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CHBK vs. Damian Angel; I Quit Match
Topic Started: Jul 10 2008, 07:03 PM (362 Views)
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OOC: Something to kick things off. Let's make the third time the best, G.



For the third time in the last twelve months, Damian Angel and the Canadian Heartbreak Kid will meet. The match at this years Rise to Greatness has several key aspects to it. First off, both CHBK and Damian Angel know each other quite well. Much better than last year. Secondly is the fact that both individuals hold a victory over the other in one on one contests and thus, their Rise to Greatness encounter will determine the winner of their series of matches. Finally, the added stipulation of I Quit will be a whole other demon for both men. The stubbornness of CHBK will go head to head with the viciousness of Damian Angel. But regardless, both men have insane amounts of skill in wearing down their opponents and being completely torturous to those who deserve it. Rise to Greatness will be hell for both men.

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“Torture.

It is a feeling of pure pain. Unadulterated pain and punishment.

It is a topic of much discussion in the media. Scenes from Abu Gharib often highlight recent packages showing the horrors of torture and the unethical aspects of it. In the past, the Nazis and Soviets were highlighted as two of the greatest evils in the world of torture. Perhaps the single most memorable form of torture in North America is that of slavery, with many African slaves being horribly treated and sold as mere pieces of meat. Regardless, it is an evil of which all have grown at least educate themselves.

But torture will take on a new meaning to myself and Damian Angel come Rise to Greatness. His words were completely accurate on Breakdown. Much like mine were quite accurate regarding my own stubbornness. The attachment of the stipulation of “I Quit” adds a completely new dimension to the now eighteen month feud between the Epitome of SCW and the Hellbound Messiah. Well, Damian likes to say five hundred and fifty-five. Two steps down from perfection, I guess. Regardless, it’s a long damn time. And it’s a thorn in both of our sides. One that needs to be removed.

To honestly think that I’ve been feuding with one man for the last eighteenth months is quite insane. Especially when one looks back and sees that it all began as an obsession for one individual to take out the other and then a quite different obsession for when we had our return match. Now, this match is only around to serve one purpose. To quell our egos. It’s that simple. You have Damian Angel and CHBK, two men who will go down in history as two of the greatest in SCW, who will face each other for the third time. The previous two matches have had opposing finishes. How can one legitimately claim to be the best when one’s victory is equaled out by the other? This is the big issue here. And it’s the big issue that will be settled.

We don’t need any kidnappings. There is no need for grandiose plans of attrition, hoping to gain the final psychological assault before the other. This war has gotten to such a point that to be honest, there is no need for those things. We are both clearly in each other’s heads. That is obvious from the fact that for the second consecutive Rise to Greatness, we will battle. It is obvious that one has been with the other in some capacity for the last eighteen months. From the battles between myself and Xander to Damian attempting to gain the SCW Championship. All of it has been done with this war in mind. It has been in the background, when not in the forefront. And on July 20, 2008, it comes to an end. One that hopes to be fitting given the hell we have put each other through.

Because at Rise to Greatness, two words will summarize the entire history. Eighteen months will all come down to two words. Somewhat humbling, is it not? I Quit. Those two words will seal the fate for one individual come Rise to Greatness. Will it be the Canadian Heartbreak Kid who never in his SCW career has tapped out, nor given up. Even in the face of injury. Will it be Damian Angel who would rather boil himself alive than to submit and concede defeat to his chief rival? It will be an interesting dichotomy to say the least. And at Rise to Greatness, one of those two sentiments will give way to one of the most basic clichés in wrestling today. Something has got to give. And something will give. One’s ego will have to give up. It will have to concede defeat and one will need to realize that the other man was better. But in a war with as much emotion as this, that concession will bear a heavy burden. Much like if Franklin Roosevelt maintained the neutrality of the United States in the Second World War, the fate of the world may be quite different. For both of us, Damian, Rise to Greatness and the I Quit match will reveal a different fate on one man’s decision. The decision to admit defeat.”


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CHBK stands in his study, in front of the window, looking out at the bleak scene outside of his house. The rain falls down onto the vast property that a wrestling lifetime has accumulated for the SCW legend. The grey clouds just paint a further darkened view of the property. And CHBK witnesses this all, knowing that Rise to Greatness could to, much like for his property, but the darkest day of his career.

He continues to look out of the window and to the scene outside as the door to the study opens. Through the door, the daughter of the former four-time SCW Champion enters. Skylar Desoubrais walk across the room, her footsteps echoing through the room. CHBK does not turn around or budge. Skylar, however, walks right up to him and stands next to him.

Skylar: “How is your back?”

