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| Topic Started: Feb 15 2010, 09:35 PM (521 Views) | |
| Mr. D | Feb 15 2010, 09:35 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Two for One Special Simon Cagero, Johnny Kingdom, David Miller, Chris Lawler & Aaron Rupp vs. Justin Davis, Gable Winchester, Adam Riddick, Jackson Adams & Porno Lad IWC thread: http://z13.invisionfree.com/Independent_Ca...p?showtopic=879 2 RP limit for each Deadline: 6:59PM EST Saturday, February 27, 2010 |
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| Mr. D | Feb 16 2010, 04:01 PM Post #2 |
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Please note that Shawn Winters has been replaced by Chris Lawler. Hunter has been replaced by Adam Riddick. |
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| Miller | Feb 19 2010, 07:35 PM Post #3 |
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RP #1: "Declarations of War" ========================== “Just like old times…” Leaning forward on the edge of the cot, Miller let his arms drape over his knees, waiting for the ringing in his ears to die down. Pain still blossomed down the length of his spine, flaring up now and again anytime he lifted his head to watch the crewmen wandering one way or another down the hall. Part of him wondered how long he’d been out, but his pride wouldn’t let him ask. But he did know it’d been at least fifteen minutes since he’d woken up, only to find himself in the familiar surroundings of the infirmary. A slow burn started in the nape of his neck, working its way through his shoulders, but he did what he could to ignore it. After ten years of this, he was surprised pain even existed anymore. But the proof was tightening up the muscles in his back, leaving his arms leaden, and his fingers stiff. Glancing down to his hands, he flexed them, trying to keep the knots out of his knuckles. Cupping a fist, he cracked the joints as best he could, before switching hands, wringing out the last of the ache before pushing up onto his feet. Instantly, the world started to spin, throwing him off-balance. Staggering one step, then two, he finally slumped back into the side of the bed before collapsing to a knee. New pain, sharp and jagged, flared in his head as he cupped a hand to the back of his skull. Clenching his teeth, he squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the pressure to subside, but it seemed to go on forever. Curling his fingertips into the sheets of the cot, he forced himself to stand, even though the pain was still spreading through his head. Lights erupted behind his eyes as his stomach lurched, forcing him back down onto his knees again. Still gripping the cot, he planted his free hand to the cold cement, his throat convulsing with dry heaves. It only lasted a few minutes, but it might as well have been hours before he was able to pull a breath back into his lungs. “Goddamn it…” Fisting his hand against the concrete, he dropped a hard punch into the unforgiving floor, ignoring the fiery burn that exploded through his knuckles. Opening his eyes, he glanced to the open doorway, selfishly hoping no-one walked by… that no-one saw him curled up on the ground like some fucking invalid. There were still a few backstage personnel passing through the corridors, but none of them seemed to notice him. Uttering some quiet thanks, he gripped the edge of the cot a little harder, and pulled himself back up to a knee. His skull pounded, like Winchester was still there, swinging a new kick into his temple every second… but it didn’t stop him from getting his feet beneath him, and pushing back up to a stand. Once more, the world spun, the colors blending into a psychedelic nightmare, forcing him to close his eyes again or risk another fall. Sitting back down on the edge of the cot, he dropped his face into his palms and waited, grinding the heels of his hands against his eye sockets. The pain subsided a little quicker this time. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and let his arms fall back across his knees. He was starting to get sick of this bullshit! …Losing at the Pay-Per-View was bad enough. He’d had the match in the palm of his damned hand, and because of some stupid loophole, Winchester had slipped through with the win. Fine. Fucked up, but fine. He’d learn to get over that… maybe. The draw against Hunter? …that was nothing but a slap in the face as far as he was concerned. There was such thing as a damned draw. This wasn’t tic-tac-toe, and this wasn’t solitaire! ...This was Supreme Championship Wrestling! …stalemates and draws had no place here! …You get in the ring, you fight it out, and at the end of the night there’s a winner and a loser! That was the name of the whole fucking game! …at least it used to be. Leaning back against the wall, he brought a hand up to the nape of his neck, gripping the pressure points just above his collarbone before rolling his head a little, testing the nerves. Small flashes of pain still rippled down his spine, but nothing compared to the torture from before. Fucking Winchester… it honestly never even occurred to him the little shit would pussy out like that. Sure, the kid was a cock-sucking little punk, but he had genuine talent! He knew his way around the ring. He knew how to get the job done, keep his eye on the ball and his head in the match… which was more than a lot of people could say, even here in the SCW. Winters obviously had no clue anymore… and that surprised him. The man was a former World Champion, but there he was, struggling against an overblown piece of hype like Jason Wheeler? …Jason Zero? …Conrad Valentine? …How many times had that asshole changed his name now? …he could still remember when people gave HIM shit over the ‘Davey Boy MacGregor’ thing… but the Black and White-Wolf Hero of Time, or whoever the hell he was now… shows up with a new gimmick every other week and no-one gives a shit? …well, then again, no-one gave a shit about Wheeler period… so maybe that had a little something to do with it. But watching him take Winters apart got him wondering. How much longer before he lost his touch, too? That was assuming he hadn’t already …Two matches in, and he’d lost one, fucked up the other, and gotten his ass handed to him by a snot-nosed little rookie and a couple of fucked-up pricks from the ‘Little Leagues’! …If he hadn’t lost it yet, then he was definitely misplacing it left and right. Shaking his head, he eased back up to his feet, testing his equilibrium. The world rocked a little, but nothing compared to the roller-coaster he’d gone through earlier… at least he could keep his balance. Reaching up to work the last of the kinks out of his neck, he grabbed his hoodie and pulled it back up, taking a minute to smooth out the ‘SCW’ printed across the chest. Part of him still found it surprising how much the company had grown on him. With over ten years and three hundred matches to his name, in over a hundred different companies across the world… Supreme Championship Wrestling was the only one he kept coming back to. Why… he had no clue. He’d barely won any championships here. Hadn’t made much of a name for himself outside of being a hot-headed little shit with a hell of a pain threshold. Well… before he wound up getting his ass kicked every week, anyway. No-one revered him the way they did guys like CHBK, Xander Valentine or even Starr now… though he was still skeptical on the last one. He’d caught the beat-down Jake gave Dillusion in the parking lot… but he’d also noticed he needed Steele’s help to get it done. For someone who claimed to be able to fight his own battles, he never seemed to stray too far from that posse of his… That seemed to be the big thing in wrestling these days, though… posses. Groups, stables, whatever you wanted to call them. SCW had sure as hell seen its share over the years. The New Blood Rebellion, Pay-Per-View, Apotheosis, Infection, the Alliance of Violence, and now Starr’s little band of brothers. Maybe that was what it took to hit the next level now; back-up. Maybe the numbers game had finally taken over. Well… if it had, then he’d just have to play by his own rules, like always. Groups weren’t his thing. He didn’t like having to put his faith in people he didn’t know… he’d tried that once before, and still had the scars to show why it was never a good idea. Besides, he wasn’t looking for immortality like Starr or Cherry. He wasn’t looking to get his name in the record books… he didn’t care about becoming a legend in his own time, or earning a spot in the Hall of Fame. Maybe he used to. When he first came to SCW. He watched guys like CHBK, Chad Evans, Xander Valentine, and Damian Angel… and he let his mind wander. ‘What If?’ …that was the question he always asked himself. ‘What If’ …he won the world title? ’What If’ …he was the next SCW legend? But… he rarely ever had those thoughts anymore. Now, he just tried to concentrate on getting back into the ring. He didn’t play to the fans like some of them; he just stuck to what he’d always been good at … He was a fighter. He’d been saying it since the beginning, and it was just as true now as it was two, five and ten years ago. Shit, he’d been fighting since birth… and before that! …how many men could stand up and say they’d beaten back death itself? …repeatedly! …he’d survived an abortion, a blood disease, and being run over with a fucking car! …he’d come back from two broken necks, partial paralysis, and some of the most brutal matches in SCW history. He’d been thrown off the fucking stage by none-other than Xander Valentine, SCW’s very own Boogeyman… and not only had he gotten back up, he’d gone after him! How long had he stalked the Rebellion? …calling out the so-called ‘Executioner’ of SCW? …how many times had he cornered Calli? …taunted Damian? …even stood toe to toe with Xander, only to slap him across the face?! …and still Valentine refused to fight. How many men could say they’d back him down?! How many men could say that Xander Valentine had actually RUN AWAY when they’d challenged him?! Very few… if any at all. That was an honor that he alone carried in SCW. But, like so many aspects of himself, that was a long time ago. Two years, at least… he was on a whole different level then; some could even argue that those were the years when he’d been at his prime. It hurt to think about how true that argument might be. He wasn’t even thirty yet… he was actually turning twenty-eight this year… and people were talking about his ‘prime’ in the past tense. What hurt most was knowing it might just be true. Reaching for the hood of his jacket, he pulled it up into place as he stepped out into the hallway. The last match of the night was still going in full-force... the end of the Championship Tournament. Some of the names had surprised him, including Thorn and Mason… though a couple others, like Foxx, Kissinger and Rupp had been obvious. Even Davis, to an extent. He’d already gotten his shot, but the match between him, Starr and Hurse had been close, damned close. Even Sasha couldn’t miss the money in that rematch. He thought about lingering by the side entrance to see who came out on top… he’d caught the earlier rounds, so he knew it was between Davis and Thorn, but decided against it. His head was still pounding, and he had enough to worry about, being one of the ten men involved in that clusterfuck of a tag match to cap off the “2-for-1” Pay-Per-View. The four-way title match was drawing a lot of attention, sure; but that wasn’t the match people were paying the sixty-buck price tag for… they wanted to see what happened when ten of the biggest names SCW and IWC had to offer got dropped in the ring and shaken up like a bunch of bees in a jar. Having been a ten-year-old kid at one point, he already knew that answer. He was also smart enough to know that having Gable Winchester and himself on opposite teams was no coincidence. Just like Davis and Starr was certain to draw a crowd… the ongoing tension between the rookie and himself was certainly gluing more than a few asses into the arena seats. It wouldn’t be the last time he and Winchester faced off, either. Even after the “Special”… Retribution still hung in the distance… [align=center]==========[/align] Pushing through the steel doors that led into the underground garage, he noticed a long black limousine pulled up in front of the ramp that led back to street level. More than that… he noticed the ‘IWC’ lettering printed boldly across the license plate. On their own accord, his feet started to lead him closer to the sleek vehicle. The driver was standing off to the side, smoking a cigarette with one of the guys from the local arena security. Were Adams and Lad still here? …aside from ‘Too Magnificent’, they were the only ones that crashed the show, weren’t they? …drawing closer, he shifted his attention to the driver, and then moved it back to the limousine again. Clenching his teeth, he felt his fingers coil, curling into a thickly-balled fist as he circled around one of the pillars, and crept up on the back of the car. Moving around the passenger side, he noticed one of the windows was cracked open, giving him a view inside … It was definitely Adams’ and Lad’s limo… he could see Jackson’s Submissions Title sitting on the backseat. The grin cut itself across his lips before he could stop it from spreading. Somewhere in his gut, he felt the familiar shift of the beast, as his blood came to a slow boil in his veins. Along the length of his back, the pain blossomed again, but this time, it almost encouraged him… spurred him on as he walked the length of the car, and gave the driver another cautious look. Neither of the two men seemed all that interested in anything but their cigarettes, and the conversation between them. With Jackson and Lad still inside with Winchester… he assumed, anyway… that left the limousine… along with its precious cargo… helpless. Reaching to the back door, he tested the handle, though he wasn’t expecting much. It only moved halfway before stopping short… locked. Giving another glance towards the still-distracted driver, he debated putting his elbow through the window… but that just… didn’t seem like enough. Releasing the latch, he stepped back and turned to head for his own car… only to see the answer staring him in the face. On the backside of the pillar he’d come around hung an emergency box, and inside it was a heavy fire-axe. The more he stared at it, the stronger he felt the impulse become. Brushing against his thoughts, he felt the dragon urging him… the low hiss echoing in the back of his mind, prompting the fire in his blood to rage even hotter… to the point where he half expected to see smoke rising from his pores. In a cruel compulsion, the beast rekindled the screaming pain down the length of his spine, flaring the nerves in his neck, while enhancing the constant throb in his skull. Memories of the attack… what he’d been conscious enough to remember… played through his mind’s eye like a loop… ending with the sneering faces of Jackson and Winchester as they stood over him, trying to stomp a damned hole through his beaten body. They’d fired the first shot… but he was about to make the first kill. Loosing the lock on the box, he swung the cover open and grabbed the axe… almost dropping it. Hanging in the box, it hadn’t looked like much, but even the shaft itself was die-cast metal. Altogether, it had to weight at least thirty-five pounds, give or take. More than enough for what he had planned. Holding it just beneath the head, he gripped the shaft near the middle, before using the bottom end to smash one of the back mirrors on the limousine. The tinted glass fragmented instantly, setting off the car’s alarm, which snapped both the driver and the guard out of their nicotine-induced stupors. The guard reached for his radio, while the driver tossed his smoke and came back at a dead run. He wasn’t the most athletic-looking man, but he wasn’t the usual tub of lard you saw driving the big shot’s around, either. Of course, that didn’t keep him from stopping the second he saw Miller holding both the axe, and the Championship belt. “Sir?” Keeping his voice calm… or trying to at least, the driver raised his hands, palms out in placation, as he crept in a few feet closer. “Sir? …I need you to put… well, I need you to put both those down, actually.” Losing the belt alone would cost him his job… but the axe wasn’t exactly a small concern. Miller ignored the driver. Gripping the belt by the bottom of the main plate, he turned it over, bracing the back of it against his wrist so he could study the front. The gold gave off a beautiful gleam when it caught the overhead lights of the garage. Especially the brass placard on the bottom… that read: Jackson Adams. “Sir! …put the belt back in the car!” Now the guard was creeping closer, already holding his radio in place… either having just called for backup, or in the middle of doing so. “Did you hear me? …I said put the belt back! …I will not ask again!” Judging from the fear in his face, asking was all he planned on doing. Carrying the title around to the front of the limousine, Miller finally put it down as asked… stretching it out across the hood, centering it over the engine beneath. Taking a step back, he settled the axe across both his shoulders for a moment, and propped one foot up on the vehicle’s bumper… just staring down at the golden plate. He almost felt like one of the monsters in the old horror movies… peering down at the sacrificial virgin left to his mercy… or in this case… his complete lack thereof. What would little Jackson Adams do when he came back out to the limousine? …feeling so pleased with himself about the Five Star Society’s ‘coup’ over the infamous “Assassin” of SCW? …how long would it take him to notice the broken window and the open door? …how long would it take him to realize his most prized possession, the one thing that gave him any sense of self-worth in his sad little life… was now itself… completely worthless? “…let’s find out…” Easing the axe down off his shoulders, he hefted it in both hands for a moment, before aiming the razor-sharp blade over the center of the golden plate… looking to cut through the tinted metal right down the middle… right between the ‘Jackson’ …and the ‘Adams’. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the guard lifting the radio up to his mouth again… a little more urgently this time. Feeling his lips twist into a ghostly smile, he slowly lowered the edge of the blade down onto the plate again, resting it atop the ‘IWC’ logo… “No! …for the love of God, no!” Scrambling to his knees, the driver stumbled over his own feet, before breaking into a dead run for the limo, his face growing pale as Miller lifted the axe yet again. “NO!” Too late… helpless, the driver stopped a foot short of the limousine’s hood, his eyes locked in a helpless gaze as the axe was drawn back in a sweeping arc, picking up speed as it swung down towards the plate… [align=center]CRUNCH!!![/align] The screech of severed metal was deafening in the cement enclosure, forcing the driver to his knees, hands clapped over his ears as he shielded himself against the rain of sparks exploding from the limo’s hood. Shaking his head in disbelief, he tried to suppress the whimpers emanating from his throat as he pulled his hands away, and hesitantly reached for the top of the hood, slowly pulling himself up to look… The belt was untouched… Miller had embedded the axe less than an inch above the golden plate. “Oh, thank you, God… thank you, God… thank you…” His job spared, the driver let his head fall to the hood with a dull thump, still uttering his thankful mantra as he reached a quivering hand for the belt. Allowing the man to pull the title to safety, Miller stood silent, watching it all play out from beneath the hood of his jacket. Giving a small shake of his head, he actually chuckled at the sight of the driver clutching the title belt to his chest… as if he’d just rescued his own infant from the brink of death. Turning his attention back to the axe, he took hold of the shaft beneath the head, and wrenched it free with a squeal of torn metal. The blade had left a deep, jagged gap in the center of the sleek black hood. Tilting the heavy metal pole, he shoved the tip beneath the man’s chin… slowly forcing him to his unsteady feet. The cold, green glass of Miller’s eyes burned in the shadow cast by the hood, as he leaned in closer and inched the tip of the axe-shaft away from the man’s throat. Slowly, his lips parted, peeling back to reveal a firm, white smile… wrought with a chilling lack of emotion. “…do me one small favor, will you?” Before the man could answer, Miller lashed out with lightning speed, grabbing the back of his neck and hurling his head down towards the hood of the limousine. Instinct took hold as the driver thrust both hands out, hoping to stop himself… instead; it brought him down face first into the tile belt. Bouncing off the golden plate, the man’s head erupted like a geyser, spilling a thick wash of blood down his face, hiding it behind a ‘crimson mask’ as his body crumpled lifelessly to the cold concrete. Kneeling beside the brutalized figure, the “Assassin” retrieved the Submissions belt, and pressed the golden plate against the man’s blood, smearing it over every inch; until the etched name of ‘Jackson Adams’ was impossible to see. When he was finished, he dropped the belt back into the man’s lap, and simply rose back to his feet. “Give Mr. Adams my regards…” Allowing the axe to fall from his grip, Miller stared down at the bloodied mess he’d created, before stepping over the unconscious body and starting towards his truck… First blood had been drawn… [align=center]Let the war begin.[/align] [align=center] ========== Ten Men … Two Teams … One Match And absolutely no chance of this even resembling a ‘tag team’ contest. I don’t know who had the bright idea of taking some of the most volatile, and combustible names from both companies, shoving them on either side of the ring and expecting them to suddenly form a pair of well-oiled machines… but I wish they’d had the decency to pass the joint, ‘cause whatever the fuck they’re smoking? …is high quality shit! But, that’s the joke, isn’t it? …even the kids know this won’t be some organized little contest between ten of the biggest names from both IWC and SCW. Hell no… this is like piling up a bunch of kerosene kegs and using it for target practice with a damned rocket launcher! …every last fucker in this thing has his own agenda! …take Davis, for example. The guy just fell flat on his damned face… literally… after being within an inch of a World Title shot! …granted, yes, he would have blown it anyway, but that’s beside the point! You really think his biggest concern is going to be whether Adam Riddick or Jackson Adams need him to watch their backs?! …No fucking way! …he’s going to be hogging as much time in that ring as he can, looking to put anyone and everyone down for the count… just to prove that Thorn lucked out in the finals. It won’t be just the so-called ‘bad guys’ having problems though… it won’t just be SCW, either! …what about Simon Cagero and Johnny Kingdom? …I don’t know a thing about either one of these assholes, but from what I HAVE heard… they don’t exactly get together to go cruising the clubs on Saturday nights… Shit, the only ones that MIGHT actually keep an eye on each other are Adams and the Porno Lad… At least… they would have… if Adams didn’t have personal reasons of his own now… right, Jackson? Did you get my message, Jackie? …don’t think I could have made it any clearer than I did… even made sure I signed the fucking thing in blood! …you, Ethan and Gable… you fired the first shot in this war, I’ll give you that much. But I got the first kill. I drew first blood… and I’m going to do it again at the “2-for-1”. Even I’m not exempt from the ‘personal issues’. Not as long as I can see Winchester standing at the other end of the ring… but he’s not the only one I’m watching, anymore… I’m sure it’ll break his heart to hear he’s not my sole focus anymore, but I might as well fess up… I’ve found myself the victim of a lovely little triangle. I don’t just want Winchester anymore… I’m looking to pick the Society apart, too… starting with you, Adams. Gable doesn’t have the balls, let alone the brains to orchestrate that attack… so it had to have been your baby. I’d congratulate you, but why? …for what? …blind-siding someone you didn’t have the guts to step up face to face with? …have to admit, I expected a little more from an IWC Champion… That reminds me, Jackie… did the stains come out? …the whole flight home, I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing at the thought of you huddled in the shower with your title, slathering three cans of comet over it trying to get your driver’s blood out of all the little nooks... don’t worry… I’m sure it’ll come clean… Least until I do it again, anyway… and this time, it’ll be YOUR blood all over it. That’s assuming I can get hold of you before Johnny Kingdom does… I hear he’s got a couple things to ‘talk over’ with you once the bell rings. He’ll probably keep you pretty busy, so I’ll just have to focus on Gable… What is this, Winchester? …round three now? …I could probably spend the whole rest of the week talking about how impressed I am that you’ve made it this far, but the simple fact is… I’m getting kind of irritated. Yes… in case you were curious… you have my permission to run around bragging about how you got under David Miller’s skin. We both know you were probably planning on doing it anyway, so I might as well just get it out and over with. Besides, it’s no secret that I tend to get worked up a little easier than most people, so there’s no point in trying to hide the fact that I can’t wait to leave you a pulped mess in the middle of the ring… and before you choke laughing on whatever it is you’re eating? …I’m not joking… YOU might not be all that worried about who I have and haven’t beat… or what I can or can’t do once I get between those ropes… but the crowd is… those three or four fans that actually show up for you? …they’ve all seen what happens when I start getting hot under the collar. And yes, this is where I puff up and tell you how much you won’t like me when I’m angry… cliché as fuck, yes… but doesn’t make it any less true… Up ‘till now, you’ve managed to luck out in one match… and sneak your way through the seconds. While I’m sure you’re more than a little impressed with yourself… I’m still waiting for that feeling to be mutual. Now, I’m not saying you don’t deserve SOME of the accolades you have… you ARE one of the quickest little fucks I’ve ever had to chase down and I’ve been up against some speedy little bastards, believe me… Cedro Martinez comes to mind, for one… Calvan Greene and Alex Desoubrais Jr. are a couple of others… No, you don’t know them. I know… but again, those three or four people chanting your name do… and they remember what happened once I got hold of them. Desoubrais spent a couple weeks sucking oatmeal through a straw; and Greene? …well …let’s put it this way… do you see him on any of the cards? No… you don’t. But, that’s just a little pat on the back for myself… I’m proud of all the people I’ve crippled. Sounds cold, I know …but that’s what I do, Gable. Everyone gets into this business for one reason or another. Championships. Money. Women… Men… whatever. I do it because I’ve always had a talent for beating people within an inch of their lives. I have a… a gift, you could say… for causing excessive amounts of pain. ‘Course, you already know that first-hand, don’t you? …you boast and brag about stealing a win over me… but I seem to remember you favoring that scrawny little neck of yours for the rest of the week. Anyways, I’m rambling… where was I? …oh, right, your ‘good’ points… whatever they are… what are they again? …I already mentioned that you can run faster than anyone else, but that shouldn’t be a surprise, it’s what cowards do. They run. That, and jump people from behind. You and Adams have that down pat. Unfortunately, it won’t do you much good when I’m standing right in front of you… that’s when the chance to run goes away… and it comes down to who’s the better fighter? …who can leave the other guy a bloodied, broken carcass before they get turned into one themselves? …yeah …you know …something tells me even YOU aren’t arrogant enough to think you’re the answer to that one, Winchester … but, you’re more than welcome to try. Shit, I’ll be standing right in front of you… go ahead …give it a shot, kid. And speaking of ‘shots’ …this is where we get to ‘Mr. Mini-Shot’ …Ethan Aaron. The only member of the team to have BOTH IWC and SCW looking to kick his ass… whether or not that’s something to be proud of, I don’t know, but it’s there if anyone wants to jump on it. You, Ethan… I’ll go ahead and admit, are one of the two men I consider an actual threat in this match. You’re a cock-sucking little prick who turns more tail than a two-dollar hooker, but whether anyone wants to admit it or not, you can kick plenty of ass on your own when you need to. Even Kingdom’ll have to begrudge you that… he’s seen it himself… up close. Like Winchester, you’ve got speed on your side… more than he does, even. The major difference between you and Gable, though… is Gable can fight his way out of a corner if he needs to… You can’t, Ethan. I’ve seen what happens when someone like me gets hold of someone like you… I don’t suppose you’d be interested in looking up the word ‘dismemberment’, would you? …You should… it defines your future… Now I know... I know… you went through all of oh-eight undefeated… I’m sure the fact that you slid through more loopholes than Obama has excuses has nothing to do with it, right? …right. Of course not… You’ve also held just about every title in the Cartel… THAT …I’ll admit makes you the biggest name in this match… which works perfectly, since you come up short everywhere else… and I do mean ‘everywhere’. Yeah… I went there, Ethan. I’ve seen your shit on the ‘net. You DO know they make pills for that, right? Well, if you didn’t, you do now… so I’m sure you’ll be more than ready to ‘rise to the occasion’ the next time poor Kitty has to pretend she actually found something under those Scooby boxer shorts. But, while that’s the good news… here’s the bad; there’s no pill that’ll raise your game high enough to keep me from snapping you in two, Ethan. There’s no pill that’ll make you smart enough to outwrestle me. No pill to make you strong enough to overpower me. And no pill that’ll make you slippery enough to escape me … I hate to put it so bluntly, Ethan… but no climax for you. The only ‘shot’ you need to worry about, is the one where my foot comes crashing through the side of your skull. Cue credits… fade to black… you FAIL! Don't believe me? ..... .. ...... [/align] |
