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| Evans vs. Riddick vs. Thirteen vs. Savior; SCW United States Championship | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 14 2011, 04:50 PM (404 Views) | |
| Mr. D | Oct 14 2011, 04:50 PM Post #1 |
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James Evans vs. Adam Riddick vs. Thirteen vs. Christian Savior SCW United States Championship RP Limit: 3 RP per person Deadline: 5 PM EST Saturday, October 22, 2011 |
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| James Evans | Oct 18 2011, 03:33 PM Post #2 |
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I'll Probably Quit Soon
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OOC: Here you go guys. I may max out. I am not sure. Depends on how much time I have. Good luck to everyone involved. I can't wait to see what you guys produce. EDIT: Messed up on coding. Shilo crawls off the cover and toward the ropes, pulling himself back to his feet as Evans finally rolls over on to his stomach and begins to attempt to push himself to his feet. He gets to his knees before Shilo pulls him up and quickly slams him back down hard. He heads to the corner, climbing the ropes before leaping off and attempting something but Evans rolls out of the way and Valiant twists in mid-air, rolling as he hits the mat so he doesn’t take any more damage from missing the move. Evans pops back to his feet and Valiant levels him with a shot from his uninjured arm. The fans pop wildly. Shilo sees his chance to end it definitely and stalks Evans, waiting for a chance to apply the Morning Star. Dawson: “Evans down, he has absolutely no idea Shilo is waiting for him.” Knots: “I’ll give James Evans credit, he’s put up a good fight but he’s just not the same man. Without Chad in his corner he’ll never be a success.” Evans finally gets back to his feet and Shilo grabs him, setting up the Morning Star but Evans counters, nailing Shilo in the side of the head with a flailing elbow before grabbing him and rolling him up in a pin. Dawson: “Evans with a shot out of nowhere that caught Shilo off guard! Referee counts...” 1... 2... 3!!! Knots: “No way!!!” Shilo kicks out just too late and the crowd reacts with cheers for the upset. Evans rolls out of the ring in disbelief for a second before the referee grabs his arm and raises it up. "Face to the Floor" hits the PA system again as Evans is handed the United States Championship and throws his arms up in celebration as Shilo just sits in the ring in shock. Dawson: “JAMES EVANS DID IT!!! JAMES EVANS BEAT SHILO VALIANT!” Knots: “I... don’t believe it. How the hell did he pull that off? Shilo was about to finish him.” Dawson: “James Evans with a counter to the Morning Star and a roll up just became the United States Champion for the first time in his career, and my broadcast partner is in shock. How many times did you say he couldn’t do it?” How many people said that I couldn’t do it? That I could not go out and beat Shilo Valiant? I had the world on my back, telling me that I would put up a fight, but it wouldn’t be enough. That I did not have it in me to pull it off the biggest win of my career. I went out and did what I said I would do. I said that I would beat Shilo Valiant, cleanly, and become the new United States Champion. I did that. Goal met. Shilo knows that I came at him, up front and I took the fight to him. I wouldn’t take anything from Shilo, because he brought it. Man, my head feels like it is still ringing from as many head shots he gave me. But I did not run and hide as he said I would. I did not cower in his presence. The fans got one hell of a show and the SCW got itself a new United States Champion. Shilo and I will more than likely cross paths once again, because I know he will want this title if he manages to lose the Chamber match Sunday night at Under Attack. But that will be for another day. What I am focused on now is my match at Under Attack. My championship is on the line in a fatal four way match, as I am pitted against Thirteen, a guy I don’t know much about, so I will have to do my research. There is Christian Saviour, who is a former U.S., Adrenaline, Tag, and World Champion. He is the first ever Undisputed Champion of the world, holding the SCW and IWC titles at the same time. And then, there is my new enemy, Adam Riddick. Riddick doesn’t think I deserve to be champion. He hates the fact that I was even considered to face Shilo Valiant. He wants his shot. He feels he has been robbed of his title opportunities. Yet, he hasn’t even worked for it yet. That is my thing. He wants to pick up a microphone and say that he wants a title shot and that he deserves it. Words only get you so far in this business. You have to go out and back your words up, and Riddick has yet to do that. He can knock me all he wants, but he needs to listen to Shilo’s promos against me, with the way he bashed me, so Adam can see where that got Mr. Valiant. Because knocking me and talking trash about me isn’t doing Riddick or anyone else any favors. It only adds fuel to the fire and it is not even close to going out. The fire burns inside of me and it is boiling hot. It’s a fucking scorcher. You can call it a “blaze of glory” or even a “phoenix on the rise”. The world, as well as the three individuals I will be facing, with my title on the line…everyone needs to know and get it through their thick skulls, that just because I am champion, just because I wear this belt, doesn’t mean I am taking a vacation. It doesn’t mean that I don’t have that fire. That I am no longer hungry, because I am. I got myself a meal, but it wasn’t enough. I am still not satisfied. I am still on the hunt, but this time I have gone from being the hunter, to being the hunted. I have to defend myself and I am not going down without a fight. I will have to keep my wits about me. I have so much going on. I was able to keep the whole Olive situation off of my mind during my contest against Shilo, but it didn’t take long for it to rear its ugly head back into my mind. I have to stay afloat and keep going. I have to keep going, not only for Olive, but for myself. For this championship that rests on my shoulder. [align=center]________________________________________[/align] [align=center] Hello junkies… Wait. We are not doing that anymore. Sorry. I figured I shouldn’t do that out of respect for the now dead fan loving persona of Shilo Valiant. He turned against you, because you cheered for others. How sad is that really? It’s like he wanted to control the fans. He was a brat when it came to the people. I mean, were you guys not allowed to cheer and boo whomever you wanted? I guess it is against the Shilo handbook for the fans to have an opinion. Not with me. You can cheer me. You can boo me. I am still going to wrestle, either way. I am not going to berate you, because opinions are like assholes, everyone has one. And speaking of assholes…Shilo, I laughed pretty hard at your first promo for the Chamber match. You couldn’t stop mentioning me. You couldn’t stop bringing up excuse after excuse as to why you lost to me at Ammo. You said it was because I had weeks to prepare. That it was because I was able to study you. That you were overbooked and all kinds of other crap. Why don’t you take the advice you tried to give Katie Steward and just shut the fuck up? I beat you fair and square. I took the punishment you dished out and vice versa. You put up one hell of a fight. You will go down as one of the best, if not the greatest U.S. champions in the history of this company. I think you even top Greg Cherry, because you actually defended the belt. I can give you that credit. I can swallow my own pride and praise you and your work ethic, but you can’t do that for me. You cannot return the favor. Fair enough, chump. You can name all of the excuses in the world as to how I beat you, but here is the real deal. I beat you with a fucking elbow to the face and a roll up. Point blank. I outsmarted you and beat you, Shilo. You can shit all over that, just like you have obviously turned your back on the fans. That is very fucking predictable Valiant. You lose a few matches and you start making excuses and pointing fingers. You are starting to crack. I know what it’s like. I’ve been there. But at the end of it all, the only person to blame is yourself. You don’t like being overbooked? Fucking say something, instead of just whining like Pete Ebdon over the rankings system. Tell them you need a break. I mean you were quick to point out that I did that. If I knew I couldn’t keep up with the competition, then I took a break. It was probably the best thing I could’ve done because now I am reenergized and fully focused. So, here is something I want to propose. After you get your ass handed to you in the Chamber, if you want to keep talking shit and trying to act like I am not worthy of being United States Champion…after I beat Riddick, Saviour and Twelve, retaining the championship, then I will put it up against you, so you can try to reclaim it as your own. I am doing it out of the kindness of my heart, because I know how heartbroken you are and how you’re more than likely going through withdrawals, because you won’t have a title. So, I am extending the challenge to you, Shilo. You can pay attention to it or not. Either way, I don’t care. I am done talking about you. I have a match to focus on. I guess I will see you when I see you. And no fans, I am not going to complain at my pay per view being a title match. I don’t care if it has only been a week since I won it. I don’t care. I was going to be pissed if my title wasn’t on the line. But it is and I am going to defend it to the best of my abilities. I went through one hell of a match to get this belt and I will be damned if I let it go that easily. I won’t let go of it without a fight. Riddick, Saviour and Thirteen are going to have to come at me, head strong and guns blazing, and beat me on until I can no longer move, because that is the only way this title is leaving my waist. At Under Attack, I am the hunted, but I am still the hunter. I am hungry and I will continue looking for more prey. Riddick, Saviour and Thirteen are being served up to me. It is going to be one tough meal for me to swallow, but I will not stop fighting them until my belly is full and I am completely satisfied. I can look in their eyes and see that they don’t want this belt as much as I do. Saviour has already had it. Riddick just wants to find a way to even become relevant again. Thirteen, if he can stay focused, can actually be one hell of a challenge, but I am not sure of where his head is at. So boys come on into my ring and take a seat and get ready for the bell to ring and the match to begin, because Sunday night, class will be in session. And don’t think this is all I am going to say. This is a big match and I am just getting warmed up, gents. Necro! Oh wait, that’s over and done with.[/align] [align=center]________________________________________[/align] Oh my God, James thought, as she led him into his apartment. She was so beautiful. As beautiful as she had remembered him. He felt his feet dragging, but the smile on his face remained, no matter how ridiculous James knew he looked. They stumbled around, mainly because James was drunk and he was far heavier than she was, but she kept him stable. Mentally and physically. Together they were defying physics, he thought, laughing to himself. This was the morning after James had won the SCW United States Championship. A few of his friends were in the crowd watching. They had told him that they were coming when James sat in his locker room waiting for his interview. They told him if he lost, they would storm the ring and riot. But if he won, then drinks were on them. James didn’t want to go out drinking at first. He wanted to get back home and continue his quest for justice for Olive. But there was another part of him. A voice that said that he needed to take a break from reality, without doing it inside of a world he created in his mind. James nodded in agreement and agreed to go with him, win or lose. If he lost, he wanted something to milk “the pain” as he put it. If he won, he wanted to party like a champion. And a champion he was. James remembered how he felt like he was going to be sick at one point in the evening. He hadn’t drank alcohol in what seemed like an eternity. His buddies, mocked him as he stumbled into the bathroom and he locked the door. To his surprise, it wasn’t a wet and rundown bathroom. It still had the one sink and one toilet, but everything looked clean. James hoped it was like that at least. He stood, his head hovering over the toilet, while his arms were stretched out, his hands pressed against the wall, holding his body up and he let it go. He threw up his guts it felt like before, he pushed himself away from the wall and toilet and James slammed into the opposite wall, before slumping down into the corner. He even reached up and locked the door. He felt ashamed. The only thing James could think about at that particular moment was Olive and how he knew he should’ve been on the phone at home, trying to figure out what had happened to her. James told himself that if he could see her, he would tell her he was sorry. That he would do better. That he wouldn’t do this again. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his cell. James and his friends went to the closest bar, so they could celebrate with the new champion. The bar agreed to stay open since James was there. James didn’t want to be there now. He wanted to be on his couch. Anywhere but there. James opened his cell and began to go through his contacts list. He saw the name. He saw the number and dialed, before pressing it against his ear. He listened to it ring and ring and ring, before finally someone picked up. It was her. Her voice was heavenly, just as it always was. She said: Hello? James replied, saying the only thing he could think to say. James: I’m sorry…I am so sorry…I should’ve been better. I should have done more for you… Her voice came in again. It brought a smile to James’ face. She said: James? Is that you? Is it really you? James: Yes…it is. Yes it’s really me and I am sorry…so sorry for not being better. I want to make it up to you…I just…I just can’t move right now…I’m really….drunk. Come pick me up…please…I need to see you. I need to… James heard her reply. She said: Tell me where you are and I’ll be there baby. Just tell me where you are and I am on my way… And James did. He told her where he was and she came to his rescue. She helped him into her car, then helped him into his hotel room, as well as the elevator, then to his door and into his bed, where he rested, smiling from ear to ear, as he would come to and see her lying beside him and then he’d black out, only to find her still there when he’d come to again. It seemed to be a never ending cycle. He opened his eyes and he saw her. Olive. It didn’t make sense at first, but somehow she was there. She had come to rescue him and he wanted her to know how grateful he was. He kissed her. She kissed him back. He felt his hand touch the back of her neck as he began to roll over. He hoped his breath didn’t smell like vomit, but then he remembered how she gave him his toothbrush, loaded with Crest, and a cup of water. He felt her hands rub his back and arms and neck, before slowly removing his shirt. James tasted her lips again, before pulling away from her, as she removed her shirt. He looked into her eyes. Olive’s eyes. A look of yearning rested in them, and James went back into action. He kissed her breast, before undoing her bra from the front, then kissed them again, before making his way down, slowly down her stomach with his tongue gently touching the skin. He looked up at her, and she returned his gaze, as he slowly unbuttoned her designer jeans. He slid them off of her tone legs and held them up, kissing and licking them up and down, before removing her thong underwear and spreading the lips apart and he let his tongue slowly glide up and down, side to side, over her clit. He heard her moan and James felt her fingers running through his head, pulling his face into it, forcing his tongue to go as deep as possible. And then he heard Olive speak. Olive: Fuck me, James. Fuck me so good. Please…come on… James moved his head from her pussy, and made his way back up to her face, gliding his tongue over her abdomen and breast, then her neck, kissing it with his lips, before meeting her lips with his. James felt as she undone his pants and pulled them down with her toes, removing pants and underwear. James kicked them off at the end and then he felt her fingers wrap around the base of his dick, as she guided him inside of her, as James pushed a bit with his hips and he let out a moan as he felt the warmth. She said: I love you. James replied. James: I love you too… [align=center]________________________________________[/align] [align=center] But what isn’t over is my reign as U.S. Champion. I am not going to hold onto this title forever. That would just be stupid to even assume that. But it’s just getting started and so am I. So follow me. I am amped up and ready to go. Adam Riddick, you are lucky contestant number one, because you really are a pain in the ass and I figured it would be best to address you first. Don’t feel special, because you while you are special, it’s not the sort of special you want to be. Listening to you speak about this and that missed opportunity, makes me want to bash my head against the wall. Not that I really like the guy, but Masquerade was right in his recent promo against you. You are a movie rip off. And I am not talking a major blockbuster here. I am talking borderline B movie. I mean, even in the beginning with the whole “Sin City” bits and pieces. Riddick, welcome to reality. It is an ugly place, but going inside of your imagination can just be as bad, or even