Divine, but the King of All Gods, no less. Think about this, Ted... He is nuts, He thinks God is going to make him lose to me at Rise to Greatness, then he claims God can't.. He doesn't need to worry, because I'll make him a martyr at Rise to Greatness.. At no point during the period in which I referred to myself as the Savior of the SCW did I ever claim to be a deity, or to possess the type of insight that is gained though supernatural inspiration. Even during that point, I was simply a man who felt that he had gained an understanding of sacrifice and loyalty...not due to divine intervention, but through the rather mundane method of learning from one's life experience, as much as I hate to admit this.. I learned this from my loss to Xander Valentine.. I am extremely leery of anyone who claims to possess such status...and I am utterly contemptuous of those, like Hayes, who do so in a truly pathetic attempt to compensate for their many shortcomings. No...Asher Hayes has taken the concepts of arrogance and idiocy to a whole new level, and I personally consider those levels to be completely unacceptable. So, next Sunday, Mr. Hayes must be punished for his hubris, and he must pay, with copious amounts of his own blood, for having the unmitigated gall to insult the intelligence of a retarded parakeet by referring to himself as a God. Hayes will be made to realize his mistake...it's a pity that he won't have the ability to learn from the experience after I ensure that he is unable to draw air into his lungs for an extended period of time. For, once some lines are crossed, there is no way to return to the point of origin. Hayes will learn this lesson in the most painful and humiliating manner possible... And, in time, Everyone who stands in my way will learn this lesson as well.. Shawn Cage sits back in his chair, staring evenly at Teddy as he watches the latter's mouth nearly drop to the floor at what he's just heard. Teddy: Good God, Shawn...isn't there something...anything that you're willing to do to salvage at least a bit of that decent person you once were before Chris and I had that talk with you?!?! Shawn Cage simply shakes his head as he stares at Teddy through cold eyes that are only partially obscured by his dark sunglasses. Speaking in a voice that's so distant and hollow that it shocks even him, the Main Man utters a response that causes all of the color to drain from the face of Mr. Money. Shawn Cage: I'm sorry, Teddy. I really am. But, the Age of Salvation has come to an end.. Instead, a New Age will be introduced...an age of punishment where everyone shall understand just how serious a crime it is to betray me, or those that I care about. Shawn watches Ted's hands start to tremble as he abruptly gets to his feet. Teddy: I-I...I...have to go, Shawn, If..if I get a chance to talk to Alexis... Shawn Cage: They'll get the message soon enough, Teddy. Take care of yourself. Shawn Cage watches Teddy respond with a barely perceptible shake of his head, put a bill on the table, and then hurriedly exit the dinner without saying another word. He sighs, and shakes his head as he watches the poor man leave...but, honestly, he feels as though the man should have an understanding of who he is...and of what will likely result to those who have angered him.. After all.. it was his ides for this change to happen, and then he had to reveal why he done it, because he was dying.. Shawn Cage: A famous writer once said 'experience is simply the name that we give our mistakes'. In a sense, I agree with the message behind that quotation, but, I also think that it's important to be able to LEARN from the mistakes that we make. It's funny, but if one were to use that criterion, Asher Hayes seems content to rewrite history in order to suit his own agenda. Once again, he's forgotten the fact that, on his very best day, he could do no better than hold me to a stalemate the last time we stepped inside a ring, and faced off in one-on-one competition. And, once again, he seems to have forgotten the fact that his most notable victory, over myself, was orchestrated by the fact that I was simpley more interested in the Underground Championship at the time.. something Asher Hayes had to try and enter himself into the match for, as he wasn't good enough to make it there on his own. Asher seems to forget a lot of things... He seems to forget the fact that most of his wins here in SCW have been flukes over people that he probably should had never beaten. Unlike Asher Hayes, I HAVE improved since we last met in one-on-one competition. Unlike Hayes, I HAVE learnt from my mistakes, and unlike Hayes, I HAVE been able to make good on the opportunities that I've had to win championships. Time and time again, I have proved my willingness to face ANY contender who proves themselves to be worthy of challenging for my belt. Time and time again, I have proved my talent, and my toughness, and my ability to win in any situation, when the time is right. And, Next Sunday, I am going to prove my talent, toughness, and ability to win by decimating Asher Hayes when we step into that ring. And, I am going to make DAMNED good and certain that he is in NO position to question those attributes ever again. I have had quite enough of Asher Hayes, and at Rise to Greatness, I am going to do something about it. And do something I shall. At Rise to Greatness, I intend to ram Asher's ugly, misshapen face into anything that I can find until such time as it is reduced to nothing more than a crimson mask of blood and contusions. I intend to make certain that each one of his limbs no longer functions in their desired capacity. And, I intend to beat him until such time as he can no longer have any memory of the thousand-and-one names that he has utilized throughout the course of his career. And, by the end of the match, Asher Hayes will come to understand how I treat those who refuse to learn from the mistakes that they make during the course of their lives... Oh yes...he most certainly will." [/align] |
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| Asher_Hayes | Jul 12 2008, 12:39 AM Post #5 |
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[align=center] So God is coming after me already? That is just fucking great. That is the last thing that I need. I have Shawn Alexander Cage pushing promos out the ass like he was addicted to crack. All of this shit is coming at me at once and that is the way God likes it! He wants to see human beings, His fucking children suffer, so He doesn’t have to. What a dick! Well, God, I have told You time and time again that I would love nothing more than to stand man to bitch, yes the bitch being You, face to face so I can slap the taste out of Your mouth! I hope you don’t think I am afraid of You, because I most certainly am not. I am Asher Hayes. I fear nothing. All I know is that gold is in my sight, it is within my grasp and I am going to stop at nothing. I am not worried about the consequences of my actions. Am I going to pay for my sins? Sure, but first I will be rewarded for them in…championship gold and glory. Shawn Alexander Cage is obviously delusional. I don’t see how the son of a bitch can see everything I am doing. Do I have a video camera following me everywhere I go? Do I have my own reality television series? No I don’t. Shawn is a fucking idiot. He obviously has too much free time. He is trying to get as much as ammo as he can, because he knows I am going to be the one to take the Adrenaline title from him. He doesn’t want to lose the title or to me, like he did a few months ago. He knows I can beat him and I will do it once again. I will win by any means necessary. If I have to cheat, then so be it. This is too important to me. Shawn can try all he wants, acting