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| Savior vs. Zero vs. Starr vs. Cherry; IWC Title, SCW Title, Adrenaline Title | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 15 2010, 09:44 PM (431 Views) | |
| Mr. D | Feb 15 2010, 09:44 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Two for One Special Christian Savior vs. Jason Zero (IWC Champion) vs. Greg Cherry (SCW Adrenaline Champion) vs. Jake Starr (SCW World Champion) Greg Cherry and Jake Starr compete for the Adrenaline and SCW World Championship (pending results of Breakdown) Christian Savior and Jason Zero compete for the IWC Championship One fall to a finish IWC thread: http://z13.invisionfree.com/Independent_Ca...p?showtopic=880 2 RP limit Deadline: 6:59PM EST Saturday, February 27, 2010 |
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| Faust | Feb 17 2010, 09:03 PM Post #2 |
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[align=center] Face to Faith SCW Edition Episode 2 Theme The Winter Has Passed… What was once prey… Has Become The Predator… And what was once slave… Shall Become King of a new World. There was a time when Shawn Winters was able to defeat Jason Wheeler through diabolical means but that was then. And this is now. And now… Shawn Winters fell short in front of the whole entire world to not Jason Wheeler, but to Jason Zero. ![]() I’d like to start off by addressing something that came as a result of the sudden change of Ragnarok. I expected that I would have to do this eventually, but let’s just get it out of the way right off the bat. Porno Lad, Kingdom, Savior, Cherry… and the list goes on have made repeated attempts to sling some mud about the change in identity, but at the same time, I stand with the IWC Heavyweight title. What do they have? Absolutely, one hundred percent stock of nothing. They are not World Champions of anything, and if there is any justice remaining in this decrepit realm, they never will. So who are they to say? Cherry and Savior. The two of you have more in common than you even realize. Both of you swear up and down to be of superior stuff. And yet… the truth is the only thing that you have never accepted, and the truth is that you two have been, and always will be, chasing after the shadow of a man who can never be caught. Guess who that man is? It isn’t Baron Scythe and it isn’t Xander Valentine. It’s me. If we are dealing in truths here, let’s get this all out into the open before I get into the pressing matters. Cherry… I have had enough talking about you, dealing with you, but most of all, I am sick of seeing you being handed everything and then bitching about it when you have to pay for what you have been given. You seem to recall history a lot differently than I do. You NEVER ruled SCW with your little Crew. I was always there to knock you down. You avoided me like the plague, asking, if not begging, that you never be paired up against me while you were SCW US Champion or SCW Champion because you knew your reign would end, and it did. Your SCW title reign, the long one… is not even muttered in the same breath as the reigns of Valentine, Cid (regrettably), or Scythe. Neither are any of mine, but there is a reason for that. Because when I am SCW champion, the rest of the roster groan in dismay because once again, I am on top of the mountain. I can admit that I am not well liked backstage because of that very reason. Jason Zero, in any of his past eras, with the SCW title has become a pain to every superstar who know they have to work that much harder to get it off me. You, on the other hand, are renowned for avoiding top competitors when you become champion, and do not even try to deny it Greg. You Dqed yourself against Masquerade… wow I can relate, cause you Dqed yourself against me before I got you in the cage. Fuck the history though, Greg, because God knows you will give us enough of it again. Here, I will tell you what, SCW. Let me save you a few hours of your time. This is what you can expect from Greg Cherry. ‘Blah blah blah… I am a former SCW Champion and the longest reigning champ in SCW history… Something something something… everyone is against me and trying to screw me over by making me defend a title… Etcetera Etcetera Etcetera… I am better than everyone else.’ This is going to be followed by another pointless segment where Greg will proceed to tell us how pissed he is and how that the Era is going to continue or something along those lines. Continue… as if the Era has already come for him. What Era, Greg? You haven’t done anything except one fluke win over Starr which was quickly remedied. Why is it that you keep calling for something huge to happen, but every time, nothing you do even resembles what you had described. It’s like comparing a firecracker to an atomic bomb. You’re the boy who has cried wolf way too many times. You’re worst than those tabloids that do nothing but over emphasize and exaggerate. I wish there was a way to block you out, but every time I walk down the hallway, everyone is talking about you. Course, most of them just want you to shut the hell up. Why should you defend the Adrenaline title? CAUSE YOU’RE THE FUCKING CHAMPION! So freaking defend it and get over it, ya damn baby. CHBK has every right to rip that title off your lazy ass since all you do is whine when you have to defend. Wow… another small comment about Cherry has escalated into a full scale vent… AGAIN! That’s what happens every time I talk about that son of a bitch. So sick and tired of that guy. His act has been the same since 2007. It’s beyond old. It’s got fungus on it! But, with a great deal of effort, I have to shift focus. No. I don’t wanna talk right now about my brother, because that’s another explosion waiting to happen. I wanna talk to the SCW Champion. I wanna talk to Jake Starr. Despite what you may think, Jake, I really do not have a single, solitary problem with you as the SCW Champion. You have defended it again and again against several competitors. Most of them are inferior to men like Hudson and me, but you didn’t pick them. You just beat em down. In other words… you, sir, have been an effective and formidable, if not admirable SCW Champion. Good for you. That said, you have to understand first how I take this match in order to understand my resolve in regards to it. I have pinned Greg Cherry and Christian Savior more times than I have any other superstar. I think this is like 23rd match I have had with these two. Most of the time, I have come out ahead. That said, there is a wild card in this match, Mr. Starr. You. See, fortune dictates that there is no Earthly way I can gain the SCW title tonight. Greg has already said his piece about how unfair he deems it. Actually, hold that thought Jake. Let me get to Cherry again for a second. Greg, you have never wrestled in an IWC ring. You have never beaten a major contender in IWC, and you didn’t earn this match against Starr, because it was more or less handed to you by Alex because he wanted to force you to defend the adrenaline title. He basically had to bribe you to get you to do your job. And you honestly think it is unfair that you can’t win the IWC title at the 2 for 1 Pay per view? See, this is why most people have dubbed you a delusional douche bag. Your ego is so out of control that you honestly think you are ENTITLED to an IWC title show… wow… just… wow Ok sorry, Jake. Cherry can be a real pain some times… actually he’s a pain all the time. Where was I? Oh yeah. You. Ok, take it from my perspective. I can’t win the SCW title and I can only retain as long as Savior doesn’t get the winning pin. Simple as that. So avoid Savior from scoring the win. That is easy. However, saying I have everything to lose and nothing to gain wouldn’t be accurate. Because I DO have something to gain, and it’s through you Jake. I said you were a good champion and that wasn’t a lie, but you have yet to defend it against me. This isn’t your fault so much as it is someone overlooking me… cough cough Sasha. But then again, no one has ever pinned you in an SCW title match either. And therein lies my opportunity. Pinning Cherry or Savior won’t mean much because I’ve done it more times than… oh screw it, insert some random Hollywood whore in a situation of fornication that she is familiar with. Quite frankly, I don’t have the energy to think of something right now. What I am trying to say, jake is that I have no problem working with you to beat down Savior and Cherry out of this match, but once we are done that, then prepare to square off against me. You may not be an IWC superstar, but I AM an SCW Superstar, and that means that I am entitled to hunt down the SCW title. I’ve given enough time for others to try, and you took the challenge. Now… it’s time to see if you can match the master of the SCW title. It’s nothing personal, Jake. In fact, you should be honored. At the Supershow, it isn’t going to be me defending against Savior or trying to beat down Cherry for the hundredth time. It is going to be the answer to the question on everyone’s mind. Whose the better champion… IWC or SCW… Starr or Zero. In case I need to spell it out… that’s a riddle I wanna know the answer for too. ================== =================== [Face to Faith: The SCW Edition] [February 16, 2010: The Prodigal Son versus The Brothers of the Dark… Adam Riddick Returns] I woke up the smell of smoke, but it was faint, like it were far away. I opened my eyes slowly, my brain had still not registered yet where I was. The bright lights of the inferno stung my eyes for a moment or two as my memory kicked into over drive. ![]() ‘Angelo City’ I said aloud, kicking my feet out of bed and rubbing my eyes. As they adjusted to the light, I saw the fire several blocks in the distance. Another building had been set ablaze. I wasn’t entirely sure but a large part of me knew that those to blame were the Brotherhood of the Blood. Over the last few days, I had tracked them down with Felicia, aka Mink. She had been quite an unexpected surprise when she had revealed to me that she had been following me since I left SCW last year. She was a good agent, and I was glad that she didn’t follow me to SCW now. I was not entirely sure how I would explain her to Kassie. The way Kassie was right now, I didn’t want anything to upset her even more. I gave a sigh, watching the building far away burn. I hoped they had gotten everyone out of there. I yawned, sleepy being one of the few feelings I could still feel. The door opened and I watched out of the corner of my eye as Felicia came strolling in. She was eating a piece of toast as I put a shirt on. She mumbled good morning, of sorts, as crumbs flew from her mouth. ‘I take it, Breakfast is ready downstairs?’ I asked. ‘Oh yeah. They have bacon and eggs today. There’s a lot of people trying to get in though, cause of the fire.’ She pointed to the inferno. I simply nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. Charles Wheeler, my bastard old father, was here. I could feel it. I could feel it and it was making me sick beyond belief. He didn’t know I was in town yet, and that worked to my advantage, because if he did, it was going to make things a lot more complicated. ‘What reason did the brothers give this time?’ I looked over to her, resting now on the other bed. ![]() ‘There was none’ she answered. ‘The Brothers don’t always need a reason for what they do.’ This was true. The Brothers used to be a gang of hoodlums that did petty crimes, but ever since my father had gotten a hold of them, they had become a syndicate of crime. This would not have done anything to me if Charles did not possess Eve. Speaking of which, I turned to where I had left Eve’s counterpart, Adam. It was in its case right where I left it. ‘Heh, still the untrusting type, eh handsome?’ Felicia said, raising an eyebrow. ‘I haven’t stayed alive trusting people. Ask my brothers.’ ‘Yes… I saw that your brother has come back to SCW. How do you feel about that?’ She wasn’t being nosey, but rather was sounding like my conscience. I shrugged, trying to convince myself that it was no big deal. Who was I kidding? It WAS a big deal, and chance were that Savior thought the same about Riddick’s return. Only difference was that Riddick was jealous, insanely jealous of my success, almost as much as Christian was, and the two, without a doubt, would in time team up to try and take me down. It was only a matter of time before the Rogue Squadron tried to take down the strongest of the brothers. Only they would fail as they had time and time again in the past. Besides, Jason Wheeler had only gotten stronger since his death at the hands of Josh Hudson. It had not been ENTIRELY as I had hoped, but the transformation had been completed sure enough. ‘Riddick is not our concern in any capacity. The last few years of his life have been lived in a vacuum. While he has been away, SCW has evolved and changed. Truth be told, he was never the man that some have decorated him as. Whereas some believe that he was a cold blooded monster, in truth, he was nothing more than a child, the same as his brother. Whereas Christian threw tantrums to get his way, Adam threw tantrums to get attention. Not once can I say I was ever proud of him while he fed off me in SCW.’ ‘Pretty harsh, Black Cat.’ ‘Try having two brothers who at every turn wanted to destroy everything you created. Try having siblings who instead of wanting to aid you, wanted to raise arms against you because their own level of success was not as good as their brother’s.’ ‘Jealousy is often an ugly thing.’ ‘Yes, and it’s a good thing Charles hasn’t tried to implement those two against me.’ ‘He wouldn’t. They're civilians, and he knows you have no closeness to them. Least, I wouldn’t if I was him. But do you think that this has something more to do with that girl who manages you, Kassie was her name right?’ I looked over to her, walking over and planting a kiss right on her lips. No idea why I did, but she didn’t fight me on it. ‘Kassie has nothing to do with that. She is too smart to let herself get hurt again. Her husband ran out on her and her twin kids a few years back. He abandoned them and never looked back. She won't let anyone else hurt her again.’ ‘You know…’ she said with a smile. ‘I wouldn’t mind joining you in your time in SCW. I mean, if Kassie wouldn’t mind.’ I shrugged again. I didn’t think Kassie would. We had never really felt anything for one another. I was sure that my distaste for Riddick’s return was just to look after her well being. ‘Sure… but why don’t we wait until Retribution. If you’re going to come into the wrestling world, we need to figure out a few things… I think Kassie can help there.’ ‘Great,’ she said with a smile. ‘When do I meet her?’ The answer to that, was sooner rather than later. ==================== =========================== ‘Alright… call your drinks!’ ![]() I stood behind the bar in the basement of my home. Yes, it is a huge place. Yes it is in the south of France. Yes it cost a bloody fortune. I am ok with that. Not here to flaunt it, people. Rather it is just the setting for what is to come. I twirled a bottle of vodka in my hand before tossing it up and catching it. Not a fan of vodka myself, but then again, I have always been a rum and coke guy. The three ladies to my right sitting on the other side of the bar are just watching me juggle like a clown. I’m doing it so well that SCW’s resident clowns, Karnivale, would probably want to hire me if they saw this. Felicia, my partner in crime (or whatever you call what we do), Kassie Khane (the woman SCW called the finest manager to the champions), and an old friend of mine since before I was even in SCW, Sharlene Sinclair. Sharlene had surprised me this morning by showing up before the girls did. She had been the Madame Giry to my Phantom back in 2002. Those were the days. Back when the only thing that mattered was the rising of the curtain. You didn’t have to worry about someone coming from behind and blindsiding you. There was a comfort in that, but at the same time, it would bore the hell out of me nowadays. I needed the constant danger. I had become an adrenaline junkie, and with my loss of sensations (with certain degrees of pain), I couldn’t get enough. ‘Manhattan for me, Phantom.’ Sharlene piped up. She always called me Phantom, ever since the old days. She was older now, but there was still so much life in her. Lucky for me, I knew how to make Manhattans. Twirling several bottles, I listened in on the girls having their conversation. I had been worried about Kassie meeting up with Felicia, primarily because Felicia was interested in joining me in SCW, and Kassie, I was nervous of, would feel somewhat miffed about another gorgeous woman joining forces with me. At the same time, it would not hurt if they could get along. There was nothing more deadly than a beautiful woman… except TWO beautiful women! ![]() ‘So how long have you know, Jason?’ Felicia piped up, gesturing towards me while I stirred Sharlene’s Manhattan. Kassie looked over my way, giving me the perfect chance to send her a small wink in her direction. We had a special relationship, her and I. Many had asked us why she wasn’t managing me in the first place, and I chalk that up to my pride. I thought I could do it alone, especially after Demeter was lost to me. ‘A long time now. I managed him back in the WWC as Red X and then as War. You had quite the success there, didn’t you, Jason?’ she looked over her shoulder coyly. I couldn’t suppress the smile. ‘If by success you mean a world title reign that was chased for months by a psychotic brother, then yes… lots of success.’ I was happy to laugh about it with Kassie. It was hard for both of us, with Riddick coming back. He was scheduled for a dark match against Lucas Knight, so we were waiting on pins and needles to see if he was going to show up. ‘Although, family, in particular mine, has always been… different in my life.’ ‘Heh no kidding.’ Both girls said the exact same thing at the exact same time, sharing a laugh together. Felicia eventually spoke up again. ‘So, you have two brothers. One of them is Christian, and you’re actually fighting him in less than two weeks. Who is the other one like, Riddick?’ I answered that quickly, lest it upset Kassie. ‘He’s different than Christian, but very much the same. They never had the same success and they never were able to accept that things came easier to me than it did for them. Simple as that.’ There was a bit of a silence between them while I got Kassie’s drink. I knew what she wanted. Nothing but the best. Chateau LeToure 63. Very expensive bottle for a woman who had only the finest taste for alcohol. Beer would make her sneer, and brandy wasn’t dandy for her. I didn’t slide that one over, but placed it in front of her. ‘And for the other lady?’ I said turning to Felicia. ‘Can you make a Cosmo?’ She asked with a smile. A sissy drink. ‘I can make a Cosmo standing on my head’. I shouldn’t have said that. Four minutes later, my hair was sticky from the booze on the floor and she was enjoying an upside down cosmo. ‘I see you have been doing well for yourself, Phantom.’ Sharlene said with a smile, sipping her Manhattan. ‘A fine house and two beautiful women. Definitely am not surprised though. You were a very passionate youth.’ ‘Well’ I started, readying my own drink. ‘I’ve been fortunate in life. Been lucky a few times… and had my ups and downs several times. But yeah… right now, Sharlene… I would say that I am doing alright.’ ‘Alright?’, Felicia almost choked on her drink. ‘You’re the IWC Champion. Granted, you should be getting a chance at the SCW title in that match you’re in. That’s a load of bullshit.’ ‘I agree, Jason.’ Kassie piped up. ‘Greg Cherry gets a second chance and he came back when you did, and you haven’t seen hide nor hair of a title shot.’ I nodded, pouring my concoction into a glass. I hopped over the bar and sat down with the girls. ‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘But complaining about it like Greg isn’t going to do me any favors. You guys didn’t see how pissed Alex was.’ ‘Alex?’ Sharlene asked, and I could tell Felicia wasn’t sure who that was either. Luckily Kassie answered for me. ‘Alex is the Canadian Heartbreak Kid. He was Jason’s rival when they were younger. In my opinion, there is not many feuds that were as intense as their rivalry. Since then, the two have become… well how would you describe your relationship, Jason?’ ‘I respect him and he respects me. I don’t ask anything of him, but I expect justice. He does the same. It’s as close to being friends as the two of us are ever going to get.’ ‘Steady ground.’ Felicia said with a smile. ‘Well it’s hard to be bosom buddies with a guy who has electrocuted you, thrown you off a building, driven a car off a bridge with you in it, and has super kicked me about a dozen times.’ ‘Wow… no kidding.’ Sharlene gave a low whistle. All of a sudden, my cell phone began to buzz and vibrate from where it sat at the bar. Excusing myself, I picked up the phone and answered it, sure it was Bellos. It was. ‘Yeah?’ ‘It’s done.’ There was a pause on both ends. Valen had been taken care of. It removed the only clue to what I was doing behind the Elite’s back. ‘Did he say anything?’ ‘No,’ Bellos answered. I knew he wasn’t lying. I could always tell when that fat bastard lied to me. ‘He was taken care of by agent IV.’ ‘Good. Well, I’ve been to Angelo City. I have a good hideout there, so my contacts are keeping an eye on the Brothers and for Charles Wheeler. Soon as they find anything, I’ll grab him.’ ‘Very good. Incidentally, you know I do not usually pry into your other life… but you might want to check out Channel 9.’ ‘Channel 9?’ ‘Yes’ Bellos replied. He clicked off right then and there. Not altogether uncommon for him, but it still was rude. I tucked the phone in my pocket and walked over to the tv. As I did, Sharlene stood up, stretching herself. ‘Well I should let you three get down to business. Phantom, you stay out of trouble, alright?’ I nodded to her. ‘Kassie, would you please show Sharlene out? This place is more confusing than the Phantom’s Lair in the musical.’ Sharlene laughed and Kassie did as I asked her. I had a bad feeling that whatever Bellos had asked me to watch was something I was not going to enjoy. ‘Bellos?’ ‘Yeah… Valen has been dealt with.’ ‘Poor guy… what else did he say?’ ‘To turn to channel 9.’ Sure enough, as I turned the dial, I found myself face to face with my own long lost (or rather hard to find) brother.