worse. Riddick, you have gone downhill. I’ve stated this before when we first went toe to toe. I stand by that statement. You could be a champion in this company again if you got your head out of your ass. You see, Riddick, a few months ago, with the way I was, you and I would have been the exact same. I wanted the opportunities you want, and I didn’t want to go out and earn them. I was content with having them handed to me, even though those hand outs never came. Yet you, along with Shilo Valiant, seem to think I haven’t earned this title, let alone the shot I received at the last edition of Ammo. I feel like I am listening to the same person all over again. And I really don’t feel like sitting through another Shilo Valiant like promo, no matter who is speaking. But, Riddick, you think that I didn’t deserve my shot. Where is your argument to that? Shilo tried to produce one, yet he really couldn’t back it up. So far, neither have you. Do you think that by saying I was unworthy of competing for this title, or that I am unworthy of wearing this title, is going to fuck with me? Do you think that it is going to get me to second guess and question myself? If that’s the case, then your plan is already shot down, because I spent a better part of my wrestling career questioning myself. I am done second guessing. You can try to get inside of my head, but it isn’t going to work. I know that I earned my shot and by beating Shilo cleanly, I know that I earned the right to be called the SCW United States Champion. I mean, I could come out and ask what have you done to earn your shot at this title or even the Adrenaline title, but I already know. To get a shot at this, you earned your way by hitting me with a ring bell. You earned your shot at me because you and I have been going back and forth for the past month or so. You earned your shot because I am the US Champion. The fans want to see you and I tear into one another and settle this inside of the ring and I plan on doing just that. It may not get settled in this fatal four way, which I am hoping it doesn’t, because I want you all to myself. Don’t take that as a gay thing either. I am sure you are quite immature, so you’d attempt to pull a Jake Starr. But I want to face you one on one, Adam, so I can make you eat every single word you’ve spewed about me. So I can show you that I am not like you. I am not just talk. I am much more than just some words put together into sentences, to create a promo. I can back up my words in the ring. Just like when we faced at Breakdown, I took the fight to you and you couldn’t handle it, so you got yourself disqualified. Did you think a shot by the ring bell would have been enough? Sure my head hurt like hell, but I wasn’t going to let you get away with that round, so I beat your ass backstage. Cheap shot? Maybe. Did it send a message? Yes. I don’t need weapons to take you out. I will use my skills in that ring take you out. I will hurt you, Adam. I am going to bring the fight to you yet again and I will dissect you, and push you to your limits. And don’t think that I am solely focused on you, Riddick, because I am not. I am sure that this isn’t going to be over Sunday night, so I won’t tame the Silver Wolf, but I will humble him, by handing him another loss and standing tall once again. As Champion. Don’t go anywhere, Saviour. Take a seat Thirteen. Like I said earlier, I am just getting started.[/align] [align=center]________________________________________[/align] James woke up with the sun is in his eyes and a pounding in his head. He looked around and saw clothes, his and a female’s, lying around his bedroom. He looked down and noticed he was naked. He rested his head back onto the pillow for a second or two. Maybe longer. Just enough time for the room to stop spinning and vibrating around him. He took a few deep breaths, then rolled over to investigate the woman beside him. James remembered drinking heavily the night before. He didn’t remember how he got to his hotel room. He didn’t remember meeting any girls at the bar with his friends. James didn’t remember getting naked, but he put two and two together, knowing he had sex. He wondered if he used a condom. The only thing he could really remember was this dream he made love to Olive. It felt so real to him, that he wished it would have actually come true. Tragically, James knew it never would happen. James reached over and tapped the girl on the shoulder. She jerked and moaned a bit, but she didn’t turn over. James did it again and got the same reaction. He wondered what it was with women not wanting to face him the morning after sex. He knew he wasn’t bad looking. He tried again and this time, she rolled over, revealing herself to James. James lied there in shock. It wasn’t Olive. It wasn’t some random girl he met and brought back to his hotel and fucked her goofy. It was Katelyn. She smiled at James, while James looked at her, with his mind going to work, trying to figure out what happened. He wanted to know the what, the when, the how and the where. Not to mention the why. Katelyn: Morning… James: Katelyn what are you doing here? Katelyn looked at James shocked when he said that. James immediately felt like an asshole. Or like the narrator from Fight Club, if you get the reference. Katelyn: What the hell do you mean by that? I am pretty sure its obvious why I am here, James. You called me and I picked you up from the bar. I brought you to your hotel. I took care of you and then one thing led to another and we fucked. Several times actually. James sat up in the bed and ran his hands over his face. He couldn’t remember a damn thing. He didn’t remember calling Katelyn. Katelyn: Do you not remember anything? James didn’t face her. He couldn’t. He felt like a total asshole. A real piece of garbage. Lower than low. He kept his back to her, but still replied. James: No, I don’t. I barely remember getting drunk. Katelyn got up out of the bed, keeping the sheet wrapped around her. James still thought she was as sexy as ever, but he didn’t know how to handle the situation. He never expected to sleep with Katelyn. The last thing he remembered about Katelyn was the night he called her and thought he had left a message on her voicemail. James sat there while Katelyn when into the bathroom of the hotel room and slammed the door. James got up finally and slipped his boxer briefs on. He walked over to the bathroom door and knocked on the door. James: Katelyn…open up. Katelyn: Leave me the fuck alone, James. James rolled his eyes and shook his head. He said to himself, this is why you shouldn’t drink. You never know what’s going to happen the next morning. He knocked again and asked Katelyn to open the door. Her response was the same. For James to leave her alone, but James knocked again. James: Katelyn. I’m sorry. I really don’t remember anything from last night. I remember winning the title and going out with my friends. I don’t remember how much I had to drink. I don’t remember calling you or anyone for that matter. But look, I am sorry, Katelyn. I really am. Katelyn: I fucking doubt it James. Katelyn opened the door and shoved James back, then continued speaking. Katelyn: You called me. You kept saying you were sorry. You said that you should’ve been there for me. That you should’ve done more for me. I remember it clearly, James, because I thought that you had finally realized how hot I am and you finally wanted to be with me. But I guess I was wrong as usual when it comes to you. James stood there in silence, as everything came back to him. He saw himself on the phone, saying everything Katelyn said he had, and he remembered how he thought he had been talking to Olive. James remained in silence, knowing that everything Katelyn had said was true. Katelyn was right. He should have done more for her. But he wasn’t. He never was. Katelyn didn’t deserve that, but James knew that he couldn’t commit to her. Not now. At least not yet. His mind was somewhere else. His heart had been torn in two different pieces. One for her. One for Olive. James finally spoke, saying the only thing that he could say. James: Katelyn, I am sorry. I should have… Katelyn cut him off. Katelyn: Save it James. I know you’re into someone else. I am not as stupid as you or anyone else makes me out to be. Maybe one day you’ll wake up and realize that you care for me as much as I care for you. I just hope it isn’t too late. I just hope that one day I will be good enough for you. James stood against the wall and watched as Katelyn got dressed and stormed out of the hotel room. She shot James one last look and James stared back at her, seeing the pain in her eyes. It killed James. She turned her head and walked out. James wanted to tell her that the best thing she could do is walk away from him and never look back. James got dressed and tossed the blanket back unto the bed for the cleaning lady to fix. He grabbed his keys and his bags. He checked each one and saw the United States title resting in one of them. James took the belt out of the bag and studied it for a few moments, before realizing he had a flight to catch, so he put it back in the bag and left the hotel room, telling himself that he needed to get out of New York. He needed to get back to L.A. At least for a few days before he had to be in Washington to defend his championship. [align=center]________________________________________[/align] “What are you doing here?” James had reached his apartment in LA a few hours after his encounter with Katelyn, only to find Detective Murdock standing outside of his door. Murdock looked away from the door and locked eyes with James. James picked up the pace, before getting into the face of the detective. James: I’ll ask again…what are you doing here? Murdock took a step or two back. He pulled out a little notepad from his coat and flipped through a few pages, then smiled and replied. Murdock: Here we go. I heard through the grapevine at the department, someone called Vick a few nights ago, talking about a dead hooker. Said he threatened Vick. I heard this, James and I immediately thought of you. You wouldn’t know anything about it would you? James stood there, not smirking or anything. He stood perfectly still, because James knew Murdock knew the answer to his own question. Murdock: Kid, you are barking up the wrong tree. I am being serious. You are going to get yourself hurt. You could end up dead. I am just telling you this because I don’t want anything to happen to you. James: You suddenly care what happens to me? Oh my, Murdock…have you lost that edge of yours? James didn’t know what to think of Murdock’s words. Murdock had shit on James’ father. Not that he didn’t have a reason not to, but James knew it was out of character for Murdock to act any other way than an asshole. A cop. Murdock: Kid, I talked a lot of shit about you and your dad, but it really directed to your father. You’re nothing like him, as far as I can tell. Otherwise, I wouldn’t give two shits about what could happen to you. If you keep pushing this thing, its going to get ugly. I am telling you to leave it alone. It’s just a dead hooker, James. Nothing more. Nothing less. James pushed by Murdock. He wanted to clean his clock, but he didn’t. James opened his apartment door and stepped inside. Murdock followed. Once inside, James tossed his bags to the floor and turned to face Murdock once again. He was pissed over Murdock’s comment towards Olive. James: She wasn’t just a hooker, Murdock. She had no choice. She wanted out. Olive told me herself that she wanted out, but she had a child to worry about. She was afraid the last time I talked to her. She was scared shit less. I could see it in her eyes. Murdock piped up. Murdock: When was the last time you talked to her or saw her? James sat down against the arm of the couch, and let his mind wander, trying to remember, before he replied. James: It was a week or so before I saw that she had been killed. She had called me and was frantic. She wanted me to come pick her up, so I did. She had me stay on the phone with her the whole time until I got to where she was. The same hotel she had been found dead. It was a fucking shady looking place. Murdock spoke. Murdock: Yeah, Vick owns that hotel. It is where he does most of his business. James replied. James: If you know this, then why don’t you have it shut down? Why isn’t Vick being arrested? Murdock: James, this is L.A. People get away with everything here. Vick keeps the right people paid up in the justice system. I don’t know who and I don’t know how, but he is connected and he gets off clean. If I could, I would make sure he was brought down. But I can’t make a move. The way it seems, Vick is going to remain untouchable, kid. James shook his head and grinded his teeth. He pictured the Vick from his story and he saw himself pummeling his face in. James wanted it to happen in real life. Just like in the story. James: I can’t let him get away with this. If he had something done to Olive, then he needs to pay for it. I can’t let him get away with it, Murdock. Murdock cut him off. Murdock: You need to slow your roll son. You need to let me handle this, James. I am being serious. Vick is hooked up with the right people. If he found out you were the one threatening him over the phone, you would be dead…like that… Murdock snapped his fingers in James’ face. James didn’t seem phased. He could imagine hurting this Vick character. Hurting him bad. Possibly killing him. He wanted Olive to have justice. James wanted his revenge. Murdock: I can see it in your eyes, James that you don’t give a fuck about what I am telling you. You want this thing to get ugly don’t you? I bet you do. If that’s the case, if you want to go there…Don’t! You will be way in over your head. You don’t know what you are getting yourself into. I’ve told you this. James replied. James: Then what would you have me do, Murdock? An innocent woman was found murdered and there is nothing that can be done because the potential murderer is connected with corrupt cops and city officials? So I just get to sit around and watch nothing happen? Is that what I am supposed to do? Murdock shrugged his shoulders. Murdock: That is exactly what I am telling you. You need to just… James cut him off. James: I can’t just sit by and let nothing happen. I can’t and you should know that. If you can see anything in my eyes, you should see that I am not wired like that. I hate how awful the world is, Murdock. I’ve been through the ugly side of life before and I am not afraid of it. I want to confront it and beat it. Murdock: Do you want to die because of it? James sat there in silence. The question bounced back and forth in his mind, as Murdock stood there for a few moments. Neither man looked at the other. Their eyes were to the ground. James looked up and saw Murdock walking away, finally, his head still towards the ground. When he reached the doorway, he turned and faced James one last time, his words haunting James, as Murdock said. Murdock: Leave it alone. And then he was gone. James sat on the arm of the couch for a few moments, frozen, before slipping to the floor below, slowly. He buried his face into his hands and felt tears beginning to build, but he fought them. He didn’t want to become weak. He stood up and walked to the door and closed it. He turned his cell off as well. He wanted to shut himself off from the world for at least a little while. He needed to think. His mind felt like it was in shambles. He was thinking about Katelyn and how he had hurt her. He felt something for her and he knew he more than likely always would. There was no way around it. He thought about Olive and how he wanted to honor her by bringing those responsible for her death to justice. And then he thought about his wrestling career. He had just won the US title. A belt he had wanted for quite some time. He needed to keep it together. Not just for his career, but his own well being. He didn’t want to go insane. He wanted to keep his sanity up a little bit. He knew if his opponents picked up on it, if James indeed began to crack, then they would tear him apart. They would manage to get inside of his head, despite the fact that he said they wouldn’t. James knew he had to stay sharp. He had to keep his wits about him. He was able to do so in winning the title. Now, James said to himself, he had to do he same in order to keep the title in his possession. The pressure was beginning to show its ugly head. The pressure of the ring wars. The pressure of the real world. James wanted to run away into his imagination, but he couldn’t. He knew he had to confront each and every obstacle placed before him if he wanted to make it out alive in any world he found himself in. He was finally making a name for himself on his own. He didn’t have his cousin Chad to worry about. James didn’t want to lose that. He didn’t want to lose the self respect he had finally found after so long. But he also didn’t want to give up the fight for Olive that he had started. James stood up and grabbed his keys. He was going to go where it all began. He was going to get some answers. No matter the cost. [align=center]…To Be Continued…[/align] |
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| WAP2PLeader | Oct 19 2011, 04:07 PM Post #3 |
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http://riddickvsscw.webs.com/uschampionshipi.htm A big thanks to James for finally giving me an opponent who rped before me! lol made love for the current US Champion! Best of Luck to you bro and to Christian and 13 I'm gonna try and max out myself. We'll have to see where this final chapter of the book takes me. I mean, length wise. IMPORTANT When reading this, bare in mind I am writing all three rps as continuing sections. They happen right after the other. Therefore, if one rp is heavy on CD or MR, relax, the other sections make up for it. Hope that makes sense. Edited: To fix wording and link.