as if he can just brush me off, but he is sorely mistaken. God is coming after me. I am coming after Shawn. God wants to make me suffer, then Shawn must suffer my wrath next Sunday at Rise to Greatness. That is my gospel, that is my message and it will come across clearly, crystal clear, when the bell rings. Shawn will be punished and there will be no one to save him, not God, not Jesus, not the Virgin Mary. It will be him and me, and it will be for all of the marbles. He wants to believe he is better than me, but it has been proven already once before. I walked away as the winner of our first and only one on one match up. And when we step into the ring Sunday, the end result will be the absolute same. Well not the exact same, but the same nonetheless…say it with me now… Here is your winner and NEW!!!! SCW Adrenaline Champion… Asher Hayes!!!! Just beautiful…. - - - - - The scene opens up with the number one contender to the SCW Adrenaline Championship, Asher Hayes as he is shown getting out of his car, a brand new yet old car…a 1967 blood red Corvette. He gets out of the car, and on the passenger side, his supposed girlfriend, Gloria climbs out as well. They are at a barber shop as the scene opens. Asher takes off his sunglasses and looks at Gloria, then begins to speak. Asher- What the fuck are we doing here? I mean, honestly…what are we doing here? Gloria-Don’t you think you should look nice before your title match next Sunday? Looks are half of the battle, so I'm told. Asher-And who told you that? Gloria-All of my teachers and my mom of course. Asher-That is just something ugly people and as for my mom…desperate horny women say…so that is just not valid, Gloria, I am sorry. Gloria-I love you Ash. Asher-Fucking goddamn women!!!! Why do you have to be so emotional all the time? Gloria…I…I fucking love you too. Jesus!!! And I don't mean Jesus either. Gloria(singing..horribly)-Jesus loves the little children…all the children of the world… Asher-OK OK point well taken. Stop. No more. But why are we here? Are they going to take my hair? Gloria-Don’t worry Ash. You can keep your hair, but you should try to look nice. Ya know…get a little trim, trim down the hair and the beard. Look prim and proper. Asher-What the fuck woman? I am not some sort of fucking faggot. I am not down with that, I am sorry. You may be, but I sure as fuck am not. I can get my hair trimmed and stuff, but fuck prim and tell proper to suck my dick. Gloria-I'll do that later, but we have to make you look pretty. You have to get cleaned up, before your big win. I want you to look fresh and clean for when you kick Shawn's ass. Asher-OK, looking good has nothing to do with it. I am going to fight dirty when I step into the ring with Shawn. The son of a bitch has a bigger ego than he lets on. Backstage, he lets his mouth overload his ass, and his mouth has written a check his ass cash can't cash when it comes to this Sunday. Gloria-Well, if I were you, I would be putting it all out there, because you haven’t had the best pay per view record have you? Asher-I appreciate that Gloria. Thanks for rubbing that in my fucking face. First you say you love me, then you bring that shit up. I know I have choked on some pretty big opportunities when it has come to pay per views, but if you look at those matches, they were kind of meaningless. I mean, the Adrenaline Showcase, I pretty much stole the show, and yes James Exeter helped. The Underground Championship match, Oley must've been high or sucking God's cock for not letting me compete in it. He picked Shawn over me, so you know something is wrong with that situation. But Oley nor God could stop me. I went out there and I fought with all I could. Sure I didn’t win, but I made sure the world and my opponents knew I was there. Just like I will at Rise to Greatness, only this time, things will be different. I am going to walk out of that arena as the winner, with my newly won title draped over my shoulder. Gloria-It would look good on you. I mean, you need to be bringing home some championship gold. It's about time. Asher-I know. And when it is all said and done, it will have been worth the wait. Gloria-Well, let's get you all pretty now. Come along, Asher. There is much work to be done. Asher-Tell me about it… - - - - - The scene opens with Asher Hayes standing in front of a mirror. He has a business suit on and a clean shave. His hair is a little slicked back. He poses in the mirror, then makes a little gun with his fingers. He uses his thumb to make it seem like his just pulled the trigger. He then lifts the "gun" and blows into the "barrel" and it makes a whistling sound. Asher smirks at his appearance, when his concentration is broken. Gloria has walked into the room and she walks up to him and places her arms around his waist. Gloria-You look good… Asher-Always, baby, always. Do I look like championship material? Gloria-All you need is a championship belt to go with it and you will be complete. You like a little action figure, with the accessories sold separately. Asher-I will be fighting for that accessory and in the end, it will be with me. Gloria, can I ask you something? Gloria-Yeah, why? What is it? Asher-Do you…believe in God… Gloria-Why would you ask me that? I am not going to answer that question. Asher-Why? It's an honest question, Gloria. You can answer it. All you have to do is say yes or no. So which is it? Yes? Or is it no? Gloria-Yes… Asher-Do you believe in me? Do you believe in Asher Hayes? Gloria-Of course… Asher-Really? If you really do, then I want you to prove it to me. I want you to do something that would seem somewhat Christian like. Gloria-What??? Asher smirks at Gloria, then the sound of his pants zipper being unzipped can be heard in the background. Gloria looks at him strangely, before Asher replies. Asher-I want you to get down on your knees and…pray…I want you to pray to me like you would to your God. I want you to make me feel like you worship the very ground I walk upon. I want you to accept me into your mouth…err…heart and soul… Gloria looks at Asher for a second, but Asher's smirk fades into a glare. He looks at her intensely. He places his hand on her head, and then begins to push her down, before she completely disappears out of the scene. A few moments later, a moaning sound can be heard, as Asher leans his head back against the mirror. Asher-That's it, Gloria…earn your halo, earn your angel wings… - - - - - Shawn Cage, Shawn Cage, Shawn Cage, what to say about Shawn Cage…When I think of Shawn Cage, and his last promo, his last little bit of trash talk, after I nearly pissed myself listening to him, only one thing came to mind. It is sort of a philosophical deal, something I think would hit close to home when one speaks of Mr. Cage. Equivalent trade, the bigger the ego the bigger the insecurity… Shawn is insecure with himself. He hides behind that enormous fucking ego of his, because he thinks it makes him look "cool". He wants all of this attention surrounding him, when in fact, nobody gives a flying fuck about him. He wants to give out all of these long winded promos, saying the same thing over and over again, when all of it doesn’t matter, because it really isn’t going to happen. He wants to punish me and make me realize my mistakes. What mistakes, Shawn? You claimed to have learned from your mistakes from the first time we faced off, yet in all reality, you haven’t. Want to know why, Shawn? It's simple. I don’t even have to spell or sound it out for you. You thought you could beat me. You haven’t learned from your mistakes. You just said that to hear yourself talk, something I wish you would stop, because like I said, nobody cares about you. I mean, you said you have proven time and time again that you have what