![]() ‘What the hell is he doing?’ I asked out loud. I don’t know why I did, but I guess it was a testament to how much Riddick had thrown me off. This wasn’t Riddick that I knew. This wasn’t Riddick at all…
[/align] [align=center] I clicked off the TV, sinking into the chair. This was too much. It was not to be believed. What was my older brother up to. ‘I don’t know.’ Felicia said breaking the silence. ‘He seemed like an alright fellow.’ I looked at her, trying hard not to get mad. ‘THAT wasn’t Riddick. I mean it wasn’t the Riddick I remember. This guy was courteous… noble… sportsmanlike… Who the fuck was that?’ Felicia shrugged, not completely sure of why this was such a shock. ‘If you knew Adam like I do, Felicia, you would know that this sort of behavior cannot be genuine. Adam only cares about one person… Adam. Same goes for his demented alter ego, Wraith, God knows HE’S still kicking around somewhere in that head of his. I’m not buying it, and I won’t let Kassie buy it either.’ ‘Why does it matter if Kassie, buys it? What’s Riddick to her?’ ‘Adam Riddick… is my husband.’ Kassie’s voice made both of us turn. Kassie was leaning against the door frame. Tears were starting to well up in her eyes. She walked forward, drawing close to us. ‘What did he say, Jason?’ ‘Wait… so you married that guy?’ Felicia said, raising an eyebrow. ‘Your brother is the slime ball that left her and the kids years ago to go joyriding in some remote part of the world.’ ‘Yeah… that’s Adam.. Kassie, has he called you recently? Did you see this coming at all? Has he sent you anything to let you know where he is?’ Kassie shook her head. The promo that had aired had not given too much away as to the whereabouts of Riddick in the last few years, except for maybe Japan. If he had been there, I wouldn’t have known it. ‘He hasn’t said a word to me or the kids in years.’ ‘So the question is why now. Why after all this time is Riddick coming back? What’s his purpose? More importantly, what does he want with you?’ There was silence among us now. I didn’t buy Riddick’s routine. It seemed as genuine as Christian Savior whenever he promised to watch someone’s back. Actually, that was not altogether true, because Christian often watched someone else’s back… he did it so he knew just where to put the knife. ‘You know I wouldn’t talk to him and not tell you about it, Jason.’ Kassie said, tears streaming down her cheeks. ‘I would never let the kids near him if he was so far away like Japan.’ I walked over to her, kneeling in front of her while Felicia put her arms around her. ‘Hey… Kassie. I know that. Dry your eyes. You know there isn’t a better mom than you. You are so protective of the twins. I know you would never send them somewhere like China or Japan to visit my brother. It’s ok.’ I drew her close. She felt so tiny in my arms, even if she was about as tall as me. Right now, she must have felt so weak seeing that bastard’s face recently. Why did it have to be now… Riddick had better stay out of my way, because even his ‘Edge of Reason’ whatever that was… was not going to have much impact against a man who couldn’t feel pain. Only the extremes of the human psyche. Like Joy… and Rage. She pulled away from me for a moment looking over to Felicia. ‘So…' she said drying her eyes. 'you wanna join our little band?’ A smile crept across Felicia's lips. The answer was obvious. ================= =============== ![]() The screen goes static and forms that familiar face of the IWC World Heavyweight Champion. He looks forward without so much as a smile. ‘There is nothing wrong with your television. Do not attempt to change the channel. As of this moment I control the vertical. I control the horizontal. I am Christian Savior, and I am always one step ahead of everyone else…But the truth is that I am not Christian Savior, and he is NOT one step ahead as he always wishes to be. If he were, he would still be the IWC world heavyweight Champion. Christian, how many times have you honestly tried? How many times have you tried to beat me? And how many times have you succeeded? Once… maybe twice? I’ve beaten you more times than I have fingers to count them on. But really, you are welcome to try again. Kicking your ass never gets old. But if that was the worst part about facing you, that I have to stifle through another death match against your copy cat moves that I once used, that would be fine. The worst indignity is that now I have to sit through another fairy tale on the past life of Christian Savior. So what… you were a pharaoh or something in the past? Whoopdie doo… I was once Alexander the Great… no wait no I want to be someone cooler… I want to be the Terminator. Savior, in the future I will be the Terminator. But wait, that doesn’t really work does it. That has no bearing on what is happening right now. Just like whatever your Egyptian/Scorpion King WHATEVER Fantasy has no bearing on the here and now. I don’t care if you were a Pharaoh or a magician or if you’re really Batman in disguise. You still are a second rate piss ant whose time in IWC has LONG since passed. This time, at 2 for 1, there is not going to be anyone to save you. YOU have to make the pin on someone, and let’s face it, you can’t beat me. You can’t beat Starr. Your only option is to try and pin the weakest link in this match, which is obviously Greg Cherry. Yes, I am giving you a pit of credit. You aren’t the weakest superstar in this match. You’re the second weakest. Don’t worry though, Christian. If I have my way, I won’t bury you again. No… I don’t really want to pin you at the Supershow. That night, I am shooting for the Stars, literally. I aim for the SCW Champion. It is he who has my respect, because he and I are not so different. We both are strong champions, we both never run from a challenge… and we both have a distaste for those who leech off a faction, like a pack of snarling wolves. Cherry has the copycat version of the Infection… and you have the Five Star Society. Jake Starr has his allies but like me, he will stand alone against the two of you. Can you two say the same? Well you could, but no one is going to believe you. Still, everyone knows this already, so I am just spinning my wheels here. So go ahead, Christian. Regale us with another pointless story or maybe you’ll rip off another parody you found off of the Internet in some remote corner of cyberspace. Hey maybe you should do a Conan/Jay Leno spoof since that’s all the rage right now. Or maybe you can make some sort of Avatar reference by making everyone blue. Seriously, when I think about it, have you EVER done anything original? Your finisher is the Blaze of Glory (or at least it’s one of your finishers). What is the Blaze of Glory, Christian? It’s a spear! Who used the Spear before you? Me! You do movie parodies… like Arcadeia did back in 04. Wait, I am wrong. The only original thing you did that you didn’t learn from me was running away whenever you have a title. IWC, all I saw was you jump every single challenger or tried to integrate them into the Conspiracy. That isn’t me, but it does sound like someone else… hmm… Cherry perhaps? You know what, you two are actually right for each other. This match is like a mirror mirror match. Jake and I are mirrored reflections of one another in terms of honor, strength and courage. Our challengers are mirrored images of one another. Cowards, leeches… quite frankly this match should be a tag match for God’s sake. Christian, I don’t know what your game plan is, but if I have to venture a guess, I am going to say that you are just going to scramble. You will desperately try to score a fall as quickly as you can to steal the IWC title. See, that’s all well and good for you, except that even if you succeed, it isn’t going to make me go away. IWC AND SCW is my hunting ground. They talk about this pay per view as the bridging of two federations. I AM THE BRIDGE! I Stand as SCW’s finest challenge to the SCW title. I stand as the IWC World Heavyweight title. Porno Lad had it all wrong last Riot when he said I am an SCW Lackey. Truth is… I bleed for both. I am of SCW… and I am of IWC. I am for both and I am for none. I am Zero. And at the Supershow, Christian, you are going to discover just how much you are worth to both companies. I guarantee that it will be less… than zero.’ The television clicks off, leaving us in darkness.[/align][/color][/color] |
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| Jake Starr | Feb 19 2010, 01:05 PM Post #3 |
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Pride - SCW RP #63 (IWC #1) Opponents: Greg Cherry, Christian Savior, Jason Zero Date: 02.19.10 |
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| Shilo Valiant | Feb 21 2010, 10:14 PM Post #4 |
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OOC: Had to break it into two parts. Shatterpoint: Chapter 2 – Breaking the Past… Forging the Future Part 1: The Re-Birth of an Enemy In moments of stress, in moments of clarity, and in mere moments, I find myself returning. Even now, while Rose, my wife, sleeps in our bed upstairs. I am asleep in my Lazy Boy chair, my form moving slightly with each press. There is an empty glass in my hand. The drug was weaker when ingested, and I didn’t need to become addicted to it. This was enough. As I may appear to Rose as the sleeping man, the drug has taken my mind back thousands of years, where the sand warms and cooks your bare feet and where the cries to the gods are heard in the cites, but not where I am… For countless months had passed it seemed. The heat of the day left me covered with sweat for the countless time. The thin clothes of black that covered me were soaked and my feet blistered with heat. My travels had taken me far. The plague itself had struck Eygpt and I had traveled from town to town with Rosetta. Two years of traveling through heat, sand and wind, curing the sick with whatever cure I could conjure up with the herbs at my disposal. The gods had been anything but kind to the two of us. Twice, Rose had fallen ill and grown near death, delaying our progress. And if that was not enough, Pharaoh Osiris of Drachye had been overthrown, or rather killed in his sleep. A fitting end to him, if I had any opinion of it. In his place stood three clans. His daughter by blood, Sasheek, had taken rule with some sense of order and semblance, but a woman leading the people grew dissention within the people. As a result, two clans had emerged within the cites, their travelers bringing news to Rosetta and I has the time passed. They were the Starrhoteps, lead by a man of the same name, and the Sheut, or the Shadows, lead by the dark Zerok. Both men, Starrhotep and Zerok had approached Sasheek with demands. To my knowledge- - I stumbled a bit and fell into the sand, coughing out whatever amount managed to blow into my mouth. Rosetta’s comforting hands were by my side immediately, helping me back to my feet. Quickly, she removed her water holder and held it up to me. Slowly, I took a small sip before nodding my thanks to her, watching her as she too took a small sip. Ra forefend and strike those robbers. Pitiful urchins that attacked us as we traveled the desert, stealing out camels and all the supplies that were covering them. They had tried to take our water, but Rosetta was rather skilled and killed one. Her body was covered with some of the tools the dead thief had held.- To my knowledge, Sasheek had granted the two leaders lands and rights with the help of her consort, Danka of Iwcra. She had wished to avoid another war and more death that would be placed on her head. She was disliked enough as it was and had not wished more blood on her hands. It was rather pitiful to me. Osiris of Drachye was many things, but at least he unified the land. Now, we were divided and still stood on the brink of war between the three clans. And here I was…forgotten… Osiris had given no written or spoken record of Chra Sava since his departure two years previous, had given no decree or written word by which to identify me with. Safieriti has been no different when she had ruled for one week before meeting the same end as her lover. No, rather, after their deaths, I was no longer the priest or the healer of the rulers, but just a man. It was sickening, and yet liberating. Forgotten…and free… Despite it, Rosetta had stayed by my side, never faltering in loyalty. She had even begun training me in fighting. In each and every new morning, she would take me across the cool sands and train me with sword and spear. Two years of constant training and now I stood on a similar platform. She would often have to call our battles to an end prematurely as we would need to begin our traveling for the day once more. Similar to now, as our feet swept across the sands. Rosetta: If we keep traveling across this way, we will soon reach… Sava: Ashdod? She nodded her head at me, a gesture I reciprocated. Words weren’t always necessary with Rosetta and I. Still, we had been walking for what had felt like several rotations on the sun-dial. Like Zerok and Starrhotep know how to tell time… Unfortunately, I did, and it kept dragging on hour after hour as we walked. The sun had reached it’s high spot, so I was certain it was near the middle of the day as I slowly turned to look at my friend, guardian and supposed navigator. Sava: I thought you said we’d be there soon! When I did not receive an immediate answer, I turn my head, my hair covered with sweat and plastered to my hair. Unfortunately, that quickly became the last thing on my mind as I saw Rosetta behind me. Her eyes were half closed and her feet wobbled back and forth. She gargled out a few words before falling forward. She was going to faint! Catch her, you idiot! Closing the distance, I held my hands and arms out to hold up the weakened Rosetta. Her body became slack as her eyes closed fully. With my free hand, I grasped her water flask and quickly removed the topper before trying to get remains into her mouth. There were none. What?! When had we drank the last of it?! It didn’t matter at this point, did it? Pushing the flask away and back to Rosetta’s hip, I quickly adjusted my cloth holding all my materials and clothing around my back before pulling her up into my arms. She’s light and her muscles are tight yet relaxed, but my arms were tired from the hours of walking and carrying, so even holding her up was a chore, adding more sweat to stream down my face. Sava: Fine time you pick to take a nap! She grumbled a few words back as I felt her muscles tighten and try to move before collapsing again in exhaustion. Looking ahead, I saw several large hills that covered the landscape of Egypt. Exhaustion, sand, and heat. A never-ending tirade of all three. That was my opposition. One was due to repetition, another by gritty annoyance and the last by a quick rise to the top. On their own, they had been nothing, but combined with this unfortunate set of circumstances, they may have proven to be part of the last thing I would ever see. My legs grew heavier than lead as I reached the top of the first hill. If I didn’t find some place to hide from the sun, as well as some water…well Rosetta and I would dry up faster than Sasheek’s popularity in Egypt. Twisting around in any direction with my hips, I became increasingly aware at how much the fabrics were clinging to my skin or how much my movements became slower and slower with- CAVE! CAVE! My eyes were slower than my body apparently, as they only recognized the cave after my legs were kicking up sand in a sudden sprint. The cave itself was in between two hills, one of which I was currently running down, to the far left. Had I not been so desperate to get us out of the sun, I would have mistaken it for a small hole in the side of the hill. However, as I stumbled into the cave, I was greeted with a blast of cooler air, the sensation so wonderful that it caused me to temporarily fall to my knees. I kept Rosetta near me as I pulled myself to my feet, smelling the cooler air and…moisture! Sava: Rosetta? Rosetta! My hands lowered her to the ground, as my feet finally recognized how moist it was, like mud. Keeping her up with one hand, my other moved quickly to smack her across the face, pinch her cheeks and shake her. Sava: Ride’s over, Rosetta. Wake up! It took some moments, and I can only imagine the strength she needed, but eventually, her brown eyes opened to adjust slowly to me. Rosetta: We there yet? Sava: No, but I think this will do for now. Picking her up again, I slowly began sniffing the air, while keeping my eyes on the ground. The moisture came from several holes in the hills or some kind of large rainfall, I couldn’t be certain. But when my eyes settled on a large puddle by the wall, a puddle that was no wider than half of my body, I quickly lowered the two of us down towards. Removing my own flask, which had been empty since this morning, I quickly filled it with this water before pushing it onto Rosetta’s lips. She sputtered a little as the water poured into her mouth and down her dry throat. However, the longer she took with the water, the stronger she became, until she pushed the flask away gently before pulling herself to her feet. Quickly drinking the remainder of the full flask before filling both hers and mine up again, I rose on my feet as well, at long last taking the time to look around at our temporary haven. Sava: Good thing for this cave. Rosetta: Chra? I turned around to see her making her way further into the cave. What surprised me was that the cave didn’t darken in the least as we walked through. Rather, I saw more and more streams of light escaping from the cave. Rosetta: This isn’t a cave. It’s a tunnel, or some kind of haven… Sava: What kind of haven? Rosetta: I don’t know. Well that was refreshing. For all I knew the place was home to bandits or sandcrawlers, pirates who scoured the desert like scavengers. With our previous case with them, I was less than thrilled at the prospect of facing them again. Still, from the look of the cobwebs and the smell of death in the large, long tunnel was enough to relieve those concerns. As we walked down the long tunnel, the stream of light on the other side was small, but kept the halls illuminated. Rosetta: This tunnel isn’t natural… Sava: What makes you say that? Slowly, Rosetta pointed upward to the ceiling. My eyes were greeted with tiles of bronze, all of which were supported with numerous bronze poles holding them up at the corners. Rosetta: This isn’t a haven… She said quietly as she suddenly stopped in front of a large adjacent tunnel, this having no light going into it. Slowly, almost hesitantly, I began taking a step into the dark room, my hand stretched outward to check for anything. Imagine my surprise when the room was suddenly illuminated by a series of light bouncing off mirrors as Rosetta appeared beside me. Rosetta: I found a light mirror on the side opposite this hall entrance. But I could not hear her, my eyes were locked on what the illuminated room showed me. In the middle of the circular room, surrounded by mirrors and now light was a statue carved of stone. It was no taller than I, as its “eyes” met mine. The eyes, however, were not of the statue but of the mask that covered its face. It was silver and shone in the light. The head was covered with a black cloth that flowed down its neck. From the head of the mask flew hairs like lighting bolts, all silver, that wrapped around the head and flowed upward. The shoulders, lower arms and chest and abs were covered with a black covered metal with silver designs etched into them, as if they were poured and carved onto the metal itself. The legs had the same sort of armor wrapped around them and the calves. Rosetta: There’s something written on the bottom. Turning my head, I saw her kneel down to the ground to wipe away the dust and cobwebs around the carved stone. Rosetta (reading): In memory of the Sand Wraith – Coronas. My eyes widened at the name. Sava: Coronas? Rosetta: You know him? Sava: Oh come on! Every slave knows this story! The Sand Wraith was an avenger in the time of Osiris’ father, Painusas of Drachye. When the slaves rebelled and took over trade in Egypt, that was Coronas. When there were attacks on the members of Painusas’ court? That was Coronas. He was an assassin, a legend, he was a symbol. In the end, the symbol was all that mattered to the people. Rosetta: A dead symbol now. I’ve never heard of him. Sava: Few have now. His name was never allowed to be mentioned in the royal courts. Only the slave workers dare speak it and only in whispers. My eyes were locked on one object of the statue’s. In his hands, though, was my true fascination. A bronze handle stood in the fist of the statue, nothing special. From the handle, though was a blade made of obsidian. Pure black that it reflected no light. It was the Night’s Bloodstone, the Sand Wraith’s infamous blade. Even Rosetta was awe-struck, though less than I. Rosetta: Even if they would die? Sava: To Coronas, death was the ultimate escape for the individual. He believed that- Rosetta: If I were to die, I would rather change the world first… Sava: Yeah. How did you know that? Rosetta: It’s written under his name. Slowly, I let my hand reach up to run gently along the silver of the mask. The metal was dusty, and yet gave way under my hands as I lifted my arm up. The cloth and silver mask fell into my hand as the statue’s structure was removed. I stood there, holding the mask like a lover as the black, lifeless eyes met me. Silver and black, night and mist… Sava: Coronas…Sand Wraith…all that mattered was the symbol. And if I listened close enough, I could have sworn I heard the ancient warrior whisper my name in agreement… ********************************************************************************* 3 Months Later ********* ************************************************************************ Zerok was many things to his clan. A leader, an idealist, a visionary, a criminal, a dictator… Still, to the land of Egypt, he was a leech. A being that sucked away at its resources, hiding behind different shrouds and faces and striking from behind when best suited him. In a time were Sasheek, the rightful ruler of Egypt was struggling to make peace and order, craved chaos, craved anarchy, and more importantly, power for himself. However, he shrouded himself in a shroud of righteousness so thick that even he believed his words of deceit. The result was a following that was killing the land they strove to save, a fact known to none but Zerok, though he remained dismissive with his greed to aid him. None but Zerok…and the Sand Wraith… The moonlight shone off my armor of silver, iron and lead as I felt said armor like a familiar embrace. The half-mask was tightened to my face by the straps of cloth and hide, yet blended in with the black cloth that covered my entire head, neck and shoulders. I was a small flash of light, something to be confused with a shooting star if you looked up, but nothing more, as I hopped from rooftop to rooftop and down the walls and through the dark streets of the town of Maadi. Along with Akehetaten, Maadi was one of the strong holds of Zerok’s clans, where they would rest and travel in between certain quarrels or negotiations. It was also littered with his banners of crimson red and the crisscross of lines along the edges and corners. One lay in the sand, having fallen from its post on a nearby home. Slowly, my fingers picked up the cloth, admiring the material and how different it was from my own, before plunging a small dagger into the cloth and tearing it into pieces with it, neither piece in any particular shape or design. Grinning from within my mask, I dropped the cloth shards to the ground before spying my intended target. Zerok’s form stood in the center of the town, pristine and whole, his commanding presence felt even through the cold stone that bore his image. His right hand was pointed towards the skies, a symbolic gesture of a new dawn approaching. At least that was the message he preached. In the end, he was no different than the rebellion leaders history had taught us. Faustaak, LeTastep, Maainskev, the list went all. All rebellion leaders that offered change, but in the end cared for nothing beyond achieving the power. After that, who cared? None of them, including Zerok, did. After