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| Face to Faith; The IWC Edition Episodes | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 5 2010, 02:51 PM (78 Views) | |
| Faust | Feb 5 2010, 02:51 PM Post #1 |
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[In case anyone cares, I will be posting in this thread all the promos and rps for the IWC editions of Face to Faith - which are the rps for Jason Zero. This will help bridge any gaps or possibly give my opponents more to work with if they wish. I will just keep replying to this post instead of making new ones each week, Any comments can be PMed to me. Thanks all and enjoy] --------------------------- ----------------------------------------------- [align=center][OOC: Hello All. Consider this a prologue. After SCW’s Breakdown, I needed to make a response. Expect a much bigger (and I daresay more exciting second Rp. Good Luck all.) Theme for Face to Faith: IWC Edition: Episode 01 I tried to warn you all… I spoke to IWC of its impending change… There was more time than any of you deserved… The People were ready for it… But you weren’t, And Now… You are caught in the storm. The storm of storms, superstars of the IWC. Torn left and right in a cyclone that now barrels through IWC like a damned juggernaught. Nothing can stop it, now that it has begun. This is what I told you would come. THIS is Ragnarok. To dispel even the smallest bit of confusion or apprehension, let me clear the air now. I am he that was called Zero. I am the man behind the mask that spoke to you. You once knew me as Jason Wheeler, but we will get to that at a later date. For now, let me swear that there is no trickery here like what Christian Savior and his lap dog, Porno Lad, tried to pull off. I was, am, and always will be the man that you have come to call Zero. Nothing has changed in my promise. I gave my word to defend the people. I gave my word to be the champion that they had lacked. My word is what I will keep. It is not so with others in IWC. I already know this as do you all. Kingdom wanted to believe he was immune to the judgment of those who had once cheered for him. To him, he was the perfect champion. But we now know better, don’t we? We have seen what happens when one puts himself beyond judgment. Judgment found you, John. Found you, tried you, and found you wanting. Now, you have nothing. Welcome to the absolute value, John. Welcome to Zero level. Perhaps now you can give back. Perhaps now you can fight for the people again, but that’s up to you. We are allies only from the first bell to the final. Then, I walk away. You choose to follow my path or you choose to ignore it. It makes little difference to me. In one night, the name of Zero took down not one but both of the warring factions strongest. You can claim that it was Savior that bested you, and not I, or you can blame your misfortune on the cowardly attacks by Jackson Adams. It makes little difference to me. Savior cannot even claim that he bested you. Zero did. It was the name of Zero that made you unsure. It was the armor of Zero that made you second guess. Against Savior, what would that mean to someone like you? Nothing. But you should have seen this coming. John, it was blatantly obvious what Savior would try to do. The man needs the IWC title. He craves it. Had I not dethroned him the moment he won the title so easily from you, we would have had to endure his tyranny once more. No, John, you may have been the one standing tall in the ring at the end of Riot, but it was Jason Zero who stood over all of you, watching your senseless little war over control When are you going to learn? All of you! You fight over a ship that is sinking into the abyss. There is nothing left of IWC that can be controlled. You are basically playing hot potato, and the last person in control of IWC is who I will target to engulf the last remnants of IWC’s de-mock-cracy into perfect chaos. The only question is that will it be Christian, as I hope, who will champion over the rest of you mindless rodents that fight this war, or will it be someone else. Either way, John, nothing is going to stop this change. This Riot, the world will watch as you desperately try to justify why you have no title. They won’t believe you, because they are not your sheep anymore. They are not meant to be herded. The time of you misdirecting and deceiving the people has come to an end. Savior was a villain but he was honest about it. NOW it cannot be denied. You are no better than he. You tried to slither your way through the ranks, and now that you have been exposed, your only course of action is to target me and what I am as Jason Zero… The only thing is, John. No one is listening anymore. No one… Welcome to the new IWC. ====== ================== ======================== [Face To Faith: The IWC Edition] [January 31, 2010: I, Zero] [An Unknown Park In An Unknown Town: Daybreak] The next twenty four hours following the birth of Ragnarok and, perhaps, the most monumental title exchange in the history of Riot were the hardest