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Chamber Match; Winner faces World Champion after
Topic Started: Sep 23 2011, 10:04 AM (460 Views)
Mr. D
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Shaun Cruze vs. Shilo Valiant vs. Masquerade vs. Katie Steward vs. Christy Matthews vs. Chad Evans
Chamber Match
Winner faces Shawn Winters for the World Championship after the match at Under Attack

Please note: The roleplays for this match will count to the World Championship match that will follow. For those wondering, Shawn Winters' roleplays for his match against Jake Starr will constitute his roleplays for that title defense.

RP Limit: 3 RP per person
Deadline: 5 PM EST Saturday, October 22, 2011
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[align=center] :star: SCW Queen of Queens | Katie Steward | "Her Steward Retreat/Calming the Chamber" :star: [/align]
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Shilo Valiant
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OOC: The CD will explain this but just in case. The letters are not usable except for the last one if people choose to, as the others do not leave the room. This is something I’ve been planning for awhile and with all that’s happened in the last few weeks, this seems to perfect a time to pass it up. Enjoy


[align=center]NECROPHOBIA!


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--Bad Wolf--


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My dear Mask,


I will not start this off by saying, “I told you so”. I doubt it would have any affect on you even if I did. I want you to know that what we experienced in our careers together, as Karnivale, is something I will never forget. I will never forget how you use to make me laugh with your antics. How we would swing from ladders and brought the fight to those that “sought to bore the audience” I think you said.

Then we fought one another and patched things up still. Looking back, I see now that my whole desire to separate from Karnivale and be in singles competition was my own fault. I wanted to entertain the people on a grander scale, and in doing so, I left you in the dust. What we went through in preparation for Ammo…you know, the one with the duck, made me see how much I had put the people before everything and how my desire to entertain them was what really hurt Karnivale. It wasn’t you, Mask. It never was you.

You’re probably wondering why I’m telling all this to you now. The reason is simply…to get you to understand my warnings.

I warned you before, Mask. What were my words? “Take this seriously. This isn’t a joke”. You ignored me that night. Now, you stand to be the first man inside the chamber because of it. You will be locked in there with Christy Matthews for the entire time that you are in the cage. Always fighting, always taking punishment.

I’m not telling you this to scare you, Stephan. I’m your friend and quite honestly, you could get seriously hurt if you keep going the route you’re going. For fuck’s sake, you fell asleep on the catwalk while others in the ring were playing the mental mind game. Don’t you see how much THEY want it and how easily they will tear through you to win this match? Don’t you get it? Cause I’m not going to be able to help you in that cage for at least fifteen minutes! You’re going to have to survive on your own. I’ll be locked in a cell waiting to be released. And I don’t want to see you getting bloodied and beaten because you were too stupid to take this seriously. This isn’t a Big Top match where you bounce off the walls. This isn’t a ladder match where you can still run in and out of the ring. This is a chamber match, Stephan. Don’t you get that?! Don’t you understand what that metal can do to you? You thought taking three Morning Stars was tough, this is far worse! We use to play with metal and chains in the Kings of Shadows, I know what it’s like to taste it in your teeth and mouth.

Stephan, listen to me, alright? I’m telling you, you’re going to need more than these little antics and skits you’ve got to survive this, okay? I want you to survive this, cause you’re my friend. So stop joking, stop making these stupid little antics and just wrestle. Wrestle to survive.

That’s all I am asking you to do, Stephan. Change your mentality. Because I won’t be able to stop them anymore than I will be able to stop myself. This is something that’s been long in the making and something I have to see through. Nothing has changed, Stephan. It’s still the entertainment that comes first and always will be. I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize that, but that is the reality. And you and I have two different forms of entertainment we believe…now more than ever.

So really…this is goodbye for me, Mask. This is as far as you and I will go in communication. Once we’re in that cage, you’re on your own. Ignore my advice if you want. Don’t heed my warnings. But don’t expect your friend to be there in that cage. Things are changing, Mask. I can feel them.

I can feel them more and more often as the time draws closer. So you need to change with them. Because I’m afraid you won’t like the changes anymore than the others will.

So this is the last thing I can do for you, Mask. Put away the masks, the gimmicks and the shenanigans. You won’t be able to hide in the catwalk or shoot confetti from a cannon or pull string from someone’s ear. You’ll need to wrestle, on your own, without me.

And when I say wrestle, I mean wrestle like you’ve never wrestled before. Better than when you faced me, Greatnerity, Dark Fantasy and Insanity Inc, where you lost. Better than all of that. Dig deep and find a way to stay alive, Mask.

Good luck, my friend. And goodbye.

Shilo Valiant

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I hated the smell of the room. Too full of the blasted perfumes that a dozen or so people were wearing. I mean, I couldn’t register them as a mass, each person had their own preference. For couldn’t the companies of perfume choose a consensus of a particular smell? Gather around and select particular scents to use that, when combined in a room, didn’t nauseate?

That was ridiculous, I thought, as I looked around the finely decorated room. I was comfortable for everything except that combination of smells.

--Madison--
You alright?


She sat across from me, the table between us. I remarked for a moment how interesting the situation was. For the first time, I was seeing my mother in a dress. Granted this was only the third time I had seen my mother, second if I constituted the first two meetings as one as they happened a hour or two apart from eachother.

--Shilo--
It’s just the smells. Little aggravating.

--Madison--
You have sensitive smell?

--Shilo--
I guess. Never really thought about it.

--Madison--
Just interesting. My mother did.

--Shilo--
You mean, my grandmother?

She nodded her head, smiling brightly. She wore her hear up in a bun and black dress. It was a stark contrast to my black dress pants and red sweater. Comparing the two outfits, she would fit right in in the fancy restaurant we occupied, the name of which escaped me.

Fitting right in…with expectations…

Actually, I thought, it wasn’t the companies fault that so many scents were created to maximize selection in the perfume, it was the consumers! They demanded more scents and options-

--Shilo--
You ever think about the greed of people?

--Madison--
What?

--Shilo (not listening)--
I mean, you look at the scents in this room. There’s so many different ones that combined, they cause a massive headache for people like me.

--Madison--
There’s a lot of people here.

--Shilo--
Yeah, I guess. But why do they need so many different scents?

--Madison--
Everyone has their preference.

--Shilo--
Yeah, but why can’t they just have a smaller selection? Why does every scent had to be on display on someone’s skin? It’s rather repulsive when they’re all overloading the senses like this.

--Madison--
I’m not really into economics, Shilo, but I guess it has something to do with profits and such.

--Shilo--
Supply and demand more like it. People want more and more and more and companies have to make it happen. It’s just…you ever think about that people’s desires easily outweigh what they need?

--Madison--
Well, that’s obviously true. People like living in comfortable life.

--Shilo--
Yeah, well, tell that to someone who lives in a hole in the ground.

--Madison--
It’s not that bad.


Truth is it wasn’t. It was my home. I didn’t need to be in fancy houses, despite having the money now to do so.

--Shilo--
No it’s not, but I think I’m the exception that proves the rule.

--Madison--
I can imagine that. You as an exception.

--Shilo--
I just…it’s also how much they put on. I mean, people put perfume on like body wash! How much did you put on?

--Madison--
How did you know I was wearing perfume?


She raised an eyebrow questioningly, which caused me to laugh.

--Shilo--
Because it’s the only scent I actually liked. Vanilla?

--Madison--
Yes.

--Shilo--
On the neck?

--Madison--
Just a spray. Don’t be mad.

--Shilo--
I’m not. You’re the exception that proves the rule, mom.

--Madison--
I still can’t believe I’m being called that.

--Shilo--
I can’t believe I’m able to call someone that.

--Madison--
So, what brought all this talk about perfume on? You want some or something?

--Shilo--
No…I was…just thinking…


I looked over the table to all the people that were talking, unaware that their greed and gluttonous natures were making me nauseous. Hurting me. They only did what they wanted without concern. It was really their fault why the companies made so many scents and it was them putting so much on, you could choke in the smoke of scents trying to overpower each other for status.

--Shilo--
Just thinking…

About greed…overpowering brains…

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Dear Shaun Cruze,


Do you now see what I’ve been trying to tell you, Shaun? Or are you still on cloud nine that you have “one more opportunity” given to you to capture the SCW title? Did I not tell you the reality of Apocalypse before it happened? Did I not say what would happen at the Battle Royale? No, let me not get into that. Let me say something first.

Shaun, you’re a hell of a talented wrestler. Believe me when I say that. When you won the scaffold match at Rise to Greatness, I knew it. I knew it even before then, when you won the adrenaline title. You have talent, you have ability.

But this isn’t about talent or ability. This is about what you’re lacking and still have yet to really get. Intelligence.

That’s what I told you last in the battle royale. It’s what I told the world when you faced Shawn Winters.

You are not ready for this. You’re not ready and you’re too dumb to realize it.

Look at you. You shoot from the mid-card success to main-event failures. What did you expect to happen? That it be easy? That it be as simple as climbing a scaffold? That it would all just fall together?

Or did you just want to be like Orlando? Did you just want to be a world champion like him so badly? That why you rushed it? That why you cashed in your title shot to the highest level the second you got it?

The more I see of you, the more I realize how winning that match may have been the biggest mistake of your career. I mean, think about it, Shaun. Since then, you’ve failed your guaranteed shot and you’re now the fourth man in this chamber match. You know why that is? Why you’re fourth and not fifth, like me, or sixth like Chad? Because you didn’t think. I told you to view each superstar as an individual with their own traits and special tricks. Low and behold, you didn’t and lumped them together as one group. That’s why you got eliminated by me. You forgot the most basic rule when dealing with Katie Steward. She always brings TJ Johnson with her. He’s always around. Never fails. Lost puppy, really. Anyone who has faced her would know that. Anyone who knew they were facing her would know that. That’s why TJ didn’t get in my or Chad’s way. He knew that we knew he was there and around.

You see what I mean, Shaun? Stupid. You’ve spent so little time here, at the highest level, that you can’t tell the difference between the Winters and the Stewards. The Evans from the Cherrys. You think that “if you want it enough, you’ll get it”. If that was the case, I’d still be the United States Champion! I’d still be the fucking heavyweight champion! This isn’t some “happy-ending story”, Cruze. This isn’t the case of “good guys win and bad guys lose”. This is reality, and in reality, he who is prepared WINS the battles! You weren’t prepared, you lost.

Now, you’re only a week away from climbing into the cage with the very best of SCW. You’re going to be locked in there with no way out but to outlast every other superstar. Which means, boy, you better get your head out of your ass and start seeing this for the challenge that it is. Generic handling won’t work. I’ll be watching from my small cell, and I better see you handling each and every superstar differently, your strategy changing with each moment, cause you’re prepared. I better see that change in you, Shaun. You better prove to me how much you HAVE learned from all these failings of yours.

If you don’t. If you prove me right and that you haven’t changed? Then you’ll be gone before I even step into the chamber.

Either way, whether you change or not, I could really care less. You shouldn’t even be here, anyway, Shaun. You got your chance to be the SCW champion, screwed that up. You got your chance to be in the best position so that you didn’t look like a fool to the man that got you into this match. Screwed that up. Since July, you’ve screwed up every opportunity you’ve had, yet for some reason, you’ve been given more and more. I mean, I’ve had my share of bad luck, but you, Shaun? You lost your one title reign after barely a month! And I already mentioned your “apocalypse success” and your “royale success”. It’s like you’re not even trying to put effort into these opportunities. I heard old Orlando got his kicks in IWC from being the hero and everything was handed to him, so I guess you have the idea that it will just come to you because your last name is Cruze.

Well, my last name is Valiant. You know what that means? Means you gotta do a shitload more than just coast to get past me. Simply talking at great lengths about how you “will do you bestest” won’t fucking cut it. I am the only man that has held the SCW and US title in this match. I am the only man that won “Riding the Lightning double match”. I am the only man that has headlined Rise to Greatness. You think I got that by just getting handed shit? From coasting? I got it by pushing the bar each and every night, Cruze. So you want to get past me, then you better be willing to do a hell of a lot more than your pathetic “10 mph” “oh me…oh my”. Cause I eliminated you in that battle royale. You manage to survive long enough to see me in that ring and I’ll eliminate you in the chamber. Because unlike you, I know I can do it. I know I can win the chamber match. I know I am the man that can survive. Because unlike you, surviving and winning matches that people never thought I could win is something I’ve been doing. And unlike you, I didn’t botch my only SCW title shot. I don’t botch matches like these, Shaun. I don’t go into “Cruze control” and coast my way through. I shift over to high gear and push myself to the limit to achieve what is entertaining.

And what is entertaining is me winning the chamber match and facing Shawn Winters later in the night. We don’t want to see you try and fail again, Shaun. I got better things to do.

Because nothing’s changed for you, now that I see it. You’re still unsure. You’re still long-winded, and you’re still seeing the big picture and none of the details.

Good luck, you idiot.

Shilo Valiant

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--Shilo--
So what were talking about?

The waiter had just left after we made our order. He hadn’t looked twice at us, though I had to wonder. Did he think Madison was my date? I mean, she looked young and was beautiful…Marina had joked about that. I wondered if she would still joke once she saw Madison with her own eyes. I wasn’t so sure.

--Madison--
Perfume?

--Shilo--
No before that.

--Madison--
Your nose?

--Shilo--
Oh! Your mother! What’s she like? My grandmother?

--Madison--
Ummm, I’m afraid she passed away eight years ago.

--Shilo--
Ohhh, so I didn’t even have a chance.

--Madison--
I’m sorry.

--Shilo--
No! No! I guess that’s just the way it goes.


She looked away from me, and my heart went out to her. I hadn’t meant to come off as insensitive or hurt her, my curiosity had just been genuine. Reaching out, I felt her small hand in mine. It was cold from holding glass of water on her side of the table a few moments ago.

--Shilo--
I’m sorry. You want to talk about it?

--Madison--
No, I can. I really just wish she had stayed alive a bit longer to see you.

--Shilo--
What happened?


She turned to look at me. She was strong, her eyes clear but it was clear she was regretting what had happened, whatever it was.

--Madison--
She killed herself.

--Shilo--
Killed herself? Why?

--Madison--
It’s a long story.

--Shilo--
If you don’t want to tell me.

--Madison--
I rather talk about your wrestling.

--Shilo--
You watched it?

--Madison--
I did. Wasn’t really hard to figure out your little code there.

--Shilo--
I didn’t think it would be. I’m not good at codes and passwords. That’s more Spider’s thing.

--Madison--
Who do you think taught me?

--Shilo--
Well, I was going to say Nomas, he-

--Madison--
Oh! Nomas is alive?

--Shilo--
Of course! Him and Femora. Both well. Older though.

--Madison--
We all are.


We stopped for a moment, her to take a drink of water and I to take a moment to think. Suicide. The mother of my mother. I wasn’t sure, but it struck me as odd that a woman even the least bit like my mother, from what I’d seen, would choose such an endeavor. Even in our darkest moments, Marina and I had never considered it as an option. What could have pushed her to that? To such options? To such extremes?

Was it pain? Or fear?

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To Christy Matthews,

Oh my god! You’re still alive. I heard you made another suicide attempt because you didn’t win the battle royale last Breakdown cause you forgot it was a royale and accidental- I mean “intentionally” eliminated yourself. Or was it cause you didn’t win the lottery last week? Or was it cause you still can’t get past level eight in Super Mario Brothers? I can’t be sure what your reason was, but I’m glad to see that you’re not swimming in your own blood.

I’d feel horrible if I trampled on a person’s grave. Now I won’t feel guilty saying this.

You like feeling like the biggest failure in this cage, Christy? I may talk a lot of shit about the others lately, but at least they did something. Cruze won a scaffold match, Chad won the royale, I’m a dual champion, Masquerade’s a former champion, Katie is a former champion…

You?

Oh, wait, I remember! “Boo hoo! Life is unfair. Good bye cruel world.” Yeah, that’s right, we’ll never forget that. I’m willing to bet there was a poll going on whether you’d show up for the cage match after losing the royale. Oops, again I mean “intentionally losing”. I mean, being the first one eliminated. The only person in this match who HASN’T held a single championship. Ouch! Mind telling me how exactly YOU got into this match? Was Sasha just picking the names out of a hat or something after she announced my name?

Oh, I’m sorry, were you expecting a good note wishing you “good luck” or something? Please! You’ve lost more blood to your brain than I thought if you thought that. Far as I’m concerned, you’re no different than the scum Pete Ebdon and Lucas Knight. I know how vicious and whatever you can be in the wrong. Yawn! Only a problem when you’re fucking booked. Seriously, you’re like finding Waldo or Hailey’s comet. You show up once in a while and make a scene.

And last scene you had…you beat Warren James. DUH! Did that first! Oops, not much of a scene. Before that? Lost to Katie Steward. Bravo! Way to go. Beat her already too. Then? Lost to Helms or something like that?

Need I say more? Face it Matthews. There’s a reason you’re the first one that was eliminated in that royale. There’s a reason you haven’t won a title in SCW yet.

Because when the pressure is on, Christy Matthews chokes. Never fails. Like fucking clockwork. That never changes about you, Christy.

What’s more humiliating for you is that, you’re the only person in your little group that HASN’T won a title yet. Well, the only one that isn’t a valet. Knight, Syren, Ravyn, hell even Watson’s won a title and he did faster than the other three. You…nothing.

CHOKE!

HA HA! Seriously, Christy, I’m not worried about you even a fraction of an inch. If you manage to keep away from the razor or the bottle of pills in your bathroom long enough, you’ll come in and be the first one eliminated. I’m rather sure of that. By the time I get let into the chamber, you’ll probably be sitting in the corner playing your wrist like a fucking violin.

Guess that means I’m not scared of you, crazy lady. HA! Me scared? You know what? The only thing scary about you is that you still have a job here. You’ve leaped from one thing to the next with no real success in your career to show for it. And at Under Attack, I’ll be laughing at you the minute you get eliminated first, Christy. Cause, honestly? I’m sick of seeing your face around here, boring us with your sob story about what is yours and what isn’t. You want to come at me and make clown jokes. Guess what? I’m the one that’s the fucking former world heavyweight champion. You? You’re the former mental patient.

So it’s going to be fun watching you run around that cage, but I’ll be having more fun watching as you don’t even make it past the first five minutes before you “intentionally eliminate yourself” again.

Do me a favor, Christy, okay? Make sure you have 911 on speed dial so Pete knows whom to call when you lose. I’d hate to have your little “incident of the month” smothering my chamber victory. Just tell me where to send the roses.

Kindest regards,
Shilo Valiant

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--Madison--
Listen, I want to talk to you about what I watched. Your show thing.

--Shilo--
I rather not.

--Madison--
I just want to know something.

--Shilo--
Mom, I lost a match. I’m sorry, but it’s still kinda hard to accept.

--Madison--
I saw that.


She didn’t say anything, which unfortunately, allowed me to think. I was still reeling from the shock. For the first time since April, I was without a championship, and the time I was not a champion was growing by the second. I had been without a title for a month and had acquired two shortly thereafter.

Don’t go there…

I didn’t want to think how close I was to acquiring a title less than a week from now. That part of my brain didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to discuss things. It was too busy focusing on what had happened on Ammo and how it would pan out to Breakdown, something I wanted no part of.

--Madison--
But they were talking. Those two voices?

--Shilo--
Voices?

--Madison--
Yeah, like two guys talking over everything like announcers?

--Shilo--
Oh yeah. They’re names are Dawson and Knots. That’s for people watching at home.

--Madison--
I figured that. What were they talking about with that “chamber”? Thing?

--Shilo--
Ummm…it’s a large…contraption…like a cage.

--Madison--
A cage?

--Shilo--
Yeah. It’s complicated.


Her hand reached up to rub her temple with her right hand, her eyes keeping locked on her glass.

--Madison--
So, they lock those people in a cage-chamber thing, then what?

--Shilo--
Well, then they fight it out as I did in my match and whoever is the last man standing wins. Simple.

--Madison--
Uh-huh…and what are the rules?

--Shilo--
Rules?

--Madison--
Yes rules. Don’t you have rules in matches? If it’s real, as you say, it should have rules like any sport.

--Shilo--
Umm…yeah, there’s…

--Madison--
There’s no rules are there?

--Shilo--
Not in this match. No.

--Madison--
And you’re in this match.

--Shilo--
No!

--Madison--
What?

--Shilo--
I’m not in that-

--Madison--
Don’t you dare lie to me!


Her eyes narrowed at me. It was the first time I had really seen her upset, besides in that room in the hospital where I had revealed all to her about my identity.

--Shilo--
I’m-

--Madison--
I heard them talking. They were all in that ring and one up above. Two guys, two girls and the one guy who is kinda crazy.

--Shilo--
That’s Mask.

--Madison--
The voice said there were five of six people talking. And that you were absent. Are you the sixth person they are talking about?!


I felt the breath leave me. I could lie. Lie to her just to make her feel happy. She’d know the truth sooner or later…but right now? Was it better for her to live in ignorance? Was lying better?

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Katie Steward,

Oh Jesus! Would you shut the fuck up! Seriously, enough! “WAAAAH! I wanna be world heavyweight champion! WAAAAAH! Everyone’s getting title shots over me! WAAAAAAHHHHH! I deserve to be the first woman to be world heavyweight champion!”

How many years has it been, you dumb, one-tone, repetitive, bitch! We don’t give a fuck! We don’t give a fuck about you or your “claims”. Because out of everyone in this fucking chamber, you’re the one with the most title shots and number one contender matches to your credit. It’s not our fault you failed at every single chance you got.

Actually, that’s really the only thing amusing about you, Katie. No matter how many times we see you in these title matches, we know you’re gonna botch it up. You’re the gambling man’s wet dream! All he has to do is bet against you and he’s richer! YAY!

I mean, you’re facing all of us at the chamber and then Shawn Winters if you win…okay? So let me ask you. What the hell makes you think you’ll survive one match, let alone two? You couldn’t even hold your own in the last tactical warfare, and last I checked, that had been one fall to crown a champion. I mean, you’re as big a failure as are your two underlings, Gigi and Madison. I mean, wow, great job by the Stewards last Breakdown. You lost both your matches. And look, one was for a title! Ooops! Another failure. That’s the family business, isn’t it? “Losing when it matters!”


HA HA! Oh I’m so sorry, Katie. I’m actually laughing myself to tears while I’m writing this. It’s just pitiful. That little tantrum last Ammo. HA HA! You know, it just proves that the entertainment in SCW is dropping down to G-rated if O. is letting you on television. That little screaming contest and comebacks reminiscent of a pre-schooler is proof that all this has to end.

So fuck pre-school. Fuck G-rating. And fuck you, Katie!

This chamber is going to be rated-R for violence, blood and insanity. Know why? Cause I’m the one directing it! I’m the one making sure that the entertainment is going to go the way it should. Not your little “court-room preening session” and not your little “Mirror mirror on the wall”. It’s going to be MY show. MY match. MY way. And in MY match, you have less a chance of winning this chamber match than Masquerade does. Less than even Christy does. You choke and fail and then flail your arms around at the end, demanding another chance. And it’s not because you’re such a lousy wrestler that has secured your loss. It’s not because I can beat you with one arm tied around my back while blindfolded that does it either. No, the reason you’re going to fail is because…

You have changed.

You have changed when no one else has, Katie. Unfortunately, your change comes from outside sources and not from personal effort. Your change is…you’re locked in a cage. A chamber. With five people that want to rip your pretty face off. And look…no Gigi…no Madison…no TJ…

Little Katie is all alone…

I feel like the boogey-man writing that. Little Katie all alone. HA HA! Oh come on, Katie! Join with me in a laugh. After that little two-year-old style rant on Ammo, this is the most entertaining as you’ve ever been! Personally, I don’t care who eliminates you, because once that happens, we’ll be able to actually focus on the match itself and not having to hear “ME! IT’S ME!” over and over again.

Remember the rules of war, Katie…


Lie about it all you want…but The Jester always beats all, Queenie!

Shilo Valiant

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--Madison--
Shilo?!

--Shilo--
Alright, yes, I’m in the match. I got tossed in there.

--Madison--
Oh my god.

She looked around the room, her frustration evident.

--Madison--
Is this what you do for this company? Lock yourself in these things and beat each other senseless.

--Shilo--
Sometimes…


I hated this feeling. Feeling like I had my hand caught in the cookie jar. That sinking feeling and that no matter what I said, it would just continue.

--Shilo--
Look, you’re worried.

--Madison--
I’m worried that you’re going to get tossed around in a metal box.

--Shilo--
It’s a bit bigger than a box.

--Madison--
And you expect me to watch that? I could barely stand watching that man punch and kick you.

--Shilo--
You don’t have to watch it.


The thought upset me. I knew I could and would win the chamber match. I was certain of it. It would be the crowning achievement of this year, capping off one of the most impressive years in SCW history for a superstar. I wanted to share that with my mother and Marina. To have one of them miss it hurt more than I realized, the hurt replacing the guilt I had felt moments before.


--Madison--
I don’t understand why you are doing it. What’s the point?

--Shilo (slightly angered)--
This is what I do, mother. This is my job. I’m good at it. No, I’m one of the best at what I do. I’ve done this kind of thing before and I’m fine. I can look after myself.


I hated saying that. I truly did. Because the truth was, I had NEVER been in a match like this before. I had done matches that were dangerous, like a ladder match and such, but never had I been in a chamber. Even Marina had more experience in cages than I did. Never, in my entire career had I been in a chamber match. Katie had, in tactical warfare, Chad had been in several, and they were the odds on favorite. The reminder made me clench my jaw. They had experience, especially Chad. He had been in Tactical Warfare before and the Chamber. I had no idea what kind of punishment could be dished out. And here I was, telling my mother I knew what I was doing.

I had no idea…not compared to the experience of the man that had eliminated me from the battle royale…


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God,


Feed the homeless. Shelter the needy. Thank you so much for the grand canyon and good luck with the apocalypse…


Oh…and by the way…you suck!

Seriously, Chad, when was the last time you actually went to church? I mean a real church, not one you make up during the few times you’re actually sober enough to form a coherent sentence. Divine this and divine that. If I wanted religion on television, I’d turn to the “Hour of Power” or some bible-radio station. We’re here to wrestle, not pray!

But I like how you call yourself God, you arrogant sack of shit. I mean, seriously, it actually fits you. I mean, most of the time, you’re never there and when you are, it’s usually with something we really don’t need, like a typhoon or hurricane.

Whattaya know? That’s just like you, Chad! I mean, you disappear, you come back, you disappear, you come back…

Maybe if I pray hard enough, you’ll actually give us something we want…hmmmm…hmmmm


Help us give a shit about Chad Evans! He does try so very hard to be better than he actually is.

I mean, “destiny”? “Divine right”? Oh, and my favorite “Divine plan”? Do you even know what any of those terms mean? Or did you just look up “bible words” on wikipedia and go from there? Seriously, I haven’t seen anything this hokey since Christian Savior claimed to be “the anti-christ” of SCW. That turned out well…NOT!

I mean, where do I even start with you? Should I mention how when you came back, you tried to make a little faction called “Chad’s group”? Sounds like a bad kid’s show that plays for the toddlers that aren’t in school yet, right next to “Bear in the Big fucking Blue house”. Bear’s house is made of NECRO! So, we got James Evans, Chad Evans, Ace Marshall and Kaitlyn B. What a team! Together, you captured the tag titles for a whole month, Chad! YAY! Then you go solo and proceed too…get the shit kicked out of you by James Evans… YAY!!!

Now you’re taking on five other superstars in a chamber match, hoping to repeat your past glory…


ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ


SNORE-FEST! You’re trying to give them Shawn vs Chad round two from years past? Seriously? You’re just stealing my bit from what the people really want. When was the last time you knew what anyone wanted other than Chad Evans? When was the last time you actually did something that was entertaining? Besides get your faced punched in my James Evans.

Come on, let’s not forget the last time you held that title. One month. One fucking month. Bout the same as your tag title reign. So…your destiny is to win the SCW title and…lose it in a month?!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Oh my god! I’m gonna cry again! This is too funny. Sorry, I was crying from laughter from a previous letter. I’ll read it to you later, if you want. But you, I’m laughing because you expect me to let that happen to the SCW title? Let you wander off with it for a month then lose it to the next schmo who challenges you?! HA!

I know you think you’re in the right place at the right time, Chad, with winning the battle royale, but let me bring a little reality to your little wet-dream. There was a time where I thought I had it all. I was the SCW champion, going to headline rise to greatness, also the US champion, first dual champion to headline it…I thought I was on a divine path too. Know what happened? Fate’s a cruel bitch, that what happened! That’s what real divinity is, Chad. It lets you get far enough ahead to make you realize you’re worth something before taking it all from you.

That’s where you’re headed. Because I’ve already survived it. You, with your constant leaving and coming back routine, have never conquered it. You’ve run from that brick wall your entire career, cause once you hit it, you fall. And unlike Jesus, you won’t be rising again three or even a thousand days later. You’ll be done.

Cause I am that brick-wall, Chad. I’m the one standing between you and Shawn Winters. I’m the one that will be taking your little momentum and stopping it dead in its tracks. You’re a failure as an SCW champion and you’re a failure in main-event matches. Do what you always do and don’t show up at all, Chad. Save me the time and energy so I can entertain. Because you’re gonna need to do more than toss me over some ropes, Chaddy. You’re gonna have to beat me and pin me. And unlike you, I won’t get woozy from one move or seeing my blood.

I’ll just-

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My hand slid across the paper, forcing me to lose my balance and hit the floor, the carpet cushioning my fall, albeit not much. Opening my eyes, my head swam as I recognized the décor of my hotel room in Van Nys…

--Shilo--
How…when?


Wasn’t I just in the restaurant with my other? I WAS! We were talking about her mother, my grandmother, we were talking about her suicide…then we talked about the chamber-

The chamber…

I heard this inhuman groan as my hand reached up to smack my head. I had yelled at her! I had told her off after that! I could remember my words…Gods… “I was fine before you and I’ll be fine now.” Gods… “Stop worrying about me…”

I had said more but I had walked out shortly after the worrying comment. Gods, the look on her face…

Another inhuman groan escaped me. I had been so upset to talk about wrestling. It had been all the things that had happened…and what I had to do…

My head continued to swim as I remembered the rest. I had waited outside. She had been my ride and she said not a word as she drove me back to my place. I had stormed out of the car and…

My head looked over to my side to see what I knew would be there. The half empty bottle was pouring out more of its contents on the floor. Room service…order a few bottles…

How stupid! I wasn’t a drinker! It just was a better option than getting high at the moment. Getting high was when I was happy or at least okay. Besides, I didn’t want to get high on Necro and end up in the hospital again. Then I’d have to put up with my mother’s incessant pandering over my job.

Gods, how had I even thought that I wanted to experience that in my life?!

Angrily, I dragged the bottle up to suck down the rest of the liquid, the alcohol burning my throat. I couldn’t hold my liquor and I could feel a slew of emotions brewing in me. My body wanted to shut down and take the hangover, but I didn’t want to.

