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Jason Zero vs. Thorn; SCW World Championship
Topic Started: Aug 2 2010, 06:41 PM (231 Views)
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Jason Zero vs. Thorn
SCW World Championship

2 RP Limit per singles match, 4 RP per team
Deadline: Noon EST Thursday, August 12, 2010

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OOC: Just something to get us started :D Best of luck Thorn. I hope you like it, everyone. FYI, the lyrics in red are from the song 'Weapon' by Matthew Good.






[align=center]I felt the hands poking and prodding my face. I could hear the voices shouting to one another. I heard her voice, soothing and warm, screaming her head off. She would be seen… everyone would know she was alive again. Alex had promised to make it our little secret. Soon, the world would know…

Here by my side… an angel…

But none of that mattered anymore. Her hands cradled my head as my eyes continued to bleed. They screamed as the trauma had corrupted the system, turning it inward against itself in a self implosion. I was numb to it, for it had been going on so long that my brain simply had started ignoring it, replacing it with a dull lullaby of promises of agony to come. I tuned out the other voices, isolating hers with as much focus as I dare muster.

‘Get away! All of you! Just get him out of here!’

The cold concrete floor. It’s amazing how over the years I have spent so much time on it… mostly impart to acts like what just befell me. Alex Desoubrais Jr… years before, his father used to do this sort of thing. The apple really didn’t fall far from the tree. His words haunted me, repeating in my skull like a possessed record player.

‘Bet you didn’t see this coming!’

Here by my side… the devil…

Had I? Had I seen it coming? Maybe I had. Maybe I hadn’t. I honestly did not know. The attack did not surprise me. I knew why it had been done and I knew full well what the intent was…

Revenge. Rachel had lost at Rise to Greatness. She had been bested, but ultimately, as I lay here, with my eyes bleeding, it was quite obvious who had bested whom. The only question was… had I let it happen… or had I become careless.

My body was going into shock. I could feel it coming on. I tried to will it to calm down but it wasn’t listening to me. It couldn’t end like this… not when I was so close. I had the shot. I had known about it weeks before Rise to Greatness. It was my time to begin the eighth reign. Why… why had fate been so cruel to allow this to happen…

Or did I let it happen…

Never turn your back on me… Never turn your back on me again…

I pushed them away, swinging wildly. My arm was gently grabbed by the woman whose touch I allowed to stay. She whispered in my ear that she had me… I let her help me up, my feet stumbling while my equilibrium was working over time to compensate for the darkness…

Here by my side… it’s heaven…

One week out and Thorn had the advantage already. No one had laid a finger on him… and what of this with Christian Savior. I had heard through the grapevine that he would face the winner of mine and Thorn’s match. What of that?! He had gone back on his word. He had promised to walk from IWC with me after the debacle that was IWC’s Paranoia VI. He had given me his word, along with several others…

Of course, when the time came for them to stand up for themselves, they had turned tail like whimpering dogs back to their master. And that was all Christian was going to be… a yelping dog who would beg for his scraps and then bark from afar when he didn’t get them. I was going to deal with him at Apocalypse… That was going to be MY liberation.

I opened my eyes… and I saw nothing…

Here by my side… it’s hell…

Only the red darkness of what was once a spectrum of light…


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Face to Faith: The Final Episode?
Part I: Severing The Final Tie
Twenty Four Hours Before Rise To Greatness

It wasn’t the sound of metal clamps being released that awoke him, nor had it been the creaking of steel plating as it supported the weight placed upon it. No, those things had not stirred him from his induced slumber.

It was the squeaks… He could hear that unmistakable sound of high pitch warbling that could only come from one living source.

Rats.

He opened his eyes, straining to the light that shone above him in a dusty old bulb that swung back and forth. His first instinct was to reach up grab the bulb to stop its pendulum course. As he tensed his muscles, preparing them to move, he realized that his chosen course of action was impossible…

For he was shackled to the slab he lay on. In other words, Charles Wheeler was trapped.

‘Oh good, you’re finally up.’ Came that same voice. Lyrical and soft. The same bitch who had chloroformed him at the airport. Who was she? And why had she done this? A man in his position and power, he had more enemies than Heffner had venereal diseases. Speaking of disease, those rats, Charles hoped, were far away from him. He tried to sit up but found that quite impossible too. Eventually, he got tired of trying things and start shouting.
‘What the hell is this? I don’t know who you are but if you don’t untie me from this thing, you are going to be one dead bitch!’

‘Of course…’ the male voice that suddenly permeated the room cause the bound Wheeler to look, cramming his neck to the left. He only caught a glimpse of the buttoned jacket but knew the style and knew it well.

‘Jason?’ he said aloud.

‘You would never recognize your daughter in law… well your future one anyway.’

The woman stepped into his line of sight, and Charles almost jumped out of his skin, if he could have. There standing right there in front of him in all beauty, was Demeter. Her stare was ice cold, not that there had ever been any love lost between them. He hated her because she was of Villefort’s line, the man who had killed his wife and Jason’s mother. She hated him because… well Charles didn’t really care why. But the thing was that she was supposed to be dead. None of Charles’ agents had seen her since her apparent death. How had she managed to stay underground for so long?

