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| Christian Savior vs. Greg Cherry | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 20 2010, 06:47 AM (123 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Apr 20 2010, 06:47 AM Post #1 |
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Christian Savior vs. Greg Cherry 3 RP Limit, 2 per person, 4 per team for tag matches Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, April 27, 2010 ~~Good Luck Everyone!~~ |
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| Greg Cherry | Apr 27 2010, 09:18 AM Post #2 |
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OOC: I doubt there's any possibility of moving this match to next show now, but after this week and next week, I'll be a college graduate so hopefully I'll have free time. Sorry to Savior. |
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| Christian Savior | Apr 27 2010, 10:07 AM Post #3 |
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Project Fragment: Chapter 5 – The Sum of All Spears The sound of glass shattering fills your screen’s speakers. The shriek of a woman’s fears enters your eardrums with echoing vibrancy. The colors of black and white alter slowly, oozing colors of the Technicolor technology. The familiar voice of a supreme being is heard, echoing familiar concepts to your mind. “You shatter the concept of reality And replace it with the dream of fantasy You alter the perception of truth And conjure up the ideals of your imagination You dive off the board of rationality And springboard into the delusions of insanity And on your way through this spectrum You may take a quick stop… Into the Twilight Zone!” The camera suddenly spins into full color as a rockish, up-tempo remix of “The Twilight Zone” opening is heard. The familiar door appears on the screen and opens, the view of the viewer entering a white room. The camera looks around the room, seeing furniture. The imagery on the walls are images of familiar victims that are being speared by the host of the Twilight Zone. As the camera spans around the whole room, it suddenly sees a real being holding a large frame similar to the images of spears and victims. The man in the frame merely smirks before tossing the frame away to look at the camera. It is no use trying to not recognize the figure, as his name has become synonymous, emphasis on the “Sin” part. It is Christian Savior. Savior: Drawing you away from the boring quibbles of the ignorant and repetitive, allow me to draw your attention to the obvious as well as to the subtle. First the obvious. With a spin and flourish, a common style with the black, long coat wearing phoenix, Christian Savior is immediately surrounded as the white walls seem to ooze metal-gray colored paint onto themselves, forming the images of links and chains around the room. Seemingly unaffected, Savior slowly sits down into his leather chair. Savior: For those of you unaware, the taste of metal still stings the tongue of the Child of Twilight. For those of you who are aware, let me remind you of that night. That night, I promised you that there would be a new champion. I promised you that supremacy would reign over the cage and twin ring war zone. And as always, I delivered. Because at the end of the night, on one of the bloodiest, most brutal nights in SCW history, it wasn’t the acts of a man coming out of nowhere and stealing the last pin out of sheer luck and timing, thus proving even the dumb get the lucky break, no. It wasn’t that the star finally crashed and ended as I predicted, no. It wasn’t even the fact that the “greatest SCW champion of all time” failed to get the SCW championship for lord knows the umpteenth damn time, making him a 7-time champion and an 100-time loser, no. No, it was none of these that made the fans cry, made them cheer and made them beg for more. Rather, it was the actions of one man doing the unthinkable, the impossible and the supreme. Yes, SCW, once more, Christian Savior STOLE the show. Once more, Christian Savior is the most youtubed SCW superstar and sought after superstar to be viewed on the website. The “Slam of the Night”, the “Crunch of the Week”, fuck the “Spear of the Century” will all play segments of my moves, my glory and my supremacy. Why? Because I dared to be supreme for each and every one of the sheep and lowlife in the audience, so they could have a taste of what it was like to witness greatness. I dared to be supreme for every neophyte that has ever walked through the halls of SCW and pandered to the idiots who pay top dollar for a ticket and a hot dog so they can tell their neighbors who they saw in person. Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie combined don’t get an ounce of the fame and money I get! Why? Because where Brangelina need makeup, special effects, and hundreds of other people doing their job just for them to get off their asses and make some movie magic, your true Messiah of the Ring and Omnipotent Opportunist provides the wonder and magic every show and pay-per-view 12 months a year, 365 days a year. Like Bradie and Angie, the rest of SCW is lucky enough to shit some form of greatness out of their mediocre, putrid, self-absorbed, repugnant asses once a year for the pathetic followers like yourself. I suppose at this point, you’re wondering what the hell I am talking about? Well, I suggest you actually do the world a favor and listen with your ears, rather than change the channel on the basis that you “don’t like someone hurting your feelings”. Whine and bitch all you want, the truth is the truth and while others, like Greg Cherry and Jason Zero, can say different, The Twilight Zone focuses on the truth in ALL spectrums. For those of you capable of hearing it and still listening, let me remind you of the words you uttered no more than a few nights ago during the main event of SCW’s Tactical Warfare. “Holy Shit!”. What an interesting phrase. It wasn’t spoken when Hudson managed to sneak into the ring and sneak out with the SCW title. It wasn’t when Starr finally managed an offense for a few seconds before being planted down and dominated by me again and again. It wasn’t when Jason Zero cried and whined again at failing, like I said he would, and it wasn’t when Thorn and Starr played patty-cake in the middle of the ring before giving each other their “secret bestest friends handshake” before returning to actually fight. No…this utterance, this phrase of disbelief was cheered so loud the gods heard it. And they heard it twice. Once was when the phoenix took flight, springing off a rope to spear his brother in half in mid-air! Thus silencing the critic and whiner that is Jason Zero. For that, it was worth not taking the title on that night. That alone was worth it, as poor…pitiful Zero…could do nothing to me! Hate to say I told you so, Jason. But I fucking told you so! But the loudest chant, the one that could wake the dead, the one heard around the world that even silenced the announcers as their muffin tops touched the ground…When Christian Savior leaped out of the ring to spear Thorn THROUGH the cage. Never had such a move been done or considered with such ferocity and reckless abandon. Why? Because unlike the rest of the supposed “superstar” inside the ring, Christian Savior thought outside of the box…or rather outside the cage. In this match, where a cage could easily be a weapon, all I saw were guys playing fucking tag with a mix of hide and go seek in a metal box! Like a bunch of live sardines, frolicking around in their can before being sealed like tuna. Well, my guarantee to reveal supremacy was greater than my need to be SCW champion! So the Master of Manipulation provided the Highlight of the Night, because that’s what I am. I am the Highlight of the Night. The Midnight Delight. And I alone bring the entertainment to SCW while others will waddle around like chickens with their heads cut off for the taste of immortality that is flowing through the veins of the supreme one, Christian Savior. But for all his greatness, Christian Savior is also honest. It’s no secret. I am an honest man. I tell it like it is. The truth is also on Tactical Warfare, we witnessed the birth of a new SCW champion. A man that I claimed had no intelligence. A man I claimed who’s greatest fault was that he liked the necessary wit to look around the ring and seize an opportunity. That night, that man won the match. So to Josh Hudson, I tip my hand, because you proved me right yet again. How could you be so stupid to pin Hurse? How could you have been so idiotic to not finish of Starr and take me out of SCW permanently, thus eliminating one of your competitors for Taking Hold of the Flame? How could you be so moronic as to not bide your time and wait for the right moment to strike ALL challengers? Instead, you ran in, got lucky with a three count, and then proceeded to run around the ring like you had won the goddamn lottery. Hudson, why are you so stupid?! Why can’t you get it through your thick skull? You’ve won the damn title in the past! Start acting like it! Be smarter! Get rid of opposition! Basic rule 101 for the heavyweight title, boy. It’s easy to win it. It’s much harder to keep it. Try to remember that the next time you defend that belt and manage to hold onto it. Maybe, you’ll start thinking about the smart way to stay champion and do the right thing. Like fucking end someone’s career! *Sigh* It’s disappointing, Hudson. Don’t get me wrong. You’re a better