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| Helms, Bishop & Deboniar vs Knight, Dillusion & Re | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 11 2010, 12:18 PM (223 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Mar 11 2010, 12:18 PM Post #1 |
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David Helms, Bishop Steele & Fred Debonair vs. Lucas Knight, Dillusion & Sketch Retro Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, March 16, 2010 RP Limit: 2 RP per person, per match ~~Good Luck to Everyone!~~ |
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| Debonair | Mar 15 2010, 07:44 PM Post #2 |
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Date: March 13th, 2010. Time: 15:00. Location: Unknown. [align=center]:::The underside of the oak wooden desk has a colt .45 taped to it, the feet have black loafers, the legs white suit pants. The chair that is being sat on is black, also oak but clearly painted, the suit jacket’s also white but the shirt underneath is black. The owner of the suit and Colt .45 is a man by the name of Richard, or Richie, Valencia. He is a top priority in the Genovese crime family and one of the supposed creators of the merger between them and ‘The Westies’ of Hells Kitchen. Right now he sits in his ‘meeting room’ and awaits the arrival of Fred Debonair who just so happens to be walking through the door, as we speak. Fred walks up, to the table and extends his hand as Valencia stands up and does the same, they shake and Richie holds his hand toward another oak black chair situated right behind Debonair, who looks back at it before sitting down. He isn’t dressed as sharply today, in fact he is dressed in a pair of faded denim jeans, a pair of black sneakers and a hooded sweatshirt, with the words “Superdry JPN” across the front. Fred pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lights one, holding the pack out to Richie Valencia who shakes his head, in the negatory before clearing his throat to speak but Fred holds his hand up and stops him:::[/align] Debonair – Before you even begin Richie, I’d like to know one thing... Was the shooting of my boy Daniel O’Halloran an accident or did you purposely shoot him? Valencia – It was an accident, Fred. I thought he was an intruder and had no idea O’Halloran was even out of jail until I switched on the flood-lights, realizing what I’d done. I called an ambulance instantly and kept pressure on the wound prior to them arriving... Ask the feds, they had me down at the precinct until seven the next morning. Debonair – I believe you man, but this is getting out of hand... I mean what’s next? I know someone took Tommy G the other week and as of yet, nothing’s come of the search but this is getting fuckin’ ridiculous! Valencia – You’re telling me, Fred. But here’s the thing... We’ve been thinking about this, trying to ascertain exactly who would gain from this and so far we’ve got nothing! You guys wouldn’t gain from the merger not going as planned, we Genovese’s definitely wouldn’t so who would? The Triad? I don’t think so... The Marconi family? Possibly, but that’s extremely unlikely considering those boys don’t even have the numbers to pull off a Coke shipment. No, this has to go beyond anyone and anything we’ve ever dealt with, previously. Debonair – That’s exactly where my mind set was at, before coming here today... There is nobody on my radar, at least not at the moment, who I can think of who would benefit; in fact the majority of people involved with either side would benefit more then merger, than anything else! So, what now?[align=center] :::Fred pulls on his cigarette, inhaling deeply and blowing out hoops behind him as he flicks the ash, into the ashtray shaped like a naked woman sunbathing by a pool; before shifting slightly in his seat:::[/align] Valencia – I honestly don’t know, where we go from here... We’ve had DeRossi killed; we’ve had Tommy go missing... We’ve had your boy shot at by accident but I don’t think his coming here was just any kind of incident, was it? Did he tell you, why he came to see me? Debonair – No, but it was probably to try and get to the bottom of all this, he knew you were one of the main idealists for this merger... Although being inside I am not sure exactly who would have given him the info because I sure as hell didn’t. I only found out about this due to Macready giving me the low down... Valencia – So, I’m guessing that’s where we start, eh? Find out who told O’Halloran I was even involved, in the merger... Find out who sent him and why they sent him, to speak to me and maybe; we’ll get more bang for our buck so to speak? Debonair – Sounds about right, Richie. I’ll go back to the hospital a little later and I’ll talk to him about it... Thanks for not shooting my balls off, by the way. Colt .45 is it? Valencia – Hah! You’re a smart man, Debonair... Yep it’s a Colt and you’re welcome. We’ll talk again soon, eh? Debonair – Damn straight we will. Later, Rich... [align=center]:::Fred stands, as does Richie and the two men shake hands once more as Debonair turns and begins leaving; whilst we delve into a thick smog of black... ~*~*~*~[/align] Date: March 14th, 2010. Time: 21:30. Location: Fred Debonair’s home. [align=center]...When we come around we find ourselves standing in the living room of Fred Debonair. He is fiddling with a video camera whilst his new assistant Max Logan flicks through the instruction booklet. Fred finally gets the thing sorted and makes an ‘Ah-Ha!’ gesture with his hand which almost knocks Max in the jaw; causing him to flinch back slightly:::[/align] Debonair – Damn, sorry dude... So you ready to do this? Max Logan – Well yeah but, don’t SCW have some guy or chick to come and do this, for you? Like turn up whenever you want and interview you? Debonair – Not sure, haven’t checked that shit out yet but don’t worry man you’ll be fine. Just do what that Piers Morgan does in the UK and ask me the first thing that pops into your head, at the time... Don’t worry about how sensitive it may be; if my fan-base is going to grow to include the SCW’ers then I need to really be honest, up front, up close and personal yanno? Max Logan – I suppose so, alright cool let’s do this! Give me the camera, bro... [align=center]:::Logan sets the camera up, on the tripod, steps back and takes a look through the viewfinder, signifying that everything’s set up correctly. He hits the record button and steps back in front of the camera lens:::[/align] Logan – Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the inaugural edition of Logan’s lowdown! With me, your host... Maxwell Logan! And today I’ve got a very special guest with me. This man stormed into Supreme Championship Wrestling and he by way of being uber-cool utterly destroyed the place and made a name for himself at the SCW and ICW super card titled ‘Two for One’ winning the more than fifteen person Underground title invitational and taking him the very title I speak of; that being The Underground Title, in his debut!! A few days later on an edition of BREAKDOWN! This man then went on, to annihilate ‘The Trailer Park Kid’ and then stepped out of the shadows later on in the night to accept Lucas Knight’s challenge at the Pay-Per-View we all sat and watched last week, Retribution. Unfortunately for him, this man lost the match