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Shaun Cruze vs. Corey Douglas
Topic Started: Apr 2 2011, 08:41 AM (175 Views)
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Shaun Cruze vs. Corey Douglas


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Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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Orlando and Shaun walk down a corridor, trepidation in every step. They hadn’t expected Denning to call them so soon, but something seemed badly wrong right now. The plan had been for them to call his bluff, and bring him to task on the plan he had meticulously put into place. But now, Orlando and Shaun were both of the belief that just maybe, Shamus had screwed them over, and they were heading into a trap.

They walk behind a couple of Dennings men, who both stand aside when they get to some large double doors, opening them and motioning for them to walk inside. The goons then step into the room behind them, and then seem to lock the doors, pointing towards a desk, and telling them both to sit down.

Orlando: Now hold on, what’s going on here?

Shaun recoils as one of the men smashes a right hand into his face, Orlando immediately jumping to his feet, but pushed by down by the huge hands on the other. Orlando is just about to resist, but a side door opening, and four more men walking through it forces him to change his mind. As they all take positions around the desk, Denning walks out, and the Shamus who is grinning from ear to ear. Neither Orlando nor Shaun says a word, as Denning takes a seat, Shamus standing behind him.

Denning: Good morning Gentleman, I trust the guys have been treating you well

Shaun is still holding his jaw

Shaun: Yeah…wonderfully

Denning: Good, I told them to help you feel at home. Anyway, I guess you’re wondering why I called you here huh?

Orlando: Well, it just so happens we were going to come and wee you anyway

Denning: Oh good, two birds with one stone then. You don’t mind if we deal with my business first do you?

Orlando: No, go ahead…

Denning pulls out a folder, and opens it. There are sheets and sheets of paper, which look like accountancy sheets, numbers everywhere

Denning: It’s about the club…you see, I’ve been looking at the numbers again and honestly, even with you two on board, and using your name relentlessly, I don’t think we are going to turn a profit for at least the first three years.

Orlando: Really?

Shaun looks at Shamus who is still smiling, and begins to get an uneasy feeling

Denning: Yeah, so, I’m sorry boys but it is with deep regret I am going to pull the plug on the idea

Orlando smiles at Shaun, who has also caught up on what is going on

Orlando: Do you honestly believe we are that naïve?

Denning: I don’t know what you mean Orlando. Take a look, the figures tell the story.

He offers to pass over the dossier, but Orlando rejects it

Orlando: Look, how’s about we stop playing games here, cut to the chase a little?

Denning: I don’t understand

Orlando: Well, I’d say it’s pretty obvious that your little lap dog there has screwed us over, and you know all about our plan to take you down. Therefore, you have abandoned the whole plan, and instead have decided to deal with us here and now, hence the army you have surrounding us right now

Denning: You never cease to amaze me Orlando; you figured that all out by yourself?

Orlando: You’d be surprised what I can come up with if I think about stuff for too long

Denning pauses and turns to Shamus who is still smiling, and showing little signs of remorse. Shaun picks up on this, and tries to get to his feet, but is immediately seated

Shaun: Why Shamus, why did you do this?

Shamus: Self preservation Shaun, Mr Denning offered me a way out and I took it. I’m sure you would have done the same

Shaun: NO, I didn’t Shamus, I stood up for myself.

Shamus: Well, perhaps that makes you a better man than me

Denning interrupts

Denning: Well, much as I love the monologue going on right now, we do have business to attend to

Orlando: Why’s that, you shutting the door on the club idea means nothing to us. We agreed to go ahead with the plan so that was our debt paid, you not doing it any longer means we are still in the clear

Denning: Oh Orlando, you and I both know that isn’t true. It wouldn’t be good for my standing if it got out that I had let Shaun get away with what he did

Shaun: What I did? That’s still highly debatable

Denning: Perhaps, but your choice has to come with a consequence boy, and you are about pay that consequence right now, by making another choice

Shaun: Stop talking riddles Denning and just get on with it. You’re beginning to sound like a movie script

Denning: Your confidence is admirable, if a little misguided.