champion by leaps and bounds compared to that “one trick pony” amateur, Jake Starr. But again, because you can’t think outside the seconds of time and see the hours, days, months and years, you can’t possibly be supreme. That’s what makes me that much better than you. That’s why SCW is not allowing the one-on-one title shots that they have conveniently thrown out to the like of Thorn, Exeter, Katie Seward, and soon Jason Zero. That’s why I wasn’t inserted into the tournament months ago to determine the number one contender. That’s why in my entire career of SCW, I have received only two singles SCW Heavyweight champion shot. Because, unlike Jason Zero, I only need one. I only need one match one-on-one, where I can take what is mine. Where I can’t be robbed by someone pinning someone else while I am being the supreme deity that I am. Deep down, you and all of SCW know this. This whole thing, this fiasco, this conspiracy, this network of lies and politics is meant to hide SCW’s greatest treasure. It’s greatest and only still wrestling Supreme Champion. The current United States Champion and now the longest reigning champion on current champion board, now that Starr and Karnivale are out of the way. Still, I am expected to believe that because Hurse is a loser and can’t withstand a little pain without passing out, that at Taking Hold of the Flame, we are to have another clusterfuck match involving the people I put away? Funny how the rules are in SCW, where the guy that was put through the fucking cage gets ANOTHER title shot because of affiliation, while the “Highlight of the Night”, the man that made the audience enjoy the match is shafted yet again. Oh why does this not surprise me? After such a long tangent, Savior returns to his standing position, pacing around the floor with his hands enclosed behind his mask. Savior: Because I saw the Breakdown lineup for this week. And surprise surprise, once more I have to face none other than the talent-less hack that is Greg Cherry. It seems that whenever SCW wants to hide me, they stick me in some kind of mid-card match with this idiot. I mean, didn’t I just face him a few weeks ago and take him out with a spear or something? Didn’t I beat him again? And wasn’t he humiliated by me at 2-for-1? Why I am getting stuck with Greg Cherry?! Why am I being pulled to that kind of level? It’s insulting, it’s a joke! I’ve beaten him more times than my damn brother! What bullshit is going on here?! What happened? Hmm? Did SCW run out of ideas of what to do with me to keep me interested in working for them so they could make more money from my supreme nature? Did they just spin a ladle around around with names painted on it or some other random scheme? Because there is no way a person with an iota of intelligence would book this match with all clear conscience and control of faculties! If there is anyone, besides half the roster, that exemplifies the lack of supremacy in SCW, it’s Greg Cherry! I mean, one word describes this man, if I can call him that. Half-ass! And yes, that is one word since it’s hyphenated. Lazy half-ass! For gods sake, the man spent the pay-per-view beating up Drew Welachier! Drew Fucking Welachier! The one guy that’s got a worse track record than Dillusion! That’s what Cherry does now a days. He fucks up any main-event he touches and then wrestles nobodies and losers to try and get his confidence up till he can make the “Pen-gesture” mean something. It’s fucking pathetic! Son of a bitch! It is clear that Savior is less than thrilled with this information that he and the Pennsylvanian Sensation are locking horns again. Savior: I mean, what good can come of this? I kick his ass…again…and nothing happens. I walk away, nothing happens. So…from the Twilight Zone, I need to ask something to SCW. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?! Are you guys even watching this segment? Are you even paying attention to the words coming from your greatest champion? Or are you just like the roster and denying the words of truth by glossing over it like some sorry, bias jackass. Throwing his arms in the air, Savior is suddenly surprisingly silent as he moves around the room, pacing angrily as the painted chains on the wall ebb and weave into a pattern of black birds and then eyeballs. Savior: Greg…Greg…Nearly as many failed title shots thus far as Thorn and Katie. Again, WHY AM I NOT GETTING THE TITLE SHOTS ONE-ON-ONE?! Arrrgh! More anger and silence come from Savior for a few more seconds. It is harder for him to keep his composure. One could assume it could be the nature of his previous match has injured him to the point where his patience is limited. It is a possible as a bandage is revealed around the top of Savior’s forehead