it takes to win matches and win championships. Shawn, what did you do to earn a rematch against Sarah Punche, after she mopped the floor with you the first time? You harassed her, you stalked her pretty much, you humped Oley's leg, and you put up money and all kinds of senseless bullshit like that. It took you twice to beat Sarah. It took me once. You want to establish yourself as a main event performer, but you won't make it. Your ego will be your downfall. You had two match opportunities against Xander Valentine, and you never even made a dent in the so called monster. Can you tell me what happened when he and I stepped into the ring, Shawn? Can you look me in the eye and tell me the end result, without getting red in the face with blinding fury? Don’t worry about even trying, Shawn, because I will gladly say it for you. I beat Xander Valentine. Sure, I beat him after he was distracted, but he made the mistake and I took advantage, just as I will if the opportunity arises this Sunday. But yes, I beat Xander and how many times did I step into the ring against him before I did it? I did it in one match. But none of that shit matters. You can say that I won matches that were flukes, the matches I won, shouldn’t have been won by me. But guess what, Shawn…I won those matches. I had more fight in me than Xander, than Brian Kinney, and Sarah Punche. Just as I had more fight than you when our first match took place. I wanted it more, Shawn. I was ready to take the Adrenaline Championship from you then and if it were on the line, I would have. You can deny it all you want, but denial will only hurt you more, probably more than I am going to at Rise to Greatness. You can take me as a joke all you want, but that is the same mistake Brian, Xander and Sarah made. And when it is all said and done, Shawn, I am going to rub it in your face and yes I am referring to the Adrenaline Championship after I take you out. I've already predicted the future for you, Shawn. It looks bright for me, and grim for you. You see, I have brought up your past title reign and you have thrown at a few different scenarios at me. First off, you said it was because the SCW couldn’t pay you enough. I said that if they couldn’t pay you enough, then you wouldn’t have been with the company. It's not the SCW needed Shawn Alexander Cage to carry on, just like they don’t need you now. And the second was because you had an injury. So which is it Shawn? You know what? I don’t even care, because in the end, it will all be the same thing, Shawn, the same shit will come out of your mouth and it will be in the form of… An excuse…Shawn, an excuse. Because of that shit, I have another excuse to curb stomp you at Rise to Greatness. I am sick of your bullshit, Shawn. All of your excuses, all of your pointless banter. You may actually pull off a miracle and beat me, but you will not change me. So why even try to make it seem like you can? Oh yeah, I forgot…because you like to hear yourself talk, you like to boost your ego, seeing how you're your own biggest fan. You can talk about how you have improved and how you have done this and that, but I can read between the lines and I can see you are full of it, Shawn. You are losing your grip on that title, possibly your sanity, if you had any in the first place, because you know when we step into that ring Sunday night, it's all over for you. Your reign as champion…over. You will not be the "Main Man" as you like to call yourself. But let me let you in on a little secret…you never were, Shawn. I know you are just trying to hype yourself up to be someone of importance here in the SCW, but you're not. You are just some mid card pencil neck, who will never break the glass ceiling in the SCW. You always manage to lose focus and you give up to easily, much like you did leading up to your match against Xander. You felt that Xander was impossible to beat, because you felt he was Oley's golden boy, his pet. Thinking like that is exactly what cost you the match. You are insecure. You want to think you have it all, but when it gets tough, you want to bail out. You can look at me and brush me off as nothing more than a stepping stone, or another Reckless, but I say fuck that. I will make you eat your words, Shawn. I will make you bite your tongue then kick your fucking teeth down your throat. Simple as that, Shawn, simple as that… You want to knock me for my words about God? Go for it, Shawn. I don’t care. My hatred for God motivates me. It motivated me enough to take down Xander, Brian and Sarah, and it will motivate me to take you down as well. I would have taken your upcoming Breakdown opponent, Greg Cherry, down, but he had to show the world as he has done time and time again that he is nothing but a whiner and a coward. He couldn’t handle being handed two losses back to back. He had to uphold his image of not being a loser, but using a chair didn’t help matters much, because he is still a loser. You two have something in common. Who would have thought? You're a chump just like him, he just has more accomplishments. Accomplishments are something you seem to take great pride in, Shawn, because you are always adding things, keeping records of your Adrenaline title defenses and those who are former SCW and Majestic champions that you've beaten. I laugh at this, because after we step into the ring, after the smoke has cleared Shawn, one thing will be certain… Your lists and your accomplishments…all of it… Will all be for… Nothing… You say I want to rewrite history…well how about I make history, starting my own legacy by ending yours and building upon my own? Sound good to you? I don’t care. You are just a piece of garbage that I am going to take out next Sunday… Amen… - - - - - "I want to know who it was..." Asher Hayes can be seen walking out of his bedroom, with his cellular phone in his hand. He is talking to Felix about the mysterious phone call made to Steve and Rex before Asher's match against Greg Cherry on the last episode of Breakdown. Felix-Who do you think would do that? I mean, have you made enemies recently other than Shawn Alexander Cage? Asher-Hell, for all I know, it might have been him. I mean, apparently he knew about the call and he knows about me watching a wrestling commercial. Are you working for him now, Felix? I mean, I don't know where else he would get this information from. Felix-Fuck that, Asher. That dude looks like he would be a walking, talking encyclopedia of STDs. No thank you. I have standards when it comes to the people I hang out with. Asher-All I know is that we need to figure out before something bad happens. I dont need this shit to happen while I prepare for the biggest match of SCW career. Felix-Dont worry, Asher, I will take care of it. You stay focused on Shawn Cage. I will take care of it. You can trust me. 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| Shawn Alexander Cage | Jul 19 2008, 01:26 PM Post #6 |