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| James Evans | Oct 20 2011, 03:09 PM Post #4 |
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OOC: Enjoying writing this story arc, as well as writing a roleplay less than 6K for once. I think I creamed my pants. The story is one of the best I've written in a long time I believe. And I enjoyed the promo portion as well. Good luck again guys. I wonder how long I will hear that I didn’t earn this title? I look at my championship and I study it. The United States Championship has had one hell of a history in this sport. Not only in Supreme Championship Wrestling, but in promotions all over the world. I feel honored to wear this title for my company. I fought hard to capture it when everyone was counting me out and now I plan to defend it, while fans are rooting for me to win, but my peers are against me. Yes, I have some support. My cousin, Chad supports me, which is a shock, but he does. People have stated that I am nothing without Chad. That I will never be anything without Chad, yet I believe in my heart of hearts that I have stepped out from his shadow. When I beat Shilo on Ammo and pinned him one, two, three cleanly in the center of the ring to earn this crown, becoming the new face of the US division, I stepped out of his shadow completely and now I am not known as the other Evans. I am known as James Evans. The US Champion. There is no second coming. There is just me, one hundred and ten percent James Evans. It is my time. I am OK with having the world against me. I am not here to please my peers. I am not here to earn their respect. Fans can say that I am a hack and that my win over Shilo was a fluke. Some can say that I earned my way every step. I appreciate the criticism either way. I am not the greatest wrestler. I will not ever claim to be. I go out and compete and put on the best show possible. I am not going to come out and pull a Porno Lad and claim to be the epitome of awesome. I am not going to say that I am the best chain wrestler like one of my opponents this Sunday, Thirteen, claims to be. I am not intimidated by claims. I don’t care how my opponents see themselves, or me for that matter. I earned the shot and I made the most of it. I am going to defend it proudly and I will defend it with my dying breath. This division and this championship have been placed on the backburner, until now. I carry both on my shoulders and I am not going to let them fall. I will lift them both up, high in the air, and let the world know that when I walk away this Sunday…still the United States Champion, that I am the real deal and that US division has risen from the ashes. There is a new fire being lit underneath the division and I am the one igniting it. James asked for a room, under a different name. This place was so shady, that they didn’t ask for identification. His name was Christian Riddick. The hotel clerk gave James a weird name and asked him if his parents hated him when he was born. James just smirked, knowing that it was a terrible name, but he didn’t have time to get creative. He wanted answers and he wanted them quickly. The clerk’s next question struck a chord with James, as it entered into his mind. Clerk: What do you prefer? James looked at him, puzzled. James: What do you mean exactly? The Clerk cracked a smirk, before replying. Clerk: We have girls who like pain. We have girls who enjoy anal only. Foot rubs. Shit like that. And do you have anything we need to know about? Diseases. Fetishes. Anything of that nature? If you do, we need to know. James chuckled. James: No. I’m clean. And then they looked at one another in silence. The clerk looked away after a minute or so, then stared at his watch, then back at James. Clerk: Well…what do you want? We have a nice selection for any category. James replied. James: Give me one who likes pain… When the words left his mouth, James immediately questioned his selection. He didn’t know why he wanted a girl who got off on pain. James wanted to change his mind, but he didn’t. He didn’t want things to get out of hand. He was already wearing cheap clothes and fake facial hair. Different contacts. Anything that could possibly make him look different. He didn’t want any sort of attention, like people figuring out he is a wrestler or anything like that. Clerk: My kind of guy… James cut him off. James: And what does that mean? The clerk grinned again. Clerk: You like to beat them around. I like that. It helps get out a little bit of frustration. They can’t do anything to you, unless you want them to. The only time you have to stop is if they say stop, but these girls…haha…these girls…they never say stop. Makes my dick hard just thinking about it. A guy like you…I am sure you’re going to have one hell of a time my friend. The clerk looked James up and down, then spoke once more. Clerk: Like I said…my kind of guy… James leaned forward a little bit, then replied, locking eyes with the clerk, staring at him coldly. James: I am nothing like you. You enjoy shit like this. I don’t. I am not the kind of person you think I am. You don’t know shit about me. I don’t get off on any of this. I would rather be home, in my own bed, with a woman I care about, but the way things have gone for me recently, I can’t have that. The clerk smirked. Clerk: Exactly. You can let that frustration out. You can let yourself become the fucking monster that dwells inside of you and you can hurt those girls. They can be whoever you want them to be. Your boss. Your enemies. They can be anybody. Just put a face on them and beat the shit out of it. Haha! James wanted to reach over the desk and drag him over the counter and take out his frustrations on his face. He would picture Riddick. He would picture Thirteen. Saviour. Valiant. He would picture Vick as well. God, he wanted to have time alone with him, so he could make him feel every ounce of pain Olive felt before she died. James just stood there and glared at the clerk, who handed him a room key. He told James to phone when he reached the room and a girl would be right up there and then he had free reign. Whatever happened in that room, stayed in that room. James jerked the key away from the clerk and left. He looked around outside, at all of the shady characters standing outside of the rooms. He heard moans from inside. He heart screams, which made his blood run cold and made his stomach turn. He pictured Olive screaming while someone beat her to death. He saw her reaching out for someone to help her, but nobody could. Nobody ever knew what was going on. James clenched his fists and grinded his teeth, trying to get rid of his anger, so he didn’t go into this thing pissed off. He didn’t know what would happen. He didn’t know what he was capable of. He didn’t want to know. James reached the room and closed the door. He looked around the room and he saw images of Olive. Her blood staining the wall and James rushed into the bathroom, threw the toilet seat up and he puked. He stepped out of the bathroom, flushing the toilet and he walked over to the sink. He ran the warm water, then splashed it over his face repeatedly and James looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were wild looking. His face was pale. James: Get it together, James. Get it together. James took a deep breath then pushed himself away from the sink and walked over to the bed. He sat down and picked up the room phone. He heard the clerk’s voice on the other end. Clerk: You ready? James: Yes. Riddick here. I’m ready. James heard the clerk laughing this time, before finally replying. Clerk: She will be right up. James: Fine. I’ll be waiting. James hung up the phone and sat there on the bed. He turned his head and looked back at the mirror above the sink. His eyes were still wild. Almost like he was afraid or excited. Perhaps a combination of both. He didn’t know exactly. James took a few deep breaths, telling himself that everything was going to be alright. He repeated it over and over again, until he heard a knock at the door. James looked up and took another deep breath. He held it for a few moments, before saying one last thing, as he stood and walked towards the door. James: Everything is going to be alright. James gripped the door knob and pulled the door open. The girl stood there. Beautiful and smiling. Girl: Hi… James smiled, forcefully. James: Come in. [align=center]____________________________________________[/align] [align=center] So Adam Riddick arrived and well…didn’t quite deliver as expected. Once again, he shows me that he isn’t in this as he says it is. It is sad actually, because I was hoping to get a hungry Riddick, but I’ve gotten nothing of the sort. The only thing I saw was that he watched my match against Shilo and he wanted Shilo to beat me so he could rub it in my face that I failed. Again with the hatred towards me… I didn’t fail obviously. Riddick gets his shot and he thinks he is going to take the title away from me, because he is a real fighter? Yeah real fighters stay and fight. They don’t resort to cheap tactics and ring bells to look tough. Good job dumb ass! I am a real fighter. I am a real wrestler and Sunday night, Riddick when I put your sorry excuse for a “fighting spirit” out of commission, you will know that I am a real champion. But you see, I will deal with you Riddick when you say something. When you actually decide to open your mouth and come at me. Right now, I have other opponents to worry with. Christian Saviour and Thirteen. I will set our little feud aside Riddick, because they are important to this match as well. I am champion, and I have to make sure I cover everything and make sure there is no stone left unturned. Thirteen. You are the wild card in this match. I don’t know much about you, except for what I’ve noticed in the ring and what I’ve read in your biography on the SCW website. I say you are the wild card, because I feel that if you give it your all, you could surprise everyone and walk away with the belt I carry now. I know that it isn’t the championship you want, as I have heard through the grapevine you want the Adrenaline Championship. I know that you are one hell of a talent as well. You’ve earned your shot at the Adrenaline title, winning the Showcase on the Rise to Greatness pre-show. You tore through the competition and put on some thrilling moments inside of that ring. The thing is, I’ve noticed something about you Thirteen. Your career has been nothing but a roller coaster ride. You go up and then you drop right back down. It’s something I don’t get my friend. You want the Adrenaline title, and you work so hard, putting forth so much effort to earn that shot but when you get said shot, you drop the ball. Why is that? You’ve been in this business a long time according to your bio page, yet you fall to a rookie like Ryan Watson? Something just doesn’t add up. I’ve wondered what motivates you, only to wonder what brings you down as well. It makes me question whether or not you truly care about this match you are in this Sunday. Was it the physical and mental abuse you suffered at the hands of your parents? I can certainly see why. Do you not think you are good enough, so you limit yourself to what you can and cannot do inside of the ring? I am only guessing here, because I don’t know much about you, man. I am just trying to understand what makes you tick. I want to know what drives you. I don’t know if it has anything to do with the relationship you had with your parents, but if it is, then you don’t need to let it drag you down. I’ve been through the hells of a broken home. I’ve been beaten until I blacked out. I woke up with bumps and bruises. Broken bones. I know what it is like. I stood up for my mother and my younger siblings and I got the worst of it. But I have refused to let my past control me. I will always have skeletons in my closet. There will always be demons for me to confront and overcome, because those are the cards that I have been dealt, Thirteen. I am not going to let the bullshit that happened to me slow me down in my life, because I am better than that. And I believe you are better than the things I read in your bio page. I believe you are stronger than you’ve made yourself out to be. I don’t think you need to stop your climb to the top of the Adrenaline ranks. You don’t need to limit yourself, because from what I’ve seen of your skills inside of the squared circle, you are very, very good and you have what it takes to be a champion. You are good enough. I know that you can give me one hell of a fight. More of a fight than Riddick and Saviour could do if their talents were combined. You could still give me more, because I believe you have drive. You just drop it into neutral most of the time and stay stuck in the same position. You’re always looking up. And I am telling you right now, that if you don’t get your shit together, that you are going to be looking up at the arena lights after you are put away by me, if it comes down to it. I am going to bring the fight to you. You can lock me up in some submissions. You can sling me around with suplexes like you were Josh Hudson on speed. It isn’t going to stop me from fighting you. I will take your punishment. I will let you vent frustrations and beat on me, until you are tickled pink. But I am not going to stop. You will be nothing more than a demon, an obstacle for me to overcome and I will overcome you. You can step out into the light, or you can remain in the shadows, afraid of your own demons, letting them control, letting them stop you at the moments where you could really shine, such as your match against Watson…you can step out and step it up, and prove me wrong, but I don’t see that happening. So far, you would rather come up short handed and hurt people afterwards to make yourself look stronger. You turned on Darren Drake and left him hanging, to be beaten by Saviour and Riddick. That doesn’t show the heart of a champion or even a veteran. Not even a legend, something you are considered in this business. It reminds me of a selfish brat, who couldn’t handle the ass kicking he had coming, so he took the high road and bailed. Is that what you are going to do this Sunday when the going gets tough? When I take everything you throw at me and still make it back to my feet? When everything you have tried doesn’t keep me down…are you just going to walk away? Have you heard my words and seen my enthusiasm in terms of this contest? Does any of that make you want to walk away? If you want to walk away, then you shouldn’t even bother showing up. If you are not going to give me your best, then there is no point in you even being in this match, Thirteen. You can go stay in the dark and hang out with the dead in some cemetery. I am here to wrestle and defend my championship against those who actually want the shot. I would have gladly defended it against Porno Lad or Ryan Watson. I would have placed it on the line against David Helms or Justin Davis. Hell, I would have given Shilo his title rematch, had he not been busy turning on the fans and focusing on the World title as he has been since April. But I am defending it against you, Thirteen. It is on the line for you to step up and take from me if you really wanted it. I want you to come at me full force, boy. I want you to stop making excuses and limiting yourself in the ring. I told you the truth, my own personal opinion, when I said you were damn good in the ring. You are. Show me some fight like you did in the Adrenaline showcase. Make me work harder to keep this championship around my waist. That is all I ask of you Thirteen. Because I want to retain the title. I just want my opponents to want it as much as I do, if that is possible. So Thirteen bring your pencils and bring your books. Bring your all black clothing and your black fingernail polish and eyeliner, because its going to be one hell of a show when my class is in session.[/align] [align=center]____________________________________________[/align] The girl looked at James and she smiled seductively, before lying back on the bed. She was wearing a flowered dress and leather high heel boots. She looked up at James again, as he closed the door. He turned away from her, locking the dead bolt and hooking the chain. He took another deep breath, before turning to face her. James: What is your name? The girl smirked, then replied. Girl: I can be…whoever you want me to be. James noticed the girl looking him up and down, as she sat up, answering his question. James shook his head, then gave his response. James: No. I am serious. What is your name. I want you to be you. The girl shook her head. Girl: That isn’t how this works. You tell me who I am. You tell me what you want me to do and we can have a little bit of fucking and punching between us. That is the deal. That is how this game is played. James felt his anger returning, but he shook his head again, trying to calm himself with a few more deep breaths. Everything is going to be alright… James: Fine. If that is how the game is played, then that is how the game is played I guess. I want you to be known as Olive. You will only respond to Olive. Got it? The girl laughed. Girl: Olive? What kind of name is Olive? But whatever floats your boat. So do you want me to suck your cock or what? I bet you gotta big dick don’t you? James shook his head. James: Not right now. I just want to talk. Girl: I came here to get fucked so, if that isn’t what’s going down, then I am just going to go. The girl got up and started towards the door, but James grabbed her and pushed her back down to the bed. Girl: Hey what the fuck is the deal here? Is that the best you can do? Fucking punch me in the face or something! Shit…rough me up, playboy. James grabbed her by the face, as his anger returned. He wanted to wrap his hands around her throat and make her shut up, but he didn’t. Grabbing her by the face caught her attention for a little bit. James: I want to talk first. I need to ask you some questions. Do you know about the woman who was murdered here a few weeks ago? Do you know anything about that? Do you? The girl began to squirm, trying to break free from James’ grasp, but she couldn’t. James was far too strong. James asked her questions again, this time, tightening his grip, hoping she would take him seriously this go round. James: Do…you…know…anything? If you do, tell me what you know. Tell me what you know and I will let you go. I don’t want to hurt you, but if you don’t start talking, I am going to have to. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will hurt you very, very badly. I don’t want it to come to that, so please, for your sake, answer…my…FUCKING QUESTIONS!!! James pushed her head to the bed and crawled on top of her. She looked up at him, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. James locked eyes with her and slowly clenched his fingers into a fist, as he continued to glare down at her. James: I know you know something. If you didn’t, then you wouldn’t put up such a fight. So tell me, what…you…know. This can be over quick. There doesn’t need to be a mess, but if you keep hiding shit from me, then things are going to go very bad. Things will get very messy and you’re a beautiful girl…I don’t want to mess your pretty face up. So tell me what you know. The girl spit in James’ face and gave him a reply. Girl: Go fuck yourself asshole! I don’t know what you’re talking about. Even if I did, there wouldn’t be anything you could do for her. She’s dead and she isn’t coming back. So let me go. James grinded his teeth, then slapped her once. Twice and three times. He looked down at her and the welts on her face, as well as the tears streaming down her cheeks, told the story. She was hurt. James looked down at her then wiped the spit off of his face, before slapping her a fourth time. James: That was your warning shot. Your final warning. Now tell me what you know. You are only making it harder on yourself by pulling this shit. I know you know something. I want to know what it is. Next shot is going to be my fist into your face. As you can tell I am a lot stronger than you and I can do some serious fucking damage to your face. So let’s have it. What do you know? The girl looked at James, tears still falling. She shook her head at him, mouthing the words, “Fuck you.” James nodded and turned his head for a second. Just enough to land a shot to her face. Her groan echoed in his ears, but he didn’t stop. He landed another shot, then another, keeping his head turned. He didn’t want to see what he was doing. James had seen enough of it as a kid. He told himself that he was channeling his father and doing him proud, which made James want to vomit, but he thought about Olive and how she deserved justice. James wanted the truth. He finally stopped and looked down at her. She was crying, but it was muffled. Her lips were busted and her forehead was dripping blood as well as her nose. Her right cheekbone was bruised and the skin was already turning black and purple. James felt his body jerking with fear and excitement. What am I doing? James: Are you going to fucking talking to me? I know you’re hurting now. I can see it in your eyes and on your face. You asked for this. This is your fault. I warned you. I told you what you could do to save yourself, but you chose to be a wise ass. I don’t have time to fucking play games. Do you want me to stop? I will stop when you give me what I want. I don’t want your pussy. I just want you to talk to me. Tell me what you know about Olive. You must’ve known her. You must’ve known what happened to her. And all I am asking is for you tell me…I want to make sure whoever killed her pays for what they did. That is all. And I don’t want to hurt you anymore. Just tell me…please… James looked down at her and she nodded her head yes. She said that she would talk. James sat there, putting his fist down by his side. He unclenched them and stared down at her. James: I know you are in a lot of pain. Talk to me. Tell me what I want to know and I will take you to a hospital. I promise. I will pay for everything. I didn’t want to do this to you, but you wouldn’t cooperate. The girl wiped her face, wiping away tears and blood and snot. She took a few deep breaths, then finally began to speak. Girl: Olive was my best friend here. She took care of me when Vick first brought me in. I got kicked out of school, therefore I got kicked out of my house and Vick took me in. He said he would help me out. He said I could be a movie star if I wanted to, with my looks. Olive took care of me though. Vick would get mad when I wouldn’t play my part right and she would take the beatings for me. James closed his eyes. Images of the girl crying out while Vick beat on Olive ran through his mind like a locomotive. Going over and over and over in his mind. He opened his eyes, while she kept talking. Girl: I loved Olive. She said she was going to get me out of this life. That she wanted me to get out and do something with myself. She worked up a lot of money, doing extra shit on the side, things Vick didn’t know about, and she gave the money to me. Vick doesn’t know I have it. He can never known or he will kill me too. James stopped her. James: Vick…killed…Olive…he killed…his own wife? Over money? The girl nodded. Girl: Yeah he found out she was doing side work and he wasn’t happy that he wasn’t getting his share of the cut. So he beat her until there was nothing left to beat. I heard her in the next room, screaming and crying. Telling him to stop. Begging him to stop. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t stop until it was too late and she was gone. James closed his eyes again and it played out in his mind. Olive lying on the bed, lifelessly. Flashes of Vick nailing with lefts and rights to the face and body, cursing her as she pleaded with him, circulated in James’ mind. He felt like he was going to be sick again, but he swallowed it. James: Who was she doing this side work with? Do you know anything about that? The girl shook her head. Girl: I swear to God I don’t. I really don’t. The only person she ever talked about was some guy that she met a few months back. She said all they did was talk and she gave him her number, because she felt that he would help keep her sane, just as she had seemed to do for him. James’ mind flashed back to the hotel room. The night before Rise to Greatness. The night he first met Olive. He knew the girl was talking about him. He wanted to smile, but he hid it. Girl: How did you know Olive? James looked at her and smirked a little bit. He knew his smile was full of sadness now. He just shook his head before replying. James: She was a friend of mine. How can I get to Vick? The girl shook her head. Girl: You can’t get to Vick. He is well protected. You have to get on Vick’s good side to get to Vick. You have to make him an offer on something of value to him. But even then, he’s never alone. James nodded. James: I will get to him. And when I do, I am going to hurt him. I am going to pay him back ten fold for what he did to Olive. Do you understand me? He is going to hurt just like she hurt. Just like you could have been hurt. Worse than what I’ve done to you here, tonight. I am going to get you out of here, do you understand? You can take that money Olive died making for you and you can go make something of yourself. Is that clear? The girl nodded. James: Good. Now, let’s get you to a hospital. Is there another way out of here? The girl nodded, then pointed to the bathroom window. James: Good. I am going to go out the front door and I want you to go out the bathroom. Hide. And then wait for me to come get you. Can you do that? She nodded again. James: OK good. Now go… James crawled down off of her and she ran to the bathroom sink. She splashed her face a little bit, and took some toilet paper and wiped away as much of the blood as she could. She looked at James and James wanted to hurt himself for hurting her. He really did a number on her face. He told her to go and to be careful, as she opened the bathroom window and began to climb out. James then took a deep breath and walked out of the hotel room and headed downstairs. Everything is going to be alright… [align=center]____________________________________________[/align] James sat in his car as the girl got onto the bus and he then looked into his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were still wild. He had changed. Something had come over him. Something terrible, but he didn’t know what it was. Maybe he did channel his father. Maybe the monster inside of him finally showed his ugly face for once. James told himself that if that was the case, then he didn’t need to show up ever again. He hurt that innocent girl. He went to great lengths to find out the truth. He felt like Batman did in “The Dark Knight” when it came for him to finally get his hands on the Joker and bring his reign of terror to an end. James asked if he had to go that far. James didn’t want to go that far ever again, but for some reason, he knew he would have to, if he continued to pursue Vick. James wondered what would happen if his monster came out during his match at Under Attack. Would he go to great lengths to inflict pain and to retain the SCW United States Championship. Would he show remorse towards his opponents or would remorse be nothing more than an afterthought? The questions paced back and forth inside of James’ mind, as he sat there and watched the girl pull away. She looked out at him through the bus windows, as she sat in the very back, away from everyone else. The nurses at the hospital cleaned her up really well. James didn’t do any real damage. There was no broken bones in her face, luckily. James started his car, turning his eyes away from his reflection in the mirror, this time, because he didn’t want to look at himself anymore. He knew the monster was still in there and that scared him more than anything. He put the car in drive and drove off, ripping away the fake facial hair that concealed his identity pretty well, especially when he paid another visit to the hotel clerk. Things got really messy. James didn’t expect it to happen, but it happened and that time, it felt good. He let out his frustrations and James felt some sense of relief, at least for a few moments, before he ran out and jumped into the car and picked the girl up. James reminded himself that he needed to find a good spot to drop the car off, as the sun was coming up. He knew the car would be reported stolen soon. James took another look at his reflection, seeing the coldness in his eyes, and he continued driving, knowing time was running out. He told himself that he needed to keep it together. [align=center]…To Be Continued…[/align] |
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| James Evans | Oct 21 2011, 09:27 AM Post #5 |
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I'll Probably Quit Soon
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[align=center] Under Attack is upon us and the questions are running rampant. People are wondering who will win the Chamber match. People are wondering who will win between Shawn Winters and Jake Starr. They want to know who will walk out as SCW Champion when all is said and done in the cluster fuck known as the main event here in the SCW. I don’t care who wins, just as long as someone shuts Shilo Valiant the fuck up, because his long and drawn out attacks against his opponents and the fans of SCW has already become boring. So, Chad, I know you and I don’t get along all that great, and I doubt we ever will, because you’re a douche, but do me a favor and actually make the self proclaimed Blood Stained Joker bleed from all of his orifices if at all possible. You can then say you paid me back for all of the B.S. I said you owed me for. I believe that sounds fair if you ask me. The people are also asking if whether or not I will be able to handle the pressures of having to defend my newly won United States Championship. I’ve held it for over a week now and I am clutching it close to my chest, because I am not ready to give it up. The fatal four way match was signed a few days before my match against Shilo actually went down. The whole time I hoped that if I had beaten Shilo, which I did, I hoped that the title would be on the line, because I was ready to defend it. I now stand here and I say that I can handle the pressures of being champion. I am ready to go out there and put on a damn good show and build up a good healthy championship reign. I will put it on the line against whoever wants to challenge me. So far, there is Adam Riddick. I’ve already made mention of him. He gets his shot and the world can see whether or not if he has what it takes to thrive in the ring against me. Last time we had a match, he wasn’t able to do a damn thing except get frustrated and get himself disqualified. We’ve been through that people. So, Riddick, this is my final warning to you. You want me? I am right here. You want to prove that I am a joke wrestler? Sunday night you get your chance. You want to finally become champion after six years of being with this company on and off? You are more than welcome to try and wrest this title away from me. It is going to take a lot more than what you’ve brought to the table thus far, to do so. Riddick, I will be your worst fucking nightmare inside of that ring, mark my words. You haven’t even got a glimpse of what I am capable of. I won’t be attacking you from behind to get some cheap shots in. You are going to get to fight me face to face, man to man. Or man to wolf, however you wish to put it. You mock the people and the SCW, by calling everyone a hypocrite. The people have a right to choose who they want to cheer and who they want to boo. I’ve been over this with Shilo. I am sure you failed to see that or even remember it. The people have the right to choose and they have chosen to boo you. I am not sure why. Maybe it is because you don’t want to do a damn thing but complain. You complain about them. You try to hold them hostage like this is fucking Die Hard or something. You are a terror here in the SCW, just not the kind you want to be. You are a terrible wrestler, Adam. You have really let yourself go. You try to salvage what you can and you try your best to mimic your brothers. The thing is, they are both shells of who they used to be. So are you. You, Adam, need to pack it up, because this game you are playing, you didn’t bring enough in your arsenal to even compete against me. I am not intimidated by you. I look at you and I fucking laugh. I am not here to bury you, because I remember what you once were. And I have seen what you’ve become. You are worn out and I will mow you down Sunday night, buddy boy. You want to become U.S. Champion? You want to become Adrenaline Champion? How about you try fucking earning it? You worry too much about what I do, instead of focusing on yourself. You don’t put forth the effort to really jumpstart your career and give it the boost you want it to get. You are only relevant right now, because I am feuding with you. You should be known as a legend in this sport, but you have shit all over your career, because you simply do not care. I can see it in your eyes. There is no fire burning in your heart and soul for this sport. You want to get by with reputation. The thing is, your reputation isn’t much of anything. You are remembered for winning the XIC title, Taking Hold of the Flame one year, and Riddick Read Out. You may think there is more to you, but as of right now, I am not seeing it and neither is anyone else. You think you should have won the Showcase at Apocalypse? Maybe you should have, but you didn’t. Porno Lad took an opportunity and he went with it. You didn’t see it coming, but that is the thing in this business that I am beginning to see for myself. You never know what is going to happen. You have to keep your eyes open and you have to have eyes in the back of your head so to speak. I am going to have to do that myself this Sunday because I know any one of you three in the ring against me will try to get a cheap win. Riddick if I win…I am going to make sure whoever gets pinned sees it coming. I am really focused on taking you out and shutting you up at least for a little bit. If I have to deal with you at Gang Rulz, then so be it. I will shut you up then as well. The Silver Wolf does a lot of barking, but not enough biting. You can go howl at the moon all you want, but it isn’t going to make me shudder at the sight of you. You are a walking horror movie, Adam, just a B Rated one. Everything is cheap and overdone. Change it up, Adam and bring something real to the table. You are played out. What worked for you in 2005 isn’t going to work for you here and now, because that was the past and I am your present and future and as far as I can tell, my future is your bright, but yours is gloomy. You showed promise all those years ago, but now, you are just a recycled paper wrestler. It is a tragedy, which is why I cannot and I will not let you walk out of the arena in Washington as the United States Champion. If you want a title, look in the mirror and realize that the joke wrestler you speak of isn’t me…it’s the man in the mirror.[/align] [align=center]____________________________________________[/align] James sat in a bar with his agent, Ricky, drinking a few beers. James wasn’t going to get intoxicated. He wanted to keep his mind sharp. James just wanted something to take the edge off a little bit. He wanted to get the images of the night before, where he beat a woman just to get answers about Olive. Images of beating a scumbag hotel clerk with a desk phone in the face and ribs, before nearly choking him death…all of it raced through his mind, and James just wanted to put it to ease. Even if it was just for a little while. That is all he wanted. Ricky: What’s got you down man? James took a swig of his beer, and shook his head, swallowing the liquid down. He thought about ordering another one, because the one he had was getting warm. James: The world man, the world. Ricky: Well, it appears the self loathing is strong within you tonight my friend. You can’t be getting down and out. You got a big match coming up in a day or so. You need to be ready. I can’t be having my biggest client dropping the ball. James turned to his agent and possibly his friend. James wasn’t sure what to make of Ricky, other than the fact he was his agent. James didn’t know if he really wanted to help out with his career, or if he was just Ricky’s meal ticket. James: Is that all you care about, dude? As long as I am focused on my wrestling career? In case you haven’t noticed…I am focused on it. I have been cutting the promos. I’ve been going to the shows. I’ve helped promote Under Attack and my match. I’ve done more than either of my opponents. Ricky: I do worry. Not too long ago, you were having women problems. I am not sure what has been going on with that. I just know you’ve been acting very secretive when you’ve been around me. Like you have something on your mind. Like you’ve been up to no good and if you have been, you gotta tell me, because its up to me to keep your ass out of jail. James cracked a smile and took another sip of his beer. It about made him gag. James: You’re supposed to keep me out of trouble? Ha! Ricky, I have been going through some shit that you couldn’t even possibly fathom. I’ve seen some things recently…I’ve… His voice trailed off for a bit, before he came to, images of Olive, the girl and his fist hitting her in the face. Screams echoed in his ears. James shook his head, then continued speaking. James: I’ve done some things recently, that you would not even believe I did them if I told you… Ricky put his beer down on the table and looked at James, while James stared down at the floor. His bottom lip pushed out, Ricky’s voice in his ears. Ricky: Look, James…champ…if you’re in some kind of trouble, tell me. I will do my best to make sure you are protected no matter what. I will make sure no one touches you outside of the wrestling ring. All you gotta do is give me the word and I will make sure it is done. James took another swig of his beer. James: I can protect myself, Ricky. Ricky: James, what is going on with you man? When we first met, you were enthusiastic about getting your career on track. We got you a United States title shot. The people were interested in what you had to say ever since your promo for Rise to Greatness. You’ve had the world buzzing for the last few months, but it seems like you’ve lost that enthusiasm. James looked at Ricky confused. Ricky spoke again. Ricky: Have you lost interest? James shook his head. James: It’s not even like that Ricky. I told you there have been some things going on that you have no idea about. You don’t want to know what has been going on. I don’t even know if I want to know anymore. The other night…a side came out of me that I didn’t like. A side I’ve never seen before. A side that scared me a lot, and I don’t get scared by much if anything at all. Ricky: What did you do? Tell me what’s going on with you, man. I want to be more than just your agent. I want to be your friend as well, James. You just gotta let me in man. Let me know what’s going on with you. If it is drugs, I can get you some help. My company has a lot of good connections with rehab centers. We can even keep it hush-hush if you wanted. James gulped down the rest of his beer and let out a sigh. James: It’s not drugs, Ricky. I am not into that shit, so don’t go getting any thoughts in your head. I am clean as a whistle. Ricky finished his beer, while James sat there, contemplating everything over and over in his head. Ricky: So… James snapped out of his daze and looked over at Ricky again. Ricky: Are you going to tell me what’s going on? James looked away. He stared down into his bottom and it was empty. It resembled how he felt at that particular moment. James: I don’t know if that would be such a good idea to be honest, Ricky. I don’t want to drag you into this. Ricky: I can handle it, James. Just tell me. James ordered another beer. The bartender gave it to him. James took two swigs, then took a breath and exhaled with a sigh. [align=center]____________________________________________[/align] [align=center] Have you thought about what I said to you Thirteen? Have you allowed my words to resonate in your mind and soak in? I meant what I said. All of it. You see, Thirteen, I have gone the roller coaster route. I went up and I went down. Right now, I am back up again. I had my doubts, telling myself from the beginning that I was going to fall and I did. Do I think it could happen again? There is a good chance that it might, but I am not going to spend my days dwelling over it. I have too much to