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Jason Wheeler vs. Asher Hayes
Topic Started: Jul 25 2008, 11:02 AM (153 Views)
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Jason Wheeler vs. Asher Hayes

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Deadline: 11:59 pm EST Wednesday, July 30, 2008

~Good Luck Everyone!~

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OOC: Isnt like my usual work. I decided to go back to the style I used when Asher first started out for this rp. I dont know if I am going to stick with it, but it worked well with this rp. I may get another one up, not sure. Good luck Kai.

You know how they say God loves his children? Well, it appears that God and his children have a love hate relationship. I mean they say God knows everything that is going to happen to us, before it happens. He holds our lives in the palm of His hands. I still believe God has a thing for the word favoritism. So many people suffer from poverty and things of that nature, while others reap the benefits of success, the success God laid upon them. I see it this way: God flips a coin, just a small, silver, possibly golden, coin. He says, "Heads, this man or woman will live a happy, joyous life. Tails, this man or woman will suffer for their natural born lives." And then He will flip the coin, and you got a fifty/fifty chance of being happy, or doomed to living life resembling Hell.

I am a wrestler. You may have heard of me. My name is Asher Hayes. I am currently competing for the SCW where my record is eleven wins, six losses and zero draws. All of my wins have been on national broadcast television. Most of my losses have been on pay per view. In fact, I haven’t won a damn pay per view match since I signed the dotted line to compete in Supreme Championship Wrestling. It is a tragedy, because the owner, Oleska Drachewych, has an absolute goldmine working for him, yes me, and he doesn’t help me one little…bit. Everything goes to douche bags like Matt Hodges and CHBK. This is where, in my opinion, God comes into play. I believe God has a say so in who does what in the SCW.

I believe this is what happened when I entered into my recent pay per view match up, the biggest event on the SCW's calendar. Yes, I am sure you have heard of this pay per view, it is the SCW's version of the fucking Super Bowl. Yes, I am referring to Rise to Greatness. I was scheduled to face off against the current and still current SCW Adrenaline Champion, Shawn Alexander Cage. And what happened? The Adrenaline Division was defined that night as we put on an adrenaline wrestling classic. But in the end, God flipped the coin, and the faggot picked Shawn to win. I mean, the fact that I had defeated Shawn before Rise to Greatness, didn’t matter. It didn’t come into play. Allow me to lift my middle fingers towards the Heavens….

OK. I am back. Shawn beat me. He got to keep the Adrenaline title and I was left with…nothing. Thanks God. I appreciate all that You have done for me. You have blessed me with a rather large cock, a bangin' body and an awesome head of hair. You have given me the athleticism to have a pretty decent wrestling career. Yet, despite all of that You have blessed me with, You have held me back from attaining something that is rather important in the longevity of a wrestler's career: championship gold. Every time a title has been on the line, You've picked me to fail. And now I am asking…what the fuck? I mean, why do You hate me? What have I done to You, to make You pick me to lose every single championship and pay per view match I am scheduled to participate in?

Do You want me to get saved? Yeah right! Give me a break, Lord. I mean, why should I? Are You going to bribe me and say that I will become the fucking World Heavyweight Champion, should I give my heart to You and except You as my Lord and Savior? Is that it? I doubt it. You do not give into temptation which is why I believe if You were human, that You would remain a virgin. Don’t act like I shouldn’t be angry, because I have every right to be angry. You really fucked me on this one, God, You really fucked me. You can sit on Your throne and go cloud surfing, knowing that Asher Hayes is still a championship less wrestler. Go ahead and sit on Your throne and laugh Your big fucking ass off! Now I would to take the time to say thank you Al Pacino for allowing me to borrow that line from "The Devil's Advocate."

So now what God? You have me placed into the ring against Jason Wheeler. I am sure we have been down this road before and I was the only one who made it to the end, because I beat Jason Wheeler before. Do I have to do it again? I know I really don’t have any say in the matter, because You are like the invisible version of Adolf Hitler, having people die day in and day out. So yes I am facing Jason Wheeler again. But Wheeler is just the starting point. I will get my rematch against Shawn Alexander Cage no matter what it takes.


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Asher Hayes stood on the ledge of the George Washington Bridge. He stared down at the water below him, as cars continued to zoom by. After a few minutes he sat down on the ledge, letting his legs dangle in the night air. He had come to New York to see an old friend. He had called this old friend to meet him on the bridge. His mind wandered for the last week, with images of Rise to Greatness, as he continued to replay the events of his pay per view match against Shawn Alexander Cage. He remembered how angry he was after the match and how he destroyed his locker room and how he went back to the hotel and demolished it. He didn’t take the loss very well as anyone would have guessed. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the images, but they continued to play like it was a movie. Shawn hitting him with his finishing move would rewind and fast forward, pause, like someone was using his brain as a remote. And then, Asher felt a hand press down on his shoulder.