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[align=center]Shawn takes a moment to stare up at the sky just before he steps through the entrance of The Wrestling Factory, Atlanta's training center, and thinks that it's somewhat appropriate that dark gray clouds are looming overhead, threatening to release a torrent of rain onto the streets at any moment. In many ways, the weather outside serves as an appropriate metaphor for his mood, right now. For the events of the past week have left The Main Man feeling rather displeased with certain individuals, and for the past few days, it's been all that he can do to keep his temper in check. He was less than thrilled at the fact that Asher Hayes and Daniel Ackart didn't try to interfear into his match with Greg Cherry. He expected a different reaction from them, to be honest, and can't help but feel disappointed in the fact that all their talk of winning at Rise to Greatness is going to go out the window when they were faced with the slightest bit of adversity at Rise to Greatness. Still, there isn't a whole lot that he can do about this. Of course, there really isn't much that he can do about this, either. But, the event that galled him the most this past week was the fact that while he defeated Greg Cherry and finally in what he felt like had join the Main Event cast, he was still being looked down on as if he were still some midcard talent. Sadly, Asher has yet to learn the lesson that Shawn had hoped to teach to Asher. Instead, he droned on endlessly about how Olek was ignoring him, and how he deserved more recognition than he had received for his so-called accomplishments. He spent the last few weeks after weeks hurling insults in the direction of The Main Man, calling him a poser, a coward, and any other number of derogatory terms, but, the fact remains, he will still lose in a match that actually mattered. The same way he always does. Up until this point, Shawn had been content to ignore this man for as long as he long as he could, and to dismiss his ranting on the subject of God in the same way that one might dismiss the buzzing of an overgrown horsefly. That is no longer the case. Shawn is getting very sick of Asher Hayes. He's sick of his insults...he's sick of his threats...he's sick of his continuous attempts to reinvent himself in order to disguise his complete and utter lack of ability...and he's sick of the fact that Asher Hayes continues to exist on this planet. Shawn: (smirking) Fortunately, there is something that can be done about this...and, something shall be done about this on Sunday. But, for now, he thinks, there are other matters that need to be addressed. Stepping through the entrance of the Factory, he takes a moment to regard the activity that is taking place inside the gym. Seated directly in front of him is none other than his manager and bedside partner, Kassie Khane. Clad in her usual workout attire of black yoga pants and a long sleeved spandex top, The Manager of Champions appears to be in the process of trying not to grimace as she goes through a series of stretches in order to facilitate her recovery from the injury that she suffered during her last bedtime journey on the Shawn Cage Experience. However, the expression of pain on her face disappears as she notices him standing in the entrance, and is replaced by a wide smile, and a look of adoration as she slowly climbs to her feet. Kassie: My love... Shawn: How are you feeling? Any better? Kassie's smile disappears, replaced by a downcast expression as she shakes her head. Kassie: Not really...I'm still in a lot of pain. I'm just...I'm just wondering if I'll ever be back to normal... Shawn:(Putting his hand on her shoulder) You are improving, Kassie. After all, you wouldn't have been able to come close to being able to do that stretch sequence even a few days ago. Kassie: I know...It's not even really the pain that bothers me...It's just...just... Shawn: The frustration... Kassie: Yeah...I hate feeling this way! I really do! Shawn: I know...me too. Kassie: (as she puts her hands on his shoulders) I take it that your mood is no better today...? Shawn: Not really...I'm still annoyed about some of the events that took place last week, and about the fact that Asher Hayes still believes he is going to take my Adrenaline Championship.. And, to make matters worse, I had the distinct "pleasure" of watching the latest promotional appearance by the man that I'm scheduled to face at Rise to Greatness, even though he seems to forget that the camera is there.. because the world is a stage, and we are just the players. Kassie: (rolling her eyes) Oh, Christ! No wonder you're in such a bad mood! God only knows that seeing him on the television Shawn:(smirking) You mean, "Asher Hayes?"... Kassie: Whatever!... Anyway, what did that overgrown sack of moose manure have to say for himself this time? Shawn is about to respond, but sees that look in Kassie's eye that always appears when she's about to go on a rant, and thinks better of answering the question. It's always fun to listen to her go off like this...and her words inevitably will prove to be have more truth, and more entertainment value, than Asher Hayes ever could hope to provide. Kassie: No wait...let me guess.... "Blah blah blah...God is keeping me down, and won't give me the title shot that I deserve....Blah blah blah...I'm the biggest, baddest motherfucker on the roster, and my shit doesn't stink....Blah blah blah...Shawn is a coward, and I'm gonna beat him within an inch of his life...Blah blah blah....And there ain't a damn thing he can do about it." That's pretty much what he said, wasn't it? Shawn: (smiling) More or less...at least he dispensed with his usual catch-phrase. Kassie: Well, will wonders ever cease! I swear...Bash's- excuse me, Asher's promotional offerings are the rough equivalent of month-old angel food cake... Stale...tasteless...hard to digest...and completely without substance! OH, how that...that...heathen annoys me! Shawn is too busy laughing to say anything, so, instead, he decides to respond by pulling her into his embrace, and kissing her gently on her ruby red lips. Kassie: (smiling as her eyes go wide) What was that for? Not that I'm complaining, of course... Shawn: Just for being yourself, Kassie...and giving my mood a much-needed lift. Kassie: (giggling) Actually, I think you just improved my mood as well. I'm not in nearly as much pain as- THWACK!!! Shawn immediately turns his head toward the source of this sound, and feels his stomach drop as he sees the lanky, brown skinned Mexican named Asdrubal Plata slumped against the corner inside the gym's ring, staring up at the rangy, mocha-skinned Dexter Davis as the latter prepares to launch another one of his increasingly powerful kicks to the midsection. Shawn: (shaking his head) I take it that Asdrubal has displayed no improvement, either... Kassie: (as her lips curl into a sneer) None whatsoever. Asdrubal, of course, was the person that is still trying to get noticed in the world of wrestling, yet refuses to take it seriously and actually learn anything.. Remind you of anyone, Asher? Since that time, he's been the school's outcast, and has sustained beating after beating at the hands of its students. Dexter has spent day after day kicking him until his torso is coated with welts and bruises, while the stocky, red-haired Eric McClean has made a point to stretch each of his limbs in directions they simply weren't meant to go. Yet, day after day, Asdrubal has come back, and accepted this punishment with a stoic expression on his face. In fact, the only hint of emotion that he displays during the course of these beatings is a slightly downcast look in his eye as he endures the pain that his classmates are willing to inflict upon his person. And, in doing this, he's managed to impress the hell out of Shawn. Kassie: I don't wish to question your judgment... Shawn: Oh, you can question my judgment any time you want, my dear. You're wondering if it was wise for me to select Asdrubal to represent the Factory for the Showcase House Show tonight, aren't you? Kassie: I...yes! He refuses to learn anything.. Shawn: True...but in that situation, the fault for that particular fiasco lies just as much with the people around him as it does him. You know just as well as I do that he kid has heart, just not the brain sometimes. Kassie: I...I guess. Still, there's nothing to say that he won't listen again and take another loss, is there? Shawn: (shrugging) I don't think so. Something tells me that the kid has learned his worth and won't make