fight for and to focus on to let doubt enter my mind. I battle my demons every day dude, and for the longest time, I let them get the best of me. They beat me down and they beat me down. Over and over again. From my years in elementary school, through middle and high school and even afterwards. They still do at times, but recently, I’ve told them to go fuck themselves. I got them doing jumping jacks. Yes, it was a reference to Eminem. I am sure he isn’t your cup of tea music wise, but that is neither here nor there. But it’s the truth. If my demons are going to drag me down to the Hell I’ve been through over the years, then they are going to have to fight me, because I am not going down without a fight. That is my mentality going into this match against you, Riddick and Saviour. I know the brothers want my title. Hell, they want any title they can get their hands on. They want to keep their careers alive and well. They want to remain relevant. They want to further whatever legacies they actually have in this business. I know you want the Adrenaline Championship and we’ve already discussed your drive towards that title. So far, I have seen you showing the same drive for this match that you’ve been showing since you lost your Adrenaline title match against Watson. You haven’t been the same. Why is that? Those demons in your head? Are they telling you that you’re not good enough? Wake the fuck up, Thirteen and tell them to go piss off somewhere else. Tell them you got better things to do, like create a real career for yourself in Supreme Championship Wrestling. That is what I did. And that is what I will continue to do. That is what I expect from you. You are a smaller guy. You have an uphill battle already. You can dissect guys and bend their limbs in ways that shouldn’t be allowed. You are good at that shit and I am not sure if I want to be put in one of your holds. I know I will have one hell of a time getting out of it if it comes down to it. But I want you to bring that intensity dude. I know that you can. I am sure you are wondering why I am more focused on you bringing your best, when I’m not so concerned with Riddick and Saviour. I will get to Saviour soon. Riddick, I know how he is. I’ve watched as a fan and I’ve watched him as a wrestler. He is hit and miss. He just misses a lot. You have spent time in the ring with him. You handed him his ass when you guys first squared off, if I remember correctly. And the second go round, he barely got away with the win. You made Riddick earn that win. You didn’t just lay down and die. I want you to do that, because I strongly believe you can be a serious contender in this promotion. You don’t have to listen to me. You can do whatever you think is better for you, but I am just saying, that in the long, letting go of the past and all of that anger, and believing that you can do some truly amazing things to put on a show inside of that ring…it will be beneficial to you in the long run. But you can go at your own pace, Thirteen. Maybe it will be your lucky number. When you get your thirteenth shot, maybe then you will get your head out of the burial sites and get it into the game here and actually back up the claims you’ve made in promos and back up the nick names you’ve given yourself. Yeah I am talking about the ones on your bio page. I know that they aren’t jokes like the one Shilo saw on my page. You are a hell of a chain wrestler, but you are held back your chains. I am curious as to what would happen if those chains broke and you actually tried. I hope I get to see that side of you this Sunday, because I am ready for a challenge. I am ready to see what you bring to the table, so I can test my mettle against it, before I put you, or either of the brothers away with the Final Exam. Don’t worry, Saviour. I haven’t forgotten about you. I am saving you for last, so stay tuned little phoenix, because your time is coming. Keep that fire burning, so I can come put it out.[/align] [align=center]____________________________________________[/align] James: Do you remember the night I called you to meet at the airport as soon as possible. I told you that I was catching a flight back home. Do you remember that? Ricky nodded. James: Well, that night before I called you, I found out the girl I told you about… Ricky cut him off. Ricky: Katelyn or the hooker… James shot Ricky a glare. Ricky swallowed then rephrased. Ricky: Katelyn or that Olive chick you were telling me about? James maintained his glare, but continued to talk. James: Olive. Well, I was watching the news that night, when a headline came on and it was about a murder. Olive’s murder. She had been found dead that night in a hotel room. She had been beaten to death. Ricky ordered another beer and began to chug it as soon as he received it. James: Ricky…calm down. Ricky pulled the beer from his mouth. Ricky: You didn’t have anything to do with it did you? James: No, Ricky. I had nothing to do with it. I wasn’t even around. I was away, remember? But that is why I came home. I came home to find out what happened to her. So, you want to know where my mind has been? It’s been on that and trying to figure out what happened to her and why it happened. Ricky: That is some heavy shit, James. You sure you want to go that route? James took a swig of his beer, then held the bottle against his stomach and stared at the ground, before answering. James: After the other night, I don’t believe I have a choice now. Ricky: Why is that? James: Ricky, I am only telling you this because I trust you. Well, I want to trust you. I am not going to tell you everything, because as of right now, I don’t really know you or trust you. There is a lot going on that if you knew all of it, I don’t know what would happen. I mean, you could get hurt by me or someone else. Ricky: What do you mean by you? James took a few more gulps of his beer, then placed it down on the table and locked eyes with Ricky. James: After what happened the other night, if anyone knew what happened, or what I was doing, then I would come after you. I don’t need others knowing what’s going on. If my name got out there and people found out what I’ve done, then things would get ugly. I would probably have to literally fucking kill you, Ricky and I don’t want to do that. So take comfort in the fact that you don’t need to know everything about me. Ricky: Who would I tell? James: It doesn’t matter. If I told you and it got out, I would know who opened their mouth. It would be you and I would have to hurt you, because it could get ugly for me. Hell, people could come looking for you and hurt you just to get to me. I can’t have any of that. If anyone is going to come looking for me, it is going to be because that I wanted them to. Because of something I did. I am not about to slip now. Not yet at least. I am just getting started. That’s all you need to know, Ricky, so keep anything and everything I’ve said to you tonight to your fucking self. Do you understand me? James felt the monster returning. He couldn’t believe he was threatening his own agent. He didn’t want it to be like that. He didn’t expect the words to come out of his mouth, but they did. He took a deep breath, turning away from a stunned and startled Ricky. James finished off his beer, then spoke. James: Ricky, I am sorry if I’ve upset you in anyway, but I am just being honest with you. There are some things about me you don’t need to know. These are things that I wish I didn’t know about myself. I wish I had not gone this deep into the shit I am in, but I am there now. There is no turning back. James felt a vibration in his pants pocket. It was his phone. He pulled it out and saw that he had a text message. He opened his phone and saw that it was an unknown number. He immediately knew that it was Murdock. James read the message and it said: Need to Talk. Contact As Soon As Possible. James then closed his phone and looked over at Ricky, who still appeared to be shaken up. James: I have to go, Ricky. Here is some money. I will buy this round. You can get next round. I will see you in the morning so we can catch our flight to Washington. Deal? Ricky just nodded. James sat there for a few seconds, thinking he should have said something else, but he didn’t know what to say, so he just laid some money on the table and got up and left. He walked outside and dialed Murdock up on his phone. Murdock: Hello, Murdock here? James: You needed to talk to me? Murdock: You bet your ass I need to talk to you. I got word about a hotel clerk getting his face beat in with a phone. It is just funny that he works at Vick’s hotel. He was connected with Vick and he said some guy came in and beat the hell out of him. He could barely speak until late this afternoon. Do you know anything about that? James smirked, then responded. James: I can’t say that I do, Murdock. Did the guy get a name or anything? Murdock: Bullshit, James. Don’t play me for a fool. I’ve been doing this sort of thing for a long time, and I know when someone is trying to bullshit me. Yeah he got a name. Christian Riddick. Sounds like some wrestlers you work with I believe. Hell, I even think you have a match against a Christian Saviour and an Adam Riddick coming up. Am I right? James: I see you’re a wrestling fan, but what has that got to do with this case? Murdock: I know you went in and beat that clerk to a bloody pulp. I know how pissed you are over this Olive murder. I know it is eating at you and you want to do something about it. You want justice for Olive. I know you want Vick’s head on a fucking stake if at all possible. James smirked again, as the thought of Vick’s head on a stake came to mind. It pleased him, which also kind of disturbed James. Murdock: You there, James? James: Yeah I am here. But seriously, Murdock, you don’t need to call me and basically point the finger at me. You don’t know if I had anything to do with that or not. I’m not saying I did and I am not saying I didn’t. It seems your mind is already made up. Am I right? Murdock: James, you know exactly what is running through my mind. James stopped outside of his career. He let out a muffled sigh and bit his bottom lip, before replying. James: So you think I did it? Murdock: Didn’t you? James: Let’s just say that I did what I felt was necessary. I did what the cops haven’t done. I got some answers and I am going to get Vick one way or another, Murdock. I am like my father in one regard. If we want something, we go and get it and we don’t let anything stand in our way. I am not about to change it up now. And you can save your advice and your warnings for someone else, because so far with me, they have fallen on deaf ears. James stood in silence, waiting for Murdock to reply. James: You there Murdock? Murdock: Then I guess we have no more connection after tonight. All I can say is good luck and don’t get made, kid. James went to reply, but he heard a click. James looked at his phone and saw Murdock had hung up. He climbed into his car and went to start it, when his phone went off again. James looked down at it and he saw that it was Katelyn. He picked the phone up, and went to answer it, but stopped. He just stared at it, listening to it vibrate and seeing her name flash over and over, before it finally stopped and the screen said: Missed Call. James put the phone back down. James: Sorry, Katelyn… [align=center]____________________________________________[/align] [align=center] Christian Saviour… The Rising Phoenix. The first ever Undisputed SCW and IWC World Champion. You were a triple crown winner in the SCW, winning the Underground, United States and Tag Team Championships, wearing them at the same time. You have had a star studded SCW Career. Not to mention a few reigns here and there as Adrenaline Champion. Not to mention your IWC career. You were a big name over there and you were able to break through the glass ceiling over there becoming the IWC Champion. I know you left the SCW for that place, because you didn’t think you were getting what you felt you deserved. The main event spotlight. You weren’t getting promoted properly. You felt others were being looked at over you. And you left and became the household name you wanted to become within the walls of the IWC. I applaud you for that because I always felt you had the talent to become a big name anywhere you stepped your foot down. I mean, to me, and I am sure I am not the only one, but you have created one hell of a legacy for yourself. And here you are…barely making it in the mid card. You seem out of touch and out of place. You are not driven like you used to be. I remember you being the guy who beat Shilo Valiant for his first United States title. But after that, you have done nothing, but talk a good game, only to be beaten down for your words. You haven’t been showing up like the Saviour we had all grown to respect. At least I knew I respected you and your drive. I was envious of you when you came out of nowhere and pinned the legendary CHBK to claim the SCW title as your own, becoming undisputed champion. It sent a shockwave through the wrestling world. But it seems to me that once you won the title of Undisputed Champion, you stopped caring. Hell, you lost the SCW title a few weeks afterwards, back to Shawn Winters and you failed to recapture it. You couldn’t hold onto the IWC title and you have yet to do anything worth mentioning since. Yeah, there was your previously mentioned win over Valiant for the belt I now hold, but that reign was anything but spectacular. It has left me scratching my head and I know that I am not the only one who’s been doing that when it comes to you and what your career has become. You are in this match because you got in my way when I was trying to pay your brother Riddick back a few weeks ago. Seeing your name on the card, for this match, years ago would have made me quiver a little bit, because you used to bring it. You proved that if you gave a damn, that you could be one dominant SOB. But that firebird has crashed and burned. That Phoenix turned to nothing but ashes and dust. Somewhere along the lines, you stopped caring and I see that now. You look at your matches and your opponents and you probably tell yourself…I don’t have to worry about this guy. Winning or losing won’t do anything for my career, so whatever happens, happens. Is that what it has come to, Saviour? You just don’t care? Do you want this championship around my waist? Do you want it for yourself? I am sure the answer is yes both questions, regarding the championship. But do you care? I don’t think that you do. You are just like Riddick. Like Zero. All three brothers trying to live off of the reputations they have built. They wonder why they no longer matter. Why they have to resort to whining and bitching and complaining while people like me are looking up the main event, and we are working our asses off to get through the front door, so we can take over. It is because guys like you don’t know when to step the fuck down and admit when it is over. Saviour, you are one hell of a competitor, but you just don’t seem like you can hack it anymore. I can say the same for my cousin, Chad. You and Chad have a lot in common. If things don’t start going your way, you stop caring. If things go well for you two, then everyone is just waiting for you to drop the ball, which seems to be the case with Chad in regards to the Elimination Chamber. You, Christian, probably won’t produce shit for this match, because you don’t care. You want the win, but you aren’t willing to take the time to earn it. You aren’t willing to go out and fight for everything and put it all on the line. Your friends. Your families. Everything. Saviour, the way I see it, as much as I have given for this particular match, I should be in the Chamber match. At least I would have stepped up and gave Shilo one hell of a verbal war, before going into that cage, so he and I could beat the hell out of one another again. I would have gone to war with Cruze and I would have given him the fight that he deserved from me a few months back. Katie Steward is someone else, just like you Christian and Chad. If things seem to be too much for anyone of you to handle, you stop trying or you just go out and half ass it. Christy Matthews cannot step away from the sharp objects and loaded handguns long enough to give a shit anymore. She would rather try and get creative in terms of taking her own life, than to try and become the first female SCW World Champion. And Masquerade. He’s like you and your brothers. You started off strong and he has pulled off some really big wins, but he always waits until the last minute to produce anything, if he even produces anything. It is a fucking joke with most of the so called main event talents in this company. So much time is wasted on them, yet they give back nothing. I would have killed to be in that Chamber match. I would have killed to face Shawn Winters for the SCW Championship and give him one hell of a run for his money. I have this title to defend and I am going to defend it like it is the World Championship. Like everything is at stake. Like I have six people competing to earn a shot at this title and I have to prepare myself like there is no tomorrow. You, Christian, you don’t do that. You get what you want, then you stop. You become content and then after everything is taken away from you, you take the chump’s way out and you leave. I’ve been there, but I didn’t have the legacy that you have. I hadn’t done everything I wanted to do in this company and in this sport. I came back and I will not stop, barring injury, until all of my goals are met and I have overcome all of the obstacles I wanted to overcome. So far, I seem to be headed in the right direction and Christian, don’t think I am going to let you just skate by and somehow become United States champion, because it isn’t going to happen. I live for this sport. I now believe in this company. I used to not. I would bash this company because things weren’t going my way. My head was up my ass and I removed it and wiped the shit from my eyes. I stepped it up and I am going to keep stepping over each and everyone of you in this match, because I want this far more than either of you do. I want you to try and take my title. I want you to put my back against the wall, so I can fight my way out of it. This is my title. This belongs to me. You can try and earn it, but in the end, the fact that none of you seem to care is going to be your downfall. Don’t even worry about showing up, Christian, because you have already failed the test. So has Thirteen. So has Riddick. All three of you have been given a golden opportunity, yet you shit all over it. I will be damned. This match is going to be considered a potential show stealer. I am going to give it everything I have to bring you fucks to life, so I can ace any test you try to put me up against, before I take you three out and tell the referee to give me my title, because just as I told Shilo, the United States title is coming home with me, where it belongs.[/align] |
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| WAP2PLeader | Oct 21 2011, 02:47 PM Post #6 |
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http://riddickvsscw.webs.com/uschampionshipii.htm Enjoying this matchup a lot Evans. Best of luck bro |
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| Ruppy | Oct 22 2011, 02:43 PM Post #7 |