as he brushes his long hair out of the way of his eyes. Savior: Greg. I don’t want to fight you. I’m not like Jason. I don’t get a thrill from kicking your ass. Why? Because you’re not a challenge. You’re not a wrestler anymore. You’re nowhere in my league. Last time you fought me, I took you down so fast the state of Pennsylvania didn’t see anything like it since seeing Rocky fall down to Mr. T in Rocky III! No, faster than that! Apollo falling to Ivan Draco in Rocky IV- NO! Faster than that! Ellen Burstyn's One-woman The Oldest Living Confederate Widow Tells All opening and closing in the same night on Broadway! NO! Faster than that…actually that’s pretty accurate to how fast I beat you to the ground. You see my point?! You step in the ring with me again, you’re only going to get hurt. Why, again?! Because of the most basic of my arguments, and I save this only for the guys like you. My most simple, axiomatic statement. I am superior and you are not. I mean, I’m in no way a threat to your US title run yet, so I know I won’t be getting any extra effort put forth by you. I don’t hold the SCW title, so again, you probably won’t even put a promo up to discuss that or your “desire to put me away” and I sure as hell am not hitting on that slut of yours, Ashley, so there’s no pride on the line for you…do you even have any pride left? Anyway, anything that would cause you to get off your lazy, fat ass and get into the ring with me is vacant in this case. So what? You just going to roll in, raise your fists again and attempt to make me laugh and smile with your antics? Cause that’s what you’ve become, Cherry. A damn joke. A fat, overused joke, like a Jake Starr promo. Me? Again, I am the supreme being. I am the greatest champion in SCW, IWC, hell anywhere. I am the only Undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the World. I am the single greatest man to ever have graced wrestling. I’ve done things no one else has done without being handed anything like you have in SCW. As far as I see, your just a guy trying to get his meager paycheque so he can buy himself another large pizza just in time to watch the “Vampire Dairies” while venting on his blog about “unfair life”. You’re not even mediocre, Cherry. You’re just pathetic. You hold nothing over me other than a lengthy title reign which was filled with more absent days than actual defenses. I suppose if I keep up my current trend of being in this filler matches, I’ll beat that record without having to defend the title once, kinda like you! Bottom line, Greg Cherry, you’re going to be in that ring one more time with someone that doesn’t give a damn about you or whether your career lives or dies. It’s going to be different than facing my brother, Jason. Because I won’t get a thrill out of this. I won’t be looking to “even the odds” or “up the score”. I won’t be striving to make history or regain something from you. You have nothing that I want. No. What I’ll be looking for, is this being my last match where I have to wrestle the has-been Greg Cherry. The last match where I have to see your ugly, pathetic face walking down the ramp and getting in my way. The last time I will have to waste my energy and my time tearing you limb from limb from pillar to ringpost! The last time…period! Because this is it. After this, Cherry, it’s over. No do-overs, no rematches. Because I’ve had it. I’ve had it with all this matches were I face you and just beat you to the ground without any difficulty. I don’t waste my supremacy on the likes of you. I show my supremacy to the people that need to see it, that will learn from it, that will admire it and praise it. I show it to those that can maybe strive to be it. To those that fucking try. You? You are the lost cause, Cherry. Nothing I do will save your career and nothing you say can change the fact that you cannot beat me. Nothing you do can change the course I am on. Nothing. In the end, Greg, you’re just the guy they threw in to try and slow me down, but like the rest, all it takes is one spear of destiny to align my destiny back on track, while I send yours stumbling around, blind and dying through the treks and alleys…of the Twilight Zone! Without looking at the camera, Savior slowly walks towards the wall. The eyeballs painted on the back wall suddenly shift and change to that of what appears to be a walkway along a starry sky. Without stopping, Savior suddenly steps onto the walkway, continuing his journey along the path and into the darkness. The last thing we see is the paint, with Savior now in the image, swirling and disappearing into a whirlpool, leaving us only with a single word as the camera fades to black. “DESTINY” The End |
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