against Lucas Knight; ladies and Gentlemen I give you... FRED DEBONAIR!! Debonair – Dude, what’re you doing? Turn it off... Logan – Eh, why? Debonair – Unfortunately for him, he “lost” the match against, Lucas Knight? Which damn match were you watching? Fred Debonair didn’t lose... Logan – Uhm, yes you did, Fred... Debonair – No I didn’t. Logan – Fred! YOU LOST, THE MATCH! [align=center]:::Fred cracks a smile and shakes his head, this isn’t denial this is Debonair playing a prank on his friend... He knows that by way of the little booklet which sits in Drachewych’s office, he “lost” the match but we all know the truth of it, don’t we? Fred starts to laugh and pats Logan, on the shoulder:::[/align] Debonair – Okay I’m pretty sure that Retribution is still very, very fresh, in peoples minds right? Right... So let us go back to the match. Fred Debonair against Lucas Knight, everything’s going so swimmingly, everything’s going accordingly and Fred Debonair has no way of being pinned in this match right? Hahahaha... Wrong. You see, what people failed to remember is that Fred Debonair is a man of his word, he’s a man of loyalty and he’s a man of honor; Lucas Knight on the other hand is just a manipulative, malicious and cheating little runt! You see, before the match Lucas told me and everybody else that the Pay-Per-View was about him getting retribution, it was about him proving people wrong and well, he was right about that... Lucas Knight got retribution alright, he got it on all those people who watch him week in and week out and think that he’s this great, talented athlete! He got retribution on all those people who thought that he could actually wrestle and might stand a one on one chance, with yours truly... At the end of the day, Lucas Knight proved those people wrong who actually thought HE – COULD – WRESTLE! Oh I’m not angry, that I was pinned because besides Lucas, his woman and that moron Slade everybody else knows that Knight did not win the match, everybody knows that although he may have possibly gotten a three-count against Fred Debonair in the ring, he didn’t ‘win’ hell he didn’t even come close to winning. You had Slade pulling his feet onto the ropes when I covered him, you had Christy getting her skanky ass involved left, right and center and to top it off you had me thrown off the top turnbuckle, Lucas Knight using the ropes with Slade holding his feet down and him grabbing the trunks, for him to even be able to get some kind of way less than credible “victory” over me. Now how in the world, the referee missed every single little bit of that, whilst counting I’ll never know nor understand but the match has been and gone, it’s disappeared into the ether and now I’ve got to concentrate on this coming week. [align=center]:::Fred begins to pace around his living room, picking up a signed baseball and tossing it in his hand, then putting it back slowly... He picks up a photo of himself and someone who looks vaguely familiar to the entire SCW operation. In fact the photo is of Fred Debonair with Jake Starr, in a bar; somewhere in Minnesota, or it could be Wyoming who knows? Where it’s taken and for that matter why it’s taken doesn’t really matter; all that matters is, it’s there and that’s a big difference maker with who Debonair is partnering with, this week. Fred looks at the camera which has now been picked up by Maxwell and smirks:::[/align] Debonair – This man, is a good man... This man has always been one of my favorite athletes in the world of Wrestling, even when I was wrestling before I wished I could climb into the ring with him. Jake Starr. The Czar of the Shooting Five Star and right now he stands before me, metaphorically of course, as the SCW AND IWC World Champion! And this week it seems that Fred Debonair steps inside the ring, alongside two of his boys in “Social Misfits” David Helms and Bishop Steele. Now I’ve not seen much from anybody in this match to be honest, that includes the Misfits but I damn well know for a fact that both these guys are right where I’d like ‘em to be in a match like this and that’s on my side. Although don’t get me wrong I know Helms is probably going to have one eye on my belt, but I’m sure he can hold off long enough to put Lucas Knight and his rag-tag sons of bitches in their place, on Breakdown... Right, Helms? And as for Bishop Steele another one who I look up to, I can’t say I’d be totally shocked if, for whatever reason you decided to stand by your boy, David and see to it that Debonair was perhaps weakened, prior to defending the Underground Championship against him. But I’d like to think you’d rather, like Helms, go for the win against these goons, right? And speaking of such goons who are they...? Oh, yeah that’s right. Sketch Retro, Dillusion and the almighty cowardly lion, Lucas Knight! [align=center]:::Fred smirks and puts the picture he realizes he’s been holding all that time, down. He steps around the coffee table and leans behind the couch, pulling out Laurelai, his trusty Louisville Slugger. He pats her in his hand and shakes his head before sitting in the couch, still holding Laurelai. He places her bat end down and rolls the handle between his hands as he continues to speak:::[/align] Debonair – How nice it is, for Mr. Drachewych to put a bunch of people in the ring with me, who’ve tasted nothing but defeat; oh and a lucky escape, at the hands of yours truly. I mean it feels like my birthday, Easter, Christmas, Hanukah, Halloween and Ramadan all at once! Sketch Retro; sorry... Who-now? I mean, I understand he competed in the Underground Invitational but, for how long? Same goes for Dillusion really... Did he even attend Two for One? I guess not but hey this is much like that night aint it? I get to slap the faces of three absolutely moronic sons of bitches and yet I get a better deal, because quite frankly I only wanted to slap the taste out of Knight’s retched mouth Wednesday night... And now, I get THREE for one! I’ve already said practically all I could even contemplate saying when it came to both Dillusion and Retro, at the Super Card event but back then I had some not so bad words to say about Lucas, until of course he proved just what a pussy he really was, at Retribution. Lucas, to be honest son I’ve not even got the time of day for you... You’re not fit to be in my league and you sure as hell have no place stepping into Fred Debonair’s house without paying the rent, boy! Although maybe I shouldn’t have said that because you’d probably take the phrase ‘rent boy’ a little too differently, considering it means something different entirely, in England, right? Anyway... The point is simple and it is this; Lucas, Dilweed, Retch... Listen up and listen well. Social Misfits you already know about; Fred Debonair you’re beginning to learn a great deal about and being as the only way your ‘group leader’ can beat me is by copious amounts of drugs, dreams and cheating... I’d say that you boys don’t stand a snowball’s chance in a blue hell of beating us! Now you boys have all seemed quiet, including my partners for this... Perhaps you’ve already taken my advice to sleep well prior to stepping into the ring with me; perhaps not. But when all is said and done, the smoke’s cleared, the dust’s settled and Debonair and The Social Misfits have their hands raised... Lucas