Refusing to dignify her existence with the typical ‘You’re supposed to be dead garble’, He just turned back to where he thought his son was.

‘So… what? You think that by putting me in this predicament that you’re going to make me hand over ‘Eve’? You think I would let you have all of Eden? I know you have Adam so don’t deny it, Jason. But you will never get Eden from me.’

He heard the young man chuckle, then the clicks of metal heels on the marble floor.

‘You have no idea where you are… you’re tied to a metal slab… by the son you’ve tried to kill TWICE… and the first thing to your head is about that damn Element’.

He leaned over into Charles’ view. Jason Wheeler… his hair darkened by the lack of proper light. He held something up so that his father could see. It was a vial with an electric yellow colored liquid within it.

Adam!

Without Even, it was a deadly nerve toxin. With her… Adam was so much more. Was this how it was going to end? Charles struggled in place while Jason seemed to hover above him. He didn’t stop moving until he felt the vial placed in his hand.

‘That’s all you ever wanted… wasn’t it, old man?’ His father looked down as much as he could to his bound hand. Jason had actually placed it in his father’s palm. As he watched, the SCW wrestler went through his father’s pockets, removing another vial… this time with an electric pink liquid inside it. That was Eve.

He looked at her for a moment with a sigh before he spoke again.

‘To think… I almost let this thing consume my life just as it had you…’ he placed that vial in his father’s other hand. The sight was something to behold. There he laid upon that metal slab, holding what he had searched for all this time. It was almost too good to be true…

He heard the cracking before he felt the pain shoot from his hands. He looked down again to see his wrists twisted at horrible angles. The result had caused his hands to instinctively clamp down, holding the vials in a steel tight grip. In one fell swoop, Jason had snapped both of his father’s wrists without breaking a sweat.

As he cried in pain, Jason leaned against the wall that supported the metal slab. His arms crossed, he looked down to his father who squirmed in pain.

Here by my side a new color to paint the world…

‘You know… I must have thought about how I was going to do it at least a hundred times a night, Charles. I think I realized that I was going to be the one to do it when you set me up to go to jail. Remember that? All those months of hell in Di’F… I think that is where it started. My eternal hatred for you. Now, I have a chance to wipe the slate clean…’

‘What the hell are you talking about. You can’t kill me, Jason. They’d find you!’

‘Who? Your little entourage. I think once they realize you’re gone… they will have a lot more joy in their lives. You didn’t rule your minions very well did you old man? Threatening their families and shooting their hands isn’t what I would call ‘effective’ in maintaining loyalty. You want loyalty? Look at Jake Starr and Thorn… Thorn has the SCW title that was taken from Starr, perhaps unjustly… and yet there Starr stands ready to back his old ally. You never knew anything about loyalty. The only specialty that you know is how to attack, something that was passed on to me. I attack to… and I attack an opponent at his weaknesses… Rachel’s is her obsession and her often blinding rage, but Thorn’s is different. Rise to Greatness is where I am headed, and I plan on starting afresh there, dad… which means wiping away the past, which, fortunately… includes you.’

He had an idea. He would keep his son talking for as long as he could until someone spotted what he was doing and stop him.

‘So…’ he started, trying to think of something. ‘What is Thorn’s weakness? How are you going to beat him to take back the SCW title.’

‘Oh look…’ Jason said bringing his hands to his chest. ‘Daddy’s suddenly taking an interest in his son’s work. Oh daddy! Maybe we CAN start over fresh and… *blows raspberry*… you honestly think you can get me monologue-ing until help arrives? Seriously, I’m your damn son. I’ve been outsmarting you for years and you think I would make a rookie mistake now? They next person who comes here is the caretaker and that’s in 8 hours and 12 minutes. Trust me. This will all be over long before that.’

‘Fuck you.’ Charles muttered, his whole body starting to rack with the pain. Jason only smiled.

Never turn your back on me again… Never turn your back on me…

‘But while I have your undivided attention, dad…’ He leaned over his father’s prone body. ‘I WILL tell you Thorn’s weakness. Thorn lacks the killer instinct to get the job done. Look at who has had to defeat me… Josh Hudson and Jake Starr. Others like Lucas Knight, Christian Savior, and Katie Steward, and even Greg Cherry… all great wrestlers but they lack that killer instinct. They THINK they will do anything to win but only Josh and Jake do EVERYTHING. Josh escaped my grasp but I’ll deal with Jake soon enough. Thorn belongs in the latter category. He won’t dip into that dark side to finish me off and so I will just keep on coming after him… like a rat after a piece of cheese.’

That was deliberate and Charles knew it. He kept hearing those squeaks. Jason was still talking.

‘Oh he is plenty brave enough, taking risks that would scare even the strongest of us, but he will not let himself become vicious enough to beat me. I know it. I know what the man is capable of. Can he get past Greg Cherry? I doubt it… but if he does, he won’t get past me. Greg I have beaten enough times to know where his weaknesses are. More than enough times… Just like you. All I had to do was fake my own death to lure you out of hiding. You never saw it coming, did you?’

Charles really hadn’t and now he was trapped because of it. He looked away from his son who walked out of his line of sight.