It was his old friend. The friend's name was and still is, Marty Stephens. Marty and Asher were close friends for the first half of Asher's childhood, when he lived in New York City. They were nearly inseparable. Asher called Marty, because for one, he hadn’t seen him in nearly twenty years and because he needed to see an old face. Marty sat down beside Asher and they shook hands and shared a friendly hug. Marty let his legs dangle in the night air as he and Asher just stared out over the water surrounding the city. They were oblivious to the cars, most of them ignoring the speed limit and rules of the road. They sat in silence as the night continued on. Neither man said a word, they just sat on the ledge of the bridge, high above the water. After what seemed to be hours, Asher finally broke the silence.

Asher spoke, his words short, but with meaning, "Thank you for coming, Marty." Marty looked over at Asher and shrugged his shoulders and replied, saying that he wouldn’t have missed it for the world. But little did they know, that this friendship that has withstood the tests of time, would be turned upside down, due to some shocking revelations from both parties. See you soon, same Asher time, same Asher channel.

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Time to put up or shut up…

I remember the commentators saying that after I reviewed my match against Shawn Alexander Cage at Rise to Greatness. The night that supposed to be my night. But now that I look at it, and the realization has set in, I know that nothing is supposed to be. It just is. I lost to Shawn Alexander Cage and that is all it is. It is just a loss. I will have my opportunity. I will have my rematch. I will have my…revenge…

But first…

I have to go through the likes of Jason Wheeler. Once again, he and I will cross paths. He and I have met before and I defeated him soundly. What makes you think I won't do so again? I am sure I have my doubters. Jay Gold likes to doubt me backstage, saying that I didn’t have it in me to beat SAC. I didn’t last Sunday, but I have indeed beaten him before. Shawn has Jason as well this week.

Coincidence? That is a very big maybe.

So Jason, how have you been? Last I saw you, you were spearing Brian Kinney. Wow…how did that feel? Did it give you any sort of satisfaction, to finally tackle him to the ground and being on top of him? I mean, you were practically stalking the guy and leaving him little love letters. It was like I told him. Seeing you and him bicker all over the arenas was like watching "Gays of Our Lives". Thank you for those moments, I never puked so much in my life.

You see, Jason, you are a legend in the SCW. No matter how annoying you are. No matter how overdramatic and overused and overrated you have become, you are still a legend. You are the only six time World Champion. Nobody can take that away from you. If you were to retire right now, you would be remembered for the things I just mentioned. I cannot take anything from you other than victory at Hostility and years off of your life.

That is exactly what I am going to do.

There is no plan, Jason. I don’t have a strategy. I am just going to do what I did a few months ago when beating you was the biggest win of my career. But I have changed since then. I have evolved, Jason. I have only gotten better. People, including you, may think I have lost my edge because I lost to Shawn at Rise to Greatness, but I haven’t. Shawn won on a fluke and that’s all there is to it. He will get his, he will get his.

Shawn is my focus right now, Jason. You…you are just a pawn in this game of chess between he and I. You see, at Hostility, you will not be seen by me as a six time World Champion. I will not see you as a living legend of any sort. Your legacy will mean absolutely nothing to me. I will see you as Shawn Alexander Cage. You will be Shawn instead of Jason Wheeler, at least in my eyes.

Why?

It is fairly simple. You and Shawn have a few things in common right now. He wants to get into the main event picture. You want to get back into the main event picture. You two are fighting on Breakdown and I get you the night after. Consider me a wolf, Jason. I could probably smell Shawn on you even after you've showered. I could sense Shawn being around. When I do sense that, it means it is all over for you. I will bury you, Jason, I will bury you.

I. WILL. BURY. YOU.

Jason, I had the worst night ever Sunday night. It was meant to be my big night and it was taken from me. But this is a time of redemption. This is a time to redeem myself and make up for Sunday night. Beginning Thursday night, I am putting Shawn on notice. I will become Adrenaline Champion. I will stomp everyone placed before me, I will spit on their names. This isn’t a guarantee, this just is…

I have to redeem myself for myself. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Not God, not Oleska Drachewych, none of the other guys in the back, none of their opinions matter to me. I am here to continue making a name for myself. My loss to Shawn, didn’t open my eyes, because they've been open for awhile now. Shawn just happened to be the better man last Sunday. I will prove when the time comes, that I've been the better man out of the feud.

As for you, Jason, I will prove that I am once again, better than you.

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So here it is. Jason Wheeler and I will be stepping into the ring, going one on one once again. This is the second time he and I will compete against one another. Last time, I walked away the victor. This time…we shall see. I mean, Shawn Alexander Cage sure proved that winning the first match up doesn’t mean, you'll win the second. But with Jason Wheeler, it will be different. I will not make a mistake as I did with Shawn. I am going out and I am going for the jugular. I am going in for the kill. Jason Wheeler won't know what hit him until it is too late. I will be walking out of Hostility, as the undisputed victor. Jason Wheeler never had the chance, ladies and gentlemen.