Knight, Dillusion and Sketch Retro will all understand that there’s a method, to the madness and no amount of pussy-whipped ‘I wanna be picked for the team’ cheating asshats, are gonna change that! So girls? Sleep well. [align=center]:::Debonair drops the bat and slices a finger across his throat, as the camera cuts out, briskly. Within minutes of this happening and Maxwell getting the tape ready to go to SCW, Fred’s cell phone begins to ring. He picks it up, looking at the “withheld” caller ID and answers it:::[/align] Debonair – What’s up? Voice – Hello... Fred. Debonair – Hello, whoever you are. And before you ask... Scream is most definitely NOT my favorite scary movie. Voice – Oh, that’s okay... I didn’t think it was. I was more picturing you being a fan of the movies where the famous wrestler’s daughter is kidnapped on her way home from school and he has only a few days to do what the kidnappers say, before something TERRIBLE happens to her! [align=center]:::Debonair’s face is suddenly drained of color; however he doesn’t panic or lose his cool... Even when he hears Mercedes-Jane Debonair squealing and calling for him, in the background. He bites his lip and goes back to the phone:::[/align] Debonair – Alright, dipshit... You’ve got my attention. I mean you’re clearly not a brave fucker, nor a smart one considering you’ve had to resort to this; to get whatever it is you want. Speaking of, what the hell DO you want? Voice – All in good time, Fred... All in good time. Oh and in case you’re wondering what you’re going to tell your girlfriend about Mercedes... I wouldn’t worry, she’s right here, keeping her company! Debonair – Prove it. [align=center]:::Suddenly Fred hears a sigh and a sniffle, from the other end of the phone. It’s Lizzy Quinn. She stutters at first, but then appears to get some courage before speaking:::[/align] Lizzy – Fred... This guy’s a dick, don’t do anything he wants! I’ve already kicked him in the nuts once; I guess he’ll be making sure to wear a guard next ti... Argh! [align=center]:::She’s clearly having her hair pulled and the phone removed from her ear, as Fred clenches his fist that’s not holding the phone, once more biting his lip as the anonymous kidnapper, comes back:::[/align] Voice – Now you know I’m not lying, Mr. Debonair... I’ll give you a bit of time to contemplate what this could possibly be about. We’ll be in touch, don’t try calling the police either, we WILL know. [align=center]:::The phone goes dead and Debonair just chucks it across the room. Maxwell looks at him, and attempts to ask what’s wrong, but he looks up before he can say anything:::[/align] Debonair – Get me the number for Richie Valencia. Oh and while you’re at it, call Daniel O’Halloran too. Tell them BOTH to meet me at the quay-side docks, on Albany. [align=center]:::FADE – TO – BLACK!!:::[/align] |
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| BSteele | Mar 15 2010, 11:04 PM Post #3 |
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True Perfection
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"Missing" PART II The tears diminished, and the pain began to waver. I pull myself up from my make shift cemetery plot of my little brother Damian, and look towards where I once lived. The building is still rubble. Grass and moss has grown over it a little, covering the little reaches it can get. I can see rodents of all shapes and sizes scurrying about the land mass that was once my residence. Birds are chirping and flying in and out, obviously attending to their own hidden away in this large eyesore. I will never know why they just left this like this. You can see the entire town from my house, which means the entire town, can see this as well. Why would the town want their home to have such an ugly scar? Sure there is police tape, but there is already so much graffiti that my house’s tomb resembles Jack Harrison’s over in South Beach. I remember reading somewhere in a Florida Magazine that the people of Miami would quickly throne Michael James, as king for ridding this town of its monster. It would later explain this because James wanted the Miami Match between me and Dillusion, and the fact that the house came crumbling down, that it was all his doing. What really irks me is that James wanted NOTHING to do with the match. He warned us both against the idea, but we both pressed on. We even signed a waiver of responsibility that any and all injuries related to this match were on our own heads. It was one of the only unsanctioned matches in SCW history, yet James once again is made to look like a god. I begin to scan the grounds again, looking for any relic that I may get my hands on. The barn is the only thing still standing and in good shape. Sure like the rest of the land it’s been vandalized, but after three years of no vacancy it still looks in decent shape. I make my way through the tall grass towards the destruction that is my house. I lower my large frame and scoot under the police tape. I accidentally kick a piece of china that sends rodents and birds in the opposite direction. One can only imagine what now makes this place its home. This pile of rubble must stand at least 10 feet high, and expands at the width of about 30 yards. Everything closest to the earth is being succumbed by moss, mold, and god knows what else. I begin to trudge and kick my way through some of the rubble, not really knowing why I am doing this. The sun shines in and something sparkles in its rays. It catches the corner of my eye, and almost instinctively I begin to dig to find the owner of the sparkle. I am tossing pieces of wood, brick, and mortar to the side frantically in hopes of finding some sort of “treasure.” I finally see what was sparkling. A giant kitchen knife! I am shocked by the fact that three years of open elements has not rusted this thing a bit. I pick it up….. “Daddy please!” Damian screams! “Quiet boy before I cut you from ear to ear!” Their father’s eyes are bloodshot, and he seems to be foaming at the mouth. He has this large bladed kitchen knife to the throat of his son Damian. His body is trembling causing the knife to leave little nicks in Damian’s throat. Bishop is standing about 3-4 feet away from this. His face is ghost white, and his mouth stands agape. He is trembling as well. “Father, he’s your son,” Bishop calls out. Pulling the knife away and pointing it at his eldest, “You shut your mouth before I give you the same thing!” Spittle is flying from his mouth as this is being shouted. He puts the knife back to the throat of Damian. Tears are falling from Damian in bunches, splashing on the dirty forearm of his father. Damian’s body is shuddering with every deep sob. “You don’t ever tell me no again boy!” Their father licks some tears falling from Damian’s face as he stares into the eyes of Bishop. “MMM tastes good, maybe I will keep you around after all.” He pulls the knife away and shoves Jason into the arms of Bishop. Bishop stares deep into his father’s eyes. Their father stares back. “Come on, I see it every day. Every day you look at me like you want to kill me. Bring it big boy. BRING IT!” He stands there knife raised, ready to pounce. Instead of attacking, which Bishop was clenching his teeth to prevent himself from doing so, he puts his arm around Damian, turns around, and heads towards