for me. I had hoped that Savior would have done something to this effect, and I was more than content with beginning the reign of Chaos from his ashes. In fact, I had relished that all had gone according to plan. The people had been served, the Kingdom had fallen, and the Phoenix had realized that even the legendary firebird could not truly defeat chaos. On that night, IWC belonged to the White Wolf of the West. On that night, both empires were forced to take a step back and recognize that in both of their paths, the biggest threat to the damned war they seemed so eager to fight… was me. THIS is where I was finding difficulty with controlling myself within my own brain. I had been unable to sleep, and during the day, my mind swam with all I had done. Yes, I had expected this reaction within myself to happen. It was the last elements of what once had consumed me still picking away. It had every right to. What I was proposing to do to myself was both highly lucrative and highly dangerous. Jason Wheeler wouldn’t have attempted this. He had a life to think of outside of SCW and the IWC. What I wanted to do threaten all of that. I wasn’t waging warfare on just the other side of the battle field. I was waging war on both sides. Not even Savior would soon have an enemy list as long as mine. Wait… I realized as I sat down in the park, the wind whipped gently through my hair. I was sure it was cold, but I didn’t feel anything but a soft chill. I had forgotten about the new Alpha Generation. I was sure that Jackson Adams would try to recruit me at least once seeing as I was one of the few independent superstars on the roster, the others being the likes of the X Class Champion Fox Arcane, and Max Craven. I was probably the hottest free agent, and I intended to keep it that way. None of the sides had it right. They were trying to make something out of nothing. To me, it reminded me of someone trying to build a castle on top of water. Sooner or later, the right wave would knock it all over. As Kassie had said… that was me. ![]() But within twenty four hours of my title liberation, I was placed in the next logical step regarding the IWC. I was put in a tag match against Jackson Adams and Porno Lad. My partner… the man who would no doubt make some kind of argument that he did not rightfully lose the title. That was Johnny Kingdom. The vision of his smug face flashed before my eyes like a damn projector in my mind. I truly hated that guy. It wasn’t because he lacked actual talent as a wrestler, but he reminded me too much of the local bully in the playground. It was easy for him to push around everyone else weaker than him. But when someone finally stood up to him and put him in his place, he cried louder and longer than any other kid that he had ever beaten up. Even though I stood as IWC Champion now, I didn’t care about losing it straight up now. Not one single bit. The recognition was there, and if someone could ever take it from me, then it meant that a stronger man would lay hold to it. The throne was mine. It would stay mine, title or no. That said, though I didn’t care about losing the IWC title now, I DID care about HOW I would lose it. I knew losing it was inevitable. In fact, not only was it inevitable, it was destined to happen. I had reached the pinnacle in IWC, and just like King Arthur when he constructed the round table, Jason Zero could climb no higher. He could only stay on the mountain as long as he was able. Then, the fall would come. It was unavoidable, and I had no intention of hanging on for too long, like Kingdom, Savior, and perhaps even Cruze, although I use his example hesitantly, had, and were, doing. I had once asked Hurse when I first came to IWC when no one knew me what he thought of IWC, and he had told me that it was an empire built on ancient foundation. He was right. The pillars of IWC: Kingdom, Cruze, Savior, Chapel, AWOL, Hurse himself, and Too Magnificent. I had learned well from that lesson and it had taken me two years, but slowly, I had removed pillar after pillar. Chapel had been first. Then Cruze was sent towards the abyss, and he has not been the same since. Savior has never gotten the better of me, and his existence since my involvement in the IWC was one of a crippled old man who needed to lean on others for life support. His pillar was crushed, although I still intended to hunt him for a much different reason. That left AWOL, Too Magnificent, Hurse… and unfortunately, Kingdom. I would have to face him again. I knew that was unavoidable. He had a rightful claim to face me, the REAL me. I knew I could defeat him, and had Savior not gotten involved, I would have done just that. Of course, the way it all went down was far more entertaining and quite more theatrical, something that I could never not enjoy. Kingdom could come, but he had no army that would call him leader. Even if he combined his forces against the Five Star Society, he was not going to face one of those cronies in that grouop when he faced me. He would face the only man who did not need an army to