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| Gable Winchester | Feb 20 2010, 08:25 PM Post #4 |
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OOC: Good luck to all involved, heres my first offering Is Speed Really All That Fast? Narrator: So it seems like an age has passed since Gable Winchester was facing up to his two previous opponents whom he had a victory against each, yet in one way or another he refused to let people forget about who he was and what he was about. whether it was making Dominic Kaiser’s valets “acquaintance” or appearing out of nowhere to represent his brand on the latest episode of ‘Riot’, Independent Wrestling Cartel’s weekly show; he made sure that the name Gable Winchester was the one everyone was at least talking about in passing. This week however, his self proclaimed advisor/soon to be manager TJ Bosley has taken him to a local diner where the pastime of “Speed Dating” is practiced and quite successful if it’s introduction has anything to do with the spike of attendance the diner has had…unless it’s for the bacon double cheeseburgers which I hear are phenomenal…anyhow without much more procrastinating I shall pass you over to the duo where I can only imagine what is likely to happen… Gable and his friend/advisor etcetera, TJ walk into a homely little diner nearby where they are staying for the duration of the SCW/IWC Supershow. Feeling a little more than proud of himself for his actions, Gable can’t help but smile as he thinks about what had occurred on Breakdown. Yeah he knew that it wasn’t the best way to get into the fan’s hearts but well…David Miller just totally rubbed him up the wrong way. Gable: So why are we here again? His friend looks at him with his head cocked slightly as if he can’t believe what he is hearing. TJ: Are you kidding me man? You walk on right to the ring and mack on someone else’s girlfriend… Gable holds his hand up, causing TJ to stop. Gable: Woah, woah, woah! I was simply introducing myself, no harm in that is there? Sighing TJ nods. TJ: Yes there is! You tried to kiss her hand! Look, I was thinking you have a bit of pent up “tension” so what better way to release it by sticking you in your element and letting you loose on a fair few single women that hopefully will be begging for that sort of attention! Not seeing any immediate holes in TJ’s logic, Gable refuses to give up so easily and thinks of any sort of comeback he could so that face was saved on his part. Gable: I am against this idea! TJ shrugs. TJ: Well it’s too late bro, you’re all signed up and ready to go! Thinking he had misheard TJ, Gable cups a hand over his ear and speaks slowly and a little more loudly than necessary in order to get his point across, whatever it was going to be when he decided about it anyway… Gable: For a second…I thought you just said I was already signed up…. Nodding quite proudly, his friend smirks as he then shrugs and points over to a table with a fair skinned woman sat there, she had her black hair swept back in a tight pony tail and wore a bubblegum pink blouse along with what looked like white jeans from Gable’s perspective. TJ: I did, now go over there and sit down, it’s about to start and I see an empty seat! Making a cutthroat gesture to his buddy, Gable walks over and adjusts the plain black vest he has on and sits down in the seat as the woman looks at him, smiling weakly. She raises her hand in a salute and Gable does the same before a buzzer drones from somewhere nearby, signalling, he can only guess that this thing is about to start. Looking toward TJ, Gable shakes his head before TJ responds with a double thumbs up. Turning to the woman he decides to just suck it up and kill his friend later. Gable: Hey… Woman: Hi there…I’m Judith… She seemed to be more shy than anything else and for some reason, he found it cute rather than annoying which was strange as he was drawn to more confident and outgoing women. Shrugging off the issue he smiles and clasps his hands in his lap. Gable: Hi, I’m Ezekiel…but my fans call me Gable. Smiling he sees a slight frown cross her face. Judith: Fans? Are you famous or something? Inside his head, he applauded the woman for her being as sharp as a tack, but on the outside he nodded slow enough to at least convey hesitance or modest…whichever one crossed her mind first. Gable: Yeah…I am kinda famous…in a big way! Grimacing slightly at his slip of tongue, he notices her eyes flash almost animatedly and wonders if he had sat across from a glory seeker. Judith: Really? He smiles and nods. Gable: Oh yeah, I’m a professional wrestler in town for a big event and I thought I would stop by and try this thing out. He could see she was at least minutely impressed and decided to press on the advantage before it ran out…like the time. Gable: So erm, I think that I haven’t seen a pair of eyes that shade of blue in my life! Captivating for sure. Trying to hide the smirk that formed on his face at that blush he noticed cross her face, he winked at her. Just as she was about to make some form of response, the buzzer sounds, signalling the end. Looking to the next table, Gable frowns as a quite muscular woman with blonde hair sits, funnily enough gazing across at him. He can’t really say he is looking forward to moving, but takes a breath then turns to Judith. Gable: Well it was nice meeting you…you have my vote or whatever it is you have to do in this thingy. She smiles sweetly at him and he has to resist the urge to ask for her number or for her home address, because that might just be a little weird. Standing he moves on to the table with the muscular woman and it is his turn to smile nervously as she winks at him. Clasping his hands in his lap and wringing them together, she starts off the proceedings. Woman: You look familiar! He flinches at the brusqueness of the woman and could swear that he saw TJ chuckling into his hand over by the counter as he watched Gable do his thing…sort of. Smiling as broadly as he could manage he runs a hand through his dreadlocks. Gable: Hey there…um, I wrestle if that’s any help… She clicks her fingers and then nods. Woman: Of course! You wrestled in the amateur league I was once part of, Ezekiel something or other right? Oh where are my manners, I’m Justine! Not recognising her at all, he shrugs inwardly and responds. Gable: Nice to meet you Justine…yeah my name is Ezekiel, Ezekiel Pearson…I went pro a few weeks back now and work for a big company… She nods, the look on her face at least resembled an impressed one at best. Justine: Well I still work on the amateur circuit doing my best to break through you know, I work as a taxi driver to pay my way till then though. Gable couldn’t say he had heard of many female taxi drivers but who was he to argue with someone that looked like she could snap him with relative ease as if he was a twig. Her dedication to the sport he had caught a lucky break in was quite touching and he certainly wished her well in what he had quickly found to be as cut throat as piracy pf the nautical kind…if Jim Henson was anything to go by in his portrayal of Treasure Island. Gable: Wow, that must take up a lot of your time. She nods. Justine: Pretty much all of it, but we do what we must right? It was his turn to agree. Gable: That definitely is true! The buzzer sounded at that point and he smiled before thanking Justine for her time. Not even looking as he sat down in the next seat he was almost startled as he looked across the small table at the woman and thought he had died and gone to heaven. The woman was a dead ringer for HER and this time it wasn’t a fantasy. With the addition of two small hoop piercing at either corner of her mouth, the two could have been twins. Gable: Jesus…you’re beautiful! The woman smiles and runs a hand through her hair. Woman: Wow, that was a real nice greeting sugar…you’re quite the dish yourself! This was a nice start to the conversation and by far his favourite, she even vaguely sounded like her with that term sugar! Man he had to get to know her that bit better even if it killed him…then again he thought that with it not being her it would only be a cheap substitution for the real thing which he was determined to get even if he had to do some….not so nice things…like what had happened to David…he wasn’t too proud of it, yes he was proud of sticking it to him…but if something like that couldn’t get her attention, he needed to take steps…so with that in mind he thought he would at least get her digits if he could Gable: So how about I tell you a bit about myself? I’m young, successful in my chosen field and completely available. She laughed at this and realised that at least some women appreciated his lines as corny as they sometimes were. Knowing that she was all but putty in his hands he allowed her to respond before he laid it on thicker for her before potentially going in for the kill if time allowed it. Woman: I’m Samantha, I’m twenty six and I am a damn good lawyer if I do say so myself…so what is your chosen field Mr?… Gable: Ezekiel, but you can call me Gable, people the world over will be soon enough after my next stint…I’m a professional wrestler you see, and I have a big match coming up. He had to play up the part about him having a big match just in case the chick was into that sort of thing of course, you know, the ones that loved and craved power. She leant forward and rested her chin on her hand, a few stray strands of her blonde hair fell forward and she blew at them futilely before giving up and sighing before tucking it behind her ear. Samantha: Ooh, I’ve never dated a successful and handsome wrestler before… Bingo! He thought he had hit the big time with this one, and on the bright side, if her doppelganger decided to actually take note of all the things he had done to garner the attention of the people in the build up to the two for one special…well he could always put this one on the back burner, after all she was stunning! Gable: You know what Samantha…how about we blow this joint and go get something to eat? I know a great sushi place just down the road from here… Samantha’s eyes widened at the thought and she smiled shyly. Samantha: It would be an honour and a privilege Mr Gable… He shook his head, his dreadlocks whirling with him slightly. Gable: Just Gable, or Gable Winchester if you HAVE to be so formal. Getting up, he offered her the crook of his arm, after all there was no reason he couldn’t show at least some courtesy and chivalry before he rocked her world with his amazingness and prowess both in and out of the sack…he had to be optimistic in some ways right? Looping her arm through his, they go to leave the diner as TJ looks on in disbelief at his friends disregard for all that he set up for him. TJ: Hey…Gable….Wait up! ………………….. Narrator: Gable, when on earth will you be able to recount a story how it really happened huh? You know as well as I do that things weren’t as Beverly Hills 90210 as that, and I will give you the chance to rectify it…in fact no, I will rectify it for the sake of at least trying to salvage any of the respect some of the people out there had for you…but I will give you the chance to redeem yourself by going through the motions with your words to the opponents you have been dealt…if that isn’t too difficult for you huh? ______________________________________________________________ In The Middle Of It Do people really think that I talk and talk about how cool I am for the good of my health? I think so, I mean, no offence to my team-mates and all that, but until I crashed the “Riot” over in IWC land, play on words intended…the people in the audience hadn’t even seen anything like what I brought to the place alongside my sorta comrade in arms, Justin Davis and even that weird guy Hudson too…did anyone expect me of all people to appear? Of course not, because who is Gable Winchester anyway right? I’ll tell you all who I am in a different medium than the one you are all used to hearing and transforming it to one you are seeing at this Pay Per View. I have to say God knew what he was doing when he sculpted this team I have…well as far as Jackson and Ethan go anyway, those guys may not be liked the world over, but they sure as hell know how to throw a damn good celebration party…yeah it could very well be a little premature, but what’s wrong with a bit of optimism huh? I have the returning prodigal son of the dysfunctional “Wheeler/Savior/Cullen” Clan, Adam Riddick…though I haven’t heard much about him, his second name is like that guys from Pitch Black played by Vin Diesel, so he has to at least be some good in the ring right? Then Justin Davis who croaked at the last hurdle in his quest to win a shot at the Title but then again look at what the guy had to do to get to that point, talk about inspirational! I could very well learn something from this guy with his tenacity, but I unfortunately will be doing it with a little bit more class…for instance without the use of illegal or frowned upon means, but still…what a guy! Haha, and now for the crowning triad…has there ever been such a fully functioning trio as Gable Winchester, Jackson Adams and of course Porno Lad? Some…not mentioning names would disagree, I mean what do whiny people with chips on their shoulders do best? You got it haha, now in spite of this bad guy, good guy thing the place has going on; I just have to chuckle. This is more to do with the disagreements the people inside the match have, rather than whether they would side with Batman or Elmer Fudd if they were to have a fight…that and I know full well that in spite of us having similar views, David Miller and myself…we are like Clark Kent to his Lex Luthor…Spiderman to his Green Goblin, chalk to it’s cheese and all that. In this already respectable team, I play the foil for you Mr Miller and you know that without yours truly in this match…well you would just go complain about how I am that damn talented, that it offends your very being that I’m not there to infuriate you some more in the match… Because that’s what we did right? We ticked you off because we did what you couldn’t with your crappy little team of miscreants. We showed unity in spite of being on totally different brands and showed you that just because you want something so bad, it doesn’t mean you will get it in the presentation you desire…I made a damn fool of you twice and yeah I may have suffered a severe concussion and some nearly fractured bones to do it, but the end more than justified the means...there YOU were calling ME out David, me, GABLE WINCHESTER! And you thought I would just come crawling over to you and say “Okay Mr Big Shot, don’t hurt me and I’ll give you what you want…just please don’t dismantle me like Lego…please!” I genuinely think that’s what you wanted but oh no…Jackson and Ethan, I have an understanding with both of them and for the time being at least, overcoming you and the rest of the people on your “side” comes first and foremost. I hope that the itty bitty kick I gave you taught you a lesson in humility though man, because I wanted you to have a little taster of what it was like for me when you hit that move which cost you the match…which you so kindly remind me at every opportunity…me and the damn world of course…I can’t forget about them…and as for me not having the balls or brains to arrange our little coup…the bottom line is one that we can all agree on here on the greener grass… Does it matter? The fact is that you went all gung ho thinking that you were gonna call me out for Redemption then I would cower in fear because you were ready to go Charles Bronson on me, and I showed you that we were indeed one step ahead of you. Just as our team is gonna triumph at this two for one thing, I am going to triumph over YOU at Redemption and put your little outbursts to rest for good. I mean just look at us and look at your group? Chris Lawler? Aaron Rupp? Not a particularly good start to a line-up that has to take out…sorry, attempt to take out us five, and yet you think you are going to be the one that “kills” us all? Haha, you truly must have had more of that sense knocked out of you with our warning shot than I thought! I seem to be having a bit of a sense of déjà vu though it has to be said where you make threats, I counter them, then you may make some more threats and I laugh, Jackson laughs…heck even Ethan may get in on the laughing bit…but I recall you saying something along the same lines as you will leave me a bloody mess in the ring before, or was that Hunter, I have victories over both you chumps so it’s easy for the distinguishing lines between you both to blur sometimes…okay bragging over, see it wasn’t as bad as you made out David but hey…I couldn’t let my number one fan down could I? Now onto more refreshing matters… Mr Rupp…I harbour no ill will toward you going into this match, like I said I was just put in this match to baby-Sit David and make sure he doesn’t hurt himself in his one of many tantrums when things start to go from his control, I should congratulate you on your job well done on doing well in that tournament…but you know what, I’m not going to…you know you did well and I don’t need to point out you fizzled out when it counted to of all people…my partner Justin Davis…so let’s leave it at that huh? And I will give you one piece of advice, if things start to get out of control and you are left with the chance to fight for the team against us…tuck tail and run…I mean that in a nice way too…a good man amongst the rest of your team doesn’t need to be subjected to what we may have to do to end this match in our favour…it’s a tough call for you to make and I know chances are you will reject my idea so don’t say I didn’t give you the suggestion when we “Run Wild” in the match Aaron.. Well I could spout on and on about how futile David’s quest to better me is going to be, but I have better things to do and equally so, I could talk about Chris Lawler but I think I speak for the team when I say...who the hell cares about someone that has long since seen his hey day and out of desperation to not be left out of the limelight, interferes in other peoples business? And oh yeah I could also go on and pretend to know about those other guys but I will leave those to Jackson or PL unless one of you other guys fancy a crack of the whip…me? I have business to attend to, so until I feel the need to grace you with my wise words from the wise book…. Toodle Pip! ____________________________________________________________ Narrator: Wise book? Oh geez…well it was closer to the truth than I expected…the shoot that is, not his actual reference to a book or whatever he was rambling on about…well as promised here goes with the events that really transpired in that diner. Enjoy! Gable and his friend/advisor etcetera, TJ walk into a homely little diner nearby where they are staying for the duration of the SCW/IWC Supershow. Feeling a little more than proud of himself for his actions, Gable can’t help but smile as he thinks about what had occurred on Breakdown. Yeah he knew that it wasn’t the best way to get into the fan’s hearts but well…David Miller just totally rubbed him up the wrong way. Gable: So why are we here again? His friend looks at him with his head cocked slightly as if he can’t believe what he is hearing. TJ: Are you kidding me man? You walk on right to the ring and mack on someone else’s girlfriend… Gable holds his hand up, causing TJ to stop. Gable: Woah, woah, woah! I was simply introducing myself, no harm in that is there? Sighing TJ nods. TJ: Yes there is! You tried to kiss her hand! Look, I was thinking you have a bit of pent up “tension” so what better way to release it by sticking you in your element and letting you loose on a fair few single women that hopefully will be begging for that sort of attention! Not seeing any immediate holes in TJ’s logic, Gable refuses to give up so easily and thinks of any sort of comeback he could so that face was saved on his part. Gable: I am against this idea! TJ shrugs. TJ: Well it’s too late bro, you’re all signed up and ready to go, so just get over this complex you have suddenly gotten okay! I’ve seen some slight changes in you lately and I want to remedy them sooner rather than later Thinking he had misheard TJ, and completely ignoring the part about his 'complex', Gable cups a hand over his ear and speaks slowly and a little more loudly than necessary in order to get his point across, whatever it was going to be when he decided about it anyway… Gable: For a second…I thought you just said I was already signed up…. Nodding quite proudly, his friend smirks as he then shrugs and points over to a table with a fair skinned woman sat there, she had her black hair swept back in a tight pony tail and wore a bubblegum pink blouse along with what looked like white jeans from Gable’s perspective. TJ: I did, now go over there and sit down, it’s about to start and I see an empty seat! Just give it a shot Gable… Making a cutthroat gesture to his buddy, Gable walks over and adjusts the plain black vest he has on and sits down in the seat as the woman looks at him, smiling weakly. She raises her hand in a salute and Gable does the same before a buzzer drones from somewhere nearby, signalling, he can only guess that this thing is about to start. Looking toward TJ, Gable shakes his head before TJ responds with a double thumbs up. Turning to the woman he decides to just suck it up and kill his friend later. Gable: Hey… Woman: Hi there…I’m Judith… She seemed to be more shy than anything else and for some reason, he found it cute rather than annoying which was strange as he was drawn to more confident and outgoing women. Shrugging off the issue he smiles and clasps his hands in his lap. Gable: Hi, I’m Ezekiel…but my fans call me Gable. Smiling he sees a slight frown cross her face. Judith: Fans? Are you famous or something? Inside his head, he applauded the woman for her being as sharp as a tack, but on the outside he nodded slow enough to at least convey hesitance or modest…whichever one crossed her mind first. Gable: Yeah…I am kinda famous…in a big way! Grimacing slightly at his slip of tongue, he notices her eyes flash almost animatedly and wonders if he had sat across from a glory seeker. Judith: Really? He smiles and nods. Gable: Oh yeah, I’m a professional wrestler in town for a big event and I thought I would stop by and try this thing out. He could see she wasn’t in the least impressed and decided to press on, hoping to change this scepticism to the advantage before it ran out…like the time. Gable: So erm, I think that I haven’t seen a pair of eyes that shade of blue in my life! Captivating for sure. Trying to hide the frown that formed on his face at the one he noticed cross her face, he winked at her. Just as she was about to make some form of response, the buzzer sounds, signalling the end. Looking to the next table, Gable frowns as a quite muscular woman with blonde hair sits, funnily enough gazing across at him. He can’t really say he is looking forward to moving, but takes a breath then turns to Judith. Gable: Well it was nice meeting you…you have my vote or whatever it is you have to do in this thingy. She shakes her head at him ever so subtly and he has to resist the urge to ask for another shot at her because that might just be a little weird. Standing he moves on to the table with the muscular woman and it is his turn to smile nervously as she winks at him. Clasping his hands in his lap and wringing them together, she starts off the proceedings. Woman: You look familiar! He flinches at the brusqueness of the woman and could swear that he saw TJ chuckling into his hand over by the counter as he watched Gable do his thing…sort of. Smiling as broadly as he could manage he runs a hand through his dreadlocks. Gable: Hey there…um, I wrestle if that’s any help… She clicks her fingers and then nods. Woman: Of course! You were on the advert for Reese’s Pieces a while ago! Not recognising her at all, he shrugs inwardly and responds. Gable: Nice to meet you Justine…and my name is Ezekiel, Ezekiel Pearson…I wasn‘t on any such adverts I‘m afraid… She shakes her head, wild hair streaming, the look on her face at least resembled a non volatile one at best. In this he could at least be relieved Justine: You saying that I am mistaken little man? Gable couldn’t think of a comeback to this…on the one hand he wanted to shut her up about this thing, but on the other he wanted her to remain seated and not try to get him in a bear hug that could really do more damage to him than David Miller could dream of. A hell of a lot of therapy would be needed to get over a bear hug of such magnitude from a woman that looked like she had stepped straight from the stage at a Ms Universe Pageant and into the diner Gable: Erm no ma‘am…I was just saying... She nods. Justine: Good, I loved those adverts, but the one you were in was my favourite! He smiled weakly, knowing there was no other way round it than to agree with what this troubled woman was saying. Gable: That definitely is true, it was the most fun I had in a long time! The buzzer sounded at that point and he smiled briefly before thanking Justine for her time. Getting up he looked over at TJ who was creased up with laughter by this point. He gazed over at his friend for long enough to catch the words “Help Me” leave Gable’s mouth in a soundless plea. Knowing he had to resume this thing, he sighed and turned away from TJ. Not even looking as he sat down in the next seat he was almost startled as he looked across the small table at the woman and thought he had died and gone to heaven. The woman was a dead ringer for HER and this time it wasn’t a fantasy. With the addition of two small hoop piercing at either corner of her mouth, the two could have been twins. Gable: Jesus…you’re beautiful! The woman smiles and runs a hand through her hair. Woman: Wow, that was a real nice greeting sugar…you’re quite the dish yourself! This was a nice start to the conversation and by far his favourite, she even vaguely sounded like her with that term sugar! Man he had to get to know her that bit better even if it killed him…then again he thought that with it not being her it would only be a cheap substitution for the real thing which he was determined to get even if he had to do some….not so nice things…like what had happened to David…he wasn’t too proud of it, yes he was proud of sticking it to him…but if something like that couldn’t get her attention, he needed to take steps…so with that in mind he thought he would at least get her digits if he could Gable: So how about I tell you a bit about myself? I’m young, successful in my chosen field and completely available. She laughed at this and realised that at least some women appreciated his lines as corny as they sometimes were. Knowing that she was all but putty in his hands he allowed her to respond before he laid it on thicker for her before potentially going in for the kill if time allowed it. Woman: I’m Samantha, I’m twenty six and I am a damn good lawyer if I do say so myself…so what is your chosen field Mr?… Gable: Ezekiel, but you can call me Gable, people the world over will be soon enough after my next stint…I’m a professional wrestler you see, and I have a big match coming up. He had to play up the part about him having a big match just in case the chick was into that sort of thing of course, you know, the ones that loved and craved power. She leant forward and rested her chin on her hand, a few stray strands of her blonde hair fell forward and she blew at them futilely before giving up and sighing before tucking it behind her ear. Samantha: Ooh, I’ve never dated a wrestler before… Bingo! He thought he had hit the big time with this one, and on the bright side, if her doppelganger decided to actually take note of all the things he had done to garner the attention of the people in the build up to the two for one special…well he could always put this one on the back burner, after all she was stunning! Gable: You know what Samantha…how about we blow this joint and go get something to eat? I know a great sushi place just down the road from here… Samantha’s eyes widened at the thought and she smiled shyly. Samantha: It would be an honour and a privilege Mr Gable…but I prefer my men to be a little more…older…but thank you anyway, you’re a nice guy and all… He shook his head, his dreadlocks whirling with him slightly. Gable: Just Gable, or Gable Winchester if you HAVE to be so formal, and it‘s okay…a guy has to try, right? The buzzer ironically went at that moment. Getting up, he tried to hide the look of dejectedness he had on his face before walking over to TJ and shaking his head. Without waiting for his ‘advisor’ he speaks as he walks through the door leading outside the diner. Gable: Come on Teej, this place bites anyway… The door swishes closed as TJ realises Gable left without him. TJ: Hey…Gable….Wait up! Narrator: Not as straight forward as Gable would have liked you people to believe eh? Didn’t think so haha, well I too will talk with you soon after we see what some of the allies and adversaries have to say involving the match, goodbye for now and see ya! |