So I made a mistake with Shawn? Yes. I can admit it. I made the mistake that many wrestlers, many boxers, UFC fighters, football teams etc, etc, have made. I underestimated my opponent. I figured since I beat Shawn before, I could easily do it again. That cost me. Now, I get to fight my way back to another shot. I am the only true opponent, the only true contender he really has. We are not finished yet; no matter that fact that he wants to try his best to break through the glass ceiling known as the main event. He and I are destined to redefine the mid card level here in the SCW. We are destined to do battle one more time, just to decide the true winner of our feud. Will Oleska grant me my rematch? I am not holding my breath.

I know he and God are conspiring against me, because they do not want to see me succeed. They want to set me up for failure. It has been a back and forth war for the month or so, but there will be no stopping me. I will become a house hold name in the SCW. I will become a champion in the SCW. I am still the same man that defeated former SCW Champions Brian Kinney and Xander Valentine in back to back weeks, pinning them one, two, three on the canvas. I am still that same guy, but now I am fighting for a different purpose. Those matches, they were just for sport. This time, this is personal. This is my livelihood we are talking about here. I am fighting for my life. That is the way I see it.


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The scene opens up years and years ago, back twenty or so years ago. You are inside of a grocery store and we are introduced to an older man, in his mid thirties, and a small child, maybe around seven or eight. The older man holds the young boy's hand as they stroll through the grocery store. The little boy just seems lost in a daze, while the older man seems to be focused, as if he were on a mission or something.

"We need to have food to survive, you see, food is our number one nourishment," the older man says, as they reach what appears to be the produce section. "We need to eat healthy food, such as green vegetables in order to keep fit and our minds strong. Grab a handful of cucumbers, some onions, broccoli and tomatoes."

The young boy grabs a basket and some plastic bags and begins to place the vegetables the older man named into the bags and into the basket. He knew the routine. He had been down this road before with the older man, the older man being known to him as the Daddy. He finishes gathering the vegetables, as many as he can and races to catch up to the Daddy.

"Good job, little Asher," the Daddy says, patting the little boy on the head, messing up his hair. "You follow directions well. That, kid, will get you ahead in life. It will help you out when the time comes for you to do the great things you are meant to do." The Daddy then places his hand behind the little boy's back and leads him down as the scene slowly fades.

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The scene reopens in the present day, with Asher Hayes and his friend Marty sitting at a table, playing cards. Asher is dealing and it appears they are playing Black Jack, as Asher deals out two cards to himself and to Marty. Marty looks at his cards, then at Asher, then back at his cards, and begins to ponder whether or not he wants Asher to hit him.

"So what will it be, Marty? You want to stay where you're at, or do I need to hit you just a little bit?" Asher says with a slight sneer. He has loved playing cards ever since he was a teenager. His dad taught him how to play as he recalls.

"I believe I want you to hit just a small bit. Not too hard though, I need to keep my facial features intact." Marty replies, with a smile on his face. He was still rather skeptical about getting another card added to his hand. He didn’t want to go over, but he didn’t want to stay under twenty one either.

Asher flips out a card. Marty picks it up and his eyes squint. Asher picks up on this and smirks to himself. He looks down at his cards and they are set. He looks back over at Marty, who seems to be struggling. "Do you want me to hit you again, Marty?"

"No, I believe I am going to stay right where I am. What do you have?" Marty says with a sneer himself. Asher doesn’t fret though. He shrugs his shoulders and flips over his cards. He holds a king and an ace. Marty throws down his cards, revealing them to be a king, a four and a six.

"Close, but no cigar, Marty. Shall we play again?", Asher asks, as he begins to shuffle the deck. Marty scratches his head, then nods it yes. Asher finishes shuffling the cards, and begins to deal them out, one to Marty, one to himself, one to Marty, and one more for himself. Both men look at their cards.

"So how have you been, Asher? I mean, since you made your wrestling debut? I haven’t had the chance to watch any of your matches except for your second one," Marty says as he looks at his cards, contemplating his next move.

"Well, everything was going good until…I discovered the truth. You see…."Asher stops and looks at his cards. He dealt himself a horrible hand. A four of spades and a three of diamonds.

"You discovered what truth?" Marty asks, as he figures out his next move, "Hit me, Asher, just a little bit more if you don’t mind sir." Asher flips him out another card. Marty picks it up and smiles to himself, feeling as if victory will soon be his.

Asher deals himself another card and smile appears on his face to, as he replies to Marty's previous question, "I discovered that the owner of the SCW, the promotion I work for, is working with God and both are trying to destroy my career. Oley is a punk. God…He's just a bitch."