‘My life is changing, old man… and there’s a new chapter in it that is about to be written. A chapter where I am the SCW Champion, I have a life that is envied above all and most importantly… you are not in it.’

‘What are you going to do? You can’t kill me, son.’ Charles smiled through his pain. ‘You talk about that killer instinct, well you lack it against ME, boy. You can’t kill your own father. Even if you leave me here, wherever here is, I’ll get out, and I’ll track you down. You won’t have one moment’s happiness, and I swear, I’ll make that car bomb that put your kitty cat over there in a coma seem like a stroll in the park.’

He heard a sigh and for a moment, he felt triumphant over his son, but then his son spoke again.

‘I thought that would be the case. I guess you leave me no choice then, Charles.’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘Doesn’t this place seem familiar to you? You were here about twenty years ago… when we interred mother here… with the rest of the Wheeler clan.’

Charles’ mouth dropped as Wheeler opened a portion of the wall, a small slit really, and pulled out a corpse on an identical metal slap right beside Charles! Within seconds, Charles was staring into the long dead eyes of his lost wife!

The sight made him want to throw up. He tried to look away but Jason grabbed his father’s head and forced him to look.

‘You were never there for her. You let her die. You were never there for me. And now… your sins have finally got up with you.’

He let go of the bastard’s head and pushed his mother back into her place. Charles knew for sure where he was. The Wheeler Family Mausoleum. Charles’ ancestor of many generations had purchased the land for his descendant’s remains. So this was the plan…

‘So what… you’re going to bury me here? Leave me here to die?’

‘That’s part of the plan yes…’ Jason replied with a smile. ‘But I’m not like you, Charles. You alone with only your thoughts and that which you wanted your whole life in your hands… still not enough. I believe in justice… so you are finally going to give back to someone after taking so much.’

‘What are you saying?’

He saw his son reach down and pull into his view a burlap sack. As Charles looked in horror he saw something moving inside of it. He heard the noises that came from within it.

Rats… a whole slew of them.

Charles shook his head, unable to speak as his son dumped the bag into the open slit of the mausoleum. He tried to say ‘No…’ and scream at the top of his lungs but he couldn’t find the strength. Jason had won… he had finally bested his father.

This really was the end.

The rats scurried around in the dark, their teeth razor sharp and their little stomachs empty. Jason grabbed the metal slab and with a smile of farewell to his old man said the words he had probably been wanting to say most of his life.

‘See you in hell father!’

He sent the metal slab and the old man into the darkness, slamming the metal doorway shut. The sign on the door said ‘Jason Wheeler – 1984 – ‘. No one could hear it but inside… there were screams that could have waked the dead. The rats had found their new meal and it was one that would last them for a long time…

Here by my side… you are destruction…

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I Will Make You A Weapon....

The Following Letter Was Written With Instructions That It Be Delivered To The SCW Champion Following Rise To Greatness.

Thorn,

It’s like a dream for you right now isn’t it? A dream come true like something out of a fairy tale where you are the hero and you have finally gotten everything you could have wanted thanks to heart work and discipline.

Three Years Ago… Or Perhaps it was four, time travels differently for one like me… I achieved what you did in a far greater amount of time. It took me much longer to win the SCW title match on the grandest stage of them all. I did it by vanquishing my oldest foe, Xander Valentine. Many assumed I could not, just as many question as to why I am receiving an SCW title shot against you this Friday Night. Perhaps they are right. What do you think?

We are a mere two weeks from our first encounter of this magnitude. We stand at different places. You are on top of the world having bested Greg Cherry, a man who knows more than a few defeats at my hands, yet for some reason, he has not been able to pin me in singles matches for some time. However, I am writing this from a most uninspiring of places… a hospital.

You see, Rachel Foxx and Alex Desoubrais Jr. thought it would be in their best interests in hopes of rectifying their failures at Rise to Greatness by ambushing my and attacking me with a kendo stick. Rachel Foxx, like the crow upon its enemies, dove at the one thing that she might be able to hurt… my eyes.

What awaits the diagnosis, I do not know. Perhaps our match will be over… before it even begins. But know this, my dear boy, that no matter what that doctor says, I will stand in that ring, ready and willing to fight you. Sanctioned or Unsanctioned… Title or No Title… Greg Cherry stole my Rise to Greatness main event. He took it from me.

He stole it… and as I predicted… he choked. He had it all in front of him and he choked. Why? Because Greg Cherry cannot get it done the playing field is just about even. He needs that advantage. I, on the other hand, do not. There are not twenty nine other superstars to weaken me before you step in, Thorn. Where it is true that Rachel has done a fine job stacking the deck against me, it would be unwise for you to do any sort of celebration yet. After all… the tiger is at its most dangerous when it is backed against the wall.

I am that tiger, Thorn. Whether or not it’s for your title. Whether or not it’s in the ring… Your dream is about to become your nightmare.

See you soon…

Jason Alucard Wheeler


Here By My Side… It’s Heaven…
Here By My Side… It’s Hell….