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Previously, on Breakdown… Cherry: What do you want from me? Do you expect me to talk? Starr: No, Mr. Cherry. I expect you to die. ELSEWHERE… Wheeler: How fucking dare anyone out there make fun of Jason Wheeler…I mean…Jason Zero after all he’s…or we’ve been through.! He lost his girlfriend, he’s going after his brother’s wife. She has two fuckin kids. Her husband turned out to be a cheater. All you people care about is….. readers and making money off of her pain. What about my pain!! I’M A HUMAN! (ah! ooh!) What you don’t realize is that I am making you all this money and all you do is write a bunch of crap about me. ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS EVIL JASON AND GOOD ADAM!!! He hasn’t performed in this ring in years. His song is called “Criminal Mind” for a reason…becausehe is a criminal! YET IM THE EVIL ONE! LEAVE ME ALONE! You are lucky I even performed for you BASTARDS! LEAVE ME ALONE!…..Please. Leave ME Alone Please…. ! Leave Jason Arkadia Faust Zero Wheeler the second alone!…right now!….I mean it! Alloco: Damn you, Drach. You could save this man if you just followed the rules. Drachewych:...I don’t need the rules…Screw the rules…I’m Dr Freaking House! And now the thrilling conclusion of… ”Hold it!” ”What?” ”What did I say last time, Ron? No copying television! If you’re gonna narrate this thing, do it right!” ”Aw. But I just wanted to add some flair.” ”How? By ripping off the hottest sitcoms and movies? This isn’t Fox! Just get on with the story!” Chapter Four- Three’s a Company…Ten’s a Sausage Fest ”Nice title.” ”Thank you.” A colder day could not have been asked for. It seemed as if the earth itself was shivering. Mother Nature could really be a relentless bitch. And as the cold night air blasted through his leather jacket, the shuddering form of Adam Riddick continued to make the long journey home. ”This is why I need a freaking car,” he snarled. His lips were blistered. His skin was red. His fingers were cold. Yet, he still walked on- one step at a time, each less painful then the last. To say that the cold wasn’t bothering him would be untrue. Yet, even if it were a sunny day, his mind would be far from easy. As the former Renegade Rocker marched along the snowy path, his mind was on one thing- and it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. ”What happened on breakdown?” What, indeed? And though it may be clear to me, for you- my audience, the curious, for no kind of fee… …here is our breakdown of what you didn’t see. ************************************************* Last Week’s Breakdown… ”You are a worthless piece of crap! When we first met five years ago, I thought you were something special. I thought you’d treat me differently than all the others in the past. But, no,” he yelled with vengeance in his voice- his fists raised and prepared to strike. ”No, you’re not special. You’re just like every other whore, taking money from unsuspecting schlubs like me.” His anger had reached its peak. With all the might he could muster, the fist of Adam Riddick came crashing down against the deceitful creature. To his great surprise, the O’ Henry bar slipped away from the gate, down the chute. Riddick let out a triumphant yell as he retrieved his prize. So enthralled with his victory was the former Renegade Rocker that he failed to notice another pivotal moment of his life developing down the hall from him. Oleksa Drachewych, owner /operator and tycoon of SCW, was many things. Patient was not one of them. And as he listened to the useless babble of Hunter’s agent, he suddenly knew why. Since he had created SCW years ago, it seemed every day was filled with superstars bitching and moaning, or carrying on if things didn’t go their way. Some superstars could do all three at the same time. *cough cough* “Wheeler.” ”Moving along…” And after all the years of pretending to give a damn, ol’ Drachy couldn’t pretend anymore. As he flipped his phone closed, leaving Hunter’s agent in mid-sentence, he quietly wondered how long it would be before that bozo realized he was talking to a dial tone. He also wondered what he was going to do about the Ten Man Tag Match at the pay-per-view. With the exception of the championship match, this was the biggest event for Oleksa. For the last while the fans had been talking, asking the same question. Who was better? IWC or SCW? Soon, that question would be answered. And the Ten Man Tag Match featuring the heels and faces of both wrestling worlds would be crucial to finding that answer. The only problem was, Hunter was now out of the equation. Which means he had to find another superstar for this match. But who? ”I wonder what’s worse for you- an O’Henry bar or a tub of peanut butter?” Adam asked, scratching his chin, his back turned to Oleksa Drachewych. ”I wonder what poor sap I could get for this match?” Oleksa asked, scratching his chin, his back turned to Adam Riddick. “Meh, I’ll figure it out later,” they both said walking in opposite directions from one another. ”Who would have guessed that these two paths, that started so different, would one day cross?” ”…Anyone who ever sees this.” ********************************************************** Later that night… Adam looked around, nervously. He didn’t want to be here. He hated being here. But, he knew he had to be here. If he was going to make any progress towards reclaiming his SCW stardom he was going to have to talk to Oleksa. He could get the ball rolling. That didn’t make being in the SCW main office any easier. No matter how long it had been, sitting outside the boss’ door still made Adam feel uncomfortable. In a way, it reminded him of his high school days. Miss Lemon would be typing loudly off in the corner. The principal Miss Gottier would call him in, scold him, then offer to forget the incident in return for some ‘favours’. To this day, Adam still had a chronic fear of rulers. The door of the Drachewych office swung open, inviting the next victim in. Slowly Adam made his way into the room, one tiny step at a time. After about thirty steps, he finally hit the doorway. The door slammed behind him. The sound made him jump- but not as much as the sight of the room. The entire place was decked out in black. There were skulls everywhere- each with a different name on it. He couldn’t help but notice that the skull marked ‘The Real Speed’ was somewhat deformed. Candles seemed to sparsely illuminate the room. Cobwebs ran rampant all over the corners. A fireplace burned with the intensity of hell, as “Night on Bald Mountain” echoed throughout the room. This place felt like it had the hand of death upon it. And that hand was reaching into the very depths of Riddick’s soul. In the middle of the room, a blood-red chair large enough to be a throne, hovered above the ground. Where wooden frames should have been to support the occupant, laid skull on top of skull- each one with a more sinister face than the one below it. The occupant of this chair had the most sinister look of all. ”Riddick- fallen one from grace. Welcome to your nightmare,” Drachewych, the ruler of this hell, bellowed. His voice made Riddick’s blood go cold. His eyes had all the anger of a demon locked inside. His hand held a goblet of boiling blood. Power seemed to emanate from this unholy beast. As the satanic figure began to laugh a demonic laugh, Riddick felt his courage leave him.. He sunk to the floor, covering his ears and closing his eyes. What he wouldn’t give to be away from this hell right now. ”Riddick…what are you doing?” Adam opened his eyes. A confused and somewhat concerned look sat on the face of Oleksa Drachewych. Adam quickly looked around. The demonic office was gone. In its place stood the most normal looking office Riddick had ever seen. As for Oleksa, he couldn’t look more plain in his gray suit and tie. ”I…ummm…” Riddick stammered, rising to his feet, unable to find an answer for his fetal position. ”I’ll explain later. Sit down- I have to ask you something.” Oleksa nodded, happy to oblige, though somewhat nervous. But, as he sank into the chair, something kept nagging at Adam’s mind. ”What the fuck was in that O’Henry bar!?” *********************************************************************** Even later…Breakdown very much underway… Adam smiled as he watched Chris Lawler make his entrance on the monitor. The meeting with Oleksa had gone well. It would only be a matter of time before he turned something up. In the meantime, all Adam could do was sit and wait. And, what better way to wait than sit and watch the Lawler match-of-the-week? Even after all this time, the guy was still impressive. Even his entrance was bad-ass. To date he was still Adam’s favourite of rivals. It’s why he felt so badly about attacking him. He hadn’t meant to take it that far. He was just very protective of Kassie- even after being away from her for so long. That still didn’t justify what he had done. So, he came up with an idea. He was going to wait until Lawler’s match was over and, in front of the entire wrestling world, he was going to apologize. The idea made Adam smile. The camera man was going to be there in a few minutes, so there wasn’t anything to do but sit and wait… **************************************************************** Present Time ”What is going on? Can anybody tell me? I feel so confused.” Adam Riddick’s look of extreme confusion was now forever captured in the archives of SCW promo footage. When people pull out this old video file, dust it off, reformat it to play on their present day Crapples PC, they will all think that Adam Riddick was in a state of absolute disbelief. If they only knew… But this wasn’t about the distant future. Not for Adam Riddick. This was about the near future/soon to be present. This was about the 2-for-1 special PPV. Words had already been exchanged, tempers were rising. It wasn’t surprising. Now, as he sat in front of his own camera, Adam knew he had to make a statement. He knew people were waiting. “Let them wait,” Adam thought as the camera continued to roll, unable to capture his thoughts. “They certainly can…Can Can…” “Heatwave” by Ella Fitzgerald suddenly popped into his head. He loved that song.” “We’re having heat wave…” Adam began to sing outloud. The 3 years of Ballet, Jazz, Modern, AND vocal lessons suddenly coming back to life within his body. As he danced around the room, enjoying his own mental jukebox, he remembered one truth… THE CAMERA WAS STILL ROLLING!!! With a leap that could have rivalled an Olympic athlete, and with a less than graceful chair landing, Adam returned his attention to the camera. “… I came back to SCW because…because…hmmm. I’m not really sure why I came back to SCW. Boredom, I guess…no, that’s not it. Well, I’m sure I’ll remember it sooner or later. What’s important is, I’m back in SCW. And how does Oleksa treat a returning veteran? About the same way the USA treated its returning Vietnam soldiers. Only this time, he’s not booing me or throwing rotten food at me. No, HE’S SENDING ME BACK INTO WAR! I mean, I’m not back in SCW for more than a month and my first pay-per-view, who does he put me against? Not one. Not two. Not three. Not four. But five, count them…five…other superstars! That’s almost as many times as Jason Wheeler’s LOST the heavyweight championship! That’s more than the number of title defenses Greg Cherry has had to make in any title run. And that’s…okay, I’m out of jokes. The point is, do you know what I said to Oleksa Drachewych as he handed me the match contract? I looked him dead in the eye, refusing to blink. He glared right back at me. His gaze was intimidating. Both of us were refusing to back down. Then, I took a deep breath and I said in my manly voice… “Can I get a drink of water?” What do you think? I showed him who’s boss, huh?...Okay, not really. And I didn’t really ask him that. I just said, “Where do I sign?” And that was it. The newest entry in the Ten Man Tag Match is Adam Riddick. The fans of the SCW- hold your applause. IWC fans- hold your vomit. Let me explain how this works. He smiled as he shifted his weight forward in his chair, the position he usually took when it was time to get serious . When I came back to SCW, I made myself one promise. That no matter who was put before me as an opponent- whether they were big or small, strong or weak, worthy or unworthy, I would face them all without complaining. Without slandering them. And, most importantly, I would take something away from each match. I know it must sound cliché for a superstar to sound so gullible. But, believe me, there is no nobility in this. The fact is, I’m getting older. The fact is, if I don’t take this kind of mentality in every single training session, every single practice, and every single match, I’m gonna get eaten alive by these younger bloods who are hungry. Heck, two weeks ago the youngest of the newcomers- Lucas Knight, ran me ragged all around the ring. That guy was harder to pin down than OJ Simpson. So, when Oleksa came to me with the opportunity to fight five strong superstars that I may never get the chance to fight again, I naturally leaped at the chance. I didn’t care who I was fighting. I didn’t care what I was fighting for. I just liked the idea of being trapped in a ring with five men…okay, that sounded gay. I hope they edit this part out. First on the list: Simon Cagero, Johnny Kingdom, & Aaron Rupp. I would like to make one thing perfectly clear to you three gentlemen. And, I know you’re watching. Your eyes are glued to the television, with eager anticipation. You want to hear what your opponents have to say. Well, let me join the growing list of your opponents who have spoken about this match. A match that will steal the show, cause the heavens to weep, bring down lightning and thunder and cause the very gods of the very heavens and earth to…I’m rambling again. They better edit this out too, while they’re at it. Guys, to be perfectly honest, I have no idea who the hell you guys are. I mean, Simon and Johnny I kinda remember from my time at IWC. That whole period is a little hazy in my memory. I was sedated a lot during that time. Gotta love pain killers. Anyway, I’m sorry that I don’t know you gentlemen. Please, don’t take it personally. I can say the same thing about my own teammates. I’ve been out of the loop for a long time. I’m pretty sure some of you may not remember who I am. But, that’s what happens to wrestlers like us guys. We’re like stars- we have one brief moment of shining glory only to come crashing down to the earth…in a…blazing fireball of fury. Christ, now I’ve gone and depressed myself. Edit out. God, this thing is going to require more editing than a J-Lo music video! Simon, Johnny, Aaron- don’t confuse my ignorance with weakness. That’ll be a mistake on your part. Just because I don’t know who you are doesn’t mean I can’t comprehend what you can do. Out of the entire IWC and SCW roster, you three were chosen to compete in arguably the most important match of this pay-per-view. That means our bosses are either crazy or we are the best there is in IWC and SCW. Personally, I think it’s a little bit of both. So, I make this promise to you gentlemen- right here and right now. I may not know who you are, I may not know what you’ve done in your careers. But, as soon as the ten of us enter that ring, I will know everything I need to know. And you will know everything you will need to know. You will know that Adam Riddick has come to play. He may not be the Adam Riddick of old yet, but when you look into my eyes you will see an old dog that is still hungry. When I look into your eyes I hope I see that same hunger. Let’s give them a match to remember, boys. Faces versus heels, SCW versus ICW. Gives me chills just thinking about it. I can’t wait! {I]Apparently, neither could the camera. Without warning, a bright white light flashed from the camera.[/i] ”…God? Is that you?” Adam quickly realized it wasn’t God, but that his camera had finally croaked. He let out a sigh of disappointment. He didn’t even have the chance to get to the most exciting part of the promo- the superstars he did know, Miller and Lawler. ”Ah, well. I guess I’ll save them for later.” After what happened at Breakdown, maybe that was for the best *********************************************************** Last Breakdown… The sight of Chris Lawler brought knots to my stomach. He was taking on way too much damage. Lawler wasn’t the most durable of superstars. At this rate he wasn’t going to last very much longer. I had to give him credit, though. He was holding his own against the former world champion. And not just any world champion- the one he lost to before. ”Come on, Chris,” Adam said under his breath, hoping for a miracle. Though he couldn’t explain why, he just wanted to see Lawler win tonight. What he didn’t see was the cameraman he had booked before for his apology had arrived…and he was filming. Unaware. Adam continued to watch the match…he was too engrossed to notice anything. Even Kassie walking up behind him! She was obviously watching the match as well, having been a friend of Chris’ for so long. Suddenly, Chris got the quick three-count and the match was over. Adam could barely contain his excitement. But, he reminded himself he was a professional and simply smiled and clapped. To his surprise, however, Chris was looking up at the entryway. What was he looking at? It took Adam a second to realize the camera was on him. But that wasn’t fast enough. The TV had already switched to the live feed, which showed a smiling Adam Riddick clapping his hands. Not sure what to do, Adam tried to turn to walk away. And that’s when he finally saw Kassie. And the horrible image that must have befell Chris Lawler’s eyes suddenly flashed before Adam’s. The world would think Kassie and Adam were back together. Lawler would hate him. Zero would hound him. The SCW world would let out a collective groan. He would be hated, ridiculed, and everything he was planning would be for nothing. And all because one cameraman came late. It left Adam with only one thing to say. ”Goddamn it.” |
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| Porno Lad IWC | Feb 21 2010, 06:59 PM Post #6 |
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Porno Lad Rp 1 of 2 Title: Master of Evil Riot is come and gone the current World Champion SCW’s Jason Wheeler was put in his place where he belongs below me. The IWC’s top draw, the top of the card, the ratings messiah yours truly Porno Lad. Now Johnny kingdom you.. you crossed the line. See there’s a line where things are just business and then there’s a line where things get personnel… Attacking me… Attacking other members of society that’s just business that’s part of the game. I can understand that… But what you did on Riot isn’t business.. It was personnel see Johnny all along its been about the business between us. Not my wife not your lack of a life. Its been about what you are what you represent and what I represent the present and the future. I never cared about gunning for any one but you. But you the vengeful bitch that you are targeted my wife. See we could have played this game nice I proposed a truce so that we could take care of this SCW business. But now its past just wanting to be the best in the business. This is me Porno Lad the very best in the world wanting to kick your ass. You crossed the line you think you lost your title so what. I don’t see you attacking the two men the most responsible for this and that’s Savior and His brother Jason Whatever. To disconnect the blood connection is moronic. Not just stupid not just idiotic but moronic. You want to put your championship on me fine then go ahead. Because I admit I enjoyed costing you that title… But BUT had I known that SCW’s Jason Wheeler was the man behind that mask I sure as hell would have taken his head off with an Epic fail. Because if I haven’t said it once I haven’t said it a thousand times I hate SCW. Working for that promotion was hell I proudly asked for my release and thank god I got it. But now I have to carry supposed SCW superstars to a decent match. Johnny you couldn’t even handle calling a truce so we could take care of business so we could dispose of SCW from the iwc…. But no you refused my truce so I had to make a deal with the devil or in this case the inbred retarded cousin. I got Winchester and Davis to come out on riot and attack you. See I knew you would do something stupid… To prove that you don’t care about IWC all you care about is your title. Well the title is far from your reach now SCW has your title. Before I felt guilt about it because I had a part of that ambush with Savior… But now im happy your not champion because I see now you don’t care about IWC all you care about is your self. IWC means nothing to you. All that matters to you is that title and that doesn’t make you the team leader that makes you the team jackass. Unlike you I do care about this company unlike you I live for this company. You live for that title… that’s all you live you don’t even have a life outside the title that’s what makes you so pathetic Johnny. Yes you are one of the best wrestlers in the world but other then that you’re an empty glass. You away all that has to do with there business and there is nothing. You take away the title belts, comedic jabs at opponents, the parody’s and you got nothing. See despite the legacy you have as the man who has won the IWC title more then any one else you are also the man who lost the title more then any one else. You may be the greatest IWC Champion in history but under that you are nothing else. That was until you attacked my wife that is until you went on a one man quest for revenge. Revenge against me for my small part in your loss of the iwc title. You know what Johnny take it from me you’ve lost it. Take it from me your losing the title for the second time within six months was not a fluke. It was proof. Proof that your no longer the unbeatable superman you once were. People have found your kryptonite and are now exploiting it at will. Its no coincidence that the weeks after losing the title you also lose the very next match Johnny you are losing it. Lets face it Johnny in the last six months you’ve received more pin fall loses then you have probably in your whole entire career. And that can not all be blamed on me and the five star society. Sure I dissected you for the world to see showed your weakness’s to all. But no its not all my fault its yours Johnny yours for becoming irrelevant to today’s IWC. You’ve become nervous now about your position in the company being taken from you. And I’ll be honest Johnny it is on the verge of being taken from you. But not just by me but by both of the men you lost the title to as well. You got Jason Zero who has been lying in wait since last paranoia waiting hoping for a way to get what his brother Christian was able to get but he couldn’t what drove him mad with jealousy. He finally got a chance when he got that opportunity any match any time in the year so he took it soon as he could. He took your title. And Your partner Simon your new best friend Simon cagero is standing on a ledge trying to decide we he drop off the map on another 18 month hiatus… or will he strike again. He loves the attention loves taking up as much air time as possible causing every one who’s watching riot with a fast forward button to hit it as soon as possible. He wants your spot he is starving for your spot at the top of the mountain Johnny you fought him at paranoia once… And now you think you can just trust him. You think this alliance between you two ego maniacs is going to work out you’ll vanquish me and you’ll be able to equire your spot at the top of the IWC. Well I have a newsflash for you Johnny that’s not going to happen. Because I’m not even the one trying to take your place it is those two other names I mentioned previously it is your two new best friends SCW’s midboss Jason Zero and Simon Cagero. See they want the spot as the top good guy they want the cheers they want the applause. I on the other hand want not your spot at the top but the spot that once belonged to Hurse IWC’s greatest Villain. Despite the shell of a man he is now doing the bidding of the co leader of the Society Robin Brooks. The hero is limiting being the hero you can’t cross the line… which is funny because on Riot you did cross that line. It’s not like Kitty’s defenseless but still you didn’t make a heroic move by attacking her. You didn’t do a Johnny Kingdom thing by attacking my wife you did a villain thing. Which with Simon you seemed to excel at that on Riot. Did you guys go in a jerk circle after beating the shit out of Katelyn cum all over yourselves and you were like shit I got to kick some more chick ass. See attacking a woman that isn’t a message that screams I’m in control. No it screams I’ve lost control it screams I feel weak… pathetic so I am going to attack some one weaker then myself. To make myself feel like a better person. Yea well guess what you not only made yourself and your little group look like a bunch of wussies by attacking women. Which where I come from is in no way an honorable thing or something to brag about. I mean maybe I’m just a freak here thinking beating on women is the coolest. Maybe I am missing some new trend or something that now it’s the best to beat on chicks. This isn’t wrestling this is who can beat up a woman more brutally that must be it maybe I should go down main street new York in a golf cart clubbing each woman I see with a nine iron maybe then I would command the level of respect that Simon Cagero and Johnny kingdom command. Maybe we should go on a field trip to a retirement home and beat down the elderly to give us further Credibility to make us better athletes like Simon Cagero and Johnny kingdom. I wish I was even half the men those two are we probably should have put Lenne Perez and Katie Steward on our team so Simon and kingdom could have they’re preference on the type of people they beat on. Or maybe Betty White would be better and that lady from two and a half men. Clearly you two are too good to fight actual men. I mean you’ve transcended fighting men now it’s all about beating on the ladies right. Maybe if you’re lucky Syren will give one of you two a shot at the scw women’s title. Or maybe. MAYBE you two can face her two on one so you can look real tough. I know you guys like that little advantage against a woman. Maybe we can throw in Simon Cagero’s Idiot man child friend Too Moronic or as Katelyn calls him and how he proved on Riot! Too Pathetic. You four think you did anything but inspire me to kick your asses more then I planned on already. I don’t get psyched out I get more psyched I can feel it in my leg its shaking in anticipation to give you each a taste of what an Epic Fail is. Johnny I wish this was one on one but your lucky Johnny your lucky you can tag out because that is the only thing that is going to save your life. You’re going to get yet another loss at 2 for 1 special I guarantee it. Every one in that shit promotion SCW is going to see Johnny Kingdom get a size 12 in the face and then pinned 1....2…3. Johnny you didn’t do anything but guarantee your own defeat when you laid a hand on that beautiful women. You made the one mistake that is going to seal your defeat. You made me mad but I don’t get sloppy when I get mad I stop being sloppy and start being Awesome. See you just handed the SCW a winning lottery ticket. This Lottery ticket is a ticket to see the greatest wrestling performance of not just a life time but all time. Fuck that cluster fuck main event fuck Starr he doesn’t have as much talent as I have in my pinky. Fuck Zero he’s nothing but SCW left overs that some one forgot to throw in the garbage. Let’s not forget that Adams and I beat him and Kingdumb on Riot. That isn’t the main event I am the main event. I am the one that ends the show and brings in all the ratings. And the other people on Kingdom’s side… what the fuck is up with that motley crew its like kingdom found all the character development he was missing in David Miller. Miller your Japanese style doesn’t scare me at all. I have done tours of Japan. And I am better then Kobashi, Better then Liger, Better then Chono, Better then Inoki, Better then the great baba and most of All I am better then you. And you will get your once chance to see that Miller. You will see why I am the hottest young prospect in not just the IWC but in any company. You will see that I have achieved things in IWC in one year you haven’t been able to do the equivalent in three years. Your Backdrop driver doesn’t scare me Miller. I don’t scare ever. You know why because I am wrestling ELITE. I don’t get scared I don’t intimidate. This is the all star game… And your looking across the ring at Michael Jordan, At Wayne Gretzsky, At Babe Ruth I am the best there is today. You want to be in there with the best then step right up. Just get in that ring and stand there face to face with me. And you will see that Epic Fail vs Back drop driver it isn’t even a contest. You will see when your in the ring you are outclassed. That you are facing some one that has ascended past that elite level. I am beyond greatness, beyond phenomenal, beyond perfection and you David Miller are simply adequate. While you are a good talent you are not on my plane of existence. You will watch awe as the crowd whether they love me or hate me they will not be able to resist but find themselves on they’re feet. So Miller bring your best that’s exactly what I want your best give it all to me. And you still find your self an Epic…Fail. Then We have Rupp…. The man who is best known for a fluke victory over Nathan Kaye. We met once during my atrocious run in SCW and Rupp that was when I didn’t care. Rupp now I do care now it does matter because Your teamed with the man I hate most so talk about receiving the pile of shit when it comes to luck. Now you face Porno Lad at 100% as opposed to 25% that you faced months ago. Your going to see that the beating I gave you last time was nothing compared to what I do to you this time. See Rupp you were facing a Porno Lad that didn’t give a shit. A Porno Lad that was just on auto pilot to receive a paycheck now this means something I can stick it to my former employer and take out my main arch nemesis Johnny Kingdom. You Rupp are nothing to me part of a past I rather let be left forgotten beating you wont mean much… so my suggestion for you is run. Your way out of your league you don’t have a chance. Your best possible performance ends with you taking the pin fall for the team protecting the bigger “stars”, you are lucky to be tossed into a match of this caliber so just enjoy the ride for what it is. Or you can take my suggestion and run ask for a replace two others have been replaced already one on both team. If you decided to walk away no one would blame you I am sure that you’d be replaced within twenty four hours anyways SCW does have enough drift wood lying around. Of course we have Simon mister can’t wrestle for two months but sure as hell can cloud riot with a slew of inane commercials. Whether it be shit about the Greek gods or what ever the hell was that ratings deterrent on Riot. To my SCW Teammates that isn’t familiar with the cancer that is Simon. He plagues IWC when ever his own stench overwhelms the hole he lives in. By plagues I mean overwhelms the viewers with boring segments that make you want to punch your cat in the face. Simon isn’t as intimidating as he is like a spider that’s crawling up your ceiling you want to squash the bastard but you can’t reach it. He’s just a pest and if he shows up I know for