the house…. I am staring at the knife. The tip is in my index finger, the handle is in my palm. I am using my fingers to spin the knife. I shake my head, and stop the spinning. I pull the knife closer to my face and can see a clouded image of myself. I drop the knife, and continue to trudge through the carnage. I lift my head, stretch, crack my neck and continue, but not before I see a large off yellow object still standing. It’s about 15 feet from me. I lower myself and begin to climb over the rubble that lies before me. I come to the object, and start to pull some of the wood and mortar from it. It’s the old refrigerator. It’s slightly open and a smell of something awful is emitting from it. I open the top portion which was the freezer and lying inside is what looks like the remains of a dead cat. Something either chased it in here, or it knew it was going to die, so it climbed in here to go peacefully. I shut the door, and for some reason I didn’t notice it when I opened it, but this was fridge unit that I set up to explode, and the dent of former KWF World Champion Cyrus Anderson face is still prominent. The dent brings a smile to my face. I ended a legend’s career that day, the day of the first South Beach House of Torture Match. There would be 3 more matches of its kind following. Taka Quinn and Lucifer all meeting the same demise as their predecessor. Longwell however, he’s only one to survive such a slaughter. There was no winner, but in my heart he came out victorious. Lying piggyback on the fridge was the remains of a bed. For some reason I began to look to the sky, than to the west. Ahh yes, my mother’s room was right above the kitchen. I kept everything in this house the way it was. I slept in my old room, and maintained the house the way my mother did (or lack thereof) so many years ago. My eyes close, as I reach out and touch a part of the box spring…. Jamie Steele came down with some disease that no one really knows about. Her face became sunken in, her flesh brittle to the touch, and her hair grayed significantly over the past few months. She would inhale with a wheeze, and exhale with almost a crack. She has not smiled since her eldest took the life of her husband. Jamie may never forgive her child, but still keep in mind; a mother’s love is a mother’s love. There is no bond stronger than the one brought down from mother to child. Jamie watched her giant of a child carry a small tray into the room. The room smelled of death, most likely having to do with Jamie’s weak bowels and pus filled bedsores. The tray had medicine, glass of water, and some dry toast. Bishop carried it to her, and placed the bed ready tray onto her lap. He leaned over, kissed her forehead and went to exit the room. “B-Bishop please stay.” He stopped dead in his tracks, frozen from the sound of her voice. He turned around and looked at his dying mother. She moved the tray, patted the side of the bed and motioned for her son to join her. Bishop slowly moved towards his mother. He stood idle by the bed for a few seconds than slowly dropped his mass onto the bed next to her. She opened her arms and motioned with her fingers for Bishop to embrace her. He did as he was asked. Jamie grabbed the top of Bishop’s head and lowered it to her chest. He did so without hesitation. “You hear my heart?” Bishop said nothing, just gave a small nod. Wheezing “It beats for you and your brother alone. You two are the only reason I am alive today.” A rush of anger whipped through Bishop’s head. It beats for us? You spent your life fucking other men, putting needles into your body, and watching father beat and molests us, but it beats for us? Instead of launching that attack, Bishop’s eyes welled up and he nodded as his tears soaked the nightgown of his mother. Jamie pulls his head from her chest, slightly squeezes her son’s cheeks and kisses his nose. “I use to do that when you were a baby.” They both smiled an act neither has done together in their lives in a very long time. Bishop watched as his mother’s smile turned to sadness. “I am in a lot of pain son. I can’t stand you seeing me like this. I want it to end.” Bishop stares at his mother, “What do you mean?” She pulls her son closer to her, turns his head to the side and whispers into his ear, “Kill me.” Bishop jolts and pulls his body from her and backs away from the bed. He is shaking his head, tears drowning his cheeks. “No, I can’t!” Jamie very calmly, “You once said when you were little you would do anything for your mother. I want you to do this. It’s either quick, or you watch me die a slow, agonizing, painful death. I love you son, I will never hold this against you. Please.” Staring at her bed propped against the fridge unit Bishop can recall the sound of her neck snapping and her body falling limp to the bed. He wanted to suffocate her with a pillow but she said no, that would be far too painful and would take too long. So instead he grabs her by her head and violently twists her head to the left snapping numerous vertebrates and severing the spinal cord at the same time. She wanted it, she got it. Little did Bishop know, but most of the town came from their houses and pointed their attention to the top of the hill, as their very own boogey man has made its return. Bishop “True Perfection” Steele has come home. The three years of silence may very well be marred by years of pain. Why has God cursed this land with this monster? Why? |
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| DavidHelms | Mar 16 2010, 09:53 AM Post #4 |
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OOC NOTE: Sorry for the late post, for some god for saken reason i was convince that i had another week before the deadline. God knows where that camer from but anyway, here it is. Just wanna point out that the second scene is from the perspective of Johnny Ward, Helms' manager. Hope you enjoy and good luck everyone ![]() ------------------------------------------------------------- I stepped back through the curtain in the wake of my match at Retribution, covered in blood, both my own and from the others I’d been in the match with and couldn’t help but smile. The sight of my own blood had always driven me on even further, almost like I enjoyed being ‘bust wide open’ as some wrestling fans love to call the state of flowing claret. But for the first time, it had genuinely excited me, like a sick sort of masochistic tendency that had developed within my, surging through my veins as quickly as the blood that was dripping through my head wad. Not only had I beaten my opponents but in some cases, I had destroyed them and shown the entire audience in attendance that I didn’t have the word Dangerous in front of my name simply for the aesthetics and to try and sound cool. I was a former underground champion here in SCW and though I’d lost my way recently, I’d found the drive to win my title back and tonight was the first step into achieving just that. I began making my way towards the locker room, a team of EMT’s fussing around me, trying to look me over but I wasn’t having any of it. I’ve been on the end of many a beating in the past and I was more than accustomed to the feeling of a concussion and as far as I was concerned my synapses were firing fine. I was in the best shape of my career and I could almost feel a tingle in