CHBK: “Same as always.”

Skylar: “That bad?”

CHBK: “Could be worse.”

A brief silence fills the room as Skylar knows the subject is a tense one for her father.

Skylar: “I know that mom is really tense about the subject of Rise to Greatness….”

CHBK just remains quiet, continuing to stare out of the window.

Skylar: “….but I remember that you came through to get me when Damian pulled that stunt. I want you to kick his ass. And not just for me….but for what you and this family went through. Mom may not understand, but I did right when I was there with him and saw his hate. Just please…be careful.”

Skylar then turns and kisses her dad on the check before turning and backing away. She then smiles a bit before turning around and walking around the desk of the study and back over to the door. Skylar walks through the doorway slowly before turning around and closing the door. CHBK just continues to stand in front of the window.

CHBK: “Thank you….”

CHBK then looks down and just continues to stand in front of the window as the scene fades to black…
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I quit.

Quite simply, the attitude those words represent convey more emotion, more pathos and more malaise than any other two words in the English language. When combined, the person uttering the words give those hearing them an intimate look into the very pit of their being, a candid look at what their soul has dragged them down to. It shows that they have been left with no other alternative, or that the desire to attain these other alternatives has been weakened by prior offensives.

To simplify, “I quit” is the ultimate sign of failure.

The war between Damian Angel and Alex “CHBK” Desoubrais has waged on for over a year. To say this battle has been waged with relative simplicity would do much to dismiss the brutal and personal nature of what has passed. This war has been as complex and as brutal as any in history. And, after 555 days, this war sets itself a final stage, one last grand stand, at Rise to Greatness.

However, if that was the only piece of information warranted, if that was all there was to the conclusion of this story, the very fabric of the story would simply fall into shambles. Instead, one must factor in the obvious back injury CHBK suffered and has been dealing with for nearly two years. Then there is Damian Angel, who many considered to be on a downward spiral ever since the tragic death of Kitty Black in England.

Then there are the matches.

At Rise to Greatness one year ago, Damian Angel and CHBK fought for the first time. The epic, taking place in front of a sold out crowd at the fabled Yankee Stadium, was widely regarded as the best match of the night, putting even Jason Wheeler’s victory for the SCW Championship to shame. On that night, Damian did what many others before him had failed to do when he came crashing down onto the already weakened back of CHBK with a Martyr Syndrome, defeating him and putting him out of commission.

Or so he had thought.

CHBK came roaring back earlier this year, facing Damian in a rematch. This time, the story would be different, as it was CHBK using the Bittersweet Ending to silence the boasts of Damian Angel.

Now we come 2 months after that. Rise to Greatness, the pinnacle event of SCW. And, in an I Quit Match, Damian and CHBK will go one on one for a third time. The rubber match, so to speak, is one that many argue could easily have main evented.

Either way, the match will not be pretty.

It will be, as has been waged for 555 days, an honest-to-God war.

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Our scene rises up in the dead of night. A sickening silence fills the air, as the city streets currently run unpopulated, except for the shadiest of people. With prostitutes and pimps on the street corners, only a scarce few cars pass by the scene. Drug addicts find themselves seated in the deepest parts of the shadows. A few dimmed street lamps light the scene, showing boarded up buildings, littered with graffiti and old fliers from the 80’s.

The headlights of an oncoming car shine, drawing the eyes of the people towards it. Once it reaches the corner, the passenger side door opens as a prostitute steps out. She walks around the front of the car, as her pimp walks over to the driver’s side window. Leaning on the opening left by the rolled-down window, he removes a cigar from his jacket.


Pimp: Got a light?

Scrambling, the unidentified man pulls out a book of matches, igniting one of them. He leans over to the pimp and lights the cigar, which the pimp takes a couple of puffs of before satisfied. He continues to casually lean on the window.

Pimp: Now, I trust you are able to uphold your end of the bargain?

Man: J… just one more week. I’ll be able to pay you in full, I swear!

The pimp casually laughs.

Pimp: That’s funny, because I could’ve swore I told you to have the money today.

Man: I’m sorry… something came up… I couldn’t get your money when you needed it…

Pimp: I told you to have it today! I don’t care what happened in your silly, miserable existence… I want my fucking money!

The pimp motions for two larger men, who both emerge from the hollowed-out doorway in the building in the corner. The walk over to the car and force the driver’s side door open. The larger of the two reaches in and pulls the cowering man out. The man is dragged over to the pimp’s face. Angry, the pimp discards his jacket and hat, standing in stained pants and a white undershirt. He takes another puff of the cigar before holding it a hair away from the man’s neck.