winning the fellowship of the people and the leadership that came with it, Zerok had lost his first major battle due to incompetence. He hid behind his messages once more, addressing the people and placing blame in his general, Kingaduwa. Everyone had bought it! Except me. It was one of the first cracks in the “impervious” armor he always wore. Armor that shone red with blood of his enemies that he had slain as they had laid before him, his soldiers hold each one in place. Brilliant in fighting in the past, Zerok had grown complacent since I had begun my new mission. As a man, I had little to no respect for him, but this was more than just personal opinion. Egypt was leading into a massive war, and instead of seeking a solution, he did all he could to prolong it, attacking the towers of those in power with little to no reason as his weapon… Well, two could play this game… One step at a time, I pulled myself up the statue. It wasn’t a long climb, so within a few seconds, the Sand Wraith sat side to cheek with the leader of the Sheut. The people need to see the symbol of blindness… Wow, how cliché could you get? Shaking my head and the silver mask covering it, I quickly pulled out my two tools. A wooden hammer and a iron chisel. Both were in rather poor condition for sculpting tools and would never even be considered to make a statue of any kind. Lucky for me, MAKING a statue was not my purpose. I released a low growl from my throat as I drove the chisel into the eye socket, just above the round rock that represented the eyeball. The hammer soon followed the same path the chisel had gone, but instead only hammered the iron deep into the stone. Another location and another swing and a large crack appeared around the eye. A hammer blow for the lives you’ve told. A blow for the illusions you wore. A blow- Alright alright! Enough of the clichéd lines! How could anyone make an argument based of such one liners?! The right eyeball/stone tumbled after the last strike, landing in the sand with a near silent thud. The left eye joined it next. The task complete, I jumped off the statue and back onto the sandy ground. Starring back at me was a hollowed face that looked broken and weak, a far cry to the illusion that greeted me when I had entered the city. Still, I was certain someone would have heard the noise from my own “stone carving”. Slipping back into the shadows and onto the rooftops, my hunch was correct as cries from the streets were heard and the sound of angry roars followed. Anger would soon be replaced by curiosity when they figured out who had done it. Smirking under the mask, I was tempted to spout some noble line the masses. To be a persona and symbol of nobility and righteousness. I almost did yell, but I couldn’t. Mask or not, I was still Chri Sava. And Chris Sava wasn’t donning an ancient relic of a mask for fame and pride, or power and authority, or even chaos and anarchy. No, I had don the armor and persona to restore order as the silent puppeteer. The difference between Zerok and I was that there was an ending in sight for my objective, and it didn’t involve me owning the world to do it. Sasheek could keep the world, as long as order was maintained… A few strides later, along with some leaps across the homes, the crowd noise was little more than a distant memory. Reaching the city outskirt, my feet felt skittish as they leaped off the last mud brick house and over the city wall. As I started to reach the ground, I silently thanked myself that I had remembered exactly where someone had left a bale of hay just lying around that I could use to land softly and- CRASH! Miss by about two feet, I groaned as my body rolled in the dirt, getting in my eyes. Oh if only Coronas could see me now. As I groggily pulled myself to my feet, I heard the sound of several horses neighing as the grazed at what was supposed to be my landing pad. With a small sigh, I leaped onto the nearest one, a black beauty of a horse. The beast groaned a little but upon further prodding, like my feet into his sides, he charged from the feeding grounds out into the sands. The Sand Wraith was done for the night and was now heading home in the small city that laid between them all. Hidden in the Sahara Oasis, only a few, like the slaves that managed to escape and survive the travel, or the banished few that had defied the former Pharaoh. It was where Rosetta would be waiting for me. The morning had taken me from her and the oasis for the same reasons the night had. Starrhotep and Zerok would awaken the next morning and see their treasured statues revealed for what the two truly were. Zerok would see his statue blinded and Starrhotep would clench his fists at his statue’s handless pose. With his desire to possess all, it seemed a fitting image… The two images of such statues were burned into my mind as we reached the top of the first of many hills we would have to travel. Stopping to turn the horse around, I observed Zerok’s Maadi, still silent and mostly sleeping, unaware of the change that was befalling all of Egypt. As I was unaware of the sun rising until the amber glow shone over me, casting my shadow before my vision on the ground. Turning the horse back around to the right direction, I saw the warm yellow mix with the dark blue and black of the night sky as the stars faded. It was a brilliant mix. The only disturbance to the moment was the horse as it neighed, smelling something in the air. That something was unseen until I saw the colors mix and swirl together like some sort of whirlpool. Sava: What the gods? The colors swirled more and shifted before returning to normal. What had I seen? Was it normal? Was I just tired? The answer to those questions were not found as, as the colors settled, words floated in front of the sky, mere miles from my eyes, but large enough for anyone to see! Looking around though, I was surprised that no one else was around me. In fact…there was nothing around me. Nothing but black. The sands were gone…my horse was gone…I was surrounded in dark again, as I had when it was night in Maadi. The only thing that was still in my vision were the written words that I had seen in the sky. To whomever this message reaches, I have decided to do this alone. From the moment I ran from the hospital to this moment in my life, I have always returned to the concept of self-exile. To lose one’s self through the search for power is a price I no longer can pay. To avoid the cliché speeches rife with a large array of vocabulary, I will speak plainly to the reader. Whatever is to happen to me now, it will be a result of my own decisions. Soon, I will face my own brother in one last battle. Everything shall be put on the line, and nearly a decade of conception and assumption shall tested. I write this letter as a reminder to any who seek falsity in pursuit of power. Like you, there is nothing noble in what I do. In the very real sense, I am what you would consider evil. I am what you would consider bad. I am what you would consider a villain. But there it is. No terms to distract you, no masks to hide behind and no true lies to deceive you. As my days of running from fights are over, I pray that you yourself see this inspiration as a source of your own epiphany. I ask only that as I make my first steps into oblivion. To my wife, Rose, my heart and love go to you and our daughter Keira. I ask that you remember me for the person I am and was, not the being that hid behind suits and titles. Tonight, I face the brother that is what I was and we must decide which one of us was the better choice for me to make. Give Keira a kiss for me and sing her to sleep with her favorite song. To you, my friend and reader, you must take this message and keep it with you. Though you wear a mask, do not hide from your true identity and name. Forgive the clichés, I suppose I am more like my brother than I thought. Always, Christian Savior – February 27, 2010. What was this nonsense? 2010? February? What was this letter telling me? Was this some kind of trick by the gods? Was Zerok appeasing the masses with some kind of written word? I didn’t know. Christean? Who was this “Christean”? These were questions I couldn’t answer any more than the previous ones. Yet, as I blinked my eyes, I was brought back to reality and the sands. If this was a trick by Zerok or Starrhotep, then I needed to leave before he caught me. With a kick of my feet, the black mare stormed off into the sands, leaving the past and this “Savur” behind me. Still…whoever he is…may the gods bless you… ******************************************************************************** My eyes shot open and I sat straight up in my bed. The drug must have worn off and done a number on my memory, as I had no idea what time it was or what I had been dreaming. Still, at least I was rested. With a stretch, I let my hands grace over the IWC Cartel title that rested in my lap. Checking the clock, I was surprised that the time read 6:59 am. Rose would be up soon and she and I had places to be. Particularly, a large arena where history was going to be made. Savior: Still…sometimes it’s the old stuff that works the best… I smirked as I stood out of the chair and stretched my limbs again before making my way slowly towards the washroom. Suddenly, the day had started with some interesting inspiration, though from where I could not be certain. One thing’s for sure…it won’t be boring… Definitely won’t be boring…. ********************************************************************************* |
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Part 2: Step through the Looking Glass The camera opens up to a place you cannot identify, a building with no discernable markings. There are no revelations as to what ground this area and the words spoken within are, be it Supreme Championship Wrestling or Independent Wrestling Cartel. Rather, the room seems very shadowy and enigmatic. It appears to be an old warehouse, or some abandoned building, the rusted metal and concrete giving those small details away. Beyond that, there is a small, leather chair placed in the center of the camera shot. Beside is a table with a single glass that is full of clear water. And it is this amount of water that gives the only revelation of movement, as it shifts and waves with the vibrations coming from the steps of a man. The sound of his feet hitting concrete gets louder and louder until Christian Savior steps into the camera’s view. Like before, the suit that had once hugged his frame is gone, replaced by the blue jeans, long black coat and white dress shirt. With a shrug, Savior removes the IWC Cartel Title, which moments ago sparkled around his shoulder, to place it on the table near the glass of water. Savior: I suppose many of you were thinking that Christian Savior would be a little tired from just completing his triple threat match days ago. I suppose some of you would be thinking that Savior wouldn’t dare show his face after seeing the new updates from last Breakdown. I suppose some of you, like my brother, believed I wouldn’t make a sound or coherent gesture without some kind of mockery or over-the-top performing. Well, to the fuckers that thought that last one… you were right! With a stamp of his foot, Savior suddenly strikes the ground, causing the floor, walls and ceilings to suddenly shift into static and black and white. Even the background behind him warps into static, revealing that Savior stands not in a warehouse but a room where every surface is a screen. With a grin, Savior crosses his arms and stares into the camera. Savior: Beats talking to yourself or an audio recording device, eh brother? I mean, I know your tried and true methods of recording a promo are simply “exhilarating”, and I use that term loosely, but sometimes, you just got to put that little bit of extra time and effort into it. But hey, I’m not here to critique your finances and lack of creativity. That would be a lie on the last part. No, rather, I’m here to enlighten you, and the rest of the disciples and children of the twilight… If possible, Savior’s grin grows even wider as his head lowers slightly, though his eyes never falter from the camera. Savior: That’s right, Jason. I said twilight… With a sudden snap of his fingers, the static screens suddenly change to a familiar spiral design of black and white, showing numerous odd images that are anything but unrecognizable. Savior: There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone. Slowly, Savior sits back in his chair, the images and dials stopping to change back to that of the warehouse. Thus, the camera is able to focus on the true star of this show. Savior: You see, when I realized that IWC AND SCW were putting on an inter-promotional show, though their reasons were obviously quite materialistic, I knew I would eventually have to give my own two-cents into it through the longest running and most successful talk show in IWC and SCW, the Twilight Zone. See, I knew that the blind sheep, like Jason, would rant and rave about utter nonsense, and that the poor, misguided fans would need the words from a man with intelligence and a man that does not mislead through words, but can achieve all he desires by action. Now all of you can say otherwise, but have I ever lied to you? Have I ever made a promise that I could not keep? No? Because I always keep my guarantees. Did I not reassure you that I would become the final entrant into the fatal-four-way one fall to a finish match? Did I not do that? That is why, for tonight, the guest of the show shall be…me. Introduce one man of Christian Lestat Savior. A wrestler and performer for both SCW and IWC. A man with political convictions and ideals, but one that is about to spend a moment or two with a different outlook, courtesy of his short trip into…the twilight zone! The images behind Savior flash thunder and lightning before returning to that of the warehouse. Savior: Now, with 2-for-1 now far away from us, I like to look at it as a beginning of sorts. We will see many things that we may never seen before. For example, we will see Jake Starr fighting Greg Cherry. Oh wait…we’ve already seen this. We will see Christian Savior facing Jake Starr. No no no, we already saw that at Rise to Greatness…sort of a filler match, really. We will see Jason Zero face Chris- NO! We’ve seen it all before! Except one… Zero vs Starr. Ahhh, so that’s the new angle we are going with. Two superstars who have never faced each other before, title for title. (slowly) Are you fucking me? That’s your idea for a main-event at this “supershow”? That’s your biggest concept? The “less-than-a-month” champion against the champion that “Almost made history”. Are you guys just messing with me? How is that even remotely entertaining? How is that even remotely good for business? An ideal match? Get rid of Zero and Cherry and put in REAL talent from IWC and SCW. Give us Josh Hudson, who beat the “current IWC champion” twice! Or Jackson Adams, who beat Kingdom straight up, a feat neither Cherry or Jason has done. But no, you give us- Savior suddenly stops, freezing in motion before smiling and relaxing into his chair. Savior: I’m rambling and getting ahead of myself. I suppose I can calmly approach this from perspective angle. The camera suddenly changes to a certain picture of a “Pennsylvania Sensation”. Savior: Greg Cherry. Former SCW Heavyweight Champion. Former United States Champion and recently, FORMER Adrenaline Champion. I find it interesting that you were all talk and talent when you needed to defend your “longest reign as champion”, but after that…looks like the wind got out of your sails, eh old boy? See, you, Cherry, I can’t understand. Why are you even in this match? I mean, let’s think of it logically, which for you would involve pulling out a dictionary, looking up the word “logically”, and then following along with me, looking up every other word and point of phrase that I use. Logically speaking, you’ve had your shot. Again and again and again. Yet you lose again and again. My god, you’re the male equivalent of Katie Seward, a man named Kirk. Let’s see now, Kirk, where do I get off saying that? Well, despite failing at claiming the SCW championship numerous times, you keep crying that you are the rightful champion and still need that title shot. No, Cherry, what you need is a hope and prayer. Unlike the rest of us, you have to pin a man you have never beaten for the title before. You have to beat someone that you, well simply put, cannot beat when the stakes are this high. Your record isn’t on the line, so I expect nothing special from you. If I recall, you faced me not too long ago at Breakdown and you lost. Then you faced Jason with me as your partner, and you got pinned and lost. Then you went up against gods know who and managed to pull off a victory or two. I suppose it was those small victories that made you think you were capable of taking on the heavyweight champion, but you tried and lost. Now, you face both men that beat you and the champion you can never seem to take the SCW title from. Really, Cherry, an honest question. Exactly, what do you think your odds are at winning this match, based on your lack of success in 2010 and 2009, and I guess most of 2008? The images change from Cherry’s look of shock and frustration last Breakdown, when the Adrenaline title was taken from him by Masquerade. Savior: Looks like you can’t even beat mid-card jobbers anymore, Cherry. But then again, you haven’t done anything worthwhile in some time, have you? When was the last time you actually WERE the heavyweight champion? Two maybe three years ago? Face the facts, old man, your time is up. Don’t think I didn’t hear my brother’s rant on you. Despite his lackluster performance, he has you pretty much nailed to the letter. But he left out the most important truth, and I shall enlighten you on it. Here in the Twilight Zone, truth can be the bane or miracle of existence. So let’s talk… I know what makes you tick, Cherry, why, after all these years and failings, why you come back. It ISN’T the SCW championship. You can tell yourself it is until you are blue in the face, but we both know better. You’re afraid, Greg. Deep down, in that small heart that beats, mostly just to keep blood into your system and thus keep you alive, you feel it every time you look yourself in the mirror and every time you lace up your boots. You’re afraid that this is your last match. You don’t think I haven’t noticed? You’re slower, Greg. You’re weaker. The reason you haven’t been placed in the SCW title hunt in years, with the exception of recently, is the same reason as why my brother has yet to receive a REAL SCW title shot. Neither of you can handle it anymore. Neither of you can handle long, grueling matches. Hell, look at you Cherry, you can’t even win a fucking PPV match without losing two or there more to compliment it! Greg, face facts! The Pennsylvania Sensation has lost its flavor. You’re like a beat up, chewed up piece of gum. SCW had its fun with you in 2007 blowing bubbles, but that time is over. The ride is done. That means that it’s time for you to get off the roller coaster and let better talent take over. For months, we’ve all been telling you it. For months, we’ve been trying to beat that lesson into you, but you can never listen, can you? In one ear and out the other, right? That’s what this promo will do. You’ll probably pull a Jason and play it on fast-forward, taking notes of key words and making your argument based on one-liners. You and Jason both live in the same dream world, Cherry. That kind of half-ass studying and wrestling may have worked three years ago with Oleksa “Can’t get it up” Drachewych, but in this new SCW, things are different. At least it is in the ring. Obviously not in the political aspect or you wouldn’t even BE in this match. In the ring, though, your try that and you get your ass kicked…Oh wait, both you and Jason have already had that happen. I mean, Cherry, when was the last time you won a PPV? Gang Rulz? Against a jobber? Was your self-esteem THAT low that you needed to beat one some nobody…oh wait…you also got beat by a no-longer existent tag team. A win and a loss in one night, with the loss easily outweighing the win. How much more proof do you need, Cherry? You’re a filler in this match. You’re someone that was just pushed in because SCW needed to cough up another superstar and all the good ones were taken in previous matches. That, and I’m sure you would have broke your hand banging on Sasha door in tears because you (imitating child voice) really only needed one more shot, Sasha. Please! One more shot is all I need! (normal voice) You think anyone here is buying the bullshit that comes out of your mouth, Greg? No, your mentality is that, like Jake Starr, if you get enough shots, eventually you’ll be lucky and the “longest reigning champion turned flash in the pan” will become heavyweight champion one more night. And I do really mean one more night, Cherry, cause knowing you, you’ll probably defend in the same night and lose it. You’re a flash in the pan, Cherry. 