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Masquerade vs. Christian Savior
Topic Started: Aug 2 2011, 03:07 PM (164 Views)
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SCW PRESENTS: Breakdown

Masquerade vs. Christian Savior


Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, August 9, 2011
2 RP Limit per match
3 RP Limit per singles match, 4 per team for the tag match.

Good Luck everyone!~~




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OOC: Just had some fun with this one. Hope you all enjoy it. As always, this character is pretty much as silly with his episodes as one can be so if it doesnt make sense... Yeah welcome to my fantasy lol.





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Twisted Mask Productions Presents
THE EPISODE WITH NO TITLE!


[align=right]Jeez, I am not good at Rise to Greatness. Actually, I don’t think I’m good at pay per views period. I mean I pinned the SCW Champion in the middle of the ring right before he beat Shilo Valiant clean. No idea what that means to the booking staff but to me, it says one undisputed thing.

I can beat Shilo Valiant.

I know it’s a dead horse that I’ve abused more times than a redneck’s daughter, but come on! Christian Savior, I can beat him. I know I can. Who did Christian Savior beat to become US Champion? Shilo! Trevor Green, Simon Kalis, Shawn Winters just added to the list, I think there’s a lot more but really I don’t want to get too far into it. I’d sound like a repetitive piece of shit that long ago wore out its entertainment and had to resort to constantly repeating itself in mindless monotony.

Basically, I’m stopping myself before I become Christian Savior.

Are we clear with the syntax? Do I have to… Wait… what the fuck is syntax? Oh jeez how hard did I hit my head in that scaffold match? Hmm… Kids, you know those PSA things from ‘concerned children’s advertisers’ telling you not to try this stuff at home. Ok, you saw the shit that happened at Rise to Greatness in that Scaffold match?

DON’T FUCKING TRY IT AT HOME!

Seriously! I think I accidentally scrambled my own brain. And who won that? Boring, predictable, Shaun Cruze! Living proof that if you ramble on for long enough, you can lull anyone to sleep! I mean that guy talks more…

Argh, I can’t do this. I got a headache as big as all out doors. I need an aspirin. I need a big one. Like the size of a hockey puck! Whatever happened to that British guy? Can he come back? What? No? Where the mask is he? Bermuda?! Why the mask is he there? There’s nothing there but some gay triangle that likes to swallow semen whole.

Wait! I got it! Christian, I know I’m randomly getting to you but a little while ago, I was wondering why you’re such a butthole. I mean how can someone talk like they are so wholesome and good now, and still be a total walking pile of shit. I mean there’s Bono and then there’s you. You actually surpass Bono in shit-itude. I mean that asshole brought Spiderman, the greatest superhero (besides Wolverine I mean… and Batman… and oh! Super Batman Lincoln Mario of course) of all time, and put him in a broadway musical. Wow, what a piece of shit. And you beat him! I don’t know why you’re such a shit stick, because you haven’t done a quarter of what he’s done or won the awards he’s won. If anything, you’re about as decorated as your brother and you’ve been here since when, forever?

So I think I figured it out WHY you’re such a statue of shittyness. You haven’t gotten laid have ya? Rose kind of closed her business isn’t that right? The club is VIP only and your name isn’t on the list. That it, Christian? You can’t get your rocks off and now the poor bastards are weighing you down. Maybe that’s why you looked like a retarded duck everytime you jumped in the Scaffold match. I’m still surprised that a plank of wood could support that giant ego of yours. Ladies and gentlemen, only buy the best for your family. But SCW’s quality plank wood. Available at all TSC stores around the world.

Wait, is TSC in America, because I spent the last little while in Canada and I am kind of confused by their weird ways. What was I doing in Canada? Well I was visiting Shilo. He’s gone kind of emo since losing the SCW title. Guy keeps spooning the US title. Don’t know if I want it anymore, but if I got it, I would need a priest… sheesh.

Ok, but let’s be fair, we know where Cruze is going with his title shot. If he is a man of his word, he’s going to go straight for the US title. Good for him, because I have to say one single thing. Since Shilo lost the SCW title, that means one fact for me.