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October 6, 2011 “It’s funny… I never thought we’d be coming back here ever again.” “Same here… though perhaps this was inevitable…” Breakdown in New York City had come and gone, and James was pleased with the results of the tag match he had been placed in. Sure, the record books said he had a loss on his record, but could either the ‘honorable’ Adam Riddick or his brother Christian Savior and his attempt at change claim to have earned anything when they had a numbers advantage most of the match? Some people might find it questionable, but Thirteen had his plans that were in motion moving forward to Under Attack. But now, he and his sister had business they needed to tend to while they were still in the city they had the displeasure of calling home as children. And as much as they didn’t feel like being here… they knew it was necessary if they were going to find what they were searching for. The two of them stood side by side in front of the hellhole they called home during their childhood… well, what was left of it. The house looked like it had seen better days, and on their way here the two had learned that following the death of their parents the house, for whatever reason, had been considered ‘cursed’ by real estate agents and no one ever resided in it since that fateful night. With how the outside looked, James and Kelly were actually surprised to find no trace of a sign condemning the house anywhere on the front lawn… if it wasn’t lost in the mini-jungle that the front lawn had become, that is. The windows were all smashed, though some had been boarded up. The once-beautiful bluish-purple paint that had coated the siding had faded, leaving nothing but a depressing gray color behind. The house had once been quite a beautiful sight despite the not-so-beautiful happenings within it, but now the outside was a perfect match to the living hell that had been contained within. “What do you think we’ll find here James?” “Hopefully… some memories from our past that will reawaken the lost feelings we’re seeking…” James took his sister’s hand as they started walking up towards the front door, both of them now with blank stares on their faces. They knew what they were looking for, but would it help them in reclaiming what they felt they had lost? They weren’t sure, but they both knew that the living hell from their youth was a great place to start. Slowly, James and Kelly pushed open the front door and winced a bit at the loud creaking noise it made as it carefully swung open. As the two stepped inside, they could see the living room exactly as it was when they had left here upon that fateful night: picture frames that once contained family photos were in pieces all over the top of a small wooden cabinet, which had some of its doors busted and about to fall off as various papers and empty envelopes had fallen out into a file at its base. They were quite a few large red stains on the light gray carpet where puddles of blood had sat that night, as well as stains from droplets of blood elsewhere on the carpet and walls from both that night and everything that had happened over the years they had resided here. On the other side of the room, a table was overturned and missing one of its legs, which was currently protruding out of the remainder of the screen of the nearby TV set. The siblings slowly gazed around the room. “This place looks exactly like it did all those years ago… untouched by time…” “I know that we heard on the way over that after our final night here, no one ever resided in this place afterwards. I didn’t think it would’ve been left in the mess it was in on that night for all these years…” James glanced at his sister and found that her attention was wandering up the nearby staircase, and with a nod from him the two started to head on up. Reaching the top of the stairs, and avoiding shards of broken glass that littered the steps, they reached the top and immediately walked into the first door on their left upon making it to the top: James’s room, and the room they shared for many years when they refused to be apart when James wanted to protect Kelly while Kelly wanted to stay by her brother’s side at all times. They couldn’t help but notice that the door was the exact same way it was on their last day here: completely busted off its hinges and lying on the floor with rusted, broken locks attached to both sides of it. The room looked gloomy with its steel blue colored walls and all the blood that stained the carpet here as well. There were too beds on either side of the room, one of which had covered that were also stained with blood. The other bed had what appeared to be old and used medical supplies scattered around and poking out from underneath it, and upon that bed sat an old stuffed bunny rabbit that was colored purple, although its right arm was slightly torn and its left eye was missing. Kelly had taken notice of the bunny and was about to start moving towards it when her brother grabbed her wrist. She turned to look at him with confusion before James nodded his head towards the bloodstained bed that he had slept in as a child. “Do you see what I see?” [align=center]------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/align] “Well, here we are. SCW’s Under Attack pay-per-view is only a few nights away, and everything seems to have been turned completely upside-down as far as SCW is concerned. I mean, just look at what has happened as of late. James Evans shocked the world and became United States Champion, which set up the opportunity laid out before me this Sunday. Both Adam Riddick and I were defeated on this past Breakdown… And on a quick note to Darren Drake: don’t think for one second that such a fluke win on your part means a damn thing, because I will make you regret it. If I were you, I’d grow eyes in the back of my head… And then there was probably the shocker of Breakdown that not one person saw coming: apparently the car used to run down Sasha with an attempted repeat performance on her father belongs to the man who claims to have changed… none other than Christian Savior. Christian, I want to say that you may have thrown away all your chances at the U.S. Title at Under Attack unless you’ll actually be allowed to compete. I want to say that while your actions might be considered career suicide in some cases, you might have finally reawakened the real Christian Savior and fulfilled the wishes of everyone who’s been dying for you to wake up and see the truth that without that killer instinct, you’re nothing. I want to congratulate you on finally realizing that when I told you that it’s impossible to change who you truly are, I was telling the bitter truth. I want to say that I’ll be looking forward to finally getting a real challenge out of you. I want to do all those things… but I won’t. You may be surprised to hear this Christian, but I’m actually on your side as far the issue of you being the one behind the hit-and-run scheme. Don’t get me wrong, though… I’m not agreeing with you on that because I actually give a damn about you and the ‘changed man’ you’re trying so hard to become. I’m actually agreeing with you because of the fact that you want to change. Honestly… I’ve done my homework, and this act was definitely something that the Christian Savior of old would’ve done without so much as a second thought. But you’ve been trying so hard to fight against your reality and prove to the world that you’re better than that, that you’re actually a good person. You’re trying to become a role model for your children so that they don’t become what you have. You’re letting all these insignificant outside factors cloud your mind and present the illusion that you can actually change who you are and always will be. If you were truly behind all this… if the real Christian Savior had finally resurfaced… you wouldn’t continue to be so hellbent on changing who you are and fighting against yourself. You would have proudly told the world that this was all your doing and that you’d be more than happy to do it again because of the remorse you lack. But I still don’t see that man… just a pathetic soul lost in his own delusions, and that’s a man that would never have the balls to do anything that would compromise all the ‘hard work’ he’s done to become something he’s not. It truly is sad to see what you’ve become Christian. You were a man that many people feared because you didn’t give a damn about who you had to run through or what you’d have to do because if it meant you’d eventually find yourself at the very top of the mountain, you’d do whatever it took to reach that point. A man who is willing to do anything it takes to achieve his goal, regardless of morals or honor, is the most dangerous man you can possibly face. That’s what you find when you look at James Evans. That’s what you’ll find when you look at me. Hell… you’ll find that same kind of man when you look at your own brother, Adam Riddick. That’s the man you used to be, but that’s not the man that any of us see when we look at you now. All the high road ever does for anybody is gives them a chance to let the fans tell them what to do because they’re always trying to be either the hero or the entertainer, and when you limit yourself to being a puppet of the mindless masses you find that the restrictions on what you can and can’t do will ultimately be your undoing. I’m sure that Evans will agree with me on that, since his win over Shilo Valiant to obtain the U.S. Title was a perfect example of what happens when a restricted puppet faces a free spirit who doesn’t care what he has to do so long as he gets rewarded at the end. The people hate those individuals because you can’t tie them down and give them orders that they’re supposed to march to. Those fans want to control us, and when we don’t listen they turn against us. You were once one of those people Christian, but then you gave in to their greed and allowed them to control you in hopes that somehow it would help you to be reborn. Is it worth it Christian? Is it really worth it trying to act like you’re a changed man when deep down inside you know that you can never atone for the sins of your past. Why do you think people don’t believe in religions when they say that no matter how much you’ve sinned, you can purify yourself and be allowed into the hallowed halls of Heaven? That’s like trying to tell a murderer that he still has a chance to live a normal life like everyone else once he’s been arrested. People can’t change who they truly are… why do you think we fear change so much? Humans never change because then it would leave us in an unfamiliar environment and we’d have no idea what to do. Change is what brings a man to his knees because he cannot survive against this change. Hell, look at what your ‘change’ has gotten you Christian. You’ve had a couple of opportunities only to fall short when the Savior of old wouldn’t have failed. You have people willing to throw you under the bus to gain opportunities when the Savior of old would’ve have reversed those roles. And now, despite the better man you believe yourself to be, you have people looking at you with hatred and contempt because even if you aren’t the one who tried to basically turn the D. family into roadkill, it was your car involved and now the mindless masses has turned against you in one fell swoop. Tell me… in the face of all of this, are you still going to act like a puppet to those nobodies even when they’ve turned their backs on you? Or are you finally going to wake the fuck up and become the man all of your opponents in this match know you can be? For your sake Christian, I really hope you choose the latter option. You really have no choice anymore, because all your attempts at change have left you with nothing, and now even that road is forever closed off to you regardless of whether or not you really did run Sasha down and attempt to do the same to her father. You have no choice but to let the darkness embrace you once again and become the terror you were meant to be. If, for whatever reason, you still continue to fight it even now, then don’t be surprised when everything you still try in vain to fight for lies in pieces around your lifeless body at Under Attack as those fans remind you that, in reality, they have never been on your side and they never will. Everything you hold dear will be no more… Are you prepared to face that Christian? Or are you actually going to do what needs to be done in order to turn everything around for you?” [align=center]------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/align] “Do you see what I see?” Kelly glanced at the bed with confusion, seeing nothing but a bed with bloodstained covers that hasn’t been slept in for many years. She turned to James and shook her head. “Take a deep breath and refocus… let your soul guide your vision…” Kelly still wasn’t sure about what her brother was trying to get at, but did as she was told. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening her eyes and looking again with her mind cleared. She had to blink a few times to make sure she was seeing things right, and she quickly turned to her brother, who merely nodded without changing his stoic expression, knowing that she had seen what he saw. “They… they look just like… like us…” “They are us…” Kelly looked back at the bed, a bit stunned by what she was seeing, and James was seeing the exact same thing: on James’ childhood bed, they saw the transparent figures of two young children, one a male and one a female. Both of these children had long black hair, though the female’s hair also had small purple bows in it and was tied back into a ponytail. The girl looked much younger than the boy did, mostly evidenced in their size difference and how much younger the girl’s face looked. Then again, it was hard to see much for the boy’s face because it was currently covered in blood, and that’s why the girl was currently sitting by the boy’s side and cleaning up the cut across the boy’s forehead that was causing the bleeding. “You didn’t have to do that James.” “Of course I did Kelly. I refuse to let anything happen to by baby sister. Besides, I’ve shown that I can take it whenever they want to dish it out.” James and Kelly just watched silently, realizing that they were viewing a memory of their past. They both remembered the moment: James was 12 and Kelly was 6, and James had just protected her by intercepting a vase being broken over his skull instead of hers, turning their mother’s anger on him and diverting it away from the original target. Kelly had made up for it by cleaning and closing the cut left from the broken vase shards before her brother lost too much blood. She just finished bandaging the wound. “James, you can’t keep doing this to yourself. I may not deserve any punishment, but neither do you.” “Kelly, you are my guardian angel. I realized when you were still a baby that you were put here to help me and keep me going in this world by giving me something to care about. I refuse to let anything bad ever happen to you…” “I tried my best, but I couldn’t protect you forever.” Kelly glanced at her brother as he spoke up, their past selves continuing on with the trip down memory lane unfazed. “James… even you knew it was inevitable. Besides… what happened on that night ultimately gave you what you needed in order to set us free from this hell, and here we are today much stronger than ever before.” James gazed into his sister’s eyes, a small smile coming to his lips. Both of them glanced back at the spirits of their past and found them embracing in a tight hug and saying the same words at the exact same time. “I love you, and I will protect you and help you for the rest of my life.” With that, the transparent visions of their past selves faded away, leaving the present day brother and sister glancing at each other knowing that they were on the right track in finding what they were looking for. They decided that this start was enough for today and left the room, deciding to come back here again while they were still in New York. They headed down the stairs, but stopped as soon as they reached the bottom, gazing with wide eyes at the remnants of the living room. Or rather… what they now saw within it… [align=center]------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/align] “Adam Riddick… we meet again. Why am I not surprised that you ended up in this match? I mean, you’ve done nothing but complain about everything that’s happened to you ever since we first crossed paths. You were upset that despite the win I willingly gave to you, I was the one who walked away on that night and not you. You lost it when you thought you won the Adrenaline Showcase at Apocalypse only to forget that Porno Lad had included himself into the match as well and took it all away. And I can only imagine what was going through your mind when I also handed you and Christian that tag match because I left my partner high and dry. Hell, you didn’t even score the pinfall in that match, now did you? All things considered, tell me… why do you deserve this title opportunity? Why do you think that you’re worthy of calling yourself United States Champion when you haven’t really done anything to earn the opportunity? Sure, you could say the same thing to both myself and your brother Christian, and you’ve been quite vocal about how James Evans didn’t deserve the U.S. Title shot he received against Shilo Valiant on Ammo, but I just have to ask this to you… after all, you’re the guy who was hellbent on telling everyone that in the SCW you envisioned after your little ‘revolution’ is done that people would actually have to earn their title opportunities. Kind of funny, now that I think about it… after everything you’ve said, you’re in a position where you didn’t earn a damn thing yet you feel like you deserve that title around your waist? You want to know something Adam? I’ll willingly admit that I don’t deserve this opportunity. I never set my focus on the U.S. Title, yet here I am with a chance to claim it as my own. For this, I guess I have to thank you. As much as you feel that you, and only you, deserve to face Evans for that title, you’re constant issues with me and everything I’ve done to get into your head have opened the door for me to finally finish what I started when it comes to you. I can only imagine what you’ll do when you see me standing tall with the United States Title held over my head when you feel that you should be the one in that position, especially with everything you’ve said to try and convince me that you’re truly worth anything to SCW anymore. But before you start gloating about how I’ve probably saved you the trouble of telling me I don’t belong in this match, think about what I also said about how you opened the door for me to enter into this match. When this match was first announced, it was you against me against Evans against Savior. We were all pitted against one another because you started all of this and now had to face off with three men who would love to see you carted out of the Verizon Center on a stretcher and never come back. Well… two men, at least. I’m still not sure where Christian lies with you at this point, nor do I really care. It was because Evans took that title from Shilo that it is now up for grabs in this match. I truly wouldn’t have cared if this match was for the title or not, because I’d have put you in your place this Sunday regardless Riddick. But since we now have championship gold factored in, I might as well further torment you by claiming a title you so desperately desire. Now that I think about it… I’m quite amused at how quickly your title interests shifted when you realized that Evans’ victory meant his newly-obtained title would now be on the line in this match. You were so obsessed with putting the Adrenaline Title around your waist… what happened to that? Has the failure you received courtesy of Porno Lad damaged your pride that much that you’re starting to become like ‘everyone else’ and simply taking whatever opportunities come your way? Before you try to turn this around against me, realized that I’ve shelved my title interests in favor of leading you around like the lost little dog that you are as I continued to get into your head and pick you apart slowly but surely. As I said before, the U.S. Title is just a bonus for this match that I’ll be more than happy to claim for myself, but even if the title wasn’t on the line in this match I wouldn’t have cared, because putting the final nail into your coffin would’ve been enough of a reward. Since I have to explain this to you again Riddick because you still refuse to listen… I’ve been wrestling for 7 or 8 years at this point, and in that time I have claimed numerous championships and accomplishments. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t necessarily need another title at this point, but if the opportunity presents itself then I have no problem adding another piece of gold to my list of achievements. People like you, however, who just don’t see the truth even when it’s right in front of their eyes… it’s people like you that give me a reason to stay in this business, because I love nothing more than to take the world you created for yourself and completely destroy it in one fell swoop. Sure, I may need to set up a bit to start weakening your mind, but once I’m inside there’s no stopping me. Becoming United States Champion will definitely allow me to send a message to the rest of the SCW locker room, but the true highlight of my night will be watching your collapse as you realize that I’m the one who walked away with the victory on that night, and with something you desire as well. I told your brother Christian that people fear change because of the unfamiliar environment it would leave them in, leading to absolute chaos that will be more negative than anything else for all involved. Do you honestly believe that the change you want to bring to SCW will truly benefit it? Or will your idea of returning SCW to its ‘glory days’ when nobody in the present will be able to keep up ultimately destroy this company because nobody will be able to adapt and survive? Almost everyone in SCW today is so used to the way things are now that changing things to what you want will render all of them incapable of doing a damn thing in this company anymore, and all the guys you feel would be the best to adapt to the changes wouldn’t be able to because their time is limited. There’s a reason why very few souls from the era of SCW that you desperately wish to return to aren’t around anymore Adam. None of us can fight off the effects of time… all those men and woman you speak of from your beloved ‘golden age’ of SCW have long since retired and moved on with their lives, and those that haven’t are on their last legs. Do you see the likes of CHBK or your other brother Jason Zero still competing on a regular basis night after night? No… because they can’t do it anymore, and you would break them by trying to force them to do so. The only person who wants this little revolution is you Adam, and a company of one isn’t what the people want to see. I look at you Riddick, and all I see is a man desperate for attention. What you want is for people to start taking notice of you again so they’ll listen to you. And so far, no matter how hard you’ve tried, nobody gives a damn about what you want. Sasha didn’t care much for you, her father being back in charge hasn’t exactly worked out according to how you thought it would because your cries are still being ignored, the fans refuse to accept you even when you try to fight the way they want their puppets to fight: fair and square, and even your flesh and blood no longer cares for you and want nothing to do with you anymore. I truly hope you come to this realization soon Adam, because now even I tire of hearing your feeble cries to the moon above in hopes that you’ll finally get what you want. For everything that you’ve tried to build yourself up as, I’ve been in your head long enough to see the real you, and it’s far from the man you try to present yourself as. No matter how much you speak, people refuse to listen anymore, and you just can’t accept this. They know that a martyr falls when they have no one to listen to what they have to say, and unfortunately your time as a martyr for the changes you desire are long over. At Under Attack, I will finally put the Silver Wolf down once and for all and move on to someone who is a far greater challenge for me. If you still wish to fight me every step of the way then by all means… come at me, but remember that I know who you really are and what you can and can’t do. You’re an open book to me now Riddick, and that will allow me to silence you once and for all this Sunday. Just don’t expect anybody to suddenly start caring once you’re gone…” [align=center]------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/align] The car pulled into the driveway and screeched to a halt, having rushed home once it was free of the heavy traffic. James’ father got out of the door and started walking towards the trunk of the car, where he could hear banging from inside. He went to open the trunk, but then pulled his hand back. He had a feeling that once he opened it, his son was going to desperately try to fight back, and he wasn’t about to allow that to be an option. He glanced around the front yard quick before spying a rather thick three branch that must’ve broken off recently. Smirking, he walked over and picked it up before swinging it through the air a few times, getting used to its feel. Inside the trunk, James had started frantically banging against it the second he felt the car stop. He had been right about riding home in the trunk being unpleasant, but he wasn’t going to let his father get away with it. Not this time. He had hoped that as soon as the trunk opened up he would be able to land a blow or two of some kind before trying to flee, knowing it was his best hope at this point. As he continued to bang against the trunk, James began to realize that his father was taking quite a while to open it up, even for as angry as he was. Something wasn’t right… James momentarily stopped his banging to try and take a quick moment to figure out what his father might be up to. Unfortunately, that was the moment that the trunk finally opened, and before James knew what was happening he felt the tree branch smacking hard against his body. He glanced up and saw his father with an evil smirk on his lips as he was hit over and over with the branch until he was finally nailed so hard with it across his ribcage that the branch snapped in half. James clutched at his ribs, but didn’t even have so much as a second to think about the pain before he felt himself being jerked out of the trunk by his shirt collar and drug into the house, trying desperately to get free but to no avail. While this was all going on outside, James’ mother had just finished rocking baby Kelly to sleep after feeding her to get her to stop crying. As she went to lay Kelly into the crib, the front door was kicked open and James was thrown inside, rolling across the carpet a bit as his father stormed in behind him. The sound of the door being kicked open and slamming against the wall before being slammed again behind the father woke Kelly up and she started crying again, but her mother just laid her on the couch and turned her attention to her husband and battered son. “Honey? What’s going on?” Her husband was about to respond when he saw James getting to his hands and knees and took the opportunity to punt him right in the ribs to double him over in pain first. “This little ingrate decided that the gift I would’ve received with my promotion wasn’t worth it, so he ratted me out to the boss and I got denied my promotion!” The man’s wife gasped in shock before glaring down at James, who was looking at her through half-opened eyes at the moment. “Did you tell him that we were getting what we wanted, a trip out of this dump, while giving him what he wanted and that was a life away from us?” “Yeah. Little bastard felt betrayed and refused to go along with being used anymore so he went to Mr. McMarx and told him the truth. Now I’ve got nothing and we aren’t going anywhere!” As his voice rose to a shout at the end, he kicked James in the ribs again, causing the boy to roll across the carpet some more and towards the kitchen. Baby Kelly had sat up and, through her crying, taken notice of what was going on. She watched as her mother now joined in on ‘punishing’ her big brother, pulling him to his feet before shoving him back against the cabinet behind him, which knocked over the picture frames resting on top of it. Both of the parents grabbed a fallen picture frame and proceeded to smash them against the sides of James’ head, causing him to fall to the ground screaming in pain as the glass sliced into his ears and the sides of his head. “After everything we’ve done for you, you’re going to spit in our faces and throw away what you’ve been wanting for years!?” “You realize that I had the best chance out of the two of us to succeed in this family and provide us all with a better life, yet you go and fuck it all up!? If I can’t find success because you want to be an ungrateful pain in the ass, what makes you think that you’ll ever amount to anything more than some homeless trash just begging to be put out of your misery with each passing day?” James slowly tried to get to his feet amidst his parents berating him, but he couldn’t maintain his balance through the pain and fell back against the wooden cabinet, hitting his head against it hard. As he was slumped back against it, he saw his father directing his mother to go fetch the baseball bat, knowing full well that he had signed his death warrant and his father was finally going to finish the job. But then, the young boy managed to catch something out of the corner of his eye. He spotted his baby sister, no longer crying, crawling towards them as fast as she could. He slowly shook his head, trying to warn the baby to stay away, but his father took that as a ‘no’ to whatever he’d just said to James and cracked him across the face with a hard right hand. His mother returned with the baseball bat and handed it to the man, who made sure he had a tight grip on it before smirking down at his son, making sure he knew what was about to happen. He pulled back and began his swing, aiming to hit James across the skull with the strength of a pro baseball player belting a home run out of the entire stadium. James tightly shut his eyes, expecting to never be able to open then again… A few moments passed… and nothing happened… Slowly, James opened his eyes, and couldn’t believe what he saw… His mother had grabbed hold of the bat at the last second as it hovered mere inches from James’ head. But the more important thing was baby Kelly, who had managed to crawl her way over and climb onto her brother’s body, putting her head close enough to his so that she would’ve been struck as well had their father been able to complete his swing, probably not as hard as James would’ve been hit but considering she was only a baby the strength of the swing wouldn’t have made a difference. Their parents glared at the two of them as his father pulled the bat back and his mother reached down to grab Kelly, only to have her hand bit in the process. She pulled her hand back in slight pain as Kelly clung tightly to her beaten brother, refusing to let go of him. “We can’t hit Kelly… can we?” “No honey… we can make sure that when James is taken care of it will be as though he never existed, but most people around here know about Kelly so if anything happens to her, we’re screwed.” In frustration, the father threw his bat across the room, which ended up knocking over the lamp but somehow not breaking it. He returned his glare to his children. “Consider yourself very damn lucky today James… next time, you aren’t going to get off so easily…” With that, the children watched as their parents stormed out the door, and they could hear the sound of the car starting up and driving off as they left to find a way to calm themselves for the time being, leaving their kids home by themselves. James gazed into his baby sister’s face as she smiled at him, even softly rubbing his forehead to try and get rid of the pain his head was feeling. In a soft whisper because of how he was currently feeling, James softly whispered two words to her and made her smile grow even bigger: “Thank you…” [align=center]------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/align] From the point where young James was called an ingrate and punted in the ribs, present day James and Kelly saw the entire scene play out before their very eyes as though they were actually seeing it in person. The memories flowed through their minds, how Kelly had saved James that day and where things began to go from there for the two of them. As the spirits from their past faded and the broken room returned to looking the way it had when they first entered the old house, the two glanced at one another, and a small smirk came to James’ face. “It’s funny… dad said I’d never amount to anything, that if he couldn’t succeed because of my existence then I was destined to be nothing more than garbage.” “And yet here you stand today, as one of the most dangerous wrestlers in the sport today.” Kelly was smiling now too, knowing exactly what her brother was getting at. “This just reminded me of exactly why I strived to be successful in this business in the first place. I wanted to prove them wrong and make them turn over in their graves when they saw what I had become following their deaths.” “You should give them some credit James… they did create the monster that led you to your success and our freedom.” “I guess… but this is a big step in the right direction. I know now that things are going to start changing for me inside that ring now, and that’s going to be bad news for anyone who dares to oppose me. Thirteen is well on his way to returning to full strength…” With that, the siblings exited the house, James gazing up into the sky and thinking ahead now to what the future would hold for him in SCW with the strength he had just gained, courtesy of his dark memories… [align=center]------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/align] “There’s a reason I saved you for last James Evans, and it’s not because of that ‘saving the best for last’ bullshit so don’t go stroking your ego. It’s not even because you are the one who will walk into this match as champion. No… I saved you for last because, honestly, I have no problem with you. I know that when this match was initially made before you became U.S. Champion, you were only included because you, like me, had unfinished business with the Silver Wolf. In that situation, while I would have still sought victory I would’ve had no problem working alongside you to make sure Riddick would be a non-factor in this match. Christian Savior is already a non-factor as far as I’m concerned, because with him still trying to figure out who the hell he is on top of what happened with him on Breakdown, there’s no way in hell his head is going to be in this match at all. I wouldn’t have minded turning it into a one-on-one with you at the end once we put Riddick in his place. Hell, I still don’t mind doing that if you’re willing to as well, even with your title on the line, because you and I alone could put on a far greater match that we could with Riddick constantly breathing down our necks while Savior sits in the corner wrestling with himself inside his mind. Despite that, though… you have the United States Championship, and I’m not afraid to do whatever is necessary in order to pry that title away from your cold, lifeless fingers. James, listen to my words instead of whatever is being said by those around you. Do I want the Adrenaline Championship? Yes, and someday soon it will find its way around my waist where it belongs. But I’m not going to limit myself to one title should an opportunity at another rise. I’m one of those guys that takes advantage of opportunities that are presented to me even if I probably don’t deserve them. One example was when I was paired with a man in only the second match of my entire career and thrown into a Tag Title match out of the blue just because the owner decided that night’s show would see every champion defend their title, and I took full advantage and claimed tag team gold in only my second match ever, and against two of that company’s top names no less. This is a situation where it started as a match involving four men that, for the most part, had problems with one another and were going to beat the hell out of each other until only one was left standing. Then, as fate would have it, you won the United States Title and the face of this match changed entirely with your belt on the line not long after you’ve won it. Initially, my only goal in this match besides winning was to make sure Adam Riddick would learn his lesson and leave the arena in an ambulance. But with championship gold in the mix now, you can bet that I’m not going to stop until that title is in my possession, whether you like it or not. There’s a difference between us James. While we both could have lived far better childhoods than we did, it’s how that past has shaped us that defines who we are today. Where you have moved on from your past and refuse to let it control who you are, my past is an integral part of who I am and I’m not going to just ignore it. My past fuels my drive to be the best as I take all the pain and suffering I endured as a child and spread it throughout my opposition, all the while climbing to the top of the mountain to make my parents roll over in their graves as their souls watch what I’ve become from the depths of Hell. My past gave me a reason to succeed, and the countless scars that adorn my body are a daily reminder of why I do this and why I’m not going to stop anytime soon. Don’t think for one second that I’m going to walk away from this match James, because this time I have no reason to. When I walked out on Darren Drake in that tag match, I did it to get into Riddick’s head and put him in an uncomfortable position for someone who claims to be ‘honorable’ and wanting to do things the ‘right’ way. I didn’t care for that match because I honestly would’ve preferred going against them alone instead of with the man I was partnered with. But at Under Attack, I will oppose Savior and Riddick on my own, just as I will oppose you alone. The only person I need to care about in this match is myself, and as far as I’m concerned I have nothing to lose. You know why I failed to defeat Ryan Watson and claim the Adrenaline Title on that night James? I was competing in front of my hometown of Chicago, and in competing in front of my adoptive family and my sister, who is truly of my flesh and blood, and I lost sight of things. In fighting for the ones that cared about me, I allowed Watson to gain all the momentum and couldn’t get it back. I let myself get distracted and the end result was the defeat I suffered in front of my hometown. I won’t make that same mistake at Under Attack, mark my words James Evans. There’s only one person I need to care about this Sunday, and that’s myself. And because of that, you had better expect me to bring my very best because I’m not going to allow myself to leave Washington, D.C. without the United States Championship, regardless of who I have to defeat or what I have to do in order to ensure that happens. I don’t care if it would mean your reign ends after only about a week James and people start looking at you as a transitional champion, I don’t care if Riddick is going to continue to bitch and moan about how he’s not getting what he wants because other guys are just doing the job better than he is, I don’t even care if Savior is actually going to come into this match as the Savior of old with a desire to try and spear all of us until we’re broken in half. As far as I’m concerned, I’m the only person that matters in that match, and it’s that mindset that is going to allow me to freely pick apart each and every one of you until my arm is raised in victory along with that belt. You and I are a lot alike James, and not just because we happen to share the same first name. And through everything you said to me, I know that you respect what I am capable of and I’ll admit to respecting what you are callable of yourself. But don’t mistake that respect for weakness because once that bell rings, respect will fade into the darkness and I won’t think twice about putting you on the shelf if that’s what it takes to defeat you. Who you are and what you’re capable of are irrelevant to me once that bell rings, because from that point on you are nothing more than an obstacle in my eyes, and I’m going to overcome you and show you how right you are about what I can do inside that ring at your own expense. Savior and Riddick are only factors when I feel they are, and Riddick won’t be capable of fighting long enough to ever be considered a factor if I have anything to say about it. But you Evans… in my eyes, you are the one real thing standing between me and that title, and that’s the last place you really want to be in. I’ve played enough mind games to take care of the brothers easily enough, but when it comes to you I know I’ll have no choice but to outwrestle you and choke every last ounce of strength out of your body to give you no other alternative but to either tap out or let yourself be knocked out. Whichever way things go down matters not to me, because they’ll both produce the same result, and that’s the end of the United States Title reign of James Evans. Evans, Riddick, Savior… you all had better understand what you’re going to face once I set foot in that ring on Sunday night in our nation’s capitol. In the beginning, I only wanted to ensure that Riddick and probably Savior too were put six feet deep before taking care of Evans and claiming the victory. But now that we have a title in the picture, that just gives me so much more reason to win this match at all costs. I know that Evans must realize that he doesn’t need to be directly defeated to kiss his belt goodbye, and Riddick and Savior should hopefully realize that as well since they are veterans in their own right. But that just makes this situation more dangerous for all of you, as I can submit any one of you at any time with the other two even knowing what happened. This is just an open invitation for me to steal what Evans wants so desperately to keep and Riddick is hellbent on claiming for himself. All of you had better tread lightly at Under Attack, because when the Angel of Death strikes… you’ll never know who it is that’s fallen until it’s too late.” |