the air around me. It might just have been me but the atmosphere almost felt electric. Various people patted me on the shoulder as I grabbed a drink from a refreshment table on my way through the labyrinth of the arena’s back stage area. For some reason, I had so much energy, I was gutted that the match was over and if I’m honest, I could have gone right back into that ring and challenged Debonair for the title right there and then! And then it hit me, I needed to do something with this energy that was coursing through me and I needed to do it right now. Changing direction, I headed first to my own locker room, rather than heading out to the larger room that Starr had managed to secure for us to hang around in while not getting ready for our various matches. It was a big night for the Social Misfits and it made sense for us to all hang around together to see what the night had in store but personally I wanted my own space where I could get into the zone without having Steele watching my every move. He may be a comrade but as he was at Breakdown, tonight he was also my opponent and if I had to share a room with him, it would take away from the fact that we were both hell bent on giving our all out there. Walking into the empty locker room, I grabbed my bag and pulled out what I was looking for, the AWF Extreme Championship belt. I wanted to send a message to Debonair and what better to help me with that than this beautiful strap of gold and leather? I slung the title across my shoulder before heading back out of the door, I made my way to the interview area with my mind set on finding a camera crew with a bit of spare time for me to indulge in a little mind games with the companies newest Underground champion. Jessica Winters was sat around in a fold out director’s chair reading through some notes as I approached. Looking up from the notes, she appeared confused to see me before scanning back through the pages in front of her, which I could only guess was to look to see if she was scheduled for in interview with me that night. HELMS: Hey, Jess right? WINTERS: Yeah, err, do we have an interview? HELMS: Nah, I was actually wondering if I could borrow the crew for a few moments. WINTERS: Oh, erm, I’m not sure I mean, we’ve got a schedule and HELMS: It won’t take long babe, this camera here is it? Without giving her the chance I respond I stepped onto the little marker on the floor ready to cut a promo that would send a message out to not only Debonair but to everyone else in the company who thinks I’m just some washed up old hack who has nothing left to give to the company. I got the thumbs up from the camera guy as the Director began to count me down from five to one on hid hand. HELMS: Supreme Championship fuckin’ wrestling. You see this belt here on my shoulder!? This is the Anarchist Wrestling Federation EXTREME TITLE! A belt that stands for pretty much the same thing as the Underground title does in this very company. A belt that is given to not just the sickest individual in a company but the man that can take their opponents worst and keep getting back up, time and time again! Tonight I faced three men who have their eyes on the exact same prize as I do, the SCW Underground Title. A prize that until recent weeks was my own, which rested proudly around my waist as I made my way down to the ring each and every week. But things changed, mistakes were made and I lost that title… But TONIGHT my friends, you witnessed the rebirth of a franchise here in the SCW, you witnessed the birth of a new era of attitude from the Dangerous one. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, my path to the championship has started a fresh here tonight at Reeeeetribution. Take a good look at my face folks, because this is a face that you’re going to be seeing a lot more from over the coming weeks! Tonight was my chance to shine once again and show the powers that be here in SCW that David Helms is not finished, he isn’t washed up and past his sell by date in the damn company. I AM still dangerous and woe be fuckin’ tied anyone who thinks that I’m not a threat to the Underground champion because they will be on the edge of my fuckin’ sneaker while I beat them from ring post to ring post just for the hell of it! Fred…I want to make It perfectly clear that I have absolutely no problem with you what so ever, from what I’ve seen you’re a hell of an athlete and apart from your little hiccup earlier tonight against Lucas Knight, you’ve have a pretty impressive career here in the SCW. Hell, if circumstances were different, I’d like to think that we could have been friends, because you seem like a guy who enjoys a beer or three at the end of a night’s hard work. But unfortunately there’s one thing between us right now and that’s the fact that you’re the current Underground champion and I WANT to be! I can see a future that throws us together quite a lot Mr Debonair and if I’m completely honest, I’ve looking forward to it. I love being in that ring doing what I do best and tonight I showed just why I’m a former Underground champion with countless other hardcore belts to my name. I live and breath for that hardcore environment and if you are anything like me, then when we finally face off, we are gonna break not just each other but the arena too! My message to you sir is clear and simple. From number one contender to current champion; I’m coming for you Fred, I’m coming for you. A clash of the titans, a clash of the champions. Underground Champion versus Extreme Champion, all be it not from this company. I hope your ready Fred, because I want to make this an epic…bang bang! -------------------------------------------------------- As I sat and watched Dave and Harmony train in the ring, I had to smile inwardly. This kid really is the protégé of Trip, without a doubt because he’s training his own up and coming star exactly like Trip trained him. It’s not just about the technical ability, not about what you can give, but what you can take. Coming from a bare knuckle background I know all about being able to take a punch but Helms? He can take a punch and keep coming again and again, determined to continue getting up. I’ve lost count of the amount of times over the years that I had to face that kid, but the one thing I do know is that he can take a beating and give as much as he gets… I had to worry about him though, I’ve seen things like this happen to people in the past, feeling the need to take things to the next level, no pun intended, just to prove their own worth. What was simply a bit of a vicious streak can become dangerous when someone is tipped over the edge and from where I was standing, Dave is a perfect candidate for someone who’s already blown their top and it’s only a matter of time before the tremors start to affect everyone else around him. WARD: Hey Dave, you got a minute? HELMS: Sure. Okay Harmony, just go at the punch bag for a bit and I’ll be back in a minute to show you something special ok? As the pair of them dropped out of the ring, I had a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach, a part of me knowing that Dave wanted to take the girl under his wing and teach her everything that gives him the drive to compete but what if she didn’t have the same mentality as him? What if this girl doesn’t want to do what Dave