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OOC: Just had a last minute panic thinking I couldn't get my layout working haha, but here it is, I quite like this one :) as always good luck Kai. Shoots fair game obviously and unless generalising, the scene included is that term we like to call "off camera" :D

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OOC: Here is my second...had to code this one manually by hand because Dreamweaver was having some major issues...hope you enjoy this :)

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OOC: Thorn, it has been a pleasure. If you win this one, it is well deserved cause I gave you everything I got here. Best of luck to you my friend. Hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it.









Thorn,

Before I continue on in what has surely been the most watched episode of Face to Faith in some time, I wanted to address something that you said. You are right. I DID say that you reminded me of me… that is to say that you remind me of a younger, more innocent hero of time. I will not pretend that those words never escaped my lips, but in truth, when I look upon those words I once uttered, I cringe. Not because you do not deserve such a title, but because I would not wish upon you the curse that has become being what I am.

That is… The Hero of Time.

Thorn, I am going to do something that is completely out of character for me. I am going to tell you what I really think. No tricks. No Mind Games to get you to lower your defenses before Friday Night’s epic encounter. None of that. I am going to be honest, so count your blessings here.

First of all, in my opinion… my REAL opinion, you’re still green. Now before you go scoffing at the idea, let me explain. You were able to best Josh Hudson and Jake Starr, something I was never able to do to this point. Now some would argue, the charlatans in power I suppose, that Hudson did not bring his best against you and that is why he over-compensated resulting in his error. But at the end of the day, the circumstances regarding that are irrelevant to me. What matters is the truth…

And the truth is that I could never defeat Josh Hudson. It is something that will no doubt haunt me for the rest of my life that I could never defeat him, but the only way I will ever truly win is being a great champion than he ever was. Perhaps then I can find some small measure of peace. But this diatribe isn’t about me and my deepest regrets… least not yet anyway.

Like your ally, Starr, you have risen up the ranks with fantastic speed. This is not an unusual phenomenon and the true mark of a legend is not that he makes it to the top, but that he stays there. You turned a lot of heads at Rise to Greatness when you defeated Greg Cherry.

But it was still possibly the WORST pay per view main event in the history of SCW. On Rise to Greatness, we saw a has been wrestler get trounced by a younger, more popular SCW Champion. I regret that. I failed you and all of SCW when I was eliminated in the Taking Hold of the Flame Battle Royale. I knew Cherry would not be a suitable opponent to you, Thorn, and yet I still made a critical mistake, ruining Rise To Greatness this year. It will be a stain on my career the rest of my life, much like Hudson.

Do you know why you were able to defeat Greg Cherry, Thorn? It is because Greg Cherry, much like yourself, is without that killer instinct that I made mention of earlier. He does things for himself, and that is his only purpose. As the world saw, this whole time I have been testing Sasha to ensure that SCW is in the right hands. Why, you may ask… in truth it is because I believe my time was coming. Not the way sycophants like Cherry and Davis used to say like ‘My TIME IS COMING!’… No I mean it is almost my time. Time for me to go…

After what happened at Breakdown, I believe that this sad fact is slowly turning into reality. A few weeks ago, I sat down to an interview where I was asked about the heir… a legacy… the NEW hero of time. Thorn, a few years ago, if I was in the situation I was in now… I know that I would hand over that mantle to you. I know that. Between you and Starr, you hold the most promise. Jake has become too powerful too fast. He no longer believes with his whole being in the purity of combat, rather, his pride comes from his growing body count.

But you… you fight for something different don’t you? I am still not sure what, but I know it is something above the norm. As I said, IF I was in a different time, I would have named you as my successor, proclaiming you the new hero of time in SCW.

But I did that once before to a man who betrayed us all. And it was then I realized that the mantle I hold is not a blessing but a curse. A hero suffers, Thorn… and the hero of time doubly so. What I have had to endure, I would not want to bestow on my worst enemy, let alone someone I actually do not harbor any malice towards.

That’s why… I will fight you and I will test you, Thorn. I will test your championship reign, just as I was tested during mine. I truly hope that you face this challenge head on and without any aid. There are few in SCW that I would consider honorable. You are one of them… for now.

The SCW title, my boy, relish it and guard it well, but know that it changes people. It corrupts them. As the man who has held that title more times than any other superstar, I should know. It turns gods into heathens, devils into demented fools, and heroes into villains. I know… I once almost sold my soul to keep it.

Don’t make the same mistakes I did, Thorn. Do not become addicted to what you now hold, because at Ammo, I have every intention of taking the SCW title from you, and if you are the least bit addicted to it, you will relentlessly pursue it until you get it back… doing anything you can to acquire it once more.

Believe me, I know.

Don’t make that mistake, Thorn, because it will make you lose all that makes you great. It will corrupt you and turn you towards the dark side… don’t laugh, my boy. I have seen it happen. It will transform you into evil. An evil that will once again have to be vanquished.

And I will be there… waiting.

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Face to Faith: The Final Episode
Part II: When All Else Fails
The Following Events Take Place Some Time After Breakdown

‘What’s taking them so long?’ she muttered under her breath.

Demeter sat on a chair that wouldn’t be comfortable for a dog. She opened the window a crack, relishing the fresh cool breeze that came in. Her sister up in Ontario had been complaining about the insane humidity so secretly, Demeter felt kind of glad to be getting the chill down her spine from the wind.