--Shilo--
No! No! Bad…

Pulling myself up, I returned to the desk, my written letters lying tossed on the desk and floor. Letters to my opponents. Those shams of people that were as pathetic as the others. All those others. Didn’t respect me. The clown jokes…the fucking dead-people jokes. I’d hear them over and over again from those uncreative idiots. I was better than them!

I tossed my letter to Chad away onto the floor. That was good enough, not like he was going to say anything important about me. Nothing I hadn’t heard before. Nah! I wanted to write a letter to someone I wanted to insult and take down a peg or too! Yeah! Really stick it to this guy. Stumbling, I felt my hand reach out and bang the table accidentally but I felt no pain, instead, I grabbed the paper and pen again and I thought of it.

--Shilo--
Shawn Winters… NO NO!


I wanted to get his attention! Wanted him to read it and be crushed-

OH! I thought of it in a second and laughed a hiss-laugh, I sounded like a duck! Oh! Ducky would like that impression. QUACK-HISS! Laugh on that one! I laughed again and again and again…
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OOOOHHHHH SHAAAAAWN!!!

Sorry, this isn’t a love letter from one of your “many admirers”. Not even gonna tease you and say it’s a letter from Holly Adams. That’s who you’re chasing now, right? Or is it Stacy Kissenger? I don’t fucking now. You hang around more ladies than a pimp at midnight, so not like I can tell the difference.

You! You of all people deserve a letter from me! You are the luckiest son of a bitch in the world! You changed out of the cage for a simple ass0kickinh by Jake Starr! I hope I’m still able to catch that match cause it’s gonna be funny as hell! I hope you don’t pull an Ammo and just take the beating and lose like you did with Cherry.

Ooops! Was that a sore spot, Shawny! Okay, I won’t say it again. I won’t say how you, the SCW champion, got your ass handed to you by the man I beat for the SCW title and the US title. I won’t say you looked like a total jackass and…and Jake Starr…I won’t forget about him! He said…you’ve always been hiding! YAY! That’s it! That’s the one.

Big SCW champion playing hide and go seek! How funny is that! My question is…where will you hide that is safe from me?

Ooooo, I remember you beating me. I haven’t forgotten that lowblow. No no! I remember. Hide and seek…but Shawn play dirty!

I suppose when I win the chamber, you’ll throw rocks at me! Oh! You didn’t know that? Yeah, I’m gonna win the chamber match and face you for the SCW title. I figured you’d like to know instead of talking about “clown jokes and fucking dead people” like you did in your first promo at Rise to Greatness. Yeah! I remember that too… that was a great match. In fact, I can say all this shit that’s happened to me has been because of you…

Yeah! All this, all this shit is because I need to face you again. Because I want to face you again. So way to go in ruining my life and my career, you lucky piece of shit! It’s your fault! It’s your fault! IT’S YOUR FAULT! IT’S YOUR FAULT!!!

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--Shilo--
YOUR FAULT!

I didn’t stop. I grabbed the paper that held my “writing” and suddenly, I had my letters in my hands, all the ones I had written to each superstar. With a shout, though I didn’t recognize the voice, my hands ripped up the papers, scattering them around the room in a blizzard of scraps. It was like in a fucking snowglobe and the papers were the snow. WEEE! Had I said that?

I wasn’t sure. I was sure I was the one that collapsed on the floor and felt the tears stinging my eyes. Stupid drinking. Making me cry.

--Shilo--
It’s not fair…not fair

Who was talking? Was that me? Please! I was too fucked up to talk, wasn’t I? Meh, I didn’t want to know. I didn’t want to write to anyone anymore. I hated writing letters. I hated talking to people. I hated how my life had gone in less than a few days. More tears fell…

--Shilo--
Mother gone already. Title gone…all gone…


Oh wow, that WAS me talking and crying too. Angrily, I pulled myself to my feet. This was pathetic. Shaking, my hands reached my black bag, pulling out the materials needed to make Necro. I didn’t care if I ended up in the hospital again. Unconsciousness was better than this fucking high and low emotional ride. I didn’t cry! I didn’t stumble! I didn’t lose! YEAH! I was the Necro-Merchant! I was Shilo Valiant!

My hands mixed the contents, though it took a few tries to actually get it right. There was some on the floor and bed, but eventually, I held the vial of blue illumination in my hands. I could see the color dance within the container.

--Shilo--
I hate you all…

Oh how I meant that. Meant that more than I realized. Hated my mother for hurting me like this. Marina for leaving me here without trying harder to go with me. Didn’t she know that I would be emotionally broken from losing the US title. Shows how much she knew about me! Hated them all!

I lifted the vial to my lips and was about to feel the glass when I heard a click in front of me, the door unlocking. The door opened and a bright light flowed in, hurting my eyes. Was I already in the hospital and waking up? Wouldn’t surprise me if this was just a dream and I woke up…

There was not a sound, but within a second the vial had been knocked out of my hands. I saw the blue liquid spill across the carpet before the glow was suddenly gone.

--Shilo--
NOOOO!

I screamed it as I stumbled forward, or tried to. I wanted to suck it out of the carpet. However, I couldn’t move. Something was holding me.

--??--
Shilo! Get a hold of yourself! Stop this!


Constant demands trying to control me. I hated it! Everyone wanted a piece of me. Wanted me to do exactly what they wanted when they wanted. What about what I wanted?!

That thought…suddenly I was the crying merchant. I was the broken man. I was the drunk sobbing boy. It was all me. Not just watching, but being…

--Shilo--
I give and give…and they…they ask for more…they’re so greedy!

--??--
I know…

--Shilo--
I just wanted to have fun! I didn’t ask for this!


My words were sobs and yet this holder, this being, took it all without a condemnation. Why couldn’t everyone be like this? My mother, Marina, Spider, they all lied and wanted something from me. Why couldn’t I just be me? Why was everyone so selfish?! It wasn’t fucking fair!!!

--??--
It’s okay…it’s okay…


The form held me tight as I continued to sob. How long I cried, I couldn’t recall, but it ran clear into the night…I was unconscious before I even knew it…but I still felt those arms around me…

And it wasn’t the people’s arms…it was one person…

One person amidst the sea of haters…

And they would hate me…when the letter I had written early that day before all this happened…when it was publicly displayed…

Displayed to the world by a Twisted Jester…

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Necrophiliacs and Junkies of SCW,


I’d like to apologize for my loss to James Evans and the loss of the United States Title. Perhaps we can take comfort in the knowledge that it is to be defended at the Pay-Per-View now that it is off my hands. About one-hundred and eighty days as the United States Champion, defending against four amazing stars. I’d like to apologize that it was such a shock to you all to see such an end to a good title run. I’d like to apologize for performing for you the best I can and not being able to win once more, cementing my losing streak to five matches.

I’d like to apologize…but it’s not my fault that this happened.


It isn’t! Seriously, a shock? What did you expect to happen? James Evans had weeks of no matches to prepare. To study my particular style. For fuck’s sake, that’s how he beat me! I was so busy fighting Greaternity, Chad Evans, Katie Steward, Masquerade, Shaun Cruze and Christy Matthews. He had no one! Not a person for weeks to fight or be worried about! That’s how he reversed the Morning Star! He knew! He was ready for me! How much you want to wager how “well” he would have fared if the roles were reversed and I had time to rest from all these battles while he fought non-stop for you?!

But oh! I don’t get time off, do I? I’m expected to be there every show, performing and entertaining you. That’s what I promised I’d do. To entertain you. Apparently, that gives the new boss of SCW, O. D., the authority to just give out shots and time off to anyone he chooses. He can just give James Evans a title shot when he’s on the bottom end of the ranking system. Meanwhile, he can overbook me, wear me out, because “Shilo can entertain more people that way!”.

Seriously? That’s the logic? I’m a fucking human being! Not a machine! I tire, I wear out! I had barely a week to recover from being busted open for Christ’s sake! Evans had weeks! But oh! The title HAD to be defended, right? Couldn’t wait till after Under Attack when it made sense. No! O. wanted it now…

That’s how it is in SCW right now, isn’t it? D. calls the shots on whoever he wishes. Already, he GAVE Shaun Cruze another chance in the chamber, one he didn’t deserve after FAILING his guaranteed shot! He handed Jake Starr Shawn Winters, thus allowing Shawn Winters to weasel out of the chamber! And now…when I win the chamber, I’ll be tired from my performances every week for the last month, but I’ll need to wrestle Shawn Winters, who wrestled TWO matches this month, and he will easily weasel out from his match with Jake via disqualification, letting him win or interference. Once more, I need to jump through hoops to get what I want and what will entertain you. It can’t just happen. NO! James Evans can just GET his shot, but the jester needs to survive a fucking chamber!

Oh! Don’t read this and think you’re exempt, people of SCW. You’re not!

You are guiltier than Dracheweych!


YOU! Every one of you is responsible for this! I realized it when I lost to James Evans. I had given you weeks non-stop of all I had, fighting for you. To entertain you! To make your views of this show excited and enjoyable! Yet when I lost to Chad Evans in the battle royale…you screamed your approval to him! A man that has bailed on you, SCW, and entertaining you more times than I can count! A man that backstabbed his own family, James Evans, and who bailed on his tag team partner, Kaitlyn, during a Tag title match that you wanted to see. YOU CHEERED HIM OVER ME?!

Then again, when I lost to James Evans, a match that could have gone either way…you cheered him! And remained silent for me. I, who had given you a hundred and eighty plus days defending this title for you! The title I called “Our championship” and you rejoice that it is out of my hands!

Doesn’t stop at that, either! Before all that…you praised Shawn Winters! I bring you into the arena to entertain you. To give you a match to end all matches on the grandest stage of them all. I kick out of everything, digging deep, injuring my leg, and it takes two Graven Images to put me away…and then…the camera is off me and onto Shawn, and you are chanting his name! Shawn Winters’ fucking name!!! The man that has insulted you, every one of you, a man that spits on entertainment with hiding, lowblows, interferences, everything!

Over me, the man that gave you EVERYTHING! That gave you everything I had! I’ve sacrificed everything for your entertainment! My wife, Marina, who suffers each day without me there to guide her, my friend Masquerade, our friendship being all but dead because of your constant demands for a reunion of Karnivale without preparing! My titles! Putting them on the line despite my injuries and despite my pain. I DID IT ALL FOR YOU! I entered this fucking chamber for the desire to entertain you and to face Shawn Winters in a rematch of Rise to Greatness. I did it for you!

And this is how you thank me? Shocked expressions? Disappointment? Predicting against me all the time?

How dare you! HOW DARE YOU! You have no right to feel disappointment in what I have done! You should feel privileged that wrestlers like Marina and I fight every show that we are booked and not make excuseds That we don’t pronounce long leaves of absences or other countless excuses. You should be praising us each and every night we spend entertaining you as we have! Giving you the nail-biters that you’ve watched for the last year!

But I see you praising Katie Steward and Christy Matthews as possible winners of this chamber match. Katie? Who’s failed every main-event she’s been in? Who’s failed to win a title shot against the World Champion against Christian Savior? Who failed again and again while proclaiming you are all below her? A failure who tells you you’re lower than her? Yet you want her to win? You think she has a chance? Over me? Who survived the Big Top challenge? The ladder matches? The night of Riding the Lightning?! I survive again and again, seemingly unbeatable and the moment I show weakness or unlucky streaks, you jump ship?! I suppose you rather be on the sinking ship of the Matthews? MATTHEWS! Who won’t stop crying about her shot and her problems! Who is part of FUCKING INFAMOUS! The group that ravaged SCW for their own gain. Who NEVER put you first! Who NEVER thought of you when they performed! You believe in her over the man that called you “the people” instead of “the masses” and “maggots” that you are?! Who proclaimed himself one of you! Who made you a vital part of all he was! Who treated you with respect and dignity! No. I don’t even enter as a possibility to be a winner in your minds. You lump me in with the failing Masquerade, who would rather sleep his time away and “wing his matches” then actually study. Who would hold me back in Karnivale because I was destined for greater things. Who wouldn’t stop leeching over my championship reigns for his own “glory”. You lump me with that loser because I’ve lost with him? ME? Who’s beaten him three times?

Get it through your heads you arrogant fools! I’m the better superstar! I’ve held the SCW title LONGER than anyone in this match! I’ve held championships longer than any other superstar in this match! My reigns eclipse theirs! I’ve beaten Infamous, I’ve beaten Brotherhood, I’ve beaten Karnivale, I’ve beaten royalty, I’ve beaten God and his crew, I’ve beaten newcomers, I’ve beaten old-guys. I’VE BEATEN EVERYONE. I’ve beaten the best!

Look at me, ingrates! I AM THE BEST! I am the entertainer! I am untouchable! You push me, I push back. You knock me down, I get back up. You knock me out? I come back stronger than ever. Or have you forgotten that NO ONE has pinned me one-on-one more than once? Every rematch? I’ve won! Every time! Because I adapt! I change! I evolve to match the entertainment…

Well, it is time to evolve again. Before your very eyes, I will change. Because you have changed too. You’re not the people of SCW I knew. You’re not the druggies and the entertained. No. I see that now. O. has proven that to me. This all started with him!

He began overbooking me by listening to you! Don’t you see? Without Sasha to sort through the cries of you masses, I became the star of every show. No one would step up like I did. The demands became many…because O. appeases every fan. Because you’re all greedy! You’re all selfish, greedy ingrates! You wanted Shilo to face Greatnerity, O. gave it to you. Sasha would have looked at that match and scrapped it. Why? Cause it made no sense! She would have scrapped me facing Evans. Why? Cause Evans did NOTHING to earn his shot! She would have booked him like she had me if he had. Make the field fair. Make it an even-handed match, instead of the one-sided screwjob that O. wanted and that you, the fans asked for!

You are the reason this has happened! You are the reason I have been on this losing streak, and I have had it! I’m done! All this time, I’ve been fighting to give you what you want. But you’ve now changed from a collective voice of what is right and entertaining in this business to a flurry of shouts, all demanding different things, and demanding the wrong things to happen. The undeserving to receive a push. The liars and cheaters to be praised! For coward-ness and betrayals to be cheered for while hard work, passion, and desire to do things the right, complete way is ignored…dismissed…

YOU ARE NOT THE PEOPLE OF SCW I PERFORM FOR!

Therefore, I will not perform for you this coming night in a chamber. I refuse to do what you think you want for entertainment. You loud, unorganized, ungrateful jokes of human beings haven’t the vaguest idea what is entertaining. You just shout and raise your arms whenever you feel the need. Like monkeys in a cage, you possess no logic about your surroundings, merely that shit is happening. I KNOW WHAT ENTERTAINMENT YOU NEED!

That is what I am going to fight for. What is entertaining to me and what entertainment you need. And what you need is to see Shawn Winters face Shilo Valiant for the SCW championship. You need to see the jester get his rematch that he has been denied because of all of you and SCW. You need to see me expose Winters worse than Cherry did. As the cowardly fraud of a man and champion that he is. You NEED me to open your eyes and show Sasha how this SCW has already started to deteriorate without her to aid me in entertaining the REAL people of SCW, not the bastards that O. had filled the arenas with.

You are all I have said and far worse, SCW. And I am done pushing myself for YOUR warped version of entertainment. Under Attack, I’m going to give you what you need to be entertained. I’m going to show you what true entertainment is. Not the decaying matter O. has feed you and you love, you seplophiliacs! I’m going to tear through five other superstars, their blood being on your hands! I’m going to do that and face Shawn Winters in the match that WILL be entertaining. I will BEAT Shawn Winters, because I am the better performer and wrestler. And THAT will be entertaining too. And I will be the SCW champion for a second time, ending his pitiful reign as his other two ended. Him, knocked out…broken and beaten…no more…

And you WILL be entertained. You will cheer me. You will thank me for opening your eyes. You will realize that I am right and all this in SCW is wrong. You will praise me for saving you and giving back the entertainment you didn’t realize you needed!

And I will look you all in the eyes as the heavyweight champion once more and say two words.

“You’re welcome”…


Don’t like that fate? Change the fucking channel…I’m done caring…


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Dan grabs Isobel by the back of hair and pulls her up, pushing her towards David who stands, watching his Father cradle the head of Pixie. He puts his head to her chest, then his fingers on her pulse, sighing with relief as he feels something, however faint

Dan: We have to get her to a Doctor, and fast.

David: She isn’t going anywhere Dad

Dan: David, son, you have to realise, that formula…

David: I don’t care; she isn’t going to the hospital

Dan: But David, she will die if we don’t get her urgent treatment

David: Again, I think you are mistaking me for someone who gives a shit.

Dan scowls, and then stands, rushing to the phone. However his son is quicker, and immediately knocks it out of his hand, pulling the device from the wall and throwing it across the room.

David: I said…NO.

Dan stands to face his son, but is pushed away, his arms flailing as he falls over a chair and to the floor, smacking his head on the concrete as he does. Dan looks at his son in total shock

Dan: What the hell is wrong with you David?

David just sneers across the room at his Father, and walks over, striding over the unconscious body of Pixie as if she isn’t even there. He squats down, his eyes never leaving Dan’s.

David: There is nothing wrong with me; it’s what’s wrong with you that concerns me. Look at you, look at what you have become…you’re pitiful, allowing the Cruze brothers to pull your strings like this. If the experiment works, we win, if she dies, they feel pain, and we win. That’s the only thing that matters

Dan: But, the girl

David: Fuck her…she isn’t important.

Isobel: What…have I done?

David turns to her and smiles, his hand on her cheek

David: What you have done my dear is precisely what the weak fool I used to called my Father should have done a long time ago. You’ve struck the final blow for us Isobel, you should be proud

Isobel: But, she might die

David: Not you as well…she’s nothing, nothing you hear me?

Isobel nods, but David isn’t convinced. He grabs her forcibly by the arm, dragging her over to Pixie’s unmoving body.

David: You…you did this. If she dies, you’re the one who the police will come for.

Isobel: No

David: Oh yes…and I’ll tell them the whole story, what you did.

Isobel: But…

David: Unless you snap the fuck out of it right now, and help me get her onto the bed.

Isobel: No…I can’t…it’s not right

David: Isobel…I’m warning you

Isobel: I…

She doesn’t even have time enough to finish her sentence before David slaps her across the face, a blow with such force she is sent to the floor. Immediately her right cheek inflames, and David’s hand print can clearly be seen. Dan gets up, but is immediately pushed into a chair.

David: You’ll stay there old man if you know what’s good for you. Now get hold of her legs Isobel…

He glares at the woman who does as she is told, and both of them manage to get Pixie onto the bed. David checks again, and again a faint pulse is felt.

David: She’s alive…there is no problem; we just need a little longer for the formula to work

Isobel walks over to Dan and sits on the chair arm still holding her cheek. She notices a flow of blood from the back of his head but doesn’t say anything

David: We just have a wait, everything will be ok, you’ll see.

Dan shakes his head, David noticing immediately.

David: Something wrong Daddy dearest?

Dan: What have you become David?

David lashes out with his hand, sending a tray containing syringes to the floor

David: I’ve become what I have had to. If you had the courage of your convictions and had followed through on your threats I wouldn’t have had to do this. If you hadn’t allowed two glorified actors to come in and out wit you, then I wouldn’t have to resort to these levels to win back my inheritance, which is rightfully mine. If you had the balls to be a Father to me, then Pixie wouldn’t be lying here struggling for her life. No, the question isn’t what I have become Dad, it’s about the man you should have been.

Dan: So, you could have murdered a young girl to make a point?

David: Oh no…I’ve done nothing of the sort. Isobel did that. No, what I have done, regardless of what happens here, is send a message to the Cruze’s that I won’t stop taking away from the both of them until I have what is mine.

Dan: So you turn on me, after everything I have done for you?

David throws his arms up in the air, shaking his head.

David: And there it is again…you did nothing for me, nothing was ever proven.

Dan: And why wasn’t it proven David huh?

David: That is irrelevant

Dan: No, it isn’t David, because if it wasn’t for me you’d be rotting in some cell right now. And we all know how the likes of you get treated in jail.

David kneels right in front of his Dad, his arms resting either side of him.

David: What are you implying?

Dan leans back a little, his son’s threatening nature worrying him. He feels Isobel shaking by his side, scared to even open her mouth.

David: Well?

Dan: You know damn well what I am saying David. If I hadn’t paid the young girls parents…

David in that moment snaps, and he draws back his arm in a flash, smashing his fist into Dan’s face.

David: You stupid fucker…when did you say it huh; when the fuck did you say it? You could have left it, you could have just let me sort everything out, but you had to drag up the past. Why…

He grabs Dan by the throat

David: WHY?

David squeezes with his head, and Dan tries to struggle but the younger man is stronger. David knows this as well, and he stares into his Fathers eyes as the life begins to drain. Isobel by now has slid of the seat and is cowering in the corner, wanting to do something but unable to draw the courage. Dan’s eyes close, and then flicker and in that moment he believes all his lost, but suddenly, abruptly, David lets go. Dan gasps for breath, holding his throat, as David stands upright, turning away as if nothing has happened

Dan: I said it David, because it’s the truth. You’re a monster…a sick, freak of nature

David stops, and for a moment he looks like he is going to resume the attack. But he stops and composes himself, turning to face Dan

David: And it’s your seed which I came from…so go figure Dan. You made me, and all this…is because of you. You paid those families because of your guilt, because you know all of it is your fault. From the moment I was born, right up to the present, you have been shaping the person which I have become, so if I’m a monster…Dad…it’s because you are too. Now, you can watch the bitch croak her last breath, but I’ve more important things to do with my time…Isobel, come.

He motions to Isobel who gets to her feet, gingerly walking over to David who rubs her cheek.

David: Let’s see if you can earn your keep huh?

Isobel knew precisely what he meant, but doesn’t say a word. Dan watches as they both leave the room, and his attention is then drawn to Pixie, lying still on the bed. He stands the marks evident on his neck still, and walks over to the bed, holding Pixie’s hand.

Dan: Hang on Pixie…please, hang on.

A single tear rolls down his face, a symbol of the misery he felt right now. If Pixie died, if the formula had poisoned her as he expected, even if he had it, no amount of money was going to keep David out of prison, in fact he would probably end up joining him. He had been adamant that Orlando would pay, but now that opportunity had been taken away and Dan didn’t know what to do.

Dan: For God’s sake Pixie…wake up…PLEASE.

He drops to his knees, almost in prayer

MEANWHILE – ACROSS TOWN

The car comes to a halt at the end of a long mud track, just as the heavens open and it starts to rain. It had been threatening to rain for a while, and on the journey across Shaun had found himself staring at the clouds, just trying to take his mind away from the thoughts dominating his mind.

Fact was, he felt guilt thinking it, but even with Pixie in so much trouble, and the possibility of what she was going through, Shaun still found his mind wandering to Melissa, the girl who had taken his heart and turned it upside down. He hadn’t wanted her too, but she had when he wasn’t looking and with every passing moment he was realising it was Melissa who he wanted to be with.

Orlando had told him so many times how complicated being a wrestler had been for him when it came to relationships, but with Shaun it was the other way around. Pixie was the one who was complicated; everything that had happened had soured his feelings for her. It made him feel like a bad person no doubt, but he yearned for those moments which he spent with Melissa on the beach, by the sea, when nothing else had mattered. She had her own life; she didn’t need looking after like Pixie did.

Orlando: You ok man?

The words from Orlando sat in the driver’s seat snap Shaun back to reality and with it he realises that the car has stopped and that it is raining. He turns to Orlando and nods

Shaun: yeah, I’m good…we here then?

He turns to Chris who nods

Chris: Yeah, this is the place; it’s just down there on the right. So how we going to play this, sneak in through the back door and take them out. Wait till nightfall so they least expect it?

Shaun: No, we are going to walk up to the front door and knock

Chris: You what?

Shaun: Well, if there is a doorbell we may ring that, but in essence it’s through the front door

Chris: But..?

Orlando takes off his seat belt and turns around nodding

Orlando: I agree with Shaun, there is nothing to be gained by bursting in, that way Pixie might get hurt. We’ve got the information we need, there isn’t a chance in hell they are getting out of this one, so we play it civilised.

Chris: Civilised…wow, I can do that I guess.

Chris takes a handgun from out of the belt of his jeans

Orlando: What the hell…what you got that for?

Chris: I thought we might need some insurance that’s all

Orlando: Well we don’t, get rid of it…NOW.

Chris: Ok, Ok…sorry

Orlando sighs, and shakes his head at Shaun who shrugs. Shaun was a bit non-plussed over the whole thing, and having a gun might have been a good idea if they needed some persuasion. However, he was willing to trust Orlando’s judgement on this one and goes along with his brother. Orlando leans forwards, about to start up the car again, but Shaun stops him

Shaun: Bro?

Orlando: Yeah

Shaun: It…it doesn’t matter

Orlando: No, come on, what’s up?

Shaun rubs his eyes, suddenly feeling a little tired, the situation getting a little too much

Shaun: I don’t think I should come along

Orlando: What? Why?

Shaun: Pixie and I are finished Orlando, its Melissa I want. I know we have to get her out of there, I know that. But I don’t want her to get the wrong idea you know, that I risked my life to get her out of there.

Orlando leans back in his seat.

Orlando: Look Shaun, I don’t know what’s going on in your head, but Pixie is going to be scared, afraid of what is going to happen to her. This whole business with Melissa and Pixie, who you love, who you want to be with, it’s all irrelevant. When we get her out of there, she is going to need a friendly face, someone to hold onto, and whether you like it or not, you are the right person to get her through this. Regardless of your feelings Shaun, you can’t bail on her now, it wouldn’t be right. Let’s get her out of there; you can deal with the rest later.

Shaun feels a sickness in his stomach, and quickly opens the door, vomiting on the ground outside. The rain drenches his hair in seconds, but he doesn’t care. Orlando was right, of course he was, but Shaun was scared, scared of what they were going to find when they got there, scared of what Pixie had been put through. Did he still love her? Was he just concerned? One thing was for certain in all this, he was definitely confused. He leans back into the car, Orlando looking at him concerned whilst Chris chuckles in the back

Orlando: You ok now?

Shaun: I think so…sorry.

Orlando: Let’s just get this over with.

And before anyone else can say a word, Orlando starts the engine and switches on the headlight where peer through the gloom. Without saying a word they travel down, until finally Chris points to a gap, and they turn into a long driveway which snakes between acres and acres of fields. As they drive, Shaun finds himself willing the house in the distance to stay where it is, but it doesn’t and continues to get closer and closer until the driveway ends and the car comes lurching to a stop. Still without a word, Orlando kills the engine and with a single deep breath steps outside into the rain. Chris and Shaun follow, the three of them standing, looking at the house with trepidation, unaware that already they are being watched from above.

IN THE HOUSE

David Douglas sits at his desk, his head back. From out of sight Isobel stands, wiping her mouth, tears in her eyes. She was so scared of what David might do; she had still not spoken a word since the incident in Pixie’s room.

David: That wasn’t bad…amazing what a bit of fear can do

Isobel lowers her head, turning as Dan enters the room

David: Ahh, Father, impeccable timing as usual.

He rummages with his pants, fastening them.

David: So…how is Pixie?

Dan: Still alive…not as you care

David: You’re right…I don’t, but I still need to know which tact I am going to take when I ring the Cruze brothers later

Dan: They have till tomorrow

David: They had till tomorrow when they were dealing in your terms perhaps. Now, they have about…

He looks at his watch

David: Four and a half hours…do you think Pixie will die in that time? Or maybe I should tell them she is dead anyway…decisions, decisions.

Dan is about to say something, but then remembers the intense pain in his throat where his son’s hands had been not that long ago. Dan had seen the look in his eyes, and he was in little doubt he would have done it. He saw hatred for the very first time, hatred in the eyes of his son.

Dan: It doesn’t have to be like this

David: Oh, it does Dad, of course it does. It should always have been this way, from the beginning.

His attention is drawn to the doorbell, and he motions to Isobel

David: Go and see who that is will you…and get rid of them, I’m not in the mood for visitors this evening…unless it’s early trick or treaters of course.

He laughs at his own joke, but he is the only one laughing.

Dan: So, is that it for me then, have you taken over?

David: Well Father, I’d say that became inevitable a long time ago wouldn’t you? I’ve shown I am stronger, more intelligent and have the bottle to get the job done…unlike you. I’d say, the business is better and safer in my hands that yours…wouldn’t you? I’m sure I can find you something to do though if you wish to hang around, making tea, cleaning…that sort of thing. It would give Isobel more time to practice her…technique.

Dan: You’re wrong in the head, do you know that?

David: I think we have already covered that don’t you. You’re starting to sound a little monotonous now.

Dan is just about to reply, when the door flings open, almost crashing into Douglas in the process. Dan steps back, with just a hint of a grin on his face as Orlando, Shaun and someone he doesn’t recognise walks into the room. Isobel follows them, her face reddened with fear.

Isobel: I’m sorry…I couldn’t

David: Just go away Isobel…I’ll deal with this

Isobel: I’m…

David: GO!!!

Isobel scurries out the room, the door closing behind her

Orlando: I see you have inherited your Father’s way with people

David: It’s a trait…now what the hell you doing barging into my house

Shaun: Oh, it’s your house now is it?

David: Yeah…Dad has been relieved of his duties, not quite up to the job.

Dan stands in silence, but still a hint of a grin on his face.

Shaun: We’ve come for Pixie David, where is she?

David: Straight to the point, I like that. There is little wonder people like you Shaun

Shaun: Stop messing around, I’ll ask you once again, where is she?

David: I couldn’t possibly say…sorry

There is a hint of menace in his eyes which Orlando picks up on

Orlando: She’d better be ok…

David: Or else what Orlando? I think you are all forgetting who it is who holds the trump card here at the moment. Now, I’m assuming you have come all the way over here to sign off all your worldly goods to me, in exchange for the fair maiden?

Shaun: See, that’s the thing David, you should never assume anything where a Cruze is concerned.

David: Meaning?

Orlando: Meaning, you either give us Pixie back under your own steam, or there will be extreme repercussions for you, and your Father to deal with

David: Oh my…threatening to the very last. I’m not my Father Orlando; I’m not scared of you. You lay a finger on me and I’ll be straight onto the police and doing you for assault.

Shaun: Well, that would save a bit of time

David looks at Shaun confused

Shaun: It would save us calling them

David clasps his hands on his desk

David: Hmmm, I’m intrigued Shaun. See, I’ve studied psychology, the way the brain works. I look at you, and Orlando, and this other guy who standing at the back like a spare part, and I see no fear. I’ve got the woman you love, and I could have done anything to her, and yet, you’ve burst in here with all the confidence in the world.

He waits for a moment, thinking it over

David: Guess what Father, the terrible trio have a plan, and it’s a good one as well, I can see it in their eyes

Dan doesn’t comment, and for a moment catches Orlando’s eye. Did he see Orlando smile at him then, what did Cruze know?

David: So come on then, let’s hear it?

At this point Chris Clay steps from the back, catching them all by surprise and taking out a piece of paper. Orlando and Shaun smile as they realise what he is doing.

Chris: Ten words David, ten words that mean this is all over and we will walk away with Pixie.