As soon as the words echo in Marty's ears, he slams his fist down on the table and glares at Asher. Asher looks at him a bit concerned, or astounded, because he has never seen Marty like this before. "Why would you curse God like that, Asher? He hasn’t done anything to you, but give you the things you have. Why would you do that?"

"He has cheated me out some pretty big things, Marty. Why do you care? I mean, when did you get so high strung and over God for that matter?" Asher asks with a hint of disgust in his voice.

"I've been saved, Asher. I have given my heart to God…"

"Oh fuck me in the dick, Marty. What kind of bullshit is that man? I have given my heart to God? Why would you do that? You should know all God is going to do is fucking break it."

Marty doesn’t respond. He glares at Asher, and then tosses his cards on the table. He then turns away and walks past Asher with his head down. Asher sits in silence for a few minutes, before leaning forward and stretching his arm over the table, grabbing Marty's cards to see what his hand was. He flips them over and sees a king and an ace…he had twenty one. Asher had seventeen.

Asher gets up from the table and throws down a few bucks and walks out of the little bar he and Marty were in. He steps outside and the summer night air rushes around him. He looks around and finds Marty sitting at a bus stop. Asher walks over and sits down beside him.

"Would you like to come to the matches with me tomorrow night, Marty?" Asher asks, trying to cool things a bit. Marty stares out across the highway, not saying a word. Asher looks at the cracked concrete at his feet and doesn’t ask the question again, because he knew he had crossed a line with his longtime friend. After a few minutes of silence, Asher gets up from the bench and begins walking away, when Marty finally responds.

"Sure…"

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Marty stands outside of a closed door. He and Asher had met two young ladies at a café on the way to the hotel Asher was staying at. Asher had talked the girls into a nightcap which led to other things, which is why Marty is standing outside of the door, which leads to the young ladies' bedroom. He was ready to go. He was a married man with two kids. He didn’t want to be here, in this situation. A few minutes later, Asher walks outside of the room, pulling his shirt on, with a smile on his face.

"OK we can go…"

"Did you happen to get their names, Asher?" Marty asks with a look of disgust on his face. Asher shakes his head no and brushes his hair with a pocket comb. "Well, did you use protection?"

Asher smiles from ear to ear and responds, "I put my hand on a Bible that they had. If God cares about me, then I shouldn’t get anything, right?" Asher punches Marty in the shoulder and begins laughing like a hyena as they walk out of the apartment. Marty wasn’t OK with Asher's attitude towards God, but little did he know, that it was only going to get worse for him.

To Be Continued….

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Redemption is what this Thursday night will be about. I will be going out to redeem myself in front of the booking committee and the championship and contender committee, so they pick me to face Shawn Alexander Cage once more for the Adrenaline Championship. I have been pitted against the same man Shawn faces at Breakdown tonight, Jason Wheeler.

I told you Jason, I am like a wolf and Shawn is my prey. I will smell Shawn on you at Hostility, and that just spells big trouble for you. B-I-G T-R-O-U-B-L-E! Yes, Jason, I will see Shawn's face where yours should be. I am not concerned with you. I am concerned with proving that I am better than Shawn Alexander Cage once and for all. You can call it an obsession or whatever you want, just know that you should choose your words carefully, seeing how we are stepping into the same ring tomorrow night.

Hell I may even make a surprise appearance at Breakdown…

I said tomorrow night is about my redemption. My redemption! I will do whatever it takes to ensure myself the victory. I don’t care if I have to lie, cheat, or steal, Wheeler. I really don’t care. You want to be the hero, go for it, I will make a mockery of you inside of that ring. After tomorrow night, redemption will be spelled A-S-H-E-R H-A-Y-E-S. After tomorrow night is over, it's about revenge…

Here's to your revolution, Jason….

Fuck you. Its going to end before it even starts….nice try though…

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OOC: WHEW! Ok Asher, here is my rp. Sorry for last minute but i DID have Shawn Cage too. I hope you understand and that you enjoyed writing your rps as much as I liked writing this one. Good luck.





Act III: The Day The World Stopped
Scene I: The Morning Everything Changed
Timeline: The Morning Following Act II Scene I (See Breakdown Board)
Two Days After Rise To Greatness

The sunrays were barely skimming the Earth when Jason Wheeler opened his eyes. His body felt pretty good, even though it was just awakening. In fact, he hadn’t felt this zen like in ages.

Nadine had been right. An Orgasm was just what the doctor… err bartender… ordered. Heh, actually it had been about 4, but still. Maybe if the rest of SCW was getting laid, they wouldn’t be so pissed off twenty four seven.

Guys like Shawn Cage, and Asher… they took everything too seriously. Of course, there was always time to be serious, but guys like them, especially Asher, seemed serious ALL the time.

Shaking his head clear of Asher Hayes, his opponent for Hostility, he turned to find the other side of his bed… empty.