THE SCW TITLE IS FAIR GAME BITCHES!

FINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYY


HOSANNA HOSSANA SAANA SANNA HO HOSSANA HEY SUPPPPPPPERRRRRRSTAAAARRR!

Sorry, saw Jesus Christ Superstar in Stratford with the girlfriend. Incidentally, Judas really gets a bad rep in history. So he caused the death of Jesus. Jesus seems like a bi polar ego maniac anyway. I’d want to see him nailed to wood too. Wood, of course, supplied by SCW… SCW quality wood. Guaranteed to hold up you and yours. Available at - - Oh crap there I go again.

ANYWAY! Back on topic… Who the mask am I facing again?

Christian Savior! Right! Ok…

Um…

I got nothing. Sorry Christian, except for what I said above, I just got so excited that I beat Shawn Winters and Shilo didn’t. I got so caught up in the fact that out of anyone I can think of, except Cruze, I have a right to say I wanna challenge Shawn. So… yeah… facing you… not really that exciting to me.

I mean it, Karnies. Savior was added into that match by Thorn and before that he has done… nothing since his return except spout off that he is a changed match. Anyone else think that the Cartman of SCW is just waiting for us to lower our guard and then say ‘Na na nah nah naaaaaaaaah naaaaaaaaaaah I got you all hahaha! I’m so smart.’ I mean he’s only done this how many times? Didn’t he like screw over his brothers like 5 times? Hasn’t he screwed over EVERYONE he’s ever worked with? This guy is the master of stabbing someone stupid enough to trust him right in the back. I mean let’s make a list guys. Wheeler, stabbed in the back. Riddick, stabbed in the back. Wheeler again! The instruments of destruction if anyone remembers those guys. Didn’t Savior go on a spree where he tracked down Hunter? The whole of IWC, did that too. The Conspiracy, he did that too… I mean HOLY SHIT this guy’s career was made by taking a knife and just sticking it right to everyone. So I guess the whole not getting laid hypothesis is out the window, because Savior’s fucked a lot of people.

Well guess what, Savior. I don’t buy it. Not for a second, and I am never going to turn my back on you for a second in our match. Mostly, because I’ve been in prison and it’s a force of habit, but A PART OF THAT REASON IS BECAUSE I THINK YOU’LL STICK A KNIFE IN IT!

Breakdown, Karnies, I am going to plead my case to be called the number one contender. And my platform is going to be Christian Savior. I want to be YOUR world Champion, SCW. And now is the time. The Season of Sights or whatever double syntax (fuck there it is again… I am going to have to look that up later) he’s using now is over! Shilo had his shot and on the grandest stage of them all, he blew it! Blew his load like a nervous prom king.

You’re out, Shilo. Now it’s my turn. First thing’s first… I’m taking out the last guy who ended your first US title streak, because let’s face it, I already beat the two guys who’ve taken your titles already.

Mask out.

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The familiar logo of the mask glows to the audience watching at home before turning one eighty and coming forward, as if putting itself on every viewer watching the program. Through the eyes of the mask before it disappears, we can see the setting of today’s episode.

And now, Twisted Mask Productions and Mask Television is pleased to present…

COCK-ADILE HUNTER!

With your hosts, Stephen Strange and Claire Voyant! Strange and Voyant walk out wearing Jungle trekking attire. He kind of looks like the damn hunter guy who got killed by a stingray. What was his name… (warning: We are legally not allowed to say the name or the actual title of the show that this episode parodies for it would mean a massive law suit just like every single time that Strange uses the nickname the ‘Sorcerer Supreme’ – aw crap! SOMEONE GO PAY DISNEY! Anyway, we are more than aware of who and what is being put on here but to save us a boat load of money and Strange’s distaste for the mouse that wants to claim your children’s souls, we are negating acknowledgement of such a person directly. Thank you for your understanding)… Oh it doesn’t matter. Anyway, Strange walk into the camera’s view.