Shaun: Look, there is nothing you can do to me that would be anything compared to the crap I have had to put up with since that day. I’ve gone over it in my head again and again, and I know I did the right thing letting Shamus go. You’re nothing but a bully Denning, a bully who threw his toys out the pram when he didn’t get what he wanted, and then still bitched about it when because of that it all came crashing around his ear. You seem to forget that the man stood behind you tried to blow you up, and he was more than willing to do it again for us not that long ago

Denning turns to Shamus and smiles

Denning: Ah, well done Shamus, it seems that the Cruze brothers brought that line as well

Shaun: You mean…

Denning: Oh, look Shamus, finally the younger Cruze brother has caught up with proceedings and has figured out what has been going on all this time. Orlando, you must be so proud?

Orlando: Go fuck yourself Denning

Denning: A little harsh don’t you think, but understandable considering the fact we have been playing you all this time

Shaun: Shamus…you planned this all along?

Shamus: Damn right I did Shaun, no fucker holds a gun to my head, especially with my kid their…no one.

Denning laughs out loud

Denning: Yes, Shamus has been more than a willing colleague of mine for many months now. In fact, we cooked pretty much this entire plan up together, just to get to this point Shaun. Unfortunately…now we are at this point, I don’t need him anymore.

Denning swings around the sun catching on the revolver as he spins around. A single shot rings out as a bullet lodges in the middle of the Irishman’s chest and he is sent backwards by the impact. Shock is etched on his face as he lies there, his hands holding the wound, but unable to stem the tide of blood. His head falls to one side, as his life leaves him, Orlando and Shaun looking on in total and utter shock. Denning spins around, and points to a couple of his men

Denning: Get rid of him boys. Now I have the Cruze brother’s attention, and I’m sure you won’t be crying too many tears over Shamus after what he did, we come back to your payment Shaun

Shaun: What have I got to do?

Denning: Well Shaun, it’s actually pretty simple. Just like you made a choice to screw me over, I have decided that for you to be free of me, and to pay your debt, you must make another choice.

Denning takes the revolver, and slides it across the desk towards Shaun. It’s at this point they notice Denning has a single black glove on, obviously to try and stop prints

Shaun: I’m certainly not going anything with that

Denning: Perhaps not now, but you will Shaun…bring her out

The side door opens, and two more men walk out with Pixie who has obviously been crying. Her make up has run, and her hair is tangled and matted, her face and arms badly bruised

Shaun gets to his feet and leaps across the table

Shaun: YOU BASTARD

Denning’s men grabbing him and holding him back down in the chair before he can get to him.

Denning: Now isn’t the time for compliments Shaun. I want you to make a decision. In front of you is a revolver. Now I used one bullet, there is one more in the chamber. By your side is your brother, Orlando. And in front of you is the woman you love. I want you to put a bullet in the head of one of them…simple as that

Shaun: You’re joking right; I’ll never do that, never

Denning: Ever predictable Shaun thought you might say that.

Denning nods, and one of the men rips off Pixie’s dress and tosses it to one side so she is stood there in just her underwear

Denning: Still sure about that Shaun?

Shaun picks up the gun, and immediately points it at Dennings head

Orlando: No…Shaun don’t

Shaun: Let her go Denning…let her go or God help me

Denning just smiles, the cockiness on his face doing nothing to help the situation at all. Shaun feels his adrenaline rising, and his hand begins to shake

Denning: You’d never escape Shaun, you only have the one bullet, and you can’t kill us all.

Shaun: No, but I can kill you Denning

Denning: And then what would happen to you huh? To Orlando, to Pixie, none of you would get out of here. I’m not afraid to die Shaun, are you?

Shaun: If the last thing I ever do is ram a bullet into your skull, it would be worth it

Denning: Did you hear that Pixie? The love of your life saying your death would be worth it

Shaun: Shut the fuck up Denning

Denning: You don’t have the guts to pull the trigger Shaun. You didn’t all those years ago, and you don’t now.

Shaun: Don’t be so sure

Denning: You’d kill someone to protect a skanky bitch like her. Look at her, there’s nothing on her.

Shaun: Shut up Denning

Denning: She’s nothing Shaun, and you’re about to put your life on the line…really? Just put the gun down Shaun, we both know you can’t do it. Just put it down, and then make your choice…Orlando, or Pixie.