She looked over to the reason for her being in this place, a hospital in a no name down. Jason lay on the bed, sleeping due to the effects of the anesthetics. His eyes were bandaged over completely as were his hands from another accident involving a mirror and the Hero’s trademark rage.

They were waiting for the results from the directors, results that would determine the fate of Jason Zero and the upcoming SCW title match with Thorn.

She considered her lover. There was very little way that Thorn would be able to walk out the SCW Champion of Zero was at his best. As Zero had said, Thorn was not used to SCW. He was not used to the mind games that Jason was a master at playing. Which meant that his mind was ripe for the picking. The problem with facing guys like Starr and Hudson was that none of those guys believed in using their opponent’s weaknesses against them. They preferred to barrel in like a maddened bull, hoping that their strength would carry them through. They believed in taking wild shots, hoping that they would land enough of them to ensure victory.

Sad part was that their strategy, despite slowing down in Starr’s case and flat out halting for Hudson, had worked. But now as their momentum began to lull, there was only one style that still seemed to remain as dangerous as the day it had arrived onto SCW.

Zero’s.

If Starr, Hudson, and even Thorn, were considered the bulls… charging into battle recklessly and without thought, then Zero was the matador. His moves were sharp and he dodged the bulls when they attacked, only being grazed from time to time. He never struck unless it was a lethal attack, well timed to perfection. One master stroke as it were. It hadn’t needed to do that with Hudson. Starr had done it for him. Now there were only two bulls left to overcome.

Starr… and Thorn.

He would get to the latter soon enough. That is, if the damn doctor would get ever get here.

She felt the vibration in her pockets, rising to her feet to answer the phone. What she heard on the phone would become the best news of the day for her.

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‘Results are in’.

While Demeter was stewing in the patient room with the future SCW World Champion, Doctor Adrien Vega was compiling all the notes he had on his most important patient at the moment.

Jason Alucard Wheeler, aka Jason Zero in professional wrestling, was a high profile patient right now, and Vega had to ensure that he did everything in his power to provide for the boy. It would mean big things for the hospital, maybe a new wing or perhaps even a gateway to more high profile cases.

Vega was seeing stars, but then again, he had to get through Zero first. Shaking his head clear, he went over the notes. He knew very little about professional wrestling and even less about Jason Wheeler. The only thing he knew for sure was that the man had a supposed match up against another man called Thorn for the world title.

He knew this, because Zero had not stopped uttering it until they had knocked him out with the anesthesia.

The boy was a regular cornucopia of medial marvels. He suffered from Pryoria, a disease in the blood stream that caused hemoglobin to not get enough oxygen to the brain. To counter act this, he had been ingesting a great deal of oxygenated blood from a private supplier. That explained the silver case that he and his girlfriend carried everywhere. Vega wondered just how he took the blood into his system. Most likely it was done intravenously, but then again, Vega had never seen any needle marks on the boy.

Not a single one.

Pushing his thoughts of such matters to the side, he focused on the read through of the diagnosis. Wheeler had suffered extensive eye trauma by the sudden force of a kendo stick. Someone, Vega did not care for who, had bludgeoned Wheeler for the sole purpose of blinding the poor man.

Judging from the results, that soulless criminal just may have succeeded.

He picked up the phone to alert the right people. He knew that the moment he said anything, it would be leaked all over the internet, but then again, Vega had no idea that the at the time, Wheeler’s pryoria was one of the best well kept secrets in the wrestling world.

A secret that would be a secret no more…

Vega didn’t know any better as he spoke into the phone, he was too busy feeling sorry for Wheeler… and to the woman that may end up having to care for him the rest of her life.

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It was several hours later when Demeter’s eyes shot. A nurse was changing the bed sheets of one of the other patients and had accidentally bumped into her. Apologizing for her clumsiness, the nurse moved quickly out of the room. Demeter’s first instinct was to check on Zero. As her eyes adjusted once more to the light, she saw that he had not moved yet. He was still lying there, his chest moving up and down in rhythmic fashion. Those damn doctors still hadn’t shown up.

‘And of course, our top story remains today of Jason Alucard Wheeler.’

The sound of her lover’s name sent Demeter’s head turning to the television. The nurse must have turned it on when she was leaving. She stared at the screen as a video image of the attack on Zero was played before her eyes. She was repulsed by the very sight and yet she could not look away.

‘This was the scene last breakdown where Rachel Foxx and her boyfriend, Alex Desoubrais Jr, son of wrestling icon Alex Desoubrais aka Canadian Heartbreak Kid, orchestrated a brutal attack on the seven time SCW Champion just days before his SCW title match against current heavyweight champion, Thorn. Our sources tell us that Jason Wheeler is still in the hospital in stable condition. Alex Desoubrais was called in to give his comments regarding the attack and the current status on his apparent partner and ally. The Canadian Heartbreak Kid had this to say.’

The television turned over to Alex Desoubrais, CHBK to millions, sitting on a chair. He looks to the reporter that can’t be seen by the camera.

‘It’s a hard thing as a father to see a son stoop to such actions that I still chastise myself for doing when I was younger. At the same time, I warn Alex now that it is going to take more than that to keep Jason down for long.’