David: Oh…this I have got to hear. Watch and learn Father, this is the moment I show you how to deal with this.

He sneers confidently at his Father, but Dan isn’t looking at him, he is wondering more what Chris is going to say…

SECOND CHANCES

He stands, his shoulder resting against the door frame, one hand in the pocket of his jeans. His head is slightly to one side, as if listening for something. His eyes never falter, and he stares directly down the camera lens. He begins to speak, quietly, but confidently.

“I remember, prior to Apocalypse, all the talk was about how this young upstart from the IWC had gate crashed the company and was now somehow competing for the biggest prize in the company. This ‘boy’ who had come from nowhere had leapfrogged over everyone, and now, was getting a chance he didn’t deserve. I also remember after Apocalypse, as the fallout continued, how there were those that took great pride in claiming they had been right, that I never should have been in the match anyway, and it was inevitable that I would lose. They questioned the judgement of those that know much more about this business than they ever will, the people that made the SCW a success in the first place. Then, as the five people plus Shawn Winters were named, the ones who would compete for the title at Under Attack, these self same people took great pleasure that I wasn’t amongst them and that I been set back to the minor leagues. I’d got my shot, because I’d been lucky enough to win the Scaffold Scramble, and now parity had been realised, and I was back where I belonged.

And I thought about this for quite some time, the reaction from some of my peers. To an extent, I found myself agreeing with them, because in all honesty I had won a match which enabled me to leap frog over those that were probably more deserving that I was. I couldn’t deny that, it was true. Was I right that I got a shot at the world title, remembering it was I that chose that title, before say…Shilo Valiant. Surely, it would have made sense for him to get a rematch before I got anywhere near those heights? However, those were the stipulations, I knew what people would say, and I was prepared for it. I knew words wouldn’t be enough in this instance, and I had to make the most of my chance. I had to prove without any shred of doubt that I belonged in the title mix up. I could only do that by ensuring Shawn Winters had to give everything to get past me. Did I do that? I’d say so, no matter what some doubters think. I think the biggest evidence of this is the look on Shawn Winters face as he desperately tries to get himself disqualified, knowing he is teetering on the edge. Yes, I showed the world I belonged, and in doing so, proved without any doubt I was right to take the shot. Shilo can bang on about me not being ready, that’s his prerogative…however it was all about discovering if I was punching above my weight, and the answer to that was categorically…no.

But still, when Sasha made her announcement, and I wasn’t in that match, I wasn’t particularly surprised. I mean, I’ve already spoken about the fact I’d already jumped the queue once, it wouldn’t make sense if those who I had passed didn’t get their chance. I accepted that, I wasn’t going to bitch and whinge about it. I’d just put on one of the matches of 2011, my stock has risen to higher than ever before. I was happy in my place in the SCW, and I was looking forwards to seeing if Shawn Winters could get past his latest challengers. I’d keep working hard, and I was going to make damn sure 2012 would be the year that I really kicked on in this company and would do my damndest to claim my second chance. Little did I know, fate had a different plan for me.”


He pushes himself from the door frame and the camera follows him as he walks over to an open window. He stands there for a few moments, enjoying the cool breeze on his face, before he sits on the window ledge, he eyes once again meeting the camera.

“Of course, I wish Sasha was still running this company, but her being hit by that car, it started off a chain of events that would alter my direction in this company. Sasha gave me my break here, it was her that signed me to the SCW, persuaded me that it was here where I should be, rather than the many other companies who wanted my signature. Seeing her hit by that car, it was sickening that someone would do that, and it was fantastic to hear that she is doing ok. But with that near tragedy, came the return of Olek, and in turn the whole of SCW was turned on its head. I’m not going to talk about the ramifications for Shawn Winters and how Starr will finally get his hands on him, however with Olek making that match; it meant that there was now a spot in the Chamber. A spot that Olek believed I should be the one to fill. And straight away it started; straight away the naysayers were loving the fact I wasn’t in the match in the first place, and that I had only been invited to the party by default. Apparently for some reason, yet again I wasn’t worthy of this chance. When in fact, I saw it differently, I saw it as I was regarded as one of the top seven athletes in this company, a reputation earned in just a mere eight months. My rookie year, yet I was being mentioned in the same breath as these much more established guys and girls. And that my friends, is precisely what I set out to achieve when I set foot in the SCW, and if you had been listening since the outset, you would have known that. Then again, should I really have expected anything but stupidity from these people, especially when most of them are so idiotic they cannot even get the simplest of facts right? But I’ll come to that later…Chad, keep listening”

He grins, just as he did as he had listened to the video promos for the Battle Royal. There were still those that didn’t have the first clue what he was all about, and probably never would. Mostly they were too self-centred to see what was blindingly obvious, they couldn’t see the threat.

“But, I shouldn’t really be surprised, because listening doesn’t seem to be a trait that the SCW roster has in abundance. It’s funny to hear some of the sewage that comes from the mouths of these so called established superstars, funny in the sense I can find it humorous anyway. Considering the time that many of these men and women have been here, you would have thought they would have learnt the basics, however most seem more intent on making up stories and lies, which brings me nicely onto my first opponent in the Chamber and the guy who will enter immediately after me, Shilo Valiant.

Shilo, you’re a former world champion, and someone who I’m going to be honest, I respected more than most around here. I remember it wasn’t that long ago that you held both the World and United States titles, and defended them with honour and courage. However, there was always going to be a time when that all caught up with you, and it seems that time is now. There is no problem with that, it was always going to happen, what concerns me more is the paranoia that you seem to be feeling now that both titles have gone. The disrespect you showed me in your recent promo, indicates someone who is losing the plot, and is adapting a ‘can’t beat them, join them’ attitude with all the rest.”


Shrugging his shoulders he continues

“Struggling to understand? Allow me to elaborate for you. Just because I didn’t address you all individually for the Battle Royal, never for one second meant I didn’t realise what I had facing me, the attributes you all brought to the table. I was fully aware what I was facing, even more so because I had faced three of my five opponents already. You seem to have picked up some bad habits from people around you Shilo, so allow me to put this to bed once and for all. I’m not an idiot; I’m not someone like Chad Evans who believes it is my right to be the champion. I’m ready to earn it Shilo, I’m ready to work hard, and that means I know that I need to prepare.

Coming third in that Battle Royal, right behind you and Chad Evans, I think that in itself shows how far I have come in the last eight months, and to be honest Shilo to claim I am not ready, that’s just ludicrous. I bested Katie Steward, Christy Matthews and Masquerade, all much more established than myself, and yet you truly believe they should be in this match and I shouldn’t? I don’t know if you were being serious or not, but saying I’m not ready for this…because I’m not, it’s not exactly the most intelligent of arguments now is it?

But you didn’t stop there did you? You then went on to say that I’d made a mistake, that in winning the Scaffold Scramble I should have gone for a lesser title, that the world title should never been my aim. Perhaps you are right Shilo, perhaps I should have tried to win back the Adrenaline title, but honestly, if I had, would I be stood her now in front of you? If I hadn’t tried to win the world title, would I be regarded as one of the six in this company capable of winning the Chamber, and then in turn the biggest prize in wrestling? Put like that, it actually makes you look a little stupid doesn’t it Valiant, when my choice, my desire to show I could compete on the grandest of stages, has now led to me being here again? I explained it, several times, why I decided on the world title. You obviously missed it, you were probably giving Masquerade the self same speech on how great you are, and one day so shall he be. Either that, or like everyone else, you simply do not listen”


Shaking his head, he wonders what it will take to get through to these people. Winning the Chamber and beating Shawn Winters wouldn’t surely make his point.

“And, as well as failing ears, it looks like your eyes on are the way out as well. Because, and I’m not being funny here, you must be blind if you cannot see that I had Shawn Winters on the rack, more than once, at Apocalypse. Run the tape again Shilo, and watch as I nearly pin his shoulders to the mat on several occasions, and how only a single distraction went on to cost me my dream. Fast forward to that moment, the look on Shawn face when he see’s the match getting away from him, as he searches for a way out, trying desperately to get disqualified so that he can keep hold of the title. Shawn didn’t dominate me Shilo; he knows he got away with it at Apocalypse. But if I get past you all in this Chamber, he will not be so lucky again.

So for now Shilo, I hope you understand me a little better, and you won’t be so quick to judge next time. You have enough on your hands in this match without underestimating people and making life harder for yourself. If you really think I shouldn’t be here, and I shouldn’t be in this match, it will be my pleasure to re-educate you in what I am all about, and what I bring to this particular table. You carry on making your assumptions my friend, because when that buzzer goes, and your Chamber is open, I’ll be waiting for you. And unlike Masquerade, that is something you can count on. Keep running the mouth pal, keep telling the world how I'm not ready. Because Shilo, you are going to need that mask to hide your face, when I steal that title shot from right under your nose.”


Before the Battle Royal, Shaun had given Shilo nothing but respect, but his opinion was quickly changing. Someone however he still wasn’t sure about was Christy

“Christy, I have to say, more than anyone you are the one that concerns me the most in this match. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not because you are more talented, it’s because quite simply it is impossible to tell which version we are going to get. I mean, Chad Evans says he is the wild card in this match up, but I disagree. Because if anyone is a wild card Christy its you.

What I mean about that is, in the Battle Royal match you were lack lustre. You didn’t bother to promo for the match, and then your performance left a little to be desired, and wasn’t what I had expected from you. But then, on the other hand, I watched with awe as you almost pulled off an amazing win at Rise to Greatness, almost going all the way. Fact is, when someone can put in a performance like that, they have to be respected, but it doesn’t help with preparation.

Because I’d love to forget about you Matthews, concentrating on four others rather than five of course makes the situation easier, but I can’t, because it would be just like you to enter at the beginning and then go all the way, through each and everyone of us, then onto Shawn Winters for the title. I for one wouldn’t be surprised if that happened, but then the same could be said at the other end of the scale, it would be just as likely that you are eliminated first. But, if one thing is for certain, you cannot be discounted no matter what. I’ll know that you can come from absolutely anywhere in that chamber and I can assure you I’ll be looking out for you, should our paths cross. You’ll learn that about me Christy, I take nothing for granted, unlike Chad Evans or Katie Steward. I know of your threat, and I’ll be doing my damndest to ensure you stay grounded, where I can take care of you. But for now Christy, I’ll reserve judgement on you…good luck”


He didn’t know too much about Christy, but he had a feeling he was about to find out. This was too big, too huge for her to go out with a whimper. He was taking nothing for granted where she was concerned. Much the same as he wasn’t with Katie Steward.

“Keeping with the theme of the girls in this match, Katie, you and I have gotten ourselves quite acquainted over the past few months haven’t we? At the Anarchy in the UK PPV it was I that came out on top, but then you claimed your revenge just a few weeks later with a victory over me, bringing the scores to one a piece. I know, without any shadow of a doubt you are one heck of a competitor, and yeah, I could even go as far as saying that yes, you may achieve your dream and win the Chamber, and go on to face the Champion, but only, if you stop pretending to be something you so obviously are not.

These acts, this pretence about being scared of the Chamber, do you really; really believe anyone is buying it? You talk of how you are going to go into your little trance, and focus on nothing else but getting to the very end. I’m telling you now, no matter how much you say it, I’m not going to believe you. To be an actress, you need to make people believe in your emotions, and when I look at you I don’t see the scared little girl you are trying to portray. I see a cold, calculating woman who believes this is her best chance of claiming the world title. You think a trance is going to save you, getting in that zone is going to stop the agony you are going to experience? You’re wrong Katie, even though you are not scared, you have every right to be. Because it’s going to hurt, to get through us all, you are going to have to endure a whole shit storm of pain. And not even your little breathing exercises are going to dilute that. I don’t believe your scared Katie and this is not a performance worthy of an Oscar…maybe a Razzie is in the offing though…swings and roundabouts huh?”


His eyes leave the camera for a moment, as he looks out over the open fields, a picture of calm if ever there was one. There was no evidence of the storm that was coming, and had been predicted by many

“Next up, it’s Masquerade, and if ever there was a person whose name matches the persona it’s gonna be you isn’t it? I’ve pulled up a lot of people in the SCW for being fake, but if anyone is a masquerade of a wrestler in the SCW it has to be you doesn’t it? You do know the meaning of the word in its verb form right…to pretend you are something you are not?

I remember the last time we faced off prior to the Battle Royal in the Scaffold Scramble, the promises you made me, the anger in your voice as I dared to suggest you were nothing but a puppet. I honestly believed we were going to see a different guy going forward, that you were going to step up to the plate. Turns out I was wrong, and the guy I see before me is just the same who seems content with being…average.

I used to get it pal, I used to get the whole following Shilo around like a sheep. You saw a man who was on a tear, knocking over all comers on his way to claiming silverware. I could see, how you would learn from the man from teaming with him, I understand why you would do it, even if I didn’t agree. But now, with Shilo on the wane, you still follow him around like a little puppy, scared to make your own way in the world. You really, really want to be someone in the SCW, but still this loyalty and need to act like the court jester holds you back. Everyone around here speaks highly of you, yet they all, like me, know that you could be so much more. Honestly, though it would give me great pleasure to be wrong, I could see you eliminating yourself from the Chamber if it’s just you and Shilo left. Some might call that honourable, some may call it stupid. But one thing is for certain, only one of Karnivale would be benefitting…the same guy who always does.

And I bet you’re sick of hearing it? I mean, I’m not the only one who brings it up am I? But there is only one way for it to stop, and that’s to stop being his go to guy, and be yourself goddamn it. What would give you more pleasure, for Shilo to get his shot at Shawn Winters, or for you to be there in his place? If you answered Shilo, then you really are a lost cause, and there’s nothing any of us can do

But of course, there is something we must never forget, and that is that the two of you will be looking to team up, and take out the competition to get to that scenario I explained earlier, but let’s face it, we’ll only worry about that should you get that far. To last until Shilo’s entrance, you will have to handle Christy, Katie and myself and more importantly stand on your own two feet for longer than you think you can manage. I think you can do it Masquerade, I think you can do so much. The problem is pal, you don’t, and that will be your ultimate downfall once again”


He had one more person to address, and it was someone who had slipped under the radar, and someone with whom he’d not had many dealings with. It was likely that was going to change though, especially with his comments of late

“You know, there are two types of people in this business. There are those that believe they can be the World Champion, and then there are those who believe it should be theirs by right. Chad Evans, you fit perfectly into the second category, because you must be one of the most egotistical men I have ever met. I listen to you, and whenever you are talking about yourself, the words flow freely with impressive vocabulary. Unfortunately, it’s when the topic turns to other matters, and you have to address others where you fall miserably short. It’s a fact Chad, that someone like you, who cannot think beyond the end of his own nose, will always thrive when talking about their favourite subject, but only one word can sum up your attempts elsewhere…idiotic.

He stands, walking the short distance across the room, before making himself comfortable on the sofa. He lifts his right leg, placing his foot on his left knee, his hands clasped behind his head

“Where do I start with you Chad, I mean I could go on about the whole ‘God’ thing, but that’s been done to death. I could talk about the arrogance, how you have disputed that anyone can touch you, or I could talk about how you are discounting me as just some other ‘waste of space’ from IWC trying to make his name in the ‘big leagues’, but again, how many times do I have to go over that with people. No doubt you’ll bring up the fact you are entering the Chamber last, and how that means you’ll be fresh, so therefore I could counter with you having history of not using these advantages. It could also be said that people like you, they never have the desire required, when a match like this gets dirty as this inevitably will do, and it stands to reason you’ll be looking to hit the eject button sooner rather than later.

No, I’m not going to deal with any of these points, however relevant. No, I’m more interested in how you think you can paint yourself as a wildcard, when in fact I can name probably ten others wrestlers in this company that are cut from the exact same cloth as you. Yeah, perhaps they are not as skilled, but there is no chance of you coming into this match and surprising us, because we know precisely what we are going to get from you. You’ll take shortcuts, you’ll cheat, and you’ll blind side whoever you can, that’s not a wildcard Chad, in fact you’re probably more obvious than most, even bland old Shaun Cruze. Yeah, you said that Chad, so how am I bland huh, simply because I speak the truth, and I don’t have to pad out my promos with bullshit? I don’t know if you’ve noticed Chad, but those fans in the arenas see me as far from bland. I excite them Chad, they want to watch me kick your ass. Its comments like this that compounds your stupidity. But, it wasn’t the most stupid thing you said…oh no, you really went to town on that one.


He brings his foot down so both are flat on the ground, and leans forwards

“To really be a success in this business Chad, I think you have to feel it, you have to have a desire for the industry. The long weeks, tiresome flights to and from England, if I didn’t believe in this business, and what I was doing, I would have grown tired of it already. I’ve lost count of the amount of DVD’s, tapes and such that I have watched to get a knowledge of my opponents, to prepare myself the best I can for what I am going to face. As such, I have a good knowledge of our industry and the people in it. I know the history of the SCW, same as I know the history of the ULW, the IWC, the FWA in England and the many, many other companies dotted around the globe. When I came here I knew of CID, of Xander Valentine, Greg Cherry et al, I go to know as much as I could, because without such knowledge, I wouldn’t have know this place was right for me. The big names, like Lethal Weapon, like Hurse of who you speak, I’ve know their histories, and what they did for this business.

Where am I going with this? Well, I missed a big name off that list, and it’s a name that the likes of Jay Gold and Chris Lawler would know like the back of their hand. Orlando Cruze is a name that is synonymous with the SCW, because of the battles he had with the roster here. He, with Chris Cortez, defeated the SCW way back in 2006 I believe it was. He did a lot of things in IWC, he was a five time world champion there, the only man to be able to claim that, but do you know something Chad, there is one thing he is not…and that’s my Father.

He’s my Brother you clown, we both have the same Dad, and it’s this lack of detail that leads me to believe that you are not anything more than the jackass I think you are. It’s an easy mistake to make right? No, you’re wrong, its not. It’s the kind of mistake I should be making, someone who hasn’t been here a year yet. I’d forgive you, but you’re a former World Champion Chad, this type of oversight is inexcusable. You’ll shrug it off of course…but it’s this kind of ignorance that will cost you in the Chamber. Winning the Battle Royal was only half the job, yet you believe you already have the Chamber won. It’s these kinds of mistakes, this casual attitude, that’s going to see you leave Under Attack empty handed.


Leaning back in the sofa, the material settles around the contours of his body. He smiles, almost breaking into a laugh before continuing.

“Every single one of you is going to be putting forth your arguments, why it is going to be you who will advance to face Shawn Winters. I accept that out of the six of us, it is I who is lacking in experience; however I have already won a match like this, a match that gave me my chance at the world title. I can assure each of you, I’m going to be busting a gut to do it again and honestly it didn’t matter where I finished in the Battle Royal, or where I started the Chamber, that was always going to be the case. This is another opportunity for me, another I do not intend passing up, because a victory will once again put me in the cross hairs of Shawn Winters, and the SCW World Heavyweight title

And, it is there where I direct my final words, and that is towards you Shawn. Because I know you’re concerned about Jake Starr, who has literally been chomping at the bit to get his hands on you. You’ll be a mess, and no doubt so shall the winner of the Chamber. I’m sure you’ve looked over the field in the Chamber, and you don’t expect me to be there at the end, and that’s fine, I’m ok with that, but I just want to finish by saying one more thing. If I do make it through the Chamber, and at the end of Under Attack it is Shawn Winters versus Shaun Cruze, I’m going to make sure that the third time is a charm. Last time out it was all about me proving that I was worthy of competing for the prestigious SCW World Heavyweight title, and no one can say I didn’t do precisely that. This time, after I beat the Chamber…I’m going home the World Heavyweight Champion.”


The camera pans in, until just his head and shoulders are showing. He smiles, as the scene slowly fades into black
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[align=center]NECROPHOBIA!


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--Bad Wolf--


”Remnants”[/align]


It’s gone! It’s gone! All I worked for…

HA HA HA HA!

No! Stop laughing at me!

You’re a joke, loser!

No! I’ll do better!

You’ll never win the chamber!

No, I can! I will! I will have Shawn for all of you!

WE WANT CHAD! WE WANT KATIE! WE WANT CHRISTY!

Why?! They’ve used you!

They’re more entertaining!

No.

They win!

NO!

HAHAHAHAHA! SAD CLOWN SAD CLOWN! SHILO IS THE SAD CLOWN!



My eyes opened and I shot upright in my bed, but immediately fell down, my head pounding worse than any kick or shot to the head I ever received in the last few weeks. I could hear my blood pumping into my brain and everything, from the birds outside to the traffic that skidded along their way was so loud.

But so were the voices.

I could hear them, as strong as they were in that nightmare.

That nightmare.

I never knew drunken people could dream. Apparently they could, and my nightmare was one that would not go away. Angrily, I covered my ears, trying to will it away. The sounds and the images.

A faceless form stood overtop of me, having broken me beyond what I could endure. Not squeak a win past me like so many had, but genuinely beaten me to the point I could not move. My spirit wanted to move, but my body refused. A wrinkled old hand reached out to clutch at my throat and suddenly breathing was impossible. I still couldn’t move-

I closed my eyes as my hands pressed harder against my skull and ears to try and shut them out. They had all laughed at me in that cage as the old hand…it was O.’s!…his wrinkled, gnarled hand, had squeezed and squeezed till I was sure I would pass out as the winner of the chamber, the faceless being, was it Christy? Chad? Shaun? Even Masquerade or Katie? As they walked out of the chamber and to their SCW championship match. And what did Shilo Valiant…I…have for all his hard work? His constant dedication to the people? They laughed at him with clown jokes and sex with corpses.

The noises were still there. Gods, was it because of that note I had written? The one that I HAD sent to SCW?

Might as well have been a letter or resignation. No! My mind screamed, trying to drown out the voices in my head.

I didn’t want to be the way I was starting to become. It made me sick to have to write that letter. Sick because it was the truth. I missed the SCW Sasha had run. O. had had it less than a month and already, it was turned into a mockery of what it once was. It was all I could do to not scream out in anger, but I would probably upset the neighbors, despite my bedroom having some degree of sound barrier-

My bedroom?

Despite my headache, I looked around my room with one eye-open. Sure enough, I was there, in my room. I was out of my clothes and in my sleep-pants. What the hell?! This wasn’t how I…

I…


My mind forced the headache down to remember last night…

Scribbled notes…

Changing…

Necro…

Arms…


I remember being held, though I wasn’t sure if it was by someone or just my own two arms. I would accept either explanation. I was broken. There was no doubt in that. My faith was shaken. Fair enough to say. More than that, I wasn’t sorry for what I had written anymore. The headache prevented me from feeling any sympathy for those I had targeted. Idiots would claim that it was all about “being cheered or praised” or some shit like that. I could hear Chad Evans and Christy Matthews, and probably even Shaun Cruze taking that route. Katie and Masquerade would be too distracted looking mirrors to notice. But the other three would just be too stupid as to see it for what it was. I couldn’t concern myself with that now. I had to figure out how I had gotten into my bed last night. I could easily conceive that I had stumbled into the room and onto the bed, but now that I had changed into my clothes. My god…did my mother come back? Did she see me the way I was? Immediately, the headache grew worse as stress was added to my list of emotions. The second time I had met my mother and already we had fought and if she saw me like that-

The door handle turned sharply and my head jerked, painfully, to it, my breath hitching in my throat as I saw the door be pushed open. I wanted to say I was sorry, that I could explain, but no words came out. I was too scared. Too scared that I had lost my mother as quickly and suddenly as I had lost everything else in my life. My titles, my respect, my-

--Marina--
You’re awake.

My soul-mate?!

--Shilo--
Marina?

--Marina--
You were expecting someone else?


Before me stood…Marina…How…Why?

--Shilo--
What are-

--Marina--
Here.


She shuffled over to me and handed me a glass of some liquid. It didn’t glow blue, but instead orange.

--Shilo--
Orange juice?

--Marina--
It will help with the hangover. Just drink it.


She stood just in front of the bed where I now sat at the foot of. Slowly looking away, I slipped the liquid into my mouth, struggling with the sharpness but forcing it down my throat.

--Marina--
Slowly.

Another gulp and I took the glass away. It didn’t exactly take away the headache but it dulled it.

--Shilo--
What are you doing here?

--Marina--
You expected me to go to Canada after that little message to SCW?


She crossed her arms and stood before me. I finally noticed that she only wore a thin, blue robe with a matching sash to keep it all tied together. Her words, however, got my attention.

--Shilo--
They posted it already?

--Marina--
It got a hundred hits within a minute. Are you aware of what you’ve done?


Actually, if I had written it last night, I probably would not have the slightest clue. All the other letters I had written were vague memories, barely there. But the one that she was referring to…

--Marina--
Were you drunk when you wrote it?

--Shilo--
No.

--Marina (disbelieving)--
You weren’t?

--Shilo--
No, it was morning when I sent that. Ah, my head.

--Marina--
Keep drinking.


I obeyed and sipped more the juice into my mouth before the reality of her presence hit me.

--Shilo (after a gulp of OJ)--
You were here last night.

--Marina--
Yes.

--Shilo--
That was you…who held me…

--Marina--
You were going to take Necro.

--Shilo--
And you stopped me.

--Marina--
Yes.

--Shilo--
I…I don’t know what to say…


I really didn’t. Perhaps this wasn’t as bad as my mother finding me this way. Marina had already seen me at my lowest in the past, but I could not remove all the guilt.

--Marina--
I want to know what happened.

--Shilo--
I’m sure you figured it out.

--Marina--
I want to hear it from you. Starting with that letter. You realize what this has done to you.

--Shilo--
I don’t care.

--Marina--
Shilo!

--Shilo--
Oh come on, Marina…OW!


My hand clutched my head, pushing into it to try and dull the pain. Looking for any relief, I gulped down a mouthful of the orange juice, ignoring the taste as I suddenly felt the bed give a little as I felt Marina sit beside me.

--Marina--
Don’t shout.

--Shilo--
Alright.


Slowly, I opened my eyes from drinking and looked back up to the woman.

--Shilo--
But it’s true. I mean, how could they do this to us? They stick me in a match marathon before the cage, something no other contestant has to deal with, then they stick you as an enforcer for a title that should have been yours-

--Marina--
Shilo! Stop raising your voice.

Her hands reached up to take mine, bringing them down to rest on her leg.

--Marina--
I’m not saying you were wrong in what you wrote. I agree with it.

--Shilo--
You do?


I could hardly believe she had said that. Perhaps my hangover was making me delusional. I was already hearing voices in my head, though they had lowered to that of a whisper, perhaps I misheard Marina.

--Marina--
I’ve been frustrated for sometime by the choices made by SCW. The introduction of Porno Lad in the Adrenaline royale. The never-ending matches you had to endure. These pitiful matches that had gotten me nowhere. Then I saw how Mr. D. manipulated everything to take you down as the United States Champion. I agree with you, Shilo. With everything you said.


I remained speechless. I couldn’t say a word. I was almost unable to believe I had heard right.

--Marina--
But do you know what you’ve done?


At last, I knew what she was asking. It was one thing to be upset about the unfairness SCW had taken, but to take it out on the power-head and the people themselves? It was career suicide for any face. It was…

--Shilo--
I’ll be a villain.

--Marina--
Not just a villain, a hated one. You’ll be worse than Syren and Chad and Katie. They will hate you for it! Can you deal with that?

--Shilo--
I’ve been hated before.

--Marina--
No you haven’t. Not like this. You’ve been hated by a few people before, but not millions!

--Shilo--
So what? Does it matter if they hate me or not? They obviously don’t believe in us anymore.

--Marina--
Shilo…


She looked at my hands, intertwined with hers and held tightly.

--Marina--
What I am saying is that maybe you should write an apology to the people, explaining you were drunk and under the influence and you’re still there for them.

--Shilo--
What? Then I’m a liar too!

--Marina--
You rather be hated by them?!


Her head shot up to stare into my eyes.

--Shilo--
Yes! I rather be hated by them! I rather be hated for being honest and doing what I think is right then lie and be loved! That’s how I’ve always lived my life. They don’t like the reality I give them then so be it!


I didn’t know why, but the voices were all but gone, the images scattered to the subconscious part of my brain for I couldn’t remember them anymore. Instead, there was a burning in me, which took away the burning in my head.

--Shilo--
I wrote that letter honestly and I’ll stand by it. What happened to me was outrageous and they stood by and watched it happen. I could get hurt in that chamber and they won’t bat an eyelash at me. They will cheer for a coward and prick like Chad! So if they won’t believe in me or what I do, then I won’t believe in them. I rather continue to do what I promised than play to what they “want”. I refuse to-


I couldn’t finish my sentence as Marina’s hands fished around my neck to pull me to her in a breath-taking kiss. I struggled for a moment, but only a moment. I didn’t know what was possessing her or I, but when her lips met mine, the voices were gone, the images were no more and the headache was history. I couldn’t explain it, but it was as if she was an alcohol, a drug, driving out everything else.

Refusing to break her hold, she stood up, pulling me with her and towards the bathroom. I was losing control. I knew it, and I didn’t care. I had lost control in speaking in my letter and I had never felt so free. If Marina was what could make me feel that again, I would lose control with her. I didn’t hold back as I pulled away from her kiss to attack her neck with bites and licks.

--Marina (in-between gasps)--
In…the…shower…


She was fighting with her sash and had it undone in seconds to pull her robe off, revealing her naked form to me. I felt her warm flesh of her chest press against mine as we met for another kiss. This was beyond any drug or drink I had taken. I had had sex with Marina before, but this felt different somehow. Good different. The situation seemed different. Her back hit the door that led to the bathroom of the room. I refused to let her go in right away, and pinned her form to it to attack her breasts with my lips and teeth.

Gods, I never felt so hungry for something. Not even in winning my first US title or SCW title. Not even when we had first fucked. This was something different altogether. Perhaps it was the long time since we had been intimate. Perhaps it was something else… but as I sucked her flesh into my mouth, looking up into her eyes as she ran her hands through my hair, I realized with growing surprise the hunger in her eyes. Her brown orbs almost shone with it and her form, naked before me was tense and waiting to spring. I could smell the scent from her core, strong and filled with desire.

Gods, was this what desire smelled like? It was amazing if it was. It was the desire to do anything to achieve what you wanted. I heard a click as she turned the door with a free hand and opened the door, moving into the bathroom. She spoke not a word, but pulled off my sleep-pants before wrapping a leg around my waist, her whole front pressed against me. With as much strength as I could muster, I pulled her up and over the threshold and into the shower. My mind was racing from this emotional overhaul.

I felt it then as we stood in the shower, Marina closing the door around us and leaning down to turn on the water. The cold hit me first and I shivered, though the reality remained in my skull. The lightning wall that separated my SCW life from my personal life was fluctuating. It was a temporary thing, but there was a relationship between the two cause by one link. Marina.