Shaun turns to Orlando, the gun trembling in his hand

Shaun: I’m sorry Orlando…honestly I am.

Orlando closes his eyes, scrunching them up as if it would ease the pain, a pain that never comes. He opens them, just as Shaun spins around

Orlando: NO...

Shaun fires, the bullet hammering home in the forehead of Denning who crumples back in his seat. Immediately a hail of gunfire explodes in the room, and Shaun feels the agony of several bullets hitting his body. His eyes spin away, to see Pixie being dragged out the room by the goons, Orlando caught in the crossfire falling to the floor. The room goes silent, still…Shaun screams in agony…

And wakes in his bed, sweat pouring from his forehead. He turns to the clock on his bedside table which reads 0317. He reaches for his mobile, dialling a number and holding the phone to his ear. He waits for a while, until finally someone answers…

Shaun: Pixie…I just wanted to hear your voice babe…ok, I’ll call you in the morning…love you too

He puts the mobile down, and takes a deep breath. The dream had seemed so real, was it a dream or was it a premonition? The thought had indeed crossed his mind that Shamus could be double crossing them, but really, was the situation going to end up the same as the dream, Things only happened like that in the movies, surely there was a simpler solution to this. He turns over in his bed, and closes his eyes, trying to get back to sleep. The coming days were going to be trying, but were also going to be definitive, and not just personally.

IN CASE YOU MISSED IT

Shaun sits in the arena, in just a few short moment he will be walking out and down the ramp to face his opponent on Friday Night Ammo, however, he has called the cameras to the back tonight for a different reason, and then is to address the man he will face at Breakdown in just a few days. He pulls the laces tight on his right boot, and then ties them, making sure they feel right, until finally he looks at the camera.

Shaun: You know, I think there can be little doubt that over the past few months since I joined the SCW, my opponents have fallen into pretty much the same pattern. It seems that Sasha has a vision, whereas I am put against all the bad eggs of the company, who believe for some apparent reason that they are better than they really are. People that seem to think anything I have accomplished means nothing just because I have walked through a different door. So, with my opponents thus far falling into the same category, and my opponent tonight doing precisely the same, I ask you, Corey Douglas, is it going to be much of a muchness when I come up against you on Breakdown?

He pulls on the second boot, and once against goes through the same routine, placing his foot flat on the floor and making sure everything is as it should be. Preparation was something he had been taught as key to everything he would ever do. No matter who your opponent is, prepare as if it’s a world title match. From a rookie, all the way up to a world champion, make no mistakes.

Shaun: The thing about facing you Corey, a new guy, is that in some ways that gives you an advantage, because I literally have nothing I can study. You could be a joker, like Aiden Maddox, or you could be the next big thing, like Warren James. Many of my opponents thus far have held this advantage over me, yet have chosen not to use it. In that, I mean I cannot go back through an archive, and study what you do, but for me there is a whole backlog of stuff, that people just seem to choose to ignore. They class it as irrelevant, when really it’s the biggest weapon they have. And it would at least then mean that they were prepared, instead of realising when it was too late than I am far better than the rookie status I am at in this company at the moment.

See, I know that coming into a new company means you start at the bottom, of course that’s correct, and it shows how far this company has come. Instead of the usual ‘favourites’ getting the shots, it’s the people that have the right work ethic, and are willing to battle to climb the ladder. That’s where Maddox made a mistake, and to an extent everyone else I have faced bar Anthony Wallace, because they just assumed that because I’m just starting out in SCW, I was at the same level as them. Even though someone like ASP, or to an extent Alex my opponent tonight has sat around at this level for an eternity, I do not belong here. It’s right that I am, but it’s not the place I will stay.