‘So you think that Zero will be able to recover from this?’ the reporter asks from off camera.

‘I think that I have seen Zero cheat death and severe harm on more than one occasion by means that were more excessive than a kendo stick. If Jason is put out of commission for good because of this, I will be very surprised.’

‘And how do you think that this going to affect the SCW title match for Friday Night Ammo?’

Alex nods thoughtfully as he contemplates this before speaking.

‘There’s one thing about Jason that everyone should know by now. He ALWAYS has a backup plan. Always…’

The television screen goes back to the guys doing the show.

‘Well backup plan or no, there has been no word from Supreme Championship Wrestling regarding any change in the card so the match is still technically on…’

A video graphic of a guy firing off a machine gun at the logo ‘Friday Night Ammo’ is shown before some videos of both wrestlers is shown right before the versus screen.

‘It’ll be Thorn and Jason Zero christening the for first ever Friday Night Ammo as they go one on one for the SCW title. Can the Hero of Time make it a record breaking eighth reign or will Thorn continue his hot streak that started off just a few months ago at Taking Hold of the Flame…’

There is video promo of some kind hyping Ammo that plays but Demeter does not take notice of that. Her cell phone rang again. She was expecting it, but at the same time, her hands still trembled at the thought that all of this was really happening. She slowly answered the phone.

‘Hello?’

‘How is he?’

‘He’s fine.’ She cracked out. ‘Is this - -‘

‘Yes. I’m on my way.’

‘Ok.’

She heard the click, closing the cell phone slowly as she turned to look at her unconscious lover. Leaning forward, she held his hand in one hand and stroked his hair with the other.

‘Jason…’ she purred. ‘Your search is over… We found him.’

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The baby’s cries were soft yet strong. As the mother held her child close, Jason Zero could not help but feel sorry for it. Fate was a cruel entity, for it had taken from this child his only father… using temptation and other forms of greed to lure him away. Now, this child would never know his father, except from that which his mother would tell.

Zero watched this remembering his own past, remembering that he too now had lost a father. Of course the differences were miles apart. This boy had not chosen to be abandoned. As he stood there in this hazy world, Zero thought of Thorn. What had HIS father been like? Had he been abandoned to? Well he certainly did not starve for attention now with Bishop Steele and Jake Starr looking after him.

He did not have time to entertain such thoughts for long as the floor beneath him split apart jaggedly, ripping out from under him. Zero hopped to one side, struggling to maintain balance. The woman, and her child were not so lucky, falling into the chasm that had suddenly been created. As he watched them plummet, Zero wanted to reach out to save them more than anything in the world…

But he didn’t. He just watched them fall. His eyes kept staring, even after they had disappeared from his sight. Could he have saved them? Could he have saved anyone? Or was he just deluding himself? The chasm suddenly burst to life again, springing forth from it what appeared to be a squared throne. There were poles on each corner attached to them a velvet rope. It looked like… a wrestling ring, but one where there was only one king.

He saw that king standing there in the middle of that ‘ring’. He wore robes woven in darkness. The only light that came was from the gold piece of metal and leather that wrapped around his waste. There were followers who bowed to them. They were an empire wide, spanning as far as his eyes could dare go. They praised him highly as he raised his fist to them. Zero could see him better as he turned to the direction of the hero… long raven hair tipped in red… and an eye patch. An eye patch that was not his, but one that Zero knew very well.

‘Jason…’

Both the King and the Hero looked up to the heavens as the Oracle voice spoke unto them.

‘Jason… Your search is over... We found him.’

The king slowly looked down to the hero from afar, tearing off the eye piece and throwing it away. His gaze seemed to say only one thing as the Hero suddenly felt himself being pulled away from this place and its master. Just one simple thing.

See You Soon

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‘...His left eye is almost completely severed, the - -‘

Demeter’s gasp threw the doctor off. Originally, he thought it was her reaction to what he was telling her, but as he looked, he saw that it was, in fact, due to her hand suddenly being squeezed. He watched as Jason Wheeler suddenly breathed in deeply. As the air filled his lungs, he felt his face, probably wondering why he was still in darkness.

‘Demi? Hello?... Why am I bound up? Why is there a blindfold over my eyes?’ He seemed quite calm as he tried to sit up without sight.

‘Jason, you are in a hospital. This is Doctor Vega. He’s been treating your eyes.’

‘Hello doctor.’ Wheeler extended his hand, completely away from his target and almost striking Demeter in the face, but never the less, there was somewhat of a smile on his face. He seemed to be in high spirits despite what had happened. Vega made his way around the bed so that he could shake hands with the young man.

‘Good evening to you, Mr. Wheeler. I hope your sleep was a sound one.’

‘It’s not without its charm. Since your not a psychologist, I don’t expect you to dig deep into the meaning of my dreams.’ He cracked a grin. This was good. Perhaps he would be alright with the news he was about to get.

‘Well no,’ Vega said with a smile he knew that Wheeler could not see. ‘I specialize in nerve treatment, particularly in the facial and vertebrae region.’

‘Uh oh…’ was Wheeler’s response. ‘Let me guess, doc. That attack left me blind, didn’t it.’