Wheeler: Hm…

He sat up in his bed, stretching his limbs, hearing the cracking of his limbs. He groaned to himself. He was not getting any younger.

The hero of time felt around for his pants, putting them on as soon as he found them. It was then he heard the noise. Not a threatening one by any means, but rather the sound of a dish, or a cup perhaps, being placed on his marble counter. Having a strong idea who it was, Wheeler made his way to the source of the sound, the kitchen.

He was right.

John Ryans stood there, pouring himself a cup of freshly brewed coffee. He, like Wheeler, was glad in his jeans. With a smile, he acknowledged the Hero of Time.

Ryans: You are by far… the soundest sleeper I have ever seen.

He poured another cup of coffee, looking up at Wheeler. To himself, Wheeler thanked God he hadn’t picked up a sissy guy. Ryans enjoyed men, like Kinney, but that is where their similarities ended. John was still more man than most ‘straight’ guys could ever dream of being, much like Wheeler. Throughout the night, not once had Ryans tried to start cuddling like a fag. They both knew what last night was, and what it wasn’t was the start of a relationship. What happened last night had only one purpose… sex. Insane, animalistic, no strings attached sex… and it had been good.

Wheeler smirked as he drew closer to John Ryans. The young, roguish Ryans held up a cup of coffee for his last night fling.

Ryans: Coffee?

The hero of time took the cup of joe. He gave it a sip, not bad at all. With a nod of thanks, he swallowed a huge gulp of the stuff.

Wheeler: Let me tell ya about last night, John… Wow.

John shrugged his shoulders, letting a grin escape his lips.

Ryans: Ah don’t got all girly on me. You weren’t so bad yourself. Hope that cleared your head for next week.

Wheeler: I wasn’t ever worried about Shawn Alexander Cage… and especially not Asher Hayes.

Ryans: Why not Hayes?

Wheeler: Though I have lost to Asher once before, I was just dicking around like I usually do on the weekday shows. Despite going at Asher half assed, I still almost beat him.

Ryans: So…

Wheeler: Well imagine what happens if I actually ATTEMPTED to defeat Asher Hayes.

Ryans: Yikes. Sounds bad for him.

Wheeler: And fun for me.

Ryans: Well, I’m glad I can be of service.

Wheeler: Well I’m not totally clear headed just yet.

Ryans picked up the hint almost immediately, and put down his coffee cup. He didn’t get a chance to act on it though as right at that moment, the door was busted open, and about twenty five armed cops were shouting for the two to freeze.

Wheeler: What the hell is this?

Cop 1: Get the fuck down!

Wheeler: How bout you shut the fuck up, and get out of my hotel!

Cop 2: HE SAID GET YOUR ASS DOWN!

Wheeler: No, he said, ‘Get the fuck down’, but whatever.

Ryans: What are you doing here?

Cop 1: Do as I say!

Wheeler: NOT without an explanation!

Cop 2: We’re here to arrest you.

Ryans: Me?!

Wheeler: No, John. I think they are here for me.

Cop 3: That’s correct. We are ordered to take you into our custody. So, you can either do what we say, or we can take you there by force. Believe me, after all you put us through, we are more than happy to use force.

Ryans: You told me you were having problems with asinine cops… didn’t think they would literally break down your door.

Wheeler: Happens to me all the time. These assholes have been ripping apart my life for ages. They keeps accusing me of my fiance’s kidnapping.

Ryans: You’re engaged?

Wheeler: She disappeared 6 months ago.

Cop 1: Shut up, you fucking fairy!

Ryans: Hey… watch your tone.

Cop 2: Don’t make us take you in too, faggot.

Wheeler: Just ignore them. Alright, fine. You want to take me in, fine, but you better have a damn good reason. If I hear one more hair brained theory about Demeter, I am going to sue your entire precinct into the ground.

Cop 1: Whatever, put your hands behind your back.

Wheeler did as he was told, hoping to God that this was not going to get on the media wave. Last thing he needed was to become the next Brian Kinney. One of the cops handcuffed him from behind and proceeded to push him out the door. The cops muttered as many insults as they humanly could. Wheeler ignored them easily as they pushed him towards the elevator. The cop hit the button to summon it, and within seconds, they were pushing Wheeler through its opened doors.

Cop 2: Give us the key for this thing!

Wheeler: My hands are tied.

Cop 3: Fine. I’ll get it.

While the cop went through the hero’s pockets, Wheeler looked to the cops leaning against the wall with their guns still pointed at him.

Wheeler: How did you guys get in if you didn’t have the key?

Cop 1: We stopped it on the twelfth floor. Just like last time.

Cop 2: SHUT UP!

The second cop emphasized his partner’s incompetence with a jab in the ribs. Wheeler noticed the mistake immediately.

Wheeler: So you DID ransack my place last time I was dragged to your precinct.