2007 was your year, but 2010 is mine! I’ve waited a long time to conquer both IWC and SCW officially and entirely. Trust me when I say I have no problems putting you back on the shelf to make that dream a reality. So, I want you think long and hard about this. Is another loss in your career really worth me kicking your ass and beating you again, having Starr and Jason do the same, just so you can tell your kid you tried? That you can tell your on-again, off-again love interest Ashley that you tried? Just think about that for a moment, Greg, then let me know. Running his hands through his long hair, Savior takes a deep breath before reaching out to grab his glass of water. Taking a quick drink, Savior places the glass back on the table before re-addressing the camera. Savior: Insert here, Jake Starr. SCW Champion and former Adrenaline Champion. Considered by many to be a true embodiment of the future of SCW. Rookie of the Year award winner and latest occupant in the Twilight Zone. Once more, the television changes, shifting over to the image of Jake Starr as he holds the SCW title moments after Body, Heart and Soul. Saviro: Jake Starr…SCW champion. I’m glad you remember me, and I’m glad you had the foresight to watch the superior brand of IWC for the last few weeks before running your mouth in front of a camera, which has become a bit of a trait for you. I gotta say though, for someone so full of himself that he can do nothing but rant about his abilities for hours on end, you sure do ask a lot of questions, both rhetorical and otherwise. Are you so unsure about your own words that you have to leave us wondering over your one-liner questions turned insults? Are you so predictable that you need them in order to add some excitement into your mundane sermonizing? Are you ever gonna grow some balls and actually say something worth mentioning? See? I can do it too, Starr. It’s not hard. So let’s remove those “philosophical” questions of yours and just go for a “reality check”. Whether you like it or not, you will face me at 2-for-1. So you better understand some things in that amateurish mind of yours. First of all, I don’t recall you DRIVING me out of SCW. As what I recall, you did beat me at Rise to Greatness; that much is correct. But if you drove me out of SCW, then why am I still there? Why am I still billed to be the NEXT United States Champion? Why would you say you drove me out, when moments ago you called me an SCW superstar? Are you just rambling on the spot, or can you really not make up your mind when speaking to a camera? I’m sorry, I’m pulling a Jake Starr and asking questions again. Questions I already know the answer to. Fact is you’re just embellishing your victories to give your ego a bit more space. Sad thing is, no one is believing it, not even your little misfit club with the secret handshakes and passwords. You’re saying I use to be the cock of the walk and was a former IWC and SCW champion. Thank you for giving us a history lesson. We all know that. We all know what I’ve done. Gods know it’s more than what you have done. But don’t assume for a moment that a match and subsequent loss to you changed anything about me. Truth is, I didn’t need an adrenaline title reign again! I’ve already got two to my name, which is more than you again. No, what you got was a Christian Savior that knew he was wrestling a filler match and didn’t give a crap about whether or not he won or lost. It was about money and I was handsomely paid to be in the ring. I’m afraid that anything more than that would have cost SCW extra. That’s the Christian Savior you faced nearly a year ago at Rise to Greatness. A self-imploding Savior broken from losing the IWC title, but it’s not the Christian Savior you face now. You see, Jakey, I know you’ve been on cloud nine since you finally, despite losing your first shot, won the heavyweight championship from Exeter, so it’s understandable that you would not pay attention to anything outside your own little world. Still, let me enlighten you as to how much of an “impact player” I’ve been. Since “losing to you last Rise to Greatness, I became the only superstar in IWC and SCW history to hold championship gold around his waist for an entire year, from January 1st to December 31st, and I am still a champion. Since Rise to Greatness, I also formed the most dominant faction in professional wrestling today, the Five Star Society. And where your last name is nothing more than a misspelled misnomer, The Five Star Society have yet to be defeated by any faction or superstar; a faction full of true superstars that could not only put you to shame, but would end your little lucky break faster than an Adam Riddick promo. I am also the IWC Cartel Champion, and have held the IWC title once more. I have headlined nearly every pay-per-view and RIOT in IWC. So, in terms of impact, Starr, I think you better check your facts again. There’s a reason I am called the Omnipotent Opportunist and why people are itching to try and beat me in the ring in IWC. There’s a reason I am in this match. Perhaps not in your little version of SCW, though I remain on a winning streak since gods know when. Truth be told, I haven’t been interested in taking the SCW title recently. I’ve been more interested in making history and a legacy, but again, that’s something you could have done, but lacked the ability to do it, right, Starr? As if an epiphany has entered his brain, Savior slowly leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. Savior: In fact, if we wish to speak of impact, what have you done, Starr? Sure, you won the Adrenaline and Heavyweight title in your first year. Way to go. In one year of IWC, I won the X-class, NHB, the Tag, AND Heavyweight Title, complete with successful title defenses and main-event status. Still, nothing you don’t already know, right? I’m sure you just forgot to mention that in your last promo, Jakey. So you won two titles. Then what? You’ve only really fought Katie Seward, whom any one of us could beat, and Greg Cherry, whom all of us HAVE beaten. Hooray for you. Still, I fail to see where that constitutes an impact. In fact, all you’ve really done that was noticeable was get beaten by Cherry and come so close to breaking his record only to fail. Hell, I see more of CHBK, Josh Hudson, and yes, even Katie Seward more than I see of you. Can you explain that to me, Jake? NO! No more questions…let me answer the question for you. You talk about me becoming irrelevant and that you will be a trial I have never faced before. A guy named AWOL thought the same thing. He thought I was irrelevant and that he could bulldoze past me without much of a fight. He thought my time was done and his star was on the rise. Well…I think you know how it turned out… Truth is, Jake, I don’t believe your bullshit for a single second. You are the one that is irrelevant. You are inconsequential. Your presence is nothing more than a slight sting that will eventually fade into memory. Because you can gussy up your resume as much as you want. You can show off your track record and tell yourself you’re worth something. But deep down, you’re just the latest flavor. It was Cherry-gum in 2007 and it was Starr-burst in 2009. That is why I see your arrogant little rants for the lackluster crap they are. Because all your promo did was downplay my accomplishments I have done in IWC and SCW. It was your own distorted little version of the truth. But I know why. Because compared to me, and what I’ve done, Starr, you’re nowhere near my league. Hell, you’re not even in the same galaxy as me. I’m light years ahead of you in terms of talent, in terms of prowess, in terms of intelligence and in terms of charisma. And yet…and yet… you think I am irrelevant? Allow me to fill something in for you, Starr, because your little spiel, which was probably created under the influence of drugs, left out something that I need to address. I am a champion as well in this match. But there was a reason my title was not put on the line. See, unlike any of you, I EARNED my place in this match. Unlike you Jake Starr, who had to get two or three different opportunities to put away James Exeter and win the title. Unlike Greg Cherry, who got in because he kept losing his matches, and unlike Jason Zero, who got the IWC Heavyweight title in an unsanctioned, unofficial match. Me? I took on the top contenders of IWC and I BEAT them. I was the man standing. I EARNED my number one contender spot to compete in this match, Jake, so don’t go running your mouth over who is irrelevant, non-impact, and who handed me what. Out of the two of us, no one has been handed more title shot opportunities than you this year. That’s the harsh reality of the world of SCW and IWC. In the end, you’re still some arrogant little prick of a rookie that’s been on a lucky streak. You’re still some pushover kid that’s bitten off more than he can chew, because week after week, all I’ve seen is you come on camera and run your mouth like you’re supposedly in the same league as Jason, myself and Cherry. We are hall of fame material, Jake. We are going to be remembered when the letters IWC and SCW are spoken. You? You’re the Dillusion, and the Thorn, and the Lethal Weapon, and the Johnny Kingdom, and the Simon Cagero. You come in, kick up a fuss, throw a tantrum here and there, then high-tail it the minute you start losing. Five years and I am still here and still main-eventing any promotion I choose, in this case IWC. How long will you last, Jake, when I take the only claim to fame you’ve got left? Because at 2-for-1, I may just have to go through you to become a World Heavyweight Champion again. I may have to put you away with the Blaze of Glory. But let me make one final thing clear. I’m not in this for TOTAL DOMIMNATION of SCW and IWC, as you put it. I’m not here to say what I already know. I already know I’m better than you and everyone in this match. I don’t need a match to prove that to me. I’m in this match for one reason and one reason alone. To get back what is rightfully mine. The heavyweight title. The title I received no true rematch for. The titles I was screwed out of. The titles that belong back with the greatest champion in the history of IWC AND SCW. If you want to try and stand in my way to my destiny, Jake, and prove me wrong, then go ahead and take your chances. If you do, then you better be fucking ready for more than you could ever imagine. Because I hold no pretenses of whom I want to beat or pin, like you, Cherry or my brother. If I get a chance to take the SCW title from you, then I’m fucking taking it. And regardless of whose title I take, you will know one simple truth. That is that no one can end the Rising Phoenix. Break me, and I rise. Burn me, and I will rise… I’m afraid for you, Jake, 2-for-1 will be my time to rise, and for your falling star to crash…blaze of glory and all. The screens suddenly go to static before flashing the word “WARNING” on the screen in red. Looking around, Savior slowly breathes as a familiar face appears on the screen. Savior: Jason. My brother. My dear, big brother. Oh how I have missed you. Missed you and your altruism. With a few quick movements, Savior empties the glass of water before placing it back on the black table and suddenly grinning that infamous smirk of his. Savior: Last I saw you, you were tossed out of Infection and beaten out of IWC at the same time by me. I must admit you were the last person I expected to see again. But then, a little less than a month ago, you unmasked yourself and revealed yourself as the enigmatic Zero. And you looked into my eyes and saw the shock and surprise on my face. You know, at that moment, you did get the better of me, because truthfully, Jason, I did not expect you to be behind the attacks and the blatant signs… I expected it to be the work of Adam Riddick. No, I’m serious, Jason. Five Star had a pool going on who we all thought Zero was. Porno Lad was sure it was you, but I couldn’t believe it, because there was no way my brother Jason, infamous for controversy, would do something as obvious and predictable as put on a mask for the umpteenth time, change his name, music and moves for the umpteenth time and attack his brother, who was the most powerful superstar in the faction. When I saw Kassie, I was sure I had won the pool and could at least buy myself a drink over the title you had stolen from me. It couldn’t have been you. There was no way. Well…Porno Lad won the pool and the hundred dollars that went with it. I mean, really, Jason, how could I have expected anything more from you? Gone for months on end, then comes back in a big blaze with a new attitude and new persona. Dear gods, how much more obvious could you get?! But that’s always been your pattern, hasn’t it, Jason? Oh don’t believe me? Let me roll back the clock to the last time you took some time off, that would be in Hostility around 2006/2007? I was hired as a bounty hunter and took you out? You went out for months on end, only to come back as Wheeler, then Faust, then the Easter bunny. Now, after months away, you return as the masked vigilante Zero. I gotta say that’s brilliant stuff, Jason, it really is. Wearing mask to shroud doubt in the audience and hide your identity, then using said identity to get ahead. I mean, who in their right mind could have possibly come up with that one? But I’m glad you’re back, Jason, because it gives me the opportunity I haven’t had but have been itching for. That is to make up for the two titles you cost me, but than again, that has always been your little issue, hasn’t it, brother? You could never accept me when I was the champion. Back in Black Cell, I wanted my shot at the title, what did you do? You put on a mask and threw yourself into the front of the line with a musical quote from Phantom of the Opera. When I tried to become considered the number one contender for the Massacre title, what did you do? You threw on some more personas like O’Grady and got in my way. When I finally, at long last became Heavyweight champion of IWC and SCW, you got in my way and cost me said titles. Everywhere I turned, you were there, ready to screw me over because you couldn’t admit that I was the better champion than you, that my time had come and that I was the future of IWC and SCW and not you. But I’m…I’m not here to give you a history lesson, Jason. We all know the history between you and I, and we both know how you love to flaunt it. Let’s focus on the present. For the first time since that screw job in the Paranoia Cage, Christian Savior is going to be facing his brother Jason…wait…Zero? You’re name’s now Jason Zero? Okay, I’ll admit, that’s cute. You wanted to keep the persona of Zero but get rid of the mask cause the antic was getting old so you combined them into a new name. That’s cute, Jason. Let’s see, we combine that with Faust, Vampire Lord, Arcadeia, O’Grady, Wheeler, the original Zero, Kevin Mask and the Phantom, and all you need is three more personas and we could make your own personal calendar! The sound of audience laughing is heard as a series of laughing faces appear on the screen. Savior does not flinch but continues to smile as he looks into the camera. Savior: Confused, Jason? Confused at why people are laughing at you? They’re not laughing at you because they don’t respect you. That’s not it. They’re laughing at you because your act is getting old. I mean, that’s all we see from you, Jason. You’re a one trick pony. You come in with a persona, get your title, start losing, you cry and cry, then run off or get thrown out by me, only to come back with a new face, look, attitude, condition, and start the whole cycle all over again. You’re worse than Owen Hart and Charlie Hass combined cause you can never seem to make up your mind. That’s why these people are laughing at you, because they know they are gonna see the same old show of yours. We’re gonna see you lazily jump through the hoops. As for me? I’m not laughing. I don’t find you funny, Jason. I find you an embarrassment. I find you an embarrassment to IWC. I couldn’t give a shit what you do in SCW, because that’s where rejects like you can thrive, but when you start bringing that kind of shit into MY federation… It’s embarrassing because I know how good you are. I know how good of a wrestler you are, Jason. Which is why I laughed when you said “I never learned how to jump every single challenger from you”. Because the way I see it, you’ve been dodging challengers your entire career. Not one person has really faced you Jason. They’ve faced whatever persona you’re currently in love with. You dodge matches and competition because you can’t stand the thought of you being revealed as the loser. So when that starts to happen, you pack your bags and you go off to your batcave to find a new persona from reading comics or watching cartoons. For the past few months, you’ve been sneaking in IWC, talking about how you would break the foundations and bring in a new age. After you unmasked, you then started talking about being the greatest champion. Then, you came to promo for 2 for one and you said you were interested in pinning me. What happened, Jason? What happened to “taking out Savior”? What happened to, “tackling that last pillar”? What happened to “Savior must be stopped”? Was that already accomplished? When exactly did you stop me, Jason? Because, though you did indeed take the title from me, you didn’t exactly stop me, otherwise I wouldn’t even be in this match. Was this little flash in the pan, this brief moment of greatness, your supposed Ragnorak? Sneaking behind me and stealing yet another title from me? Because what it looks like, Jason, is that once you got what you REALLY wanted, the IWC heavyweight title, you immediately abandoned all pretenses and all notions of nobility, because you had what you wanted. Now…who in their right mind could have seen that? The screens suddenly change to the word “Savior”. Savior: Yet you have the audacity to call me the second weakest link in this match, Jason? You, who just returned to IWC after being humiliated by me. You, who can’t win an SCW Pay-Per-View match to save your life? You, who lost to Josh Hudson twice in a row and has yet to receive a title shot since he lost to Winters back in 2009? I think that you’re just doing the same thing you’ve done every time we’ve faced. You tell yourself these words because you don’t want to admit how wrong you are. See, like Jake Starr, you’re just a scared little boy re-entering the world that kicked you out. And you think that if you tell yourself how great you are and how talented and better you are compared to me…maybe the big bad Mr. Savior will go away and not kick my ass! It’s laughable to watch you do that every week on IWC and lately SCW, but it doesn’t work that way, Jason. To be the best, you gotta beat the best. You have to thrive off of competition and you have to thrive and being the smartest of them all, manipulating the strings until you are where you stand. But more than that, you have to be able to defend your title against the very best. You have to conquer the foes and show the world at how great you are. Eight times you’ve been a World heavyweight Champion, and as far as I see, you haven’t proven a damn thing in that aspect! You don’t thrive in competition, Jason. You just go as far as your latest cosmetic change will take you. You go as far as the gimmick will carry you, then you shrivel up till something better happens. Me? Do you see a mask on my face? Do you see a secret decoder ring that comes with my action figure? Do you see subtitles needed when I talk in front of a camera or to the fans? It’s because my words are real. My name is real. My intentions are real. That’s why I haven’t had to back away for months at a time. That’s why I haven’t had to back down from a title defense. That’s why I thrive in IWC, while scared little boys like you run up, steal whatever they can get their grubby hands on, only to lose what they took and think it’s enough. That’s not how IWC works, Jason. Maybe SCW is like that, but now IWC. Till you’ve beaten me, and I mean REALLY beaten me in a full, sanctioned IWC match with that title on the line, then you haven’t proven a damn thing. Because you didn’t win that title that adjourns your shoulder less than a month ago. I did. It was me that pinned and beat Johnny Kingdom. It was me that proved to the world that I was the best wrestler. Like so much times in the past, I would do the work and you would get the glory. Problem is, you’re transfixed with that idea and believe it’s still true. Jason, look into my eyes. It’s over. It’s dead. You can try and reap the fruits of my abilities, but those fruits are an acquired taste, and you’re nowhere near ready to experience that- Zero: The worst indignity is that now I have to sit through another fairy tale on the past life of Christian Savior. So what… you were a pharaoh or something in the past? Whoopdie doo… Just like whatever your Egyptian/Scorpion King WHATEVER Fantasy has no bearing on the here and now. Turning his head, Savior, hears the venomous words of his brother from his previous promo. The screens are black as the voice repeats the line once more before fading. Zero: The worst indignity is that now I have to sit through another fairy tale on the past life of Christian Savior. So what… you were a pharaoh or something in the past? Whoopdie doo… Just like whatever your Egyptian/Scorpion King WHATEVER Fantasy has no bearing on the here and now. Rolling his tongue inside of his mouth, Savior slowly looks around the room before slowly pulling a medical sheet attached to a clipboard from behind his chair. Savior: My fantasy? Are you referring to my visions, Jason? Are you?! Because if you are, then I have absolutely no idea how the hell you would know that. I have told those visions to no one! Not even my wife! So, what? The great Jason Zero now has the ability to read minds? NO NO! Jason Zero, my talented brother, can now see dreams and walk among them. He is the dreamwalker! Yes, that’s his latest ability, and it would go great with his “Fusion Gate Condition” or whatever it is you want to call it. Yes, your medical history doesn’t lie, Jason. Cause apparently, if everything you’ve said is true, you’re a part British, part Irish, part vampire, part Canadian, part French, part German, part fiction and all bullshit guy that has a thirst for blood, a deformed/reconstructed face from acid and CHBK, a genetic abnormality that makes your skin pale but may have remarkably cured itself, a condition that doesn’t make you feel any pain whatsoever, and now you have the ability to see people’s dreams. Personally, the way you’re going, that’s about the most likely step you’ll take next! Seriously, Jason, how much bullshit did you think we were going to believe before we called you on it. Every persona you’ve adopted, you’ve tried to conjure up some latest condition to go with it. Again, we are back to you and the lies you tell yourself. You give yourself supernatural powers or conditions you’re more likely to see on House than in reality, because you hope it will give you that little bit more of a mental edge. It’s sad and it’s pathetic, because I know the truth. You are a very real and mortal man, Jason. You can be hurt, you can bleed and you can be stopped. I know, no one has done so more than me- Zero: Christian, how many times have you honestly tried? How many times have you tried to beat me? And how many times have you succeeded? Once… maybe twice? I’ve beaten you more times than I have fingers to count them on. But really, you are welcome to try again. Kicking your ass never gets old. Savior: Beaten me? Bro, if you’re referring to the few times you’ve pinned me due to interference or the few times you beat me straight up back in 2005, then you seriously need better examples if you want to get under my skin. Cause I can’t recall a single time you’ve “kicked my ass”. You tried once at Retribution and you lost. You tried again at Taking Hold of the Flame and you couldn’t do it, so you pinned Riddick instead. Still, if you will, remind me of a time you demolished me? A time, of the many, where you kicked my ass. And I don’t mean those little spring attacks out of nowhere where you would strike, then disappear with no real damage, but a time where you left me lying in the gutter, bloody and beaten to a pulp. Just off the top of your head. Cause apparently, you’ve done it so many times and it never gets old, you must have a story or two. Why don’t you let me know in your next promo. As for me? Off the top of my head? The screens suddenly change to the same footage. It is of Taking Hold of the Flame 2006. In the ring, is Jason Wheeler, Adam Riddick, and Christian Savior, under the name of Dominic Dracklord at the time. Riddick starts to get up and he walks over and suddenly Dreklord looks at him before looking at Wheeler. The two start to stomp away at Wheeler. The crowd is in shock and is unknown as to how to react. Riddick grabs Wheeler and lifts him up. He sets him up for a spinebuster and Dreklord runs into the ropes and the two hit the Hart Attack on him. Riddick walks over and the two men shake each other’s hands. The crowd cheers a bit and “Close Your Eyes“ plays throughout the arena. The two exit the ring leaving Wheeler unconscious. Johnson: “I guess part of Black Cell is back in business!” Sharper: “Dreklord and Riddick must be back together as a cohesive unit but Wheeler is down and out.” Dawson: “I don’t believe what we just saw.” The footage focuses on the bloody and beaten form of Jason Wheeler before fading back to black, returning the viewer to a smiling and content Christian Savior. Savior: Just off the top of my head, remember, Jason? This is also an interesting choice because it was the last PPV I would use a gimmick name. It was at that time that I realized how pointless gimmicks, like yours, are, Jason. I suppose by now, you’ve realized that I am not referring to you as your new name. I haven’t really called you by your new gimmick, have I? There’s a reason behind that. You see, Jason, a name is suppose to bring pride to someone. Pride of family, pride of oneself, pride in general. Yet you, in uncaring fashion burn through names like they are going out of style. See, that’s where we get to the focus of your argument. Zero: Seriously, when I think about it, have you EVER done anything original? Your finisher is the Blaze of Glory (or at least it’s one of your finishers). What is the Blaze of Glory, Christian? It’s a spear! Who used the Spear before you? Me! You do movie parodies… like Arcadeia did back in 04. Screen flickers to a picture of Jason Zero again, before Savior suddenly begins laughing a high, sinister chuckle. Savior: Oh come on, Jason! You’re actually going back to this?! You’re seriously going back to the whole copycat complaint? Months and months have come and gone since you and I stepped into the ring together, and you come to me, guns blazing and the best insult you can come up with is, “You’re a copy of me! Nothing you do is original! You steal MY finishers”. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the current IWC Champion and supposedly the greatest SCW champion history. Too busy playing “I’m telling mommy on you!” to make a decent insult. Seriously, Jason, you’re made because my Blaze of Glory is a spear, like your Blood Lust Spear? Or are you just pissed that I do that move better than you? Then again, why are you pissed at me? So I have one similar move in my arsenal compared to yours. Why aren’t you mad at Dean Malenko? His finisher is the Texas Cloverhold, like your Four-Lead Clover Hold! Or what about Mankind! His finisher is with a sock, like your Hand of Midas! Or what about Lethal Weapon? His finisher, one of them, is also a spear! While we’re at it, let’s give Marina Trent a call! Her Devil May Cry finisher is similar to your night flight! No? Not want to give any of them a call? Then what the fuck difference does it make with me, Jason? You’ve claimed so many moves as your finisher, half the roster is probably using a form of them. What next? You gonna do an arm wrench and call it “Winding Down the Clock”? Three words, brat. Get over it! Releasing a long sigh, Savior slowly looks down, then up, back to the camera. Savior: Because it will be that spear that puts you away and out of the championship chance again. You seem to forget, Jason, that when I am around you, bad things happen to you. Remember, it was me that took away your Massacre title to Xander Valentine, and it was me that took you out of the title opportunity at Paranoia VI, and it was me that was able to take the title Winters took from you. That’s what I do, I take people’s titles. That’s what I pride myself on doing. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I EARNED my chance to be here. In IWC, you get one shot to be considered for the IWC Championship match. You don’t get a gimme into the final round like SCW and you don’t get shot after shot after shot. You get one. And me? I have never failed in attaining an IWC title. That’s what I get paid to do. That’s the reason I have won more IWC titles than any other IWC superstar. That’s the reason I’ve won nearly every title in SCW and IWC. Unlike you, Jason, I don’t butcher my chances, and I don’t need a second chance. One chance is all I need to once again align myself as the IWC or SCW Champion. ZERO: You still are a second rate piss ant whose time in IWC has LONG since passed. This time, at 2 for 1, there is not going to be anyone to save you. YOU have to make the pin on someone, and let’s face it, you can’t beat me. Clenching his fist, Savior finally shows a small bit of anger in his composure. Savior: Ya see, the more you repeat that stupid line of yours like a buzzing in my head… Because it’s practically the same line you said to me at Redemption in 2006. Since when have you ever saved me, Jason? Since when have I ever needed saving, eh big brother? But again, you never care about that part. Like your gimmicks, your rulings are only half-assed and half-finished most of the time. Still the more I hear your voice buzzing around in there saying the exact same lines you said to me since I ended our little time in Black Cell over half a decade ago…those lines of “Savior can’t beat me”…The more I hear those same lines over and over again, the more I want to take that holier-than-thou look and my-time-has-come attitude of yours and shove them down your throat and into permanent retirement! Forcing himself to calm down, Savior slowly rolls his shoulders back before talking calmly. Savior: Now, because of your whining to the boss, you could have the chance to be SCW champion as well, but I ask you this, Jason. In regards to what you said earlier. This whole thing is about your ego wanting to be a dual World Heavyweight Champion. A remarkable and incredible feat…but not impossible. As a matter of fact, there was a man that actually did that feat before you, and is the only man to have done that. A picture is suddenly shown of Savior holding up both the SCW and IWC Championship belts. Savior: So remind me, brother, who’s chasing who’s shadow? Sitting back in his chair, Savior slowly grabs his Cartel Title and holds it close to him. Savior: See, I know better, this isn’t about winning the championship gold alone, Jason. Because I know, you are going to mention my two week reign as SCW champion. I know, that you will bring up that you held the title more times than me, but let me remind you something, Jason. That two-week reign was still longer than the reign of Kevin Mask, who only lasted a week. That two-week reign was no different than your reign as O’Grady, Mask, and your first as Wheeler, which you lost after the first title defense. In fact, of the seven heavyweight championship belts you’ve held, Jason, only three of them got past your first title defense. The other four? You were defeated, beaten, humiliated and title-less within a month. But that’s a trend for you. A one-month wonder, right? Even less in IWC and SCW. Didn’t you lose both the single titles you won within two or so weeks? And on the first title defense? Gotta admit, Jason. I have yet to have that happen to me in IWC. It seems to be a curse wherever you go… In fact, if we combine all your heavyweight title reigns together, it makes about 11 months. So in seven years of wrestling starting from when you first became champion, you’ve held the title for nearly a year’s worth of time. Seven years, seven reigns, 11 months as champion. Still, that’s kinda sad considering my first heavyweight championship reign ran from around October to June. First year as champion and I hold it for eight months. I can’t wait till I get my next five and see what what the total is, Jason. But again, are you really surprised? I mean, I’ve won more numerous titles than you. I’ve held titles longer than you in both SCW and IWC. To be honest, Jason. Look at the two of us. Which one of us has the longer reign as champion? Which one of us has held more numerous titles? Which one of us has really been the true superstar of IWC and SCW? Because I look at this new you, and I don’t see any of those things. All I see is, as I said, a one trick pony, who runs in with a new gimmick, gets a lucky break with that new momentum, and claims it’s all him. Truth is, Jason, it’s not all you. It’s never been all you. Cause when I see you, I don’t see a seven-time SCW champion. You look at the history of SCW title reigns, and you don’t see your name written seven times, Jason. You see a variety of other names. Names of characters and people that won the title. In the very real sense, Jason, you’ve won nothing. That’s the true code in your message, Jason. The image flickers to that familiar image of Jason Zero’s face as the words scramble across it. Savior: What I see is a very lost and broken man that has reached his end and is looking for one last thrill before he reaches said end. Fear motivates you, Jason. Fear of the world seeing the real you, without the masks and the jokes and the gimmicks and the new finishers. That’s why every time we face, you change your identity. That’s why I’ve never faced the same person more than twice in my career, despite facing you numerous times. Because you know that deep down, Jason, the REAL Jason, is a nobody. The real Jason is not a champion. The real Jason is not a legend and the real Jason can never defeat me. That is who I see beyond your mask and Riddick’s sloppy seconds of a woman you call a manager. At 2-for-1, though, no amount of smoke, mirrors, and masks will remove what I truly see, Jason. Standing up, Savior slowly places the Cartel title onto his shoulder, holding it in place with his hand. Savior: At 2-for-1 Jason, I will prove to you, and I will prove to the world that I am the better wrestler. Better than you, better than Jake Starr and better than Greg Cherry. At 2-for-1, I place myself back as the Heavyweight Champion of the world. Whether I have to go through you or Jake to do it, I will be champion. That’s the law of the jungle, Jason. The biggest, baddest wolf stays on top until a bigger, badder wolf comes along and eats him. That day is coming, Jason, much sooner than you think. Because when the bell rings, you’ll have no blackouts or red Z’s to hide behind. You’ll have no last minute costume changes to perform, and you’ll have no nuances to add to your little charade. It will just be four wrestlers fighting for the greatest prizes in the game. No tricks, no deceptions, no bogus stipulations. Time to man up, little boy, and prove to the world you can be the IWC heavyweight champion because… Slowly, the grin never leaving his face, Savior holds up his watch, checking it. Savior: You’re reaching upon your first month and first title defense, Jason. Trust me, when I say, the title is as good as mine. Tick tock goes the clock, and Ragnorak’s time will finally be up. After that? Adjust his belt, Savior looks into the blackness of the camera and into oblivion. Savior: Exit a man with no last name, only to be referred to as Jason… The camera slowly fades as Savior’s words ring, the symbolic eye appearing on the screens as the rest fade to black. Savior: A man of man faces, tastes and minds. A thief that stole a king’s crown, but will soon hear the cry of the wolf. That cry will lead to deadly game of pursuit that will send Jason running for his life down a dark desert known only…as the Twilight Zone… BLACK |
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[align=center]OOC: Just fyi all, I made the first rp before Breakdown aired when I saw Winters had no showed, but I didn’t know the rules were gonna change. Also, the quotes I usedi n my first rp came from the breakdown roleplay by adam riddick. PS Riddy bro, I did read your rp, and yes, I will do as you suggested. I’m going with what was on camera Also, I am using something off the main site of SCW in this rp regarding medical stuff so check that out for further information.Lastly, this is too big so I'm posting it in two parts. Sorry everyone but once I started, I couldn't stop. Good luck to all of you :D. This has been most fun ![]() ![]() I am trying a new medium than my usual methods dictate with the recordings or the cameras. I have decided to attempt the age old adage of ‘the pen’ being mightier than ‘the sword’. Thus my dictation is written by my own hand in this posting. I plan to discuss a few things that were brought up by my own brother, one Christian Savior… some of which you have all no doubt already formulated opinions of such in your own head. Before we begin, I feel there is a need for me to get the bare essentials out of the way. These are just a few things that I wish to get off my chest so I do not dwell on them for too long ala what we have just seen in the lesser brother (Christian). I wrote them over a period of the last several hours and will most likely not dwell upon them again. So… please glance over this at your leisure. [Zero’s Little List:] [[[[There are a few things that need to be said before I continue. Ok. Savior has lost to me every single time save for two incidents where he pinned me. I have defeated him six times at least (that’s just within my clear memory). Second of all, Christian Savior has not ever existed long (shorter than his SCW title reign) in SCW or IWC without being part of some sort of faction, be it Black Cell, the Instruments of Destruction, Revolution, The Infection, The Conspiracy, The Five Star Society. He talks about how I change names (once more I draw reference to the fact that I was Jason Wheeler for three years before merging with the persona that was created by the Infection betraying me), but the real lack of consistency is Christian Savior. This is in two ways. First of all, he always is changing what side he is on, and second, I think his little tirade is the most effort he has put into formulating a coherent promo in a long time. I mean a really long time. He’s not half assing it like he usually does. This time, he’s serious. It’s a shame, though, that it is still a pile of crap to begin with. Moving on, I have never claimed to be French, German, whatever. However, maybe I should answer that since many have asked me before where my blood comes from. As my genealogy was established long ago in SCW, my father is Charles Wheeler, a Brit through and through and my Mother was Victoria Ellwand, a member of the Sioux tribe. Thus, I am half Native and half English. Why go with O’Grady when I joined. Believe it or not, it was the Canadian Badd A$$’ idea, and for what it is worth, it was a good idea and gave me my start. No regrets, but there ya go. Anyway, these are the bare essentials. Now we can begin.]]]] Ok… so after about twenty tries, I finally was able to sit through the words of Christian Savior. Don’t worry Jake, I’m not gonna pick on you this time either. For some reason, the mere fact that the SCW title, while nice, is starting to take a backseat to another familiar pleasure I have experienced in my time in the wrestling world is very intriguing. What is this familiar pleasure you ask?… Why, Kicking my demented brother’s ass to the curb, of course. I mean holy crap, Christian! War and Peace had less to say than you did, and it had over five hundred characters! You, on the other end, just went on and on like a damn Discovery Channel special. Jesus Christ! Wait… that’s not right. Cause I usually learn something from Discovery Channel. Hang on, let me try and think this through… Ok what, or who, makes ridiculously long and pointless arguments that no one is really interested in, because they know the person arguing is a ego-maniacal whack job who only uses bits and pieces of history to twist it to try and stupefy audience into believing it. No… not every politician in the US. No… Not Bryan Singer when he directed Valkyrie… Michael Moore. That’s who you are, Christian. You’re the ridiculously over vocal, over bearing nut case of IWC who brought us such classic parodies as ‘I’m Christian Savior, an IWC Champion’ and ‘You can trust me. I’m Christian Savior, and I’m a team player’. Don’t get it? It’s cause no one ever believes half the crap you’re talking about. Either that, or they just get bored waiting for you to do the one thing you seem to have difficulty doing. GETTING TO THE POINT! You honestly, think you sound smart by doing nothing but talking nonstop for forty five minutes about the same thing over, and over again. Sad thing is that you aren’t ‘Waiting for Godot’ or some other theatre piece where the premise is pretty much what I just said. See, here’s the thing. You aren’t entertaining, so no one is going to watch you that long unless they have to. Watch, I’m going to show you something. Here’s a lesson from someone that has actually been at the top of the business for more than a few minutes. I am going to show you how to get to the point. Take your little (HA THAT’S BEING GENEROUS) speech about me. There were several things wrong with your little theory, and unlike you, I’m not going to take forever to get to them. I’m going to tell you right here, right now just where you, sir, went wrong. One, you have not held more numerous titles than me. You are at nineteen. The IWC World Title put me at twenty. Last I checked, Twenty beat nineteen every single time. Least now we know why you became a wrestler, cause math is not your strongest suit. Anyway, Second thing wrong with your logic is that you said my combined seven title reigns equal less than a year in SCW while your IWC title reign is about 8 months. Yes, that might be true, but you left something out of that statement. What is also true is that SCW operated on a weekly basis for the longest time, with me defending the title once, if not twice a month. How long do we have to wait for Christian Savior to defend a title? Well in his AMAZING 8 month reign as champ… he defended the title, successfully, TWICE. Wow… you have so much to be proud of there, Christian. Oh maybe you have more, but if you’re just going to read off what is written on the official website of our respective federations, then I can do the same. And according to them… You managed to hang on to a title for almost a year, you only defended it three times. You know, I should congratulate you, you managed to seem more pathetic as a champ just now than Cherry did when he was the United States Champion! But if that was the worst part of your long winded onslaught of verbal diarrhea, that it was factually flawed, I would consider that no worse than how you usually do when you’re remembering things. The worst part came when we had that little graphic, you see, of you holding the SCW and IWC title at the same time and you asked ‘Who is chasing whose shadow?’. Thing is if you listened, you would know that it is YOU who are chasing MY Shadow. Oh, I see, you were trying to imply the opposite because you held both titles. Ok, well let’s rewind that and see right before that. There’s Shawn Winters… There’s CHBK… CHBK beats Shawn Winters… and while he is tired and worn out, you beat him. You like visuals so much Savior, let’s look at what happened when I beat Dean Black for my first SCW Championship. There’s me… there’s Black… There’s me pinning Black, and that’s all she wrote. Alright, Christian, so what did you prove? That you can be a snarling hyena and pick up the bones? Look back on ALL his recent title wins, folks. That’s how he does it. He latches on to power factions and uses them to get what he wants. He’s not even a leader in this one that he’s in now, cause everyone sees what he is doing now. THAT is why I cashed in my title shot when I did at Riot. When I knew it was Savior trying to impersonate me, I knew this was my chance. For the first time, Christian, YOU were the one robbed out of something you ‘worked hard’ (and I use that phrase EXTREMELY loosely, and I mean Katelyn Buhler loose) to get. I can tell that you didn’t like that very much. Sad, isn’t it? I don’t need to chase after what you are, because everything that I ever earned, come hell or high water has been done on my own. Not many superstars can say the same. Have I had some short title reigns as SCW Champion. Sure… but then again, I didn’t win the SCW title through trickery and then lose it two weeks later in my next match. Still, you wanted to be in the history books, Christian, and there you are. Under one of the worst SCW Champions of all time. You know the sad part that you don’t even realize is that it doesn’t matter how long I am champion. I don’t NEED to be champion to be considered the best in the world. Every era in SCW, I am there. Seven title reigns in Seven Years. You know what that means. It means that no matter who was on top, I could beat them all. SCW has some of the finest athletes in the world, and it’s sister, IWC, has rivals to boot… but the world is built differently. But enough about Christian Savior, and his snooze fest that was his tirade of ill founded logic. This last comment actually got me thinking about something that everyone has asked me. It’s a rare question, because I am one of the few superstars (and no Savior is not a superstar. We have already discussed that) are in. I am both of IWC and SCW… so the question is… Who, in my opinion, is better? That’s a hard one for some, but not for me, because the question is as irrelevant as the those who argue it. IWC and SCW are one and the same world, just existing on opposite sides. Take one away, and the other would be flooded with those who journey from the other side. I see the same fire in a man like Jackson Adams as I do in the eyes of a man like Thorn. I see the same fools try to run an empire on a foundation of water, be they Saviors or Cherrys alike. What happens in one directly affects the other in a symbiotic relationship. Who is better? That would mean IWC and SCW are two separate bodies. And that just cannot be so. That is why I will win the SCW World Title for an Eighth Time. I will unite the two sides together under one champion, and this question over who is better, can finally be put where it belongs… with men like Christian Savior and Greg Cherry… to rest for good. And THAT, Christian, is what is called ‘Getting To The Point’. Sincerely written by the hand of Jason Zero February 22, 2010 ========================= ========================= [Face To Faith: The IWC Edition] [What’s In A Name] I sat there, looking at what I had just written about getting to the point. I do not know why I had decided on writing instead of my usual recordings. I guess the thought of nailing this to the front of a door in IWC or SCW was appealing. It was a Martin Luther sort of thing, and everyone knew I was like CHBK and a stickler for history. But, in truth, I had realized, as I was writing the paper, that I just really didn’t care what Savior had said. In fact I really didn’t care about anything Savior said anymore. God’s honest truth, I did not care. It would have been so easy to burn what he had said too. Almost TOO easy. I could have taken his argument and twisted it in a million ways. I could have done every conceivable thing under the sun to his tirade. The boy was a hypocrite through and through. He had undergone name changes too, for one. Sasha Romanov, Chris Renegade, Dominic Dreklod, and Christian Savior. These were all names that Christian had gone by in SCW, and a few were even after I had become and stayed as Jason Wheeler. I could have also pointed out the obvious truth… yeah I changed my name in my early years of SCW, but at least I had stuck with my moral grounds. I didn’t sell out to every faction or take over group just to get a quick trip to the top. I changed my name, even now to Jason Zero, because the will of the people called for a change. Savior changed every time he joined a new faction, if not by name than by his actions, transforming himself by becoming more and more pathetically serpentine. That was the way it was the two brothers of mine. They wanted what I had, and they would do anything to get it. Riddick’s last return before his current one came at my expense years ago, and then he dogged his triple threat match with me in order to win the THOTF battle royale. Where was Savior when that happened? Sulking in the corner, preparing for his next faction to join. If anything, it was Savior who was repetitive. It was always ‘I AM NOW IN THIS FACTION AND WE WILL TAKE OVER!’ but then he would get bored of that one when they didn’t take over and he’d join a new club and say the same thing. It was something that occurred in one vicious cycle after another. This has happened just about as much times as my name change in the first 3 years of SCW. Problem was, Savior had been doing that since day one, and he was never going to stop. He got tired of the Conspiracy so he made the Five Star Society… and what is that group if not just another version of the Conspiracy. Small and broken? That was what he had used to describe me. How is it that a man who fights his own battles, has been at the top of the mountain every where for 7 years… is feeble, weak, and broken, and yet a man who requires aide to win matches and titles or to bully officials into calling the matches their way… is strong? I could have gone down that route too… or any other route by any other means. Truth was though… I just honest to god did not care. Even thinking about how I’d fire back did little to inspire me. I was tired of pointing out how wrong Savior was. I knew that was what I was going to have to do, because that was the only response I can make other than flat out ignoring him which NEVER worked against Savior. Still, I was tired of talking to him like he was ever going to listen. Overall, I was just tired of Christian even existing in wrestling. It was an embarrassment, because nobody, not even his own allies cared for him. His constant take over schemes were predictable a mile away, and his allegiance was never trusted. He had never done anything on his own. He had never been able to do anything in SCW without the aid of his brothers or someone else. In IWC, everyone knew to expect interference of some kind in his matches. That was how predictable he had become at being ‘unpredictable’. In other words, Christian Savior and his career… were the ones on life support. And it was life support that was going to shut down sooner than later. Porno Lad was not going to be Christian’s whipping boy forever, and the Brat Pack was soon going to realize that Christian had no designs on helping them out in any way shape or form. ‘Ugh….’ I had to shake the train of thought out of my head as I crumbled up the letter. It wasn’t going to be of any use to me. Anything I said would just be twisted into slanted garbage that no one would buy. Christian ‘Michael Moore Bot 1003’ Savior would see to that. I rubbed my temple. I hated these headaches that my siblings had been giving to me. If it wasn’t Christian Savior ruining a perfectly good evening by lecturing more dryly than Ben Stein reading ‘The Great Gatsby’, then it was Riddick trying to play Mr. Nice Guy to everyone in SCW. I still didn’t buy it. Not for one single, solitary second. Riddick was more Savior’s brother than he ever was mine. The two took after one another… in their mutual jealousy. ‘ARGH! I’m so sick of this!’ And truth be told, I was. As I threw the letter away, I felt the almost uncontrollable urge to break something. I didn’t, choosing rather to just scream at the top of my lungs. As I screamed, I realized just how badly I wanted out of the whole damn thing. I was sick of hearing about what Christian was saying. I was sick of the world telling me how wrong he was. He was more of a laughing stock than he was a terror. I had built him up so much as Zero to make his fall more epic, and while that had worked, I now found the unhealthy side effect of that… Christian Savior, through my interference, had been thrust into the main spotlight once again. I should have seen that coming a mile away. By entering IWC as Zero and not Jason Wheeler, as well as focusing Ragnarok around taking down my egomaniacal brother, I had placed Savior back into the primary focus of IWC. Now, I had to remove him from it. Unfortunately, it was a place that Savior had always loved to be, and fought savagely to maintain it. My anger fueled into me, giving me strength. How could all of this have gone so wrong? When I had brought Christian into the SCW, he knew the difference between vain ambition and morality… heh, morality… I sounded like an after school special. I let my first fly towards the nearest thing, a small mirror hanging on the wall. As soon as my fist connected, the shards came at me, almost like daggers! They struck my body, penetrating deep into my skin, throwing me back to the ground. I didn’t feel anything, because my brain no longer recognized that level of pain. I just lay there, while my blood poured out of me. Slowly, surely, my eyes closed… and then there was nothingness. ---------------------------- ------------------------------------ I woke up, the first think I felt was the cold table surface on my face. I lifted my head up to stare at the empty page that was no somewhat wet on the corner from my drool. I rubbed my eyes. What a dream. Wasn’t really a nightmare, but it was one of those dreams that just made ya think. But I had done enough thinking in my subconscious state so I decided to leave it at that. There was a knock on my door, anyway, no doubt THAT was what had woken me up. I made my way up the stairs to answer the door. To my lack of surprise, it was Felicia, ready for today’s ‘experiment’. I use the term loosely, because let’s face it… an experiment could fail. What we were going to do could never fail. ‘You look terrible.’ She said with a smile. I hadn’t checked myself in the mirror since I woke up, so I just took her word for it and let her in. I was still too groggy to come up with anything. ![]() 'Had a weird dream.' 'Oh? What was it about?' I shook my head and shrugged. 'Doesn't matter. Dreams never mean anything, no matter what some people say.' She nodded, not agreeing or disagreeing. ‘Where’s Kassie?’ She asked heading down stairs to my lair, of sorts. ‘She’s on her way. Unless Riddick’s gotten a hold of her or something.’ There was a bit of resentment in my voice. Even I caught it. ‘Things not well in the manager department?’ she asked with concern in her voice. ‘No… every time Riddick is around backstage, she’s there. Either she’s searching him out or he’s hounding her or something. I don’t care one way or another. I don’t want any part of it. It sickens me how much people naturally assume that just because she manages me, we’re sleeping together. ‘Despite the fact that you have made no claim whatsoever that she is your lover… yeah… tabloids can be a bitch, sometimes.’ I smiled at her candor. She smiled too, brushing my hair away to look at my ear. ‘Looking better.’ She said, her smile growing wider. ‘Yeah’ I reached up to feel around the old ear. ‘Doctors had to drain the liquid out but they said it probably should heal up if I don’t do anything stupid for the next little while. Thank fully, we got about a week and a half until the super show.’ It had happened during my fight with Shawn Winters. A stray punch had caught me right in the ear. Dr. Kesler had quickly diagnosed the blow to cause a rupture inside my ear which could have led to hematoma auris, commonly called Cauliflower Ear. If the ear is not drained of the liquids, the build up, as a result, in the ear can make it become permanently deformed (this moment in medical science brought to you by the United Health Organization). ![]() I knew the value of my good looks in this business so, thankfully, they were able to fix everything before any serious damage could have been done. ‘Probably the only good shot that Shawn got in on you that match, before you stomped him down with that move. What is it called, again?’ She sat down on the couch, putting her long legs up on the arm. ‘Chaos Theory’ I told her. She nodded, leaning back to rest her head on the sofa. God she was ridiculously hot. ‘Least he didn’t scare that pretty face. That’s the money maker right there. Hey can I ask you a question?’ I shrugged. I saw no harm in it. ‘Shoot.’ ‘What’s with you and Kassie?’ NOW I saw the harm in it. Not in the answer but the fact that Felicia, I should have known, asked the tough questions. ‘There is nothing between us… except for my care for her well being. I tell ya, Riddick is planning something and he is going to use her to get to me. I know it. His little nice guy routine isn’t fooling anyone, least of all me.’ ‘You think Kassie would let him use her like that?’ ‘At this point, I don’t know WHAT Kassie will do.’ ‘You don’t trust her, do you?’ I had to think about that. Had she asked when I unmasked and revealed Jason Zero to the world, I would have said yes without a moment’s hesitation. Riddick’s involvement and his past allegiance with Christian Savior changed all that. Rogue Squadron… heaven help me if those two got together. I pushed that thought out of my head though the last time they beat the crap out of me was still as fresh as it was the day it happened. I wasn’t going to be pulled into that war. Not again. ‘Trust?’ I repeated to her after some time. ‘Trust in this business is a mistake that I can’t afford to make. Kassie is always around Riddick. Do I trust her to protect my best interests… no… but I do trust that she will remember who stood by her while her husband was off joyriding in Japan or wherever. But all the same… I’m not putting my back to anyone, least of all someone so closely affiliated to Adam. I’m not getting stabbed in the back again. After a while, the joke gets old.’ ‘I honestly don’t - -‘ but she never got to finish her sentence as we heard the door open. Within a few moments, Kassie Khane, the Valet of Champions, was heading down the stairs. ![]() ‘Good morning everyone’ she said with a bright smile… one which I questioned its origin almost immediately. ‘So, whose ready for a wrestling makeover?’ ----------- Several Hours Later------------- I resisted all urge to scratch the part of my ear where the incision had been made to drain the liquid from my ear. ‘You girls sure are taking a long time.’ Kassie stuck her head out from the beaded doorway that served as a barrier for me into the room, which in my opinion was ridiculous because it wasn’t like I hadn’t seen Felicia naked. Still, she made the rules. ‘You can’t rush art, Jason.’ She said with a smile before disappearing into the room again. ‘The Sistine Chapel was painted quicker than this’, I retorted as sharply as I could. I knew Kassie was trying her best to make a look for Felicia that would help us all in SCW, but something in me was still feeling very extremely bitter towards her stupidity. Stupidity was the only word I could use to describe it. For two years, all I had seen from Kassie was her crying about how foolish she had been to trust Kassie. NOW she was gallivanting off again like Galahad back to him. At least, that is how it looked to me. Then again, as I had learned the hard way, nothing was as it seems in SCW. What I was feeling could very well be founded on nonsense. It could be… but I very much doubted it. ‘How’s your ear by the way?’ Kassie called from the room. ‘Really itchy!’ I replied. ‘Well don’t scratch it.’ ‘Yes, mom.’ ‘I am not your mother.’ She fired back. ‘So what’s the plan for your promo?’ Oh. Good question, and one I hadn’t really thought about entirely yet. All I knew was that I had the tape recording of Christian Savior’s last promo… actually it was too long to have been a promo. What was a better term for it… Opus? Manifesto? I couldn’t quite think of it, so I just ignored it. ‘Sort of, but I figured that I would just sort it out later.’ ‘Well…’ her head emerged from the beads again. ‘what did everyone else say?’ ‘Umm… Jake said what he always says. ‘He’s the future. Here’s your failings. Here’s why I don’t consider you a threat… etc etc etc. Savior said… everything… repeatedly… excessively. I mean he went on for like 45 minutes about the same thing over and over. I’ve heard of beating a dead horse with a stick, but this was worse. This was beating it into the ground, followed by igniting the corpse, and then defecating on the ashes. It was just unnecessary.’ ‘And what did Cherry say?’ she asked with a smile. ‘Nothing.’ ‘Oh… so he just did the same shit he always does with his ego boosting nauseating history as only he remembers it?’ I shook my head. ‘No, I mean he actually has done nothing. He hasn’t made a sound since last Breakdown when he got slammed in the face by Masquerade. No one has seen hide nor hair of the bastard.’ ‘Seriously? Nothing at all? That doesn’t sound like him.’ She disappeared again. ‘Yeah. Maybe he actually took my advice and decided to walk away from SCW. I mean, how awesome would that be?” I knew that wasn’t the case. Cherry was stubborn as hell, and he wasn’t going to run. Not from me. He would never give me that kind of satisfaction. I had beaten him into the ground so many damn times that he had to at least beat me a few times more before he felt that he made a point. Problem was that THAT day was never going to happen. ‘So where are we shooting the promo?’ she asked. I was actually surprised that Felicia had kept so quiet in the last two hours. It wasn’t like her at all. ‘Shooting it here starting with the television. I already had it set up an hour ago. I just feel like we are missing something, and I can’t quite put my finger on it.’ Almost on cue, there was a knock on my door. I welcomed the change in pace running up the stairs, two at a time. I was surprised by the guest at the door. ![]() Stephen Strange and his woman, Claire Voyant. It was Stephen, not Masquerade, because Stephen was devoid of his masks or paint and was in just normal street clothes. With a smile, he stepped into the reception room. ‘Top of the Afternoon to ya, gov.’ he said trying to mimic, poorly, my slight accent. He held up the golden gauntlet with a smile. Placing it in my hand, he continued. ‘Figured I owed you this back. Thanks by the way. It was really helpful.’ I placed the Hand of Midas on a nearby table. ‘I saw. And now you have your first singles title in SCW. Congratulations. It’s been a long time since I had that honor.’ ‘Yeah… back when CHBK WAS a wrestler.’ He gave a chuckle. He was lucky I knew he meant no disrespect. ‘So, any word at all from the Infection?’ It seemed that Greg Cherry and the rest of his crew had become strangely (and uncharacteristically) quiet since Breakdown. ‘Nope. Shilo said it was because they’re running scared.’ ‘Well we can only hope. If that - -‘ ‘Jason.’ Felicia’s voice rang from below. ‘I’m ready.’ Now of course, I knew what she meant, but Stephen’s face suddenly beamed with excitement. ‘Well, old boy.’ He said patting my shoulder. ‘I can see we’ve caught you at a bad time. We can talk later. Oh and tell her to be careful with that ear. We don’t wanna damage those good looks.’ ‘Oh will you shut up? Kassie and Felicia are trying to settle on a style for Felicia so she can enter SCW.’ ‘Say what now?’ Stephen said with a raised eyebrow. ‘You’re bringing your girlfriend into SCW?’ ‘Well not yet. She won’t be doing any promos with me right away. But why not bring her in soon? You bring the Gypsy queen over there.’ ‘Well yeah, but my Gypsy can handle herself. What’s Felicia like as a fighter?’ It was a legitimate question. How was Stephen to know that Felicia could probably have killed him where he stood if she was within arm’s reach? ‘Oh don’t worry. She can take care of herself. In fact, you just gave me a good idea. Come on down. Both of you.’ I motioned for them to follow. They did and they made small talk amongst themselves that I just ignored. I was proud of Stephen and all for winning the Adrenaline title, but he was still a clown just like his friend, Shilo. The room was still empty, but as Stephen and Claire made some noise as they descended, Kassie came out with a big smile, dusting her hands off. ‘You ready?’ ‘Ready?’ I retorted. ‘I’ve been ready for nearly three hours. Let’s see already.’ ‘Fine… Gentlemen, and gypsy. Presenting… Lady Poison.’ What I saw I cannot put into words… So I am just going to steal what Stephen said when he saw Felicia standing before us. ‘Achie Wa Wa… I want one of those.’ He was lucky Claire didn’t whack him one. But they say a picture is worth a thousand words so download this into your brains, fellas out there in fan-land. ![]() Was I right? Or What? ============ 25 minutes Later =========== ‘Stephen, I need to ask you for a favor.’ Ok, so the gawk fest was over and Felicia was sitting on a chair nearby with her legs crossed looking ridiculously hot. The name was a nice touch too… Lady Poison. It suited the whole persona I carried. But I couldn’t focus too much on that because I had a promo to shoot and air, and time was of the essence. Stephen’s arrival was most serendipitous because now I knew just what to do. That is… if he would let me. ‘Well I owe you for the glove so… what do you need?’ ‘Claire.’ He looked at me oddly, but slowly answered. ‘Well… ok but then I get Felicia for a few minutes.’ I hauled back and punched him in the arm. ‘OW!’ ‘That isn’t what I meant, ya idiot. I want Claire to do a ‘reading’ into the subconscious mind of someone.’ ‘Ok… explain.’ ‘No time. You go over to Kassie and hold up the lights. Let me talk to Claire for a moment.’ He did as he was told, and within a few moments, we were underway and the camera was rolling. ================= ================= [/align] |
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| Faust | Feb 25 2010, 11:22 PM Post #7 |
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OOC: The Promo. Didn't do anything fancy cause I just wanted to get it up without too much time between the first post. [align=center]
The camera pulls back to reveal a television in a room… a fancy room. Sitting on a sofa with his feet up is none other than the IWC Champion himself, Jason Zero. Zero looks over his shoulder to the camera with his usual Cheshire Cat Smile. ‘You know, the world moves at an awfully fast pace.’ He gets up and walks across the room to a kitchen. Yes, you heard right. A kitchen! He rolls up his sleeves and grabs a large bowl. He pours some flower into it before pulling out some eggs. ‘If you are not careful, you’re going to miss it.’ He cracks the eggs into the bowl and then puts in some brown sugar and some butter. ‘Ferris Buller taught us all that. It’s a lesson we all should have learned. Now… I know what you are thinking. Jason Zero… in a kitchen. Yes this is a new way of getting my point across, but I figured someone had to do SOMETHING after the snooze fest of Jake Starr and Christian Savior. Seriously… all they did was sit there and talk!’ He points over to the television, still showing Savior’s promo.
The camera goes back to Zero who has somewhat of an odd expression on his face. ‘Yeah… Rod Sterling’s family’s attorney will be in touch soon, Christian. You learned your ‘creativity’ from Riddick. Not from me. But anyway… that is all he and Jake have done. Come on! DO SOMETHING! Do a magic trick, tell a joke… start a fire! I don’t know… but do something! ANYTHING!’ He starts to beat the eggs and mix it with the other ingredients. All the while, he just shakes his head. ‘I mean. Come on, Christian. No one really cares about why you’re supposedly better than me. What is that entire strand of logic of yours concerning that going to prove? You think it’s going to make me suddenly turn chicken and hand you the IWC title? Do you think anyone is ever going to think you are really better than me? No. Not in a million years. Listen to the people. Listen to the locker room. They may hate my guts some days but they always have the same answer every time the question is asked about the best in the Wheeler clan… and it is this. Jason Wheeler, no matter what the face… what the case… what the place… is better than Christian Savior. And they are right. But that doesn’t change anything. You’re still going to come after me, even if I bury you at the Supershow. Why? Cause you don’t get it, and quite honestly, you never will.’ Zero adds several more ingredients before throwing the confection into the oven and putting it on bake. He checks the time before walking back to the television. Savior is still going at it.
‘No… just hypocritical. You whine about Starr downplaying you your accomplishments and what is this rant of yours if not exactly that? Prowess? Intelligence? Charisma? Is that what you call it? Cause I call it ‘there’s one of you and fifteen of me… EVERYBODY HELP CHRISTIAN!’… In fact, the government should give, like, a return on anyone who helps Christian since it seems to be the number one source of all charity work in SCW and IWC combined. I am pretty sure that every superstar, at one time or another, has helped Savior in some capacity. He’s a bigger whore for charity than Cherry is at attention, Jake is for TV time and Kissinger is… for just about everything.’ Zero walks away from the television towards a door that seems to open out to the driveway. As he opens it, we can see some stairs that lead to another door that is usually the front door. He looks the other way though, to the mailbox filled with letters. He takes them all and goes through them slowly. ‘Bills… Fan Letters… Bills… Issue of Time Magazine… Playboy… Bills…’ The bills get shredded but Zero takes the rest and puts them on a nearby table. He selects one fan letter and looks to the camera that has followed him. ‘Just for shits and giggles while I wait for my surprise to finish. I mean, after all, I don’t just wanna sit there and fill up the time with nonsense. What sort of champion would I be if I did that? A pretty boring one that’s what…’ He opens the letter and reads it aloud. ‘ ‘Dear Zero. Wow what a comeback into the IWC. No one believed me when I put Ragnarok together but the clues were all there. Really cool. Good luck in the Supershow. I know you can unify the two leagues as the perfect champion…’ Well thank you very much. ‘Sincerely… Kassie Khane…’ KASSIE!’ Kassie suddenly appears out of no where with a look of innocence on her face. ‘I know nothing.’ She says with a smile. ‘Uh huh. Look I appreciate the vote of confidence, Kassie, but the last thing we need is something like this. I mean, who needs his own comrades to constantly blow smoke up his chimney and placate his ego just so he can feel good about himself.’ ‘Well there’s - -‘ Zero puts a hand over Kassie’s mouth while she lists off a muffled number of SCW and IWC superstars INCLUDING two of the ones in this main event. Take a guess who they are. ‘That was a rhetorical question. Well… let’s check on my surprise.’ Zero walks past Kassie who stays to read the letters and looks into the oven. ‘Not quite yet. So let’s see if Christian is done.’ The camera follows him to the television, and this is what we see.
‘Not even close… And now we went from the Sci Fi Channel… to the Politics Channel… and now we are on the History Channel. Sheesh.’ Zero turns to the camera and points back to the screen. ‘That guy is a bigger windbag than Al Gore, Hilary Swank, and Morgan Freeman during one of his monologues in Shawshank Redemption put together. Wait… he said he didn’t want to give me a history lesson.’
Zero mutters under his breath ‘Better than half the shit you rip off from Youtube…’ but most could never hear that. Instead he reacts as usual. ‘Oh I get it! It’s the Retro Channel. This is exactly what he said back in 06 when he lost to me for the millionth time.’
‘Right… That’s why you stole MY costume… tried to steal MY title shot… and tried to run away with Porno Lad when I showed up. That is how you thrive in IWC? See, I thought it was because you had a bunch of half wits who constantly interfere with your matches to help you win? My mistake. Me and the rest of the world must have missed that. That wasn’t you cheating to win, that was you THRIVING! Ok… Now he’s the comedy channel, cause this is actually pretty funny. I’m sure in some remote part of South Carolina where cousins are getting married (COME ON GUYS WE KNOW YOU ARE DOING IT!) they are believing every word he is saying, but the rest of us are probably laughing at this. Or are they still laughing at me, Christian?’
Zero throws up his hands at this and looks to the camera. ‘Alright… ya caught me. I have been exposed. I admit it. I cannot read minds. No I cannot. You are right Savior. I am not super powered like that…’ His head drops in shame for a few seconds before it comes rocketing back up. ‘HOWEVER!… I DO have friends in high places. I said friends, Christian. Not minions. Follow me, camera man.’ The camera follows Jason Zero as he goes through a doorway with beads on it. He ushers the camera inside where we see a woman with a crystal ball that glows. As Zero puts his arm around her, we recognize the woman right away. ‘This, as most of you will know in SCW land, is the great Claire Voyant, manager of Adrenaline Champion Masquerade, who defeated Greg Cherry with a little help from my special enforcer.’ Zero makes a fist with his hand, symbolizing the golden gauntlet that is the Hand of Midas. ‘Now as I helped Masquerade, he has helped me by having Claire here see into the deepest darkest chasm of Savior’s psyche. What started as a quest to find where the apple turned bad, in fact, revealed much more than I could have hoped.’ Claire looks at the crystal ball and then to the camera. ‘I see pyramids… pharaohs… and a sand wraith!’ Jason Zero gasps looking to the camera, feigning surprise. ‘Dear God! Looks like someone has played Prince of Persia too many times. Let me guess Christian… the sand is a metaphor for the sand in your vagina which makes you one agitated pussy every time you get put in your place and the pyramids are… you know what, it’s just easier to say YOU’RE CRAZY!’ The television is still going and Zero runs out to check the surprise. Still not ready. He leans against the wall. Savior is STILL GOING!
‘I thought this wasn’t going to be a history lesson… he JUST said it wasn’t… Ok so now we are on the history channel and wouldn’t ya know it? Christian is on the giving end of a two on one assault. Story of his life right there.’
‘Still history channel… argh this is so boring! I gotta go do something else.’ He walks over to where Kassie is and picks up the Playboy. He then looks to the camera and says, ‘Excuse me’. The screen goes black and the words ’13 minutes later’ flash before the screen. The camera then goes back to Zero walking back into camera view. ‘Huh… so THAT’S what a ‘Moley Fiolie’ is… too bad I need a Mexican cause that sounds kinda fun. Boy these articles are so informative.’ He tosses the magazine away and looks to the television.
‘Oh for the love of God! HE’S STILL TALKING! SHUT UP ALREADY!’ Zero checks the oven and smiles before opening it and pulling out the layers of a cake! ZERO IS BAKING A CAKE! He walks over and grabs some icing that he places beside the cake. He then grabs another bowl that is sealed from the fridge and puts that beside the cake as well. All this is done while Savior is wrapping up… finally.