Good day to ya mates. Aw crap, he’s even talking in an Aussie accident. A really bad one. One so bad that it would made Paul Hogan blush! Yes we can say Crocodile Dundee because Paul Hogan isn’t going to sue… probably because no one can find him. And welcome to Cock-adike Hunter, the show where we go looking for the biggest dicks in the world. And I don’t mean Ron Jeremy either, because if we did that, every episode would be on yours truly. No no, we are looking for people in the world who are actual dicks. The dicks and the assholes of the world. We’re gonna hunt em mate! So sit tight and prepare for an adventure unlike any other! Does anyone else think this is totally lame? I mean he’s obviously going to go to Savior’s place and hunt him. Today’s episode we will be hunting some of the dicks of Supreme Championship Wrestling, one of the largest conglomeration of dicks and assholes. Practically a proctologists’ wet dream come true. And what I’m gonna do is pick out some of the most wily of em. Come on! Let’s go!

Alright, so who wants to bet on Savior being hunted? I got 10 bucks that Savior’s gonna have a thumb stuck up his butt! Anyone in for ten? Alright well anyway, we see a little cartoon of Strange and Voyant on a, get this, tugboat. The cartoon Strange is even acting like Steamboat… uh… Billie… just to piss of Disney. So, somehow, the boat pulls into the SCW parking lot. Don’t ask me how, because I have no clue. But regardless, Strange hops out and walks around.

‘This here is the place of SCW’s Breakdown, one of the biggest events of the week. It’s a bi weekly show where the best in SCW get together and fight each other! These superstars are easily agitated and love a good rasslin match!’ He looks around and suddenly points as he and Clare duck down behind a nearby car. Crikey! It’s a wild Zero! This thing’s more dangerous than a wild Pikachu in heat! Sure enough, Jason Zero (or a certain superstar with a wig on and dressed just like him) is walking by. He looks at the giant ship just sitting nonchalantly (ha!) in the parking lot.

What the fuck is this thing?

Oh! He’s spotted something’s up. This is one of the biggest dicks in SCW but also one of the most dangerous. He just lost his right to challenge to the SCW title after losing to his arch nemesis at Rise to Greatness, and you can see how easily he is agitated.

I…am….so… agitated.

That’s another thing about the legendary Zero that lets you know he is pissed off. He starts to speak in labored over dramatic sentences just like a gay guy who just had a stroke. Now before we go for this guy, let me give you a little history lesson. Zero is known for three things, his many faces, his many title reigns, and bringing his brothers, Adam Riddick and Christian Savior, into SCW. They were the first power family of SCW but then his brothers’ greed got the better of em and the family split. Oh look! He’s coming closer!

Zero walks very close to the car where Strange and Claire are hiding. As soon as he gets into view, Strange leaps on him, wrestling with the surprised superstar off camera. (Of course it’s off camera! Can’t really show Strange wrestling with himself on our budget) All we can hear is Strange’s voice off camera.

Oh crikey! This bugger’s really good and pissed off now! He’s putting up quite a fight!

The camera goes to a tied up ‘Zero’ who mutters to the camera.

I am going to the board and having you fired.

Maybe later, mate. Strange says looking to the camera. This fella has been trying to powerplay the SCW world for almost a year now, and all it’s gotten him is repeated defeats and mockery. Despite this, he continues to act like a big shot round these parts. He is a definitive dick in SCW. Let me ask ya something, Zero. Was it worth it? I mean, everyone hates you and you can’t beat anyone.

Not… true… I… beat… you…

See? That labored overdramatic dialogue means he’s getting really pissed off. As a superstar, he has defeated Christian Savior more times than any superstar so we will be asking him some questions about that while you guys go to commercials. Sit tight and we’ll be right back!

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Are you tired of waking up and feeling that sharp pain in your back like someone’s sticking a knife in it? Do you toss in turn at night, trying to find a way to watch your back from the inevitable backstab of a certain Savior? Well worry no more SCW, because now, there’s ‘Savior Solve’! From the creators of Karnivale Cream comes ‘Savior Solve’, the guaranteed solution to all the aches and pains that come from the backstabbing symptoms of Christian Savior.