Cop 2: Hey! Keep quiet. Don’t act like you know anything, Wheeler.

Wheeler: I know that this is harassment. You tore through my house from top to bottom, and what did you find?

The two cops remained silent while the third pulled out the key from the Hero’s pocket. The idiot fumbled the key as he looked at its XIII insignia. The rod iron key sounded almost like thunder against the elevator floor.

Wheeler: That’s right… you found nothing. You broke into my house illegally, destroyed my private possessions, AND you kept me in your interrogation room for hours on end without giving me a reason. This time around, I have a witness, so if you try a fiasco like last time… you’ll soon be manning a police station in Alaska by the time I get through with you.

Cop 1: Yeah… really scared, when we have a warrant to arrest you and charge you in a court of law. Now say good bye to your boyfriend, Wheeler.

Wheeler shook his head. He looked to Ryans who just nodded. Wheeler did the same. Shame that such a crappy thing happened when the day had started so well. As the doors closed, Wheeler looked at the cop who had just made the pathetic attempt at an insult.

Wheeler: Charge me… for what?

Cop 2: Heh, like you don’t know.

Wheeler: Can you just five me a straight answer! For once! What am I getting charged with?!

The three cops looked to one another, but did not speak. It took swallowing every last ounce of pride to do it, but with one heavy gulp (metaphorically and physically) he turned to the cops, his head hanging low.

Wheeler: Please.

The one cop, the dumb one, must have felt something because he said one word. That one word, however, would change Wheeler’s life for quite some time.

Cop 2: Murder.

Murder… Wheeler could not even react to that. His body and mind went into shock. They had won… even though he had not killed anyone… Demeter’s family… the cops… everyone who had been against him… had just defeated the Hero of Time.

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Scene II: Taking A Break From The Drama (on camera)
Promo To Be Aired The Afternoon Before Hostility

Jason Wheeler stands, or crouches rather, upon a thin, almost invisible, string. The camera does a three sixty around him, and then looks under him. The land below him is divided by a parallel that runs right under tight rope. On one side, to the left, was chaos. Fire and lava spewed forth like a lava of death and destruction. Truly, if Hell could be manifested in this life… this is what it would look like. The other side, the side to the right was the exact opposite, sporting clouds and calm skies. If Hell was to the left, than this must be, without question, Heaven.

Jason Wheeler crouches right between them. However, he performs a handstand, and gets himself fall backwards so that now, he is lying on his back, balancing perfectly on the meridian. He looks up to the camera with a smile.

Wheeler: Existing between heaven and hell. Perfectly balanced between paradise and oblivion. Neither Saint nor Sinner, but the perfect epitome of neutrality. THAT is what I am. That is WHO I am.

Wheeler rocks back and forth with the string as the wind blows. He seem un-phased by the motion, but rather keeps his eyes on the camera.

Wheeler: Now then… either you and Shawn are both slow on the uptake, Asher, or I have not made myself clear. Every time you talk about me, you keep mocking me for wanting to SAVE SCW. And yet, I have made it clear that this is not I wish at all. So… once more, let me say it again, and this time try and get it right.

Wheeler runs a hand through his hair while he balances over this hellish, yet heavenly, chasm.

Wheeler: I may be the hero of time, but I am not here to SAVE the world I had once defended. Far from it. As a matter of fact, I will take quite the pleasure in watching SCW burn! That will be quite interesting to see, that is for sure. But let’s not talk about SCW’s fate right now. I just wanted to point out a flaw in Asher Hayes. After all, he has plenty. You know, while we are on the subject, let’s talk about Asher Hayes, and his many flaws.

Wheeler stretches on the rope, making himself more comfortable.

Wheeler: Well where to start? How about the night you beat me. Asher, I can’t believe that YOU actually think that YOU are better than me, just because you have a victory over me. Boy you really can’t stop making mistakes now can you. Like Cage, a man I am sure you know so well, has learned… the Jason Wheeler of old never pushed himself too hard on Breakdown and Hostility. Instead, he used that time to give the younger talent a chance to push their characters. Shawn Alexander Cage took advantage of that, and so did you, Asher Hayes. I was generous to you Asher, but like many others, you let that go straight to your head. You confused my mercy with your greatness… a greatness that only you can see. For you see, you were given the chance to prove that you deserved to compete with the best. All you had to do was defeat Shawn Cage. But alas, you could not.

Wheeler let out a laugh and clapped his hands together.

Wheeler: Let me put it another way so you can understand, Asher. You failed, and not only did you do that… but you failed miserably. It was embarrassing! Sorry, Asher, but you are not greater than I, as you so eloquently put it. You could NEVER be what I am and before you get the chance to twist that every which way, let me make it perfectly clear, so there can be cause no confusion later on.

Wheeler smirks at the camera.