defeat the true forces of evil that he was so sure he was fighting. I stopped, willing my brain to stop thinking so much of the IWC. It was difficult. Since lately, every time I had thought about the IWC, it was like opening a floodgate. I let the air fully fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. I had rested enough, getting to my feet and taking off again continuing my run. My mind did eventually return to the IWC, and that was fine, but for a few fbrief minutes, I was able to just enjoy the world around me. For a little while, the ever changing chess board that was the landscape of IWC was a far away thought in my mind. [Several Days Later: Some Time Following the Events of SCW’s Breakdown: Noon: Unknown Press Conference Room] She dusted off my shoulders, making sure there wasn’t any sort of fluff on my shoulders. She was quiet today. I couldn’t blame Kassie either. We had not expected what had happened. She couldn’t even bring herself to look me in the eyes. We had been prepared for just about everything, but we had not expected this. For over three years, Kassie’s husband had disappeared, fallen off the face of the map. No one had been able to locate him, and now… he had resurfaced. Adam Riddick had returned to the SCW. I had been surprised by my own reaction to the news of Riddick’s return when I had learned of it. One has to recall that my family are not the most trust worthy individuals in the world. As a matter of fact, both Riddick and Savior had made their careers by screwing me over. The last time all three of us had been in the ring, I had bested both of them, proving that I, indeed, was the strongest. Since then, I had defeated Christian Savior at every turn, but Riddick had disappeared. He had left Kassie, and the children they had. I had had to step in. I didn’t deserve a medal for it. It was merely another fact in what could become a problem. Despite being my brother, I did not want Kassie to be anywhere near him. He had no right to hurt her again. I wouldn’t allow it. If necessary, I would end Riddick’s SCW return before it even began. Adam was no fool like Christian. He knew I could do it too, and I would without hesitation. For now, however, I had to wait this one out, something that I did NOT want to do. Pins and needles were not a comfortable seat. ’30 seconds, Mr. Wheeler.’ Came the voice of the tech guy. I looked over to him with a glare that could have shot lasers if I was superman. ‘It’s Zero. You know that.’ I pointed to him, giving him his first, and last, warning. The hired hand nodded and walked off. Kassie was still going over my suit, making sure everything looked perfect. I don’t know why I did what I did, but perhaps I was overcome. I reached out and drew her close in an embrace. She wanted to cry. I could tell. I have never been good at reading women, but Kassie was different. ‘It’s ok. We’re going to deal with this as soon as we are done here, alright?’ She could only nod. I could not imagine in my wildest dreams what she was going through. Hopefully, IWC would be safe from Riddick. If he returned to both, then I would have no choice. I would redirect my energies to have him watched. He was not going to hurt Kassie. Not again. I let her go. She couldn’t come out with me. She wasn’t in the right frame of mind. With a sigh, I turned and walked out of the curtain. They were starting to introduce me from the sounds of it, and the moment my eyes caught the light, there were nearly two dozen other lights blasting at me from cameras. I was used to this, waving to them before taking my seat where several microphones had been placed in front of me. The intro guy was still talking. ‘Good afternoon. Before we begin, let me say that Mr. Zero’s associate, Kassie Khane - -‘ As if on cue, the swarm of reporters started clapping. I had no clue what they were clapping out until I heard the ‘clacking’ of high heels. I turned to see Kassie, her eyes somewhat watery but disguisable in the light. She had a big smile on her face. Whether it was false or not, even I couldn’t be sure, but there she was, taking her seat beside me. I put my hand over the microphones, leaning in to whisper to her. ‘You don’t have to do this, you know.’ ‘Yes’ she replied, ‘I really do.’ She spoke first, me sitting there unsure what she meant by that. ![]() ‘Last Riot, you all saw what happened. The world of IWC was plunged into complete chaos. The battle lines have been drawn and as three armies prepare to wage war, there is only one person ready to stand in the middle to stop this senseless war. Ladies and Gentlemen, the IWC World Heavyweight Champion, Jason Zero.’ She gestured to me with her hand, compelling me to rise to me feet. She did her job, and did it well, despite what she was going through. She sat down as I stepped forward. I tried not to look directly at her. It would have most definitely distracted me. I leaned forward, and everyone calmed down almost on command. ![]() ‘Good Afternoon. Ms. Khane could not have said it better. IWC is on the verge of complete and utter war. Five Star Society to the right, The Empire and the MOUSA to the left, and somewhere in the middle stands the new Alpha Generation. They are all gathering their forces and soon, they will be ready to wage war on one another. This Riot, we are going to see the existence of the fourth player in this deadly game of chess. I have no army. I need no army. The tribes send their best fighters to fight in a tag match, and I will stand amongst them, not as an enemy or an ally, but as their fate. Their destiny that will reduce them to rubble by that master stroke of a single brush. Their colossuses cannot and will not stand when Chaos comes to IWC this Riot.’ I took a longer breath. It wasn’t an awe inspiring speech like Lincoln or William Wallace may deliver, but it served its purpose. ‘I will now take questions.’ On cue again, the mob reacted like a single sea, rushing forward with more mics. I raised my hands, hopefully trying to control them. ‘Alright, one at a time…’ I pointed to a man with a weird hat. ‘You, go ahead.’ He stood up, his pen and paper ready. He obviously worked for some sort of paper. ‘Mr. Zero, Gable Clark News National Tribune. Why have you decided to remain unaligned with any of the rising powers in the IWC?’ I nodded. Good question, and I was glad someone asked it. ‘The three staples that have, or are, developing… the 5SS, the MOUSA Empire, and the Alpha Generation cannot possibly stand. The 5SS all suspect and despise one another. Savior fears Porno Lad usurping his top spot, as he sees it. Robin Brooks is constantly undermined by Katelyn Buhler. These four egos in themselves cannot take a back seat, and as long as they are aligned against the MOUSA Empire, they can get along. Meanwhile, the MOUSA Empire has four souls in it of the same nature. Kingdom, Cagero, AWOL, and Too Magnificent… all four men have one thing in common. They are the ghosts of IWC’s past. Superstars riding their ULW successes in a feeble attempt to suppress any young talent from rising up. Plus, these four consider themselves better than the others, and as long as they are waging war against the 5SS, they are fine. That leaves the Alpha Generation. Jackson created this group for the sole reason of existing outside that war. He has made it clear that he believes that wrestling needs to come back to IWC and not back door tricks. I can respect that, but in doing what he has done, what he has caused is another element to the war. Now, the 5SS and the Empire are ready to wage war with him as well. There is just one universal commonality that these three tribes share…’ ‘And what is that, sir?’ came the voice of the same reporter. ‘After the war has been concluded, the establishment cannot possibly continue. Let’s say that the 5SS comes out as the victor. Well then they will destroy themselves trying to get what they all want, my throne. If the Empire wins, then there is no tyranny left to battle, and they will either turn on themselves or begin THEIR attempt at control of IWC, and become exactly what they are fighting against. As for the Alpha Generation, if they win, their fate would be to either disband now that there are no more factions or corruption or they will stay together to monopolize the IWC, using their numbers to achieve their success. Sound familiar? Either way, neither side can win and maintain a future in IWC. Like beasts about to die, they lash out against their attackers with such strength that is deemed impossible for them. But such strength is only passing. THAT is why I stand alone between their gunfire. Because Chaos CAN stand. Because IWC has had enough of the failed, and corrupted, attempts at maintaining order. The time has come for IWC to return to its very nature. The time has come for IWC to return to the days of the wandering swordsmen. No allegiances. No factions. No power plays. Every man for himself. Pure and absolute chaos.’ I wanted to collapse after that passionate answer, but there came more. I pointed out another. She introduced herself as Maria DuMont of Channel 9 San Diego, a local television station. Her question went something like this. ‘Your scheduled to defend your title at the SCW/IWC Pay per view against either AWOL, Christian Savior, or Riggs. Any particular favorite amongst them?’ ‘I suppose I am leaning more towards AWOL.’ ‘And why is that?’ ‘I don’t like repeating myself. I’ve beaten Savior so many times that it should be a crime, and Riggs isn’t far behind, himself. But AWOL is new. I haven’t faced him before, but I recall the Conspiracy at some point beating him down. No doubt he has some sort of dislike towards me for taking the title off of his comrade. I think it would be interesting to see the big man try and stop me.’ Another person chose, and another question. This one regarded SCW AND IWC. ‘Can we expect to see Jason Zero fighting for the SCW World Title at the IWC and SCW Pay Per View?’ I shook my head. That was probably next to impossible. ‘I rather doubt it. I put my request forward to CHBK, who seems busy with Hudson right now. There is a tournament going on in SCW to crown a new number one contender among a sea of superstars that have never won the SCW World Title. Whether or not they get their shot at Retribution or the 2 for 1 supershow is not my concern, but you can be sure that Jason Zero is on the hunt to unify the IWC and SCW World titles under a single banner, and unlike my brother, I intend to hold both for a very VERY long time.’ I reached over and Kassie, without even having to ask, handed me my IWC World Heavyweight title. I raised it slowly over my shoulder while the cameras went off. It would be a good candid shot for the papers. I didn’t have to tell them that I was done with the questions. They figured it out themselves. I took Kassie gently by the arm and helped her up. Not letting go, I led her out of the studio. The paparazzi was there again, snapping pictures of the two of us. She put up such a brave front. I was grateful that no one had asked about Riddick. I don’t think she could have handled that right now. I saw her wipe her eyes again. ![]() Had she missed him? Was she happy to see him back? It was impossible to tell… Strange the way things are in the world. You work hard to get everything you ever wanted, and when you get it, something else comes along that just seems more important. Right now, for me, it wasn’t about stopping the wars in IWC and SCW. It was not about stopping de-mock-crazy once and for all. For me, it was more important to stop the tears that fell in Kassie’s eyes. [The Following Video Was Recorded At An Undisclosed Time At An Undisclosed Location] The camera opens to static. Slowly, however, as the voice begins to speak, the static changes into a familiar face. ![]() Attention Independent Wrestling Cartel I… am Jason Zero. Allow me first to apologize for the mystery and the misdirection I bestowed on several of your favorite IWC Superstars. Where it is true that most did deserve it, there are always a few who were swept away in Ragnarok who did no deserve to be put through that judgment. One of them is Jon Rich, and perhaps he will, in turn, forgive me for that, assuming he can lose Katelyn Buhler long enough to find a moment to himself. As for the rest, the Kingdoms, the Porno Lads, and the Adams… I wonder just what you thought when you realized that beyond the mask lay someone more dangerous than Christian Savior and his entire entourage. Were you fearful? Were you apprehensive? Did you laugh so you could mask the crying of your nerves? Regardless, this Riot, every one of your little clubs will send a representative to me, and I will judge them all, no matter what side they fight for. For now, though, I wish to speak to Ethan. Are you there, Porno? I could go to great lengths in discussing you and the colorful history that we share. I could at length bring up the history you have with me, but that just doesn’t seem important, does it Ethan? It seems that it is much more pressing for us to look ahead. We actually have something in common, you and I. We both of a strong dislike for Christian Savior. Come now, Porno, we both know that this was bound to happen eventually. Your star was, and still is, on the rise, and we both know that Christian fears this. My only question is why you have let him ride your coat tails all this time. Was it your fault that I was able to beat Christian Savior, when it was so obvious that pretending to be Zero was your idea? No, of course not. Savior took a golden opportunity, and blew it. Can you honestly say that you would have done that? I do not think so. You believe that you could defeat me, don’t you, Porno Lad? You believe that with every ounce of your being. You trust in your abilities. Why, you should be IWC Champion, not I. Whether or not I believe in that myself is irrelevant. The truth is that as long as Christian Savior is being allowed to use you, he is always going to be first in line, in front of you. Don’t believe me? Ok, well how come he is in the number one contender’s triple threat match, and you are not? Why is it that you are being thrown as the guinea pig to team with Jackson Adams, whose group, Alpha Generation, isn’t even complete yet? Doesn’t that seem a bit unfair to you? Well, this is a song you know so well, Porno. That is where you have been, and that is where you will remain for as long as you let Savior stand over you. Take over the 5SS, and all of a sudden, YOU are the top draw in the company. Not even I could duck and dodge you then. Then again, that could be a very bad thing for you, anyway. Choose your own adventure. The path lies ahead. All that you need to do is take that first step. As for Jackson… we will talk soon, you and I. We have much to discuss of a great many things. Until then, adieu. This is Jason Zero and my kingdom begins this Riot. The camera just turns off like a tv leaving the screen in darkness while the viewers are left to contemplate those final words of the IWC World Heavyweight Champion. The Next Destined To Fall ![]() ![]() ![]() [/align] |
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