Savior Solve’s one of a kind patented formula works with your back to offer it maximum protection to ensure that your back stays protected. The mechanism’s metal sheet works with your back, conforming to the natural curve of a monkey so that you get the ultimate flexibility while still remaining perfectly safe. After all… a knife can’t pierce our solid metal. But don’t take my word for it. Listen to these totally unpaid and definitely not actor testimonies!

Jenny Anniston: I got so used to people dumping me behind my back. Now, thanks to Savior Solve, people have to dump me to my face.
Random Bar Guy: Hey Jenny, I was drunk, you’re a bitch. We’re through.
Jenny Anniston: Thanks Savior Solve *BIG SMILE*


Stevey Harper: I am tired of the Savior Solve because it has makes it harder for me to conduct my business. Now when I increase my tax rates or embezzle money, I have to do to everyone’s face. Damn you Savior Solve. *Big Scowl*

Chuck Norris: I do not use Savior Solve because my back… is still my front.


So why not try Savior Solve. After all, if your back needs protecting, why not try the best. Even if Chuck Norris won’t wear it because he’s Chuck Norris. But you’re not Chuck Norris so don’t be an asshole. Call now!


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The camera comes back to a fake fig plant or something in the SCW office. The leaves part and Strange sticks his head out.

Welcome back, everybody. Right now, I’m camped out inside the office room of Sasha D., the owner of SCW. She’s out on business, so I am using this here place as a trap to catch me a good sized dick in SCW’s history. I wrote my prey a letter, saying that Sasha D. wanted to talk to him personally. He should be here any moment now.

And cue the door opening and Christian Sav- - No… It’s not. It’s Adam Riddick! Savior’s other brother. Oh I see what he is doing. He’s going to save Savior for last. Ok, clever, but let’s see how it plays out.

This is the the almighty Riddick, the mastermind behind one of the biggest dick moves in SCW history. He was the Underground Champion and then started kicking up a fit so big that it leveled half the SCW roster. This mini hulk was then fired and stripped of his title. As a result, he left SCW for over three years and has returned only to absolutely suck up the place with losses against guys like Darren Drake and Draco. And to think that THIS guy was once considered a top contender for the SCW title.

Hello? Sasha? says ‘Adam’ who also looks strangely like Strange in a wig, half mask, and makeup. Anyone here?

Perhaps Riddick’s biggest things are his alter ego, Wraith, and his partnership with his brother Savior to take down Zero and then later their lackluster teaming up in IWC. Both times, they failed in their tasks, but that’s the definition of the brothers of Wheeler. Failure…

Riddick turns around and Strange tackles him off camera.

Crikey! He’s really pissed off now! I think he’s trying to fight back dirty. OH! He got me right in the balls! This one’s a no holds fighter!

The camera goes to Strange sitting with a tied up Riddick. Strange wipes off his brow with a cloth.

Your average Riddick can kick you in the balls anywhere between 10 to 15 times every five seconds. And like any predator, he won’t stop until he is good and sure that you are dead. What a bugger!

What the hell are you doing?

We’re gonna have a nice chat with Riddick here about his tag team partner of the past, while we take our second commercial break! So don’t go anywhere. We’ll be right back!

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Tonight at 11, five are dead after attempting a drinking game involving a Rise to Greatness promo aired by Christian Savior. That and more, tonight at 11.

(WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY ABOUT NOT TRYING THAT SHIT?!)
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And we are back as Strange stands in the parking lot with Claire who dusts off her hands, still having not said a word. She’s more of a prop it would seem in this episode.

Well that’s all the time we have for tonight. We had a lot of fun today, roping in two of the biggest dicks in SCW history. Join us next time when we go out hunting for more of those people that no one likes in SCW. Until next time, this is the Cock-adile Hunter, saying ‘Good night and good hunting’.

He salutes the camera and - - WAIT A MINUTE HANG ON!

Pardon, mate?

You mean all the freaking build up and you’re not even going to show you hunting a stupid version of Christian Savior?