Suddenly, the desire I felt was compounded by what I had said in my letter. That I WOULD beat five of the top stars in SCW and go on to beat Shawn Winters to become the SCW champion. It would undo everything that had fallen before me. I would be a champion again, the best, and I would have proven that. I would do what no two-year career long wrestler had done. Win a chamber. It had always gone to veterans like The Real Speed and Dillusion. Few, if any, had won it in their first years. I would conquer that accomplishment…

But I wanted to conquer something else as fiercely…

Fiercely, I pulled Marina up by her arms, holding her up to feel the cold water hit her front flush. I heard her gasp as she pressed her behind to me.

--Marina (breathless)--
The cold and hot will help your head-


I laughed at that. Was that me? Was I still in control? I didn’t know for sure. Whoever was in control reached around to grip Marina’s breasts strongly, a sign of possession. She said something but I didn’t hear her. Her foot reached up to kick the water over to hot-water, which shifted slowly. It didn’t help my emotional backlash, only added to it. A hand-slapped her hand.

--Shilo--
Like I care about my head…do you?


One of my hands reached down, lower than her waist, lower to-

--Marina--
No…I don’t care…gods…


She tilted her head to capture her mouth with mine, our tongues intertwining in unity. We were drawing close to that. Perfect unity. It almost sounded so unreal a term for me after fighting her for so long over everything. From my Necro addiction…I could admit to it now…to my mother…to SCW…we had never been able to stand united. Now I knew why as I used my hand to push her back forward, bending her to place her hands on the wall, the water from the shower splashing off and over her back. I was almost gone seeing her bare back like that. The only mark there was the web and spider tattoo on her right shoulder. For once, it made me harder to see my love marked as I was, my dragon and scorpion tattoo similar acts of memory.

--Marina--
Gods…I-

--??--
Shilo?!


The voice rang through the rooms and I was surprised and shocked to her that voice. I recognized it almost instantly.

--??--
Shilo? Are you alright?

--Shilo (yelling)--
Yes. I’m in the shower!

Marina lifted her head in surprise to me, though it must have been difficult from her position. I mouthed the word “mother” to her.

--Madison--
Will you be long?

--Shilo--
No.

My voice felt lower, and I felt the anger and disappointment at this timing. Slowly, I reached out to turn off the water, only for Marina’s hand to reach out and grasp my arm by the wrist, looking up at me.

--Marina--
You have forty-five seconds to pull this together.

I was shocked. Her fire hadn’t diminished. She didn’t care who was outside. Who was there. She knew what she wanted and damn who stood in her way…

I felt the same and didn’t need to be told twice. She released my hand and returned it to the wall. She accepted all of me without a complaint. Hadn’t that always been Marina, though? My many faults and failures, she had been the one that had stood by my side without falter. All at once, I adored her and hated the people that had quickly turned their backs on us the moment we couldn’t win every match they wanted us to. Hated them because I had been foolish enough to believe that they would forgive us for losing and letting them down on the rare occasion. They hadn’t. They wanted us to be their perfect puppets and would accept nothing else. As I filled my soul-mate, I realized how foolish I had been. That letter had been truer than I realized. Who were those people? People who changed their minds on a whim? How could they know what true entertainment was? Marina knew. I knew.

It was her and I. That was all we could rely on. The only true loyalists to one another.

--Shilo (whisper)--
Only you and I.

She nodded her head and was about to let out a moan, but I covered her mouth with a free hand as I felt her convulse around me, causing my own release as I bit my lip to stifle the sound. It was amazing! The two of us, a perfect union…there it was…

The link, the loyalty, the faith. Never faltering in any of those. Only Marina fit that. Not the people and as my form released the emotional charges to return to normal, I realized who I should have been wrestling for in the first place. Not these insolate people Mr. Drachwych had brought in, but those that were still loyal to Marina and I despite my letter. People that wanted true action and excitement and…yes, entertainment…brought back to SCW. People like Marina.

Releasing my breath, I released Marina, who slowly stood up to her full height, the water pouring off her and the showerhead. Carefully, she curled around my form, my arms wrapping around her.

--Madison--
What’s going on in there? A dolphin show?

--Shilo (barely a whisper)--
It was a show, alright.


She smiled brightly at me, her nose wrinkling in mischief.

--Shilo (to Marina)--
Listen to me.


I kissed her forehead quickly before looking into her dark eyes. With her hair a mop and her form soaked, as was mine, she never looked more beautiful to me.

--Shilo--
Whatever happens from here on out, whether we’re villains or heroes or whatever they call it, I don’t care.

--Marina--
Neither do I.

--Shilo--
I’m going to wrestle for you-

--Marina--
And for what we stood for.


She rested her head on my chest for a moment and I could hear her breathing deeply. We truly were thinking alike. There was a time when true entertainment reigned in SCW but that was long gone. Now, to bring it back, Marina and I would be hated and despised by the ungratefully ignorant. So be it.

It was the only way to save them, the entertainment and one another. And in the end, she mattered more to me than them. By a long shot.

--Shilo--
And for what we stood for.


I quoted in agreement as I squeezed her gently. How had it changed so fast? Broken, beaten and worse and all it took was sex with Marina to put everything in perspective. Quietly, I hoped that my letter had done the same for others. Perhaps it would create perspective for other superstars that had become the pawns of Mr. D. “love me, audience” phase and the people’s greed. I could always hope, but it was only wishful hoping, not something I needed to happen. What I needed to happen had been given to me. My own perspective-

I felt a towel wrap around me to dry me off and I was soon dried, thank to Marina, a gesture I returned. Moments later, we had dressed and I was placing gel in my hair.

--Marina--
You look different.

I turned to see behind me. She wore the robe she had come into the room with, her clothes, I assumed in another part of the apartment.

--Shilo--
I am. Thanks to you.

--Marina--
No more drinking?

--Shilo--
I promise.

--Marina--
And Necro?

--Shilo--
I’ll…I’ll try…


She nodded her head in understanding before resting her head against the back of my neck, her front pressed to my back and her arms wrapped up against my front. I stared at the two of us in the mirror, looking so much the same yet so different now. We were on the same playing field and view on SCW now. It was said to see the Pale-Faced Jester die before my eyes, but it was what had to happen. The Pale-Faced Jester could not win the chamber. He could not beat Shawn Winters. He could not be SCW champion and bring back the entertainment. He was a slave of the people. He could do nothing. But I could.

--Shilo--
The Twisted Jester.

--Marina--
Hmmm…

I turned to face her, hearing her response.

--Shilo--
You like it?

--Marina--
I do.


She smiled at me, though I could see the sadness in her eyes. She didn’t wish this path anymore than I did. She knew as I did. No words needed to be said.

--Marina--
Call yourself what you must, as long as you’re still you.


The names were already set in my mind. I had thought of them when I was gelling my hair. But her demand was something that made me shake none the less.

--Shilo--
I promise. I’ll always be me. Always. Now…you want to meet my mom?


Her eyes widened and in that second, the driven and, perhaps, dark black swan was gone, replaced by the playful woman that was my soul-mate.

--Marina--
Like this?

--Shilo--
Well, you don’t have to wear that.

--Marina--
Shilo!

--Shilo--
Oh, please! We just had sex in the shower while she was outside-


Her hand flew up to cover my mouth, though it didn’t stop the smile and laugh that escaped me.

--Marina--
Alright! I’ll meet her like this.

--Shilo (muffled)--
Good.


She removed her hand from my mouth and took a deep breath.

--Marina--
You think she’ll like me?

--Shilo--
Not if I told you what we were doing in there.


She punched my arm then. It stung for a moment but I didn’t say anything till a few seconds later.

--Shilo--
Okay…I won’t tell her, but please (suddenly serious) don’t tell her how you found me.


Her smile vanished and she slowly nodded her head.

--Marina--
I promise.


She understood how delicate the relationship with my mother was, and with what had happened last night, I was grateful for her beyond measure. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked out into the living room area, where my mother sat. She wore simple street clothes and sat in one of the comfortable lazy-boy chairs.

--Shilo--
Aren’t you supposed to be working?


She looked up at me from where she sat.


--Madison--
I got today and the weekend off.

--Shilo--
That allowed for a nurse?

--Madison--
Vacation. I thought we could spend some time together.


She looked away for a moment, and I knew what I had to do. I had perspective in SCW and hated the people there, but that didn’t mean I had to hate my mother who HADN’T wronged me.

--Shilo--
I’m sorry.

--Madison (at the same time)--
I’m sorry for last-


We stopped at hearing each other. A nervous chuckle later, I spoke.

--Shilo--
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the chamber.

--Madison--
I’m sorry I got too worried. I’m…

--Shilo--
I’m not use to it either, mother. People worrying about me, least not more than one person.

--Madison--
You have no one else?

--Shilo--
Actually…I have someone…

--Madison--
A girlfriend?

--Shilo--
Not exactly.


She quirked an eyebrow at me.

--Madison--
Boyfriend?

--Shilo--
What?! No! It’s just…ummm….


I was nervous again. It was almost hilarious and I almost laughed before I turned backwards and into my room. Holding my hand, I felt the relief and love that I would never need from the people again as her small hand was placed into mine. Guiding her out of the room and into the living room. My mother saw me first, but when she saw the woman beside me, she immediately stood up.

--Madison--
Oh…I’m sorry, Drac. I didn’t know…know you had company.


She was covering up, using my fake name. I admired her for how easily she could do it to protect herself and I.

--Shilo--
Mom, it’s okay…I want you to meet someone.


Slowly, Marina and I walked the small distance to stand but a few feet from my mother. She looked so confused, but excited at the same time, my mother did.

--Shilo--
Mother, this is Marina Trent. She is my soul-mate…
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There is a place along the Boulevard of Broken Dreams…past the Roach Motel. It is on the darker section of that area and often, there are the sounds of scrapping shovels.

Scrape…scrape…scrape…


You can hear it as you enter through the iron, rusted gates, covered with vines they are. You can see through the night sky by the torches placed throughout. And there, standing before you by a tombstone is your host. He is your entertainer, the man meant to show you the error of SCW and to show the dark-side of such a world. He is the Twisted Jester, The Blood-Stained Joker, and the Ensane Entertainer. He is Shilo Valiant…


The camera reveals the man spoken of just a moment ago, having gone through the journey for the viewer. Wearing the black leather pants, black leather jacket with red streaks along the front and a maroon shirt, the only thing that strikes this jester different than the man the world of SCW has known are the red streaks that cascade down his face. This jester appears more demonic and angry looking to the viewer, though his smirk reveals his white teeth.

--Shilo--
Hello Seplophiliacs and Phonies!

His cry echoes around the dark area and into the night.

--Shilo--
Welcome to the burial of our relationship. This is where I bury the man you knew as the Pale-Faced Jester and address you as who I now am. The Twisted Jester. I know, strange isn’t it? Confused? “Why Shilo?! Why have you turned your back on the people that gave you your career? Who stood by you?!” Oh yeah, you people stood by me…when I was winning. When I was the man to beat. When I was ahead of the race, ahead of every one else. But when the time came for you to save me. To stand by and help me up, you watched and laughed. You joked. You choose others over me. You let them kick me when I was down. You think guys like Christian Savior, Jason Zero, Adam Riddick, even guys like Lucas Knight and ASP turned because they thought “it be fun”? No, like me, they all came here looking for acceptance, and while they won, you gave it to them. But when they showed weakness, slowing down, you turned and threw your faith and trust onto the next batch, being me. Of course they turned! Of course they forsook you! You ingrates respect nothing but what gives you what you want, not what you need. That’s why we’re here, in this place, the Graveyard. To see your desire as they truly are and bury them.


Turning on one foot, the…Blood-Stained Joker…walks down the path, the camera following him until he is in-front of a old crypt. Like the fence, this chapel-shaped building is covered with vines and stands out in the moonlight. Reaching out to take a torch, Shilo pushes open the door and enters.

--Shilo--
Enter.


The camera follows the former World Champion into the crypt, the torch in Valiant’s hand illuminating only a section. The sound of bones shuffling along the floor can be heard and there is a bat cry once in a while as well. The camera remains on Shilo’s back as he walks down a flight of stairs, passing several tombs.

--Shilo--
The lot of you have placed your faith in the wrong people at the chamber. You believe the selfish and arrogant can change if you believe in them. Or perhaps they will take the time to entertain them if you give them your praise.


A small chuckle is released by the jester as he reaches the bottom floor. The area is large and there are literally dozens upon dozens of corpses in their tombs stacked on top of each other, though there is enough space to see each corpse.

--Shilo--
Let me tell you a couple of true stories, though you could call them ghost stories. There once was a man named Masquerade, who was a random jolly of a fellow. A talented fighter and a cunning strategist. You couldn’t really let the masks he wore throw you off. That was part of his gimmick. He was notorious for his outrageous antics. No stunt was too small or too big for this guy. It made him a tough man to beat. So much so that anyone that beat him would be considered quite the fighter. Personally, he fought me several times and several times he came so close. Had luck been on his side, he would have won. He was that good. But…that was the problem. He couldn’t see that luck wasn’t ever on his side. Actually, there was a great deal he couldn’t see. For you see, for all his smarts at getting inside his opponent’s heads, Masquerade could not see his way through a duel. Often, once the bell rung, he would leave it to fate and fate was not always kind to him. It made the world, and me, wonder if he would ever reach his potential by actually thinking about the ins and outs, pros and cons and possibilities of his fights. Well, one day, he was so smug on himself, that he blindfolded himself, assured that he’d find something great just by “winging it”. I warned him against it but he refused to listen… They say he walked all the way across the Lake Huron Bridge before suddenly walking straight off it. They found his body in the lake, still blindfolded…


Shilo moves his torch over a nearby tomb, showing a corpse with colorful garbs all over it. What is scary to the viewer is the fact that this corpse wears a blindfold over his eyes.

--Shilo--
And a smile on his face.


Shrugging his shoulders, Shilo reaches into his coat and pulls out an envelope. It is designed in embroidery of some kind and looks rather fancy.

--Shilo--
But he is what you want, is that it? You wish to adore this fallen man because he makes you laugh with his little lights, puppets, and sparkles? That right? You couldn’t like him because he’s a former adrenaline champion or a hell of a wrestler? You couldn’t like him because he provided great matches and pushed me to the limit and made me a better wrestler, as well as others? No, you had to like him as a chamber favorite because “he wears masks”. Very well then.


Slowly, Shilo places the envelope in the skeleton hands of the corpse, turning to look back at the camera.

--Shilo--
Consider him invited. Anyone else? What’s that? Hmmm? (leans into the camera to listen) Shaun Cruze? Wow! I’m surprised you’d pick him. He’s always had a tendency of being such a disappointment at these sort of occasions? You sure you want him on the list, ingrates?


Waiting a moment, Shilo shrugs his shoulders.

--Shilo--
Alright. If you want to waste an invite. Doesn’t really surprise me. You’ve all loved this guy since he got here. I’ll admit, he’s a good wrestler too. He certainly did well against the likes of Warren…no…wait…I beat him, not Shaun…he did well against Masquerade… no, I did, beating him three times… OH! He did well against Greg Cherry! He beat him, right? Well…whomever he beat, I’m sure you all know. Not like you chose him just because he’s there, right? You’re not that stupid right? No way you would just pick a guy cause he forced himself down your throats and left a bitter aftertaste of failure there and you’d do anything to have him remove it. No way! I’m reading too much into this right? Well, anyway, Shaun met an interesting demise.


Checking the different corpses, Shilo suddenly laughs before placing his torch over one of the corpses. The camera moves in to see a man in black rags, many of his bones shattered.

--Shilo--
See, Shaun had a little problem. You say one thing about him, he’d dwell on it. You’d say another thing about it, and suddenly he’d dwell on that. Now, if he is loved and chosen by you, he must be a good fighter and he would be an amazing challenge, wouldn’t he? A former adrenaline champion like Masquerade was. You see him, blind-simpletons, and you see a good wrestler. I, too, see a good wrestler, capable of great things, but a stupid one at that. You see, his last words to the world we’re “I am the one with the least experience…I intend to do this…If I do make it…”. Matter of fact, that was always his way. Self-doubt. No killer instinct, you see. Always “maybe” and “if it happens”. No promises to himself or anyone. Let the chips fall where they may. Hope for the best. Like Masquerade, perhaps that’s why you chose him, cause they’re SO much alike. HA HA! That makes sense. But alas, Shaun just loved looking at his life as an uphill battle. Always looking uphill. He never wanted to reach the top of the hill, because he’d have nothing then. He loved to be the odd-man out. The underdog. Always fighting. It gave him spirit and made it hard to keep it down. However, there was one things, besides a Morning Star, that could keep Shaun down…


Looking to the camera, the grin of the jester on Shilo’s lips never fades.

--Shilo--
A large truck. You see, phonies, when you look uphill and uphill only, you only see half the picture. You only see half of what you are supposed to see. And poor Shaun, when crossing the street, didn’t look BOTH ways and see the big picture. He didn’t see the truck. He only saw his precious uphill battle…until the thing he refused to see took him down it…and out of it… Tsk Tsk Tsk…


Despite this sad story, Shilo produces another envelope and sticks it into a rib of the broken skeleton. However, he almost trips and has to grab hold of a platform to keep steady. Looking down, his face is suddenly alight with joy.

--Shilo--
Ahhh! Christy! Didn’t see you there. Trying to get away, again? Naughty naughty. How many times must I tell you that you will never get ahead here. This world is a labyrinth and I am the only one smart enough to get through it. I admire your tenacity though. What’s that?


The jester kneels down to place his ear near the corpse.

--Shilo--
The invitations? No! They are not for you! They are for those that…you’re serious? You believe you will win this chamber battle? The people chose you, too?! You don’t say. Well, you DID win a tournament, but lately, your record has been a little on the rocks, shall we say? Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, another failure could possibly be the death of you…pardon the expression.


There is a moment of silence before Shilo releases his breath.

--Shilo--
Alright, I ain’t your papa. Just make sure you don’t run around. Got it? Good.


Pulling out an envelope, Shilo drops it near the corpse. Turning to the camera, it is as if Shilo can see the shocked expressions on the faces of those watching.

--Shilo--
What? Oh that?! That’s Christy Matthews. Terrible story about her really. Loved sharp things, loved running around wherever she went and getting involved with other people’s lives and events for her own self-gain. One day, she ran too fast while holding scissors, tripped on her own two feet, which she was known to do constantly, and SLIT! Air hole for the lungs! Bled to death, rather sad, really. Oh well, moving on. You’ve seen blindfolds, corpses on the floor and broken bones. Are you entertained yet? No? Don’t care! Alright, alright. Perhaps that was a bit harsh. Perhaps a queen will get your attention, eh? Ahhh, I knew it would. Well, you must follow me. This queen’s subject demanded her own space. So we gave her a corner where no one would look. I mean, who really does look at her anyway? Oh…before we go further…


Shilo stops, turning to the camera, holding up his hand to the viewers.

--Shilo--
For those of you with weak stomachs, faint hearts, or whatever, prepare to throw up. Remember…you wanted this, so you only blame yourselves. Because this queen was notorious as a con-artist, but more so as a choke-artist. Queen Chokesalot they use to call her, for no one would choke like she did. She ruled her subject with fear and intimidation, amassing victories through such tactics and making her a famous and power ruler, but choke she always did. At breakfast, at lunch, at dinner, in battle, at night, “HACK HACK HACK!” On and on it went. It seemed the tougher a situation, the more she choked. Well, one day, the queen was offered a chance to expand her kingdom with new land she could conquer. How could she say no to this? It was what she always dreamed of! So she went into battle that day, her faithful servant Sir Tiny Johnson by her side. Unfortunately, she was challenged by the blood-knight, a ruthless knight that had taken an oath to defend the land and the laws it had created. Believing herself greater than all others, this Queen fought the blood-stained night, as she realized how much more of a match he was to her, she began to choke uncontrollably, her spit from screaming so much becoming lodged in her larynx. Unable to fight, she quickly conceded defeat, preferring to stay alive and not in pain than achieve any worthwhile success. However, her knight, Sir Tiny Johnson, was not too bright and believed that by opening her throat…she would be safe. Well…


The camera turns back over to Shilo, having shown a flashback during Shilo’s story, to see Shilo holding a skull with a crown on it.

--Shilo--
God, it certainly brought a new concept, bringing in the phrases “God Save the Queen” and “Off with HER head!”. Together born! HA HA HA HA!

Happily, the jester sticks another invite into the mouth of the skull of the queen before placing it back into the corpse’s hands.

--Shilo--
Speaking of God, where is he amidst this land of the dead? Where is he to light the sky and tell us of a saving or “divine”-


Stopping suddenly, Shilo suddenly begins chuckling. The kind that makes you think “he knows something we don’t know”.

--Shilo--
He he…Well, god is here. Not THE GOD, but a god. Oh sure, he calls himself “God” all the time, but truthfully, this man was a god in wrestling. A former champion for a whole month, he also defeated some greats as Christian Savior and Shawn Winters. This man was a tower of intimidation…


With a wave of his hand, Shilo reveals a throne chair sitting in the back of the chamber, to the opposite side of where the queen rests. Sitting in that thrown is a skeleton, like the others, but this one is different. This one has bite marks and a posture of complete surrender to pain of some kind, the skeleton almost slumping in the chair. His body is covered mostly with a dark blue and black jacket with the sleeves short with a hood over the head. Without hesitation, Shilo walks up and leans on the arm-rest of the throne, looking at the expressionless skull.

--Shilo--
Doesn’t look like it much now, does it? Well, see, this god loved to fight so much, that he couldn’t walk away from it. I mean, wrestling was the only place he felt any sense of control. Even his followers there didn’t stay for long because of his selfishness. Low, his own relative turned on him because of it. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the will, this god, to walk away. To simply leave and move on. He had to stay, always fighting for himself and always saying he was the best, the god of wrestling. He became delusional, spouting of lines of how he was “destined” for something but it never came true. One day, his dementia got so bad that he attacked a Black Swan! Why? Cause he blamed this poor creature for destroying his power stable. Can you imagine? A bird destroying a stable made by “God”. Isn’t that impossible? Well, fight this bird this God did, and fail he did. The loss was too much and his heart, a constantly weakening muscle, gave out.


Slowly, Shilo places one last invite in the clutched hand of the “god” before turning to the camera.

--Shilo--
What did you expect from such a selfish god? Did you think that he would save you and entertain you? That he would become a good, caring god and put you first?


One last loud laugh is heard from the Twisted Jester before he silences for a moment to look at the camera.

--Shilo--
You see the trend, blind followers? Your choice of “entertainment”, while amazing and interesting fighters, are simply put…flawed. They care not for what the world of SCW is about. They cared about their own agendas. And their own flaws were their own demise, you see? How sad for you, isn’t it? To see your preferences appear as they are. Dead matter. Nothing more than a pile of mistakes and faults that they refused to see and refused to learn from. I found them all in such situations, their bodies broken and I brought them here. Why? To show you your desires before your eyes! You wish for death in this chamber! Death, fought by death, and now you want me to join these ranks. Join this crypt of dead. These emotionally, creatively dead beings with nothing but talent to their name, acting as marionettes to your machinations. Well…that is not going to happen. I am far from dead yet, you selfish morons. I am far from gone. I am alive and well amidst this canyon of corpses. And unlike them, my faults have aided me, made me powerful enough to beat your “chosen corpses”! I will not allow them to take me and make me one of them. I will not allow them to take away what I stand for. I will fight them and beat them at their best and their scariest.


Holding up the torch close to the camera, Shilo’s red makeup and the flame are seen above all.

--Shilo--
At Under Attack, I will take your “favorites” and show you how dead your version of entertainment truly is. I will tear them down to the bones that you see now. I will leave nothing left of them. In other words, you lovers of the rotting corpse of this warped entertainment, I will destroy what you want and give you what you need. Entertainment, alive, thriving and exciting. Whereas your “desires” will find themselves with all your “chosen winners”.

In the Valley of the Dead…


Holding up an envelope Shilo shows it to the camera.

--Shilo--
Like my opponents in this chamber, you people are all dying, rotting corpses to me, with no vision of true entertainment and no desire to see it. So you, of all those we’ve seen, deserve this invite, you greedy carcasses. The invite to join your picked skeletons at the Roach Motel for one last get-together…

Before I tear your world apart. Brick by brick, bone by bone…

Corpse by corpse…

NECRO!


Shilo turns and heads out of the crypt, up the stairs, leaving his torch on the ground as it slowly burns out, the camera focusing on the invite. The words “You’re invited” lining the cover…

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Marina and my mother were still talking. It seemed almost unreal. They had clicked so fast, minutes really. It felt like I had introduced them one second, the next they were chatting a storm or something like that. Least, that’s what I felt like after returning to the living room, hanging up the phone and placing it back into my pant pocket. Marina saw me re-enter the room first.

--Marina--
Who was that?

--Shilo--
You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.


Truth was I could hardly believe it. If I didn’t recognize the voice and mannerisms from all her promos, I’d have thought this some sort of pre-Halloween prank, but it was as genuine as it could be.

--Marina--
Who?

--Shilo--
Nicole.

--Marina--
Nicole who-wait a minute. Ducky, Nicole?!

--Shilo--
Yeah.

--Marina--
How the hell did Ducky get your phone number?

--Shilo--
I’m not sure, I posted it on facebook. I guess she could have looked there or use Canada411 or the American equivalent or something.

--Marina--
You’re sure it was her?

--Shilo--
Yeah, it’s hard to believe it’s anyone else with the way she was talking.

--Marina--
What did she want?

--Shilo--
Advice.

--Marina--
Advice? From you??

--Shilo--
Seems that way.

--Marina--
That doesn’t make sense.

--Shilo--
I know.

--Madison--
Umm…who is this Nicole person?


We both turned to see my mother standing there. Turning to my soul-mate, I was relieved to see that she had changed into her casual wear while I was gone.

--Shilo--
Another wrestler in SCW. She just wanted advice for her match against three other people.

--Madison--
What is it with this company and fighting more than one person. Can’t you wrestle one at a time or something?


Actually, her question made a degree of sense. What was O. D.’s latest hard-on for multi-person matches? There was the fourway for the US title, the chamber match, the women’s match with an added enforcer, the fourway for the underground title. So many matches with people finding more than one person. It was rather strange.

--Shilo--
Just the way it is.

--Madison--
Still don’t like it.

--Shilo--
Yeah, me neither.

--Marina--
That all Ducky want? Advice?

--Shilo--
Not exactly. She also wanted to thank me for writing that letter to SCW.

--Marina--
Seriously?

--Shilo--
Yeah, I didn’t believe it either, but apparently, she related to it.


That part was the hardest to believe. Sure, I could believe that she needed advice. All three of her opponents I had beaten in the past. Greg Cherry, Thorn and Brittany Lohan…

But the second part. That she had actually been inspired by my letter. It seemed almost unreal. I had expected hatred and ammunition for the superstars to use. Gods knew the jackasses like James and Chad Evans would be taking their cheap shots, but for someone to actually LIKE it. Even if it was someone as whacked as Nicole. It was…it kinda…felt good.

--Marina--
Weird.

--Shilo--
Yeah…kinda makes you realize you may have done the right thing, right?

--Marina--
I guess.

--Madison--
I’m confused.

--Shilo--
Never mind. So, what have you guys been talking about?

--Madison--
Just listening to Marina’s stories about you.


I turned my head to my soul-mate as I watched her in the kitchen, cooking something, though I couldn’t see what.

--Shilo--
Oh really?

--Marina--
Nothing too embarrassing, I promise.

--Shilo--
Too embarrassing?

--Madison--
You have a pet raven?

--Shilo--
Yeah. Genesis.

--Marina--
See?


Taking a deep breath through my nose, I sat down on the couch beside my mother.

--Shilo (barely a whisper)--
Did she say anything you want to talk to me about?

--Madison--
She actually spent most of the conversation explaining this chamber of theirs that you seem so dead-set on fighting. Are you at least insured?

--Shilo--
HA! Yes, we have great coverage.

--Marina--
We really do.

--Shilo--
What are you doing in there?

--Marina--
Cooking bacon and eggs. He likes scrambled, Madison, what about you?

--Madison--
Oh, umm, over-easy, please.


She turned to answer Marina before turning back to me.

--Shilo--
You look them over-easy?

--Madison--
Mmm-hmmm.

--Shilo--
You know, it’s funny, I don’t know a single thing about you.

--Madison--
I know.

--Shilo--
Care to tell me something?

--Madison--
Well…


She was hesitant, her hands playing with themselves.

--Madison--
You know I’m a nurse.

--Shilo--
Uh-huh.

--Madison--
I like to read. All the time. Not quite a fan of cold-weather. Oh, I love thai food.

--Shilo--
Really? Teriyaki is pretty good.

--Madison--
I exercise, run all the time-

--Shilo--
Why are you giving me info I’d find on a date night with you?


She chuckles at that and looked away, her cheeks showing a slight blush.

--Madison--
I’m sorry. I just don’t know what to tell you.

--Shilo--
Married?

--Madison--
No.

--Shilo--
With someone?

--Madison--
Yes.

--Shilo--
How long?

--Madison--
Two years.

--Shilo--
Wow. And no wedding?

--Madison--
It’s complicated.

--Shilo--
What? He a criminal?

--Madison--
No.

--Shilo--
He’s a different religion.

--Madison--
No.

--Shilo--
He with a bad family?

--Madison--
Yes but that’s only part the reason.

--Shilo--
Well what’s wrong with him?

--Madison--
He’s a she.


On instinct, my head pulled back and did the double-take. It was comically weird.

--Shilo--
She-what?


At that instant, Marina came out with two plates. Quickly, she placed them on the table in front of the couch before grabbing her own and sitting in her own chair close to me.

--Marina--
Shilo, she’s telling you she’s dating a woman. She’s bisexual.


Sharply, I turned my head to my mother.

--Shilo--
Really?

--Madison--
Yep.


The way she said that, holding her hands tight together, lifting in her shoulders and smiling, the expression was reminiscent of a kid getting his hand caught in the cookie jar.

--Shilo--
Wow.

--Madison--
Is that a bad thing?

--Shilo--
Why would it be a bad thing?

--Madison--
Well, Joanna’s parents-

--Shilo--
That her name?

--Madison--
Yes.

--Marina--
Shilo, let her talk.


I closed my mouth, or rather filled it with some toast to silence myself.

--Madison--
Joanna’s parents aren’t very accepting. They refused to accept things.

--Shilo (with his mouth full of toast)--
So, did she move out?

--Madison--
Don’t talk with your mouth full.

--Marina--
Oh I like her!


My mother turned to smile at my soul-mate before returning to look at me.

--Madison--
She did, but we’re just making by cheque by cheque.

--Marina--
What does she do?

--Madison--
She’s an actress.

--Marina--
Wow. That’s quite the profession.

--Shilo--
Well, it’s not all different from what we do, really? I mean outside of the real fighting and such, we do have to perform in front of a camera.

--Madison--
I find her way of acting safer.

--Shilo--
She any good?

--Madison--
Oh yes! Last year, she was in this television special. Some kind of CSI. She played the murderer.

--Shilo--
I don’t watch television that much.

--Marina--
Sorry, neither do I.

--Madison--
It’s alright. I’m sure you’ll meet her soon.

--Shilo--
Sounds great.