Pimp: See, I wanted to play friendly, I really, truly did. But you, you made it impossible. And now, I have to use you to send a message to anyone who thinks they might be able to do what you have done.

Man: No… please God no…

Just then, all eyes are drawn to a female figure walking towards the scene. The pimp’s eyes are the last to find her, a look of evil and malice in them. The woman steps into the light. Dressed in a trench coat and wearing big black sunglasses, her face and body remain relatively hidden.

Woman: Gentlemen, I have a proposition for you.

The pimp instructs the two larger men to hold onto the man. Turning, he struts over to the place where the woman is standing.

Pimp: Hey, baby. You thinking of joining my harem?

The woman smirks. Reaching up, she slides her sunglasses off, revealing the face of the beautiful, yet dangerous, Autumn Daniels underneath.

Autumn: Hardly. I bring you a message from a man more powerful than you…

The pimp let’s out a disbelieving scoff.

Pimp: There is no one more powerful than me. I own these here streets. And I can make your days full of pleasure…

He runs his hand down her shoulder.

Pimp: Or full of pain.

Autumn tilts her head. Curious, she brushes her hand over his face.

Autumn: If you knew the man I am referring to, you would not be so brazen.

The pimp lashes out, grabbing Autumn’s wrist and pressing with all his might.

Pimp: If he was so powerful, why is he not here to face me himself? Why does he send a bitch to send his messages for him?

Yet Autumn does not flinch, not giving into the physical intimidation attempt of the man.

Autumn: You really are more brawn than you are brains, aren’t you?

The pimp, frustrated beyond belief that his intimidation tactics are failing, throws Autumn to the ground. He reaches into his back pants pocket and pulls out a knife.

Pimp: Looks like that old pervert isn’t the only one I’m cutting up tonight.

The man being held in place by the two followers of the pimp begins to struggle. Autumn simply looks up at the pimp, a smile across her face.

Pimp: And I sure am going to enjoy carving you up.

As he moves in, the loud, recognizable voice of Damian Angel, enters the scene.

Damian: What is it with you street types and your little toys?

The pimp looks around, suddenly spooked by the voice.

Pimp: Who said that!?

Continuing to look around, the pimp does not notice the Cheshire smile on Autumn’s face. She lets out a hearty laugh, looking squarely at the pimp.

Autumn: He’s here! And he sounds very unhappy.

As the pimp grows increasingly frustrated, he turns back to Autumn and charges over with the knife. Before he can reach her, however, Damian Angel lashes out of the darkness and grips the man by the throat, forcing him against the wall. He squeezes deeply, forcing the pimp to release the knife. Damian takes the loosened weapon in his hand, examining it.

Damian: Such messy objects, these are. It certainly lacks the… personal appeal that old-fashioned hand-to-hand combat contains.

Damian nonchalantly tosses the knife behind him, watching it as it slips into the sewers. One of the burly men begin to approach Damian who, though his back remains turned to them, notes the oncoming assault.

Damian: I would recommend that you not take one step closer, unless you want to see your boss’ neck snapped like a twig.

The pimp shakes his head ‘no’ to his henchman, who stops in his tracks. Damian smirks.

Damian: A wise decision, I assure you. Now, I suppose you are the leader of this ragtag group of societal waste.

Damian smirks.

Damian: Or, should I say, you were their leader.

The pimp struggles slightly under Damian’s grip.

Pimp: These… these people will never listen to you…

Damian smiles, shaking his head.

Damian: Tut, tut. Such disrespect is not to be tolerated.

Damian drops the pimp to the ground. Turning and surveying everyone, he smirks.

Damian: See, all of you people are the rejects of society. You have been cast out by a society that decides worth based on tangibles. But I… I say we take society and make it ours. Instead of hiding here in a hole, wasting ourselves away, we need to step up against the world that binds us here and take what is ours.

As Damian smiles, the pimp gets back to his feet. Wiping a smear of blood tickling down his lip, he charges at Damian. Damian, in one fluid motion, turns and ends up behind the pimp. Grabbing him from behind around his neck, Damian drives his knee into the pimp’s spine. The pimp’s eyes widen as he falls lifelessly to the floor. The man, who has since been released by the remaining goon, cannot help but express his shock at what he just witnessed.

Man: Did… did you…

Damian: No. This man will live. It will be an uncomfortable, miserable life, but he’ll live. But you… all of you have but one choice. You either rise up and take society by the throat, as I do, or you remain here, following your crippled leader, and wallow away your days in the sickening belief that you were not allowed to take the world. Whether you are held back by a person, or a societal belief, now is the time to take it apart. Join me, and the world will rue the day it cast you out.

Damian stretches out his arms, a sinister smile on his face.