Um… Nope.

Well why the hell not? You’re facing him on Breakdown, you hunted his brothers to find out shit about him. Why the fuck won’t you just finish the episode with hunting him?

Because… I’m the cock-adile hunter. I hunt for the dicks, not the whiny pussies.

Touche… wow… ok well apparently that’s the end of the episode. Not quite what I expected but… did Strange just say pussy on television? The FCC is gonna kill us. Unless of course FCC stands for 'Fuck Christian's Commentary' because that seriously would be awesome!

I mean the guy just goes on and on and on about - - oh... the episode's over isn't it.Right umm... The end?


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[align=center] A Online Blog Entry Dedicated To Christian Savior

Oh Chriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiistian come out and plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

Hello shit stick! Ok so I was trying to figure out what to send you and I struggled between this or just wrapping a piece of dog crap in paper and sending it to you. But in the spirit of what I am sure what will be a no doubt ‘riveting' and 'character driven' ’ promo with the central theme of you, I have decided to give you something that I think you might find enjoyable. I decided to craft this letter just like you craft all your promos. Since you love talking about yourself, I figured if anyone could appreciate this, it would be you. After all, imitation they say is the sincerest form of flatulence… or is it flattery… either one is good when it comes to you.

So first, before I begin talking about MY [1] match, let ME [2] talk about MY[3] day ok. I[4] decided that I[5] would travel in MY [6] car to the local grocery store. I[7] wanted to pick up some Doritos so that I[8] would have a snack before I[9] went to shoot my promo regarding MY [10] inevitable win over you. But then, I [11] realized that it’s only inevitable to ME [12] because I[13] didn’t win Rise To Greatness either so if I[14] thought I[15] actually was meant to win then I[16] would sound like a total ass. Ah well, I[17] did it anyway and I[18] don’t care how much of an ass I[19] look. I[20] mean who cares what other people think of ME[21].

ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI MOI [Counter Disabled Due To Volume Please Reduce And Try Again]

BLAH BLAH BLAH! HEY I BROKE THE COUNTER! I am not good with computers. Sheesh. Alright, point, Christian. NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU. We don’t want to hear about how you’re so much better than everyone else, because if you were, you would have won Taking Hold of the Flame and then the SCW title. But you didn’t even come close. Granted, neither did I, but I’m not claiming to be the best I'm a dude playing a dude who disguises himself like other dudes! It couldn't be clearer.. I know what I am. I don’t have to change for anybody. Either you’re trying to trick everyone with your nice guy routine or maybe you really have changed your stripes, but if you have, then explain why you still come off like a total lump of shit? I mean are you socially backwards where being an asshole is your way of being nice? Cause if so… well I have this friend who offers elocution lessons and social behavior instruction. If you want, after I finish kicking your ass, I can leave you his information. You guys can talk and maybe he help reduce your Shit-itude. Personally, I don’t care if you’re the good guy or the bad guy, cause I’m the one with the motherfucking gun!

Oh wait, they took that from me at customs. Damn it. Ok well then I am the guy with the… with the…

Shit…

Uh… I guess I got nothing but a smile on my face and an itching to give you a wedgie in front of the Karnie Universe on Breakdown. Does that count for anything? No? Does that mean I have to watch another mindless promo with you talking all about yourself?

Argh… Ok… Hang on, let me get my Jack Daniels… What the… I’m all out?!


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See you all next time…

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Okay world… I hate to do this, but for the love of the gods…


TIME OUT!


One: I lost Rise to Greatness yet again. This was becoming one of my least favorite pay-per-views. I was either 2-2 or 2-3. I couldn’t be certain, but the point was that I did not like this pay-per-view.

Two: That brought me to continue my losing streak, which was already stretching up to four or five matches as of late, including the Battle Royale that had brought me back. No, there was no denying it. As of late, since my return, I had not won a single match. What kind of comeback was that? Here I was, trying to do my kids proud and have them understand the value of fighting with morals and code, and so far, morals and code had got me one very painful losing streak.