Wheeler: What am I? I am all the SCW represents, Asher. I am SUPREME. I am THE CHAMPION of CHAMPIONS. They call me the Hero of Time for a reason… or Anti Hero… depends who you ask. Personally, I could care less. What I am not, however, is content to continue giving neophytes like you and Shawn Cage a chance at greatness only to watch them butcher it like a piece of meat.

Wheeler reaches into his pocket and pulls out a glass framed picture of Asher Hayes. He looks at it, his resolve and coolness starting to slip.

Wheeler: I GAVE Nathan Kaye the United States title… and what does he do with it? Nothing! Absolutly NOTHING! You did no better, Asher! I GAVE you a victory against me, and how do you use it? You don’t! You get completely and utterly destroyed by Cage. You failed, Asher Hayes! And on the grandest stage of them all. How dare you! How DARE YOU do that to MY generosity.

Wheeler hauls back and punches the glass picture, shattering it. The excess force sends him spinning to the left, almost falling off the rope to the divided chaos below. He cries out as he falls, but his hand reaches up and grabs the rope.

Wheeler: Shit!

He swings himself up, getting back on the string. He looks to his hand, as small pieces of glasses are embedded in his hand, cause it to bleed. As he crouches there, he tries to shake his hand free of the embedded fragments.

Wheeler: Whatever, Asher. My victory to you was a loan, and your free ride on borrowed time is over. The time has come for you to pay your loan, or you’re your maker… preferably both. You may have it already penned down in that sorry excuse of a brain that you have already beaten me. You may have what you call a fool proof strategy, and who knows, you may even have a secret weapon awaiting me. Perhaps you really ARE invincible to most men… except, I am not common man. Not even you can out run what you owe me for my gift that you besmirched. The time has come for you to pay.

The hero of time stands up on the string and walks calmly across. The camera follows him as he bears his trademark Cheshire Cat Smile.

Wheeler: See, here’s a news flash for you… come Hostility, I’m the repo man… and you’re out of business. And just like I will with Supreme Championship Wrestling, Asher, I am going to thoroughly enjoy watching you burn!

Jason Wheeler continues walking while the camera watches him go… walking the path of neither Savior or Satan. The camera fades at that sight as the picture of Asher Hayes, falls down like a leaf into the chaotic chasm below.

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Scene III: Back To The Swing Of Things (off camera)
Several Hours Following Act III Scene I

The interrogation room… Jason Wheeler knew it well. He was getting used to it… which was actually really sad considering he was NEVER guilty of anything. Wheeler sat, not in his usual arrogant way, but actually one of pensive concentration.

How could this have happened? Murder? The cops who had arrested him did not tell him anything else, but Wheeler, though he had been drunk last night, remembered everything. That brute that he and Ryans had dispatched was NOT dead, by any means. There was no way a simple fall had caused death. Wheeler had checked on that before he left. From there, all he had done was take Ryans home… and Ryans was not dead either. He may be sore, but that was about it.

So the question was simple. What were the cops trying to pin on him? And how was he going to turn this around before it was too late.

The door swung open and the Hero was greeted to an old friendly sight. That of the plumb frame of the Deputy Director. Bullock sighed, closing the door behind him. Wheeler stood up watching him making his way to the Two Way mirror. He pulled the curtain down in front of it, and then made his way to the recorder that was sitting on the table. The cops had put it there, but no one had used it. Bullock just checked that it was off, and upon realizing it was, he made his way to Wheeler, before embracing him.

Though it was certainly a warm embrace, the mere fact that Bullock was doing such a thing sent a bad vibe down the spin of the Hero of time. The Deputy Director whispered into the ear of the six time SCW Champion.

Bullock (whispering): I’m sorry, Jason.

Wheeler: I know… I really do.

They released each other slowly, and then sat down across from each other. Wheeler buried his head in his hands. He didn’t know what to say to his old friend. Luckily, Bullock did.

Bullock: Jason… I am GOING to fix it.

Wheeler: Avery, listen to me. I want to know. Who are they saying I killed?

Bullock: Jason, it doesn’t matter. I know you didn’t do it. It’s another trap. I can’t figure out who is doing this behind my back, but I will find them soon, and this bullshit will stop.

Wheeler: Before or after my life is destroyed?

Bullock: Preferably before… I hope.

Wheeler: You are actually going to go through putting me on trial for murder?! For a crime you JUST admitted that I was innocent of.

Bullock: It’s out of my hands. The FBI is taking a hold of this. NYPD is the only place I can control.

Wheeler: And you’re REALLY doing a great job of that, Avery. You do realize that I have not one but possibly TWO HUGE matches against two of the best in SCW’s roster. I’m serious. One of them is hard enough, but I asked for both thinking that I could handle it. What I CAN’T do is handle is that, AND being accused of bloody murder, so you better fix this, and you better fix it NOW!