did. Its risky trying to craft someone into your own mould, because was all different at the end of the day… HELMS: Sup dude? WARD: Without sounding condescending sir, are you sure you know what you’re doing? HELMS: Huh? WARD: Well, ya know, training up this chick like you are… And already I’ve pissed him off. Jesus Christ, it’s easy to annoy this kid lately. It seems I was right about him being pushed over the edge already, it only takes something small to set him off… HELMS: Johnny, no offence, but you know about as much as this as me… WARD: I know kid, but I’m just concerned that your just pigeon holing her, trying to turn her into another you that’s all… HELMS: Well, its noted sir, but I think everything’s going fine so just chill yeah. Go have a cigar n chill the fuck out…Yo Harmony, grab me a chair from the lock up This is gonna end in disaster, mark my words… ---------------------------------------------------- A six man tag match…interesting. It seems like Sasha and Alex Snr are enjoying throwing both me and Bishop into a ring together, although this time were on the same side which is a little different I guess. It seems that this match is more of a grudge match between Debonair and Knight and that the rest of us have been thrown in just to make up the numbers…but then again, this match could be interesting because it puts me on the same side as the guy that I’m gunning for at the minute. Fred, just like you said dude, I’m not the kinda guy who’s gonna use this match for personal gain and try and do you some damage before I get my shot at your title. No, I think I can speak for both me and Bishop when I say that the result of the match is more important that trying to take you out early before our title match. As much as I wanna show you just what I can do, I’d rather show my opponents of this match first because I want my record to show just as much as my title history here in SCW. I look at my opponents for the match and I have to suppress a little chuckle. Lucas Knight, a guy whose ass I’ve kicked in the past when I was with the AWF, a guy who has a problem with the current Underground champion for no reason other than him having enough about himself to stand up and represent when Knight threw out an open challenge. So Lucas, you have an issue with my temporary boy huh? What a shame, because your little jerk off issue with Debonair is getting in the way of me getting what I want. So what’s the solution? Well, you could back off for starters? OR, you could carry on with the ego and the bullshit you like to spout and we’ll have to teach you a lesson tomorrow night. You see, I’ve got your number sir, I have your modus operandi dude. I’m all fully prepared for you to shoot the shit, wax lyrical in your little profile about how I’m a nothing, a nobody. How Bishop isn’t anything in this company. I’m even waiting for you to brag about how you beat Debonair at Retribution and how that makes him an insignificant little blob on the radar of Lucas Knight. But guess what sir? Three nothings make a something, Bang bang! And these nothings are gonna be the people who stop your maniacal sense of self and bring you crashing back down to earth with a bang BANG! And wow, hey Dilly…you know, I find your name completely fitting here in the SCW because as far as I’m concerned, you MUST be ‘Dillusional’ if you think you’re gonna get your hands on the prize I’m chasing after the most sir. Did it hurt when I threw you into that barb wire Dilly? Did it sting a little when I drove that board covered in barb wire into your back? And what about when I leaped from the top rope, nailing a twisting senton right onto the very same board? Was it as good for you as it was me sir? Bang bang. Did you love each and every second of the excruciating pain sir? Did you smile as you walked out of the arena, happy that you had broken other people that night and had fun in the process? You see, it doesn’t matter who’s in this match anymore. I’ve got an aim, I’ve got a message to send to people. I’ve got to prove that I DESERVE to be Underground champion, so whether it’s Lucas Knight I have to pin, whether it’s Dillusion I have to make tap or whether it’s the unknown Sketch Retro that I have to knock out, I’m making my mark on this match, whether I personally make the pin fall or not. My friends, tomorrow is going to be a fuckin’ blast, and I look forward to taking each of you in turn for a stroll down Helms Street, because it’s a charming place and I think you’re gonna love it. Bang….bang |
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| Lucas Knight | Mar 16 2010, 10:15 AM Post #5 |
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I had planned on posting a rp over the weekend, so i had the option of a second. But on friday had a health thing I needed to take care of. Then I had to work on saturday night which took a lot outta me since I haven't worked since new years after dislocating my shoulder. Eitherway, figured I would post one rp as i try my best not to no show like dillusion does so here it is. Enjoy. | SCW Promo #008 | | The Rise & Fall of Lucas Knight: Chapter 1.2 |
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| XdpK | Mar 16 2010, 03:01 PM Post #6 |
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OOC: like the others i was going to post on the weekend but my car broke down then last night the comp i was writing my rp on crashed so thus here we are...rock you like a hurricane. I can still feel it... the burn... the doctors advise me against continueing to work with the injuries i have but i consider these injuries my badges of honor my badges of hardcore. i am hardcore and i will not allow something as minor as a few little burns bring me down. The pain is nothing the pain is the reward for the hard work i do inside my battlefield. Because i know for each scrape each bruise and each burn i have each of my opponents have one as well. Ask Bishop steele who is still feeling the effects of our past wars. and now he prepares to step in the ring one more time. With the massochistic messiah I love pain i live for pain this is what i am about you dont understand what this means because you... bishop steele are only human. You see i am something else some bump in the evolutionary chain that thrives on pain that feeds off it that the more you beat me the more i come back for more and throw back the same level of pain you dealt to me. because... as the old saying goes do unto others as you want done to you. And see bishop i want pain i want agony... and i dont care who i get it from because eventally once i am done taking all that pain then it will be my turn to give then it will be my turn to give back to people like you. You Bishop steele are going to see yet again the sick twisted levels of pain i am capible of inflicting the pain i take doesnt matter the pain you take is what is going to be a factor here and at Breakdown you will see that. It seems there is some sort of new group here in the SCW i dont pay enough attention to whats going on around me so i lost track of all that crap. I mean whats more entertaining watching another horrible excuse for a faction form or watching the hilarity of ones own mentally unstable mind unfold. Hands down the answer is simple it seems that some of my opponents in this match are in this faction called