stupid mistakes again, unlike Asher Hayes. Besides, Plata's shown in the past that he can master holds and techniques as easily as anyone in the class, and that he has the talent needed to be an exceptional competitor... Kassie: (still looking unconvinced) Maybe...it's just that for the past few days, all he's displayed is the ability to absorb a monumental crap-kicking! Shawn: He'll show something more than that, Kassie. I know he will... Kassie: Yes, but when do you think that will happen!? Shawn: Soon... THWACK!!! Shawn: I hope. Shawn stares glumly into the ring, and watches Plata wince in pain as he absorbs another kick to his torso. Dexter is doing exactly what he should be doing; in fact, he's doing exactly what Shawn instructed him to do. The Main Man instructed him not to hold back in the slightest- not because he has any further desire to punish Asdrubal, but because he wants to see the reaction that this punishment elicits in his student. Because, Shawn knows very well that there are two results when one sustains continued abuse.... one either looks of the most convenient exit in order to escape it...or, they decide that they've had enough, and DO something about it. Asdrubal hasn't run away yet, and Shawn doesn't think that he will. So, that means that at some point, he will decide that he's had enough. Come on, Plata, he thinks...show me what happens when you decide that you've had enough. THWACK!!! And then it happens. Dexter's next kick connects squarely against Plata's torso, but, instead of flinching, Asdrubal simply takes a step forward toward Dexter with eyes that resemble nothing more than pools of fire. Shawn: (whispering) There we go.... Plata: No more.. Dexter: "No more"!? You wanna quit, you pussy? You wanna run away!? well, I ain't done with you yet! With that, Dexter steps forward, and launches another blistering kick at Plata; this time, Plata sidesteps, and grabs his opponent's leg before twisting it into a Dragon Screw Legwhip. Dexter tumbles to the mat. clutching his knee, and Plata advances upon him with a look of wild fury etched upon his features. Plata: No more! Plata quickly grabs his opponent's injured leg, and then twists it into a single leg crab/anklelock combination, bridging back to exert even more pressure on the hold as he continues to shout at the top of his lungs. Plata: NO MORE!!!! Dexter: Hey!...HEY! Dexter frantically begins to tap, but Plata doesn't seem to have taken any notice of this as he continues to crank on the hold for all that he's worth. Plata: NO MORE!!!! Kassie: (shaking her head as he eyes go wide in disbelief) I...I can't believe... Shawn: I'll be back in a second... Shawn rushes into the ring, and pulls Asdrubal off of Dexter before any permanent damage can be done to his leg. Plata lashes out wildly at his teacher with a forearm, but Shawn ducks the blow, and chops out his legs with a spinning legsweep. Shawn then puts his knee on his student's back, and pulls his arms back in such a way as to keep him immobilized, rather than to hurt him. Shawn feels his student start to struggle in the hold, and Shawn pulls his arms back a bit further as he tries to calm him down. Shawn: Asdrubal... Plata: NO MORE!!! Shawn: Asrdubal! LISTEN to me! Or I'll break your fucking knee caps. Thankfully, the tone in Shawn's voice seems to have the desired effect, for his student's struggles subside. Shawn releases the hold, and levels a calm, even gaze in Asdrubal's direction as the latter slowly climbs to his feet. Shawn: Asdrubal, I'm going to ask you a few quick questions, and I want you to answer yes or no. Understood? Plata: (after a lengthy pause) Yes.... Shawn: Good. Now, like everyone else in this class, you're probably wondering why I selected you to represent The Factory in this evening's showcase match. Am I right? Plata: I...yes. Shawn: And, you're probably also wondering why I instructed the other students not to hold back at all when they sparred with you inside the ring ever since the match was announced. Am I correct? Plata: (nodding) Yes. Shawn: How did you feel just now, when you had that submission hold locked in on Dexter, and when you saw the look of shock in his eyes, and in the eyes of your other classmates? Plata looks confused for a moment; Shawn then watches his student break out into a sheepish grin before he responds. Plata: I...felt...good. Shawn: And, would the reason for that be due to the fact that you knew that you had their attention, and because you had just made it clear to them that you were sick of being beaten up, and disrespected on a daily basis? Plata: nodding Yes. Shawn: Because, when it comes down to it, you knew that, if you were given another chance, you could prove to everyone in this class just how good a wrestler you really are, right? Plata: (smiling) Yes. Shawn: That's why you were given this opportunity, Asdrubal. And, now, you can say that you earned it. Take a break, Asdrubal...you'll need all the energy you have for this upcoming match. Besides...*breaks into a smile of his own* You deserve it. Plata: (as his smile grows wider) Mucho Gracias, Maestro. Shawn watches Asdrubal exist the squared circle, and stands alone in the ring, listening to the sound of raindrops as they pelt against the windows of the gym. Closing his eyes for a moment, he nods slightly as he reflects upon what just happened, and upon his upcoming match against Asher Hayes at Rise to Greatness. Shawn: All of us, regardless of our background or belief system, are taught at a young age to appreciate the value of a good story. That's probably why so many of them exist; why the world is filled with stories of epic battles where noble heroes charged headlong into battle to slay the hateful villains that threatened their land. A story of this sort shall be told this week, as two warriors step onto a battlefield, navigate through a maze of razor-edged barbed wire, broken glass, and God knows whatever else is available. They shall tear into one another with a ferocity that few have ever witnessed, and those who are in attendance shall gasp in awe as these two men write what many consider to be the latest chapter in the eternal struggle between Good and Evil. One of those men happens to be yours truly, and very shortly, I'll provide you with my thoughts on this encounter. But, in order for me to do so, I must address the words of my opponent in the upcoming match at Rise to Greatness, The "esteemed" Asher Hayes. Chances are, you've already heard what Asher Hayes had to say this week. He has, with typical arrogance, cast himself in the role of the Noble Hero; the lone Spartan who will stand and fight against the barbarian hordes that are threatening to invade his Kingdom. He has regaled us with a tale of personal loss, and of how this loss made him the man that he is today. However, I'm not one to be affected by such tales, and really, I never have been throughout the course of my life. You see, when I was a very young child, my mother used to tuck me in at night, and lull me to sleep with a series of bedtime stories, in much the same manner that most mothers do. In this case, though, the tales that she told never seemed to end happily- the Noble Hero never seemed to be all that virtuous, and, in the end, he never seemed able to vanquish the Hateful Villain. In fact, it was common for these tales to end with the hero being impaled by a sharp, pointy of object of some sort. Even though I was very young, I was still able to sense that these types of stories were somewhat unusual...that they were woven out of the fabric of a warped imagination. So, one evening, I asked her why she felt the need to tell stories that always seemed to end rather badly for the protagonist. I remember her response vividly, as if the