--Madison--
I must say, I didn’t expect you to take that so easily.

--Shilo--
Take what?

--Madison--
That’s I’m bi.

--Shilo--
Meh, I’ve seen it before, mom.

--Marina--
It’s true, Madison. The KOS all people into its group without prejudice. It’s really different now.

--Madison--
I imagine it is.


I saw her look down at her plate, which she had only been picking at in-between talking to Marina and I.

--Shilo--
You alright?

--Madison--
Hmmm? Just worried.

--Shilo--
About the chamber?

--Madison--
Yes, and also about Joanne.

--Shilo--
Why?

--Madison--
She doesn’t know about you. I haven’t exactly told her.

--Shilo--
Oh, it’s going to be interesting when you do.

--Madison--
I know.

--Shilo--
Just tell her I’m rich. That should help.

--Madison--
Shilo, I’m not going to tell her a lie like that.

--Shilo--
Mom, I really am rich. I make hundreds of thousands of dollars a show. Trust me, I’m socially dependent, economically secure, financially stable.

--Madison--
From wrestling?!

--Shilo--
That’s the way life is.

--Madison--
How much money does the company make?

--Shilo--
Millions a show. Trust me, I’m one of the higher paid guys, but there are others that make more than me.

--Madison--
My god…must be some huge business.

--Shilo--
Well you saw my match, you saw how many people were in the arena.

--Madison--
Yes but I was mostly watching you the whole time-

--Shilo--
You ever been to a wrestling arena before?

--Madison--
Nope.

--Shilo--
Never?

--Madison--
Not once.


Okay, I must have gotten the wrestling bug from my father. That seemed like the only explanation then. I looked at Marina, who merely shrugged at me.

--Madison--
Marina, is it necessary for Shilo to wrestle in that cage? I saw it on that last show. It looks rather dangerous.


Marina looked at me, then at my mother, then at me, then at my mother. Quietly, I prayed that she would soften the blow of truth.

--Marina--
I’m afraid so, Madison. Shilo is one of SCW’s top performers. Often he’s the one that is put in such matches.

--Madison--
Gods, I hate this. I’m going to be a mess when I have to watch you wrestle.

--Shilo--
You don’t have to. You can read if you want.

--Madison--
Then I over think it.

--Marina--
Then come with us.

--Shilo and Madison--
What?!

--Marina--
Well come on, Shilo! She’s worried about you, watching the show on television won’t help, why don’t we just take her to the pay-per-view.

--Shilo (shocked and almost comical)--
Taking her to the aren-

--Madison--
I think that would be a wonderful idea. It would let me know how my son works and understand this job of yours more.

--Shilo--
Yeah, but it gets very violent.

--Marina--
Shilo, she’s a nurse. I’m sure she’s seen things far gruesome than a couple people beating each other.


I felt my jaw clench shut. I didn’t like the idea. My mother would be forced to see a side of me that was rather…unattractive for any mother. Her son being violent-

--Shilo--
I just…feel that it might be bad for her and I if she goes with us. More so because of the distractions.

--Madison--
You think I’d distract you?

--Shilo--
I don’t know why, but I have this feeling of judgment from you about my career. If I turn my head and see you sitting in the front row-

--Marina--
Alright, so she’s sit in our change room.


When Marina said that, the idea didn’t sound so bad anymore. She’d be out of my head when I wrestled, I wouldn’t accidentally see her and she’d be there when I became SCW champion. I could celebrate with my closest family…

--Shilo (to Madison)--
Is that alright?

--Madison--
Yeah.


She nodded her head as she gave her response.

--Shilo--
Okay! We’ll leave tomorrow morning and-


RIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!


My phone went off and I immediately took out my cell-phone and looked at the call number. It was unrecognizable to me. Was it another superstar? Maybe Lucas Knight? CHBK? Christian Savior? Who knew? Slowly, I opened the phone and pressed to my ear.

--Shilo--
Hello?

--Man--
Mr. Valiant?

--Shilo--
Speaking.


Oh gods, please don’t be telemarketers or companies asking “how they’re doing in serving you”…my god that was what I sounded like two weeks ago!

--Man--
It’s Ryan Gilbert!

--Shilo--
Sorry. Who?

--Man--
Ryan Gilbert. I’m in charge of your promo effects?

--Shilo--
Oh, Ryan! How are you?

--Man--
Good thank you and you?

--Shilo--
Fine thank you.

--Man--
Alright, we got all your modeling and skin designs finished for your promo at the arena studio.

--Shilo--
Excellent! We can be there tomorrow evening-

--Man--
Actually, Mr. Valiant, I’m calling to tell you that we need you over here as soon as possible.

--Shilo--
What? Why?

--Man--
For the last bit in your script, we need stop-motion. We’ve rented the suit needed but we need you here earlier to film that part as well.

--Shilo--
I see.

--Man--
How soon can you get here?


Okay, today was the 19th…for a moment I was surprised last night’s breakdown hadn’t happened sooner… I guess it was Breakdown itself and filming the graveyard promo the day I had written that letter, filming on location in California (thanks to the SCW studios) that had kept my mind off it as long as it had.

--Shilo--
Tomorrow morning.

--Man--
Perfect.

--Shilo--
Is this going to be a problem? I mean, this new effect, will it take longer to air? I need it up by Sunday for the pre-show.

--Man--
Not at all. If we film it in the morning, we’ll set the graphs over the next two days. We’ve already set up all the shots and set is built. It’s just your final scene we need to finalize. We get it done in the morning, it’ll be ready for the pre-show.

--Shilo--
You’re sure?


I wanted no mistakes. This was unlike last time with James Evans. There was more I wanted to say…no…there was more I wanted to do. For the past few weeks, people were taking Shilo Valiant lightly as a competitor. This last one…

I wanted to scare Chad Evans.
I wanted to scare Masquerade.
I wanted to scare Katie Steward.
I wanted to scare Shaun Cruze.
I wanted to scare Christy Matthews.
I wanted to scare Shawn Winters.
I wanted to scare the people of SCW.

--Man--
Quite certain sir. Beat my job on it.

--Shilo--
Well don’t say I made you say that. We’ll be there.


I quickly hang up the phone to look into the wondering faces of my soul-mate and mother as I put down the cell phone on my leg.

--Shilo--
Anyone got any objections to leaving earlier than tomorrow morning?

--Marina--
How early?

--Shilo--
Oh…like…now?

--Marina--
What?

--Madison--
Why?

--Shilo--
Tech guys need me there to film earlier.

--Madison--
Film what?

--Shilo--
It’s something to promote the match I’m in.

--Madison--
Ohh.

--Shilo--
Marina?

--Marina--
I’m already packed.

--Shilo--
Mom?

--Madison--
I’ll need to go home and grab my things.

--Shilo--
Alright. Can you meet us in the lobby? I need to talk to Marina.

--Madison--
Oh…alright…


She stood up, placing her plate, which thankfully had some food gone, walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind her. Marina moved first, picking up the dishes and taking them into the kitchen.

--Shilo--
Tech guys need motion-capture for the promo.

--Marina--
Motion-capture? When has that been done?

--Shilo--
Not in a while.


The idea had come to me before last Ammo. The idea of thinking outside the box, using cinema to create some kind of special promo. Others had used lights and screens, to be sure, but lately, simply standing in front of a camera and talking smack and shit was what constituted an entertaining promo. It was Shawn Winters’ bread and butter. The gift of gab.

--Marina--
Will your mother like it?

--Shilo--
That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.

--Marina--
So no she won’t.

--Shilo--
Not a chance.

--Marina--
Great. And you want me to explain it to her.

--Shilo--
Yep.

--Marina--
Gods…you know I’m beginning to wonder why I decided to come here.


Without hesitation, I turned my soul-mate around to face me, immediately catching her lips in mine with a passionate kiss. It was only a moment and I leaned away quickly, but her response was what I wanted.

--Marina--
Oh…that’s why.

--Shilo--
Mmm-hmmm.


Turning back to her work, Marina cleaned the dished while I went into the bedroom to begin packing. I wasn’t a fool. I knew exactly what the others were doing. From Shawn Winters to Christy Matthews. They were going to talk. And talk…and talk…and talk…

And while I could talk with the best of them, Shawn Winters was one of the greatest smack-talkers I had met. Simply deny any advancement made by the opponent and bury him with the “it ain’t happening” or “you’re not different” or the universally accepted “you’re worthless”. And I wouldn’t be involved with seeing it. In the end, all Shawn could do was talk. It was clear that all the talking in the world didn’t prove his points and it didn’t make him a good wrestler. And regardless of what he said, or would say, actions spoke louder than words.

And actions were this. Since Apocalypse, he had won his match against Karnivale with a lowblow and being saved by Porno Lad. Then, he had lost his singles match with Greg Cherry. Clean. Straight up…

Wait…he lost…straight up…

Suddenly, the realization hit me harder than ever before. Winter had only been in two matches this match and they were a mockery of what he had been pre-Apocalypse.

I was changing…but so was he…

He was losing his touch. He couldn’t get the job done. Even when I had faced him in that tag match, I had felt his holds become weaker than before. His resilience was weakening…

All I felt was strength. Like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Without the people dictating the moves, my move-set was mine to control. For them, I had tried to eat three E-factors on James Evans! What a dumb idea that was! My arm was still a little sore from that match. No, with the people out of my way, I could do anything I wanted. Any move, any style, any combination.

--Shilo--
What an entertaining thought…

--Marina--
What is?


I turned my head to see her standing there, holding her suitcase. Damn, she was fast.

--Shilo--
The idea of hitting any move that I want in that cage and it doesn’t have to be flashy or what they like.

--Marina--
Hmmm.

--Shilo--
You okay?

--Marina--
I’m worried about you and your mother.

--Shilo--
Why? I’ve done tough matches before.

--Marina--
Yeah, but how’s Madison gonna take it if you lose and breakdown again?


I hadn’t thought about that. She had luckily missed the bad part of my breakdown last night. What would happen if I failed again? If someone else beat me in the chamber or if Shawn Winters beat me for the SCW championship? Suddenly, I felt the real possibility of either of those. I had done all I could with the promos, but again, words were just words. It came down to one important aspect.

I HAD TO BEAT SHAWN WINTERS.

I had said that countless times in my head, and every time I did, the notion became stronger. A do or die method, though I feared the actually result if I did fail.

--Shilo--
I don’t know.

--Marina--
Are you scared?


I looked up to her, revealing something I had not revealed to anyone, not even myself.

--Shilo--
To death.

I was scared of Chad, Katie, Christy, even Mask and Shaun. I was scared of Shawn. Not because they would kill me but because they were good. They were as hungry as I was. And though I hated jumping back and forth between confidence and fear, I couldn’t get rid of either part. They were two sides of the coin.

--Shilo--
I don’t want to lose.


Placing her suitcase on the ground, Marina quickly walked over to me, gently pressing her forehead to mine as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Once more, her loyalty and faith filled me, her scent filling my senses.

--Marina--
Then don’t lose.

She backed away to look at me. Her statement brought back the situation. I couldn’t lose. It just wasn’t possible for my career. I had fallen further than anyone else, had lost more than anyone else and to fall further in SCW wasn’t possible. Katie could lose. She’s cry and whine but she’d get her chance eventually. Masquerade would shrug his shoulders and try again later. Shaun would say he wasn’t ready and move on. And Chad would just egg everyone else one saying that he would get his shot and live forever, knowing him. Christy still had Pete to talk her out of another suicide attempt if it came to that, but with how strong she had become, she would probably move on to fight someone else.


They all had something else waiting for them. I didn’t. No other title. No other feud. No other place to turn. I had turned on the people as they had on me. Now, we were estranged. They would not be there if I failed. They would not cheer me if I won. It would just be Marina and I. The same way our SCW careers had begun, when no one would look at the clown-rookie. If I lost this, I’d be nowhere. Not in any ranking or title picture. Not in any massive feud or anything. Someone like Jake Starr would take my place, and I’d be placed in the mid-card filler matches.

After two-years of giving all I had, this truly was do-or-die for me.

And despite how much it scared me, it was comforting as well…

I hadn’t felt this good since the Blood Labyrinth, when I had let Ryper die. It was either him or me. One or the other. I had survived, injured but alive. Now it was the same thing. It would be either SCW’s best, including Shawn Winters or me. Them or me.

--Shilo (whisper)--
I’ll survive.

--Marina--
What?

--Shilo--
I’ll survive. I promise you. I’ll make all this right.


She knew what I mean and gently nodded her head before she helped packed my things. We would remember this conversation, but the memory would be filled with laughter as we talked with Madison about all the fun we had in the Kings of Shadows. We would rest in Washington DC and the next morning, I shot my final promo for Under Attack. It was fun to see mom laugh so much at how I looked in that motion-capture suit. She had even swooned a little when she met the man SCW and I had hired. Brad Hartut, the stunt-double for Shawn Winters when he played Gambit in the 2005 movie. I had almost wanted to punch the poor bastard, purely by how he looked. It was perfect. After the shoot, we cleaned up and went to dinner. I’d like to say I thought about the match and the people of SCW and what they thought of me after the promo…but I think that part of me…

The fear…

The doubt…

The frustration…

I think, thanks to my Black Swan, those were left in pieces in the Twisted Jester’s Roach Motel…



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The first thing seen is a graphic of a card. The back ground is black, though the sound of rain and thunder can be heard. On the front of the card appears the words, “You’re Invited”. It is clear to the viewer that this is the invitation, one of many, that was presented to the people and others from the Twisted Jester, Shilo Valiant. There is another crash of thunder and a flash of light as the card opens up. The camera zooms in on the opened/revealed side of the letter to display a picture of an old, yet familiar-looking motel. Within seconds the camera has gone straight into the picture, which suddenly becomes alive, the wind and rain in the picture now moving, hardly taking the viewer more than a second to see that they have arrived at the place the invitation has invited them to.

The Roach Motel

With the poor lighting, creating a yellowish tint across some of the building, the motel this time looks more like a haunted house than a place of rest. Still, the viewer is brought to the door. A knocking sound is heard and a second passes before the door opens, revealing, who else, but the Ensane Entertainer and owner of the Roach Motel.

--Shilo--
Ah! Do come in! You’re eagerly awaited!


There is a smile on the hobgoblin’s face. With a skip, he moves away from the door, allowing the camera to step into the building, the storm a low rambling in the background. Inside, however, there is carpeted floors, some with broken tiles instead, and the décor consists of an old, grandfather clock, the face of which has been shattered, a daunting looking chandelier, and black curtains with holes scattered throughout them. All these can be seen and taken into account as the Ensane Entertainer guides the viewer across the area.

--Shilo--
Did you choose to be fashionably late? Ah! No worries, better late than never. We weren’t exactly waiting. After all, you’re merely spectators.


Reaching a set of white, cracked doors, Shilo opens the doors and reveals…a massive dining room! Like lobby behind the viewer, this room is rather large, but uses side lamps instead of a chandelier to illuminate it. The floors are tiles, though some are cracks and broken. Within the center of the room, however, is where the focus is. For there is a large dining table, made of cedar or some kind of fine wood. On this table are various plates, glasses, and cutlery. Around the table, however, are six chairs, all occupied, though the one at the head of the table is turned away from the group, a strange issue, but those sitting in the chairs that CAN be seen take the focus from it. For in these other five seats are… five skeletal corpses. These skeletons stare straight across from one another, though they are all different. One wears a blindfold over his eyes and a mask over his face and wears rips cloths of many colors and designs, sitting right beside the head of the table. Beside him is the corpse with ripped black cloth over his frame. He clutches a briefcase, though it is dented and empty. Next to him is the third skeleton. It still has a few traces of long hair on the top of its skull and wear the clothes, or dress, of a woman it would seem. Her hands, like the briefcase and the hands of the masked skeleton, rest on the table, though one can clearly see the razors clutched in the hands, similar to the one she used to cut open a certain superstar in the past…

Around the table, there is another pair or corpses. The first has something besides her hands, for she wears royal pink clothes around her, on the table. Rather, her head, decorated with a tiara of jewels, rests on the table, staring ahead. The final carcass sits in his chair, wearing the simple street clothes of a hoodie and jeans. However, unlike the others, this skeleton is the most decayed, and is unable to hold anything without breaking. Instead, he holds his hands together on the table in prayer. The view complete, the camera returns to the jester, who has taken a stance beside the turned chair at the head of the table.

--Shilo--
Well, we are all assembled then. You’re all seated and comfortable I trust?


There is an awkward silence, but it goes ignored by the former world champion.

--Shilo--
Good. As you can tell, the very best of SCW has been invited. Former Adrenaline champions, former women’s champion, former united states champion, former tag champions, and former heavyweight champions. Quite the impressive list. According to SCW, we are the best of the best. And you’ve been invited here to recognize that…well, actually…


The Hobgoblin stops to chuckle a little before continuing.

--Shilo--
Actually, we’re here because of him.


With a quick move, Valiant spins the chair around, revealing it to be a rotating chair, revealing the being sitting in the chair to all. A tied up and gagged Shawn Winters! The man, unlike the others sitting down, is not a skeleton but a being of flesh and blood! Whatever shock is felt by the viewers, however, is not felt by Shilo Valiant, who merely walks around the table to the other end, where a chair is waiting for him.

--Shilo--
Shawn Winters. The SCW champion. That’s really why any of us are here, right? I suppose you all wanted him to be here anyway. Believe me, you’re very welcome that I brought him here for all of you. He’s on all out hit list and for different reasons. You’ll also appreciate that he’s tied and gagged so he can’t run away from us like the last time we were all in the ring and he can’t spout off that wit of his that makes you want to rams his head into the wall. If he wanted talk about being “pussies” or “fuckheads” or whatever, we’d watch a fucking porno. Sorry, Shawn, but I felt it best that since this was a “formal occasion”, one that you’ll notice we’ve all dressed for, you’d do well to have your language under control. Hence the ducktape on the mouth there.


Taking his seat, the Ensane Entertainer views each corpse individually.

--Shilo--
I’m sorry, but I’m still in shock that there are so many of you in this match. Not since Taking Hold of the Flame have I been in a match with so many people and with so many ramifications. I mean, thinking about it, not only will this decide the fate of the SCW championship, but the entire ranking system, don’t you think? I’m sorry, I’ve been a most rude host, talking about what we already know. That your line, right, Cruze?

The Cruze-corpse remains silent, of course, but that doesn’t stop Shilo from laughing loudly.

--Shilo--
HA HA HA! You’re right! You WOULD sound funny repeating the same things I said and then shouting “NECRO!” still, I think you could pull it off if you wore just a bit of makeup. Hmmm?


Turning his head, Shilo eyes the table head of Katie Steward. The corpse queen says not a word.

--Shilo--
Why, yes, Katie! You DO look beautiful tonight. Thank you for bringing attention to yourself and your dress. Yes, that tiara does look expensive. I would keep it safe and not do your usual of dressing for a match like you’re in a beauty pageant, you might trip over your high heels. But I suppose you can still wear your sash of “Mrs. SCW”.

--Shawn Winters--
MMMM-HMMMM!!!

--Shilo--
Quite right, Shawny! This meeting IS all about you. That’s why we’re all here. Sorry for creating small talk, Winters. Ladies and gentlemen!

Raising a glass, all of them being filled with a glowing blue liquid, Shilo toasts all those at the table, though he aims for the tied man in the chair that has skin. His gesture is not copied, though his words have been in many a promo.

--Shilo--
To Shawn Winters. To your health, to your long life, and your reign as SCW champion. It was nice while it lasted. To Shawn!


Shilo downs his drink, there is more mumbling coming from Shawn Winters as he struggles within his binds. Finishing his drink, Shilo places the glass on the table and his feet on the table as well as he relaxes in his chair.

--Shilo--
Oh come on, Shawn! It was a compliment. I said your reign was nice. Really, I’m being realistic here. You got six people here all wanting to kill you. And you HAVE to fight one of them. You really think they’re going to let you beat them after they’ve survived a chamber?

--Shawn Winters--
Hmmm!

--Shilo--
Oh please! You said it yourself…Christy would kick you in the balls and turn them blue. Remember? You have no idea what Masquerade would do, and he actually BEAT you. You can’t see what Cruze would do now that he’s fought you and learned how you wrestle. Katie could scream you into unconsciousness. And Chad? He made you pass out. You think he won’t do that again with the Levity? Face it, Shawn, the odds are against each of us winning the chamber, but the odds of you beating the winner of the chamber are even smaller. (indicating the Chad corpse with his hand) Chad here came out of his hole to actually wrestle like a true performer and man just to get to you and the SCW championship.


At his wording, the skull of Chad Evans turns to look at the tied champion.

--Shilo--
Katie survived a fatal-fourway to get noticed.

Katie’s head is turned on the table towards Shawn.

--Shilo--
Shaun survived a scaffold match and a beating by you to get noticed and placed in another chance against you.

Shaun’s head turns towards Shawn without hesitation.

--Shilo--
Masquerade and Christy Matthews defeated you. One pinned you, the other bloodied you.

The two skulls turn at the same time to stare down their desired target. All five skulls stare lifeless into the eyes of Winters, who is clearly uncomfortable with this. He struggles for a moment with his binds, but it is no use.

--Shilo--
You should be grateful, Shawn. They have all given much for the chance to face you and take that championship, and they will fight till their last breath for their own chance to get it.


Turning his head back to laugh, Shilo releases a laugh before looking back at Shawn.

--Shilo--
You see now, Shawn? Where you fought through hell to survive Taking Hold of the Flame and keep that title, they are willing to die in a cage to get to you. The roles are reversed now. You’re the comfy champion and they’re the hungry predators, biting at your heels. Scary thought isn’t it? And yet-


There is a loud gong sound that goes off, drawing Shilo’s attention from the man on the other side of the table.

--Shilo--
Ahhh! That would be the dinner. This is a dinner-party after all! Tell me Shawn, how are you so far? Entertained?

--Shawn Winters--
HMMM!

--Shilo--
Splendid, glad to hear it.


A metal plate covered by a metal bowl-lid is brought in and placed between Shilo, Katie, and Christy. Shilo is barely to hold back his excitement, his hands banging softly on the table like a pair of drumsticks.

--Shilo--
Oh, I’m excited. I think you’ll love it!

Reaching over, Shilo lifts up the lid, revealing a large metal tray/dish and resting on top of it, surrounded by garnish and grape tomatoes, is a rusty-black crowbar. His eyes never leaving the item, Shilo slowly reaches for it, his eyes closing and a breath being released from his lips, his fingers wrap around the cold metal before he lifts it up to look at it.

--Shilo--
See? What did I tell you?! Doesn’t it look amazing, Shawn? It took so much work to prepare this for you. Do you mind if I carve?


The world champion remains silent as Shilo looks around the room, his eyes opening.

--Shilo--
Funny thing about carving. You gotta do it right. If you cut too deep, you lose some food. You cut too sloppy, you don’t get the job done. When you cut, you need to pick the right place and right time and right amount to get the job done. Otherwise, you just make a mess of yourself.

Turning his head, Shilo’s eyes lock onto the corpse to his right.

--Shilo--
Right, Christy?


Without a moment’s hesitation, Shilo’s arm swings, connecting with the sternum. The corpse does not stand a chance as the bar crashes through the bone, sending the chair and its resident to the floor, the bones shattering to pieces as Shilo stands.

--Shilo--
You know, Shawn, that’s always been her problem! She keeps cutting and yet can’t kill! Like a dull sword! She’ll cut, but not finish you. That’s why you got the last laugh on her in your match!! She beat you! She’s better than you by all standards, but she’s so distracted by all her problems, she doesn’t see the way to strike. You needed one attack and suddenly, you’re the last man standing with her! Look at last Breakdown with the royale! Enough said! I tell you, Shawn, taking her out will be easy. Just have to wait till she gets distracted and take my opening! Simple!


Plucking up some grape tomatoes, Shilo drops them into his mouth, chewing and swallowing with joy.

--Shilo--
But she will be violent! Fuck, will she be violent! I’m sure she’ll bust me open someway. Might grand my head against the cage or into the glass. May choke the blood out of a cut my choking my neck with ropes. If she doesn’t, then I’ll do it to her, so she better be willing to go that distance. Least then I know she’ll have a chance against you. You know what happens when I see my blood, don’t you…Chad?


Surprising, Shilo’s walk has taken him right behind the Chad-corpse.

--Shilo--
Watch out for this old man, Shawn. You get him, you get an old bull that still has some fight in him. You see how he eliminated me with that old move from the turnbuckle? One we hadn’t seen? The guy’s got more experience than we all do. No wonder they call him God. He’s been here since nearly SCW’s creation. You know him, Shawn?

Shilo turns to look at subject of this “celebration”.

--Shilo--
I can see him winning the match and going on to becoming the SCW champion. This guy CAN beat you. This guy could do the impossible and win the chamber and the SCW title… that is if I wasn’t right behind him-


With a swing, Shilo brings crowbar straight down, nailing Chad Evans in the skull, splitting it open and cracking the neck in the process. He pulls the crowbar down till it hits the top of the chair, smash part of the spine of the carcass with the blast. The upper torso is now a wreck as the piece of the skull hit the ground to join Christy’s.

--Shilo--
Cause let’s face it, Shawn. Evans is better than most of us, but he’s always been second place, hasn’t he? Taking Hold of the Flame? Second place? Rise to Greatness, his match with Xander was the second-place “legend vs. legend” match next to Jason Zero and CHBK. He was second place as a partner to Kaitlyn Buheler, who the people really wanted to see and cheer for, that’s why he abandoned her. Second place is all this man knows. And it’s funny, cause all he talks about is you Shawn.


Moving over to where Shawn sits, Shilo sits on the end of the table, holding the crowbar and turning it in front of his eyes.

--Shilo--
Just you, Shawn. You’re on his mind all the time. I can relate to that. He wants to re-create history, make lightning strike the same place twice, in facing you in the ring. He thinks it’s his destiny. It’s amazing how much he and I have in common.


Looking over to his left, Shilo appreciates the remains of the skeleton he had just smashed, perhaps worse than Chad Evans has ever been smashed before.

--Shilo--
But the thing he that Chad seems to forget are his own words. He constantly needs his ego fed. So much so that perhaps he over exaggerates. When I came to SCW, you see, I heard the names Jason Zero, CHBK, Christian Savior, The Real Speed, Jay Gold, and even you, Shawn Winters…but the name of “God” was merely whispered. Barely worth mentioning. Funny how that can happen when you’ve only held two belts for less than two months combined. The other thing he forgot…


Shilo turns his eyes back over to Winters.

--Shilo--
When lightning struck the same place a second time… I became Heavyweight Champion.


Rolling back, Shilo is suddenly standing on top of the table. Holding the crowbar like a walking stick in his hands, he skips along the table, kicking plates and glasses this way and that.

--Shilo--
But that’s what we’re all trying to do. Make lightning strike the same place twice with our rematches. I mean, you got me, Masquerade, Katie Steward, Chad Evans and even Shaun Cruze, the guy you beat at the last Apocalypse. Who shot ahead of me thanks to a technicality and MY pay-per-view match. I won’t lie, I’m especially looking forward to taking him down in front of the world. I mean, I don’t care if it’s through the Morning Star of whatever, as long as I put him in his place.


Stopping before the Shaun-corpse, Shilo uses his foot to kick up the briefcase from the hands of Shaun. Catching the case by the handle, Shilo uses his fingers to pop it open, revealing it to be empty.

--Shilo--
Cause this thing, this empty metal box, is the only reminder of his talent and the only thing that’s kept him in this blasted division. He used this thing to slingshot to the top and despite proving he can’t handle it, he clutches this box as a remainder every promo that he should be here. Funny, when I need to remind people that I belong in the SCW title picture, I just remind them that I WON THE FUCKING TITLE! Wow, that’s easy! You know how many superstars say I belong in the chamber? Many, if not all of them. Shaun? Not so much. Luck, favoritism, those are the words used. You know, I take no personal joy in taking down these people individually, but this one guy will be the exception. Because I’ve learned that nice-guys finish last, and sorry Winters, but Cruze is as nice a guy as they get and about as foolish as- Shaun?


Turning his head, Shilo notices that Shaun has not moved his skull and dark holes for eyes from Shawn. Bending down, Shilo is only a few spaces away.

--Shilo--
Shaun?! SHAUN?! I’m talking to you here! HELLLLLLLLOOOOOO!


As he screams, Shilo swings the empty briefcase against the shoulder of the seated superstar. Taking a deep breath, Shilo tosses the briefcase to the side, away from the table and guests before taking a…golfing stance.

--Shilo--
Okay, Shaun. I’m going to swing this crowbar at your head and take it off clean. Now, if you wish to avoid this, you need to turn your head, look at me, recognize that I’m a real challenge to you, realize that you need to assess the situation and how best to solve it. Instead of just saying that, actually do it for once. Time to prove your last words to me. Make the effort and avoid me.


The corpse does not move.

--Shilo--
Get ready, Shaun. This warning could save you.

The corpse still refuses to move.

--Shilo--
Gonna count to three. Three seconds to a pinfall. Three to avoid. 1…


The corpse keeps his eyes locked on Shawn Winters.

--Shilo--
2…last chance…


Shawn Winters mumbles something incoherent like a warning but Cruze does not falter.

--Shilo--
Three.


As he says this, he swings. The crowbar connects and sets the skull of Shaun Cruze crashing into the wall, where it explodes into pieces upon impact.

--Shilo--
FOUR! Four warnings and he still didn’t get it, Shaun. It took one loss to James Evans for me to realize that things had to change for me and I changed with them. I’m afraid Shaun will never be as adaptable and makes me wonder if he CAN survive this match, you know? I mean, I see potential in the others, but him? Sorry, Shawn, but there’s no way you’re getting that rematch with Shaun so you can lazy out of it.

--Shawn--
MMMM!

--Shilo--
What? You want to fight Katie?

--Shawn--
MMMMM!

--Shilo--
The goddess? You want to face her instead of me? That’s really who’s left. Her, Masquerade and me. You want her?


Shawn Winters nods his head.

--Shilo--
Okay. Why? Is it because she’s never held the title? Never beaten me? Never beaten you? Never won a main-event? Never won a match of this magnitude before? I don’t know, Shawn. See, Katie here has been itching for years for another shot at the SCW title. She’s been waiting longer than any of us. You think she won’t use every dirty trick in her book to get it? Wouldn’t you? Lowblows? Interferences? Weapons? You sure you want to face yourself in this match, Shawn?

The Heavyweight champion is silent, causing the jester to smile and nod his head.

--Shilo--
I didn’t think so. A wise decision, Shawn. Quite while you’re still ahead, right. Speaking of which.


With a kick, Shilo sends the queen’s head, tiara and all across the table, where it hits the floor, rolling under a nearby drawer set, lost from sight.

--Shilo--
Why have two of you as possible SCW champions? We’d never hear the end of it in the Sharper Scoop. Don’t worry, Shawn, you won’t have to face her. Without TJ, Madison, or Gigi to help her, Katie’s chances shrink by a large amount. And she’s never done well in clusterfuck matches. I have the same problem, cept that was the old me. The new me? Who knows? I might do well in them.