It was now Bullock’s turn to bury his head in his hands, and for a moment, Wheeler felt guilty. However, it passed quickly. If he wanted to face Cage and Hayes, and be successful against them, he required total concentration. Thanks to this little drama, this was now impossible.

Wheeler: Answer my question please, Avery. Who have I allegedly killed?

Bullock sighed, and looked behind him, as if he could see if anyone else was watching. He leaned in close to whisper the answer.

Bullock: Charles… Wheeler.

Wheeler’s jaw dropped. He felt the blood in his veins turn to ice, and his pensive deep thinking was now replaced by near uncontrollable rage. He wanted to haul back and punch a whole through Bullock’s head. But he kept it in… until he heard that voice in his head.

IT: ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT! I’M TAKING IT OVER!

Wheeler could only watch as his body suddenly spurned to life. He grabbed the record and whipped it right at the curtains. The sound of glass shattering was what he expected to hear, but then he remembered that it was bullet proof.

IT: FINE! THE FAT GUY GETS HIS HEAD SMASHED IN!

Wheeler jumped back into control forcing himself to suppress IT.

‘KEEP YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT! YOU AREN’T HELPING!’

IT: Are you crazy?!

‘NO! YOU ARE! THAT’S THE PROBLEM! NOW SHUT UP!

Wheeler looked to Avery, who actually seemed unphased by the whole thing. Wheeler sat down. With a sigh, he returned his head to his hands.

Wheeler: So… despite me begging your precinct to continue the investigation regarding my father’s dead… you decide to go one eighty on me, and blame ME for it. SOMEBODY IS GOING TO SEE THE LACK OF LOGIC IN THIS FIASCO!

Bullock: Oh yeah, no doubts there. However… we have to follow procedure. The FBI wants to charge you, and they are in control here, Jason. Do you not understand my position?!

Wheeler: Yeah… and you can see mine. This has Kiera’s family written all over it.

Bullock: I agree…

Wheeler: And they are getting away with it.

Bullock nodded, and Wheeler felt IT trying to get control again as his rage grew. It was like something out of the Incredible Hulk, only Wheeler was A LOT hotter than Edward Norton.

Bullock: You know… I always thought you were straight, Jason.

Wheeler looked up at Bullock who looked almost pleadingly with him to keep talking to him. Jason nodded. Perhaps talking would be easier than leaving his thoughts to take control of him.

Wheeler: Never said I was straight, Avery.

Bullock: Well what about Kiera?

Wheeler shrugged. For the first time since he got there, the Hero of time let a smile escape him.

Wheeler: Never said I was gay either.

Bullock: So… you are bisexual?

Wheeler let out a laugh, almost surprised that he did. Laughing at a time like this? Only with a guy like Avery. The laugh actually seemed to calm Bullock. He stopped breathing so hard, and actually relaxed in his chair.

Wheeler: You people and your titles. I prefer to think of myself as a modern kind of guy for these modern times.

Bullock: So… that means?

Wheeler: Pretty much anything with a postal code.

Now it was Bullock’s turn to laugh. One which Wheeler was more than happy to join in. Wheeler was sure if anyone saw them, they’d think they were both crazy.

Wheeler: Does it bother you?

Bullock: What?

Wheeler: Knowing that about me.

Bullock: You would think so, me being a Catholic and all, but not really. It actually, I don’t know, kinda fits.

Wheeler: Fits?

Bullock: Well you never were one to just fit in. More or less, you tend to kind of stick out. Never part of the status quo. From your style of clothing to your way of doing those interviewy things.

Wheeler: Promos?

Bullock: Yeah… I mean there’s guys like that Cage guy you’re facing, and whose that other guy?

Wheeler: Asher Hayes?

Bullock: Ok whoever he is. Anyway, you never did anything like any of them. You always had your own way.

Wheeler: It gets people’s attention.

He was calm now. They both were. Avery must have felt he could try and tell Wheeler the rest of what needed to be said.

Bullock: I called your lawyer, Jason. Reese said that he would start his argument right away.

Wheeler (nodding): Good. Reese will make an ass out of this case.

Bullock: I know. He’ll get you off without any of us interfering.

Wheeler: Still… I’m not going to jail. Not for this, Avery.

Bullock: I know.

Suddenly, as if hit by lightning, Wheeler had an idea. A really… REALLY good idea. With a smile, he tried to put the idea together quickly in his head… and the result was gold. Avery did not know what to make of it.

Bullock: Jason? What’s that smile for? Are you ok?

Wheeler: Yeah… in fact… I think you SHOULD put me in jail, Deputy Director Bullock.

Bullock: Are you crazy?!

Wheeler: Oh contraire. Listen to me for a second.

Bullock leaned in so that Wheeler could whisper into his ear. Very soon, he too was sporting a smile identical to the Hero of Time.

It was a good plan… a REALLY good plan.

And the best part was… it could most certainly work!

Fin
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