conversation occurred all of two minutes ago. My mother gave a sad little smile as she stroked my hair, and stated that the stories that I wanted to hear- the simple tales that extolled the virtues of heroism in all its myriad forms- were not the tales that I needed to hear. With the slightest shake of her head, she then added that sometimes, the "hero" doesn't always win...and, sometimes, he doesn't deserve to win, either. I'm not certain why she felt the need to impart this lesson in this manner. Perhaps it was due the fact that the man she thought would be her Prince Charming- the man who fathered her only child- turned out to be an abusive prick. Whatever the reason, that lesson...that things are usually not as cut-and-dried as they might appear...has been one of the most important things that I have learnt during my twenty-seven years of existence. So, with that in mind, let us now return to the story of those two warriors who stand facing one another on the battlefield, and let us consider the following: Let's consider that the losses that our "Noble Hero" has suffered really haven't seemed to have made any real impact on his life. Prior to the death of his actual wrestling skill, our hero was an arrogant, impulsive wind bag with a tendency to view the world in black and white; sadly, he remains the exact same person to this day. Let's consider that the "Hated Villain" may have suffered losses of his own; the types of losses that would make the Hero's blood curdle in his veins. Let us consider that the villain bears his own scars- both external and internal- but views them not as reminders of his past, but, rather as a road map that leads to a better and brighter future. And, let us consider the only two possible outcomes to this battle: In the first ending, our Noble Hero fells his rival with a mighty blow; and the thousands of spectators erupt into celebrations. They continue to celebrate their hero's victory, even as cracks continue to appear in the foundations of the castle, and even as signs of stagnation become more and more apparent within the realm. Finally, the castle crumbles, and collapses under the weight of the arrogance and hypocrisy of its rulers. So, it comes to pass that the deeds of our hero are soon forgotten...mentioned only in passing as an irrelevant chapter in the short history of a forgotten realm. The second ending is somewhat different, and will take place tommorow night. In this outcome, the Hateful Villain is able to overcome the attacks of his opponent, and batters him without mercy until such time as his body is reduced to a lifeless husk. There is, of course, much rending of hair and gnashing of teeth among the kingdom's residents as the villain assumes the throne; yet, when the new king is able to bring a level of stability and prosperity to the realm, they begrudgingly begin to credit him for what he is able to accomplish. In fact, they soon come to realize that he wasn't the "hateful villain" that he was made out to be...he was the man who may well have saved them from their doom. I, for one, much prefer the second outcome to this story. It's the ending that makes the most sense...It's the ending that needs to be told. And, the desire to write this ending is what shall motivate me as I engage in the most important title defending match of my career. You see, Asher Hayes was right when he stated that my blood shall be spilled during the course of this battle. He may well have spoken the truth by stating that I am about to experience a level of pain and torture that I have never experienced before. Yet, he was GRAVELY mistaken when he stated that I would allow my mind to wander or to become confused. Whatever the cost, I shall retain my focus upon the task of making certain that my story is heard, for it is a story that NEEDS to be told. So, go ahead Ash...shed as much of my blood as you desire, and break as many of my bones as you can. But, know this...my desire to make certain that my story is heard shall enable me to absorb every bit of punishment that he is willing to dish out, and to return it in kind. I shall continue to return until such time as every last ounce of resistance is beaten out of you, and you have NO choice but to admit that the outcome that I wish to write for our conflict is the ONLY ending that can be written, if the SCW has any hope of survival. Oh yes...my story shall indeed be heard... And I guarantee that Asher Hayes shall not enjoy the ending... Kassie: Shawn? The Main Man's reverie is broken by the voice of his beloved Kassie. Looking down, he sees Kassie staring up at him, with a smile on her face, and a look of adoration in her eyes. Kassie: Remind me never to question your wisdom... Shawn chuckles slightly as he vaults out of the ring, and makes his way toward the Manager of Champions. Pausing for a moment, he listens to the sound of the rain that is now pouring down in buckets against the roof and walls of the gym, and feels his lips part into a slight smile. The lights inside the gym begin to flicker, and Kassie's eyes go wide as she listens to the sound of the rainstorm outside. Kassie: Quite the storm... Shawn: Yes...yes it certainly is... Shawn feels his smile grow a little bit wider, because he knows very well that a different type of storm is about to be unleashed this Sunday... And, God help Asher Hayes...because he'll be standing directly in its path.[/align] |
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| Asher_Hayes | Jul 19 2008, 09:04 PM Post #7 |
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[align=center] This place deserves a better class of villain…and I'm going to give it to them… Sometimes, I just kill myself. But this weekend, it is all about killing the title reign of one Shawn Alexander Cage and beginning mine. You see, Shawn, he is a poser. He wants to be something he isn't. He wants to be a main event performer. Yet, it just isn't going to happen, because I am going to stop him from truly getting the ball rolling on any sort of main event push, he believes he deserves. If anyone deserves it, it is me. And don’t act like I haven’t done anything to reach that brass ring, because I have. I have proven without a shadow of a doubt that Asher Hayes is the SCW's rookie of the year. Go ahead and present me with the reward. But Shawn, I will wait for such an award, because this Sunday, I will gain the greatest award known to…me. I am referring to the Adrenaline Championship, Shawn, the very title you hold. You have held it for quite some time, shattering your previous record from a few years back. I have to throw it in there, because it amuses me. I mean, you are a man who takes himself way too seriously, as if you are on some sort of pedestal, but you aren't Shawn. Much like Xander Valentine did, he placed himself above everyone else, and I am the one who sent him crashing back down to reality. And I will do the same to you, Shawn. How do I know all of this, Shawn, I am sure you are asking. I will gladly fill you in, little one. You see, Shawn, this Sunday, we will not be attacking one another from behind. We will not be able to play hide and go seek through an entire show, because we will be staring across from each other in the same ring. I am sure your dense brain knew that much. But you see, Shawn, there is much more to it than that, oh much, much more. Are you paying attention? I sure as fuck hope so! You see, Shawn, this Sunday, there will be no excuses. You will not say you have an injury, or that the SCW couldn’t pay you enough to show up, or any of that bullshit, the same bullshit you continue to spew each and every week. Sunday night, I have a plan, a brilliant plan, Shawn, a plan so brilliant that even Einstein himself would crawl out of his grave