Suddenly, Shilo rushes towards Shawn, who merely muffles a scream of surprise as Shilo raises his crowbar to strike when he notices the one corpse still sitting. The one that wasn’t managed. His arm lowers. Poor, poor Masquerade. The little boy that had seemed so big compared to Shilo. Strange was already a wrestler, and a good one, when Shilo just came in. Now, Shilo was the better, more accomplished wrestler, and Masquerade was the wildcard in the match. It made him unpredictable. The frustration is clear on Shilo’s face. He could easily mock Strange for his losing ways, give him credit but also state how Masquerade had poor timing and no passion to deliver the win and in a match as barbaric as the chamber, you couldn’t be funny with a rubber duck. You had to be blood-thirsty and drive to a near insanity. He could have said that, and the viewer knows it. Instead, Shilo mere pushed the end of the crowbar to the collar bone of the skeleton of his best friend.

--Shilo--
Sorry, Mask.

And pushed him away and over, the skeleton and chair falling back and the corpse clattering as it hits the ground. Reaching up with his free hand, Valiant holds his eyes with his forefingers before holding up a hand to the camera.

--Shilo--
I’m alright.


Before cracking his neck and staring down at Winters, the jester smirk returning.

--Shilo--
It just leaves me and you, Shawn. Me and you. You and me.


Hopping off the table, Shilo lands on his feet and immediately holds the crowbar to the cheek of the world champion.

--Shilo--
Because you know that’s what it’s going to end up being. Not a rematch that had four years to happen. Not a rematch over loss of blood. Not another chance to make history for a sex. Not a rematch over a fluke win. And not a match over a failed title shot. Shilo Valiant versus Shawn Winters is the ONLY possible outcome. It is the only outcome I can allow.


Suddenly pulling back the crowbar, it is replaced by Shilo’s gloved hand around the jaw of Winters.

--Shilo--
It is my right! MY rightful rematch! My deserved title shot! They don’t deserve it. For months, I waited for my chance to become SCW champion, and because of guys like Jake Starr, I was denied my chance over and over again. Then, Shaun Cruze did the same to me and you, like a coward and like all the people in SCW, let it happen. Now that he’s had his shot, it’s MY turn! My opportunity!


Releasing the jaw, the viewer suddenly sees black ash along the jaw of Shawn Winters. Focusing on Shilo Valiant, the viewer sees the hand that had grasped him. The glove is gone, replaced by…a hand of bones? With a sigh, Shilo turns to look over at Shawn Winters from where Valiant stands, just to the corner of table.

--Shilo--
Chad’s lazed out for four years, Katie’s failed more times than I can count, Masquerade hasn’t the focus to do it, Christy can’t get the job done no matter what she tries, and Shaun had his chance. None of them have given up what I have.


Turning his head, Shilo’s eyes narrow at Winters from his new position, on the other side of the table. Without hesitation, Shilo grabs the table with his fingers and free hand and tilts it over on its side, the impact of the fall smashing a few more pieces of plate and glass that Shilo had previously knocked over. It is now a clear pathway between the champion and the rightful challenger. Slowly, Shilo takes a step forward, yet as he does, more black ash seems to fall off him, revealing more bones.

--Shilo--
I’ve lost the heavyweight title. I’ve lost the United States title. I’ve lost my friend and Karnivale. I’ve lost my winning ways. I’ve even lost the people and their faith in me and true entertainment.


There is little left of Valiant’s skin, revealing only a skeleton with his hair and outfit, holding the crowbar tightly.

--Shilo--
I’ve been beaten, humiliated, screwed out of matches, bloodied, ridiculed and abandoned in my fight to get to you. I’ve lost everything because of you, Shawn Winters.


Stopping, the skeleton jester kneels before the champion, making eye-level possible.

--Shilo--
And I am not leaving the cage a loser. I am not leaving the arena without that heavyweight title. It is my chance to undo all of it. Change it all. I beat these amazing athletes, I prove I AM the deserving man to face you. I beat you, I undo the loss that started all this. I undo the destruction that you have done to this divis…to me! I undo what you have done to ME! I prove to the world that I am the best entertainer and performer in this federation. I end the mockery. I end the lame jokes. I remove all the easy, lazy, and predictable forms of “entertainment” and instate the new, improved and exciting kind. With me as its champion! I beat you, become SCW champion, no one will be talented enough or skilled enough as a wrestler to deny what I have been saying. That O. Dracheywch as operator of SCW is wrong. That this form of SCW is wrong. That you, lazing around as SCW champion is WRONG!


Standing up, the skeleton Valiant can only let out a breath as a form of a scoff as he circles around the chair.


--Shilo--
Why am I even looking at you? I know you’re not the real Shawn Winters. The real Shawn Winters wouldn’t show up here. The real Shawn Winters wouldn’t even show up anywhere unless he absolutely had to. No, I know you’re a fake. I know because I know Shawn is afraid. I know he isn’t afraid of Jake Starr. Who would be? The worse he can do is beat you up or win against you, right, Shawn?


Shawn turns to look directly at the camera, the “Shawn Winters” in the chair shaking like a leaf.

--Shilo--
Not like me. You remember, don’t you? How it happened? How I had you locked in that Roach Motel. How you struggled to get to the ropes but couldn’t? How he screamed in pain. It must have run through your head, “Oh my god! I can’t get free! I can’t win! I CAN’T WIN!”. That thought, “I can’t win”, has been haunting you, hasn’t it? Cause if you couldn’t win without Porno Lad, how would you do on your own? That’s all you had against Greg Cherry. Doubt. Yet it wasn’t for the SCW title, so you were safe as the champion. Neither will your match with Jake Starr be for the title. So you can lose that too. But let me ask you…is that doubt gone now? Are you sure you can beat me? Are you certain?

Somehow…I doubt that.


Slowly, Valiant drags the crowbar against the form of the tied “Winters”.

--Shilo--
You feel it now, Winters? How desperate I’ve become? How twisted I’ve become? How much I desire only to beat you and become the SCW champion? I’m willing to survive five top superstars and a chamber to get to you. You cannot even consider us in your promo. HA HA HA! Maybe if you think hard enough, you can make your SCW title match with me disappear. Make it not happen. Think, Shawn, think REALLY hard! Make it untrue! And while you’re at it, remember how I put the doubt into your head! Remember how hungry I am and how driven I am to get my hands on you. Remember how it felt to be so helpless in that ring locked in the Roach Motel. Remember how I’ve always been the first combatant you’ve always mentioned. How it’s always been me you’ve wanted to avoid since Rise to Greatness.

Yes, Shawn, remember me as I am now. Remember me for all this. And understand this: we are no longer in your home. Your house. We are in my territory, and all these combatants and you, are my guests here. This area of chambers and endless fighting is part of MY roach motel and you are all going to be spending a long time here!



Looking back at the tied “Shawn”, Shilo’s crowbar shifts in his hand. How easy would it be to crack this man in the head and make his blood color the tiles? How satisfying? True, he wasn’t Shawn Winters, but he looked like him! The jester considers all these options as he smirks and looks at the camera and the man hiding away in his limos and hot-tubs.

--Shilo--
Because now, I am the one with nothing to lose and EVERYTHING to gain. And gain I shall! At Under Attack, Shawn, I gain back everything you and the people have taken from me. I take and I take and I will give nothing back. I will leave you the same way you left me.


With a sudden move, Shilo’s arm comes down, striking the tied man with a crowbar. “Shawn” releases a scream of pain that is muffled before going silent.

--Shilo--
Broken!

Another swing, another strike.

--Shilo--
Beaten!

A third swing, no sound from the victim.

--Shilo--
Alone!

A fourth swing and no sound. Shilo stands up and drops the crowbar to the floor, turning to the camera, his hand and part of his face sprayed with blood. The Blood-Stained jester slowly holds up his bloody hand to the camera.

--Shilo--
Forgotten. Enjoy your time in the Roach Motel, Shawn. Because your time as SCW champion is over. And how entertaining that truth is!


The skeleton turns and the room and prepare for his destiny, forcing the camera to focus on the bloody “Winters” before backing out of the room of blood and bones before the white doors shut in front of it, showing a message carved in wood and blood across it. The last word Shawn Winters will hear as the SCW Champion.

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TITLE - COUNTING THE COST RP 2of3
LOCATION – UNKNOWN

Chris: Sarah Castle, Elizabeth Grey…

Almost immediately the colour begins to drain from David’s face. He looks at his Father who looks on, knowing precisely where this is going.

Chris: Bobbie Evans, Caley Ferguson…

David: Ok, I get…

Chris: And of course not forgetting Emily White…

David turns to his father, crest fallen. Dan just keeps his eyes on Chris, refusing to look in his son’s direction. Chris steps back, Orlando taking over

Orlando: Recognise these names David?

David: I never heard of any of them

Shaun: Really, in that case allow me to refresh your memory. Every single one of them your Father paid the families off so they didn’t go to the police. Every single one of them was under the legal age...need I go on?

David is now starting to get more and more flustered. His forehead is drenched with perspiration as he continuously looks towards his Father for support. Finally he catches his Father’s eyes, but immediately wishes that he hadn’t. His Father looks at him with such distain, such anger, David quickly finds himself looking elsewhere

David: You...You can’t prove anything

Chris: Oh David, I think you’ll find we can. I have all the evidence I need to ensure that you and your Father go away for a long, long time.

Shaun: You may as well give it up David. Fact is, you’re not getting a single penny from us now. Here’s the new deal, either you let us leave with Pixie right now, or else I will ring the police and tell them everything that we know.

David: You’re bluffing, you wouldn’t do that

Orlando: Are you sure of that though David?

David: If you do, I’ll never tell you where Pixie is, not now, not ever. She’ll rot, alone…

Dan: You might not tell them David, but I would.

Orlando and Shaun smile, as David turns to his Father in disbelief

David: Why, why would you do that?

Dan: The same reason that you have been planning for the last few months to screw me over. The same reason you have betrayed my trust in you

David: Oh nice one Daddy dearest, here I am, needing a little solidarity from you, and just like you did when I was a child, you cast me aside. You’re a joke…

Dan: You’ve gotten yourself into this mess David, now you can get yourself out of it. I’m done bailing you out; I shouldn’t have just let justice take its course. You’re a sick man, and you need help.

David chews the inside of his lip nervously, running out of ideas. He could see himself going to jail for a long time unless he thought fast.

David: No Dad, its not me that needs help is it? Why don’t we tell our guests the truth huh?

Dan: What do you mean?

David: Oh come now, you know as well as I do that you’re little ‘deal’ that you made with the Cruze brothers was nothing more than a smokescreen.

Shaun: What you talking about Douglas?

David: Oh, it’s quite simple Shaun, the little experiment we were planning on Pixie, it’s already commenced. My Father gave the order way before he offered you this deal

Shaun’s face drops, and Orlando has to put a hand on his chest, feeling the resentment building up inside his brother.

Orlando: What do you mean commenced?

David: Three stages Orlando, and she is already coming to the end of stage 2.

He looks at his watch

David: In fact, all things considered, I’d say she is well on her way to hating the mere sight of you Shaun, and if you don’t get to her soon, the only thing she will want to do when you meet is rip your eyeballs from their sockets.

Shaun: If you’ve hurt her…

David: Oh yes David…she went through a great deal of pain I can assure you.

Orlando turns to Dan

Orlando: Is this true?

Dan: I didn’t give the order Orlando, you have to believe me on that, but the process had begun.

Orlando grabs Dan by the scruff of the neck and forces him back towards the wall, drawing his arm back and ready to punch him square in the face. Dan closes his eyes, but the impact never comes, Shaun grabbing his arm and pulling him away. Although Shaun was burning up inside, he knew that they still didn’t know where Pixie was. He turns back to David who is grinning evilly over at them all

Shaun: Tell me where Pixie is David…

David: Sign the paperwork, and I’ll be glad to.

Shaun looks at Orlando who doesn’t know what to say, then at Chris who is also lost for words. He rubs his chin, unsure what to do next. He pulls his mobile phone out of his pocket, making sure David gets the intention.

Shaun: David, I’m not going to sign the paperwork, and neither is Orlando. You’ve got nothing, and you are going to leave here with nothing. The only question left is whether you are going to leave here under your own steam, a free man, or in the back of a police car…to be sent away for a long time. It’s up to you…

David: You wouldn’t dare Cruze…you love Pixie too much to put her in danger.

Shaun: Do I?

David: Oh, don’t try and play that game Shaun, you fell for her hook line and sinker, just like Denning planned to happen. You’re a fucking idiot if you think I will fall for some cheap psychology.

Shaun: Well, it seems to me like you haven’t been kept up to date David, because I’ve moved on. I care about her, of course I do and I always will. But the fact is, I’ve found another, someone who isn’t so complicated. Pixie tricked me, and I cannot ever get away from that, I’d always be wondering if her love for me was real. So yeah, I’m here because I care, but not because I love her.

David grins, his eyes almost twinkling with ecstasy. He looks over Shaun’s shoulder, and he turns to face none other than Pixie stood in the doorway. He looks into her eyes, and all he see’s is an endless chasm, the fun loving girl seemingly not there. Her face is full of sadness, hurt…

Shaun: Pixie…I…

David: Oh, that’s priceless; I couldn’t have planned that any better. Good thinking Isobel, good thinking indeed. Oh, by the way, this lady here is the one who administered the formula to Pixie, not me, not my Father…it was her.

Isobel: I’m sorry Shaun, I thought…

Shaun ignores her, and puts his hands on Pixie’s shoulders. She looked nothing like the girl he had fallen in love with. Her flowing blonde hair had been cut short, her face looked unwashed, and her clothes dirty. He looks her deep in the eyes, searching for the Pixie he knew within.

Shaun: Oh Pixie, what have they done to you?

For a moment there is nothing, no reaction, no recognition in her eyes. Then slowly, she raises her hand and places it on Shaun’s cheek, and there is just a flicker in her blue eyes.

Pixie: I’m ok Shaun…just take me home please.

Shaun is taken aback, her reaction unexpected. Maybe all was not lost after all. He turns to David, his eyes piercing.

Shaun: It’s over Douglas…you have no more cards left to play

David’s demeanour puzzles Shaun however, and the sneer snaking across his face doesn’t give the impression of a man who knows he has lost. Slowly David sits back down in his chair, and pulls out a folder, throwing it on the table in front of him.

David: As ever Cruze, wrong again.

Orlando makes a play for the folder, but David snatches it away just in time.

Orlando: What’s in the folder?

David: Oh Orlando, isn’t that just the million dollar question. Just how big could the information contained within this binder be, that I could only save it for the final throw of the dice? Does it concern you Orlando?

Orlando: Not at all, why should it?

Dan Douglas shakes his head, nervously eyeing the folder. Shaun picks up on this, but Dan refuses to make eye contact.

David: Because Orlando, the contents of this folder change absolutely everything, and I’m not going to hand it over unless you put away that mobile phone Shaun. The way I see it is this, people don’t understand the kind of person I am, and they certainly wouldn’t understand me in prison. I’m seen as some kind of monster, a weirdo, so that’s something I cannot allow to happen. Yeah, ok, I see that I have lost, you’ve got Pixie back, but you need this information I can assure you.

Shaun: What do you want?

David: To walk away right now with all the evidence you have on me, copies the lot, and a surety that you will never bring this up again.

Shaun: So you get away scot free?

David: Not strictly true, because you still have my inheritance, but yes I guess it could look like that.

Orlando: Not a chance…don’t agree to it Shaun. He needs to go down for a long time for what he did to those kids, never mind what he did to Pixie

David: Strictly speaking, that was Isobel

Orlando: Shut it you....

Orlando turns to Shaun, his tone quiet, not wanting the whole room to hear.

Orlando: You can’t agree to this Shaun…we can end this right now. He’s trying to bluff you, don’t buy it.

Shaun looks him straight in the eye

Shaun: This is my decision Orlando, let me go

Orlando: I won’t let you agree to this

Shaun: You don’t have a choice.

Orlando places a hand on Shaun’s shoulder, but it is pushed away with some force. Shaun turns to face David, and speaks, almost ashamed with what he is saying.

Shaun: You have a deal

Orlando shakes his head as Chris shrugs his shoulders. David looks at them both smugly before holding out his hand.

David: Shake on it…

Shaun’s eyes narrow as Douglas holds out his hand. Shaun then holds out his right hand, distracting David just long enough for him to lunge forwards, his right forearm crashing into David’s face and sending him sprawling back towards the wall. Before he can recover, Shaun has his forearm crushing his larynx, their noses barely millimetres apart.

Shaun: You really think I would do a deal with a snake like you? At least Denning had some morals, unlike you. You’re the lowest of the low, preying on young girls, and you need to pay, not by going to prison…

Shaun looks into David’s eyes and for the first time see’s genuine fear. David tries to speak but can’t, his eyes plead with his Father to help him. But Dan is unable to help as he is held by Chris. Orlando realises what is going on and tries to drag Shaun away, but he can’t.

Orlando: Shaun, you’re going to kill him, let him go…SHAUN!!

Shaun continues to press on still harder, crushing David’s throat, his face going a pale blue

Orlando: Shaun…please, let him go, he’s not worth it.

Shaun barely hears his brother’s voice, his mind only on one thing.

“Shaun…please stop”

To Shaun the voice is instantly recognisable, and it snaps him back to reality. He continues to stare at Douglas, but slowly but surely he releases the pressure little by little, until finally he steps back. However, he grabs Douglas and forces him to sit down, turning once again to Pixie, his eyes focussed only on the open folder she has in her hand that David dropped in the scuffle. Shaun looks at Pixie, and suddenly, the emptiness seems to be replaced by hope, as if a light has been switched on. As Shaun continues to look on, Pixie smiles and speaks all so softly

Pixie: I’m pregnant Shaun

The words hit him like a jackhammer, and his legs suddenly seem incapable of holding up his body. He feels the eyes of everyone looking at him, burning into him. He turns back to David, who is laughing almost uncontrollably in the chair.

Shaun: Is this true?

David continues to laugh, but Dan speaks for him

Dan: Yes Shaun, it’s true. It was found on one of the blood tests we did. She’s about ten weeks now.

David has now stopped laughing, and he tries to stand up, Shaun pushing him down again

Dan: The problem is Shaun; we don’t know what effect the formula will have on the baby, if any.

David: Oh…I do

All eyes turn back to David, Orlando holding Shaun back

Orlando: What do you know…tell us?

David: Oh, it’s pretty simple Orlando. The baby is certain to die.

Shaun feels the adrenaline surging through his body, and he pushes Orlando away, only the desk stopping him from falling to the floor. In one swift movement Shaun thrusts out his foot, catching David under the chair and sending the chair toppling over with David crashing to the floor. Shaun bounds over the chair and mounts David, slamming his fist into his face. He then grabs his shirt and pulls him towards him, the look on his face one of total hatred.

Shaun: I’m telling you now Douglas and you’d better listen to me. If anything happens, to either Pixie, or to the baby, I’m going to come for you. Right now, the both of them recovering is the best you can hope for, because then it will just be prison. But if they die David…I will come for you…and I will kill you.

Orlando pulls him away, but Shaun throws out his foot, connecting with another shot to the face. Orlando then pushes Shaun towards the door, motioning for Chris to take Pixie and Shaun out of the house. As they leave, Orlando turns to Dan Douglas, who has watches the whole situation unfold.

Orlando: The best you can do Dan is take him and get as far away from here as possible. Because if you don’t, I don’t think even I will be able to stop him from coming back.

Dan nods, understanding completely.

Orlando: Never come looking for me, or my family again you hear me

Dan: I hear you.

Orlando looks over at the unconscious David, before leaving the room. Isobel is quickly over to the fallen David, her loyalties still with him. She had wanted to do something, but what could she do really? Dan stands in her way however, not allowing her to pass.

Dan: Just go Isobel, get away from here.

Isobel: But…

Dan: It’s over Isobel; get your things and leave

Isobel: But what about David?

Dan: I’ll take care of him…don’t worry.

Isobel obviously doesn’t want to leave, but realises she is being given no choice, and makes for the door. She looks back just once, before disappearing, leaving Dan and David alone. David opens his eyes, the first thing he see’s being his Father stood over him.

David: Dad…what happened?

Dan: You made the biggest mistake of your life

David: I thought…

Dan: yeah you thought, that was your first mistake, and now you have to run

David: What do you mean?

Dan: Cruze will tell the police, I can guarantee it, and you don’t need to be around when they come looking

David: What are you saying?

Dan: I’m saying I’m done bailing you out…from this moment you are on your own

David: But, I’m your son, you owe me.

Dan: No David, you’re not my son, not any longer. And as you said, I never wanted you in the first place. Now go, run away…I never want to see you again

David: But…

Dan: GO David…just go

Dan turns away and without looking back heads out the room leaving David sat on the floor. For a moment David looks sorrowful, but slowly and surely that look changes to pure anger. He may have been disowned, and he may have been beaten this time, but he wasn’t going to give up, not now, and not ever. The police would never find him should Cruze grass, and if the girl and the kid died, then David would be ready for Shaun’s little visit. No, this wasn’t over…it was just getting started.

TWO HOURS LATER

Orlando and Shaun sit in the hospital waiting room, waiting for news on Pixie. Chris had gone home about half an hour ago, the long nights getting the information having finally caught up on him, but had made Shaun and Orlando both promise to ring them if they had any news. Pixie had been taken for various scans, both to check her out and the baby, to see what was going on. Ever since Pixie had gone for tests, Shaun and Orlando had hardly spoken, the two of them going through the evening in their heads, trying to figure it all out. Neither of them could come up with an answer though, why this ‘inheritance’ meant so much to David that he would go this far. Shaun’s anger had subsided somewhat in the time since he had found out the truth; however he had tried not to give any thought to what he would do should the worse happen. Now, Shaun sits with his head down, looking at the floor as Orlando stares into space.

“Are you Ok Shaun?”

Shaun looks up, and is glad to see Melissa looking at him. He had forgotten he had even texted her to be honest, but was glad she was here none the less.

Shaun: Yeah…same can’t be said about Pixie though

Melissa: Where is she?

Shaun: They are running some tests, to see if there has been any effects on her brain and stuff, and…

He pauses

Melissa: And what?

Shaun: And to see if the baby is ok

Shaun looks for some flicker of a reaction, some resentment, but there is none

Melissa: A baby? Wow

Shaun: Wow…yeah that just about sums it up.

Melissa: So, what you going to do?

Shaun: Do you know, I’ve not even given it any thought to be honest.

Melissa: Oh yeah, of course you haven’t…sorry

She looks sheepishly away, embarrassed she even asked the question

Shaun: Don’t be sorry…nothing has changed. I want to be with you, I even opened my big mouth and Pixie caught me saying it. Question is, do you want to be with me…a Dad

Melissa smiles.

Melissa: It makes no difference to me…just take your time before you make a decision like that. Let Pixie get better first.

Shaun nods, even though he wasn’t sure she would get better. Melissa throws her arms around him, and Shaun enjoys the tenderness, wishing it would last forever.

Orlando: Err…Shaun?

Shaun and Melissa part, and Shaun notices the Doctor stood beside them

Shaun: Sorry…is it about Pixie?

Doctor: Are you her husband?

Shaun: No…ex boyfriend, the child is mine though.

The Doctor pauses for a moment, but then speaks

Doctor: Well, first of all whatever substance it was she was injected with, it doesn’t seem to have had the desired effect. We ran some tests and it seems that the only real issue she may have is some memory loss. Nothing too major however, and the gaps in her memory should return in time. But, from what we can see, there will be no long lasting effect, no more that her perhaps feeling a little over tired for a few weeks till it works its way out of her system.

Shaun: That’s great news…and the baby.

Doctor: The womb actually protected the baby really well, and we see no evidence that there should be any problems. Obviously we want to keep a close look on it for the next couple of days, but it seems to me the baby is perfectly healthy.

Shaun sighs with relief, as Orlando places a hand on his shoulder

Shaun: Can I see her?

Doctor: She’s still a little woozy, but yes, that should be fine just for a short while

Shaun: Thank you Doctor

The Doctor nods an acknowledgment before walking off to deal with other patients, leaving Shaun to turn to Melissa.

Shaun: Do you mind?

Melissa: Of course not…do you want me to wait?

Shaun: No, its ok…this might take some time. Orlando, can you take Melissa home please? I’ll get a taxi.

Orlando: You sure…I can come in with you.

Shaun: No, I have to do this alone

Orlando: It can wait

Shaun: No, I have to be the one to tell her bro…it has to be me.

Orlando nods, and hugs his brother

Orlando: Proud of you man. Come on then Melissa.

Melissa kisses Shaun on the cheek tenderly, before they both go off in opposite directions, Shaun walking to the door where he knew Pixie was. He takes a deep breath before walking in, his eyes meeting Pixie’s almost immediately. Shaun sits down, and Pixie reaches out with her hand, Shaun taking it

Pixie: Its ok you know?

Shaun: What is?

Pixie: What you said at the house, about you and me.

Shaun: You weren’t supposed to hear it like that

Pixie: I know, but I sort of figured that would be the case. I hurt you; I know that Shaun, I don’t deserve you

Shaun: Don’t think like that Pixie, it just wasn’t supposed to be

Pixie: I know, but thank you for coming for me, saving me from Douglas

Shaun: I’ll always be there for you Pixie, no matter what.

He places his hand on Pixie’s stomach

Shaun: You and the little one

Pixie smiles, the girl in the hospital bed more recognisable now as the one he fell in love with, before it all went terribly wrong.

Shaun: Pixie, there’s something I have to tell you

Pixie: Its Dad isn’t it?

The matter of fact way that she puts it surprises him. He nods, his pre-rehearsed speech now rendered pointless.

Pixie: I thought it was strange he wasn’t around…how?

Shaun: He killed himself babe, he couldn’t cope with the guilt of what he had done to you. I was the last person to talk to him; he called me to say sorry

A single tear forms in the corner of her eye, cascading down her cheek and hitting the pillow. Shaun squeezes her hand a little more tightly.

Pixie: Is she good for you?

Shaun: Huh?

Pixie: You’re new girlfriend; does she make you feel happy?

The sorrow in her face is obvious, the hurt she is feeling. Here she was, having gone through everything she had of late, yet still she was thinking of Shaun, and his wellbeing.

Shaun: Let’s not talk about that, you need to rest.

Pixie: No Shaun, I need to know, are you going to be happy with her?

Shaun nods

Shaun: I think so, but its early days yet babe…but it doesn’t affect anything with me and you. I’d like us to be friends, to bring up the baby together. I hope we can manage that

Pixie: I’m sure we can Shaun. Friends…I’d like that too. But, what about…

Shaun: Melissa, she’s fine with it. You’d like her

Pixie: I hope so Shaun, you deserve to be with someone special

She tries to hide it, but she can’t. Right now, even with Shaun here she suddenly felt so alone. Shaun realises that, and puts his other hand on top of hers.

Shaun: He only did what he thought was right Pixie…don’t ever hate him for that

Pixie: I know, I just wish he was here right now. I wish he could have known I was carrying his Grandchild…

It is in that moment that finally the floodgates open, and Pixie begins to sob uncontrollably. The tears she had struggled to hold back finally flowing freely. Shaun holds her tightly as she places her head on his shoulder, allowing her to let all her emotion out. She was going to need a lot of support in the coming weeks, and Shaun was willing to give that to her. In the process though, was it going to ruin what he was building with Melissa?

SIGN OF THE TIMES

“I have to say I stand here before you shocked to my very core. Here I was, dodging the scathing…well, a little bit harsh, comments coming from all the others in this match up, minding my own business and wondering, wondering who it would be who would be the first to show a sign of weakness, a sign of the cracks forming, the pressure taking its toll.

I looked over the competitors and wondered, would it be Masquerade, reeling in shock that, oh my Gosh, it looks like he will have to stand alone in the Chamber? After a lifetime of having his mentor to fall back on, Masquerade is finally going to have to prove himself, though it’s a little disappointing that it isn’t by his own choice. Could it be Katie Steward, the weight of the expectation she heaps on herself finally making its mark as she realised that she wasn’t even the most dominant woman in this match, never mind the entire SCW? Would she crack, finally realising that she wasn’t the Queen of SCW, or even the Princess for that matter, and in fact came in somewhere between the chamber maid, and the bird who cleans the toilets?

It occurred to me that maybe it would be Christy Matthews, who lets be honest here isn’t the soundest of minds in the first place, and maybe just maybe her lurching from good performance to shocking might be something to do with different personalities. Perhaps she would go crazy as one persona argued with the other, Christy being just about the only person I know who could find an argument in an empty room besides herself. It even crossed my mind that maybe, just maybe it would dawn on Chad Evans that in fact he isn’t God, and like the rest of us is simply a human being, flesh and bone, and whose likelihood to finish the elimination chamber bleeding from every possible orifice was beginning to look more and more certain with every passing moment.”


Shaun nods, all those outcomes possible in the grand scheme of things, such was the volatile nature of the Elimination Chamber.

“Imagine my shock…no, shock isn’t a big enough word, imagine my astonishment as I turned on my TV, switched on the DVD and inserted the disk, and then proceeded to listen and watch Shilo Valiant fall apart…right before my very eyes”

His eyes widen, as he attempts to look as shocked as he possibly could. He hesitates for a moment, holding his head in his hands in mock despair, before lifting his head, his eyes once again meeting the camera, as he smiles from ear to ear.

“That’s it…really, that was all it took to push you over the edge? Losing the United States title? I mean, I had my doubts about your sanity before, after all surely a former world champion couldn’t be so stupid as to miss what was going on right before his eyes, but now I understand what was going on. I can’t take anything that you have said over the course of the last couple of weeks as your true feelings, because it’s become blatantly obvious fella that you were losing the plot. I mean, as I said, I could understand what you were trying to say, but in doing so it was your reasoning’s that had me wondering. I mean, no one in their right mind would say I didn’t take Shawn to the edge; it was there for everyone to see. I don’t want to add fuel to the fire here, or make matters worse, but the fact that Gable Winchester has taken to rehashing your words as gospel, that’s got to say something hasn’t it, because he comes from the same cloud cuckoo land on which you have set up residence.

All that said however, I still listened to you, although it felt a little uncomfortable watching you fall apart. I don’t know, perhaps it was some kind of sadistic tendency within me, or maybe it was simply because of a belief of what comes around goes around. But, one thing is for certain I couldn’t take my eyes from the screen as you ranted and raved, and generally went on the offence against everything that built you up in the first place, and in one foul swoop ruined all the work you did as World and United States champion. Fact is, all those good things you mentioned, the fans still remembered them at the time. Much like your attitude to me Shilo, you were only seeing what you wanted to see, hearing what you wanted to here. But now, even if they hadn’t turned on you then, they will have now. Congratulations Shilo, you have now officially joined the realms of the idiotic, take your seat right next to all the others clowns that didn’t know when they were onto a good thing. Ungrateful, that’s the only word that describes you right now, because on the back of one defeat you have disillusioned them all.