And to realise this, all you need to do is call up the internet and search for a few of my matches, matches against people that have had success both in IWC and SCW. Take a look at my match against Christian Savior, whom I got a count out victory over after a toe to toe battle. Take a look at my match against Josh Hudson, a former World Champion and a man who was champion of the IWC. Even a fool would then realise what I am capable of. This is all simple stuff Corey, stuff you should do without even thinking about it. But the sad fact of the matter is, you won’t, because you’ve probably already decided about me. You’ve probably made you’re mind up that it’s going to be a cakewalk. You know the only thing that you have going for you Corey, is that at least you are at least going to get another crack at me in the Adrenaline Showcase. At least then you’ll have a little experience huh, though I doubt the result will be anything different


He holds his hand up to his mouth in mock shock

Shaun: Oh shit, sorry, I forgot, apparently according to Alex that’s arrogance, even though everything I have done has been backed up with fact. Tell me something I’ve said that hasn’t been true? Apparently, there is something wrong with having confidence in your ability and…shock horror, actually winning matches when you say you are going to. Apparently, unless you fill your promos with a barrage of swear words, and curses, you cannot be as tough as you say you are which surely means that’s what I am going to get from you. Train of thought for you Corey before you begin, have you ever stopped to think that maybe, those that swear, bitch and rant just come across looking a little ignorant, and a whole lot stupid? Perhaps you need to think about that before you open your mouth

Shaun pulls a tee shirt from out his bag, the new ‘Icon’ tee that had been commissioned just yesterday, and would get its first airing on AMMO. Apparently the SCW management were banking on it being a big seller such was the swelling of support behind Shaun that just continued to grow and grow.

Shaun: I know that this is your first gig, and I know you regard yourself as a bit of a bad ass. I also know that accompanying you to the ring at Breakdown will be a smoking hot girl…really looking forward to that. But, I thought I would take this opportunity to tell you what awaits you when you step into the ring at Breakdown. See, if you’re a little wet behind the ear, which you are. Don’t worry, we’ve all been there. But if you are, the experience for you is going to be quite a memorable one.

See, usually, if you were facing someone else, you’d get to the ring, and you’d wait, probably looking up the ramp menacingly and put a show on for the crowd even though you are crapping yourself. You’ll stand there, and you’ll think hey, this isn’t that bad, I could get used to this. The adrenaline will be pumping through your veins, and you’ll be willing, no, you’ll be begging for me to walk through that curtain so the match can start.


He pauses for a few moments to take the tee shirt and pull it over his head, and then down over his muscular frame.

Shaun: Then, my music will hit, and the fans will erupt, jumping to their feet. The wall of noise that will hit you will be like something you have never experienced in your entire lifetime. You’ll just have calmed down from that, your heart beat will start to settle, and then I will walk through the curtain, and the noise will intensify tenfold. Every single person from the ring side seats and all the way up to the rafters will be chanting my name. Then Corey and only then will you realise the task that is before you. Only then will it hit you, just what you have facing you in the centre of the ring. Because Corey, the SCW fans are not stupid, they are amongst the most knowledgeable in the wrestling world. And they know a future superstar when they see one. They know when they see, the Icon of SCW.

Reaching into his sports bag he pulls out a towel, and wipes his forehead, sweating under the dressing room lighting, and still recovering from the warm up he had done just moments before the promo began

Shaun: You Corey, your kind, you’re ten a penny in this business, the egotistical bad ass that would sell his mother to get where you want to be. You care for no one but yourself, and the fans see though that every single time. The likes of myself, Warren James and David Helms, we dare to be different, we dare to actually respect the company and what it stands for. We’re not here to cause trouble for the boss, or to destroy the company, because we actually realise how lucky we are, and we’re not afraid to say it. You’ll bitch and whinge about the company, the boss, its direction, but you will take your pay check at the end of the month and spend it on drugs and booze, hypocrisy at its very best. You’ll cry when you don’t get the title shots, but won’t work to get them, preferring the easy way, as opposed to the right way.

He finishes off the cup of water resting on the bench, and throws the cup into the trash. It arcs effortlessly through the air and lands without touching the sides

Shaun: But not for one second am I a goody two shoes, I’m driven and if the need arises, much like it did with Wallace, I will fight fire with fire. Don’t for one second think I am a soft touch because I’m not, but again you won’t realise that as yet. I’m always more than willing to have a straight up battle, but if someone hits me with a cheap shot, you are going to pay for it. Wallace did, and if you try, the same will happen to you. I’m not some pariah for justice or anything like that, but no one screws me, or the SCW fans over…no one.