Damian: Who is with me?

Our scene fades.

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Damian: I know a secret…

The scene comes up to a shot of Damian Angel in a completely dark room with but a single light illuminating his face. He looks around with a psychotic glint in his eye.

Damian: I will let you know, Alex, if you promise never to tell anyone.

Chuckling, Damian takes control of what appears to be his own camera. Turning around, he focuses in on a single wall, where a poster of Alex “CHBK” Desoubrais hangs vandalized.

Damian: The truth, Alex? I need you. As much as I hate it, as much as I hate you, the truth is that I need you. I need to hear your entrance music. I need to see your Bittersweet Ending. And I need to hear you speak.

Damian laughs. He sets the camera up on a nearby surface and walks over to the picture. Leaning up beside it, Damian slaps his hand on the face of CHBK. Leaning in close, his face next to the face of CHBK on the poster, Damian whispers.

Damian: And I know that you need me to!

He lets out a gut laughter and turns away from the picture, facing the camera again.

Damian: You’ll never admit it, but you need me more than you’ve ever needed anyone else in your professional life. You need me because I am your foil. You need me because, unlike anyone you had ever encountered in your career before, whether it be Steve Griffin, Jason Wheeler, Greg Cherry or Matt Hodges, you know that your fat is intertwined with mine. You know that nothing you can do can ever match the standards set by our wars, and so to keep yourself in the spotlight, in the front of the stage where you want to be, you need me.

Damian turns back to the poster, as if he is speaking to CHBK directly. Again, he leans up against the wall beside it.

Damian: I don’t want to have to make you say “I quit”, Alex. I want to be able to twist and mangle you until I have decided you have had enough. But I can’t do that in an I Quit match. I understand the irony this presents, how I was the one to challenge you to the I Quit match, but I do not really want it to go this way. And so, I leave myself with a moral conundrum: do I do what I can to force you to say “I quit”, ending the match and, conversely, denying myself of any pleasure divulged from complete and utter torment, or do I take you at your word? I could very well do that and torment you as much as I desire, knowing that you vowed not to utter those two words.

He smirks, clawing at the face in the poster.

Damian: That’s not good enough! I want to be able to hear your screams of torment as I grind you into the ground with my foot! I want to be able to watch as I physically disfigure you. I want to leave you in such a mangled, beaten mess that your own wife will be unable to recognize you.

Damian’s smirk fades, replaced with a look of irrational anger.

Damian: I want to make you wish you never returned to SCW in the first place. 554 days ago, I started a crusade to take you and your influence out of SCW. And I’m close, oh so close! I just have one more stop to make now… Rise to Greatness. For the second year in a row, Alex, I have to break you. Only this time, I do it for me. Last year, last year was different. Last year, when we faced each other, I had to break you for SCW’s sake. I had to do it because, had I not, the same old faces would act like they have rule over this place. And, in the year since, such has been proven wrong… because of me! As for me, for whatever reason, I still find myself bound to you. And as much as I need you, the very fact that I cannot escape your pathetic, desperate grasp sickens me!

Damian’s anger continues to mount, almost as if he is being invaded by feelings of purest hatred.

Damian: As much as I need you, Alex, I hate you! I hate everything about you! And at Rise to Greatness, I strike you down once and for all time! Never again will I have to answer questions about my wars with the “great CHBK”. Never again will I have to listen to your entrance music! Never again will I have to see your Bittersweet Ending! And never again will I have to listen to you speak! For me, that will be heaven. But for you, Alex… for everything you have done as CHBK… that will be hell!

Just then, without prior reason, Damian just starts laughing again.

Damian: I’ll see you there!

Just then, the camera cuts out, causing static to fill the screen.

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Our scene returns to the bedroom inside Damian Angel’s compound. Damian himself can be seen standing in front of the large bay window, surveying his land. Below, some of the shady figures from the streets now take up residence on his land.

Damian: Our armies are being rebuilt. Soon, we will be able to strike down any who dare oppose us. Our enemies will quiver at the mere mention of our names. This is our legacy…

He turns back as Autumn Daniels enters the room behind him. She is dressed in a silk slip, clinging closely to her body. Damian smirks as the woman takes her place beside him.

Autumn: Then, we take our rightful places as Lord and Lady of SCW.

Damian: Indeed. And to think, it all began 554 days ago. Tomorrow starts a new chapter. Tomorrow, with CHBK put out of commission once and for all, we take over SCW.

Damian takes Autumn’s hand and, bringing it to him, lightly kisses it. She smiles, looking to his eyes. They lean in towards one another, kissing each other on the lips as our scene fades out.
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