a fact that my team will take care of him. Simon thinks he impresses me setting an ambush on Katelyn of all people. You’re a fucking guy a former world champion and you think that impresses why don’t you go after some one that matters like my self or savior. You didn’t do shit Simon and yours and Johnny’s women beating tactics don’t make you look like the world class competitors you are. Which despite my disrespect for your actions recently that is what you are but you’ve lost lost touch with the business your both trying to summon your 90’s era bad ass anti hero and you know what that was over ten years ago when that was entertaining. Get in a time machine if you want to get over with that shit. This is 2010 a lot has changed in a decade namely I went through puberty lost my virginity and became the most awesome person alive. Then we got last but most defiantly least Chris Lawler the man who tried to beat Jay Gold’s 100 scw wins with 100 scw loses. Lawler you’re an alternate you don’t belong in this match you don’t belong on this show. Your nothing you have now made Rupp no longer the weak link of the all mighty Team kingdom sucks simon. I bet all you guys were cheering but then you realized lawler was on your team and not our team. At least we get a Riddick readout of the deal on our end. See the man you replaced actually made it interesting to me Shawn Winters it would have been the first time I had ever stepped in the ring against Shawn. The former Greaternity members face to face but Winters got wise he realized that I was the heart and soul of that faction. He realized that I was everything that made the greaternity good while he…Ace, Adam and Chekov… They just made it… ernity… what ever an ernity is that’s what they brought to the table. You Chris lawler are a joke and if you really think you stand a chance against me the best in the world when you couldn’t make it on the top one hundred on your best day. But Mr. Alternate Mr. substitute you can come to the 2 for 1 special and you can step in line just like the rest of your team mates and be yet another victim of the Epic fail. I see my team and I see the addition of Riddick a double edge sword… One way he could be like Christian a half decent mammal that I don’t feel like beating to death with a sock full of Mexican peso’s. But his brother Jason I have that sock lock and loaded and ready to pound into his mid boss skull. Now if Riddick wants to join his brother on my list f people that need to be beat with the sock full of Mexican Peso’s be my guest. Mind you then your just going to get beat and beat and then beat some more. But that’s not the man that this little space is about the space of this promo is all about Chris Lawler…Who is about as useful a partner as the guys who book this saying to his team… oh we’re just gonna give you no one…. But instead they’re like we’ll just give you lawler either way you get the same sighs of disappointment. Man it must suck living life in the low midcarder zone. I mean I know in this business you have to pay your dues but how long exactly have you been paying your dues for? Your entire career? Don’t worry Lawler this isn’t going to be anything different then what you’ve experienced in the rest of you career your going to end up beat starring up at those lights as always. Now not to back track lets remember one thing with kingdoms actions on the last riot. I Porno Lad am suppose to be the heel in this. I am the villain in this story and Kingdom and Simon have decided to go the route of the bad ass Anti hero so what does that mean for your lovable messiah of entertainment. I got to do some thing worse…. So heres a list of things I thought I could do to out heel Kingdom and Simon Cagero…. Lets face the facts here I am the be all and end all when it comes to Evil in the IWC.I am the evil mastermind behind the grand scheme’s within this promotion. I am the shadowy figure sitting in that chair ominously as bond is lowered into a pit of sharks. I am the duke of darkness the master of evil plans and death traps I rock this evil shit more then any one ever has before me. No one has screwed with the heads of the supposed “heroes’ of the IWC. See I decided that there wouldn’t be a greyed line between good and evil in IWC. It would be an obvious neon green light shinning in the night like a burning star. I am out to take what means the most to these supposed moral icons. I am the darkness that within the light that slowly consumes it. For you idiots in SCW watching this and think of me as that greaternity member. I am far more then that now I am IWC’s Seth lord. See unlike in every promotion on the planet people will know that I am the villain. They wont think who is the heel and who is the anti hero. NO I am the villain. And I have put IWC’s elite good guys to they’re limit. And at The 2 for 1 special I am going to take out 5 of SCW’s elite heroes. But with such a thin line between good and evil nowadays not just in the IWC but in the SCW as well I obviously had to do something drastic to show that I was the alpha male when it comes to villainy. I wont allow a moron like Johnny Kingdom steal my thunder I wont let him just annihilate my plans or make me into the hero in this. I’m the bad guy there’s no way I’m giving up the spot as the bag guy the bad guys get to do all the fun shit. If I wasn’t the awesome Arch Villain I am then I wouldn’t do what I did today to further prove that I am the villain in this whole thing with Stone Cold Johnny Kingdom (sorry I had to go for that one) He attacks my wife and yes I want revenge yes I want to beat him in more ways then I can imagine but I also see what hes trying to do Johnny is trying to take me out of my element but you know what I’m the heel here not Johnny. Not Simon he would never be able to handle the actual work that it involves. See Simon would do good for a couple weeks then disappear for two years. But for me Being the villain being the bad guy… And I love it. The more you despise me the better it is for me. Those idiots whether they be the cool aid drinkers of SCW or the moronic leaches of IWC they hate my guts. But you know what the thing is they hate me because I want them to hate me. And because these fans are so utterly mindless and do what ever you tell them they do. So I walked into this office the room smelled pleasant like a flowery meadow or something like that I walked up to the receptionists desk and smirked confidently Porno lad; Alright I’m here when do I get to kill a baby. Oh yea I went there I went to an abortion clinic. See what I figured was you cant go much lower then beating women but then I thought Babys! kill babies and your far more evil then any one who beats on 90 pound women. So here I am… rock you like a hurricane. Receptionist; Excuse me. Porno Lad; I’m here to volunteer bring on the knocked up bitches give me a coat hanger and its on it doesn’t even need to be rusty…but rusty would be preferably. The Receptionist looks shocked likely because she hasn’t seen such an awesome celebrity ever. She sputters on her words she is probably really horny after seeing me. Receptionist: You’re here to what? Porno Lad: Volunteer I’ve come to this abortion clinic to kill some babies so lets do it babe lets get down with the baby killing. Receptionist; You must be joking. Porno lad; I am a vile detestable villain i am here to kill babies and I take the killing of babies very seriously so as I said bring on the babies I am ready to kill me some gerber kids. Receptionist: You have the wrong idea sir we don’t kill babies here. We help women. Porno lad: You don’t need to be coy with me sure you help women you help em by killing unwanted little bastards. Receptionist: We think of it more of helping women who are not ready to be mothers. Porno Lad: Yea because they still want to have random wild acts of sex with awesome guys like me HIGH FIVE! I hold up my hand for a high five and the woman at the desk responds by simply glaring at me. Porno Lad; Come on my wife was attacked by some bald idiot last week and you know what I am not suppose to be the good guy my desire for revenge shouldn’t be justified it should be irrational and confusing not like ‘Hey kingdom beat on his wife put her in a move made famous by a guy who murdered his whole family. OH YEA I WENT THERE! And wouldn’t release it till the other members of the five star society and myself made it to the ring to make the save. And members I don’t really mean BFG and them there more like the 1 star society of jobbers and such. There lackies run in fodder you know what I mean. Receptionist: Not in the slightest. The receptionist says rolling her eyes chewing on her bubble gum. Porno Lad: Well anyways Kingdom went and attack Kitty my wife and he puts me in a position where I have to react and the obvious reaction is beating the living shit out of him. But I cant do that in a way the moronic fans would actually cheer for I am the villain after all. No I got to do it in the way the audience reacts in a negative way. See I excel as a villain I am the best bad guy EVER. As a good guy im awesome… but not quite as awesome. I am going into Paranoia the most important wrestling event of the year as the bad guy not some panty waist good guy. No I am going to be the villain the one that every one thinks should pay for all the evil deeds they have done. And me who’s more evil then me. The Betrayal of Johnny Kingdom I orchestrated, the loss of Kingdoms precious world title, I killed Orlando Cruze a couple weeks ago , I built that death ray that killed the entire population of Arkansas, or that one time I killed that guy that cured cancer. Yea I am that evil I rock the evil more then any one has ever rocked the evil. Receptionist: You are a very strange little man. Porno Lad; You wouldn’t be saying that if you had seen my penis Its HUGE. Receptionist: I did six months ago. Porno Lad; What…But the little comment no one calls me little after they see my penis. Its like calling… I don’t know what me small when you’ve seen my penis. Its absolutely ridiculous. Receptionist: I am not calling you small because of that. I am calling you small because of everything else. Porno Lad: Hey my feet are pretty big to. Receptionist: You’re an ass you know that. Porno Lad; Are you the girl I convinced I was twins and that my twin brother had died? Receptionist; What? No. Porno Lad: I know this… I know it… it must have been one of the really bad ones. Or actually one of the really awesome ones. Receptionist: If I get the doctor will you leave me alone? Porno lad; its possible I have been looking forward to killing a baby. Receptionist: Your disgusting, Porno lad: and yet you’ve seen my penis… how strange. I must have done something very horrible to you… Oh were you the one that i told I was an asternaught and the next day I was going to stop an asteroid from crashing into new york. Receptionist: That actually worked for you? Porno lad: Every thing works for me… I’m awesome. Receptionist; You really are full of yourself. Porno lad; Actually from what your saying you were the one filled by me. Receptionist; You’re a jerk. Porno lad: Your very bitter so I’m thinking I must have done something horrible something awful something that scared you forever. So tell me did I traumatize you so bad that you’re a lesbian now that would be awesome. Receptionist: I’m not a lesbian. Porno Lad; Are you sure about that? I could see now how likely it is that once you had been with me no other man could ever measure up. Receptionist: Don’t you wish. Porno Lad; its happened before wouldn’t be surprised if it happened again. You see being so good a girl goes gay that’s like an athlete having his jersey retired I’ve had my number retired in this case four times to my knowledge. Receptionist: You are an ego maniac. Porno Lad: really am I or am I just proud of myself for being so awesome not only am I the best wrestler on the planet don’t let that shitty so called “main event” fool you I am the best wrestler in either the IWC or SCW. I am the best in the world and the reason I am not in that lame ass four way match is because I didn’t want to be in it. And now look at this pathetic excuse for a match it’s a four way between four SCW guys. Yes SCW guys Starr the SCW champion. Cherry SCW’s greatest inside joke, and then we have Jason Wheeler/Zero slash what ever the fuck he wants to be called next week. He says he bleeds both iwc and scw… THAT IS THE STUPIDIEST THING I have ever heard. I bleed I live I die for one company for three letters and those three letters are IWC. See wheeler… That colossal douche bag thinks any one will believe that crock of shit that he is loyal to iwc and scw. That’s just bull Jason Zero only cares about making his resume look better. Fine then you won the title Now get the fuck out of iwc we don’t want you no one in IWC respects the name Jason wheeler or Jason Zero- Receptionist; Who are you talking to. Porno Lad: It’s a wrestler thing we randomly start talking to people not actually here part of the art of the promo. Anyways As I was saying Wheeler no one respects him no one considers him having the belt a good thing for the promotion. Its forgettable I forget who is the champion every day and I have to go on the IWC website and check it and each time I am like “Ah shit… I thought it was a bad dream.” I thought maybe the world title hadn’t been dragged down by the black hole of entertainment that is Jason Zero to be as prestigious as the WXW title… you know the woman’s wrestling/porn company… yea because of wheeler our world title has… wait that title is awesome so its defiantly not as good as that title any title that was decided in an over the top rope topless match is damn prestigious to me. This shit this shit that is being done to the title I love I live for… Pisses me off. That title that I have cherished from afar that I’ve yearned for. For years being held but such a moronic sack of dog shit like Wheeler pisses me off it pisses me off more then anything in the world. This title… this title that idiot holds… its more then he realizes Kingdom he respected it for its prestige despite. The sickening thing is I wake each day knowing for a FACT I am better then him in every single aspect of this sport. That he will disgrace that title until maybe I am forced to take it from him at Paranoia… Or it could be the third man in that match it could be my fellow five star Society member SCW’s Christian Savior… YES SCW’s Christian Savior. He may be my ally but I’m not an idiot and soon as his siblings come into play it makes me trust him even less then I would normally. If Christian’s on the same page as me and his brother adam is as well everything should go just as planned and that is Adam taking orders from me like the good lackey he is. But I want to make this clear I don’t Trust Riddick and he has to earn that trust. Savior hasn’t even earned my trust yet. If Riddick is aligned with SCW’s Jason Zero he will pay he will pay in blood. If hes not we should all get along hunky dory. Receptionist: Who says hunky dory? Porno Lad; Everyone its an awesome saying. Receptionist; Yea what ever you say. The doctor will see you now The receptionist says rolling her eyes. Porno Lad: woot! Time to go kill some babies. Receptionist; I hope I don’t get fired for letting him in there but hes so annoying The receptionist says under her breathe. Porno lad; I’m sorry that you want me but I am a married man trust me if I wasn’t married id be pounding the crap out of you right now. Receptionist; Like I’d want to. Porno Lad; Why else would you be pissed off you want me to bone you but you noticed the wedding ring on my finger and your pissed off now because you know I wont bone you because I’m married to some one hotter then you. You’re a 7 and shes a 10 sorry your down in the score and I’m not going to love out on my ten for 7. its simple math really… Suddenly bursting into the room comes some one no wanted to see. Yes… The rapping Math loving moron known as the mathematician the worst gimmick in wrestling history… or atleast in the top ten. The mathematician: DID SOME ONE SAY MATH!!! Porno Lad: no I said map… simple map yea that’s it. Mathematician; No you said math. Porno Lad: No I didn’t say math. Receptionist: He said math.. I glare at the receptionist and she smirks at me. Mathematician: you don’t have to be glum chum math is cool! Porno Lad: No… its defiantly not cool. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go kill some babies. Mathematician; MATHHH! The mathematician screams at me point at me. Porno lad; please go away… your not welcome in this promo you see this promo is good everything your involved in is bad and lame. Everything I’m involved in is great and awesome. Now we’re going to have to make a balance quick receptionist take your top off! Receptionist; I don’t think so… Porno Lad: Well you are no help what so ever. I am evil but I am no way going to torture my audience with the horrid presence of the Mathematician. So I am going to give the audience what they want and that’s to see me kill some baby’s. Mathematician; Killing babies ain’t cool math is where its at. Porno Lad: ….Your an idiot…Now tell me where the doctor is at. Receptionist: That way… But you have to bring your friend. Porno Lad; he’s attached to me so that wont be a problem Receptionist; I’m not talking about your penis. Porno Lad; You don’t mean…god…no…not him. Receptionist: If you want to speak with the doctor then you have to bring him along/ Porno Lad; Why? Receptionist: Because I think it will be assuming. Mathematician: Did you know that everything can be connected to math. Porno lad; No he’s not coming killing babies is serious business you’re the one that works at an abortion clinic you should know that. The time honored tradition of an abortion should not be insulted by having this guy here. This math obsessed loser this is a traumatic moment in a woman’s life. They don’t need some one like him there in what will go down as a moment that brings on self loathing and disappointing moment of her life. Receptionist: And having you there talking about how you want to kill this woman’s unborn child to prove your evil that is going to help her through this ordeal? Porno lad; Yes because clearly you are forgetting one essential fact I am awesome. And my awesomeness will wipe away any depression or sadness that girl may have. Sure it would be far better if I would have sex with her but I’m a loyal guy now. The girl would have to be like a 20 for me to break my kit kat bars heart so none of that for me. Now I’ll be leaving… Mathematician: Lets rock this equation MATH STYLE! Porno Lad: You know one of those random acts of violence that would happen to the coyote on looney toons like a random anvil randomly falls over his head. I would absolutely LOVE an anvil to just drop out of no where and nail you… like totally oblate your skull I wouldn’t even mind the mess like blood going all over me. Chunks of skull in my head blood all over this awesome ramones shirt. That would be worth it just so another one of my promo’s would feature …you. Mathematician; It seems you have quite the problem going on here. This reminds me of a math equa- EPIC FAIL my foot nailed the mathematician right in the face I did hesitate for a second I couldn’t there was no way I could allow this scourge to continue to wreak havoc on a perfectly awesome promo. Porno lad; I’ll be going to see the doctor now. I enter the Doctors office no ones in there so I guess she’s examining some knocked up young thing who realized that a rug rat would ruin her sexual awakening. The doctor enters the room she is one hot thing in her late twenties or thirties. She wears the typical doctors jacket and man would I hit that if it wasn’t for the whole married thing and normally that wouldn’t be a problem if she was the one who was married. But me I’m loyal me I respect the institution of marriage. Doctor: Hello Porno Lad was it… Porno Lad; Was it damn right I’m Porno Lad recognize I am the best damn wrestler in the IWC and in the SCW. I am better then they’re entire roster 9 times over. Doctor: Alright… Porno Lad; So anyways the reason I’m here is to prove to Johnny Kingdom and Simon Cagero that those two morons could be the top villains in the IWC when every body knows that I’m Doctor Doom… That I’m the joker I am the bad guy that every body thinks of when they think of IWC. And to prove that I came here to kill a baby preferably a very cute one so the point of my villainy comes to a head that every one will be like… Damn he is an evil scum bag. And to do that I can’t be topped by these two cock knockers who beat up women to get over. I don’t need to beat up chicks to make these people react to me I can kill a baby and I’ll be twice as over. Doctor: Your disgusting and the only reason we allowed you on the premise was the donation you made. Porno Lad: A donation that should be rewarded by you allowing me to kill a baby. This is clearly what I need to do to set the example for my team of villains. I am the team captain the leader. And leaders need to set examples and the example I need to set for this team scoundrels and do no gooders is to be the best villain I can be. See I know for a fact the line between hero and villain is pretty much transparent in SCW so I need to set an example an example of villainy. I’ll do these morose mother fuckers a favor by showing them how to entertain showing them how to be evil. Who’s going to do it who’s going to set the standard surely not Justin Davis. I’m going to struggle with just teaching him the concept of winning a match. So here I am being all the villain I can be. Doctor: Abortions aren’t evil it’s a choice for some one that’s not prepared for parenthood. Porno Lad: I’m not here to judge your great evil ways. I just need to use your dark powers of baby slaughter for one day and it will show them all who is the dark one. Doctor: Your being ridiculous no one thinks abortions are evil. Porno Lad:You clearly haven’t been to a pro life rally and I have. I’ve never seen so many jarred fetus’s. Doctor; Why would some one like you go to a pro life rally? Porno lad: To get laid obviously. Doctor: You are insane. Porno lad; You clearly don’t see the logic in that I go to a pro life rally and I agree with each and everything I say and BAM I got a prim and proper piece of Christian ass in bed. Doctor: I may not agree with them but taking advantage of some ones beliefs is just wrong I don’t care what they are. Porno Lad; would you say taking advantage of some ones beliefs is….evil? Doctor: Its disgusting. Porno Lad: But is it Evil? Doctor: Sure why not. Porno Lad; Then I am on my way to prove my supreme villainy. Doctor; Not to disappoint you but there is no way I am going to let you operate on one of my patients. Porno lad; Come on just let me in there I’ll stick my arms up the girls Vag take a hold of the umbilical and choke that baby out. Doctor: I have never heard something so disgusting in my life. Porno Lad; I am on a roll. Doctor: Can you leave we appreciate the donation but if I allowed your continued presence here it would be a black eye on this establishment so I will ask you now to leave now. Porno lad: if it wouldn’t be too much trouble I would prefer to be dragged out kicking and screaming by security. The Doctor Rolls her eyes. Doctor: fine. Security. She says pressing a button on the intercom before her I wait patiently for the security arrive they open the door and look to the doctor. Two large rent a cops in cheap uniforms not really intimidating to some one as awesome as myself. Doctor; Take him away please. Porno Lad: Thank you. Security: Right away mame. Soon as each of the two Security guard grabs a hold my arms I snap into a violent fit of rage. Porno Lad: YOU BASTARDS! YOU BABY KILLING BASTARDS! YOU CAN’T KICK ME OUT I’M TOO AWESOME TO BE KICKED OUT YOUR JUST AFRAID OF THE TRUTH YOU HEARTLESS BABY KILLER! Outside of the abortion clinic I flip open my phone and dial up the number for back up. Porno Lad; Jackson Ethan here I have an Idea its genius we need to prove that we are the villains here so you…. Me we go volunteer at the pound and we kill us some puppies. What’s cuter then a puppy? People love puppies so if we go to the pound and kill some puppies who’s going to be more evil then us? BOOYEA! And this will prove to Kingdom who are the villains here not him and his women beating ways. Who do these guys think they are acting all heelish attacking women. I’m the heel here we’re the heels here not them. Well your actually a bit of a neutral but we can change that up easy enough. So Jackson meet me at the pound and we’ll show these cock slobbering turkeys. Be there or be square later. I hang up the phone knowing that this plan would work perfectly. -FiN- BONUS SCENE –cough –filler –cough- Scene- Porno lad is sitting infront of a warm fire on a dark red recliner he wears a dark blue robe and a matching fez hat. Porno Lad; I know you thought the promo was over but its not turns out we have more time and instead of just wasting it I am going to answer some fan mail. Porno lad claps his hand and Robot rolls into the room in the robots hand a silver plate and on it a half a dozen envelopes or so. Robot: Here you are sirrrr. Porno Lad takes an envelope from the silver plate the robot is holding and opens it. Porno Lad; Lets see… Porno lad opens the envelope. Porno Lad; Kevin from Wisconsin writes Dear Porno Lad what is your idle breakfast. Porno Lad: Very good question Kevin I would say that my idle breakfast would be a whole grain bagel lightly toasted with a smooth layer of strawberry cream cheese Philadelphia cream cheese of course none of that no name Canadian shit. I like to top that off with a tall glass of extra pulp orange juice. OH yea and then a big heaping dose of your moms pussy BURN! Porno lad laughs and then picks up another letter and opens it. Porno Lad; The next letter comes from Tiffany from Toronto Ontario Canada… Canada… I hate Canada… But since you’re a chick there’s a small chance you may be hot so I wont hold it against you. At least not yet… Anyways Tiffany writes Dear Porno Lad my boyfriend seems distant I know I’m hot so why could this be? Well Tiffany I have several theories concerning this. A) Your boyfriend is gay and the whole time he’s doing you he’s thinking about Ryan seacrest. You need to start giving more blow jobs if your guys unsatisfied take a few shots in the month and he’ll be totally into it again. I know for me it always turns my crank when I shot a load down a chicks gullet. That…that is awesome so take a few loads that should help you out. C)He’s having sex with another chick on the side that’s hotter then you… D) He’s tired of watching hockey, eating bacon and doing all those lame Canadian things you do. Do things that aren’t Canadian like anal. Porno lad tosses the letter aside and then picks up another. Porno Lad; The next one comes from Clark from Orange County OC REPERSENT! Dear Porno Lad what was the most awesome lay you ever had. I know this is going to sound lame I mean I cant believe what I’m going to say either but my wife. Kitty Buehler. Man she is so fucking hot and the hotness that cant be enough to best lay man she rides it like.. god you wont imagine how she rides it just last night we- Kitty: What the hell are you doing. Porno Lad: Answering fan mail what else would I be doing see I got my answering fan mail that’s all. Kitty; Your talking about our sex life again on camera aren’t you. Porno Lad: Clark from orange county asked what was the best lay I ever had I said you that’s all. Kitty: no you were going into detail people don’t need to know what we do in bed. Porno Lad; Well if it makes them jealous it should be ok. Kitty: No its not ok why would you think its ok. Porno lad: I told you because it makes people jealous and the sex we have is awesome so why not tell the world. Come on Kitty tell the world how much you like it when I nibble your inner thigh how wild it drives you. Kitty starts to blush a deep red. Kitty: Stop it Ethan! Stop it! Cant you see this bothers me!? Porno Lad: why would it we’re both awesome and we have awesome sex. People are always jealous of those who are more awesome then them. And making people jealous…that’s awesome. Kitty; its crude ethan to talk about sex so openly… Porno Lad: Fine kitty I wont talk about our Sex life any more. Kitty: Thank you Ethan. Kitty smiles and walks off the set. Porno Lad; Alright since I can’t talk about sex with kitty I’ll talk about my number 2… Her sister Katelyn. Katelyn is actually ranked number one for blow jobs the chick sucks it like a champ. Actually I think if there was a belt for blow jobs she would be the reigning world champion. So yes that does make me truly beyond awesome for laying two hot chicks who were both incredible in the sack… I do in fact totally rule. See in Katelyn I had the chick that was experimentmental she’d do just about anything and her sister my wife… well she’d…she was reeaaaal good at what she did. She the great thing about Katelyn is I could wake up and suggest we have sex on a public bus and she’d be like YEA that sounds fun. Kitty not so much but what she’s willing to do man… But as I promised kitty I will not talk about our sex life so back to Katelyn… her fraternal twin sister. Man she was flexible… in both body and mind…which is awesome. But still I think I got to go with the missus. Porno lad: I think we have time for one more letter maybe it will be something relevant something that will really add to the 2 for 1 match in less then a week… Something that will change the entire out look of the match something. lets see what we got. Porno lad takes another envelope from his robot butler. Porno lad: Here we go from Chester from New jersey… Dear porno lad what is your favorite color? The answer to your question chester….Blue…well that’s all folks. -end of bonus scene- . |