He holds up his hands, as if fending off an altercation

“But hold on there fella…you have no reason to say it, I know precisely what you are thinking right now. You don’t care…am I right? Course I am, because right now you are on one of those self destructive episodes we have seen so many endure. From the man everyone cheered, respected, you have begun the descent, towards a place where the only reaction you will ever receive is negative. Again, I want to reiterate, I know you don’t care…bravo…you hold your head high bud. All those people you are letting down, you make sure you stick to your guns Shilo; you do what’s right for you. Because believe me, when you come back, crawling on your knees for forgiveness, just like people like you always do. You’re going to find that they won’t be so easily swayed next time around. You were something for so many to believe in, an Icon for the kinds of people that tend to get forgotten about, and now its you who has thrown it back in their faces, and not the other way around. All collateral damage right, cannon fodder as long as you get what you want? All because you were not mentally strong enough to carry the can for a shock defeat…how weak does that make you sound Shilo??

And you know the worse thing in all this Shilo? It’s not that you are plummeting into the depths of despair; it’s that you have this convoluted idea of what you think the fans need. All this paranoia in your head, of people turning against you, it’s driven you to believe that the fans want you to be their champion once more. But can’t you see, if what you are saying is true, you have fallen so far out of favour with them, that they would rather cheer for someone like James Evans. Yeah, he probably did turn his back on them, but honestly what was it he did that was so different to what you are doing now? Shawn Winters plays the man the fans love to hate to perfection, he’s the world champion, of course he is going to have his fair share of fans who cheer for the pantomime villain he is. Yes, they want to be entertained, but they want people to be real. Shawn is a jackass, he knows it, and the fans know it, that doesn’t stop the merchandise sales though does it? Why…because although we don’t like it, he is the world champion, and popular or not, the World Champion of the SCW will always get his fair share of respect. James Evans is now the United States champion…can you see the pattern Shilo?”


He pauses for a moment, allowing his words to sink in, a dramatic pause that Karnivale would have been proud of. If he had one, Shaun would have pulled out a guitar right now and sung the SCW a song. That’s entertainment…apparently

“But, there is one exception to the rule, Shilo, because there is someone in this match up that gets respect from these fans not because of what he has achieved, but because of the kind of person he is and that’s me. I have these fans respect, for one reason and one reason alone, they can count on me to deliver, each and every night. I don’t mean delivering titles, what I am talking about is much more than that. I can’t compares titles with you, or experience, I can’t even claim to be more talented because we have never faced off, but the one thing I can claim is that I know the difference between someone who is a bad guy, and then someone who is just crying like a spoilt bitch. You’re like the kid who gets tackled too hard at football practice and then takes his ball home because he can’t get his own way. I expected more, much, much more from the former World Champion. You’re not a jester Shilo, you’re a joke, but I’ll be damned if I’ll allow the joke to be on this company, by allowing you to get through the Chamber. The thing is Shilo, and I never for one second thought I’d say this, but if I don’t beat the elimination chamber, I pray to God that it isn’t you who faces Winters in the main event at Under Attack. You are not in any way shape or form what this company needs right now, Chad Evans as champion would be a better option. Pull up the big boy pants Shilo because you’re hurtling into an abyss, and you cannot take this company with you…WE, the people you have turned your back on will not let you.”

He unscrews the cap from a bottle and takes on a mouthful of water. He licks his lips, removing the moisture, enjoying the coolness

“I say we of course, but it would be foolish for me to think that everyone is as concerned about you as I am. Fact is Shilo; you have overestimated what people are going to think about you, especially when it comes to the other people in this match. I doubt Christy Matthews for instance has even noticed that you are losing your mind, although I’m betting Chad has, but hasn’t stopped laughing about the whole episode yet to make comment. Masquerade will be currently experiencing the mental equivalent of waking up in the middle of a field without a clue where he is now no one is holding his hand. And as for Katie Steward, she’s probably still trying to figure out what I said to her in my last promo, because I used big words like at, on, and in.

But I’m going to talk a little bit about you now Christy, though I’m afraid I don’t have the benefit of a big bucks production like Shilo, and I don’t get to use props such as skeletons, tombs and dry ice. He made a big thing of it didn’t it Christy, in the name of entertainment. I’m guessing you watched, wide eyed just like I did as he went all around the houses, summoning every cliché he could find, just to say that in essence everyone in this Chamber match wasn’t any good bar him. Did anyone else expect him to cast himself into the pits of hell, signifying the death of the old Shilo Valiant, or was that just me?

Anyway Christy, I digress, because it’s you I am talking to now, the girl who everyone from the new guys, all the way up to the most experienced guys on this roster are tipping to pull this off, and leave the rest of us trailing in her wake. Now, I’m not going to dispute what you have done for one second. I mean, I spoke in my last promo of how good you can be when you have your game face on, Shawn Winters almost didn’t get his chance because of you, and that is something that cannot be ignored. But it troubles me Christy; because although you have shown yourself capable before, whenever we have faced off it’s not happened for you. It was that that made me label you the wild card, because you confuse me Christy. Could it be that throughout the Taking hold of the Flame battle royal you simply got lucky? It’s possible after all, that maybe at the end your luck just simply ran out for you. It’s entirely possible isn’t it; we’ve seen it many times before, so am I putting you on a pedestal simply because of one match and one performance?

And then there is probably one of the biggest factors, and that is the fact that you are a part of Infamous, oh yeah don’t think I’ve forgotten that one. No doubt you had them all around you, assisting you, helping you get closer and closer to the end. It can never be forgotten that you are part of that group, because just that fact alone is evidence enough that there are no levels you won’t stoop to, to get the job done. Admittedly, it’s a little difficult to cheat, when in essence there are no rules, but is the Infamous adage that you will always find a way to bend whatever rules there are. It makes you wonder doesn’t it, what kind of frame of mind someone has to be in, that they will cheat first under any circumstances, and then win later

And it is that mindset, and in particular yours that I have to question, because for Chad, for Shilo and for myself it’s perfectly obvious why we are here. Chad and Shilo want that title so bad, you can almost see them salivating over it, I once again just want to prove something, prove that even in a field as talented as this I can still come through. Even Masquerade now is in this match with a point to prove to Shilo, that he doesn’t need him anymore, and that those days are over. I’ll talk about Katie in a moment, but for you, I can’t understand why you would possibly put yourself in a Chamber, even going as far as to start the match, knowing that there isn’t a chance you are going to come through unscathed. Fact is none of us will, but Christy, why would you put yourself through that? There can only be one reason for it? You’ve done a Shilo…and you’ve lost your mind. Christy, this cannot end well for you. That’s not a threat, that’s not the kind of person I am. But there are those in this match, I’m sure you know who they are, who simply want to hurt you, no more no less. The way to end suffering, is not to endure more Christy remember that, because if you don’t this could be a very long night for you. If you’ve really have gone crazy, that makes you dangerous”


They still hadn’t heard from Christy, but there was no reason to suggest she wouldn’t speak eventually. Christy had a lot to gain in this match, but very little to lose. But like the next person he was going to talk about. Shaun raises his hands and applauds

“Bravo, my friend bravo…in quite possibly your best performance to date you finally, managed to rid yourself of Valiant, the guy who I’m sure you noticed didn’t waste any time telling the world that you were holding him back. Didn’t take long for him to truly reveal what he thought of you, how he would have achieved so much more without you…apparently. Thing is Masquerade, the truth is the exact opposite, and I’m sure that one day you will realise it. Because as I told you the first time we faced off, it has always been Shilo keeping you on a tight lease, doing his bidding because you were happy to. How ironic is it that by doing this now, he has actually lessened his chances of winning the Chamber, because he won’t have you around watching his back? And for you Masquerade, that’s a good thing because you were in danger of being guilty by association whereas now you can stand as your own man…finally breaking free of those shackles. My question to you now however, is what are you going to do with your new found freedom?

Everyone in this match knows how capable you are, how you have taken Shilo to his limits so many times. You’re talent has never been disputed, not by me, or in fact by many others. I explained previously how I understood why you stood beside him. It was convenient, easy, it gave you a comfort blanket of not having to be the main man in your life, and at that time it suited you down to the ground. You didn’t want to be the number one guy, you just wanted to be accepted by Shilo, but now Masquerade, what do you do now? Now that you are standing on your own feet, now that you are walking into that Chamber and starting the match with Christy, do you actually believe that you can best five others and then move on to face Shawn Winters. Can you win two of the biggest matches you have ever been placed in on a single night? I guess, at some levels we are all asking that same question of ourselves, can it be done? But, nothings changed for me, I was always here to stand alone. Do you really believe breaking free from Karnivale is good for you?

And I know that’s a lot of questions Masquerade, but that’s the nature of the beast right now. What we all hoped would eventually happen now has, but none of us really know what is going to happen next. We pray that you take this chance and you run with it, showing the world exactly how good you have always been and break from the shadow you found yourself. I for one am hoping you go on to be MORE successful than Shilo, so he realises as well what he was doing to your career. Obviously I hope it’s not at Under Attack, but I hope you become the world champion down the line, just to show Shilo just how wrong he was to discard you the way he has, so much for a supposed friend huh?

But, there is also the other side of the coin, and it’s the side which cannot be ignored. Because there is every chance that this will become too much for you, and that having Shilo there was the fact that made you look good in the first place. You may falter until the expectation that is now being placed on you, and end up a broken man. There is every possibility that throughout this, Shilo was always right, and he is, and will always be the better man.


He rubs his chin thoughtfully…which was it going to be?

“But I don’t think that’s the case Masquerade, I think this is going to be your defining moment, your potential to make the fans smile, to entertain is endless. Shilo may have turned on them Masquerade, but that space is something which you should be looking to fill. Can you win this Chamber, I’m afraid only you can answer that, but regardless of the outcome, and no matter how cliché it sounds, you will still come out of this PPV a winner. Because you’ve rid yourself of the albatross, Shilo Valiant has gone…and now, you’re in control Masquerade. Over to you bud

He takes another sip of the water and widens his eyes, fighting the tiredness which was taking over his body right now. He could fall to sleep right now, but there were two others he still needed to address, starting with the Queen herself.

“Katie, it seems that you and I seem to have a difference of opinion on the Chamber, and what it means to this match. See, you are all about the structure and what it can do. You are obviously quite concerned about it, going as far as to resort to breathing exercises to calm your nerves. You even went as far as saying that none of us can hurt you, we are not the ones standing in your way, and it’s the Chamber. The Chamber is the one thing stopping you from becoming the SCW World Champion

He shakes his head, totally in disbelief at what he is hearing

“You’re a Queen right, the self professed Queen of the SCW. I’m sorry, but I’d assume that with that title, must come a little intelligence surely? You must have been speaking rhetorically, or having us all on, lulling us into a false sense of security because that is quite possibly the most ridiculous thing I have heard. To put it bluntly Katie, the structure cannot hurt you…one of us driving your head into one of the pods and busting your head wide open…that hurts

The fact is Katie, you have built the Chamber into such a force, such an obstacle, that you have forgotten the real reason that you are not going to walk away with a shot against Shawn Winters. For someone who is so obviously scared, how can you be the other side of the coin be so arrogant? How can you, who is obviously having issues with the style of this match, then say without any doubt whatsoever you are going win?

The answer to that is, you can’t. You cannot say you are going to definitely win, just like none of us truly can. We can say we are going all out to do precisely that, but there are so many permutations that literally anything could happen. We all have our opinions, this wouldn’t be the industry it was if we didn’t, but honestly, those breathing exercises are not helping you to see clearly if you cannot realise that the odds are stacked heavily against you. If you were entering last, if you’d won the Battle Royal like Chad Evans, perhaps that confidence would be a little more justifiable, as it is, you have, just like I have, everything to do to get this job done.

And to do that, more than a one on one match you need to prepare. But it seems that you are too busy working on your breathing to be concerned about what the rest of us are actually going to bring to the table. You believe you are the only one who has been evolving, the only one striving to be better? If that’s the case, I suggest that you listen to virtually every single one of my promos since I set foot in this place. That has been what I have been about since day one, to be better than I was the match before. Even when I faced Shawn Winters for the title at Apocalypse, my only concern was coming across as someone who could one day soon be the world champion and not as some joker who had gotten lucky. I did that, I showed the world what I could do and Shawn barely escaped, and I gained priceless experience in doing so.


He pauses for breath, was Katie really that oblivious to the true nature of her undertaking. Was everyone losing their minds here?

“Before I move on Katie, there is one thing which I want to make abundantly clear. You may contradict yourself more times than I am able to prove you wrong, you may have discounted us all as irrelevant, insignificant, and nothing but a hindrance as you defeat us all, and then Shawn Winters. But the sad fact of the matter is this; your promises to claim what you call your rightful place at the top of SCW have fallen on deaf ears. NO-ONE and I mean no one has faith in you pulling this off, other than those you surround yourself with and even they are not sure.

You’re a scared little girl, trying to look all big and tough, but you can’t fool anyone when the fear is so obvious in your eyes. You’re a talent, there is no doubt about that, but you have your place, and it is not in a match like this, and it is not at the very top of this company. So breathe Katie, and keep on breathing, because there is going to come a moment when you realise that the structure was never the problem, and when that happens, the worst thing you could do is panic. You are right on one thing however, if you pull this off, it will indeed be one of the most monumental moments in SCW history, one of its greatest shocks. And if you do, I’ll be the first to congratulate you, and admit I was wrong…but I won’t be losing any sleep over that happening.


Could Katie Steward really raise her game enough to win this match? And even if she did, would she really have enough in the tank to then deal with Shawn Winters? Shaun doubted it, but wasn’t discounting it totally. He had learned that anything could happen in the SCW, and more often than not, it did. He replaces the top on the water and discards the bottle, his eyes never leaving the camera. There was one more person to address…

“And finally, talking of sleep, I turn to you Chad Evans, because it seems to me that after a load of bluster, and shouting your mouth off when no one else had the opportunity to reply, that you have gone and nodded off, gone for a nap…realised that hold on just one minute, you have bitten off more than you could chew. I mean, for a while there I didn’t think we would be able to shut you up, it was that constant. Verbal diarrhoea flowing from your mouth like raw sewage, I have to say I didn’t think it was going to stop. Now, with Under Attack just a few days away, its seems that ‘God’, the great almighty, has gone and lost the ability of speech

Now, for someone like I dunno, Christy perhaps, it’s not too disconcerting. I mean, we all know the mouth she has on her, no dirty gag intended Christy I promise, but sometime Christy prefers to let her actions do the talking. No harm in that, there are many others like her. However Chad, you are different, you always have plenty to say, and you’re never afraid to say it either. You’re always willing to share your opinions with us, sometimes forcing them down our throats. That’s why this sudden silence is strange. It’s not just this match either, you were the same against Trent, so why the sudden change in attitude? I mean winning the Battle Royal, entering the Chamber last, you should be on top of the world because your odds are shorter than anyone else’s, and you have given yourself the greatest chance of winning. I expected this fact being rammed down our throats more than once…so what’s going on Chad?


Another shrug of the shoulders is followed by a smile as Shaun adjusts his position. If he had any concerns about the Chamber he certainly wasn’t showing them. In fact whilst everyone around him was losing their heads he still had his firmly screwed on and he looked totally relaxed.

“Chad, I share your sentiment towards me, because there is no doubt you are one hell of a wrestler, capable of great things, capable of winning the world title already none the less. You have proven, like many in this match that you deserve to be in this Chamber. I cannot dispute that. However, though you probably don’t care to admit it, there is one attribute you share with Shilo, because the both of you are speaking from the same hymn sheet when it comes to me. Both of you can see I’m a talented wrestler, thanks for that it honestly means a lot. But the in the next breath you say that I am not ready for a match of this magnitude yet, that I have more dues to pay before I should even think about a world title match? Why is it that the both of you are saying the same thing? Why is it that both of you believe I am not ready? Maybe it’s because the two of you are not so comfortable in your spaces at the top table to believe that you can stop me.

Because wrestling will always revolve in a cycle, it’s the way of the world. You only have to look around the archives to see that many of the top guys who walked these corridors are no longer here. Xander Valentine as the example, looked unbeatable during his time, but knew his career had begun to wane and so walked away whilst he still could. Hurse doesn’t wrestle any longer, one of the probably the greatest cross SCW/IWC wrestlers and now he’s no more. No one stays at the top of the game forever, there is always a time when younger guys will come through hungry for the spot, and that’s what is happening right now. People talk of my inexperience, that I haven’t accomplished anything in the SCW and to some extent I will agree with that. But on the flip side of the coin, it is that fact that drives me on, because I want to achieve things here. In short, I am hungry for the success you have already claimed.

Chad, I find it difficult to accept that you could be hungry for anything such is the way you live your life and your career. You call me boring, bland, whereas I would call it focussed…focussed on what I could achieve at the PPV if everything falls into place. They called Orlando boring as well, that’s my brother, not my father just in case you missed it last time. I hope I manage to be boring to the number of five world titles. Do I realise I’m not the favourite to win this? Of course I do, I’m not stupid, but six months ago there isn’t a single person who would have given me a chance. But in that time I have shown desire, and I have show professionalism. I don’t dick around in my promos, or employ media companies, because that’s not what I am about. I’m about delivering something real to these people, something for them to people in, and not for them to laugh at, or try to make them believe I am some kind of God. Yeah, maybe to you that would come across as boring, no doubt you’d love to see me let down my guard, to try and be a little more like you. But I look at you Chad, and although I see a talented guy, I also someone who couldn’t care less about the title he is attempting to claim. And the Chamber is nothing if it isn’t a test of your hunger for the prize.

And I think that is why you have gone quiet Chad, because I don’t believe you think the title is worth what you are going to have to endure. Yeah, I’m sure you would love the bragging rights, telling everyone who would listen how you went into the Chamber, beat five other wrestlers and then Shawn Winters later on in the night. But I think you have realised precisely what you are going to have to do to achieve that goal. You’ve watched, and you’ve listened and then you’ve thought, hold on a minute…maybe, just maybe this isn’t for me after all and that’s why all has gone quiet on the Chad Evans front. I don’t know maybe you’ll come out in a few moments and shock us all, maybe Chad Evans really is the real deal, and will yet prove himself to be a threat in this one. Perhaps I, as well as others have written you off just a little too early? One thing is for certain though, for me, for Katie and even for Shilo, we all have somewhere to turn, somewhere to allay our fears. So inclosing and with that in mind, I think I know how your feeling right now, and I think I know what’s going through your head. So the final question is this, when he realises that his back is against the corner and there is no way out, who does ‘God’ turn to for prayer? Ponder that one Chad.”


At last he had accounted for everyone, and he was glad that rest was almost upon him, a chance to recharge the batteries ahead of what could turn out to be a defining PPV for him. His eyes narrow a little; his voice quietens, and becomes a little more intent

“What has surprised me most this past few weeks since the PPV was announced, is that whilst I am obviously the least experienced coming into this, it seems that I am the only one who has been keeping his head and remaining real in all this. By that I mean Christy and Chad have suddenly become mute, which goes against years of sewage and noise, Masquerade has finally broken free of Shilo…when the best time to do such a thing would have been immediately after the Chamber in which he will probably need his help. Katie, for no reason at all suddenly thinks she is a wrestling powerhouse, with no evidence whatsoever and Shilo, oh my, Shilo has gone well and truly off his rocker, and has begun seeing things that really are not there, paranoid beyond belief. Yeah, I don’t think there is any doubt that they are all going nuts

In conclusion guys, even coming in fourth, not the best position in the Chamber, but also not the worst, I can still do this, and then end the night facing Shawn Winters for the World title once again. Shawn no doubt doesn’t expect me there, just like the five other people in the match; however that will only serve to help what would turn into one of the most emotional nights in my career if I was able to pull this off. Nine months ago I signed for this company wondering if I could ever scale the heights like I did in the IWC, and I had my doubts, I’m not ashamed to say that. But now, no matter what they think, I belong in this company, I’ve proven that ten times over.

The Valiant’s, the Evans, they can focus on the losses if they wish, but they conveniently forget that I have already beaten two former world champions, and countless other title holders in the SCW. They can ignore the factual evidence that is before them, and choose to believe that they want; this country is all about freedom of choice. But when all is said and done, and they choose to ignore the obvious, there is only one person they will be able to blame. And then, it will be all about Shawn Winters, and whether his luck against me is about to run out.”


With a wink to the camera, he walks away from camera shot, the Chamber getting ever closer. Who would be the next to show their total desperation…Shaun couldn’t wait to find out. The scene fades to black.
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My first as Christy.

I'm going to try and get a second done before the deadline but I make no promises one way or another. My mother got taken to the hospital last night and is staying in for a few days so I've been somewhat distracted and hence not fully committed to getting this done in time.

Enjoy.

Notes:
1) The first part of this RP is character development. There are no cameras following around the characters, there is no television format and despite the fact it's told in the first person it's not being told to you as a character, it's being told you to as a reader. This means it's decidedly "off camera"
2) The character of Christy Matthews is a dark one. Her history is not something from a fairytale and her entire life has been far less than the picturesque "American Dream". If any of this offends you it's not intended in the slightest
3) Her history is not entirely in the public domain. If you want to know what is known to the public and what isn't then check out her history section at her website. The most important aspect to note is that nobody, not even her friends, know she's schizophrenic
4) At the bottom of the first page of this RP you'll find a link that says "To Be Continued..." Click this link to move from the character development part of the RP to the "Shoot" part of the RP, which is a promo cut by the character that is considered the "on camera" section, as you'll understand when you read it
5) I hope you enjoy the story and the shoot, and if you have any comments feel free to IM or PM me and let me know what you think, feedback is always appreciated
6) If you're offended by schizophrenia, child abuse, wife beating, drunken marriages, friends who swear a lot, main characters who don't swear at all, alcohol, anti-religious comments, views on the world, imaginary people or guys in masks then Christy Matthews is probably not the character for you. Otherwise, feel free to read and enjoy

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Christy Matthews Uncensored: The American Dream
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OOC - Final one from me guys. Been an absolute blast and a honour facing you all. Enjoy

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It had now been several days since Pixie had been admitted to hospital, and finally she had been given the all clear to return home. She had been left wondering where she was supposed to go, but Shaun had taken control, and taken her in with Melissa’s blessing, and now she was convalescing at what was their house. She sits on the sofa, staring blankly at the TV screen, the programme not even registering in her head. She couldn’t help but feel that most of the situation she found herself in now had been her own fault. Shaun had been nothing but amazing to her since the very beginning, and she felt embarrassed, even ashamed at the way she had treated him. Her misguided love for her father had ruined any hope that she had of finding true happiness with a man who treated her like a princess. Now, it looked like Shaun had found someone else with whom to share his life, and someone who wasn’t playing a game with his emotions, and just that fact alone made her sick to her stomach. She tries to put it down to morning sickness, but she knows the truth. She was grateful for all that Shaun was doing right now, and even more grateful that Melissa, who see hadn’t even met, understood enough to let him. Once again she feels a pang of guilt, realising that she probably wouldn’t do the same

Her thoughts turn to what she was going to do next. After all, she couldn’t stay here for ever. No matter how much of a saint Melissa was, there wasn’t a chance she would allow this to become a permanent arrangement. But, she had no forms of income, the hospital having tired of her lack of attendance a long time ago, a baby on the way, and no where to stay. She knew there were places that dealt with this kind of situation, but she didn’t know where to start. How she wished Shaun could just drop everything and everyone and help her, but she knew he couldn’t. No, she would wait, till she was just a little stronger, and then she would get herself a flat, a job and somehow get through this. The doorbell rings, distracting her from her thoughts. She curses a little, wondering who would be calling whilst she was trying to put her life in order. She walks across the room, slightly opening the curtains and sees a woman stood at the door. She hadn’t met her yet, but she had little doubt this was Melissa. She looks in the mirror, turning up her nose at what she see’s, wishing she had at least applied some make up, but then takes a deep breath, opening the door.

Melissa: Hi…err, is Shaun around?

Pixie: No sorry, he’s just gone to the shops…Melissa I presume?

Melissa: That’s right yeah…Pixie?

Pixie nods her answer. There is a moment’s awkward silence until Pixie steps a little away from the door

Pixie: He won’t be long…do you want to wait?

Melissa stands still, wondering if this was really a good idea. Shaun had told her that Pixie’s mind was all over the place at the moment, surely her turning up wouldn’t help.

Melissa: Yeah, ok…thanks

She feels a wave of regret swell over her as she says the words, but she steps into the house anyway, and into the hallway. Pixie shuts the door, and motions towards the kitchen

Pixie: Shall we?

Melissa heads into the kitchen, and takes a seat at the breakfast bar, the awkwardness hanging in the air obvious to the both of them. Pixie picks up the kettle, and begins filling it with cold water from the tap

Pixie: Tea?

Melissa: Yeah, please…

Pixie busily takes a couple of mugs from the cupboard, mugs she remembered going shopping for with Shaun. She places two teabags in the mugs, and follows it up with some milk

Pixie: Oh, sorry…I’m assuming you take milk?

Melissa: Please…no sugar though

Pixie nods, that was easy to remember as that was the way she had her tea also. The kettle boils, switching itself off, and Pixie pours the water into the mugs. Melissa watches, but the pair avoids eye contact, until Pixie removes the tea bags and passes a mug to Melissa

Melissa: Thank you…

Pixie: So, this is a little awkward right?

Melissa laughs

Melissa: Just a little…how are you feeling?

Pixie nods, pondering the question. All things considered she actually felt quite good; better than she imagined she would anyway. Even though the future scared her, she knew that actually she had gotten off lightly in comparison to what Douglas had been planning.

Pixie: Not too bad actually. Not sure what I am going to do next, but looking forward to being a mum

Immediately she regrets bringing up the subject, knowing which way she had now turned the conversation.

Pixie: I’m sorry…

Melissa shrugs it off

Melissa: Seriously Pixie, its fine. Being a Mum is something special; you have every right to want to talk about it.

Pixie: Yeah, but you’re not necessarily the right person to be talking to are you?

Melissa: Look we both know that you and Shaun have a ‘colourful’ past, but I’m happy enough for us all to be a part of each others lives if you are. It will only be awkward if we allow it, if we are grown up about things it will be fine.

Pixie: I can see why he likes you Melissa, you’re a nice person

Melissa: And from what I hear Pixie, so are you. You made a mistake, we all do.

Pixie nods, taking a sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving Melissa. She could she that when Shaun said Melissa would be ok with all this he was telling the truth and it was strangely reassuring to her. Although they were getting on, they both felt relief as they heard the front door open and Shaun walk into the house

Shaun: Pixie, I’m back

Pixie: In the kitchen Shaun

Shaun walks into the room, surprise filling his face as he see’s Melissa sipping on her tea

Shaun: Oh, hi Melissa…I see the two of you have met then.

Shaun had planned on it being a while yet before they crossed paths. He wasn’t sure it was something Pixie could cope with right now.

Melissa: Yeah, we’ve been comparing notes

Shaun: Really?

Melissa: NO…not really you plum. We’ve just been having a chat, making sure there is no awkwardness

Shaun: And?

Melissa: And, it’s going to be fine Shaun, don’t worry.

Shaun looks over at Pixie

Shaun: And all this is for real?

Pixie nods

Pixie: Yeah…tea?

Shaun shrugs his shoulders, wondering if he has stepped into an alternate universe. He looks at them both, about to question the situation some more, before deciding against it. If they were friendly, life would be a lot easier to maintain, and right now he was more than ready for an easy life. Pixie makes a third cup of tea and passes it to Shaun

Shaun: You really should rest you know?

Pixie: Oh Shaun, you’re such a nag, I’m fine.

Shaun: I know, but you should be taking it easy.

Pixie: Perhaps, but I also need to stand on my own two feet eventually. I can’t be a burden on you forever. In fact, I was just giving some thought to what I should do next

Shaun: Next?

Pixie: Yeah, getting my own place, a new job

Shaun: Well, maybe you don’t have to worry about that

Pixie looks at Melissa who shrugs her shoulders, unsure of what Shaun is talking about. They don’t have long to wonder however, as Shaun pulls an envelope from his jacket pocket and throws it onto the table.

Shaun: Pick it up then

Pixie looks down at the envelope

Pixie: What’s going on Shaun?

Shaun: It’s the deeds…for this place. I’ve had them changed to your name. This place…its all yours

Melissa smiles, but Pixie looks on in total shock. She picks up the envelope and opens it, and sure enough it contains the deeds to the house, her name printed across the top

Pixie: But…I can’t accept this

Shaun: Too late for that, I’ve already done it

Pixie: But…

Shaun: No ifs or buts Pixie. You’re carrying my child; it’s my obligation to make sure you are both provided for

Pixie: Yeah but, this, it’s too much. Get me a flat or something, not this place

Shaun: Pixie, you fell in love with this house, I know without any doubt that was for real from the very beginning. I’d only sell the place if you didn’t take it, so this way you know you will always have somewhere to live, rent free.

Pixie: I don’t know what to say

Shaun: Thank you…maybe?

She looks over at Melissa who nods, and Pixie throws her arms around Shaun, kissing him on the cheek. Finally she lets go, aware Shaun’s girlfriend is in the room

Pixie: I don’t deserve this Shaun

Shaun: That’s your opinion, not mine.

Pixie: Where are you going to go?

Shaun: Well, I’ll stay here for a little while, till you are strong enough to fend for yourself. Then, I’m going to move into the flat above the pub, so I’ll be fine. Honestly, I only spend half my time in the country anyway so it won’t affect matters, and I’m still close.

Pixie: Well, as long as you are sure

Shaun nods

Pixie: Thank you Shaun, it’s a massive weight off my mind. I’m going to go to my room now, give you guys some space

Melissa laughs, walking over to Shaun and placing a hand on his shoulder

Melissa: It’s your house Pixie…you can go where you please

Pixie grins, but picks her tea up and heads for the door.

Pixie: Thank you again Shaun, you’re one hell of a guy to do this

Shaun: Doing what anyone would have done…but thanks anyway

Pixie smiles once more, before leaving the kitchen. Melissa turns, and plants a kiss on Shaun’s lips, before lifting her head back, her arms still over his shoulders.

Shaun: You sure you are ok with all this. It’s quite a lot for you to take on. You could have anyone; I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t hang around.

Melissa looks at him; her eyes soften by Shaun’s words

Melissa: I don’t want anyone, I want you. And after seeing what you have done for Pixie, now I want you even more.

Shaun kisses her fully on the lips, thankful for this girl who had decided to take a chance on him, even with the baggage he would now be carrying. She was in his eyes perfect, a woman he could see him spending the rest of his life with. But then again, he’d felt all of this for Pixie, not that long ago.

THE FOLLOWING DAY

Orlando and Shaun are at the elder Cruze’s house. Owen is sat in front of the TV screen playing FIFA12 online, as Orlando and Shaun discuss David Douglas, and the events that transpired. Shaun is relaxed, happy that his life seems to have finally found some order, and feeling good about what he had done for Pixie.

Shaun: I can’t carry on, wondering about the past Orlando. What’s done is done, and we now have to move on with our lives…all of us

Orlando: I know bro, but giving her the house, bit extreme isn’t it?