‘THERE!’ He says clicking off the television and heading back to his cake. ‘Jesus tap dancing Christ! That… that was an expenditure. I don’t need to sit through Avatar now. I’ve already sat through a bigger over-rated pile of shit that was a waste of my time.’ Zero takes the frosting or icing or whatever people call it and starts to put it all over the cake. It’s a nice strawberry red. ‘See, I think I finally understand what you were doing there with that speech, Christian. I think I finally got it. You wanted to create something so monotonous and boring that it drove Starr and I to murder suicide. I’m sure even now there is some cult somewhere who is doing just that in your name. Well, it almost worked too, cause I wanted to shoot myself watching even glimpses of that… Oh hold that thought, this takes precision.’ Zero starts spelling out stuff with the icing. We can’t see it, but we know that it is there. ‘There we go… and now for the special ingredients for the top… a little sprinkle of Stardust… yeah I had to go to a lot of places to find a seasoning called Stardust for the use of this promo. NOW THAT IS EFFORT! I mean, Christian, all you did the whole time was ramble on. Me? I went the whole nine yards here… I BAKED A CAKE! If that doesn’t show that I’m a good guy then I don’t know what will. I mean Martha Freaking Stewart would say ‘It’s a good thing’ that I’m IWC Champion so why can’t you?’ He chuckles at that, because no one would ever believe that he was hurt by Savior’s comments, no matter how numerous they were. ‘Now a few krutons of Christ from the Vatican… thank you Cardinal Depote for your generous supply, we appreciate your help in this, and good luck with that whole excommunication for boy love thing you’re going through. So we got the Starr… we got the Savior… we just need… aha!’ After he sprinkles some of wafers on the cake, Zero puts, obviously, a cherry on top of it, right in the middle. ‘One of the few times that Cherry actually BELONGS on the top of anything, heh. All done! Voila! My masterpiece!’ The camera looks down at it and sees that the writing says. ‘IWC’s and SCW’s First Big Night Out… May There Be Many More’. ‘IWC or SCW? Nah… if anyone has learned anything from what I said, it’s that it should be IWC AND SCW. One kick ass marriage. Now I need something philosophical to end on… ok here goes. You three, Starr, Cherry, and Savior may be on top of the cake now… but let me tell ya, boys. THIS CAKE HAS ZERO TRANS FATS! HAHAHAHA! That’s right! Seeped into this cake is Zero… Just like in SCW and the IWC. I’m not just at the top… I AM the very foundation. That’s what I am. That’s what I always have been.’ He stops to think about what he just said. ‘Actually that isn’t too bad. Ok let’s go with that. So, Cherry, Starr, and especially you, Christian… laugh at me all you want, but the joke is, and always has been, on two of you. As for the other… heh, I’ll race ya. First guy to make a pin… wins! And let me wrap up by saying this, Savior. Beating you… is a piece of cake. HA! I SAID IT! YOU KNEW I WOULD!’ He puts his finger in the cake and licks the icing off as he walks away laughing. The camera focuses on the cake and fades to black, leaving us in darkness. [/align][/color](Warning: This Roleplay was clearly for satirical purposes. Avatar really wasn’t a bad movie. Not my favorite but wasn’t bad… and it’s made more money than I will ever see… unless I rob Fort Knox. Speaking of which…) |
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| Jake Starr | Feb 26 2010, 08:46 AM Post #8 |
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SOME PEOPLE seemingly take "Two for One" a little too seriously... ^^^^^^ - SCW RP #64 Opponents: Greg Cherry, Christian Savior, Jason Zero Date: 02.26.10 |
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| Greg Cherry | Feb 26 2010, 09:51 PM Post #9 |
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Fighting an Uphill Battle Sorry guys, I was hoping I was going to get two up for this show, but with the fact that I haven't been at a computer a whole lot to type anything up except for today hasn't helped. Here's to a great match guys. Match of the year candidate, I hope. |
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| Christian Savior | Feb 27 2010, 02:20 PM Post #10 |
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OOC: As before, had to break it into two parts. This has been, without a doubt, the greatest match I have ever had the privilege to rp for. Best of luck to all of you. It was an honor to be even considered in this match with you all. Shatter-Point: Chapter 2 – Breaking the Past…Forging the Future Part 3: Please Return to Sender… Yours Sincerely, The following letters comes from the desk of Christian Savior of Supreme Championship Wrestling and Independent Wrestling Cartel. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear SCW, IWC, and To Whom it May Concern, Forgive me, but I truly had no idea how to address this letter. Would I make it out to Jason Zero? Just Zero? Or perhaps the former IWC heavyweight champion of the world? Oh I just don’t know. Hello, Jason. Say, you’ve been busy, haven’t you? What with your days of being considered the top champion drawing to an end, I imagine you’ve been a jumble of nerves. Still, I take this time to write to you, in my official letter-headed style, to say just how proud I am of you. You criticized my previous promo and dared to give us creativity. You challenged all of us to think outside the box. You even went as far as to implore us to step outside the comfort zone and go risqué. And boy, did you not disappoint. At long last, I can say I was happy to be associated with you by blood and genetics. For you gave us, in your latest promo…a fucking rendition of “Cake Boss”. … You know what? What the fuck, Jason? After all the work I put into getting the special effects, screens, sound effects and timing, your idea of a “good promo” is to look into desserts and the “W” channel? I mean, seriously, Jason, you didn’t even do it right. Now, I am encouraging everyone who sat through that promo to watch it again. I know, I know. It sounds crazy but please humor me, lord knows we couldn’t do that for Jason. You see, apparently, my brother likes to talk about the length of promos, seeing as how that was the majority of his promo, talking about how long my show was. Still, when you said forty-five minutes, Jason, I assumed you timed it. Now, if that is the case, you may need to get that particular watch checked. You see, by my contract, all Twilight Zone segments can be no longer than twenty minutes. Now that was written mostly as an application to an IWC ring, but the rule still holds. And I have to tell you, my editors are very keen on making sure I keep that deadline. So…no, no! You know what it was, Jason! You watched it once, couldn’t understand all the big words, hit rewind on your TiVo, and watched it again because, “There was no way a promo like that could have been THAT amazingly entertaining”. After five minutes through the third watch, you checked your watch, turned off the television, had a good cry over your lackluster promos in comparison, then decided, with a shrug of your shoulders, “I’ll just wing it. Make something up in retaliation”. Did we really expect anything less from you? But I’m glad you mentioned time, because I would like to make the readers of this letter aware of something regarding it. Ladies and gentlemen, for those of you who do not know, Jason baked a cake for IWC and SCW. What that has to do with anything relating to his match at 2-for-1…who can say? Still, he baked a cake. As of now, the fate of said cake is not known. However, I like to point out that in the entire promo, Jason placed all the materials in the bowl, mixed it, put it in a pan and placed in the oven. Now for those of you, like Jason, who like to time these promos so you can bitch about it later, he took about ten minutes to assemble the ingredients and talk to one of his many friends that was conveniently there, then thirteen to apparently, “read a magazine”. For those of you who can’t add, that is approximately 23 minutes. Now for the lesson in which we all can learn from. In order for a cake to be properly baked, it needs to be placed in a pre-heated oven for different lengths of time depending on its size. However, seeing as how Jason needed both hands to carry it, and we all saw how many layers it had…well…let’s just say no recipe or concept requires only 23 minutes to bake. Oh I’m sorry…shall I get to the point, Jason? Ok. You’re full of shit. No cake takes only 23 minutes to bake. Not even a fucking cupcake. So you mean to tell us that you baked a cake without a) pre-heating the oven and B ) within that small slot of time? Are you kidding me? Based on the size of your cake, with its layers, you would need anywhere between thirty-five minutes to an hour, and yet you expect us to believe you because it “makes your promo go by faster”? Or did you acquire another superpower with your latest gimmick? “Fast Baking Cake Man”! See, this is what I’m talking about. You don’t have a fucking clue what you’re doing in anything you do do you? You just show up, throw some shit together and see if it sticks. Exactly the same way you handle your wrestling career. Throwing shit together to see if it sticks. I mean, come on! I’m surprised your cake wasn’t ruined? You know what? Maybe it was. Maybe in some of the lost footage, you cut the cake, saw that it was as shitty on the inside as your promo, and you threw it out in the trash, like I’ve done to your career countless times. That would explain why no one can find it now. Okay, so what if I’m wrong. What if Jason did not fuck up and baked a cake properly, and just made a mistake with the time? Well, let’s see, that means for a promo, he mixed the ingredients and let it bake, the whole process spanning over an hour, over half of which would have been filmed as he was only “13 minutes away”. My point? He’s bashing my length of a promo when his is longer! Hello cake pan, you’re black, sincerely pot and kettle. And he goes for more exciting? This is his idea of exciting? Checking bills, seeing friends and playing Mystery Science Theatre 3000? EXCITING! Join us next time when Jason will knit a scarf while quoting lines from Stuart McLean! I can just hear the ratings go up! Face it, Jason, you had a chance to prove your bullshit and you blew it. You had a chance to prove us all the fools, and you failed. This is why I wasn’t worried when you came on the air with your material. This is why I’m still not frightened or even intimidated by you, Jason. But you…as a matter of fact… I think you may be a little intimidated of me, brother. I could see it in your eyes. You didn’t expect your little brother, whom you’ve apparently “beaten again and again” to come out of nowhere with such a strong and entertaining promo. You didn’t expect him to hit all the right nerves to set you off. Now, I know how much you want everyone to believe that you weren’t affected by my words. I know that. But let’s be honest here, Jason. Only those with nothing intelligent to say spend the majority of their promos bashing their opponent’s promo length. So, it’s very clear how much my promo intimidated you, Jason. You spent half of your “Easy Bake Playtime” talking about it and how I kept talking. And the best you could do was some one-liners even Danny Bhoy wouldn’t use on stage. What happened, Jason? You had nothing intelligent to really say to me? You had nothing to really fire back? Where were those zingers? Oh! You could have, I’m sure. That’s what you told us anyway. But I don’t believe that. Actions speak louder than words Jason, and apparently, you’re about as full of hot-air as your deformed cake. It drives you crazy doesn’t it, Jason? That no matter what you tried to do, Savior was always the better showman? Always the better entertainer? I mean, how much do you expect the audience to believe that you can beat me in a battle of champions when you can’t even put up a decent fight in a battle of wits? Seriously, Jason, let’s take a look back. Your promo was good. There’s no doubts there. It was entertaining, it was new, and it was definitely spontaneous. There was just one problem. Those traits only occurred whenever you decided to show footage of MY Twilight Zone. I mean, now that we can be open about it, did you just watch it a few times and pick some rebuttals and thought that was enough? Cause honestly, that footage, while cut and reduced to the lines you wanted to zing at me, was in front of the camera more than you were. That’s right, Jason, I was the focus and center of attention in your own fucking promo over you. What? Did you realize the truth and decided to finally show it to the world? The truth that I am without a doubt the greatest champion in SCW and IWC? That I am the very best there is? That I am the rightful champion and the future of professional wrestling? That must have been the reason, brother. Because if it isn’t, and you just threw in footage after footage of my promo to spruce up your own and make it longer, than you’re just gonna look like a dull, uncreative jackass. Oh wait…too late… I mean, if we look at your promo, the top entertainment was me, the cake, the slutty gypsy, and then you. Why? Cause you didn’t fucking do anything. You barely said a word outside of “Oh yeah! Well…well…take this!” Seriously, Jason, I’ve seen better comebacks from the kindergarten class next to the nursery where I pick Keira up. I was surprised you didn’t throw in the “I am rubber, you are glue” line. You were practically there. In fact, in terms of snap and zing of wit, you probably would have been given the “Dunce” cap if you tried that kind of line in the class. I mean, right off the bat, Jason, when I said numerous titles, I didn’t specify how many times we’ve won those titles. I was referring to how many DIFFERENT titles we’ve won. So, with that cleared up, let’s rethink your rebuttal. While yes, you do hold twenty different championship reigns over your head, while I only have nineteen, I like to remind you that I didn’t start wrestling until two years after you. So what’s more impressive, Jason? The fact that you had twenty in seven years or the fact that I am right behind you in less than five? Hell, after I win at 2-for-1, we’ll be tied, and I’ll still have two more years to surpass you. Bet I can do that after I win the United States Championship from Valiant a week after becoming Heavyweight Champion. See, Jason? It’s that easy for me to beat you in your own argument, but getting back to what I was referring to, I was referring to the different kinds of titles we’ve held. Now that we have made it clear how close we are to number of different reigns, you’ve won the SCW and IWC World Heavyweight title, the cartel title and the NHB title, as well as the Underground and the US title. Including the tag championships of both groups, you stand at an incredible 7 different SCW and IWC titles won in your seven-year career. Seven titles out of a possible eleven different championships. That’s good, Jason, but not nearly good enough compared to me. I am an IWC and SCW champion, an underground and adrenaline champion. I have held the Cartel, the X-class, the NHB and the tag titles of both groups. The result is an amazing nine different titles out of eleven. No one can claim that much, not even SCW’s “greatest champion”. See this is why you never were a good champion, Jason. You never thought big enough. You were content to have your little belt with you when you slept. You were content to be the champion of one brand. Now, only when it’s been placed before you do you actually make a chance at something I accomplished months ago. But again, I’m already onto bigger things, Jason. That’s what Shatter-point is about. Shattering the legends and restraints of SCW and IWC. There is a name, a title, that no one save from one man could claim. The mouthy Jay Gold was the first, but was in no means the greatest. You see, after I beat you, I will be Heavyweight champion. After that, I will take the United States Championship from Shilo Valiant. In doing so, I will become the NEW Supreme Champion of SCW. But it doesn’t end there, Jason. You see, IWC has never had a Supreme Champion in all its history, and the closest man to that goal is me! Now you see the main focus of Shatter-Point. I will become the only man to be Supreme Champion in both IWC and SCW, making me the OMNIPOTENT Champion! But why? Why would I spend so much time planning this out only to reveal this to you now? Because, my dear brother, like my first reign as IWC Champion, you cannot stop this from happening. Your little tenure of Ragnorak was good for a laugh and a chuckle. It allowed me to appear the weaker wrestler while I planned the time to reveal Shatter-Point. But like you, it has served its purposes and is of no longer of use. That’s what you are Jason. You can lie to yourself with records and you can smudge up records, but we both know that deep down, you’ve always been my little puppet, dancing around and playing the fool while I waited for the right moment to cut your strings. Down you fall, Pinocchio. That seems to be your biggest gripe with me, brother. That I use people. That I use factions and antics to get what I want. Maybe I haven’t made something completely clear in these five years. I’m the FUCKING Omnipotent Opportunist! I’m only in this business for one person and one person alone, and that’s me. It’s all about me and has always been about me. The Five Star Society? They all know that and they stay near me. Why? Cause they know it’s better to aide me and have me as an ally than it is to have me as an enemy. Just ask Johnny Kingdom or Orlando Cruze. But you gripe and you moan about how I am and how you turned the tables on me to take MY heavyweight title. To that, Jason, I just need to laugh. Not because it’s funny or because it’s a joyous event, but because there isn’t an iota of truth in all your altruistic bullshit reasoning behind it. You were a loser in SCW. A failure that couldn’t get anywhere near the SCW title. You couldn’t beat Hudson, you couldn’t beat me 1…2…3. You could barely hold your own against Greg Cherry. Your career was heading down the crapper and you knew it! You saw an opportunity to take the IWC championship, push your way back into the main-event picture and you took it. There were no good deeds involved. There was no “higher purpose”. You want to talk about leeching off of people, Jason? That you’ve earned everything on your own?! Let’s see, who’s gotten you the majority of your SCW title reigns. Was it not me who interfered as Lord Flash to hand you your first title victory? Was it not I as Sasha Romanov that gave Jason O’Grady the opportunity to be a champion? Was it not Chris Renegade that nailed Phoenix with the Soul Survivor and allowed the Phantom to become champion? And who speared Exeter to grant you the ability to become champion once again? WHO DID IT, JASON?! But no, you don’t want to talk about that, do you? You don’t want to talk about how you were HANDED five of your seven SCW title reigns by me. That fails to be mentioned in your little promo. Why? Because it reveals you for the kind of man you are. You’re not better than me, Jason. You’re just like me. The great hero of SCW and avenger of IWC turns out to be as selfish and twisted as the cancer he is trying to fight. Just like me, Jason. In every sense of the word and in every way shape and form, with but one difference. I can admit that about myself. I can admit it to the world that I am an asshole. I can admit to the world that I am a sneaky, underhanded jackal that will lie, cheat and steal my way to be the best, because that’s what it’s all about here. Being the very best! You don’t get that way by being the good guy, Jason. You get it by being the smartest animal in the jungle. You get it by being opportunistic and not noble. You’ve tried noble, bro, and it’s failed. Without me, you could barely be the SCW heavyweight champion twice! So don’t go around crying about “Savior’s in factions. He can’t do anything on his own.” Because on your own, you’ve accomplished nothing! Nothing compared to me. And you can remember that when I once again take your career from you. You may be the self-proclaimed “greatest Wrestler of the Wheeler Family”. The family of urchins and whores can be your family, Jason. I renounced it and you long ago. My name is Christian SAVIOR, and I am the greatest wrestler…period! At 2-for-1, you get a strong reminder of that and learn the humility you should have learned five years ago. Enjoy it, has been. Kindest regards, Christian Lestat Savior -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To the soon to be former SCW Champion Jake Starr, … … … BWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HA HA HA! HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Forgive my sudden laughter in typed words, but I had to let you know something. You are a funny man. I mean, Zero tried, but you…you sir actually succeeded! You should do stand-up with the kind of material you have. I mean, fat jokes for Cherry? Priceless! I haven’t seen stuff that good since the fart jokes of the 90’s Cartoon Network! And….oh wait a second, let me check my breath! And dishing Jason the “your gimmicks make you weak. You crave attention and fear not getting it”. A-rated material, Starr. Oh my gods…Such brilliant strategy…I should know, cause I was the one who wrote. Oh come now. Did you really expect me not to notice the plagiarism? You just repeated what I said in “The Twilight Zone”. Talk about monkey see, monkey do. Oh, but then, you threw a creative curve ball with… and I am dead serious here, folks… The Gay Joke. I don’t know if you are aware, Jake, but we have thousands of fans paying top dollar to see the four of us perform in the main event. They are cheering to see the very best in IWC and SCW fight for the coveted titles. Please tell me you have more to say than what I have just seen on television. Your own championship, and your momentum, is on the line, Jake. Please tell me you have more than typical “gimmick” liners that lack the pow and wit that I provided. Please tell me the self-anointed “winner” hasn’t placed his entire promo on “gay and fat jokes”. I expected this kind of repetitive promoing from Jason, and I got it, but from you? I mean, let’s be honest here, Jake. You’re the guy that fucking beat me! You’re the guy who apparently is “my superior in every way”! You’re a guy who is smarter than me and wittier than me. At least, that is what you said. So tell me, Jake. If that is true… why is your best…and only line… that bares any insult towards me, “Savior talks a lot…so much talking”! First of all, I direct your attention to the previous letter, which will explain the actual length of the TZ segment. Apparently, you and Jason had the same problem with your watches. Second, is that all the two champions have against me? That my promo was relatively longer than most? I mean, come on! I give you a segment of the top television show in professional wrestling! A show that has been on every federation and, unlike Jake Starr’s “Reading Rainbow”, is entertaining and cutting edge. I spare no expense in making you all have guest appearances on my show. I throw the fucking gauntlet into each of your faces. I give you all that, in an attempt to get a mental war going, and the only thing either of you can say is, and I am quoting Starr here, “I do know it would require hours, upon hours, upon hours, of work to be able to sift through all of the fluff in what he says and writes, to get to where the actual meaning begins and ends.” Are you fucking kidding me? You couldn’t retaliate to anything I said so you went with a jobber-like response like Jason? You know what? I have to agree with Jason on something. You two are a lot alike. You both don’t think, you both give promos a hobo wouldn’t watch, neither of you could make one intelligent insult to get under my skin, and you both love beating the dead horse with a stick. I mean, seriously, Jake. You could have insulted my way of viewing for our last match against one another at Rise to Greatness. You could have bashed my short reign as SCW champion and how you’ve already surpassed it. You could have gone on about holding the Adrenaline title longer than both mine put together. Hell, at this point I would have ACCEPTED the gay jokes and one-liners. At least then, like Jason, you would be fucking trying. Instead, I get you just breezing through another promo like the arrogant jackass that you are. Problem is, you’re not against Greg Cherry who can be fooled by anything if you promise him a cookie. You’re facing the Omnipotent Opportunist. You’re gonna be facing the best. Because the fans may buy your shit of a promo, but I don’t. I know exactly where you’re coming from. Like Jason, you saw my promo and it annoyed you. It