He stands, adjusting his pads one last time, before he heads towards the door

Shaun: So Corey, that is your warning, a warning I have given everyone I have faced. I am not some fly by night hero trying to get himself into favour with the SCW fans. I am not someone who will be here today, gone tomorrow as someone who cannot hack in this company. Corey, I am one of only a few men capable of carrying this company on his shoulders. Capable of bringing respect back, giving the fans, and their kids someone they can look up to. Corey Douglas, you are looking at the Icon of the SCW, the man who in just a few moments takes out Alex Desoubrais Jr...

And the man who will defeat you at Breakdown

All you have to do Corey is be different to all the others...

And prove me wrong


He turns away from the camera and heads out the door towards the ring. His momentum was building, all the way to the PPV. But would that momentum be enough to carry him towards the Adrenaline title? We were just over a week away from finding out
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I've always been a fan of comics books. I was mostly a fan of the villains, like Venom. Venom resembled evil. And, I've built myself off him ever since. He always tried to put an end to Spider-Man. Me? Well you can just say that I try to put an end to my opponents I face in the ring. You are probably confused at the moment, asking 'why the fuck is he talking about superheros. I thought this was Corey Douglas, not another Fuck Up episode.'. This is Corey Douglas. There is no need to fix your television. I am just telling you who I am. Cause quite frankly, I haven't been able to do just that. I've been busy to say the least. Too much on my plate. Life, wrestling, and sex. Yeah, I know your jealous of my life and my style. I know you wish you were me. Anyways, what I'm saying is that I am a man who doesn't give a fuck about anybody else except myself. I don't give a fuck about who you are, or where you're from. All I care about is kicking your ass to the ground and curb stomping your head into the cement. Yeah, that's a bit hectic, but I don't care. Cry about it.

"HELP!"

"What the fuck, the bitch bit me. Corey, you best get your ass down here before I slay this bitch!"

That wonderful lady is, Bridgette Burns, the love of my life - the only reason why I am standing at this moment. I know I said I only care about myself, but I forgot to mention, I also care for, Bridgette. I guess you could say without her, I'm nothing. She pretty much completes me. Though, I'm not to fond of her mental problems. Bridgette at one time was admitted into a mental hospital for several months. She spent time in a small room, taking pills everyday, and being treated like she was retarded. I got her out of there. I couldn't see her rot. She has already been through enough in her life. Mother dead. Father went on a mad killing spree on another mob, and well he's spending the rest of his life behind bars. I feel bad for her, but she tells me she doesn't care for her family.

Corey: "Keep her still. I'll be down there to finish the job in a few minutes!"

You're probably wondering what the screaming was. Well....you are about to find that out soon enough. I'll give you a little hint. I'm in a business where if you don't pay up.....you're in deep shit. Which now brings me to the hot piece of ass that is tied to a chair in my basement. Her name is Samantha. She works the streets. She's a model. And, she likes a bit of kush here and there. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Samantha Preston!

Bridgette: "Look at what this bitch did to me. I'm fucking bleeding."

Corey: "You should of kept her still and stop toying with her."

Bridgette: "I'm sorry, I was having a little fun as you can see."

I take a look at the little aftermath that Bridgette inflicted on Samantha. A lot of scratch wounds, a stab wound in the stomach, broken nose, black eye, and Bridgette's patent haircutting routine. It was pretty much one hell of a brutal beating. I was pleased. Though I'm never not pleased with Bridgette's work. She knows what she is doing. She has actually been doing this for awhile. Torture people for money. Killing people - I don't think I should mention that, though I don't think any people is watching this so I could care less.

Corey: "What's you and the hair?"

Bridgette: "I don't know. I guess it makes me feel good to humiliate another woman. The hair is always the main concern for a girl so with their hair being messed up or gone it pretty much kills their composure."

Corey: "Whatever floats your boat, Bridge."

I couldn't deny her tactics.

Corey: "Take the cloth out of her mouth. It's time to get something out of her."

Bridgette takes unties the cloth and allows sweat, and once beautiful, Samantha, to speak. And, once that cloth comes off her mouth, the screams start to come. Screams of help - and of course lots of crying.

Corey: "Stop the whining, and speak."

Samantha: "Fuck you."

Corey: "Not the answer I was looking for, but it's a start."