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**Note- Postign this for IWC's Jackson Adams it was posted on teh IWC's forums @ Posted: Feb 22 2010, 11:47 PM Enjoy!** *OOC Sorry it seems Short and rushed, been busy getting things aranged with my family in ohio as I am about to go visit them here in a few days. My Next one will make up for it, I Apologize to both my team and my opponents.* ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Finally it has came to pass, after four long years waiting, winning and losing alike. For so long it took the student to finally come face to face with his mentor. The one person he respected, the one person he actually looked up too in the business, the one person who sold out to politics and entertainment. this last RIOT we seen Jackson Adams pin Johnny Kingdom cleanly in the middle of the ring. However it came as no easy feat what so ever, Adams was taken beyond his limits, but was driven to complete his goal, he was driven not to be humiliated by the man who claims to be better than everyone within the halls of the IWC, driven to prove in fact he wasn't the student any longer. Now we head off into yet another Independent Wrestling Cartel pay-per-view, However there is a road block within this card, the rival federation of SCW has inserted its filth upon the airwaves of the IWC, thus injecting six of their own into what was seemingly going to be a brutal and epic match up. As we head into the 2 for 1 Special where the best of each federation are about to do battle, even though the main event is for the SCW and IWC World Titles we all know the ten man tag is why people are going to order this historic event, to once again see the man that can truly claim an honest victory over Johnny Kingdom do so again, to watch the greatness that is IWC. As the scene fades in we see Jackson Adams in the Hammerstein Ballroom not a soul in sight, upon his shoulder rests the IWC Submissions Title. A grin formed from ear to ear, he shakes his head to and fro slightly with delight. "Finally this past Riot marked the milestone of my career, Jackson Adams defeated The Team Leader, Former ULW/IWC World Champion, and his Mentor one....two.....three right in the middle of the ring in the Manhattan Center. No one could believe it really, Hell it even took it a moment to sink in for myself when it happened, I couldn't believe it I done something no one and I mean NO ONE has been able to do within the last year and that is beat him fair and square in the middle of a wrestling ring. Johnny I'm not going to run my mouth about beating you on Riot all night, because there frankly isn't a reason too. The Wrestler won the wrestling match plain and simple, I done something no one has been able to do in the past year and beat you fairly, There was no smoke and mirrors, there wasn't any cluster fuck stipulations, I pinned you Kingdom in the Middle of the ring fairly... Admit it.... ADMIT IT YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! Sure Ethan and them was all outside beating on Zero but really.... who the hell cares about that guy he is just another float over from that shithole they call SCW, he couldn't hack it there so he had to come here, face hidden under a mask to ashamed that if he showed his true face he would be laughed at." Jackson leans against the ropes looking up the ramp. "However Wheeler, Zero, Mega Man, Master Miyagi whatever the fuck you want to call yourself. You were only Prolonging the process, because now not only do the superstars of SCW think you're a joke and laugh in your face, Now IWC does the same thing. But Zero is a case for later what matters at the Time being is the epic ten man tag team match coming up in this whole SCW/IWC debacle, Where it pits the two best up and comers myself and Porno Lad along with three up starts from SCW against a team made of over rated and over stayed veterans from each company." Jackson pushes off the ropes and begins to walk around the ring, as he paces he rubs the stubble upon his face. " You see if this was a normal IWC Event we would be in the Staples Center in Los Angeles, or even Madison Square Garden's in New York but since SCW has poked their nose into our greatness, We are forced to accommodate for their comfort level and settle here in the Hammerstein Ballroom. That however is fine with me however, No matter the size of the audience, No matter the location, whether it be a sold out arena, or a jam packed bingo hall like this one is going to be once they word IWC is in town. The people pay to see wrestling, and while I am in this ring it is exactly what these people will be getting. On one side we have a bunch of washed up old veterans and people who don't deserve shit fresh and steamy straight from the horses ass, and on the other side we have the younger upstarts the newer generation of their respectful companies, I mean the SCW guys they are the next generation of High School Gymnasium Performers, but they are still the next generation of something aren't they?" Jackson chuckles. "However with all jokes aside, this match isn't about either team this match is about giving the people what they pay to see and trust me the IWC fans don't consist of your average high school all-star quarter back looking for a place to neck with his girlfriend, the IWC fans are about wrestling, Dignity, and honesty. SCW on the other hand not so much, most of the people who end up buying tickets to their shows end up banging their girl friends under the bleachers for entertainment value. We respect our fans, well at least some of do, some of us are sick and tired of the propaganda, the backstage politics, and the "Entertainers" ruining the name of this sport we helped create, the sport we love, and the sport we but our lives, bodies, and blood on the line for. Jackson now gets a more serious look upon his face. "You see unlike the two Stooges Dan Douglas let into the main event yes, yes I am talking about Savior and Wheeler, I represent one company and I do so proudly, What is stopping either of these two from flaunting our precious World Title within the halls of that wretched waste land known as SCW! A company that thrives on entertainment and entertainment alone." Jackson shakes his head in disgust. "Yet they fail at that so badly as well, I mean look at who represents SCW as their World Champion, Jake Starr. I tried watching one of his promotional videos and the man is even more boring than the likes Of Jason Wheeler and Christian Savior..... I thought that was absurdly impossible. I swear after listening to his monotone voice for about two or three minutes I fell vast asleep into a coma induced by boredom. Jackson grins from ear to ear once more. "So this is my little insight upon this match thus far, keeping it short and sweet. the next time you hear from me however Not one person on the line up for this match will be safe.... you can mark my words." With that the camera fades to black. |
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Porno Lad Rp 2 of 2 Title: Closure. Porno Lads blog Feb 26 2010 The times ticking SCW… You think I have any more respect for you now then I did when I rocked there. Hah I hated the company then and had to mask it in lies and false respect but now I am IWC exclusive this is the last time SCW gets the privilege of leaching off my talent. I hate SCW I despise it i cant stand the thought that for some stupid reason I thought it would be a good idea to come to SCW. It was a mistake and a waste of time. But you know what I’m not bitter well alright I am bitter but at this little special I get to take out a group of handpicked SCW Elite and prove that they need an elevator to get to my level. I am wrestling greatness I can out wrestle and out entertain any one in any locker room across the world. I am the icon in the making. The uncrowned franchise of the iwc! People tune into riot! Each and every week to see me not to see any one else to see me. And in SCW I was wasting my time in a place I hated. Unlike zero I’m not obsessed with title wins I am obsessed with this business. I am not about getting myself over I am about getting my company over and if I am the best in the world then there is no doubt in any ones mind that iwc is the best company in the world. I can out wrestle each and every one of them. See Jackson Adams and I are fighting the same war but we’re using different weapons if he’s using stealth I am using nuclear war fare. I know what I want this business to be and I am fighting for it. I am fighting for an iwc that is free of the likes of Jason Zero who don’t give a shit about those three letters I cherish more then all else. That is free of the constant backstage politicking of guys like AWOL. Of people who cant take a full schedule show they show up when ever they want and expect that they should automatically be pushed to the top of the card like Simon Cagero. And of Assholes like Johnny Kingdom who cant stand that there spot at the top is about to leave his grasp. And believe me Johnny if you haven’t realized it yet I am taking over I am taking your spot at the top of the IWC mountain and there isn’t one thing you can do to stop it. Jackson Adams he see’s this he used to be Kingdoms protégé but he was held down for to long and realized he was not being given the opportunities he deserved. We have now aligned Jackson Adams and I more then Mega Powers, More then an Empire, more then any alliance in this companies history because Jackson and I we are Bros. We will fight together to bring the new golden age to the iwc it doesn’t matter who stands in our way. I nearly killed Orlando Cruze for having the nerve to think that his tired beaten down old body still had what it takes to compete on the level I do. He’s eating through a straw now because of me. He is on life support because of me the Icon has fallen long live the NEW ICON. See first it was hurse… Then it was Cruze and now at the 2 for 1 special its going to be two for the price of one as I will beat BOTH Simon Cagero and Johnny kingdom. Proving that I am the best wrestler in the IWC PERIOD! And then at paranoia the most important event of the year in any company. I am going to walk in the challenger… and leave THE NEWWWW World Heavyweight Champion. That is what this is all building up to this is what it is leading up to. Paranoia the biggest event EVER. I am going to make history when I get my first one on one shot at the World Heavyweight title and I win it all at the biggest stage of em all. I am not going to lose I am not going to be denied so SCW fans watching this Tune into 2 for 1 special because this is going to be a preview to the real biggest show of em all. Rise to greatness eat your heart out because I am going to Paranoia baby. I am undefeated at both but That’s not what matters what matters is that at paranoia I will cement my legacy. And you people watching that consider yourself die hard SCW fans you fans that wouldn’t think of watching an iwc show your going to miss out on something special it doesn’t matter who carries that belt into paranoia the only thing that matters is who leaves paranoia with that title and that will be me. You scw leaches may think it has nothing to do with you and generally I doesn’t except in that The man I take out for that title may end up being an SCW star. How disappointing will it be if I have to beat some one from that shitty promotion for my title. Make no mistake the IWC World heavyweight title is mine. Mark your calendars because at paranoia Porno Lad will take what’s his. I will get what’s coming to me at paranoia. And that is the world Heavy weight title and there is nothing… no one not a thing that can stop me that can take my moment from me. David Miller I saw your little promo I’ve seen your career unfold over the years and you always seemed one win away from the top and then always like if on que you’d be knocked back down to the bottom. Be it injuries be it issues with management you always found a way to lose what you worked so hard for. Now you step into the Hammerstein arena a hero for SCW. But in the eyes of those people you are the enemy this is IWC territory. Your no ones hero at the Hammerstein you are the enemy no matter who’s team you are on. You make your little cracks about me not getting up hah nice one but I wouldn’t be concerned about if Kitty is getting her share of sausage. And be more worried about your Jaw. You see I got this foot here and its just itching… Itching for a head on collision with your jaw if you haven’t heard Miller I have a little move called the Epic Fail and it has knocked out the likes of Kayl, Matt Hodges, Hurse, Christian Savior, James Exeter. NEED I GO ON. I am the fastest rising star in this business see while you have been riding the escalator up and down when you should have double the title wins of guys beneath you like Jason Wheeler and Greg Cherry. You see yourself as some one who has paid his dues and still hasn’t gotten a chance to prove himself at the higher plateau. While guys like midboss Wheeler continue to get opportunities they don’t deserve. Miller I understand how you feel and I see why you see this as an opportunity to prove yourself. But there is just one thing you must realize. I am going to beat you… See Miller no matter how hard you try no matter what you do. Your team is still going to lose its inevitable. There is no way to avoid it the only choice you have is to accept it. You are one hell of an athlete Miller but there is no shame in losing. So don’t be down on yourself think of it this way…atleast your not Jason Zero/Wheeler. Now Adam Riddick… You are one of the more interesting things about this match. I hate SCW despise the company but I think just maybe I could like you…. Or hate you. See its all about how you handle your situation its all about which brothers side your on. The one that seems to be spending his spare to trying to nail your wife. Dude your brother is trying to nail your wife how wrong is that? But Adam my boy you are on the right side because Jackson Adams and my self we hate your brother… He may not be on the other team but that doesn’t mean our team has to end with the destruction of team Kingdom it doesn’t mean that our fun has to end after the bell rings. Nope the games can continue into your brothers match we can arrange for the perfect chance for you to choose between your dear brothers. We can cost Jason that title he holds so dear we can ensure that Christian wins the world heavyweight title. Or if you hate both of them maybe we can screw them both over. I mean this in that I am suspicious of Christian and The king of all Douche’s Jason being united in some way. A good strategist covers all his bases and that is what I am doing here. Trust no one…slay every one that’s the shit im talking about. Don’t you love the suspense we’ve put into this match now not only do we have the potential trust issues between us. We have the suspense of which brothers side are you on? When during the Main Event will Team Porno Lad do its AWESOME run in? We have the whole can Porno Lad be any more awesome? See what that is SUSPENSE and what does suspense lead to compelled viewers that what suspense leads to and what do compelled viewers lead to… RATINGS That’s what Adam my boy. You see Ratings is what makes the business go round. Well not actually ratings as it is actually buy rats… or is it ratings. Whatever the important thing is we get the ratings and the buy rates and then that means we did our jobs right. That means that we make the guys in the suits happy. And that’s not just by sending them a dozen cheerleaders up to the office for morale. Lets just name some of the shit that Jason has pulled on you on Christian and You. You win taking hold of the flame battle royale Jason doesn’t do what a normal brother would do and congratulate you on a job well done. He doesn’t say good work go and have your moment no Jason goes and weasels his way into your title match. Christian wins starts to finally have success outside of Jason’s shadow and Jason steals the IWC NHB title away from him. Then we have Christian winning the IWC title and that spineless shit of your brother comes in and executes an unprovoked attack on Christian stealing the world title away from him. Is that kind of asshole the person you want to have on your side he’s brother and still he constantly stabs you in the back need I mention the macking on your wife? Come on if any one deserves a through asskicking its Jason. Then we got Justin Davis I don’t mean to paint a bullseye on the guy but come on if any one is our weak link its him. Sure he has big wins in the last several months but look who its been and where they are in theyre career former world champion Chad Evans but this isn’t the same chad Evans that destroyed everything in sight this is a chad evans that can’t get a promo up for the life of him a chad evans that doesn’t even care about anything in this business but a pay check. But Credit where its due Davis did pin evans clean which few people have done so that is something to his credit but still. That’s not the same as beating Evans in his prime which I guarantee you I could have done. See unlike Evans I don’t get lucky and string together a few big wins on a few icons by dumb luck. I am an Icon killer ask Orlando Cruze he’ll tell you if he can even speak. Davis have your note book out at the 2 for 1 special watch the shit I do and you may get an idea what a real main event talent is. And be thankful you lucked out and got on my team. Because just because we’re on the same team doesn’t mean I suddenly respect you your scw trash and that’s all you are don’t even think we’re on the same level. Lawler I think I spoke of enough in my last promo the guy just makes things easier for my team. And that’s where Davis can come in handy as he can handle some one like Lawler while I beat the living crap out of Johnny Kingdom. While I give to him a beating he will remember for the rest of his life. Lawler you cant touch me we exist on two different planes of exist while you struggle to make the card I make the main event each and every week. Be happy you get to be in the ring with me… Then we got my Bro and tag team partner as of late. Jackson Adams sure we’re not bros by blood no its much deeper we’re bros in a sense that transcends the bounds of genetics. Since the dawn of time they’re have been bros that watch out for one another that represent the bonds of brotherhood. Jackson Adams and I slayed the dragon last riot we got a pinfall victory over Johnny Kingdom no run ins no cheap tricks just out wrestling just out strategizing. A man who has rarely been pinned in his career and a clean victory that is nearly unheard of but we did it we beat Johnny Kingdom cleanly in the middle of the ring. 1… 2….. 3! See while Zero was trying to find out a way to get into Kassie Khane’s panties Jackson and I were beating Johnny. We saw that there team was weak when it came in unity while Jackson and I we’re bros and we proved that as we beat the last two men to hold the IWC World Heavyweight title. We proved that while they may be present we Jackson Adams and myself are the future of this business. And that’s not ten … six months from now no that’s at Paranoia it starts at Paranoia. Jackson Adams and I will usher in the new golden age of the IWC. And while you SCW fans may not care… you know what we don’t care we know that Jackson and my self we are better then any talent SCW has with out even a chance of comparison. We are still better then any one on the SCW roster and the great thing is at the 2 for 1 special the Bros get to prove it we get to beat 3 of SCW’s best good guys proving how awesome we are. Then there’s Gable Winchester this guy has potential he was smart enough to align himself with me going into this 2 for 1 special and you got to give him atleast a point in the brains department for that one. Winchester has wins already over one of the bigger threats on the other side of the ring so that already gives him more worth then some of the other SCW guys on our team. There’s not much I can say about Winchester because I know he will carry his weight on the team I know I can depend on him and being in a crappy promotion like SCW he will at some point be a world champion. And you got a cool name hell add Clark onto that and I would even say the name is epic. Clark Gable Winchester now that name is awesome. Clark Gable Winchester…damn that is cool… just rolls off the tongue there… in fact from this point on I will only refer to you as Clark Gable Winchester. Don’t take it as an insult take it as an awesome compliment picture this Clark Gable Winchester SCW champion sounds good doesn’t it? You can beat starr you can do it Clark Gable Winchester. He skies the limit when you have an awesome name you dont get any more championship matieral with a name then well other then Porno lad but not every one can be awesome as me. Then There’s Simon Cagero what else can I say about Simon that I haven’t said about him already. Simon is a part timer he comes and goes as he pleases from IWC has his own personal hype Parade in some column writing idiot who is so biased that you would almost think the column was written by Cagero himself. Are we really suppose to consider that a credible column when all it is. Is shameless promotion to get Simon over who gives a shit about this ‘guy’ who ‘isnt’ Simon when you know exactly what he’s going to say you know that he’s going to droan on and on about how great Simon is how no one could possibly stand a chance against him. I’ll be honest I didn’t read the last inane column but you know its easy to predict the predictable “Did you see Porno lad on Riot he wrestled Something simon only needs to do on a bi monthly basis because hes so cool and WASTED its so cool to be wasted.’ And that’s another thing Simon see simon we come from different school of thoughts when your all about the drugs the alchol… I’m straight edge that means I don’t do drugs, I don’t drink, I don’t take prescription medication but you know what Simon Straight edge isn’t what makes me better then you its everything else that does. I don’t need drugs or alcohol to give me a buzz all I need is sex and wrestling those two things are my addiction. Maybe its constant trips to rehab that make your schedule here in IWC so irregular. But Simon I am flat out going to say it now with the work you do for this company you don’t deserve the opportunities you receive you don’t deserve to be in main events when you work a match only every two months. You should be like Psycho who is working about the same schedule trapped in the land of the curtain jerkers. But I get why you get rewarded for your lack of effort. The star power of the past the nostalgia and that sort of crap. And I’m not going to whine about how I deserve more time because I get my time and I make the most of it. You… you do lame as segments that show up on riot like hemorrhoids. See Simon if you don’t realize it or not your already on the way out. The rumors have been stirring about that you were close to leaving the company soon as you hit the backstage after losing the belt to Johnny. I’m surprised you stuck it in this long considering your previous history. You came in won the title and lost it in forgettable fashion. You were champion at the end of the year but some how didn’t take Superstar of the year… some one else did… some one I just cant remember his name…oh wait I know who it was ME. I didn’t need to win the world title I won almost every other title in this company and was only pinned for one of them and that being my only pin fall loss since coming to this company and that was a screw job to. No submission loses either so put that together you see how truly awesome I am and how I am the superstar of not just the year but the century as well. Lastly we have Johnny Kingdom the team leader of what who knows? The man who considers beating on defenseless women a hobby. You think attacking my wife gets in my head Johnny it doesn’t. I am still going to beat you at 2 for 1 special and you know what Johnny I am finally going to get what has I’ve been waiting to get for months and that is a pinfall victory over you. That’s right Johnny its time for the death blow its time to finish you off. We’ve been at this for a few months I’ve beat you with every single team you can muster up and now its time to beat you not one of your tag team partners. Your not going to have a fall boy this time Johnny your not going to be able to walk away with out the pinfall loss this time. There’s no way that is going to happen there is no way I will accept beating some one like Rupp or Lawler instead of you. I am going to beat you Johnny the war is about to end and there will be one clear victor and that victor is me. Johnny this has always been about respect I hope I’ve earned it now after the numerous victorys over you and your empire. I hope its sunk into your head at last that I am the future of this company and that despite your best efforts I have risen to the top of the iwc and unlike you I will be main eventing paranoia. I will be stepping up there at the biggest stage of them all and I will have my moment and all you will be able to do is sit by and watch. You had your chance and you blew it your not the champ now and that’s the only way your going to main event paranoia Johnny. And how likely is it that a spineless shit like Jason Zero is going to give you a title shot. He has the belt now and hes going to avoid matches that could actually be a challenge at all costs do you think he’ll actually defend again after the 2 for 1 special hah not freaking likely Johnny. So have fun in what ever match your stuck with at Paranoia because me I’m ending the show. I am the main event I am the show aint gonna be stolen because its under lock and key because I am the whole fuckin show. I am the best wrestler in the world Johnny…Who the fuck are you? But theres one thing that lingers Remember in my last promo I went on a quest to prove I was a villain after the alliance of the empire and the uncle fuckers of America went on a woman beating spree. So I decided to prove I was the superior villain by killing babies or to be more correct to try to kill babies since those idiots at the abortion clinic wouldn’t let me kill any babies. For some retarded reason So I believe that I still need to prove myself as evil. And Jackson wasn’t into the idea of going to the pound and killing puppies so may the whole killing things wasn’t the best idea I need something evil…Hmmm mass genocide is too messy…I think I got it. I was watching HBO the other day and one of those cheesy Saw movies were on. And I released I could pull off that shit. So what I did was acquired 5 women all with one common factor and I locked them up in a room these four women each led different lives and they all had that one common denominator. At first they wont realize it why would they its panic that strikes first. But without further ado lets begin the show. _The scene begins with a dimly lit room four women sit each slowly regainin conciousness. – The first girl a blonde in her early twenties she looks like your typical party girl. She looks around the room with a panic’d expression on her face. Her name is Tabitha Rupp. Tabitha: Where are we whats going on. Another one of the women a women in her in her mid twenties who is dressed like your typical mom from suburbia. She seems to be trying to keep herself calm. Her name is Julia Lawler. Julia: Just calm down this is probably a joke or something some sort of prank. The third girl a Latina girl in in a black tank top and tight fitting jeans her name is Michelle Cagero seeing a pattern yet? Michelle; This is some crazy prank then. The fourth a mature woman in who would defiantly go down in the cougar category . Her name is Gina Miller…Yea we’re not past the match relevance oh yeaaa I got some jabs left in me. Gina: I don’t know whats going on but I don’t like it. The fifth and final woman is Suzie Moore yea I couldn’t find any women with the last name kingdom so I instead went with familiarity see for you SCW fans out there watching this Suzie is the former colour commentator for IWC’s Riot before Katie Steward recently took over. The reason well me of course I may have had her kidnapped to make me look like a hero so I could defy the odds yadda yadda when really it was all my idea all along. Oh I forgot to mention at the time we were in a relationship..yea im that evil… and that awesome. Suzie: Wowza I feel like im in one of those crazy saw movies is there a bear trap strapped to my head? Finally some one gets it. Gina:We have to get out of here. Michelle:obviously. Tabitha; We’re going to die in here! Suzie: We’re going to to tie dye? AWESOME! Tabitha; No we’re going to die if its like one of those stupid saw movies then yea we’re going to die. Gina: This isn’t some movie. No its my promo…WHAT UP!? And you think this is where things would get interesting instead they got boring they just shut up Tabitha cried in the corner while the others just sat around and talked and not about anything important that could possibly move the plot along no the most inane bullshit of all. Michelle: where’d you get that top. Julia: oh I got it on sale at the mall. And did they find the cassette I hid behind a loose brick? no they didn’t even bother to investigate they’re surroundings. So forget about the clues I laid out on the tape that would lead to further searching for even more clues but nothing they found nothing. My brilliant strategic mind games were falling apart and it seemed like there was nothing I could do to stop it. They didn’t make the connections to them having the same last names as my opponents for the 2 for 1 special with the Exception of Suzie… They didn’t even discuss how they got into this situation its like they all just assumed they got here the same way. So it was time to go to plan b. A monitor in the upper left corner that was attached to the ceiling flicked on. And then my voice filled the screen of course altered to be menacing and monstrous to drive fear into there weak hearts… well that’s what would have happened if the idiot at the store gave me the intimidating voice manipulator instead of the chipmunk one. Voice: Hello Ladies you are probably wondering why you have been gathered here. Tabitha looks up from her crying fit Tabitha; is that the chipmunks? Suzie; Alvin Simon and Theodore! Do do DODO! Julia; What’s going on here. Chipmunk’d up porno lad:SILENCE as I was saying you are probably wondering why you have been gathered here.