‘No!’ Vega quickly responded, absolutely stunned that Wheeler seemed perfectly fine with the notion. ‘Whatever gave you that idea?’

The young man shrugged, putting his arm around Demeter as he swung over to the side of the bed slowly.

‘Well, you’re obviously a specialist. After the attack, all I saw was red. I figured I was going to wake up, in the worst case scenario, blind. I already made my peace with it. So if that’s what it is, just tell me, doc.’

A unique man. Vega found himself almost wishing he WAS a psychologist, just so he could get an understanding of where this man’s strength of mind came from.

‘But Mr. Wheeler. You aren’t blind. Not really anyway. See - -‘

‘I can’t.’ he said with a chuckle that even got Demeter and Vega laughing a bit. Vega wished all his patients were like this. Made his job a lot easier.

‘Right…’ he continued. ‘Your left eye received the worst of the trauma. As Ms. Villefort can see, the nerve center for color recognition is almost completely severed. Granted, you said you saw all red, so it can be safe to assume that you still recognize certain colors. However, to compensate, your right eye nerve will only recognize those colors until your body readjusts your nerves, which could take years or may even never happen. Nerves are strange that way. Recovery is different.’

Zero nodded taking all this in.

‘See… that’s good news then.’ He said with a smile. ‘So I can still wrestle right? I mean no one ever said being color blind was a disadvantage right? Now how bout we take off these bandages and I get out of your hair?’

There was a strange air of confidence around him. It was as if… he already knew what had happened to him and was just going through the motions… but how could he have - - Vega let go of such a thought. It wasn’t his business.

‘Actually, Mr. Wheeler. I think it would be best if you kept some sort of bandage on. It is in my professional opinion that you avoid any sort of trauma to your eyes.’

‘But then - -‘

‘Just for a few months. Afterwards, we will do some more tests and re-evalute. What I would like to suggest, Mr. Wheeler, is that you let me reconnect the nerve endings to more healthy ones right outside your retina. It's a delicate procedure and there is no guarantee but it's a good chance. You won’t be able to retrieve the colors you have lost, but your nerves would be secure and it will reduce the risk of them becoming detached entirely and you going blind, which I think is a better fate.’

Wheeler sighed, nodding his head. ‘So that’s it then?’ he said with a shrug. ‘I can’t do the title match?’

The doctor shook his head and then remembered his place.

‘It would be very dangerous, Mr. Wheeler. If you received a sudden intense blow to the head, you may dislodge the nerve entirely which would make you blind in both eyes. As it is, the surgery we need to do is risky enough, but it’s your best shot.’

‘So… I’m like Rocky in all his movies after the first one. I kept watching those movies waiting for him to go blind, and he never did. So, I just gotta cover my head. No big deal.’

Wheeler reached up for the bandages and Vega moved to stop him, but he came to halt as the woman, Demeter is what he called her, put up her hand to stop the doctor. Wheeler ripped the bandages off his face before slowly opening his eyes. Right before he did, Vega turned the lights off, just to make it easier.

Wheeler squinted for a moment before looking left to right. He then looked down to the floor, getting up to his feet.

‘Ok…’ he said walking around. ‘I can see. No problem. I mean yeah everything is either Red or black and it’s a little hard to distinguish some shapes, but this isn’t so bad. I can take Thorn on like this.’

Now it was Vega’s turn to sigh.

‘I hate to do this, but please bear in mind that I am your doctor.’

‘Do what?’ Wheeler asked. Vega answered with a flick of his wrist, turning the lights back on. Wheeler suddenly let out a scream covering his eyes and falling back over the cot onto the floor. At first Vega was afraid that he had been hurt but as he helped himself up, Wheeler showed more inward pain due to the light than being a tad banged up.

‘What the hell?!’ He yelled out. A far cry from the tone he had when he thought he was blind.

‘Your eyes are extremely sensitive to light, Mr. Wheeler. You will need certain special shades to shield you. Any exposure to tremendous amount of light will most certainly further strain your nerves.’

‘You mean…’ he breathed heavily, ‘like at an arena with thousands of cameras and stage lights.’

‘Exactly.’ He saw the defection on the boy’s face as he put it all together in his head. Vega turned off the lights allowing Wheeler to open his eyes again. They were crying from the sudden stimuli and were bright red.

‘Ok…’ Wheeler said getting to his feet once again. ‘When can we arrange this surgery?’

‘Not for a few weeks.’ Vega replied. ‘I know you badly want to face this Thorn person for the world title, but surely they will put it off for a few weeks to maybe two months.’

Wheeler chuckled again, the joke lost on Vega. ‘You don’t understand SCW, doc. You know how long I’ve had to campaign for a one on one shot at the SCW title? Over a year and a half. I miss this one and I end up waiting that long or even longer for another one.’

Vega understood. Wheeler was an athlete and all, and he seemed to be a very strong youth. He was going to face Thorn, one way or another. Vega was sure of that. Walking over to the desk he had placed supplies, he handed a pair of shades to the young wrestler.

‘These are specialty glasses that I ordered in once I got your results. They cost 500 dollars and that’s rounding down. So take care of them.’