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| WAP2PLeader | Oct 22 2011, 03:47 PM Post #8 |
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OOC: Great job to everyone who rped. Guys, we really made Olek's weekend difficult. Really sorry this isn't on my usual site. I'm operating off my fiance's laptop out of town...at McDonalds. You are not SCW through and through until you have typed a rp at a McDonalds while enjoying a big mac and their free wifi. Hope you all enjoy. Part 4: The Wolf Attacks… |Narrator| The taste of tobacco felt good on Kyle’s lips. The first drag of the day always hit the spot. It calmed the nerves, relaxed the heart, and gave him peace of mind, exactly what he needed as he stood outside in the pouring rain next to all the other reporters and camera men. There was nothing worse than having to live the life of an SCW reporter, catering to the needs and wants of every superstar on the roster. |Kyle(thinking)| Except when that person was Adam Riddick… |Narrator| The Silver Wolf of SCW…when he came back, he was a footnote to the Rise to Greatness pay-per-view. Now, two months later, he was one of the most loathed men amongst the superstars and the media teams. After the Apocalypse incident, reporters and cameramen alike refused to do interviews with Adam, stating that he created an unsafe environment for them. It was only after Mr. D’s inclusion of security around the media that the team conceded. It still made Kyle uneasy, especially when the limo pulled up. Solid silver with the license plate “ Wolf--1 ”. The door swung open and out walked a young man with a handsome goatee. Kyle recognized him instantly as Ryan Dante. |Kyle(thinking)| That means the man getting out next to him… |Narrator| The entire crowd came alive as Adam Riddick stepped out of the limo. His usual attire of jeans and a leather jacket had been replaced by a jet black suit and a blood red tie. His hair was stylishly pulled back and his sunglasses were strangely absent. The entire look seemed strange on Riddick, but, at the same time, he seemed so comfortable in it. Cameras flashed, reporters fired questions. All was normal. |Kyle| Mr. Riddick? The fans wanna know…where’ve you been? |Narrator| Riddick remained quiet and motionless. His stillness made everyone else quiet. Everyone except Kyle. He wanted an explanation. The fans deserved an explanation. |Kyle| Mr. Riddick? Do you wish to explain to us…to the fans…what you’ve been doing to prepare? The fans deserve… |Narrator| Riddick suddenly grabbed the reporter by the tie and pulled him up to his level. The security was on him in a heartbeat, but Riddick raised his hand as to say, “Relax”. Somehow, it worked, because the security stopped in their tracks. He glared down at Kyle. |Riddick| The fans deserve what? Go ahead, finish your thought. |Kyle| …. |Riddick| Just because those people in there… *points at the arena* …or out there… *points towards the horizon* …pay money to watch this program week in and week out. They pay to get the privilege of watching me do what I do best. They get to watch SCW and its superstars. They do not get to control this product. That’s my job. So, when you say the fans deserve, I get a little aggravated. I’ve already given them more then what they deserve. Everything else…is just gravy. |Narrator| Riddick tossed Kyle on his ass and headed towards the ring, leaving everyone staring at Kyle as security helped him help. |Kyle| Where’re you going?? |Narrator| Riddick didn’t stop. He kept walking towards the arena. It was Dante who turned to face the reporters. |Dante| We’re serving 'em gravy… ************************************************************************** Ringside…30 minutes before Under Attack |Announcer| Ladies and Gentlemen...Please Welcome...The Past, The Present, And the Future... |Narrator| The haunting melody of Sonata Artica's "Full Moon" blares through the arena and it seems to seep into the crowds’ very pores. Slowly the lighting is dimmed until it’s pitch black. After a several unsettling seconds, a lone spotlight illuminates a single spot on the stage as eerie fog bellows up from the floor adding to the unnerving illusion. Chilling words crackle over the speakers system. "Sitting in a corner all alone, staring from the bottom of his soul, watching the night come in from the window” It'll all Collapse Tonight...The Full Moon Is Here Again..." "...Makes Him Insane...To Know..." |Announcer| ...The Silver Wolf...ADAMMMM RIDDICKKK... |Narrator| Standing centre stage is The Silver Wolf of SCW in all his wondrous glory. Riddick abruptly lets out a blood curdling howl and charges towards the ring. The Silver Wolf slides under the rope and remains on all fours while he twists his head in all directions surveys the audience. "Run Away, Run Away, Run Away Full moon Is On The Sky And He's Not A Man Anymore" Upon hearing those daunting words, Riddick quickly and expertly hops up on the turnbuckle and lets out one long final eerie howl as... "See What Became Out Of Her Man....Full Moon!" The last syllable of moon is held for a few seconds longer before the music gruffly stops and Riddick grabs a microphone. |Riddick| Tonight is very special. Tonight…is something great… Tonight…is a Moonless Night…also known as a new moon. I think that’s rather poetic don’t you? A brand new moon on the day when we crown a brand new SCW United States Champion. So, because this is such a special occasion, I think it’s only fitting that they most watched promo-ing superstar in SCW does something a little special…for himself…So… *Pauses…* |Riddick| ….LLLLLLAADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, CHILDREN OF ALL AGES SUPREME CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING UN-PROUDLY BRINGS TO YOU ONCE AGAIN LIVE, LOADED, AND FULL OF SHIT YOU DON’T WANNA HEAR… THIS IS THE RIDDICK READOUT!!! *The Crowd Boos…* |Riddick| I’m sensing there are a few hurt feelings about my absence, and my webpage. I can understand all of you feeling the way you do. I betrayed your trust, in a way I lied to you, and just now I knocked a reporter on his ass for saying you all deserved something more then what I was giving you. For all these reasons, I should apologize. I should… *Smiles and chuckles* |Riddick| …but I won’t! *The crowd boos more!* |Riddick| Yes! Boo! Boo! Sit in your seat, behind that barricade. That’s all you do. That’s all any of you can do. But can any of you actually stop me? Can any of you keep me from doing whatever I want? Let’s see… *Clears throught* |Riddick (singing American National Anthem)| OOOOOOOO SAAAAY, CAN YOU SEE… HOW MUCH I HATE THIS PLACE…. BUT SO PROUDLY YOU’LL WAIL… AS I WHACK EVANS IN THE FACE!!! *The crowd goes ballistic and starts throwing things in the ring* |Riddick| See? None of you can do anything! Just like James Evans can’t do anything. That’s right ladies and gentlemen. The wait is over. Adam Riddick is here to talk about his match against James Evans…and some other guys. So all of you do yourselves a favor: sit down, shut up, and listen carefully because this is my time on the microphone. *Pauses* |Riddick| Evans…You’ve been doing a lot of talking this past month. Seems like you’re talking to me and want me to listen. Unfortunately, for the first while, I really wasn’t. You seem to be living a dream where the legend Adam Riddick is feuding with someone like you. Someone…like you… James, let me explain to you who the hell I am. I’m Adam Freakin’ Riddick! I am the past, present, and future of SCW! Do you honestly think I have time to stop my rise to the top of the mountain to entertain your fantasy? No! You see, after I bashed your head with the ring bell, that was the end of it. Your job as my whipping boy was done and I was moving onto bigger, better things. Even after your little tantrum afterwards where you jumped me from behind, I was moving on. But it never ended. You wouldn’t let it. Week in and week out, you made it clear that you simply would not go away until you have been vindicated. I have had to suffer because you have this insane inability to handle an ass kicking. Even then…EVEN THEN…I still wasn’t listening. You were some minor annoyance. Nothing more. But that’s when you did something I never expected. That’s when you…ahh hell, let’s go to the clip. *The clip of James Evans vs Shilo Valiant at Ammo. James is countering the Morning Star into a pin for the win. The clip ends as Evans takes his new championship and holds it over his head. The image of him frozen on the screen makes Riddick cringe…* |Riddick| What you did…what got my attention was your win to obtain the United States Championship in a match that should have been mine! Everyone here knows it! Yet you said that the only thing I did of any merit was I hit you with a ring bell. Wanna know what actually happened, James? You suffered some brain damage so you don’t know but what I did…was knock you flat on your ass and out cold. If that doesn’t get you a diva with big knockers and a title shot in SCW, I don’t know what does. But you said that wasn’t enough. You…What did you do to get your title shot? You got hit by a bell! That’s it. But I guess everything is grander when James Evans does it, right? Is that really why you got the title shot… *Riddick smiles* |Riddick| Then, out of the blue, Mr. D makes a dramatic decision that the newly crowned champion will have to defend his title against me…and some other guys…What a strange decision. I wonder why he would do that. Maybe the match wasn’t grand enough with just James Evans and Adam Riddick… *Riddick’s smile deepens* |Riddick| Since then, you have gone out of your way to belittle all that I have done. Every aspect of my career has been ripped apart by you. You even brought up a series of promos I did regarding Sin City…6 years ago. What’s the matter? Couldn’t be thorough? Here, let me help you out. I was a high school dropout because I got caught with the principal’s daughter…and his wife. Why not mention that? Ohh…how about when I was 10 years old, I stole my neighbor’s dog and taught it to bite everyone on command. I never got picked on by the school bullies again! Or how about the fact my parents created me doggy style and I was born before they were even married. That’s right! I’m a bastard…WHY NOT MENTION THAT JAMES!! HUH!!? For a guy trying to be a bad ass, you really suck at it. You’re like the Justin Beiber of badasses!! And worse of all…YOU HAVE MY TITLE!!!! *Riddick calms himself* When that happened, James…I couldn’t help but wonder why? Why do you torment me so? You attack me from behind, you change your personality completely into some sort of crappy badass, and you go after the title you know I wanted. Why is it that you want me to suffer? Then it hit me. Like the way I hit you with that ring bell… You don’t hate me…You want to be me!! *The crowd boos louder than ever before* |Riddick| And that touched me. It really did. I felt somewhat humbled by the idea. I mean, I know that all these people want to be like me. And most of the superstars in the back secretly wish they had my stones. But you actually want to be me. A Riddick Junior, if you will. That’s why you’ve been stalking me so relentlessly! That was such a relief and truly touching James. It pains me to say this…but you will never be me. For one thing, you suck as a bad guy. You REALLY suck, James. Besides the whole sin city thing, you’ve attacked me physically what…3 times now this month…you haven’t even knocked me out once. You haven’t been able to cost me a match yet. Use a chair or something! Grab a sledgehammer. Hell, for the irony of it, bring a ring bell! Do something damnit! But no…you practically push me over then dance around like a kid in a sandbox. You’ve failed on every facet of being a villain. Which is why it hurts me to say this, James, but you will never be me. I’ve proven week in and week out that I can do what I want, when I want, even if it’s in my best interest and no one else’s. No one can stop me. You’ve already tried that. Yet here I am, standing in this ring, ready to take MY United States title away from you. You talked a big game. You made it sound like you would be the greatest champion of all time. That you were better than Shilo and his US 280 day reign. Better than CHBK’s World title reigns…better than ME… Better than me… *Gets serious* Now….now, James, you have my undivided attention. You’ve moved up to the top of the hunting list and that is the one place you don’t want to be. Especially with the powers of SCW being so against you tonight. *pause* You still don’t get it do you, James? That ego of yours…It’s tragic. Evans, have you ever stopped to ask yourself why it is you got your United States Title Shot? Since your fight with Chad Evans, your record has been less than impressive. Hell, it’s been forgettable at best. Perhaps the biggest moment you had was when I gave you a win by hitting you with that ring bell. You’re welcome for that win by the way. So how is it, with SCW’s ranking system being what it is…did you suddenly go from nothing to contender overnight? Did you even bother to ask yourself why D. picked you? Hmm…let me see if I can put the pieces together for you, James… Mr. D. promises me a title match if I win the tag team match on breakdown against Thirteen and Drake. And, despite your…*laughs*…best attempt otherwise, I keep my end of the deal. Then, he announces your title match for the United States Championship at Ammo, a belt he knows full well that I am after. You, on the hand are just a man who has been stalking me for weeks because he wants to be me. Immediately after that, he announces at Under Attack, the two of us will fight one on one...and two other guys will be there to add color. Then, after you pulled off what is arguably the biggest upset in SCW history, you are not required by SCW bylaws to defend your title for another 2 months. Yet, here we are, 10 days later with a United States title match. And, wouldn’t you know it, the person you’re fighting…is me… Can you see where this leads, James? *Throws his arms to his sides* |Riddick| You are looking at Mr. D’s choice to be the next United States Champion! *The crowd erupts with boos* |Riddick| Oh come on! How is this not obvious even to you? Why else would Evans have gotten a shot at a former champion like Shilo? But hey, you sheep don’t wanna admit it to yourselves. No one cares about what any of you think anyway. I’m only out here to talk to Evans. “Mr. Champ”…surely you see how right I am. You must also see how fruitless it is to try and deny the inevitable. Do you honestly think that you can win? A champion you are, for now, but you are not the same kind of man that CHBK was or Cid Turner or Shilo Valiant or even… *sighs* |Riddick| Jason Zero. Those champions fought through some of the bloodiest and most handicapped matches ever conceived by man in order to preserve what was theirs. Their Gold. They fought through it because they had the wills…and the fists…of champions. You, Evans, believe that because you got lucky in one match that you are untouchable. Your promos and constant self-gratification show the world that your will is weak. The fact that I am still standing after a month of your abusive assaults shows your fists are light. At the end of it all, you are not the same level of champion they were. You are a paper champion…A transitional champion, meant to hold the belt until a man, like those legends, comes to take what belongs to them. I think you know who has come to end your reign. Knock! Knock! Knock! Who is it? It’s the big bad wolf…and he’s come to huff and puff and blow your house of pride straight to hell! Then, when you’re left there, shivering in the cold winter weather, a new moon in the sky, you will realize that you bit off more than you can chew. Because I’m not just going to come down that ramp, get into this ring, and take away the United States title, Evans. I am going to be bringing your kryptonite along with me. And since you have it in your head that I do nothing but rip off movies, how about this… *exits the ring and grabs the ring bell before entering the ring again* |Riddick| Ya see this, Evans? This…is my BOOMSTICK!!! *The crowd boos at his reference* |Riddick| And it’s gonna be here, with me. Maybe I’ll use it…maybe I won’t. Who knows, I’m a pretty nostalgic guy. Then again, I do love the idea of finding new ways to beat the living piss out of anyone that crosses me. Then AGAIN, I do like a championship belt that’s been stained with blood. THEN AGAIN AGAIN, the last thing I want to do is give you excuses. God knows, when I win this thing, you’re gonna whine and complain about how I cheated just like last time. I suppose… *drops the bell* |Riddick| I’ll just leave you all guessing. I can do that. Hell, I can do anything. Because I’m the Big Bad Wolf. *looks up at Evan’s picture still on the titantron* |Riddick| The only one in Supreme Championship Wrestling. And when I wanna do something, I do it. And when I want to take something, I take it. And right now, the only thing I wanna do is kick your ass all over this arena. And the only thing I wanna take, is take that United States Championship and throw it over my shoulder. That’s what I want. That’s what D. wants, and, deep down, that’s what all these people want. *Crowd boos more* |Riddick| Shut up! None of you get to voice your opinion! You’re paying pennies to see a fight that should be a main event all on its own. A match that sees the future of SCW, the revolutionist Adam Riddick, take on your hero, the United States Champion, James Evans!! More than that, you get to see me capture that same United States Championship tonight and prove once and for all that I am every bit the legend I say I am. NO!!! That EVERYTHING I have said to this point has been true. Boo me? You should feel honored. But sheep only know how to baaaahhhhh (like a sheep) *More Boos* |Riddick (louder)| Baahhh!! *Louder boos* |Riddick(loud as he can)| BAAAHHHHH BAHHHH BAHHH!!!! JAMES… *The crowds booing cuts him off for a second. Riddick uses the time to calm down a little.* |Riddick| You’re all about making history, James. You want to be remembered for something in Supreme Championship Wrestling. You want the glory. I get that. I’m after the same thing. Because of that, I am going to give you your wish. I am going to grant you the one thing your heart desires. I will make you a part of Supreme Championship Wrestling legacy. After tonight, when the bell finally rings and our battle is over, you are going down in history alright…as one of the shortest reigning United States Champions of all time. The best part… you will never be able to escape that bit of history. It will follow you until the day you die. And even in death, you will forever be remembered for being the transitional champion between the great Shilo Valiant and the even greater Adam Riddick. Remembered…Always…and Never… How’s that for a Sin City Quote, Evans? *Riddick goes to leave through the ropes but stops and steps one foot in the ring* |Riddick| And that is how it feels to be the Big Bad Wolf. AWWOOOOOOOOO!!!! |Narrator| Adam exits the ring as the boos continue and objects fly at him. He ignores them all and heads to the back. The end of Moonless Knight… Coming Next: Hunting Blind |
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