the social misfits.... whatever not exactly original but what is original these days. They seem to be followers of jack starr whatever he beat me whooptiedoo not like i actually cared i was getting my underground title shot at the invitational and thats all thats important hardcore is all that is important. So i have the desiples of starr his lackies and bitches and i am suppose to care i am suppose to tremble in awe of they're supposed greatness... no way not going to happen i dont care who's lackies these guys i am facing are they are going to feel intense levels of pain and know why i am the sickest bastard to ever step into a SCW ring. Besides my regular opponent Bishop steele we also have Fred Debonair... Fred you think your top of the world you think your unstoppable you think nothing is going to stand in the way then WHOOPS you slip on a banana peal that being Lucas Knight you thought yourself to be unstoppable but your not you've been proven to be beatable after less matches then it takes to count on two hands. You call yourself the king of hardcore after one match i say prove your hardcore prove your vicious prove you can take the levels of pain that men who actually are hardcore have. compete in a exploding ring match. compete in matches with glass and barbed wire dedicate yourself to this style of wrestling and then may be just maybe you'll be considered hardcore dont be making empty claims just as you enter this place because Debonair you won one big match then you lost your next one your not impressing me i doubt your impressing much of anybody yet and Starr letting you in his little fan club no one cares i dont. i am much more interested in taking that belt from around your waist and getting it on a real hard core wrestler one that cant even seem to remeber who he cost that match you won that title in. It was me who had Jessica Raines finished she didnt just magically end up in your lap ready to be pinned i had her beat i was about to complete my mission and then you stormed in and stole it from me. so yes i was there you idiot if you cant remeber matches you were in and how they ended how are we your opponents suppose to take you seriously at all. You try to make your self to be high above me after four matches those must have been the best fucking matches in the entire history of SCW i've been around here for nearly four years now off and on i have fought in some of the most brutal wars this company has ever seen and you know what try lasting as long as i have but i doubt i'll even be seeing you in six months scw gets a dozen guys just like you each year gets a single title win and suddenly they are kingshit suddenly they think they are better then people that have been working for this company for years and years night in and night out. I am not going to worrship at your alter you over rated dog turd you stole the title i cherish and one way or another it will be mine i dont care if i have to rip it from your cold dead fingers in fact GOOD. I will be underground champion no matter what the cost these burns i got at retribution ill take them a dozen more times if that is what it takes for me to get the underground title. i will be underground champion it doesnt matter how long it takes it doesnt matter if it changes a hands a hundred times before i get a hold of it it will be mine. And Fred if you want my respect come to breakdown...Bring your worst give the best you got prove to me that your the king of hardcore that you claim to be. Be more brutal then guys like Myself...The Real Speed and Xander Valentine have been beat the living hell out of me and prove that you are the most brutal son of a bitch to step into an scw ring. do it fred prove your truth words right prove your more then Starr's little bitch boy. i dare you because i dont bullshit i may lose and that comes with the territory but i am HARDCORE i live hardcore and i live for this business come step into my office at breakdown and see if you can get by with more then just blindsiding me with a boot from behind. you didnt beat me at the two for one special and your not going to beat me at breakdown i am going to beat you and it may not be me pinning you. you may go down yet again to lucas knight that doesnt matter who does it because i am not about winning little romps like this i am about setting an example i am about proving myself and on break down that is what i am going to do i am going to set an example of what hardcore really is. And you... you little one hit wonder bitch are going to see what the underground divison is all about its not about facing the bottom of the barrel it is fighting the most brutal deranged and sick bastards this company has to offer and me... i am about as brutal and deranged and fucked up in the head as you can get. the disrespect you brought me it pissed me up it lit a fire in me more then being set in a fire has you passed me aside like i was nothing and now Debonair on breakdown i do have something to prove to you. You already lost again you proved your not unstoppable so get familar with the image of those lights in the ceiling because at breakdown you are going to get a case of deja vu as you'll be starring up at those lights yet again. As you are beaten yet again... You can talk about methods to maddness you dont know maddness till you have seen the shit i have seen. you dont know maddness to you walk the walk i have had to walk endured the things i have endured. I carry with me alot of baggage i carry with me alot of scar. and these scars these injuries i have most people would be out for months after recieveing them people like you fred debonair would be out for months after taking the amounts of pain i have. I am not going to need cheating to beat you Fred... i am not going to need cheap tricks all i am going to need is violence all i am going to need is the tools of the trade be it my two bokkens or my fists i will drive my point through even if it has to go straight through that thick skull of yours. You have what i want Fred you have my underground title and it will be mine some way some how it will be mine. just remeber freddy boy your living on borrowed time your time will be up eventally and i will be there waiting to pick up the pieces this divison its not one for the weak at heart the injuries will catch up with you eventally they catch up with every one they caught up with me years ago i had to take over a year off and i am fresh now ready rejuvenated for my dreams to come true but you fred debonair currently stand in the way of those dreams coming to pass....yes but they will come true there is no stopping them they will and what are my dreams can easily turn into the nightmares of others. of you Fred Debonair by dreams of beating your pretty skull in with my bokkens i am sure that doesnt bring you joy i am sure that makes you uneasy good...thats what i am going for. that is the method to my maddness... Lastly in that match we have David Helms you won the top contenders match for the underground title and now your teaming with the man you are facing for said title at some point in time you are also an ally of starr's i believe i dont care about starr i didnt care about him when i faced him he seems like a low rent Cid Turner to me and nothings going to change my mind especially when hes going around