I take my hand and smack her across the face as hard as I can. That's her first warning.

Corey: "I'll give you another chance. Tell me where the fuck is my money that you owe me?"

Samantha: "Fuck you."

Instead of a smack I throw in a punch this time, and made sure it hurts. If the bitch don't want to comprehend, then I'm going to get more ruthless, and let me tell you, you don't want me to reach my boiling point. Like the Hulk, you won't like me when I'm angry.

Corey: "The more you don't comprehend with me, the more pain I will inflict on your sorry ass. Now tell me, bitch, where the hell is my money. Cause of you I am not able to get that ring Bridgette wanted, or I won't be able to get the television I wanted. Now I am asking politely. Where. Is. My. Money?"

I was moving closer and closer to her face to make her scared enough to speak, but it didn't work. Instead of saying the infamous word 'fuck you' she spits in my motherfucking face, and I'm one who hates being disrespected, and being spit in the face is probably on the top of the list of being disrespected. I let out a little chuckle and wipe the spit on my face, I restrain Bridgette from knocking Samantha the fuck out. I breathe in and out and crack my knuckles. I try everything not to be to pissed off, but I just couldn't take it. The bitch doesn't want to speak, then so be it. This shit is about to get major.

Corey: "Alright, listen, you evil witch. You know the fucking business. I hired you to make me money, and you had to go out and try to steal my motherfucking money, and I'm not going to take that. So, you either pay up, or I kill you where you stand right now. Your choice, baby. Live or die."

She doesn't respond. She just looks at me with an evil look and a half-ass evil grin.

Corey: "So you aren't going to give me an answer?"

She shakes her head left and right. I guess she was a bit to scared to answer, cause she knew no matter what she's leaving this place in a body bag. Now I take things to newer heights and bring out my trusty ole' friend, my colt 45, and let me tell you, me and my handgun are pretty great friends, we get a long pretty good. Once I take the gun out the girl starts to cry and scream, and of course beg. There always has to be begging. Pathetic

Corey: "Oh, so now you're starting to show some life."

Samantha: "Please.....don't. I'll speak!"

Corey: "Alright, speak then."

Samantha: "I....gave your money to a man named, Andy Stevenson."

Corey: "Andy Stevenson. Andy fuckin' Stevenson, huh? I should of known that backstabbing son of a bitch was apart of this."

Andy Stevenson was an old running buddy of mine. We were like World Tag Team Champions, for all you wrestling smarks out there. We were at the top of our game in the drug business. We made thousands. Until one day the son of a bitch wanted to turn on me. He took my men and all the money and split. I haven't seen him since. I promised myself if I ever see him again, I'd have his head on my mantle.

Corey: "OK. OK. You gave your money to the devil himself."

I put the gun up to her face. Now things are starting to get serious up in here.

Corey: "Tell me where that ass clown is."

Samantha: "I don't know!"

Corey: "Liar!"

I shoot her in the foot and she screams like a son of a bitch. I told you things were getting serious in here.

Corey: "I'll give you another chance to tell me where he is, Samantha."

I rub my gun against her head and glide it through the remaining hair she has left.

Corey: "Come on tell me..."

Samantha: "I swear, I don't know."

Now I pistol whip her against the face, not hard, but enough to prove a point. More tears are sliding down her bloody. Yeah some people would feel bad for this bitch right now, but me, I could care less. She tears and blood is like Christmas for me. I love every fucking minute of it.

Corey: "One more fucking chance, bitch. Tell me where is Andy Stevenson!"

Samantha: "I swear to God, I don't know."

Corey: "You're fucking lying to me!"

Samantha: "I'm not, I swear to you. I don't know where he is. I never did."

Corey: "No need to lie for him. You can tell me where he is, and I won't tell him you did it."

I'm lying. I would.

Samantha: "I'm telling you the damn truth. I don't know where he is. Just please believe me."

A sudden urge has me shooting her in the face, but I can't, not yet at least, I need my answers.

Bridgette: "She doesn't look like she is bugging, Corey. Just kill the bitch."

Corey: "No. Not yet. We need answers."

Bridgette: "You can clearly tell, she isn't going to say a word."