and tell it is brilliant. You see, Shawn, my plan is simple and I am sure you begging, practically pleading to know what my plan is. It's simple: Kick the SAC… Yes, Shawn, I am going out to that arena, stepping into that ring against you, to beat you, to take your Adrenaline Championship, to finally shut you up, and prove to the world that I, Asher Hayes, am by far the better athlete out of you and I. I am sure according to you, you have this in the bag, but Shawn, you don’t. It is far from over. We haven’t even stepped into the ring yet and you believe you are better. Shawn, get over yourself, please, for your sake. You underestimate me even though I have beaten you already. You think I don’t have what it takes, when I have done so many things that you haven’t had the chance to do. I beat Xander. You didn’t. We have already established this and you still believe you are better than me. Well, you over arrogant son of a bitch, I am going to enjoy beating that smug grin off of your face. Oh it's going to happen; there will be no stopping it, Shawn. I know you want to break through to the main event, but Shawn, ask yourself why? I mean, you have already proven that when things don’t go your way, you will just pack up and leave. When the pressure gets to be too much for you, you will simply walk away. Are you trying to prove something to yourself? Shawn, you are a piece of garbage, that's all there is too it, there is nothing left to prove, except for one small, tiny, little thing. Do you know what that is, Shawn? It's OK, because this is something I know you don’t know, but since I am a nice guy, I will clue you in. Shawn the one thing you have to prove to yourself is that: You can beat…Asher Hayes… You see, Shawn beating me would make your reign as champion seem more important, because beating Reckless equals a fucking snooze fest, sir. I am the guy that has beaten Xander Valentine, Jason Wheeler, and so many other legends in the SCW, that it sets me higher on the bar than Reckless. Why else would Oley make this match for the biggest show of the year? I mean, I deserved a title shot because Reckless did, but he got it first, on the second biggest show of the year, Taking Hold of the Flame. I guess, Oley wanted to save the best for last and it is time for you to face the best, and I don’t mean Greg Cherry, unless you want to face the best coward of all the SCW. I am the best opponent you have had Shawn. You and I go could go on forever, duking it out for the rest of our careers. We will probably be constants in one another's wrestling careers, because Shawn, we are like hot and cold. We need to fight each other. The fans have begun to cheer you, while they still boo me. The people want good versus evil and here we are, two fine examples of those words. So, Shawn, at Rise to Greatness, we will finish what was started months ago. I will see if I can prove it to myself that I am worthy of carrying a championship in the SCW, and I will prove to you that I am better than you. You have the chance to prove that my first win as a fluke and that you are indeed a credible champion. It's you and me, like I said before, for all the marbles. See you soon… - - - - - "So was it you who made the call?" The scene opens as Asher Hayes is shown standing in a dimly lit room. He is walking around a triangle of people, consisting of Felix, Rex, and Steve. In the center, you can catch glimpses of someone tied to a chair. The room is in the back of the church, Asher got for free after Gloria gave the old man a blowjob. Church for a blowjob, simply priceless. Asher steps in between Rex and Steve and comes face to face with the person tied up. It is a male and Asher stares at him, rather grimly. The view finally changes, showing the back of Asher's head, revealing the person to be none other than Asher's former agent, Mitch Taggert. Asher-Do I have to ask you again, Mitch? Fine. The question was…so was it you who made the call? And when I say call, I am referring to the call you made to Rex and Steve, telling them not to show up at Breakdown last week, not to be in my corner, in a match against Greg Cherry, which resulted in me getting blasted with a steel chair. DID YOU MAKE THAT CALL? Asher slaps Mitch across the face and spits on him. Mitch hangs his head low and doesn’t make any sort of response. Asher takes off his shirt, leaving just a tank top on. He walks back over to Mitch and grabs his by the hair and lifts his head up, so they are looking at each other face to face, eye to eye. Asher-What's the matter, Mitch? Cat got your tongue, sir? I already know you made the call. Felix checked it out. He looked at your phone records. How he got hold of those, I do not know, but he is just a genius like that. So when I ask you again, all you need to do is nod your head, yes. So was it you who made the call? Asher begins to jerk Mitch's hair, pulling his head down and up, down and up, as if he were nodding his head yes. Asher lets go of Mitch's hair and speaks. Asher-So now that we have established that you did in fact make the call to Rex and Steve last week, telling them not to show up, knowing that I could have damn well been injured before the biggest match of my career, I have another question. Do you know what that question is? I will tell you. It is… Felix-Asher, you already know the guy did it. Let's just bust him up already. Fuck the talk, Ash, let's just do this. Asher-How about you not fucking cut me off? I am talking to Mitch. He and I are old pals, aren’t we Mitch? Asher slaps Mitch on the shoulder and lets out a sadistic laugh, before Felix speaks again. Felix-Fine, Asher, whatever man. Do whatever it is you think you gotta do. Asher (looking at Felix)- Thank you. (Looks back at Mitch) Now, Mitch before I was rudely interrupted, I was talking about asking you yet another question. And the question I was referring to was simply this. Why? Why are you trying to fuck with my career, Mitch? Asher removes the tied cloth from Mitch's mouth and looks at him dead in the eye, waiting for him to speak. Mitch-You…you…took everything from me. YOU TOOK MY WIFE!!! YOU TOOK EVERYTHING!!! Asher-So this is what this is about. A woman, Mitch? Are you kidding me? You are trying to mess up my life over a woman. Give me a fucking break, will you? Mitch-You messed up my life. Do you hear me? YOU FUCKED UP MY LIFE!!! Asher-Your life is pathetic, Mitch. It means…nothing. I, on the other hand, I have a successful career. I have money and a pretty nice house. Hell, I even have a church of my own. What do you have, Mitch? NOTHING! Everything you had, except for Gloria, was given to you. You didn’t have to work for shit. You weaseled your way into getting a nice home, a pretty decent job as an agent, which you seem to consistently fuck up. Mitch-How did I fuck up? Asher-How did you fuck up? Well let's see…did you ever get me my rematch against Dillusion? No! Mitch-What's the big deal? Asher-Have you been watching the SCW lately? The freak got a shot at the world title. THE WORLD TITLE, MITCH, THE WORLD TITLE! Had I beaten him, I am sure I would have gotten the shot. But no! You couldn’t do your job, so I have had to wait it out, fighting against people I already I am better than. And just recently, I asked Steve and Rex to help me out, to protect me from harm's way, yet you decided to interfere with that, months after I last saw you. Mitch-I wanted revenge. Asher-You wanted revenge? Well, do you know what your quest for revenge is going to get you? I will tell you before you have the opportunity to answer, because I don’t want to hear another fucking word out of your mouth. It has gotten you the beating of a life time. I have three associates here that are loyal to me and they will do whatever it is I ask