- Suzie; I’m not I was more wondering why Thomas Jane didn’t look outside of the car at the end of the mist before he killed the other survivors including his own kid. Chipmunk’d porno lad:Damnit this plan is genius this plan is an artistery of evil don’t you go messing it up by cherring these girls up with your whimsical antics and pop culture references. Gina; Do you know who it is. Suzie: Its Either Alvin or Theodore …Simon always sounds much more brainy. Julia: The voice is obviously fake. Suzie: Darn it I was hoping for an autograph. Chipmunk’d pl: STOP it I am trying to explain the game to you. Suzie; What game I love games I hope its hungry hungry hippo’s. Michelle: This is stupid I just want to go home. Tabitha; Yea me to. Chipmunk’d pl; If you gave me a moment to explain you would know that for me to let you go you are going to have to play my game. Gina:I’m to old for some stupid game I want out and I want out now. Chipmunk’d pl: Well your not getting out so there. Gina; When I get out of here trust me your going regret it my lawyers are going to be on your ass like butter. Chipmunk’d pl; If you don’t be quiet and listen soon I am going to turn off this computer I am viewing you all on and forget all about you 5 and let you all die down there. Because your being rude and not playing my in genius game. We’d be so much further along if you just played by the rules you’d all know how you got here you’d all know what the common thread between you but noooooo you all had to go and be boring as hell I got viewers you know whatching this and being bored out of they’re skulls. Julia; Fine last thing I remember is going to my car at the grocery store. Tabitha; The night club I was waiting in line at a night club. Gina; I was going for my morning run. Michelle; I was looking for the keys to my apartment in my purse. Chipmunk’d pl; And then you should say why don’t we remember what happened next. Suzie; I was led her by my Ex Boyfriend Porno Lad or Ethan Cody Aaron with the promise of candy. Chipmunk’d pl:DAMN IT Suzie your messing up everything. And my last name isn’t Aaron any more its Awesome Ethan Awesome. Suzie; What that’s how I got here and when the door closed I decided to go for a nap since that’s what every one else was doing. Tabitha: Who? Julia; Wait a second Ethan? Michelle; I don’t know who this guy is but when I see him I’m going to kick his ass. Gina; Ethan is that really you… Your moms going to kill you when she hears about this. Suzie; Ethan are you still bitter about when I low blowed you. Chip munk’d pl; No no no this was suppose to be mysterious suspenseful and horrifying and when you figured out it was me it was suppose to be a shock like oh shit it all makes sense… oh shit he is one evil bastard. Julia: So this is all to make some sort of point. Chip munk’d pl: OBIVOUSLY its to prove that I am far more evil then any one…EVER. Damn it how do I turn this thing off. Suzie; Did you try the off button. Porno lad: Did you try the off button I say mocking Suzie having turned off the voice altering machine. Michelle: Wait I recognize that voice Anton? Tabitha: Rex? Porno Lad: Yes It is I Ethan awesome, or Anton Livingston the 3rd or Rex Plode and his brother Jet handsome yes Tabitha I am both of them. And yea…I know AWESOME pun that’s what I do puns. Anyways it was I the man who broke all your hearts who did things to each of you that you will never forget. Things that will probably be having you all cursing my name at your death bed. Gina: Wait till I tell your mother what you’ve done Ethan the shit is going to hit the fan. Porno Lad: since I had to spell it out for you I might as well finish painting this picture. Suzie: what you get to paint while we’re stuck in here. Porno Lad: I mean figuratively Suzie. Each of you I hurt and broke your heart in some way and likely traumatized you for the rest of your life. Tabitha; It wasn’t that bad I mean sure at the time it hurt but the sex was good. Michelle; Yea and life goes on I was heart broken at first but I might not have met my fiancé had I not been going to therapy after you faked your death in that bear attack. Which really man a bear? You couldn’t just tell me its over? And really a bear the bear didn’t even maul you it pulled a gun on you and shot you at least you could have been realistic. Gina: Ethan this is stupid I have nothing against you. You’re the one I thought would be the one with the problem considering after the first time we had sex you cried. Porno lad: Note to self Gina was a bad idea sure she fit the name motif but the first woman I had sex with not a good Idea. And I wasn’t crying we just had sex I was just having a moment. BUT actually I had to have hurt you when I started having sex with your daughter…now that was very evil of me AND AWESOME! Gina: You moved on I’ve seen the graduate its not a big deal. Of course the exploding helicopter thing was very over the top next time your going to start seeing a womans daughter after your done with her don’t fake your death with an exploding helicopter and then show up the next day at her place look for her daughter with a fake mustache we were neighbors your clown. Porno Lad: To be fair I could swear you couldn’t recognize me. But Julia you must hate me I mean we had an affair behind your husbands back you even had a baby that may have been mine HAH! Julia: Two to tango I made the mistake to not like you forced yourself on me. And I had my daughters dna tested and she is my husbands. Porno Lad; Sweet give her my number when she’s legal. Julia; Your disgusting. Porno Lad: So this may not have worked out like it did in saw every one didn’t realize how evil I was wait one second SUZIE! You must hate me after all we had then how I had the brat pack kidnap you and then I dumped you with out a word you must be completely broken hearted!?! Suzie: I’m good you gave me Candy so all is forgiven. Well that and I kicked your business and slashed your car tires. Porno Lad; So none of you think of me as evil? Michelle; I think you’re an asshole? Tabitha; bastard Julia; A jerk Gina: immature jerk. Julia; Nice one I want to add that to my answer. Suzie; Ohhhh So many good answers can I pick all of the above. Porno Lad; This is horrid this didn’t go anywhere near how I planned it. MEANWHILE IN THE CONTROL ROOM And then things got worse as Kitty entered the control room. Kitty; Ethan we need to talk. Porno Lad; Can’t talk executing evil plan. I say stareing at the monitor seriously considering either unleashing the killer bee’s on these women who weren’t terrifed and scared of my evil powers but more annoyed and agrovated which meant it may be better to unleash the dogs with lazer beams on there heads. Kitty looks over my shoulder and says. Kitty;Are you watching porn? Porno Lad; Would it be surprising if I was really considering my name? Kitty; No and that I’ve walked in on you more then once. Porno Lad; Can you blame me for trying to get you interested in my interests. Kitty: I will never be interested in double penetration. Porno Lad; And I told you don’t knock it till you try it. Kitty: This isn’t porn is it. Kitty says looking at the screen. Porno Lad; Nope… Kitty: Isn’t that Suzie Moore. Porno Lad; Yup. Kitty: And what are you doing watching her and a bunch of women. Porno Lad; I was trying to prove how evil I am. Kitty; by doing what. Porno Lad; Remember when we were watching saw last night? Kitty: Yea. Oh god you kidnapped these women to what? Porno Lad; I told you to prove how evil I am do I have to spell it out for you. Kitty; So these are former conquests of yours. Porno Lad: Yup… I press the button on the intercom and speak into it. Porno Lad; Your all horrible disappointments in my desire to prove my mastery of evil. Kitty shakes her head watching me. Porno Lad: This is disappointing I wanted them to find my clues that lead them to the beautiful revelation that I am behind this. And they feel a flurry of feelings and emotions that led them all to drop to there knees and scream “DAMN YOU PORNO LAD YOU INCREDIBLY GOOD LOOKING EVIL MASTERMIND” But do I get that no I get nothing these people really are useless. Kitty; Not everything works itself out like the movies. Porno Lad; I ended up with the girl doesn’t the villain always end up with the girl? Kitty; No in the movies good defeats evil. Porno Lad: But I’m evil and I always win. Kitty; How long have they been in there for? I look at my watch. Porno lad; Eight horribly boring hours and they didn’t find a single clue. They didn’t even scream my name at the heavens in a furious anger when I revealed my self… I knew I shouldn’t have had a catering table down there… Kitty; You are a strange one Ethan. Porno Lad: Strange yet incredibly awesome. Kitty:You got to let them out. Porno Lad; I really think im going to send in a knock out gas and put the classic head bear trap thing on all of em. I motion to a pile of the saw trademark head bear traps on the side of the room. Kitty; No your going to let them go. Porno lad; why would I do that I am evil I don’t let people go I haven’t even given them the chilling feeling of impending death. Kitty; Give me the keys… Porno Lad; Fine you know you blow all my fun… atleast you blow me as well. Kitty: Shut up… She says taking the keys and punching me in the shoulder. So things didn’t get much better Kitty got the women out of there actually invited them for tea for some insane reason and they spent the afternoon laughing and having a good time. How insane is that my plans were ruined I hadn’t proven myself as a master of evil but I was far from done… --------------- ---- Bonus/Filler Scene -------------- ------ Later that evening I was working on my awesome latest plan of evil. I was building a Death Ray with the intention of annihilating all life in the Canada. One of my many sworn nemesis. Them and there love of hockey and there French speaking er…ness. Kitty walked into the room with a serious expression putting down a Bottle of pills infront of my face. Porno Lad; No need to thank me babe you had a headache I had the meds. Kitty; These are drugs Ethans pretty much Ruthies you gave me. Porno lad: No they’re head ache medicine not that id take it but that’s because im awesome. But still I do carry around the meds so I am always prepared for anything. Kitty; Katelyn told me about the pills. Porno Lad: Ahhh shit. Kitty: Yea. Porno Lad: I was young and stupid what can I say. Kitty: WHAT!?! Porno Lad: When I gave you the pills I was pissed at Katelyn and I wanted some revenge. Kitty; WHAT! What are you talking about! Porno Lad: Ummm….Errr….Ah…Nothing. Kitty; I meant that you intentionally gave me these pills. Porno Lad: I didn’t. See. I pull out the bottle that the “horny pills’ that kitty had taken at riot! Should have been that apparently had the headache meds in and that meaning the horny pills were in. Damnit…things I think were about to be fucked up. Because I was confessing about the wrong thing. I knew that because Kitty slapped the bottle of pills from my hand. Kitty: What your saying is our relationship is based on a lie our marriage is based on a lie. Porno Lad: No no the pills don’t alter thought patterns they just take away the inhibitions you wanted to do what we did that day. Kitty: Deep down yes but If I would have been in a normal state of mind I wouldn’t have. Porno Lad; come on Kitty we’re happy now what does it matter. What happened years ago. Kitty; It matters a lot Ethan. You wouldn’t appreciate if I drugged your drink and made you go to church would you? Porno Lad; YOU WOULDN’T! I’d probably be burned upon entering. Kitty: I wouldn’t do that to you I wouldn’t make you do something against your will Porno lad; Yea and I didn’t make you do anything trust me it wasn’t like it was rape its not like I forced myself on you. Kitty: No you just drugged me and let the drugs control me. Porno Lad; I ALREADY TOLD YOU It doesn’t control you it just frees your mind. Kitty; You ass your justifying something you would never do yourself you don’t smoke you don’t drink you don’t do drugs yet here you are giving drugs out like it was Halloween. Porno Lad; Your blowing this way out of proportion why don’t you- Kitty: Don’t even say it that kind of crap may have floated when you were with Katelyn but I’m not like her your not going to get out of this fight and have sex. Porno Lad; Kitty mellow out. Kitty; NO! You know what you wanted to be evil you are you fucking ass. You know what you didn’t need those drugs that day. And that’s what probably makes me feel worse. I loved you from the moment I met you. But you…your… I’m leaving. Porno lad: Kitty don’t go. Kitty: I cant stand to be around you right now. I’m going to stay at Katie’s with Katelyn don’t come over don’t call I need some time away from you. Porno Lad; Kitty I need you. Kitty: I need some time Ethan…. I’ll see you at the 2 for 1 special.. With that kitty left the apartment… For the first time in the last few weeks I wasn’t concerned about evil I even forgot about destroying Canada and I also felt something I never would have felt before and that’s guilt. -FiN- |
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| Gable Winchester | Feb 26 2010, 08:52 PM Post #10 |
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Legend Thriller Extraordinaire
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Borrowed Time OOC:Edit was to fix coding problems I only noticed just now ![]() Narrator: We now join Gable and TJ in SCW headquarters as he attempts to get some t shirts started as part of a long and potentially lucrative merchandise range that will start with shirts and end with coasters and then who knows?! Well I’m just gonna go see if I can find a decent coffee around here whilst we pass on the story and see how it goes from there eh…now get! TJ: I’ve set up a meeting with the greatest creative minds in SCW and they have some real awesome ideas sir, you will just love them I know it! Gable looked at his friend, a smirk on his face as he was thinking some rather unsavoury things about a couple of blondes that they had just passed on their way to the meeting involving lots of chocolate and peanut butter, along with an inflatable dinghy. TJ stops and whips round before slapping his friend round the face, much to his chagrin. Gable: Ow! That hurt you moron! TJ: That was to get your attention, and this… He slaps him again on the other cheek, pissing Gable off that tad bit more now. TJ: And that was for calling me a moron! I’m your Mr Miyagi to your Daniel-San, your Emperor to your Darth Vader man! You need to listen to the stuff that comes out of my mouth, and heed it, you got it? Not wanting to start a fight, Gable simply nods, secretly knowing that Gable Winchester was the brains behind Gable Winchester and TJ Von Bosley was simply the trimmings, someone to keep him company as that was a hard thing to come by from what he had seen, someone to watch your back and make sure things go according to plan not just inside the ring, but outside it too. TJ: And I also know that you will be contradicting me inside your cranium so fuck you, how about this one then? We are my Crockett to your Tubbs…my Bogey to your Doyle…my Secret Squirrel to your Morocco Mole! Gable: But I want to be Crockett, Bogey and Secret Squirrel! Knowing his friend was actually acting like a retarded camel, TJ sighs before whirling his hand dismissively. TJ: Fine fine, you can be all those, but it doesn’t defeat my point, we need each other sir, and you know it as much as your ego wants to say different! Knowing that his friend was right on that score at least, his ego wanting to definitely say different, he settles for changing the subject. Gable: Dude…what’s it like being married? Squinting as if he was examining a bug in a science lab, TJ looks at Gable a little worriedly as if this was going to be some form of kicker for a cruel prank he had cooked up to get back at him for claiming Secret Squirrel and relegating Gable to the role of a useless sidekick…well near enough useless in comparison to the Squirrel. Waiting a few more moments, he looks to Gable who now has gotten impatient and fixes his friend with a frown and piercing stare. Gable: Teej? I didn’t ask you to give me a sordid account of all things atom related pal, is it that difficult to answer? TJ sighs, realising that his friend may just be turning a corner where his over inflated opinion of himself was concerned, and that could only mean good things for his career as far as Mr Bosley was concerned on that score. TJ: It’s pretty amazing man, to know that you are gonna be spending the rest of your life with that someone you can’t even think of being apart from… Gable makes gagging sounds and TJ sighs now, knowing it was too good to be true that they could sit and have an enlightening conversation about something more than how many notches each of the men had on their bedposts at last count. Gable: Okay…if I had known my clever diversionary tactic would have me wanting to claw out my eyes I would have changed to a less volatile topic! Grinning at TJ, his advisor simply shakes his head. TJ: You’re an ass Ezekiel…Gable… Smiling at the accurate summing up, Gable bows. Gable: I learnt from the best! He pirouettes mockingly then points a finger at TJ who just nods, accepting what he said as truth which defuses the ticking time bomb that was the temper of Gable in particular. Gable: Where did you say we were meeting these bigwigs to start designing my shirts that are gonna rock the socks off anything Jake Mars can come up with? TJ: Starr!! Gable: Yeah, the ones that are gonna make me a star! That’s the spirit Teej, glad we are back onside once more. Feeling like Penfold from Danger Mouse, TJ sighs and gives up trying to correct something his associate obviously didn’t want to know about and points to a door at the end of the hall that stood slightly ajar. There was a sign on the door but shadows obscured it so that from a distance Gable couldn’t tell what was actually on it. Nerves actually started to gnaw at the edges of his consciousness as he thought about what impact the right merchandise could have on his rising career. It would be far from fine and dandy if he went on an undefeated run and became the World Champ, only to have merchandise that looked like it had been designed by a two year old that got a bit too eager with the felt tips and/or crayons. After easing in through the door, they see two men sat down with boards in front of them, both were fairly old and each smiled as Gable and TJ walked in, the man sat nearest to them at the table spoke up, Gable noticed that he had his silvery hair pulled back in an intense ponytail and it wasn’t a good look… Bad Ponytail Man: Welcome welcome! He shakes their hands in turn. Bad Ponytail Man: Well Mr Winchester, we have come up with many an idea for some slogans and such for your own branding of merchandise and recent figures have shown that if we are indeed correct in our hypothesis, the t shirts could outsell the leading ones of Jake Starr, by ten to one! Gable frowned. Gable: Is that Jake Mars’ cousin or something? Their family must be big on the solar system or something. TJ could see the confused look and the question forming on the mans lips but before it could be spoken, TJ got the mans attention discretely and slowly shook his head, thus silencing the obvious thing he would have said. Bad Ponytail Man:…So we were going for a hard edged T shirt that gets across your adrenaline fuelled performance in the ring. Gable smiled, he liked the way this guy talked. For the first time, the other man, a balding guy in this case, clears his throat and stands up. Bald Guy: We were also thinking about your erm…penchant…yeah penchant for the ladies too… Now he definitely liked this duo as they had earmarked his two prominent features and planned to put them in a neat little package! They both handed him their boards and he looked impressed as he studied each one of them, thinking that at least initially he liked what he saw. The first was of an eighteen wheeler, cruising along with “Running Wild On The Road” emblazoned on the side and a detailed headshot of Gable with a smirk on his face was underneath. The next was a design that had exotic and hot women across the front and one blacked out silhouette that he guessed was supposed to be him, was bang in the middle of it all. Above it was a design resembling a pill bottle with his name across it, and “May Cause Greatness” written diagonally across underneath that. Both men speak to Gable and TJ almost in chorus. Bald Guy: So what do you think? Bad Ponytail Man: So what do you think? Looking at TJ who is looking thoroughly impressed, Gable reaches out his hand to both men. Gable: I like them both, let’s start marketing me to the world shall we fella’s? They make parting small talk as Gable and TJ leave, satisfied that things were going to be okay. Narrator: Well I might as well take a tour round the Headquarters to see what the mighty SCW is all about, I have to say though, this coffee is pretty damn good, smooth blend with a hint of cream. This place is big and for the most part deserted, then again I think there are two stage hands. Well anyway I don’t really need to say that the events didn’t transpire like that with Gable and TJ, and so I will do my duty in rectifying the mess…wait a minute, those aren’t stage hands…oh shit… Gable: YOU! You’re the one that’s been adding the element of douchebaggery to my name! TJ: Cool it man, he’s just doing his job! Narrator: Gable, the people need to know… Gable starts to walk faster towards the narrator as he ignores TJ’s warnings to calm down and to come back. The narrator knowing that he could very well be in trouble begins to run down the corridor. Unfortunately for the narrator however, the coffee he had just consumed started to have immediate effect and his bladder started to cramp and protest at the strain the ongoing chase was causing. Gable on the other hand, had college track and field at his advantage and soon caught up, tackling the guy to the floor. Narrator: Please don’t hurt me sir! I was just doing my job! Gable felt like pounding the guys face in, but instead just slammed him down roughly onto the hard unforgiving floor. Gable: YOU’RE FIRED! Narrator: But…but…. TJ’s voice comes down the hall as he approaches. TJ: Dude, just leave him be, he is actually doing a bang up job of promoting you to the world and showing that you are indeed only human, the kids love that shit. Gable seemed to ignore him and instead let the guy get up, glaring at him. Gable: If I ever see you again, I will cut off your face and feed it to Teej’s Llama, capische?” TJ: Sir…I don’t have a llama… Gable: Shhhhh…now get! Shoo! The narrator leaves looking really shaken as TJ just shakes his head looking disapprovingly at his friend who is watching to make sure the guy doesn’t sneak back in. ____________________________________________________________________________ Battle Lines You know if it wasn’t so pathetic, it would be amazing to be in the place of an IWC roster member right now if you are involved in the 2 For 1 Special…and if you’re not? Then it’s still pathetic anyway because let’s just face it, if we’re going to be slinging mud around in the yard about how crappy brands are, you guys just all out bite! I mean here we are, helping out both sets of ratings, not just our own and yet all I have managed to see so far from “friend” and foe alike is how much better the Independent Wrestling Cartel is in comparison to Supreme Championship Wrestling! Have you people heard yourselves? I mean come on, when David Miller talks more sense than that other guy nobody cares about on his team…you know that it will spell trouble for them…speaking of you David, how’s the rousing of the rabble doing? I bet Chris Lawler’s just raring to go, I mean with all he said regarding this match I was actually quite worried I would have to suffer a Lawler Buzz Cut…I mean a Lawler Cutter he seemed that fired up… What? You sure? Oh it seems that my esteemed friend and advisor TJ has informed me that Chris Lawler has indeed heard that he will be AGAINST Gable Winchester so has opted to wait till the dying seconds to say something about us, and most likely how I will ultimately surpass him like every other Tom, Dick or Harry in SCW seems to have despite his talking up. Betcha were hedging your bets on not having another one of us upstarts smear you on the canvas like a Mozart painting before crowing to everyone who will listen that I beat a team with the man, the myth, the legend Chris Lawler on it…what you mean that no one has bragged about such a thing since the beginning of the decade? Man I really should have done a proper background check on you Chris my friend…of sorts. Now I think about it, you will most likely be wanting a piece of Adam more than me, but hey; it won’t hurt being able to TRY and get one over on the most charismatic and talented wrestlers in SCW at the moment eh? Then again I seem to remember someone telling me a story about how you tried the same with one “Thorn“…minus the references to charisma and talent of course…and now look where he is in accordance to you…ain’t life a bitch sometimes? So I have to ask, do you have a thing for that Kassie woman or something? Yeah she’s a hot piece for sure, but if it isn’t about her, then I can’t really see the problem you seem to be having with Adam going into this Pay Per View…but eh well, I can’t say I would lose any sleep over not knowing the answer to that question anymore than I would to thinking about the question…why is David Miller so angry all the time? I have my own theories on this but first I am told that it be best I address someone else so that Davey boy doesn’t think I am picking on him as that would be just plain wrong…right? So yeah I know I said I would leave Johnny Cage…I mean Simon Cagero, to PL or Jackson, but seeing as all either of them could do was slate the company that has helped mould me into the athlete I am today…I feel it is only fair I amend my comrades mistakes and do it for them…oh wait I tell a lie, Ethan summed you up accurately without having to “deal” with you so to speak…so unless I am mistaken, you did a number on PL’s wife…am I right so far? Man if that is the case, what the hell kind of Mickey Mouse booking did they have for this Pay Per View? My team is supposed to consist of the “bad guys” but there you go debasing and demeaning a woman to show how hip and cool you were? As has already been stated….if this was a team full of Diva’s and “Greg” Cherry, then hell I say Johnny Kingdom and Simon Cagero are the people for the job…FYI Greg…also known as Ashley Cherry when needed, is a roster member from the land of assholes you would probably be more familiar with being referred to as the “BTYB Brigade” aka the Better Than Your Brand Brigade…see anyone can slate a rival promotion for the sake of filler…read up on the words “originality” and “relevance” before you shoot once again from the hip, man…oh and the little Dr Seuss think you tried with the whole being cryptic about something none of us care about, would qualify as being a sad attempt at one…the other…or both of those terms…man we need to get you a big red and white striped hat before our teams tussle in the ring…relevant, no…original and coincidentally hilarious….yes! Oh and in your talk of winning your fair share of everything you can possibly want…you mention women…since when the hell did they start to put a price tag on hot pieces of ass…oh I mean…attractive looking women…one of the drawbacks of having a best friend that is married…their wife tends to treat you like their brother and so I have to remember to be politically correct when referring to the women that I have now discovered I could win down at my local Bingo Hall…damn is there nothing they can’t do with the advances in science these days?! Oh and as a side note PL, it’s nice to know that someone sees what I have been saying all along, that I am worthy championship material, it’s just a shame it had to be a member of IWC that was brainy enough to realise it…and I will seriously take your “epic” name suggestion under advisement, it does kinda just roll off the tongue though I have to admit haha! Now onto what I know all of you fans…ahem excuse me, you two or three fans that I have…four at a push?…have been waiting for…why David Miller is so angry all the time! Well here goes, Mr Miller is a very driven individual that likes things to go to plan…hence the reason he made such a shoddy assassin when his cross-hairs unknowingly pointed right my way…and when he thought that his paralyzing move was gonna shut me up and didn’t?…well that’s reason enough to be angry…but to be upstaged time and time again by someone who he so clearly deems to be below him…well I could see how that thought is enough to drive him over the edge, I bet the realisation that I am not a brightly coloured construct of bricks that you can dismantle at will would also be a bit of a shin kicker too. Now the more imminent reasons are simple…he knows he has an inferior team at the 2 for 1 Special, that is doomed to become the footnote of each of our individual team members career, and the more pressing one, I am gonna stomp another mudhole in him at Retribution and show each and every one of the four people rooting for me out in the audience , as well as Stacy with any luck; that David Miller is talented and gifted yes, better than Gable Winchester? What would Hunter say? Erm, that’s a no by the way… This has been Gable Winchester, you have been a great audience…all four of you!