Corey: "Oh, she will, don't worry."

Bridgette: "And, how are you going to get her to talk."

I grin, and evil grin at that, a evil grin like all super villains have. I had a plan, and usually this plan works.

Corey: "Hook her up to the car battery. It's time for some shook treatment.

Bridgette: "I love you."

This was Bridgette's favorite thing to do. She always loved to see extreme pain in people, and electrifying people was the top of the top of things that pleases her the most. I can tell you this. Corey Douglas is getting some tonight. Yeah, I know you're jealous.

Samantha: "What? No. Come on, please don't do this. I swear I don't know where he is. Please believe me..."

Corey: "I gave you enough chances."

Bridgette hooks up the car battery, stick one to the chair, and the other one to her finger. She then goes ahead and sticks one on the battery, smiles like an evil villain, laughs, and then sticks the other one on the car battery and then BAM electric started running through her like a flash of a light, and seeing her spaz like vibrating blow up doll was a motion picture of EPICNESS for me. I look away and exit the basement and allow Bridgette to have her way. I have other things to deal with at the moment.

Corey: "Just have fun with her Bridge. Don't kill her though. We need her alive."

Bridgette: "Don't worry, she'll be just fine..."

No she wouldn't be. Trust me.

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'Cry little sister. Thou shall not fall' For some reason that delightful song was stuck in my head. Why? I don't know. It could be that it's a catchy tune from a great cult film, or it could be that it resembles me, a man who doesn't fall. Corey Douglas. Yeah. Corey Douglas. You all may not be familiar with that name. You probably read the name and laugh, and say 'Oh it's that fuck up.' No sorry, I'm not so sideshow freaks trying to get a laugh like those two ass clowns, Tooty Fruity and Peach Fuzz. No. I am much better than that. I just haven't been on the top of my game. I haven't brought everything I am able to bring. I just need to adjust fighting in front of a crowd that disrespects TRUE talent.

Say what you want. I know who I am, you don't.

Me > You.

I admit. I haven't been really talkative since I got here. It's not me being shy or anything. It's just.....you don't deserve to listen to someone at my caliber. I am simply better than anyone else on this god damn roster. I'm better then Greg Cherry, David Helms, Thorn, and even better than the legend himself, the Canadian Heartbreak Kid. Conceded? Cocky? Arrogant? Nope. I know a mere fact that I am the most simply perfect professional wrestler on this roster. And, I know I am better than my opponent this week, Shaun Cruze.

I don't know much about this Cruze guy, but I know just by the name itself that I am better than him.

Honestly, you can say what you want. Think what you want. And, tell everyone what you want. But at the end of the day, I'm better than you are. Looks don't mean a thing. Cause if it did. I'd be World Champion right now. What really matters is what you can do in the ring. I've heard of some of your work, but not too much. But, I know that I can take you, Shaun Cruze.

On Breakdown everyone will finally be introduced to me, Corey Douglas, when I defeat this low life, has-been, never-will-be, Shaun Cruze. And, once I defeat him, and I mean WHEN, I move onto bigger and greater things here in the SCW.

For now on you can call me the Future Legend of the Supreme Championship Wrestling.

Checkmate. No more move for you, Cruze. It's over. It was over when this match was announced. To save my sanity, and energy, I'd just say don't show up. I think it will be best. Unless. UNLESS you want me to physically decimate you into oblivion. You want me to bloody you to a pulp to where kids cry and parents cringe. It's your choice, Cruze. Choose well. Cause no matter what you choose. There is always going to be a bad outcome. You walk away, you'll be known as a coward. You get beat to a bloody pulp, you will be known as a weakling. Or, they could be a chance that you beat me, but honestly, I don't see that happening.

I am the next big thing in this company. I don't care what you say, and what everyone else says. I know for a fact I am better than you, and better than every other has-been in the back. I will win this on Breakdown. And, then win every other match I walk into.

Breakdown. Everyone will be amazed. Their jaws will be dropped. Their eyes will be widened when they see who the REAL, Corey Douglas is.

Shaun Cruze you best be on the top of your game. You best be fuckin' God walking into this match. Cause if you're not, you're going to be in for HELL.

See you there bitch boy.

Be ready.
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