of them. (Looks at Felix, Rex and Steve) Fellas, do your worst… Asher turns and walks away, exiting the room, when screams of pain and agony can be heard off in the distance. Asher continues to walk, without a care in the world. He makes it to the sanctuary of the church and stares at the cross, which now hangs upside down. He walks over to the cross, kneels down and stares into the eyes of the statue of Jesus Christ and speaks. Asher-You made me do it… - - - - - Here it is. It isn’t too far away now. I will be stepping into the ring, competing against Shawn Alexander Cage, for the Adrenaline Championship. It will be the night I take destiny out on a date, wine and dine her, and fuck her for everything she is worth. Asher Hayes is shown sitting in his bed, the sheets pulled over his crotch region as he stares out into the moonlit sky as he often does while Gloria makes him a sandwich, her normal routine after they have sex. "Here you go…" Gloria has returned with his sandwich. Asher takes the plate from her and takes a bit. He smiles from ear to ear and mouths the words "Oh my Asher" to the sandwich, indicating that he enjoys its taste. Asher-Delicious, Gloria. I believe you have really outdone yourself this time. Gloria-Thank you. So are you going to tell me who it was that made the phone call to Rex and Steve last week, or are you going to start keeping things from me? Asher-Do you really want to know? I will tell you if you think you really want to know. So, do you really want to know? Gloria-Uh, yeah…that's why I brought it up? Asher-It was Mitch. Gloria-Oh my G…(she stops, rethinks her response, then completes it)…goodness…What did you do? Asher-Rex and Steve brought him to me. He and I had a little chat and I left, leaving him to the wolves so to speak. I don’t know what happened to him after I left. I should probably call and find out, but right now, I'd rather finish my sandwich. Gloria-Why do you keep hurting him, Asher? Asher-He started it, Gloria. He should have let it alone. He didn’t get me a rematch against that face painted freak, Dillusion. He got his ass kicked. He continued his shit, still not listening to me, so I kicked his ass and put him in the hospital. And now, he tried to fuck with me right before I stepped into the ring against Shawn Cage, and he got his ass kicked once more, but this time, I don’t know if he is still breathing. I didn’t do the ass kicking this go round. The way I see it, if he is dead… Gloria-What do you mean, if he's dead? WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? Asher-Why are you getting all bent out of shape over that piece of shit? You are living the high life, the good life baby. Calm the fuck down. Shit! If he is dead, then the son of a bitch deserved it. He was put out of his miserable fucking existence. He had nothing to live for anyway, so even live at all. Gloria-So you get to play God, now is that it? You can determine whether or not he had a reason to live. What gives you the right? Asher-OK, Gloria, fuck God. I don’t want to play Him, be Him, or anything like that. Yes, I can determine whether he lives or dies. I didn’t make the choice. I put his life in the hands of Rex, Steve and Felix. He is no longer my problem. My problem is Shawn Alexander Cage. You see, Shawn and Mitch are alike in my eyes. Gloria-Oh really? Asher-Yes, just shut the fuck up and listen. Shawn and Mitch have both tried to mess with my career. Mitch has done it differently than Shawn, but still, they have both tried to fuck with my career. I fought back against Mitch, just as I will fight back against Shawn this Sunday night. Both of them are obsolete and out of their leagues when it comes to going against me. Mitch learned that tonight and Shawn will learn that at Rise to Greatness. Gloria-Are you going to kill Shawn too?!?!? I'm going to call the cops. I can't have Mitch's death on my conscience. I have to do something about it. Asher grabs Gloria by the throat and slams her against the head board of the bed and glares at her. Asher-You will do no such thing. Gloria, I love you, but you are starting to piss me off. I don’t know what the fuck your problem is all of a sudden, but Mitch may be gone, he may not be. Whether he is or isn’t, none of that is of a concern to you or me. Do you understand? Gloria nods her head yes. Asher then lets go of her throat and slings her down onto her stomach, still lying on the bed. He climbs on top of her and inserts himself into her, rather forcefully. Gloria-I am so sick of this shit, Asher… Asher-I am sure you are… - - - - - "He said he wants to make a deal." Asher Hayes is shown once again, standing in the same room as he was when we first came in. Mitch Taggert is lying on the floor, tied up, still breathing, in a pool of his own blood. Asher-Felix, you're kidding me right? He said he wants to make a deal. Felix-Yeah that's what he said. He said he wants to be your agent again and he will do whatever he has to make sure you are kept happy. He said he didn’t want to die. He wanted to be better. He wanted you to forgive him. Asher begins to think to himself. What was it that Gloria said? So you get to play God, now is that it? Ha, I am sure I could do a better job than He is obviously doing. Why not give it a shot? Asher-Felix, you guys take him to the game room and tie him down to the floor, on top of the mini golf mat. I want to test out my nine iron. - - - - - "So you want to make a deal, is that it, Mitch? You want to be forgiven? Start talking, Mitch…" Mitch-Asher…I am sorry. I want to be your agent. I want to help you man. I really do. I know I fucked up. Do you hear me? I admit that I fucked up before. I can change. I can be better. Just give me the chance. Asher-Give you the chance? Mitch, how many chances do you think I should give you? I mean, fuck man…each chance you get, you fail, you fuck up because you do not care about anyone but yourself. You are your own worst enemy like I said before. Asher swings his golf club, connecting with the ball and it flies into Mitch's face, busting his lips and knocking out a tooth. Mitch spits out the tooth along with a little blood. Mitch-WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME??? Asher-OK, you know what, Mitch here is the deal. You want to be my agent. I wanted you to kiss my ass before, and you couldn’t even do that. So if you want to be my agent, then you have to do something for me. You have to suck my fucking dick. If you suck my dick, then you can be my agent. Felix, Rex and Steve turn away, shaking their heads. Asher shrugs it off then looks down at Mitch. Mitch glares at him. Asher grabs another golf ball and drops it down on the mini golf mat. He begins to swing his club back and forth, trying to get his aim right, then speaks once more. Asher-So, Mitch what's it going to be? Will you suck my dick, or will you choose to go the other route and help me sharpen my golfing skills? Are you going to suck me off? Mitch-Fuck you…do you hear me, Asher? FUCK YOU!!! Asher smirks then responds. Asher-That wasn’t an option… Asher looks down at the ball, then at Mitch, and speaks one more time. Asher-Four… - - - - - Shawn, how far are you willing to go to keep your title? Shawn, I am willing to go all the way to take it away from you. You said you wanted a challenge, then you got it Sunday night. You wanted the Asher Hayes that beat Xander Valentine. You are getting something worse. I am bloodthirsty Shawn. I want to beat you senseless and have your blood pour out onto my hands, so I can rub it on my newly won title, marking my territory. You want to step up and rise to greatness? You have to dance with the Devil first…me…Asher Hayes… See you, Sunday, Shawn… [/align] |
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