….GOOD NIGHT!! ____________________________________________________________________________ Narrator: Now telling you this from an undisclosed location far away from Gable I will spill the beans on what really happened as I mentioned before he was omitting some events and actually putting his own child like spin on them…here goes… TJ: I’ve set up a meeting with the greatest creative minds in SCW and they have some real awesome ideas sir, you will just love them I know it! Gable looked at his friend, a smirk on his face as he was thinking some rather unsavoury things about a couple of blondes that they had just passed on their way to the meeting involving lots of chocolate and peanut butter, along with an inflatable dinghy. TJ stops and whips round before slapping his friend round the face, much to his chagrin. Gable: Ow! That hurt you moron! TJ: That was to get your attention, and this… He slaps him again on the other cheek, pissing Gable off that tad bit more now. TJ: And that was for calling me a moron! I’m your Mr Miyagi to your Daniel-San, your Emperor to your Darth Vader man! You need to listen to the stuff that comes out of my mouth, and heed it, you got it? Not wanting to start a fight, Gable simply nods, secretly knowing that Gable Winchester was the brains behind Gable Winchester and TJ Von Bosley was simply the trimmings, someone to keep him company as that was a hard thing to come by from what he had seen, someone to watch your back and make sure things go according to plan not just inside the ring, but outside it too. TJ: And I also know that you will be contradicting me inside your cranium so fuck you, how about this one then? We are my Crockett to your Tubbs…my Bogey to your Doyle…my Secret Squirrel to your Morocco Mole! Gable: But I want to be Crockett, Bogey and Secret Squirrel! Knowing his friend was actually acting like a retarded camel, TJ sighs before whirling his hand dismissively. TJ: Fine fine, you can be all those, but it doesn’t defeat my point, we need each other sir, and you know it as much as your ego wants to say different! Knowing that his friend was right on that score at least, his ego wanting to definitely say different, he settles for changing the subject. Gable: Dude…what’s it like being married? Squinting as if he was examining a bug in a science lab, TJ looks at Gable a little worriedly as if this was going to be some form of kicker for a cruel prank he had cooked up to get back at him for claiming Secret Squirrel and relegating Gable to the role of a useless sidekick…well near enough useless in comparison to the Squirrel. Waiting a few more moments, he looks to Gable who now has gotten impatient and fixes his friend with a frown and piercing stare. Gable: Teej? I didn’t ask you to give me a sordid account of all things atom related pal, is it that difficult to answer? TJ sighs, realising that his friend may just be turning a corner where his over inflated opinion of himself was concerned, and that could only mean good things for his career as far as Mr Bosley was concerned on that score. TJ: It’s pretty amazing man, to know that you are gonna be spending the rest of your life with that someone you can’t even think of being apart from… Gable makes gagging sounds and TJ sighs now, knowing it was too good to be true that they could sit and have an enlightening conversation about something more than how many notches each of the men had on their bedposts at last count. Gable: Okay…if I had known my clever diversionary tactic would have me wanting to claw out my eyes I would have changed to a less volatile topic! Grinning at TJ, his advisor simply shakes his head. TJ: You’re an ass Ezekiel…Gable… Smiling at the accurate summing up, Gable bows. Gable: I learnt from the best! He pirouettes mockingly then points a finger at TJ who just nods, accepting what he said as truth which defuses the ticking time bomb that was the temper of Gable in particular. Gable: Where did you say we were meeting these bigwigs to start designing my shirts that are gonna rock the socks off anything Jake Mars can come up with? TJ: Starr!! Gable: Yeah, the ones that are gonna make me a star! That’s the spirit Teej, glad we are back onside once more. Feeling like Penfold from Danger Mouse, TJ sighs and gives up trying to correct something his associate obviously didn’t want to know about and points to a door at the end of the hall that stood slightly ajar. There was a sign on the door but shadows obscured it so that from a distance Gable couldn’t tell what was actually on it. Nerves actually started to gnaw at the edges of his consciousness as he thought about what impact the right merchandise could have on his rising career. It would be far from fine and dandy if he went on an undefeated run and became the World Champ, only to have merchandise that looked like it had been designed by a two year old that got a bit too eager with the felt tips and/or crayons. After easing in through the door, they see two men sat down with clipboards in front of them, both were fairly old and each smiled as Gable and TJ walked in, the man sat nearest to them at the table spoke up, Gable noticed that he had his silvery hair pulled back in an intense ponytail and it wasn’t a good look… Bad Ponytail Man: Welcome welcome! He shakes their hands in turn. Bad Ponytail Man: Well Mr Winchester, are we to be right in thinking you have some ideas to present to us? Gable frowned. Gable: Erm… He looked to TJ who nodded and pulled out a few pieces of scrawny looking paper from his back pocket, smoothing them out on the table, Gable put the heel of his hands against his eyes when he saw the pieces of A4 paper and the proud look on TJ’s face. This was going to be a long meeting… ![]() Bad Ponytail Man:…So we were going for a hard edged T shirt that gets across your adrenaline fuelled performance in the ring…with a cartoon drawing of your face Mr Winchester?… Gable sighed, this meeting was already a complete epic fail…he didn’t even have a chance to chuckle at the irony of that term given the imminent Pay Per View Bald Guy: We were also thinking about your erm…penchant…yeah penchant for the ladies too…and that is going to be brought in by this slogan…that could quite easily be jumped upon for copyright infringement… ![]() TJ: Hey! No one can do such a thing! I worked hard on that one! Gable couldn’t stick around for the rest of the meeting, and wouldn’t allow TJ to inflict anymore madness on the proceedings. Patting TJ on the shoulder in a companionably fashion, he looks toward the two men and smiles apologetically Gable: Can we maybe postpone this meeting for a while, we need to come up with some fresh ideas! TJ: Fresh? Sir if these ideas were eggs, they would be newly laid! Bad Ponytail Man: Take a few hours if you need it Mr Winchester we don’t mind! Looking at TJ who is looking thoroughly pissed, Gable reaches out his hand to both men. Gable: cheers, let’s go take a walk shall we Teej? They make parting small talk as Gable and TJ leave, Gable not thoroughly satisfied that things were going to be okay. Narrator: Well I might as well take a tour round the Headquarters to see what the mighty SCW is all about, I have to say though, this coffee is pretty damn good, smooth blend with a hint of cream. This place is big and for the most part deserted, then again I think there are two stage hands. Well anyway I don’t really need to say that the events didn’t transpire like that with Gable and TJ, and so I will do my duty in rectifying the mess…wait a minute, those aren’t stage hands…oh shit… Gable: YOU! You’re the one that’s been adding the element of douchebaggery to my name! TJ: Cool it man, he’s just doing his job! Narrator: Gable, the people need to know… Gable starts to walk faster towards the narrator as he ignores TJ’s warnings to calm down and to come back. The narrator knowing that he could very well be in trouble begins to run down the corridor. Unfortunately for the narrator however, the coffee he had just consumed started to have immediate effect and his bladder started to cramp and protest at the strain the ongoing chase was causing. Just when it looks as if the narrator is screwed, Gable rounds a corner and collides with a popcorn vendor, causing the whole thing to break, fresh popcorn spraying the floor. Gable’s in agony as he feels hot pain flash from his knee. Looking in the direction he was going, he sees the narrator, huffing for breath but looking relieved at the end of the hallway. Narrator: I’m sorry for causing you this grief sir…it’s not intentional Gable felt like pounding the guys face in, but as he was in a pile of rubble that was what used to be a popcorn vender, the person that was only moments ago preparing said popcorn was staring in disbelief at Gable as he raised his fist to the distant figure of the narrator. Gable: YOU’RE FIRED! Gable can’t hear what the narrator says, but it’s a done deal as far as he is concerned anyway Narrator: But…but…. TJ’s voice comes down the hall as he approaches. He stops briefly as he sees the carnage Gable’s chase has caused TJ: Dude, just leave him be, he is actually doing a bang up job of promoting you to the world and showing that you are indeed only human, the kids love that shit. Gable seemed to ignore him, and after getting up from the floor, wincing inwardly at the pain in his knee, he points to the terrified narrator, glaring at him. Gable: If I ever see you again, I will cut off your face and feed it to Teej’s Llama, capische?” TJ: Sir…I don’t have a llama… Gable: Shhhhh…now get! Shoo! The narrator leaves looking really shaken as TJ just shakes his head looking disapprovingly at his friend who is watching to make sure the guy doesn’t sneak back in, not realising he is slightly favouring his knee. Narrator: So yes people I did get fired, he wasn’t making that part up…and I guess this is me signing off for the final time, let’s hope that Gable pulls through the Pay Per View in one piece and I wish him all the success….Pffft who am I kidding, after what he did to me, I hope Miller does kill him! |
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OOC: "Bloodstained Memoirs" is going to be a random journal kept on Miller's personal laptop. Please respect that it is to be considered "off-camera" and "off-limits" to all opponents. Good luck, gentlemen, it's been a challenging week! RP #2: "Standing Alone." =============== Bloodstained Memoirs Date: 02|24|2010 I could talk about being shocked, but why start things off with a lie? …in less than three days, I’ll be walking down to the ring, and standing across from five of the most talked-about, and most successful men in the business today. Jackson Adams and the Porno Lad, founding fathers of the ‘Five Star Society’, a group that has single-handedly taken over the Independent Wrestling Cartel. Ethan, the ‘Lad’, has gone almost an entire year without being pinned, and has held every major championship in the company, short of the World Title. Jackson? …he’s the current Submissions Champion. He’s also riding the high off pinning one of my own team-mates, the so-called ‘IWC Legend’ Johnny Kingdom, in the center of the ring. Those two names alone make this match something to watch. The attack on me aside, and the pure disgust I hold for both men aside… they come into this match heavily-favored no matter their reputations. But that’s only two men… there’s still three more. Two legends in the making, and a returning veteran. One of them is Justin Davis. When he first showed up in SCW, I was still in and out on medical leaves, paired with DeGrazia’s suspension from televised competition, but I still remember his early days. Most of us break into Supreme Championship Wrestling and immediately find ourselves swimming against the current. It’s nothing against our talent, that’s just the kind of level the people around here set. But, Davis was an exception. He won his debut, then his next match, and then the next six in a row after that. For the next month and a half, the man was unstoppable. It took the likes of Shawn Cage, Speed, Glacier and Greg Cherry to knock him down... not that it stopped him from getting back up. Oh no, Davis got back up, and immediately resumed the tear he’d been on… which from what I’ve seen, has only gained momentum in the past year and a half. The Underground Championship, forming one of the most dominant tag teams in SCW history alongside Josh Hudson, and most dangerous of all, aligning himself with Rachel Foxx; the single most powerful woman in the business. To hell with Katie Steward, Rachel Foxx is the bitch to beat. At Davis’ shoulder stands Adam Riddick, and aside from his marriage to Kassie Khane, and his relation to Wheeler and Savior, I’ll admit up front I don’t know the first thing about the former ‘Renegade Rocker’. I know he was considered a threat to the title, but so was Hunter at one point. So were Cid Turner and Ace Marshall, and it’s no secret how low they fall on my list. Still, if what I saw against Lucas Knight is any clue at all, I’ve got no qualms stating out loud that I’m going toe-to-toe with the toughest one in the family. Savior and Wheeler have talent, much as it pains me to admit it… but they falter under pressure. They puff up like peacocks, waiting for people to fall for the theatrics; but it’s all a show. There’s nothing behind the curtain. Adam is the exception to that rule. He has no theatrics... what he has is the burning desire to win. And with them stands my nemesis. The man who has been nothing but a black cloud… no pun intended… hanging over my head since my return: Gable Winchester. In the four years I have competed for the SCW, and in all honesty, in the ten years I’ve called that ring home… I have never seen a man with the kind of natural quickness, skill and athleticism that he has. One match. One match was all it took to establish his supremacy, over me, and everyone else. I rip and I tear at him however I can, but the truth is I fear Gable Winchester. I fear what he can do… and I fear what I can’t. He’s proven he can beat me. He’s done it twice in a row now. Once by luck, the second by simply being better. Now I find myself standing across the ring from him for the first of two more battles in our on-going war. Only this time, he’s not my only challenge. Those are the men I face Monday night in the Hammerstein Ballroom. Those are the men that Dan Douglas and Sasha Drachewych have collected together in opposition. By all counts and definitions, it’s a team that no man in his right mind would stand against by himself… but that’s exactly what I’ll have to do. Justin Davis, Jackson Adams, Ethan Aaron, Adam Riddick and Gable Winchester …versus David Miller. This is what I meant about being shocked. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn’t supposed to be a one man army, charging into battle with nothing but courage and skill to keep me alive, but that’s what it’s come to. My chosen ‘partners’ have decided to remain silent… to distance themselves from this match as far as they can, for whatever reasons. I alone have stood my ground, raised my voice, and sounded the battle cry that will echo in their ears until the final toll of the closing bell… no matter where that finds me. The lie would be to say I didn’t expect this. Maybe it’s just my nature, or maybe I just knew better than to rely on others… but either way, the second I saw my name penciled in amongst four others, I immediately wiped them from my mind. Lawler… Kingdom… Cagero… even Rupp. Only one of those names holds an ounce of worth in my eyes: Aaron Rupp. But despite the innumerable flaws my critics love to point out on a daily basis, naivety has never been one of them. Rupp is in this match for one reason and one reason alone: Justin Davis. It was Davis that cheated Rupp out of his chance at the SCW Championship, and I have no doubts that Aaron will come down to that ring with a single-minded focus only vengeance can instill. If not for that singular fact, I would not consider myself alone in this match. Rupp’s skill is beyond question, even compared to Winchester, myself, or any master technician in the history of the game. But, when his eyes refuse to divert from Davis… it negates his ability to wage war with anyone else. Granted, Davis is one of the biggest threats, but that still leaves me to battle four top-tier superstars on my own… As infamous as I’ve become for surviving the odds… even I doubt my chances of walking out of this one. Now, when I say I’ve been the only one to speak out against the enemy, that doesn’t mean I’ve been the only one to open my mouth. A few days ago, a miss-mashed video was uploaded to both the IWC, as well as the SCW websites. The author of the vignette was Simon Cagero… though he might as well have posted it on YouTube for all the sense it makes. Three badly-performed scenarios, starring himself and his fellow “MOUSA-teer”, Too Magnificent… each one repeating itself with the same inane drivel that I expect from men like Oleksa Drachewych, Jake Starr and Christian Savior. Still, I will confess one thing: the ‘Most Wasted Man on the Planet’ certainly lived up to his name… I wasted ten minutes of my life on that shit. Not one word about the opposition. Both Adams and Ethan are part of this match, to my knowledge, because of the on-going feud between the Society and the so-called “Empire” of IWC, comprised of Simon Cagero and one Johnny Kingdom. Yet neither of the Society members have a mention in Cagero’s bullshit campaign speech. Instead, all he can do is moan and muse over having to team with ‘The Enemy’… SCW. This is supposed to be the man that ran rampant with the IWC World Title? …if that statement holds a fraction of truth to it, all I can say… and it turns my stomach to do so… is thank God for Christian Savior! I detest that self-sanctimonious bastard with every drop of blood in my veins… but at least Savior will fight. He’ll enter that ring with one thing in mind: Absolute Dominance. The challenger doesn’t matter, the stipulation doesn’t matter… for all his endless bitching, Savior will fight if he has no other option. But, from what I’ve seen… Simon Cagero has no fight at all. No fight, no balls, and no place being in this match! The same can be said for his ‘partner’… Johnny Kingdom. Like Cagero, I know next to nothing about the man, except that both he and Wheeler found themselves brutalized by Adams and the Society the last time Riot aired. You would think that, like Rupp, retribution was foremost in his mind, and he would make his presence in this match known without any shadow of a doubt… but you would be wrong. Instead, Kingdom has hidden himself in those shadows, refusing to even show his face… out of shame… and out of fear. So be it. Two of my ‘partners’ have proven themselves useless. One of them is nothing but a gutless piece of shit, and the other one doesn’t have the brain-cells necessary to be anything but a damned punching bag! …with any luck, I can throw Cagero in the ring to distract Ethan and Adams, while picking out Winchester or Riddick for a quick assault. That still leaves Davis unattended, unless Rupp manages to keep the man occupied. But, there is still one more man slated to my side of the field… who has also kept quiet. Chris Lawler… the former ‘General’ of Supreme Championship Wrestling. I’ve seen the title associated with him for the last five years, but he’s held it since before my arrival, so the origins behind it have always been something of an amusing mystery to me. Almost as amusing as the irony that the so-called ‘General’ has not only failed to take charge of this ‘heroic army’ of ours… he’s fled the battlefield! … I can remember a time when Lawler was a man to be feared, not for his skill so much as his volatile temper, and super-human strength. I can still remember him lifting the monstrous Xander Valentine onto his shoulders, only to heave him halfway across the ring like a child’s toy. The same man carried both Glacier, and the harlot they fought over, Holly Adams, to the top of a fifty-foot scaffolding by one hand each, before hurling them both back to the ground. Less than a month ago, he declared war on Christian Savior, mounting a bloody rampage that saw the so-called ‘Phoenix’ left in a broken heap on more than one occasion. And now, he’s turned his attention to Adam Riddick, for reasons that seem to be Lawler’s alone. Four men, all with more than enough reason to be standing at my side… and instead, I find myself standing alone in the center of the war zone as the enemy circles. Still, I’ll be honest… I prefer it that way. All my life, I’ve been alone. One or two people came in here and there… some good… some not, but the one constant has always been me. I built my career off being the one man who could withstand. The one man who could stand up against the monsters, the demons and the immortals of this business, and leave them shattered at my feet. Like stained glass, I used to say. People walk into a church, and stand in awe of the detail and mastery it takes to create the kind of indescribable beauty in those windows. But, no matter how beautiful or how breath-taking they are… they’re still just glass… and glass breaks all too easily. ++++++++++++++++++++ “Sir?” Snapped out of his thoughts, Miller blinked the daze away, and slowly glanced up at the middle-aged attendant standing beside his seat. Reaching up to rub the strain from his eyes, he glanced at the first of what he assumed would be a multitude of entries into his electronic journal. He’d tried keeping one once before, years ago. Back then, it had been suggested by a psychiatrist as a way to keep his stress level down. He hadn’t listened, but if the kind of zone he’d slipped into writing this one was any clue, maybe there was something to this whole ‘diary’ thing after all. Shaking the last of the cobwebs out of his mind, he saved the entry and closed the laptop, before finally looking back to the woman with a smile. “Yes?” A little irritated at having to wait, the woman offered the best smile she could, before motioning to the laptop. “We’ll be landing shortly, so you need to shut that off and stow it, please.” “Fine.” Matching the strained politeness he’d heard in her voice, Miller twisted his lips into a cruel mimic of the smile she’d given him, before slipping the computer back into its case, zipping it shut. Leaning back, he closed his eyes and settled his head against the rest, easing the seat back upright and crossing his feet at the ankles, honing in on the whine of the engines. For the most part, he was still thinking about the entry he’d just made. He hadn’t planned on going on as long as he did, but something had taken over halfway through… something that obviously knew things he wasn’t willing to admit… such as the fact that Winchester honestly scared him. Not in a horrific terror kind of way, but he unnerved him. He wasn’t used to people being able to keep up with him. Not on the mat, and not in the grapple. Gable had been there to meet, counter and surpass him each and every time. That just didn’t happen, and what made it worse, was Winchester knew it. He knew that he had him. He knew he could match him, and he was playing to it every single chance he got. Back in the three-way, he’d tried to keep his attention on Hunter with the sole purpose of avoiding Winchester… but now he didn’t have that luxury. In three days, he’d find himself looking into Winchester’s eyes again. He’d see the confidence. The self-assuredness that came with knowing you had someone’s number. Hell, it was the same kind of look HE’D had against Winters, against Angel and Wheeler, against John Raide all the way back in the Underground Federation. Magazines, reporters, message boards… they all knew that look. It was his ‘trademark’, right after the temper. The fiery light that blazed in his eyes when he came to the ring; knowing he’d be the one walking out the winner. But, that was before he met Gable Winchester. That fire still burned… he could feel it in his gut… see the raging flames every time he looked into his own reflection… but something had changed. At first, he’d figured it was just rust from too much time away from the ring. But now… now he was starting to wonder if he still had the same kind of power he once had. Three years ago, two years ago, men like Winchester would have been ‘fun’ for him. Someone to play around and toy with until he got bored, like a cat with a crippled mouse. He’d put them through their paces, give the crowd a little ‘back and forth’, then knock their ass cold and head back to his room. Things just weren’t that simple anymore. Still… he wasn’t about to consider himself ‘done’. He couldn’t. This was all he had, all he knew. If the day ever came that he couldn’t compete anymore… he might as well swallow a fucking bullet. He was born a fighter, he lived as a fighter, and he’d damn well DIE fighting. Whatever the hell this was, he’d fight through it the way he did everything else. And If it meant pushing himself to a whole new level… so be it. [align=center]“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please. We are beginning our descent into New York at this time, and will be landing at JFK International Airport within the next fifteen minutes. We ask that all chairs and tray-tables be returned to their full upright and locked positions, and all electronic devices be turned off and stowed away. We thank you for choosing Alaskan Airlines, and hope you enjoy your stay.”[/align] Giving a half-hearted look up towards the middle of the cabin, where the attendants were strapping themselves in for the landing, he spotted the sour-faced one watching him from her seat. He’d recognized her voice over the intercom, even without the added notation about electronics. Staring at him a moment longer, she finally looked to one of the other women, the two of them slipping into a bout of private gossip while he turned his attention to the window, watching the sprawling landscape of New York City growing bigger as the plane dropped lower. Somewhere in there, Gable Winchester was waiting for him. [align=center]====================[/align] Slinging the strap of his duffel over his shoulder, Miller stepped out of the elevator as the doors slid open, letting him out into the long, modest hallway. White paint made the space seem bigger than it was, and the small paintings hung on the walls were just fancy enough to look expensive… despite the fact they probably came from some amateur gallery down in the Square. Turning the corner, he studied the numbers on the doors, each one fitted with a gold-plated frame, until he found room 341. Dropping the electronic card into the reader, he waited for the green light before pushing inside. The interior of the room had the same kind of simple elegance as the hallway. Plain white paint, with some hardwood trims around the frames and edges, with subtle sand-colored carpeting. Pretty much the typical hotel room, but a little nicer than you’d find in a ‘Ho-Jo’ or La Quinta. Dropping his bag at the foot of the bed, he crossed to the lace curtains and pulled them open, exposing the sliding glass door that led out onto a private viewing balcony with a perfect view of Central Park. From where he stood, he could already see hundreds, if not thousands of tiny figures scattered across the miles of greenery that made up the infamous setting. Pulling the door open, he closed his eyes for a second as the cool breeze flooded the heated air of the room. Instantly, the endless symphony of blaring horns, scattered voices and the general cacophony of ‘big city living’ echoed from below as he stepped out onto the balcony. Folding his arms atop the brass railing that enclosed the marble ledge; he leaned against the fencing, and peered down onto the street. There was something about being up above it all. Something he couldn’t describe, but knew was there… Down below, people crowded the sidewalks, rushing, pushing and shoving to get wherever it was they felt they simply had to be in that moment. Drivers laid on the horns, while others screamed out their windows. It was anarchy. Pure and simple anarchy… and yet, only three stories up, things were different… Up here, there was no such thing as traffic. No horns, no screaming, no mad rush to be anywhere… all there was, was clean air, a cool breeze, a breath-taking view… and the peace needed to appreciate it. Still, as peaceful as the scenery was, it did nothing to settle his thoughts. Winchester was still out there somewhere, along with Davis, Adams and the others. Five men… and he had no choice but to take them down himself. Even if Rupp, Lawler, or one of the two bastards from the Cartel bothered to speak out about the match, it was too late. They’d proven themselves useless. No-one would listen, and no-one would care. Half the world had probably written them off as ‘Lost Causes’ by now… and the ones that hadn’t were only watching the match for the beating everyone expected them to get from the ‘bad guys’. Sucking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes and pushed up to onto his arms, shifting so he could curl his fingers around the cold, smooth brass. Squeezing the solid metal hard enough to crack knuckles, he lowered his head, feeling the beast within lifting its own, jaws wide in a bellowing roar of defiance. They could watch as long as they wanted. They could sit on the edge of their fucking seats all night, if they wanted to! …he wasn’t going to be beat! …he was going to do what he did best: FIGHT. It didn’t matter if it was Davis, Winchester, Ethan, or all five of them at once… he’d stand his ground, and dare them to bring everything they had. Then he’d take it, survive it, and shove it right back down their fucking throats! Another scream echoed through the back of his head as the dragon stretched, the muscular coils shifting through his innards, brushing up against his soul as he opened his eyes and stared out over the New York City landscape. He couldn’t see the Hammerstein from here, but he knew it was there… looming just behind the horizon, waiting for him… waiting for them. Pulling another breath into his lungs, he rolled his shoulders, feeling the muscles stretch and loosen for the coming battle. A battle that would leave the Ballroom bathed in blood from the broken bodies left scattered across the canvas… and in the center of it all, he alone would remain standing. Davis, Ethan, Adams, Riddick or Winchester… it didn’t make one damned bit of difference who he had to put down… down they would fucking go! …he might not be the “Assassin” anymore, but he would always, ALWAYS be the “Undying”! …and if he had to take out five of the greatest performers in the business to make it clear… then so be it …that’s what he’d damned well do! Snapping one hand into a hard-balled fist, he hammered it down on the brass railing, drawing a dull tone from the hollow metal as it reverberated under the impact. Pain flared for a moment, but melted instantly as the adrenaline flooded his veins. Peering out over the city a second longer, he finally turned back into the room, leaving the door open behind him so the cool wind could circulate. Little by little the chaos in his mind started to level out, leaving him coiled, but collected. Reaching for the duffel, he lifted it to the foot of the bed and started unpacking his gear along with a change of clothes for the two nights he’d stay. Once he had everything squared away, he peeled off his shirt and tossed it across the back of the chair on his way to the bathroom. Everything was white, from the tiles in the shower, to the marble counter and porcelain sinks. The only exceptions were the knobs and spigots. They were made of the same polished brass as the door handle and balcony railing. Sliding the shower door open, he twisted the wheel as far left as he could get it, spilling a cascade of scalding hot water across his arm. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he turned his hand, letting the burning liquid spill between his fingers and over his knuckles, savoring the feel of it. Slapping the toilet closed, he stripped out of the rest of his clothes and left them folded up on top of the lid before stepping in under the spray. He screamed instantly as the blistering spray pounded the back of his shoulders, etching trails of searing agony down his back… but, it helped. “FUCK!” Slamming both hands against the wall, he pressed his forehead to the cool tiles, squeezing his eyes shut as he forced himself to keep still under the intense temperature. Slowly, very slowly, he felt the ache dying away. Little by little, his skin reddened under the blazing cascade, before he felt the tightness in his muscles beginning to ease. The pain in his spine melted away under the steaming water, and eventually he turned to face the fiery wash, hissing a breath in through clenched teeth as the pain flared anew, down the front of his body this time. Clawing his fingertips into the tile, he dipped his head beneath the raging downpour, uttering a stuttered whimper as the liquid inferno stabbed down onto the nape of his neck. Closing his eyes, he found IT there. Waiting for him… waiting to take away the pain. Digging his fingertips into the cold ceramic, he stared into the darkness… into the crimson glow of the dragon’s eyes. He could feel the beast’s embrace, as the coils circled around his soul, infusing him with the animal’s strength. A soft, quit hiss in the back of his mind distracted him from the scalding water, drawing him towards other thoughts… images… memories. He remembered the look of terror in the IWC driver’s eyes as he brought the axe down towards Jackson’s title belt. The way the blood erupted from his forehead after he’d smashed him down into the golden plate. Lifting his face into the burning spray, he fisted his hands against the wall, driving a solid punch into the fragile tiles. One of them cracked under the force, spilling fragments down into the swirling vortex circling the drain. The beast shifted itself again, crushing him tighter, increasing its hold as he flashed back to the beating at the hands of Winchester and the Society… Another shot hammered the already fractured ceramics, sending even bigger pieces collapsing to the floor beneath his feet. Twisting his head, he dipped it beneath the spray before shoving back, feeling the impact as his body connected with the back wall. Snapping his eyes open, he stared at the destruction in front of him. Jagged fissures had opened up in the tiles, most of which were crushed, or had torn loose under the impacts. Reaching for the knob, he lowered the intensity of the spray, dropping it down to a lukewarm flow before slumping back against the rear wall. Without the fiery torrent to distract him, the sting in his knuckles finally drew his attention down to the tattered flesh of his right hand. Blood pooled between his fingers, spilling down to the snow-white floor, where it swirled around the drain with the clumps of broken tile. Pulling a deep breath into his lungs, he just lifted the hand into the spray, gritting his teeth a bit as the water washed the wounds clean. They weren’t that deep, but would need wrapping. Eventually, he shut the water off and stepped out onto the smooth marble floor. The steam from the first fifteen minutes had enveloped the bathroom in a thick cloud. Pushing through the haze, he grabbed one of the smaller rags off the rack and used it to clear a view to the mirror. Setting his hands to the counter, he hunched a bit, peering into the cold green glass of his eyes. Buried in the emerald pools, he saw an uncontrollable monster… a relentless warrior… and the broken shell of a man all merged into one. Taking a deep breath, he studied the lines etched into his face, half-hidden beneath the unshaven stubble that shadowed his jaw. Each one of them told a story… of survival …defiance… and fortitude. His life was built around the simple fact that nothing would stop him… nothing COULD stop him… as long as he could fight. [align=center]====================[/align] The cushion welcomed him as he leaned back in the seat, propping one booted foot on the chair in front of him, his attention focused on the half-dozen crewmen finishing the ring construction. Less than a day remained until he stood on one of those aprons, across the ring from five of the most dominant men in the industry. Four men would stand beside him… but with their silent cowardice over the past two weeks, he’d lost all faith in them. Even Rupp had chickened out. Not a single word from any of them. Letting out a heavy sigh, he brought a hand up to scrub at his face. Most of the confidence he’d built up the day before was starting to wane. Did he really expect to win? …did he honestly think he had a chance to pull this off? Shockingly, the answer was still ‘Yes’… he just wasn’t as certain about it as he had been. Flying into New York, he’d convinced himself that nothing could stop him. Nothing could stand in his way… but maybe that’s where he went wrong all the time. How many people had he beaten because they were too arrogant to think they could lose? …how many times had his ‘upsets’ been the result of an opponent’s mistake? ...counting off the top of his head, he was pretty sure they all fit into one of those categories. He wouldn’t make that same mistake. He’d made it against Winchester, and the humiliation from the loss was still ripping at his gut like a rusted knife. Every time he turned around, every time he signed onto the internet, he was reminded of it. Pictures of Winchester being held up by the referee after the Backdrop, or the look of shock on his own face as the official reminded him of the ban. Losing to Reckless hadn’t been this much of a disgrace! …and jokes about THAT were STILL floating around on the message forums. Dropping his foot back to the ground, he leaned forward, bracing his arms to his knees as he locked his fingers and propped his chin to his knuckles. No. He wouldn’t make that same mistake. Just because he KNEW he could make this happen… he wasn’t about to go into the match thinking he was Superman. He couldn’t overpower all five of them; no matter how good he was… he’d need to split them up first. Hopefully, that’s where the rest of the ‘dead weight’ he was carrying into the match would make themselves useful. Rupp and Davis would single each other out almost immediately, which was perfect since Davis was probably the second-biggest threat after the Porno Lad. Riddick could be an issue, unless Lawler managed to keep him under wraps… but he had his doubts about that. Lawler was a brute, but what he had in power, he lacked in strategy and experience… two of Riddick’s strengths. No, he couldn’t depend on Lawler at all, which meant Riddick was a loose end… a wild card he’d need to keep his eyes on. Then there was Adams. So far, he hadn’t heard anything about his little ‘escapade’ with the Submissions title, but he knew that didn’t mean it’d gone unnoticed. Sooner or later, Adams would be coming after him. Luckily, Jackson wasn’t the supreme talent he thought he was. He was quick and he was crisp, but he was also single-minded. He locked himself into a game-plan, and followed it down to the last detail, no deviations, no improvisation, nothing… he was an open book. Still, Adams’ ground game was just as good as his, meaning getting him down would still take every trick in the book… if not a few new ones. If push came to shove, maybe he could lead Jackson over to Kingdom or Cagero and turn them loose on the outside, just to keep them out of the way. But that still left the biggest problem of all: Gable Winchester. There was no way in hell Winchester would let him mount any kind of offence against the others. He’d break it up every single time… meaning he had to find a way to get the man down and out as fast as possible. An assault on the legs, a spike on the head, an elbow to the jaw… something… ANYTHING. There was no way around it. Unless he got Winchester out of the equation, it was all over before it even started. “I guess there’s no point asking if you’re nervous.” Nick eased into the seat beside him, draping his arms over the back of the chair as he looked out over the Ballroom. After a couple minutes, he glanced back to his friend, noting the white tape wrapped around his left hand. “What happened?” Turning his fist just enough to glimpse the blood-stained bandage, he couldn’t help the ghostly smile that rippled on his lips for a second. “Remodeled the shower in my hotel room.” Cracking a smirk of his own, Nick let it spread into a subtle grin as he shook his head. “Should’ve known you’d never change. What, they use the wrong color tile or something? …the hell's got you worked up? …the match?” “What else?” Leaning back against the cushion again, Miller slouched a bit, folding his arms across his chest as he stared down at the empty ring. “Two weeks, man… two whole weeks, and no-one’s said a damned thing!” A tic twitched at the corner of his mouth, but vanished as his lips twisted into a stone-hard scowl. “But it’s fine… don’t need ‘em. I can win this by myself, right? …I can use them to play decoy, and sneak the win off whoever’s left behind.” Turning his head, he shot Nick a look he hoped was convincing enough, before letting his head fall back against the top of the chair, his eyes falling shut. “Do it yourself? …David, are you kidding? …please tell me you’re kidding.” When he didn’t get an answer, Nick turned in his seat with an incredulous stare. “You’re not kidding?! …David, this isn’t some battle royal against the damned Dynasty! …this is Porno Lad, Adam Riddick, Justin Davis …these guys will KILL you if they get half the chance! …and you think you’re just gonna’ waltz in there all by yourself?!” “Does it look like I have a choice?!” Opening his eyes, Miller turned his head to lock his gaze with Nick’s. “Everyone except Davis has gone on a rampage! …even Winchester’s cracking jokes about this shit! …did you catch his last one? …the kid KNOWS the guys pussied out, and he’s ripping into them like Freddy-fucking-Kruger!” Straightening with a heavy sigh, he draped his arms across his thighs again, rubbing his palms over his eyes before just leaving his face cupped. “I don’t know if they honestly don’t have the balls or if this is some kind of sick joke… I don’t even want to know… all I DO know, is that whatever fans I have left, they expect me to show up tomorrow night and fight. They expect me to show up and climb into that ring like I don’t give a damn whether I have backup or not.” Dropping his hands away, he curled his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing at the fat muscle as he shook his head. “I ain’t got too many people left on my side, Nick. I got Aria… I got you… and I got whatever’s left of them… that’s it.” From where he sat, he could almost picture the thousands of people that would crowd the Hammerstein in less than twenty-four hours. Turning to look his friend in the eye, he just shook his head again. “I've lost everything else, Nick… Kayla... Michael... So this is it… this is all I have left!” He hated that he sounded so damned weak, but whatever it was turning his voice into that strained whine of a plea, he couldn’t stop it. “I CAN'T lose this too… I just can’t.” Silence fell between the two men, before Miller just leaned back in his seat again, his eyes turned out onto the open space of the Ballroom. He wished he hadn’t mentioned Kayla. Having her here would have made things a hell of a lot easier. She would have agreed with Nick…told him he was crazy… that he was basically heading out on a suicide mission… but she would have let him go. Maybe even gone out to the ring with him, just so he’d know someone was there. Someone was on his side. Letting his eyes drop to his hands, he ran the pad of his thumb along the dark letters inked into the ring finger on his right hand. Part of him still wasn’t sure where things went wrong. She’d mentioned his temper in the divorce, the fear that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from going too far. She’d never trusted the dragon… called it a ‘demon’, a sickness that he needed to cure, but he hadn’t listened. He’d become too addicted to the power. It was that same power that had made him the Underground Champion over the likes of Jay Gold and the Real Speed. It was that same power that left him standing over the broken bodies of World Champions Shawn Winters and Jason Wheeler. It was that same power that made him the most dangerous man in Supreme Championship Wrestling! …and now, he needed that same power once again. Still… if it meant one last chance to look into her eyes? ...he wouldn’t hesitate to give it up in an instant. “David? …you ok?” Nick’s voice finally managed to pierce the thoughts clouding his mind. Blinking out of it as best he could, he turned to see his friend watching him with a concerned knit in his brow, one hand already squeezing his shoulder. He hadn’t even felt the contact. Reaching up to brush the hand away, he just nodded, trying to bring the whirlwind in his head back under control. It had come down to a choice. And he’d made his… Whether it was the right one or not… he still wasn’t sure. “Yeah.” It was a lie. A bold-faced lie, and he knew Nick knew it, but at least he had the decency not to call him on it. “Just zoned out for a minute… got to thinking about stuff.” “Uh-huh…” Draping his arm over the back of the chair, he turned to look down into the ring as well. “…so you’re really serious? …about flying solo on this one?” Miller just nodded. “Yeah… I am. The others can do what they want, but as far as I’m concerned, I’m the only one standing in that ring. Either I’ll prove once and for all that I’m still the man that brought SCW to its knees… or I’ll die on mine. That’s all there is to it.” Turning to look at him, Nick went silent, just watching the emotions play across his friend’s face, before he nodded, too. “Ok.” After that, neither of them spoke. Turning his attention back to the ring again, Miller leaned forward in his seat, resuming the position he’d taken earlier when Nick found him. Deep inside, just beneath the surface, he felt the dragon preparing itself. He could feel the power growing, spreading through his soul, his mind and his muscles, heightening him to that impossible pinnacle. Would it be enough? …he honestly didn’t know… didn’t even want to guess. But it wouldn’t stop him from unleashing it on every last one of them. |
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| Ruppy | Feb 27 2010, 12:01 PM Post #12 |
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That Caring, Creative Soul Sitting In the Corner
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Aaron Rupp Journal Entry Wednesday, February 24, 2010 [align=center]It's the same story one more time... I came close, but I had the win stolen from me by my opponent, thus keeping me away from a world title. I can at least say that I'm glad Thorn prevailed at the end of it all, so Starr has someone respectable to face at Retribution. As for Justin Davis... this isn't over, not by a long shot. You cheated to beat me, and soon you'll realize that you made a big mistake in doing so. That's one good thing I guess I can say about what's coming up. SCW is going to partner up with a company that, from what I understand, is supposedly an enemy so they can put on a supershow for fans in both companies to enjoy. For one night, SCW and IWC are going to partner up to present the 2 For 1 Special. As I've seen over the course of the past week or so, most of the IWC guys aren't too thrilled about this and simply came out with all guns blazing, claiming that they are superior to SCW in every possible way. As much as I'd love to represent SCW to shut their mouths, and also give their egos a reality check, this event really doesn't hold my interest. I know I'm supposed to come out and be proud to represent SCW, but to be honest... I haven't really been fond of dual-company shows. Something like this always happens with people getting into pointless arguments and all-out brawls over which company is superior to the other. Wrestling is supposed to be about the fans and giving them the show they deserve, not which company is better than the other. Sadly, nobody understands this because they have difficulty seeing beyond their own egos. At the 2 For 1 Special, I'm booked to compete in a 10-Man Tag Match where I'll team with two other members of the SCW roster and two members from the IWC roster to face a similarly-arranged team, good guys vs. bad guys. I don't know if this was somebody's way of trying to make sure I didn't feel left out, but I'd have rather stayed at home and prepared for my upcoming match on Breakdown against the returning Glacier and then shift gears to Retribution, where I've been given a shot at the Adrenaline Title as a reward for how well I did in the tournament. Then again, this could be good for me. I've never been one to back down from a challenge, and I could use this to strengthen myself heading into the next two matches. Plus, I'll have a chance to pay Davis back for the shit he pulled to eliminate me from the tournament. Maybe he'll learn not to mess with someone who has a known history of anger issues. Regardless, this might turn out to be a good exercise for me after all. I doubt it'll be an exercise in teamwork, since my partners all have their own agendas. But it'll be a good way for me to prepare for the other challenges that lie ahead...[/align] [align=center]--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/align] The scene opens to find Aaron Rupp at home, sitting at the desk in his study and closing some kind of book. (For those that can’t figure it out, it’s his personal journal for therapy purposes.) The window in front of the desk is uncovered by the curtains that are usually in front of it to reveal the fact that it’s snowing outside at the moment. He’s dressed in gray sweatpants and a gray Huron Soccer t-shirt. Aaron grabs an open can of Pepsi that’s on the edge of the desk and takes a drink of it before standing up and turning his back to the desk so he can face the camera. “Forgive me if I don’t sound like myself here, given that I usually talk about honor and respect and how this sport needs people who can actually care about giving the fans a show and not obsessing over titles or how skilled they think they are… but I just don’t see the point in trying. Plain and simple, I don’t really see what purpose I’m supposed to serve here. SCW and IWC are banding together for one night to put on a supershow for all the fans of both worlds, yet the IWC guys strut around talking about how they’re superior in every way and all that jazz, even in the match I’m in where members from both sides are going to team up for an old-fashioned showdown between good guys and bad guys. Really… I see no reason for my name to be in this match. As much as I’d love to represent SCW and defend my company, that’s something I can’t really do in a match where I’m teaming with guys from IWC. Besides, I have no beef with anybody from IWC, and I really don’t care much about their claims of ‘superiority’ when my sole focus is trying to carry on the Liberation Dogma in SCW while Brayden Walker is out of commission. I’m starting to think that I was put in this match just to make sure I’d have something to do for the supershow. While I can respect that, I find it difficult to focus on a match like this when I have two bigger SCW-related challenges waiting for me in the coming week. That said… I’m not simply going to back out of this match. As much as some of my opponents might want to think that I should be afraid of their talent, it’s kind of hard to be afraid of something when you don’t fear anything at all. I don’t back down from a challenge, and I’m going to walk into this match ready for war.” Aaron slowly shakes his head, a glare in his emerald eyes now. “This is, however, one amongst my opponents that has earned my undivided attention over the other four. Congratulations to Justin Davis for setting himself up perfectly to get his ass handed to him at the 2 For 1 Special. You’re going to find that getting on my bad side is not the best career move you could’ve made. Now… why would I want to focus moreso on Davis over anyone else? I’m sure the likes of Gable Winchester and Porno Lad are up in arms right now that I’m not concerned about them, but I couldn’t really care. The fact of the matter is, Davis set himself up for a taste of retribution before the appropriately-named SCW pay-per-view could roll around. I wasn’t too happy about the whole ‘pulling my tights’ thing you resorted to in order to eliminate me from the SCW Title #1 Contender’s Tournament. I’ve had a long and bothersome history with coming close to a world title or getting a shot at one, only for someone to find a way to screw me over in the end. You’re just another name added to the list of those who cost me a shot at the top, and that gives me every reason to make sure you’re unable to leave the Hammerstein Ballroom under your own power on February 28. I don’t mind losing, because I’m the kind of guy who learns from his failures and shortcomings and uses them to better himself. That said, there’s no way I can better myself if my loss was because you decided you wanted a handful of my tights at the very end. That’s the kind of loss that bothers me, because it just shows how desperate you were at the very end when I started fighting back. Yeah, you pinned me, but you didn’t prove you were better than me. You couldn’t keep me down under normal circumstances, so you had to take the low road to try and ensure your place in the finals because you were so worried that once I got the momentum going in my favor you wouldn’t be able to stop me. How bright is the star of the co-winner of the Star of Tomorrow award if he needs to grab my tights to beat me, and then ends up tripping and falling flat on his face when he gets so close to the finish line? I’d say the whole idea of ‘doing whatever it takes to win’ came back to bite you in the ass when Breakdown came to a close. You had to cheat to get past me, and ultimately it didn’t matter because Thorn laid you out and won the whole thing. Does it hurt knowing that you had the big production of Jake Starr vs. Justin Davis for the SCW Title in the main event of Retribution all played out in your head, and now you’ll never get that opportunity because someone who was willing to play by the rules because he could succeed that way wanted it more than you did on that night? I hope you keep in mind that the low road will often lead you to a dead end, because I don’t fall for the same trick twice. Don’t expect to beat me again by rolling me up and hooking the tights for leverage. You think I was a challenge in that tournament? I’ll make sure you remember who I am and what I stand for when I get through with you at the 2 For 1 Special.” Aaron pauses to take a deep breath to compose himself before continuing. “Moving on to the other people in this match… Long time no see Porno Lad. I’m not surprised to see you still thinking you’re the greatest thing to ever grace the squared circle. Maybe you should think more carefully about what you say before it comes flying out of your mouth, because you were trying to talk a mile a minute. Tell me something… if I don’t matter to you and you could care less about me, then why are you also saying you’re going to show me the difference between Porno Lad competing at 100% and Porno Lad competing at 25%? If I really don’t matter to you, and you also suggesting that I just run away to save myself the ‘embarrassment’ I’m supposed to feel should I face you, then why even bother saying anything to me at all? I could’ve gone with not needing to hear my name come out of your mouth, since you still give me a headache whenever I try to listen to you speak. That hasn’t changed between now and then. Besides… for a guy who didn’t give a shit about competing in SCW and only wanted a paycheck, you sure had a lot of interest in trying to get a shot at the Tag Titles when Liberation held them. You had a chance to prove how I’m not really worth your time when you and Ace Marshall had a non-title match against Brayden and me, and not even a Porno Lad at 25% could stop Liberation from prevailing. Really, there’s nothing about you I believe I should be afraid of. I don’t care if you really are more talented than I am or if you’re just trying to make yourself seem talented, because the fact of the matter is I’m not going to back down. Not to you, not to anyone. Ever heard the expression ‘Every dog has his day’? Anyone can win at any given time, regardless of the circumstances. Don’t expect me to back down to the likes of you when I already hold a win over you in some form, 100% effort or not on your part. I’ll always step into that ring to give it my all, and that’s not going to change just because you think I’m supposed to be afraid of you.” Aaron rolls his eyes. “While we’re on the subject of people who think I’d be better off running away because they think I’m supposed to be either impressed or intimidated by them, let’s shift gears to Gable Winchester now. You said you don’t have any ill will against me, and I can say the same for you. My only real focus in this match is Justin Davis, but I felt obligated to say something to you since you feel I’m supposed to sit up and take notice of what you’ve done so far while taking potshots at the fact that I lost to Davis while, conveniently, ignoring how he beat me. Why does it not surprise me that you choose to ignore the most important of details just so you can try and give your ego the illusion that you’re better than me? You have talent, and I can’t deny that, but you’ve got a long way to go before you can consider yourself better than me, Gable. Like I just got through telling Porno Lad, I’m not going to run away. If it comes down to me being the only one left standing against your entire team, I’ll stand and fight. I never back down from a challenge, and a 5-on-1 doesn’t scare me. You think if you guys ‘Run Wild’ that you’ll keep me down? You’ll have to do a lot more than that to keep someone like me down and out.” Aaron pauses so he can reach back and grab the can of Pepsi, taking a drink from it before setting it back on the desk. “Now we come to Adam Riddick, a man who I hear is supposed to be an SCW legend despite the fact that I’ve never really heard of him. Don’t take that as a sign of disrespect, Adam, but I’ve looked through most of SCW’s history and never really found anything about you. Guess it seems kind of fitting since you really don’t know who I am. Let me tell you exactly who I am… I’m a man who only has one real goal in SCW, and that’s to eliminate the arrogance and egotism to make wrestling more respectful and enjoyable for the fans. I can say this much, though… for someone who’s supposed to be on the side of the ‘bad guys’ here, you really don’t come off as one to me. It’s more like you’re just the kind of guy who does whatever he wants, and the fans more often than not don’t like it. You were a lot more respectful than I’d expected, and as long as you’re willing to stick with it, I can find it in me to show you respect as well. Only those who respect me and give me a great match earn my respect. When that bell rings, you can expect to see me very best. I’ll go ahead and wish you the best of luck. Don’t disappoint me and make this all for naught.” Aaron cracks his neck from side to side. “And last but not least, we have Jackson Adams, a man who thinks he’s so great he can just appear on camera to talk mostly about how he’s disgusted with the main event because half of it is SCW and the other half consists of guys that are in both SCW and IWC, but bring up mention that aside from himself and Porno Lad everybody else in this match is worthless. Jackson, I seem to remember you coming to SCW briefly because you wanted to compete at SCW’s End of the Year Special to try and show SCW up, and you failed in that effort. Now… one thing you said really bothers me. You said the IWC fans are about wrestling, dignity, and respect while the SCW fans are basically trash. I can’t even begin to point out the kind of ignorance that logic presents. Are you supposed to be the kind of person those IWC fans look up to then? I’m trying to make sense of this, because from what I’ve seen you’re anything but respectful. As much as you think SCW is full of people who are worthless and don’t know the first thing about this business, you’re forgetting about people like me. I’ve been in this business for four years and wrestled for numerous companies, most of them referring to themselves as the best wrestling company around. Some have lived up to that claim, others haven’t. One thing they all had in common was a fan base that showed up because they enjoyed the performance they saw guys like us put on. SCW fans are no different, and you’d be able to see that if you pulled your head out of your ass for five minutes. Besides… I came to SCW with the intention of cleaning up all the arrogance and bringing honor and respect back to IWC. If what you say is true, then would I be better off being a part of the IWC roster then? I mean, you said it was more respectful. Or would I not be allowed just because I chose SCW first because at that time I was unaware that IWC even existed? It’s an honest question Jackson, and I’d love to hear what answer you spout off. Regardless, you’ll know what I’m all about and what I’m capable of when that bell rings, so you won’t have that much longer to wait before you end up eating the shit that came out of your mouth.” Aaron cracks his knuckles. “I’ve made my intentions in this match pretty clear, I think. My only real target is Justin Davis, because revenge is something I deserve after being cheated out of a win, and the other men I have to face are just there to try and keep him away from me if they can. It doesn’t matter to me which of you I may end up in the ring with, because sooner or later that one man opposing me will be Davis, and he’ll learn why you should never try to piss off a sleeping bear. That said, I’ll see you guys in a few days.” Fade to black. |
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| Sean | Feb 27 2010, 06:34 PM Post #13 |
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The One They Forgot
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Who Cares OOC:Yeah, I know it's only the promo. I wasn't really feeling it this week on the creative side of things. But, I'm happy I was able to put the promo together. Sorry for it being soooo late. I just procrastinate a little too much, lol. Anyways. Good luck gentlemen. |
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