Three: I was set to face of against Masquerade. The friend of my old friend/rival/enemy, Shilo Valiant. Only a few days after Rise to Greatness. While Winters and Valiant and many of the winners of RTG were taking it easy, I had to wrestle a guy that had changed his name and appearance nearly as much as my dim-witted, boring brother Zero. What’s more is that, I was rather certain the man would spend most of his time talking about Shilo then me, which meant that it would be all the more humiliating if he beat me. Still, if he had beaten Shawn Winters and ended up on the rankings board for the US and Heavyweight title, it would definitely help if I managed to beat him. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t have “gold fever” like everyone else did, but if I was going to get my message across about people wrestling for the sport and not for stupid reasons like “it looks cool” or “I want to make the audience gasp” like some of the fools like Masquerade and Thorn had done, and they had ended up farther from the win than I had.

Four: No wait…go back to three…


Because for some reason, I couldn’t get this match out of my head. For some reason, I kept circling around the same logical steps. This was the beginning of a new year. A way to clean the slate and start over again. The new SCW year had zero wins and zero losses for everyone. So, in that aspect-

Oh, but what if Masquerade beats me like Knight, Cruze and Katie did? I’d be right back where I started. I’d be back at square zero. And Masquerade has the reckless style. He’s not much of a tactician and he seems to have a severe problem winning any match without Shilo as of late. Still, he’s ranked pretty high on the rankings, so there has to be a reason for that. Anyway, he’ll jump a lot, bounce around and try and take me down withg that blasted Skeleton Key of his. Okay…this is upsetting me… move on to four.

Four: I had no idea where I was going in SCW, paths and crusades were here and there but I still didn’t have a clue what Sasha was planning for me, if she was even planning anything at all. And the last thing I wanted was to go back to being a conspiracy nut/whiner like my other brother, Riddick, had done.

Seriously, with me losing every match,  Riddick crying wolf at every which way and Zero losing his chance to challenge for the SCW title again…the group formerly known as Black Cell was done the drain.

And I had no where to go. I wasn’t even on the rankings for gods’ sake. I wasn’t even mentioned in the elite 15. Nor was I given any segments. I wasn’t bitter at that. Masquerade was in the same boat, though it was clear he was going to complain about that, maybe throw in that little mascot of his…what was his name again? Batman Lincol something something? Anyway, segment and rankings weren’t direly important to me, but…

Okay, five: Purpose. I didn’t have it. I didn’t. All this time, I had wanted to bring some sense of honour or pride to wrestling or maybe make some kind of atonement for my crimes of the past. Something. Anything. But the problem was, I had no idea where to start. Who to go after. As of late, they had thrown me into filler matches, one after another after another, like it didn’t matter what I was trying to accomplish. It made it hard not to think dark thoughts when I remembered how they had done this to me before. To myself and Rose, throwing us in the janitor’s closet or bathroom while others got the big, nice things-

Oh and that leads me into six:

My wife has cancer.


So, yeah, world…FUCKING TIME OUT!



***************************************************************


Rose was asleep in bed. I wasn’t.

Really, that was the only thing that was whizzing through my head at the moment. You’d think with the cancer in my wife, the almost failure of a career that seemed to be suffering a slow and agonizing death and the impending beat down I was sure to receive from Stephan Strange in order to “get himself ahead and face Shilo again”, there’d be more on my mind.

Nope. It was the fact that Rose was in bed sleeping and I could not. Even little Keira was sleep-

Keira.

My mind flashed to something different, though it was hardly a welcome change. Keira had no idea what was transpiring in her life. How could she? She was a child. Children weren’t supposed to know about life or death. They wouldn’t be able to comprehend.

Gods, it had been forced on me and I still hadn’t been able to comprehend it. The idea that everything comes to an end. Nothing lasts forever. Things that live, that exist on a biological scale must perish. It was the way of the world. The truly balanced equation of the universe. Where there is life, there is always death. No exception.

Perhaps that was why I couldn’t step away from SCW. I hadn’t been able to admit that it was over. To admit that it was time for my career to pass on. But how could I?! I was an SCW champion for only two weeks, and my time in IWC had been littered with poor choices, injuries and hatred from everyone that knew me.