They were fashionable, colored red with metal frames. As Wheeler opened his eyes, he gasped in a completely different tone.

‘It’s like I have night vision on. Everything is light green and black now. This is cool.’

‘Well, it will help with the lights at the SCW arena.’

‘But doc… you told me that - -‘

‘Yeah, I did.’ He said shaking his head. ‘And if I believed for a moment that you would listen to me and not do this craziness, I would not have given you those sunglasses. But your reputation for doctor’s orders were forwarded to me, and I would rather NOT have my first celebrity patient go blind on my watch, so please just exercise caution against that man, Thorn.’

‘Can do, doc.’

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About half an hour later, Jason Wheeler walked out of the hospital, with his shades on tight. His instinct was to sit in the driver’s seat, but Demeter saw an end to that right away. As they pulled out of the hospital, she, having been silent for so long, finally looked over to say more than a few words.

‘He seems to know a lot about you, eh?’

‘Well… for the best I am sure.’

‘You’re going to do this, aren’t you? Face Thorn even when all he has to do is tear off your sunglasses or hit you in the head hard enough?’

She heard the hero sigh, his mind still half occupied by the dream he had had. Wheeler was not stupid. He knew what it had meant. It was a sign. A sign of things to come. That king… he knew. Somehow he knew.

‘How did you do it?’ Demeter was still asking questions. ‘You seemed perfectly ok with the prospect of being blind, and yet you were upset when you couldn’t wrestle. I don’t get it.’

‘Because…’ Wheeler said looking out the window of the car. ‘If I had been blind, there would have been no argument to be made. If I was blind, that’s it. That’s the end of my saga. As long as I have vision… I can still fight and so I have to. It’s not my time yet.’

‘But why? Why - -‘

‘You know, truth be told, I was hoping I was blind, Demi. Then I could finally rest. I would have no choice but to end it there. That would be it. I could accept that. It’s a warrior’s end.’

‘You could accept being blind the rest of your life?’

He didn’t answer that one. He just kept staring out the window. Demeter did not know what he was seeing and yet a part of her yearned to know. She didn’t see him take out his cell phone and dial a number. Didn’t even know he was on the phone until she heard him talk to someone that wasn’t her.

‘Yes, Sasha Drachewych please…. Sasha? It’s Jason. Yeah, I’m alright. Thanks for the concern. Listen, I need to talk to you and Alex as soon as possible. Can you set something up? Tomorrow? Alright noon. Yes everything is alright I suppose. No. Keep the match with Thorn set. I know how you get, and I am not going to blow this chance. Alright, thank you. Good night.’

He hung up. Sasha and Zero weren’t TOO fond of each other, but Sasha obviously knew this was one incident that needed direct attention before it all got out of hand. She had been tested by the hero and had been the only one to actually pass. She had earned his trust and it was her and Alex who would be the first ones to hear of his condition. They would then listen to his plan. Already, she could tell the wheels in her lover’s head were turning.

‘Can you beat him? I mean Thorn?’ She asked. That was the million dollar question. Zero nodded his confirmation before he vocalized it.

‘Yeah. I can. But he can beat me too, especially like this. Only thing is that he’s bound to realize what happened to me before hand. It’s not going to be my crutch but I know Thorn’s type. I’ve tangled with his best friend before. He won’t go for my glasses. He’ll try other tactics before he resorts to that.’

‘You’re sure?’

‘Counting on it. If he tries to do the Greg Cherry Special, then we’re screwed. He’ll rip those things off me faster than a kid with presents at Christmas time. No… we gotta hope that his valor holds up. Otherwise, there is no way in hell I can stop him.’

‘What if he does? What’s your plan?’

Zero didn’t answer that one right away.

‘He won’t. If I wasn’t too afraid that it would curse him like it cursed me, Demeter… I would name him the new hero of time. He won’t do it. He can’t do it. Not unless he’s less than I think he is.’

‘And if he is?’

Zero looked over to her, clearly upset with the constant string of questions.

‘Then we deal with it. Simple as that.’

She let that one go, surrounding her own mind with the doubts and fears of having Zero risk his sight just for a match. Had he really been alright with being blind and thus forcing himself to leave SCW and his mantle as the Hero of time? Had it become such a burden on him since she had disappeared? Demeter did not know, nor would she for some time. No one would.

The story does not end here, my people, but rather turns off into a new chapter. Was this how it was meant to be? Did Zero know this would happen? It is impossible to say with him. However, as they drove further into the night towards their destination, they were interrupted in their silence by a cell phone ringing. This one belonged to Demeter’s. She reached to answer it but Zero picked it off her before she could open it.

‘Hey… it’s illegal here remember?’

He opened it, pressing the phone to his ear.

‘Hello?’

There was nothing on the other end. Not a sound.

‘Hello?’

Still nothing. Zero looked over to Demeter who kept watch out of the corner of her eye.

‘Is anyone there?’

‘Yes.’

A smile crept across his lips. He knew that voice. Not because he had heard it before, but because he recognized its tone from someone else. Someone he had once respected more than anyone else he had ever met. With a look over to Demeter, he gave her that Cheshire Cat Grin that only he could do, slowly raising the phone back to his ear.

‘Hello Bastion.’
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