was oh so clear on your face, Jake. You say you couldn’t sit through it, but it’s quite obvious you did. You just couldn’t think of a witty comeback to put the mental advantage in your favor for the match. You couldn’t deal with the venom that was oozing from my mouth. Like my brother, you couldn’t face the fact that out of nowhere comes someone who is smarter, more entertaining, and better than you. So, like Jason again, you just shrugged your shoulders and came up with one insult. It’s fucking long. Well, anyone can see that my promo was fucking long, Jake, but it was also fucking awesome, something yours have failed to be. Not that I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know. I mean, what was your “last promo” as you put it? You did a Wishbone rip-off, only without the acting, the storyline and without the talking dog. You did pure suckage, that was what you did. Oh, but you didn’t stop there…no siree…not our SCW champion. Now… he gives us a Mr. Rogers parody complete with sock puppets from the neighborhood of make-belief… Let me repeat that again, he gave us a parody of Mr. Rogers Neighborhood. Alright, I’ll mention the elephant standing in the room. Way to steal from me again, Jake-ass! Overbooked Extravaganza 1 against Orlando Cruze for the IWC Heavyweight Championship. I did a Mr. Roger’s Unfriendly Neighborhood parody. But if that was the worse thing about your little bit there, Jake, that you stole material from a superior superstar, I honestly wouldn’t mind. But oh no, you insult my creativity by associating it with your own, or what little you have. I mean, in my parody, I did the strip tease, the pole dance, the sex slave, the neighborhood of make-belief being full of brainless heathens such as yourself and even provided a mocking story. You, on the other hand…just stuck your head into the room and made some sock puppets to shout some one-liners… Seriously, Jake, if you’re gonna rip off my genius, at least do it properly and put some effort into it. For all YOUR talking, you’ve made no effort in your promos. You’ve made no bashes against HOW you will beat me. You’ve done nothing. Nothing but shout out small insults like Jason against who obviously was the superior in the mental war games. So, is this the kind of “effort” I will see from the IWC and SCW champions? Pointing the finger and blowing raspberries? I guess I can assume nothing more after seeing the two of you target me with what little you have. I suppose I’ll just roll into the match, poke you both with a finger, pin you and become the Heavyweight Champion. Cause, as far as you showed me, Starr, you have no talent. No charisma, no creativity and no sense of what you are up against. As I said before, you’re going to be trapped in the ring with the very best there is. And you can say it, Jason can say, and even Cherry, assuming he says anything at all outside of how “unfair the world is” can say it. There is only one true IWC superstar in this match. You don’t come into the federation of IWC, win a few lucky matches in a mask, start a new face for a few weeks and expect to be considered a representative of IWC. The only reason Jason is here is because he managed to take the IWC title. The does not make him an IWC superstar. So in all honesty, Jake, what you said is quite inaccurate. It is actually three SCW superstars against one IWC superstar. Problem is, it’s THE IWC superstar. It’s IWC’s greatest champion. It’s IWC’s most prestigious warrior. It’s IWC Marquee Talent. Bottom line, Jake and all in SCW. You’re going to be facing the embodiment of perfection in IWC. So you can pin my brother, as I know you will try, but in the end, you would just beat my brother. You would just beat a reject that can’t handle it in SCW or IWC longer than a few months. You want to make a name for yourself, take on the top wolf in Independent Wrestling Cartel. I dare you, Starr… I fucking dare you… Always, Christian Lestat Savior -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To the guy on the left in regards to his offer… FUCK YOU! With love, Christian Lestat Savior No seriously, Cherry, did you honestly think that I would associate myself with a loser like you? Five Star Society, The Conspiracy, Infection, they all had one thing in common when I was a part of them. They had something to offer me. They were associated with winners. You? You have nothing I want. So you beat me in a single match over three years ago. As I remember, I beat you as well. Wait, you flat out admitted that, so you’re not as stupid in the history department as Jason is. Still, next time you decide to make your presence known, you might want to choose a less obvious tactic than, “Savior held the championship for barely two weeks”. Yes, it was a rather sad, short reign for me, I suppose you would know what it’s like to lose a title in less than a month, wouldn’t you Cherry? Wasn’t it you that lost the title a mere twenty-one days after winning it? Too bad the pay-per-view I won the SCW title wasn’t later in the week or your main argument wouldn’t even exist. Still, at least I didn’t lose the title to the “worst SCW champion in history” Dillusion. I lost it to a former champion and main-event superstar, and a man I beat. True you did get the title back a few weeks later, but it still eggs you, doesn’t Cherry? The fact that you were beaten in your prime by a painted clown? A man I’ve beaten countless times. In fact, one could I say I’ve beaten every person who ever took the title from you. CHBK, Dillusion, Xander Valentine… What’s more, Cherry. My single reign as IWC Champion, as I’ve said before, vastly outlasts all three of your reigns. Interesting how little YOU pay attention, Cherry. Still, it’s what everyone else in this 'champion' filled match has done, anyway. May as well keep the continuity guy happy, at least, because you're not going to give me anything of worth or anything with effort in the first place. Cause it seems that no matter how many times I shut you all up, you all seem obsessed with the idea that I am not as worthy a champion as any of you due to the screw job I endured as SCW champion. So, instead of thinking outside the box, Greg, you jump on the band wagon. Once there, you throw your basic tantrum that, despite losing practically every match in 2010, you’re still the supposed best superstar and the destined winner. You know, there is nothing funnier than watching a grown man crying constantly like some spoiled brat. I seem to recall that when I said you’ve never beaten Jake Starr for THE title, I was referring to the SCW heavyweight title. Still, the fact that you had to whine over your own miscommunication was rather entertaining, cause I never thought the water works would stop. Let’s see: “I’ve beaten Christian Savior…whine…I’ve beaten Jake Starr…Whine…I’ve beaten Jason What’s-his-name…Whine… I…whine…was…whine…the longest…whine…champion in…S…whine…CW history! Whine whine. When I…*sniffle* win…it matters…” Whine whine whine whine whine whine whine…fucking whine… BOO Fucking HOO, Greg. Greg, reality check time. You’re nothing more than a fucking waste of time. When you win matches, they may matter. Problem is, you barely win matches. I suppose you just say they matter and twist what actually happens to make your win-loss record seem a bit more impressive to your feeble little mind. I mean, let’s face it, your faction of Infection, has lost more matches in 2010, most of them against some birthday party clowns. Not one of the members has held the SCW title during the formation of your version. Infection, the original, held it twice. See Cherry, you were my replacement when I left Infection. You were my substitute. Oleksa could not longer have the best, so he took the next best thing. No! Not even. He took the next available thing. So, hypocrite, it is clear that you are the second fiddle compared to me…no…if we include Zero, you’re the… no… if we include Starr… Wow…you’re the fourth fiddle in this combination. Face facts, Cherry, I beat you easily. Starr beat you easily, and Jason did the same, all in 2009/2010. Your claimed victories over me were three years ago! Now, in present date and time, you can’t beat me. You’re washed up, out of the game. I’ve told you this countless and yet, with your “championed” promo, you seem unable to face that reality. So I will tell you this one last time, Greg. Cause there’s not only the fear of being in the main event of such a supershow hanging over your head, there’s also going to be the fear of not choking in another World Title shot for the umpteenth time. Greg Cherry, I beat you with ease, and I can do it without pinning you. You want to make a name for yourself? Put Starr on the shelf and then just do what you always do. Fall down, praise yourself, choke, do whatever you want, but stay the hell out of my way. See, you didn’t have to earn this shot. You just had to lose match after match. I had to scratch, claw and kick my way here and I am not going to give up my shot to some desperate has-been that, like Jason, did nothing to earn his place in this match. One last time, Cherry, I give you this last warning. I WILL be heavyweight champion. You can either finally admit that and my superiority over your sagging, near dead career…. Or it will be you finding yourself sent back to SCW further broken and defeated, a has-been like my brother. You’re teetering on the brink, Cherry. Fame and glory is behind you and oblivion awaits you. You stand in my way again, Cherry, and I guarantee you… I’ll be the one pushing you off the cliff… Live with it, old man. The following was from the office of Christian Lestat Savior, future Heavyweight Champion of the World. **************************************************************************** |
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Part 4: One last cast into reflections… I’m not even gonna make it to 2-for-1 at this rate! Well, that was an absurd exaggeration my rationale quickly reminded me. I was already AT 2-for-1, or at least within the arena. Still, I probably wasn’t even gonna make it the match at this rate, as I sat on the steps, some of many, within one of the crevices of the arena. At least I was in comfortable clothes. Clothes I recognized. It had been weeks since I had donned a suit and tie. My hair was pushed back with my hands, though some of the bangs hang around the side and towards my face. My body was covered with the long trenchcoat and my wrestling tights were fixed to my legs and backside. Taking a moment to admire the designs, sleek black leggings and a fire crystal in the shape of a phoenix with the skeleton of said phoenix trapped within on the right leg with a star with a large 5 in the middle on the left, I slowly stretched my back a few inches forward in an arch, hearing the spine groan as it cracked back into place. How long had I been sitting here? I couldn’t be sure. Many people had passed near me, but none saw me. Beside me sat the Independent Wrestling Cartel Cartel Championship. Smirking at it, I could not believe the delicious stupidity of my opponents. All these work in the Twilight Zone, all the hints and jabs, and not one of them could state that I too was a champion coming into this match. Not one of them could admit that I had earned my place in this match, and not one of them could proclaim the truth about my abilities. They all seemed locked on the length of my promo or the shortness of my SCW reign. Kinda hoping that Starr is the one I pin tonight Wouldn’t that be fantastic? I become the SCW champion, cash in my rematch clause against my brother, beat him again and regain both championshi- SHATTER-POINT! Shaking my head, I allowed my mind to clear. Shatter-point called for one title win tonight. No sense in jumping the gun with fake promises and false smiles. I had three soon-to-be former champions (One was already there) doing that enough for me. With a pull, I stretched my legs out till the touched the door that had allowed me entrance into this meditative staircase. A door that suddenly became alive with noise as a small hand knocked it gently. Lifting my head from where it rested in my hands, I saw the small, little brunette looking back at me, her brown eyes burning into mine, until I had to look away. Rose: Need some company? My response was a small shrug of my shoulders. Savior: Take a seat. Quickly, I skidded over to the side of the stairs towards the railing. Rose slowly approached me as I did, taking the Cartel title in her hands as she sat down, her form comfortably pressed against mine in the lack of width of the old and brown stairs. Savior: Keira’s at home? Rose: Tanya’s looking after her tonight. She says she hopes you win. Savior: Considering how much I’m paying her, that doesn’t surprise me. Rose: Christian? Savior: I’m not too thrilled with the aspect of her being in Toronto and us here. Rose: Christian? Savior: What if there’s another problem? A house fire, a break-in. Rose: Christian! Savior: Plus I’m worried about you. I’m the only wrestler in this match with a real valet by my sid- Rose: Christian, I’m pregnant again! Savior: WHAT?! If my head at snapped any faster to look at her, I was sure it would have snapped off. Her eyes danced before me, moving left and right in merry mirth. Pregnant? She was pregnant again? How had this happened? When had this happened? When had she had the time to get a test? This was honestly something I didn’t need right now. My throat suddenly felt dry and my arms shook a little as I tried not to say anything bad to upset her. Just don’t say something like, “Oh shit”! Savior (stammering): You’re…you’re pregnant? Nice going! When in doubt, act like a dumbass! My wife slowly let her smile spread in front of me, showing her shiny, white teeth. Rose: No. I just needed you to stop talking. I wanted to yell, “WHAT?!” at the audacity of her actions. I was going to be in what was quite possibly the biggest match in my career, and here she was playing “I want attention with the fake pregnancy trick”. How many dumb husbands had fallen for that one?! Slowly, I released the breath I didn’t know I had been holding before looking back at her beautiful face. Savior: Please don’t do that again. I have enough on my mind. Rose: So you don’t want to have more children with me? Savior: I didn’t say that. Rose: Well you didn’t sound like the excited father when I said it. Savior: Why would I, Rose? Our track record with kids is worse than successful deals in the United States economy! She froze then, casting her eyes down at her hands, which lay interlocked over the Cartel title. Groaning inwardly, I mentally cursed myself at once more going too far. Yeah, open mouth and insert foot, jackass! Savior: I’m sorry. That was not something we needed to hear. Rose: Doesn’t matter. Savior: Yes it does! My right hand slammed down, making impact with the same side knee. I ignored the dull ache and instead focused on Rose. Savior: Look, Rose, I’ve… Rose: You’ve got this big match. This isn’t really the right time. Savior: Right. She looked up at the ceiling, appearing to be transfixed by a certain point in the wall corner. Rose: When will it be the right time? Savior: I don’t know. Rose, I don’t even want to think about it. We have Keira. That’s enough for me. Quickly, I returned my head to my hands. I had been going over stratagems of every opponent for tonight, trying to calm my already shattered nerves. Cherry was the power wrestler, so targeting the legs would be crucial. Jake had the shooting star, so he needed to be slowed down substantially and kept grounded, and Jason… Jason was a variety. You never knew what he was going to do. That’s why he made such a damn good entertainer. One of the best, I silently admitted. Rose fingers found their way into the patches of hair that wasn’t bunched up around my fingers. Slowly, they stroked the hairs and scalp that they could. My ears were next to fall under her charm, as she suddenly began humming a tune. It sounded like it was from a John Williams orchestration, but I couldn’t be certain. Still, I felt my spin relax notch by notch as I slowly sat up to my full, seated height. She kept humming that tune until it was finished, her fingers working magic on whatever part of my head and neck she could reach. Rose: Are you alright now? I wanted her to know the truth. Instead, I just nodded my head quickly. Savior: You’re looking at the next Heavyweight champion of the world. Five time World Champion. Rose: That’s right, baby! Savior: Baby? Rose: I’m trying the new slang for cheering someone on. Think it works? I softly chuckled before shaking my head in the negative gesture. Savior: Just stick with “Go Savior Go!”. Rose: Go Savior go? Savior: That’s it. Rose: Go Savior Go! Savior: Now you got it. She smiled as she rose her hands to speak those chants. When she was finished, she slowly wrapped her arms around my neck to gently kiss my cheek. Breaking away quickly, she slowly got up and headed for the door. Rose: I’m going to go get ready. I nodded my head in understanding before seeing her finally reach the door. Savior: Wait. Rose stopped and turned her head in confusion before tilting said head to the side. Rose: Hmmm? Savior: Did you bring the thing I asked you too? Rose: Yes. She smiled knowingly but did not move from her spot. Savior: Make sure your bring it with you when we go out there. Rose: I can handle it. Savior: Right. She slowly turned and headed down the hall, her and my change-room not too far away. Savior (loudly): I can’t hear you! Rose (from her position in the hall): GO SAVIOR GO! All traces of her disappeared from view, her voice growing too faint for me to pick up a sound. I didn’t have the heart to tell her. Or maybe I didn’t have the heart to tell myself. This was it. I knew it. It was to be the greatest match in my career. I had studied all their styles, considered every x, y, and z variable. Never before had the Omnipotent Opportunist planned such a full and detailed plan. Nothing, short of a miracle, could happen without me having to plan for it. But what of it? Jason was not the only man fighting a curse. I was as well. Despite my numerous title reigns, I… I grit my teeth against the painful truth, but the thought was already complete in my head. I had never, all my years of SCW and IWC, been successful in winning multi-man championship matches. From Tactical Terror, Gang Rulz with Exeter, the King for A Day Four Way, to the Gauntlet of Overbooked Extravaganza II, I could never win these kinds of matches. I would always come close, closer than most superstars in their careers, only for fate to rear its ugly head and smash me into oblivion. But now…all the pieces are in place. Fate is about to become my bitch! Even the words I had repeated for the last hour were empty in my head. One-on-one, I could do this kind of thing and not have a single concern. Four altogether. But what was there? I rationalized. What was truly standing in my way? A rookie and two has-beens? Big talk… Empty words I clenched my hair tighter into my hands, feeling the pull from the roots as they resisted. I mean have been the old Christian Savior, free from the bullshit I had endured from the Five Star Society, while still a part of them, but even that Savior could not break the curse. Jason Zero… My brother. Best of comrades, the greatest of enemies. Jason knew my style better than anyone else’s. I knew he would try and take me out first. Why not? I had given him more titles in his career than anyone, but I also was the one who gave him more beatings than even CHBK. I was a wildcard in this match and all knew it. Greg and I… we were the wildcards… causing variability in what was meant to be a champion vs. champion match. Jake and Jason would make sure that we were out of the picture so they could decide which of them would win the other’s title. Still, if I could just stay away from his Chaos Theory. Of all his finishers in the past, that one could deal the most amount of damage. While Jason had thrived in multi-man matches, I could never have admitted to him that out of the two of us, the advantage was his… Quietly, my arms shaking, I rolled my hands along the top of my head, fixing my hair from the pulling it had endured. But not an advantage to Jake Starr. As the winner of Under Attack’s Chamber match, beating the likes of Justin Davis, Thorn and even my brother, Starr knew how to win these kind of matches. I had bashed his arrogance and his luck in the Twilight Zone, but it still didn’t erase the fact that he had that on his side. No doubt I would come close to becoming Heavyweight, and Starr would take advantage somehow. That was the bottom line of the truth. Only Cherry had defeated Starr. Neither Jason or I had succeeded in the few matches we had against him. He had the better record, the greater momentum and he had the SCW Heavyweight Title. All he had to do was not be pinned in order to keep it. His arrogance would force him to try and pin Jason, but that was ambition and it still made the backdoor for him to keep his title should his plan fail. I stretched a leg out towards the door, feeling the muscles and limbs crack a little. The relaxing sensation that came with that release did nothing to lessen the strain on my mind. What of Cherry? Was there anyone in the history of SCW more capable of pulling rabbits out of his hat? When the world thought he could not defeat Starr and keep his record alive, he did that. With the exception of Jason and a few others, none had been in as many main event matches and different style of matches more than Greg Cherry. He may not have always won, but he was three-time champion for a reason. With Cherry, he would either thrive under pressure or choke, and with the stakes so high in the game, I wasn’t entirely sure he would choke again. He truly was the wildcard. Wild and unpredictable. But what hope was there for him? Or for me? We could not team up. Our egos wouldn’t allow it. As far as I was concerned, Cherry was still the spare tire in the destructive vehicle that had once been Infection. And while Infection was dead to me, I still had every intent on infecting SCW and IWC with the venom that ran in my veins. The imagery was nice, but it did not release the tension I felt. What hope was there? All Jake and Jason had to do was pin either of us or avoid being pinned to avoid losing their title. They could let someone be pinned so they could take their respective title, leave the ring and live to fight another day. Cherry? He knew the odds and I was surprised he hadn’t had an attack of conscious or nerves in front of the camera. It was the reason I couldn’t do the second “Twilight Zone” segment I had had planned. Fact: The only way for me to win a championship was to pin either Starr or my big brother. A simple victory wouldn’t do it for me here. The title had to be part of the equation. So, I had to either beat a man I had never beaten before or a man that had pinned and beaten me more times than I him. What hope was there? With a frustrated growl, my hand flew in a horizontal arc, slamming into the adjacent stair-rail. It stung for a moment, but soon weakened to a dull ache. Despite their promos, all three matched, and perhaps surpassed me, in accomplishments. All were there for championship gold, but Jake and Jason had their backdoor out if need be. “You think you know me?” The familiar tune of my theme music was heard from just a few feet away. Looking up at the door, I saw Rose suddenly appear before me. She smiled at me in her attire of a black, frilled shirt, necklace of black plastic gems, and blue jeans. Slowly, I stood to my feet as I allowed the sound of the fans to reach my ears. Savior: Show time. Rose simply nodded, her eyes telling me how much she loved and believed in me. If only I had some of that for myself. Slowly, the music began to play as Rose quickly went to take her place at the curtain until I appeared. I didn’t have much longer now. Facing my fate now… I had only one shot. One chance to get back the title. More than that, one chance to prove that I was the best in professional wrestling. Against four other legends… As I exited the stairway and walked the few steps to the curtains where Rose stood, the fans cheers became louder. Rose smiled at me before opening the curtain and walking through it admist the smoke. She would gesture grandly to the audience upon my arrival. Slowly, I counted the eight seconds needed for her to accomplish that task. 1… 2… It had to be Starr or Jason. 3… 4… SCW or IWC Heavyweight Title on the line 5… 6… Dual-Champion and Five time World Heavyweight Champion 7… It was then that I came to full force of reality as I swung upon the curtain, my body still hiding in smoke. I counted the last second and silently admitted the truth before I rushed out into the eyes of the crowd and my destiny. Savior (barely above a whisper): I’m scared… The rest, as they say, is history… |
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