I rather die a poor, desperate man than in a blaze of cheers that wanted the villain to die.

But nothing about me would die.

Again, my mind circled around, but only because I didn’t know what to do. Where to go.


Savior: I feel so lost.

Keira: Daddy?


The little voice caused me to jerk my head up to see her in her little pajamas. Their blue shade with tiny birds appearing heavenly in the night. She was like a small angel and while any other time I would think it adorable, tonight I had to steer myself away from thinking anything that could associate with the afterlife. Even angels.

Turning to her, I frowned. I made the disapproval evident on my face for her to see and the sternness of my gaze, even in the dark, caused her eyes to drop to the floor.

Savior: You’re supposed to be in bed. Didn’t I do a good job of tucking you in?

Add another failure to the list...

Keira: I’m scared.

The cold was creeping up into my stiff muscles and at Keira’s words, I became highly aware she was probably feeling it, too. We were both frightened, frozen with our fear and over-active imagination, even though one of us wouldn’t dare admit it fully. Reaching for her, my daughter immediately gravitated to me and I enveloped her in my arms. I held her gently, but firmly, willing what warmth and sense of safety that existed in my body, albeit frail, to absorb into her. She tucked her crown beneath my chin while I crouched to cradle her small form.

Savior: Why are you scared?

Keira: It’s dark.

I’d turned off her nightlight, thinking she had fallen asleep once I’d tucked her in for the night. She must have awoken.

Savior: You know you’re safe, Keira.

Her small nod indicated she knew but the imagination had other ideas. The over-activity of it, which she got from me, had a tendency to ignore reason and other knowledge. It made the mind flash to unspeakable things.

Rocking her gently on her feet, I whispered as comfortingly as I could.

Savior: In light and dark, day and night, you are safe. Mommy and I would never allow you to come under any harm.

I kissed her temple, trying to trust the words myself when harm had come to Rose under my protection. A wave of tiredness crashed over me and I suddenly felt beyond weary with every thought and burden of everything in SCW at here at home.

Savior: Come on.

Bending down, I pick her up and carry her small form to her room, the cold air hitting strongly as I walk through the dark hall. Keira even shivers once and I hold her tighter to my chest. Once in bed, I tuck the covers around her as snug as possible and sit on the edge to gently smooth back her light brown waves.

Keira: Please stay, daddy.

Savior: Of course.

Her eyes drifted closed as I stroked her hair and I thought back on how easy it was have no fear other than the dark. It wouldn’t be so for Keira, but looking back, feeling as if my soul had aged decades, I would exchange that fear with that of... everything else. I couldn’t think of Rose other than how much I wanted now to be in our bed, my arms wrapped around her.

Keira: Can you put on my nightlight?

Savior: It’s very late now, darling.

Keira: Please. Mommy puts it on for me.

It would only make sense that Rose would pay no regard to time or anything else except the comfort and safety of her daughter, who we treasured. Reaching over to the bedside table, I snapped on the switch for the nightlight and suddenly glowing images of Disney Princesses revolved around the room. As Belle passed over the ceiling, Keira smiled and her eyes drifted sleepily closed.

Savior: Better?

Keira: Mmm.

It was magical and strange that a simple light could calm even the severest of storms in a child’s mind. As I gingerly stood, my knees and ankles cracking in the cold to lean over and place a gentle kiss on Keira’s soft-skinned forehead, a notion entered my mind. It was such "light" that I needed to find, to clear away my fears. A light to cure the darkness of everything in my life and to provide salvation when there seemed only to be despair. The ray of hope that Keira was... Rose was.

Where was my light?

My objective clear, my mind at rest for now, I leave the room and a sleeping Keira behind with glowing lights to the warmth of my own bed. The warmth of my wife, which I concentrate on as I drift into sleep. Never would I let Rose go, let her light disappear... For she was my illumination. The guide through the darkness that consumed, even when it haunted her.

And I was determined to be her fire through it all.




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