with cids look and his finishing move. But your a unique one arent you helms well moderately unique considering your last name is another wrestlers last name and you use a move that takes a name from said wrestlers move set. But besides that your unique you've been underground champion you are hardcore or atleast your putting up the effort to at the very least seem hardcore.The barbed wire bit that was good helms that unlike your douche bag friend fred debonair i respect you actually seem like you may get what it takes to be hardcore see its not just about hitting people with trash can lids or putting people through tables thats just being sloppy and lazy its about giving it your all not just mentally but physically you got to force yourself to give everything you got and to endure ten times the pain those idiots in the main event recieve to get half the rewards. I know its a little annoying when you see your buddy star's paycheck compared to you and but if you love this shit as much as i do the huge paycheck it fears hollow compared to the rush of being hardcore i was main eventing once in scw and it felt good at times but the pressure and the press it was all just to much just annoying really and all the ego wars in the back really something i can just go entirely without and also having to be physically close to the husky boy greg cherry is definetly a benefit of being in the underground divison greg would probably do something ridiculous like cry during an undrground match if he were in this divison. But helms let us go to war let us show your little king of hardcore what hardcore really is i want your worse helms just like i want Steele's worst just like i want Freds worst i want the most violent sick twisted things you can think of doing in that ring inflicted on me. Prove to me that you little misfits can go hardcore prove to me that your just just a bunch of pussies whose soul goal in this busines is to make Cid Turner lite look good. Now my partners....Lucas Knight who seems ready for another win over mr. debonair and Sketch Retro... who atleast has a cool name. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt i will have faith in your talents for this match because honestly i think some of debonair's stupidity is rubbing of on me because i remeber sketch being in the match i just dont remeber if he was that hardcore or if he was the most sadistic fucker in existence. We dont really need to act like a team though all we need to do is pick a target and take them apart i dont care if either of you get the pinfall as long as that idiot Debonair is shown exactly who he has fucked with that moron gets pushed off his high horse and straight into a pile of horse shit. Lastly i want to address some one who is not in this match and that is Damian Angel my former ally in arms when it came to the new blood rebellion which now would be the old or splattered blood rebellion something along those lines it doesnt matter. But damian has attacked me twice with fire i notice a pattern going on there. We could have been allies once more but no you had to do things the hard way well Damian fine we can do things the hard way if enemies is what you want to be then fine but remeber this when we have both been on our top level you were never better then i was. and you arent better then me now but this isnt about a win or a loss this is a about blood and fire see i know you like to play with fire Damian well Damian... I like to play with blood damian i want you blood i want to make you bleed more then you have ever bleed before i am not giving you no second chance i am not going to let this pass by damian if a war is what will have. See your little silence doesnt matter to me fine damian dont say a word through your promos continue to have this little silent thing of yours i dont care because i am coming for you now damian have had enough of your attacks and i am going to make you pay for it. if you do decide to show up during my match i will be ready i will make you regret it damian the devil himself is going to find out that there are somethings worse then the devil and one of those things is me. -scene Dillusion is wrapping tape over the burn wounds he suffered at retribution- Sensational Temp Ninja: Dude that looks nasty and i can understand why you wouldnt want to fight with that. i remeber once i had both my arms ripped off and all the other ninjas were like dude you cant fight like that but i still fought you know what thought i still fought why because i am SENSATIONAL! Dillusion: I am going to fight i am going to work this match on Breakdown because i am hardcore and this is what i do i endure through the pain i absorb it and take it in and use it to fuel me against my opponents. Sensational temp ninja: Very zen of you but really thats like nasty... looks like its going to to sprout a head and walk off of its own free will. Dillusion: The badges of battle is all. Sensational Temp Ninja: See thats another difference between you and i see me i just cut my enemies heads off and keep them in a conivent bowling ball bag to show off and display when i please but you considering a nasty as badge a metal of honor espeically one with puss oozing out of it thats just not cool. Dillusion: Its fine. i am going to be fine. Sensational temp ninja: Good do you got any pancakes around here i am starved i could eat a starving ethopian child. Dillusion: And you think this burns disturbing. Sensational temp ninja: its not like im sitting here roasting a little ethopian merely suggesting. Dillusion: I'm not in the mood for comedy i want blood i want revenge i was inches away from becoming the number one contender for the underground title but no i blew that. Sensational temp ninja: You sure did. Dillusion: Your supposed to be encouraging me. Sensational temp ninja: Why encourage medicroity you sucked the big one in that match you got to do a lot less of the sucking and more of the being sensational like me. Dillusion: So no words of encouragement what so ever? Sensational temp ninja: I can kick you if you want. Dillusion: I liked the old ninja he was much more optimistic. Sensational temp ninja: and look what that got him guts splattered all over some room in some random hospital. I prefer my way of life put every one around me down so i feel better about my self...it seems to be working fantastically so far. Dillusion: So your going to bash me... instead of fearing being locked in the cellar or pushed down the stairs into a cage of hungry rottweillers. Sensational temp ninja: If that is going to happen your going to have to catch me burn ward boy and i have my doubts that you can do that. Dillusion quickly gripps the sensational ninja by the throat before he has time to get away then drags the flailing ninja towards a door. Sensational Temp ninja: hey what are you doing? Dillusion: Throwing you down a flight of stairs into a cage of angry hungry rottweillers. Sensational temp ninja: this is not the sort of thing that builds a trusting friendship you know. Dillusion: I know but atleast its fun. Dillusion opens the door and pushes ninja through the doorway there is the sound of several thumps and then the sound of barking and screams of agony. Dillusion: Atleast i feel a little less angry. -fin- |
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