Shaun: Not really, I don’t want to think of her struggling to pay me rent. I want her to know that she is safe, and she can build a life for herself without having to move away. Plus, and I admit it is an ulterior motive, it means I can get to see my baby grow up

Orlando scowls at his brother

Orlando: Is that a dig about me and Becca?

Shaun pulls a face, realising he has said the wrong thing

Shaun: No, don’t be daft. That was a totally different situation to this. You didn’t even know she had been born

Orlando: Pulling your leg man…

Shaun: Yeah…right, course you are. Anyway, yeah, it all makes sense to me, and Melissa doesn’t mind, in fact she was all for it.

Orlando: So…it looks like its all coming together then?

Shaun: Certainly looks that way yeah…that’s what worries me

Orlando: It can happen, it happened with Kloe and Sallie. Sometimes women surprise you…I’m warning you though, it can get quite awkward when they start comparing notes

Shaun: Nah, I’m actually a good guy Orlando, they won’t have anything bad to say about me. I can imagine Kloe and Sallie had quite a lot to discuss though.

The brothers share a laugh; it had been a long time since they had been able to sit here without the weight of the world on their shoulders. For the first time in as long as they could remember, the both of them were simply looking forwards, at all the possibilities opening up before them. Shaun being a Father for the first time, Orlando’s kids both growing up fast, and then on top of that the joint pub venture which at the moment was taking shape, they both had a lot to be grateful for.

Shaun: It’s difficult to get comfortable though don’t you think?

Orlando: What do you mean?

Shaun: Well, normally when you feel like this, the something comes crashing down around your ears.

Orlando: I used to think like that Shaun, but you can’t allow yourself to. If you do it will drive you crazy. It doesn’t matter whether you are a wrestler, an accountant or in charge of an entire country, life will still chuck crap at you. You can’t sit around waiting for the bad stuff to happen is what I’m saying Shaun, you have to live life whilst you still can

Shaun: I guess

Orlando: No guessing about it Shaun. Right now, you have the whole world at your fingertips. It’s entirely up to you which way your life goes from here; it’s in your hands. You have seen the reaction you get from around the world; everyone is standing up and taking notice of what you are achieving. And you’ve been in the SCW for eight months Shaun; never forget that for a second. Imagine what will happen when you get settled in your surroundings. Russell Nash Blade once said to me that I could one day be better than he ever was and that was one of the most profound moments in my life, someone like Desolation saying that to me. I’d put it on a par with beating Lethal Weapon at Paranoia 4, it meant that much to me.

Shaun: What you saying?

Orlando: What I’m saying Shaun, is you need to start accepting who you are, and what you mean to everyone that packs those arenas. I made a living being the underdog, the one no one expected to achieve the impossible. But you have no reason to feel that way. You’ve proven you belong amongst the very best, and now you need to start believing it yourself. You’re the Icon now…and I’m proud of what you have become. You’re a good man, and the fans see that in you, now you just need to see it in yourself.

Shaun: You sound like some kind of prophet

Orlando: Maybe I am Shaun, but I’m not the only one who believes you will be the SCW World Champion one day.

Shaun nods, and ponders the words. Orlando was his brother, he had to say these things, but with every passing moment Shaun felt more respect from his peers. He wasn’t just ‘Orlando’s brother’ anymore; he had proven himself a threat to the very best. Now he just needed to make that final step, the step that was probably the biggest, and the step which would bring him the World title.

LATER THAT EVENING

Shaun and Pixie are sat in the living room; conversation flowing like it did when they very first met. It felt strange, talking to his ex girlfriend like this, but at the same time it felt good. They had spoken of Pixie’s Father, and the good times Pixie had with him, and Shaun had spoken of his fear when he found out what Douglas had been planning to do. Then they had turned to the baby, and their plans for its future. By this point in the evening however, the both of them were sure of one thing. They were both still very fond of each other, and they would both work hard to ensure that this friendship and the wellbeing of their child would never suffer. Pixie yawn’s putting her hand over her mouth as she does, and apologises to Shaun

Pixie: That’s me I think, I think I’ll be off to bed

Shaun: I glad we had this chat Pixie, really glad

Pixie: Me too…and I’m glad you found someone like Melissa as well. She’s a nice girl.

Shaun: She is

Pixie leans forwards and kisses Shaun on the cheek, and it surprises them both how comfortable it is. They smile at each other, and Pixie stands, heading over to the door.

Pixie: Good night Shaun

Shaun: Good night Pixie, sleep well.

Another smile and she walks through the door, only half closing it behind her. Shaun reaches for the remote and turns off the TV which had been on mute anyway. He felt good, his mind clear and for once not racing with things he needed to deal with. For once he could concentrate on the wrestling, making the best of himself in the SCW. For the first time he realises just how well he had managed to keep the two things apart, and kept his real life from affecting his progress within the company. He had climbed the ladder step by step, and now found himself in the thoughts of the owner of the SCW. He hadn’t been in the initial shake up perhaps, and no doubt there would be those that would make reference as such. But nine months ago he was without a job, and now he was consider one of the top six wrestlers worthy of a title shot. No matter how people tried to dumb that fact down, it was progress unseen before in the SCW. He affords himself a smile, a smile which is abruptly taken away by the scream coming from the hallway. He jumps to his feet, his eyes widening as he runs through the door, focussing on Pixie who is laid half way up the stairs, clutching her stomach in agony.

Pixie: SHAUN…PLEASE!!!

Shaun hears the words, but the shock of what is happening has him stunned. The stairs where she is sat are stained with blood, her pyjama bottoms the same.

Shaun: Oh God…

He picks up the telephone and dials 999, asking the woman on the other end of the line for an ambulance. After giving all the details and that Pixie is pregnant he puts the phone down, racing over to Pixie who is in obvious agony.

Pixie: Shaun…I’m losing the baby, I know I am.

Shaun: No, your not, everything is going to be ok.

Pixie: No…

She screams, another stabbing pain surging through her stomach

Shaun: Just hold on Pixie, the ambulance will be here soon

Pixie: It’s too late Shaun…I know it is.

Shaun: No, don’t think that way…its going to be ok

She screams again, and Shaun holds her close, trying to ignore the trail of blood seeping into the carpet on the stairs. For nearly five minutes he holds her close, the pain beginning to subside a little, her sobs however getting stronger. Shaun begins to feel impatient, willing the ambulance to arrive, until finally he see’s the glow of the blue lights flashing outside, and the authoritative knock on the door. Shaun gets to his feet, and the paramedics walk in, immediately examining the scene.

“What’s her name Sir?”

Shaun doesn’t even realise that they are talking to him until he feels a hand on his shoulder. He looks at Pixie, who looks so pitiful right now and then back to the paramedic.

Shaun: It’s Pixie, her name is Pixie

“Ok Pixie, let’s get you to the hospital shall we?”

They lift her up onto her feet, and into a chair, which one of them wheels to the ambulance, loading her into the vehicle.

Shaun: I’m coming with her

“Are you the Father?”

Shaun nods, and the paramedic helps him into the ambulance, Shaun immediately taking Pixie’s hand

Shaun: It’s going to be ok babe…you’ll see.

She turns her head away, not able to look at him, and this brings a surge of emotion over Shaun the likes of which he hadn’t felt before. He felt sad, angry, but ultimately more than anything he felt useless. The ambulance roars away from the house and towards the hospital, Shaun as scared as he had ever been in his entire life.

TWO HOURS LATER

Shaun sits in the hospital waiting room, a place which was beginning to feel like his second home. He even felt guilty for thinking that, especially as it was Pixie who had to go through all the prodding and the poking. Predictably he was being told nothing; other than he would be informed once there was something to tell. All he got at the moment however were sympathetic glances from the nurses who passed. He was glad however to see the doors open at the end of the corridor, and Melissa walk towards him. When she reaches him, she holds out her arms and they embrace, Shaun glad of the company.

Shaun: Sorry for waking you…I’m glad you came though

Melissa: Of course I did…any news?

Shaun: As usual no…but I think I already know what they are going to say

Melissa: You don’t know Shaun

Shaun: No, I do. And Pixie knew as well. The babies gone Mel, I know it has.

Melissa doesn’t know what to say, and her eyes turn to the Doctor walking down the opposite corridor. She pulls away from Shaun and motions with her eyes, as the Doctor comes to a halt next to him.

Doctor: Shaun?

Shaun: Yeah, that’s me

Doctor: We have conducted all the tests on Pixie, and I’m afraid our worse fears…

Shaun: Never mind the flannel Doc, we’ve lost the baby haven’t we?

The Doctor nods, and Shaun feels some of the strength flow from his legs.

Doctor: I’m afraid Pixie suffered a miscarriage.

Shaun sits down on the chair, trying to contain his emotions, whilst the Doctor continued

Doctor: I’ve taken a look over Pixie’s notes, and I see she was admitted for a check up a few days ago

Shaun: That’s right yeah…don’t tell me you missed something or God help me…

The Doctor steps back a little. He had seen many a patient get violent when faced with disturbing news and many a Doctor end up a patient in their own hospital

Doctor: No, categorically not. It’s not a nice thing to go through, but I’m afraid these things happen Shaun.

Shaun: They happen…

Again, the words are said with really animosity, and the Doctor finds himself looking around for a member of security, just in case.

Doctor: But, it wasn’t due to whatever they did to Pixie, I’m one hundred percent confident in that

Shaun: Well, you’d better hope I don’t find out anything to the contrary. Can I see her?

Doctor: I’m afraid not Shaun, not until the morning at least. She became quite hysterical when we confirmed her fears, so we sedated her. I think you both need a good nights sleep

Shaun: You know what I want do you?

Shaun stands now, towering over the Doctor who takes another step back.

Doctor: Not at all, just think it would be for the best

Again the Doctor looks around, and is a little concerned he cannot see any security. However Melissa intervenes, taking Shaun’s hand in hers and looking straight into his eyes.

Melissa: Shaun, you can’t do anything here tonight. You can come back in the morning when you have had some sleep. You know as well as I do you are of little use to Pixie in this state.

Shaun softens, and the Doctor sighs with relief. He knew where there conversation had been heading and was glad of the girl’s interjection.

Shaun: Ok…but I’ll be back in the morning first thing.

The Doctor nods

Doctor: I really am sorry Shaun.

Shaun: Me too.

As the Doctor walks off, Melissa turns to Shaun

Melissa: None of this is your fault, you know that don’t you?

Shaun: I didn’t even see it coming Melissa, she was so happy. We had been talking most of the night about plans for the baby.

Melissa: I’m so sorry Shaun

Her words tip him over the edge, and a single tear slides down his cheek, followed by more and he buries his head in her shoulder. He had been so looking forward to being a Father, of having what Orlando had, and now it had been tragically taken away from him. He felt weak, unable to cope with what was being thrown at him, but he knew he had to, for Pixie. He lifts his head, and rubs his eyes, cursing himself inside for crying in front of Melissa. But for Melissa it showed her another side to the man she knew she was growing to love. A man she knew she could spend the rest of her life with if he would give her the chance.

Melissa: Come on Shaun, let’s go home.

For just a moment Shaun resists, but then allows himself to be led by the hand towards the exit. Already he found himself wanting to avoid sleep, to try and keep away what tomorrow would inevitably bring. But he knew that whatever he did, he would have to face Pixie and all her sadness, and right now, he wasn’t sure he was strong enough to do so.

THE FOLLOWING MORNING

Melissa sits in the kitchen of her flat, hugging a cup of coffee just made moments ago. She had hated leaving Shaun last night and had pleading with him to stop with her, but he had needed time alone, and she respected that. She couldn’t imagine what he was going through right now, and she had finally fallen to sleep thinking about him. Then, the moment she had woken, immediately her thoughts were the same. She didn’t know if he wanted her to come with him to the hospital, but she was going to ask anyway. Once she had finished this coffee she was going to get dressed and then head on over to his. The doorbell rings, and she looks at the clock.

Melissa: Weird

She didn’t normally get callers at this time; it was probably the postman or something. She pulls her dressing gown around her, her night shirt probably a little too short to be flaunting herself on the doorstep with, and then heads to the door, opening it. She scowls, not recognising the man in front of her

Melissa: Hello?

Man: Ahh, Melissa isn’t it?

Melissa: Who’s asking, and who are you?

Man: Oh, excuse me…how rude of me. My name is Douglas…David Douglas; I’m a friend of your boyfriends.

She reacts almost immediately, trying to slam the door, but Douglas is even quicker and gets his foot in the way, then pushes the door open, Melissa being thrown to the floor. David is quickly into the flat and shuts the door. He catches a glimpse of Melissa’s underwear before she manages to cover up, and feels a slight stirring in his groin as he does so.

David: Now Melissa, I’m just here to talk…unless you do anything that changes my mind

Melissa stands, and backs off towards the kitchen area, David menacingly following. Melissa stands so that the breakfast table is between them both, feeling safer with the obstruction in the way.

Melissa: What do you want?

David: Is that coffee fresh? I’ll have one of those for starters.

Melissa: Not a chance…what do you want?

David: Coffee not on the menu huh? Ok then, I’ll get to the point. I’m getting a little tired of the Cruze brothers and their interfering ways and seeing as my Father has given up on getting what is rightfully his, it seems like it is up to me. So basically, I would like you to deliver Shaun and Orlando a message if you would? Well, I’m not actually giving you a choice, not if you want to remain…’untainted’ that is.

Melissa hears the threat in his voice, so nods.

David: I want you to tell them both that this is no longer about money. This is about me taking Shaun and Orlando’s life and destroying it piece by piece. It might not be today, it might not be in six months, but make sure they realise. They are going to rue the day that they crossed me. And if they think a few pieces of paper claiming I’m some kind of monster is going to stop me, they are sadly mistaken

Melissa: You are a monster…Shaun’s life is ruined already

Immediately she regrets saying it

David: How so?

Melissa: Pixie lost the baby…last night

A glimmer of a smile forms on David’s face

David: Is that so? Well, it seems that fate has started my job for me. The best thing you can do Melissa is stay as far away from the Cruze brothers as possible, because by the time I have finished with them, they will have nothing left.

His eyes narrow, and for a moment Melissa believes he is going to lunge at her. She is thankful as he turns on his heels, and without a word heads to the door. He opens the front door and turns…

David: Make sure you tell them Melissa, I will be seeing them…and maybe you will too.

He licks his lips, leaving no doubts on his intentions, before shutting the door behind him. Immediately Melissa picks up the phone and dials Shaun’s number, cursing as the answer phone kicks in. She doesn’t leave a message and instead calls Orlando, who answers almost straight away

Orlando: Melissa?

Melissa: Where’s Shaun?

Orlando: Hospital…he left about twenty minutes ago, he’ll be there now.

Melissa breaks down in tears, unable to speak. She sobs uncontrollably leaving Orlando with only one option

Orlando: Don’t move, I’ll be right there.

Melissa drops the phone, the enormity of the danger she had been in beginning to sink in. Douglas was a crazed man, no doubt in that and she had seen the hatred in his eyes. She slides down the kitchen cupboards, bringing her knees up so she is curled up in a ball. She composes herself, telling herself to get a grip. She picks up the phone again, and tries Shaun, once again getting the answer phone. She takes the phone and throws it across the kitchen, and it smashes into pieces on the far wall. She buries her head in her knees, and once again begins to cry.

MEANWHILE
NEWQUAY HOSPITAL


Shaun’s phone kicks into life as he sneakily switches it on for a moment. He rubs his face as 5 missed calls appears on the screen, and quickly switches the phone off again, as if it meant he hadn’t actually seen Melissa had tried to call him. He takes a deep breath, composing himself, before opening the door to Pixie’s side room, and walking in. Immediately Pixie turns her hand and their eyes meet. Both sets of eyes begin to well up with tears and Shaun bends over, holding her in his arms. The tears flow freely as the both of them allow their emotions to take over; the both of them glad of each other. Finally Shaun pulls over, sitting next to her and holding her hand.

Pixie: I’m so sorry Shaun

Shaun: Don’t be, it’s not your fault.

Pixie: I know how much you were looking forward to being a Dad

Shaun: Perhaps, but it wasn’t to be babe. We just have to concentrate on getting you better now.

She nods, but she could see the sadness in his eyes plan as day.

Pixie: I guess you’ll want the house back now

Shaun seems genuinely shocked that Pixie would even think of such a thing.

Shaun: No, don’t be silly. The house is still yours Pixie. If you want to sell it, move away, that’s entirely up to you. Personally though, I’d like it if you stayed around.

Pixie: But why though Shaun? You have no reason to care about me now

Shaun: You’ve been a big part of my life Pixie, and you were the first girl I ever fell in love with. That’s important to me, and I’ll always care about you, no matter what.

This brings another tear to Pixie’s eye, which she quickly wipes away. She felt overly emotional, of course she did, but those words would have broken her under any circumstance.

Pixie: I’m sorry for what me and Dad did to you Shaun, I’ll always regret it for as long as I live

Shaun: Well don’t, it’s gone now. You’re a friend, one of my closest I hope, and I hope you and Melissa become so as well

Pixie nods, her thumb rubbing the back of Shaun’s hand.

Pixie: I do too.

Shaun forces a smile, and Pixie does as well lifting Shaun’s spirits a little. Her smile had always been able to do that.

Shaun: When have they said you can go home?

Pixie: Probably this afternoon…why?

Shaun: I’ve got a few errands to run, and then I’ll come and fetch you if you want?

Pixie: That would be good…thank you

Shaun: You’re welcome…I’ll see you soon

He leans forwards, kissing her on the forehead

As he walks away she calls out to him

Pixie: Shaun?

Shaun turns around, his fingers clenched around the handle of the door

Shaun: Yeah

Pixie: Thank you…for everything

Shaun: It’s ok…you get some rest

He opens the door and leaves, Pixie settling down to get some sleep. She still felt tired, even after being sedated, but it had still been restless. Now, after speaking to Shaun she felt a lot better and felt that maybe, just maybe, she could get through this.

ONE HOUR LATER

“I’m here to see Pixie Denning”

The junior nurse, who had been engrossed in her copy of OK magazine, looks at the man in front of her questionably

Nurse: And you are?

Man: I’m her brother

Nurse: She never said she had a brother

The man laughs

Man: No, she probably wouldn’t…we haven’t been getting along for the last couple of years. Sad that it would take a tragedy such as this to bring us back together but…

Nurse: Ah I see…she’s the first room on the left. She was sleeping but the Doctor will be calling on her shortly so it won’t matter.

Man: Thank you

He walks a little way down the corridor, opening the door and enters, and sure enough see’s Pixie sleeping. He walks over to the bed, taking something out of his pocket before unscrewing the connection on the drip. It is now that we finally see the mans face, and realise it isn’t her brother at all, but David Douglas. He empties some substance into drip, before reattaching it, smiling from ear to ear. The substance quickly dissolves, and even to a trained eye, no one could ever tell the difference. He leans forwards, so that his mouth is just a fraction from her ear, the joy obvious even in a whisper.

David: I’ve got you this time Pixie…you’re mine

THE CORPSE RESPONDS

The wind whistles through the leafless trees, all around are the gravestones of those who died a long, long time ago, much like Shilo Valiant’s reputation after his last promo offering. Over at the far side of the graveyard an owl is heard, calling out to its mate. The church, its silhouette cast against the ghostly background, provides even more atmosphere to an already haunting scene. From behind the spire of the church the full moon sits high in the sky, casting shadows all around.

The camera pans around to a small mound, perhaps only just covered earlier on today. The earth seems to move a little, then a little more, and suddenly a hand erupts from the earth. Screams ring out all around, intermingled with mindless mutterings of the undead, as following the hand comes a arm, and then the other hand, before a hand and shoulders appears from beneath the ground. The owl noise becomes more intense, the murmurs louder, more definite as the corpse from the ground appears, soil falling from its already decaying body. It moves slowly, methodically towards us, its arms reaching out for us, suddenly it lunges forwards, its deafening scream piercing even through the deathly noises…s then a light switches on, the church and all the background disappear to reveal a green screen, and the noises stop. Shaun Cruze steps onto the scene, really struggling to keep in his laughter, and turns to the zombie…

“Thanks for that Dave…get your money after you’ve cleaned up”

The ‘zombie’ answers in a gruff Northern accent

“Cheers Shaun”

He walks off camera, leaving Shaun with the screen behind him. He rubs his hand on his chin, as if removing the grin which is forming on his face, trying to be deadly serious

“Right there, that’s creativity apparently if you live in a certain person’s world. It promo 101 really isn’t it, one of the basics; well at least it is if you have nothing of real substance to say. In laymen’s terms, it’s covering up your deficiencies, and its something that certain individuals have been doing since they began this little charade. I ask a question, right now, to anyone who wants to answer, obviously not you though Clownface, what do you actually recall from Shilo’s promo? Do you remember his well thought out points, the moments where he described in detail how he was going to achieve this dream of defeating five of us, and then Shawn Winters, or do you remember him beating the shit out of some poor bastard who had to dress up as Shawn, and proceeding to trash the skeletons of his five remaining fans that died a long time ago, the last time Shilo Valiant actually meant anything in this company. Point in question, I’m betting it’s the latter, and you can’t really remember a damn word he said. Case closed. See, Shilo’s smoke and mirrors doesn’t just involve pyro and dry ice, no he also thinks a lot more than most people. Some might say he goes over board with thinking, and doesn’t do enough of the acting. This example is just one of many why the fans turned on him, because he lost his grip on reality.

However, I’ll come back to Shilo later, because the first person I want to address today is Shawn Winters, the guy we are all enduring the Chamber to face. The man who made true a few promises he made to me at Apocalypse by defeating me, cleanly…just like he said he would. I never, nor would I ever, have a problem with that, on the night the better man won. He told me I was too inexperienced, and that I would make a mistake eventually, and on the latter point he was correct for sure. I got distracted, and he put me away without a moments thought. But that’s not to say that I didn’t get out of the match precisely what I wanted. I’d lost yeah, but would people like Shilo and Chad Evans really be saying that I was talented if I’d made a fool of myself. I gave the World Heavyweight Champion a match at Apocalypse, a match he’ll remember as will I. But what people seem to mention is, at Apocalypse I also had a lesson, a lesson in how to beat the World Champion at his own game. I realised his weakness, the cracks that were beginning to show, and I also learned how to exploit them. And I can assure you all now, if he had a choice, he wouldn’t want me to win that Chamber, because he will remember that moment of desperation when it seemed like his title reign was all over. He knows I can beat him, because I wasn’t the only one who got an education that night.

Shawn, I reckon if we asked you now, I’d say there is little doubt you would rather be facing Katie, or Masquerade, or even Christy at the end of the night. None of the above seems in the right frame of mind for this at the moment. Whereas Chad and Shilo have their personal issues with you as well, and you’re not going to want to face them for those obvious reasons, Masquerade, Katie and Christy, surprisingly might I add, seem to be the weak link. I expected more from them, but even back in the Battle Royal, it seemed that other things were clouding their performances. You’ll have realised that no doubt, and you’ll be fairly confident of beating them considering, but tell me Shawn, how does that confidence hold up when pondering it could be me, the guy that is still climbing the mountain, and not one of these who is on the decline?

The thing is, Shilo spoke a lot of crap, that’s a given, but in amongst it all there were a few things that he did get spot on the money, and that’s the fact that of late you haven’t looked as impervious as you once did. Greg Cherry beating you, regardless of what he had done in the past, must have come as a bit of shock, but it underlines what I am saying. Also, beating a Chamber, coming through the other side with a shot at the title, Shilo speaks the truth when he says it is unlikely that anyone is going to need firing up for the main event, when they have endured that. However, it all unravels a bit for Valiant, when he claims that winning the Chamber would instil the winner as the favourite because to be honest, I doubt there will be a lot left.

And, I guess that’s where you come in Jake Starr, because indirectly it could be you that defines the outcome and direction of the world title come Under Attack. See, I’m not stupid like Shilo; I’m not blind to what’s going on around here, I know that if I get past the Chamber, I’m going to be in quite a mess. Therefore Jake, I hope that those months of pent up frustration come to the fore, and you do to Shawn everything that you promised, and you leave him just as much a battered mess as we will no doubt be. Because unless Shilo thinks, the winner of the Chamber will still have it all to do against Shawn, and if he’s still fresh, it’s virtually mission impossible, so Jake, I implore you…kick his ass good man. Give him the beating he deserves, because if you do, and he comes into the world titles match just as much as mess as the winner of the Chamber, Shilo did get one more thing right. Shawn Winters time as world champion will indeed be over.

Shawn, final word on you for now, if I win the Chamber, I will not fail against you for a third time, so pray to whatever you believe in that it doesn’t happen, because right now I want you to sit there and imagine an image, of me with the world title over my shoulder. Isn’t that just an image to tip you over the edge, and into a breakdown of Valiant proportions?”


Listening to Shawn, he hadn’t comprehended the threat that was coming for him. He was too caught up in running from Jake Starr to see the problems massing before him. It was as if he had already given up on the world title and was more intent on surviving Starr. Or maybe he really still did discount them all?

“And talking of breakdowns, I asked who would be next to lose their heads as I was keeping mine, and its turn out that person is none other than Katie Steward…or should I call her the woman who is so obsessed with Christy Matthews that she is forgetting the reason we are all here. I’d call her by the second statement, but it’s a little too wordy, but the fact of the matter is this Katie. It doesn’t matter if your prettier, got bigger breasts, or a nicer ass. It doesn’t matter if you’ve achieved more than Christy, it’s doesn’t matter if you’ve achieved more than me. Categorically, right now I can say without any real hesitation, you are not going to win the Elimination Chamber at Under Attack

Now, I know that’s a sweeping statement and it may even sound a little arrogant, but it isn’t really. I mean, Shilo could win it, Chad Evans could win…hey, maybe even I could win it, but Katie, this obsession with Matthews is ultimately the thing that is going to cost you the most. Eliminating her is the first thought on your mind, or at least it seems that way. You’re distracted; you’re not focussed on the matter in hand. And for someone that is entering the match even earlier than I am, I’m afraid that all adds up to your downfall.

And it’s that obsession that quite frankly, led to what can only be described as the most confusing rant thus far. When you or at least I think you said, that I was lucky to be in this match in the first place, even though I am the future of this business, and I don’t have the magic anymore. Honestly, I don’t understand what the hell you are on about, but allow me to conclude what I have to say about you in words that even you may be able to understand. I beat you in England simply because I was better than you on the night. You beat me in the rematch because you were better on that night…because I was preparing for a match, a world title match with Shawn Winters and I didn’t give you my full attention. I can admit that, I dropped the ball, but like I said, I learn from my mistakes where others do not. I won’t do that again Katie, and don’t be surprised if your exit comes far more early than you anticipated. More than anything though Katie, please remember one thing…Breathe Katie…Breathe


Shaun laughs, because apparently breathing was the be all and end all of being in the Chamber. It would make the pain all disappear. He makes a mental note to remind her of that as her head is smashed against the metal

“Moving on, Christy Matthews, for someone who was promised as a firecracker in this match you really have failed to live up to expectations haven’t you? I was a little surprised as the predictions began to roll in, several people tipping you for a shot at Shawn Winters, especially when all my experiences of you have been far from that. Everything I hear about you Christy, every single comment seems to point that you, much like Chad Evans, are more than prepared to live off your former glories. Yeah, of course there is the amazing performance at the Taking hold of the Flame Battle Royal, but other than that, what else have you brought to the table in the SCW in the time I have been here? There are too many in this business that think that is the case, just because they did something, why back when they deserve to be treated in such high esteem. Christian Savior was a prime example of someone who just couldn’t ever live up to what he used to be, and look what happened to him eventually, he became a shell of what he once was when he was tearing up arenas against my brother.

So that’s why Christy, I don’t stand with the predictions, because it isn’t you who I see coming out of this Chamber on top. Yeah, you started near the beginning of the THOTF Battle Royal, but this is something a whole lot different. It probably even suits the type of person you are, there are many opportunities for you to hurt, and maim, but when all is said and done do you actually have enough to get into that Chamber and win the whole damn thing. With people seemingly a lot more focussed than you to get the job done, will your suitability to a match like this end up being enough? And you know, it could be, it’s not impossible. I think all things considered you are capable of winning, even if I don’t believe you will. There are people that don’t have the distractions you have, there are people that are far more focussed, and there are even people that can probably endure even more pain. It is these people that are going to battle for the outcome they want, and I’m afraid it is highly likely that you will have to watch from the sides. People talk of me not being ready for this Christy, but I think that statement actually belongs to you. I’m sorry but this, like Katie, is too much for you.”


It seemed that everyone had become overawed, the match becoming too much for most. Including a man who should have been flying, but was still struggling quite badly it seemed.

“Masquerade, is that it, is that all that you were worth? The minute Shilo drops you, you crawl into a hole and die like some kind of deposed tyrant. This should have been your crowning glory, the moment you step from the shadows and prove your true worth. This should have been the moment you took every single one of Shilo’s words and shove them back down his stinking throat. You should be busting a gut right now, not just for yourself, but for all those like me that believed all along that Shilo was holding you back and that you could be so much more

Instead, you’re coming across like some kind of gibbering wreck that doesn’t know what to do now that no one is holding his hand. You’re looking around, wondering what to do next, when the answer is obvious, or at least it should be. Do you really want Shilo Valiant to be proven correct about you, that indeed it was always you that was the problem in Karnivale? If the answer is no, which it should be if you have anything about you, the only way you can prove that is by exploding from that shell, and making sure you are in the mix when it comes to the end of the Chamber. Just imagine it Masquerade, after all those months of having to play to Valiant’s tune and in the process coming across as a total idiot, how satisfying would it in turn be to eliminate him from the Chamber and end his dream. Or even more so, how satisfying would it be to end Under Attack, holding the SCW World Heavyweight title aloft?

If I was in your situation Masquerade, which would be all the encouragement I need to step from the shadow and win the Elimination Chamber. Those people that Shilo has turned against, those that life has taken a turn on, they need someone that can take up the mantle, can be someone to be their voice in the SCW. Valiant turned his back on them and he did so of his own choice, but his mind has gone, and its time for you to now focus yours. You can do this Masquerade, you can win the Elimination Chamber if you really choose to, and if I don’t, I would love to see you face Shawn Winters in the final match because it will mean so much to so many people. If you want to, you can be in the mix and you can defeat the Chamber, but you will only do it if you truly, really believe that you don’t need Valiant and that you can stand alone. And if that still isn’t enough, I ask you to take just one look, at Valiant’s final promo, after all the effort he went for the rest of us, the total disrespect for you. If that doesn’t light that fire bud, I don’t see how anything could.

But you know, Masquerade turning out to be spineless, and Shilo turning his back on us all might have been disappointing though I guess in his mind understandable. But by far the biggest disappointment in all of this so far has been you Chad Evans, the self proclaimed God of the SCW. If anyone has turned out to be nothing like the man I was told he was it is you, yet someone, Shilo still believes you are more deserving of this shot than I am.

I think I've said everything that needs to be said about you Chad. No point covering old ground and to I don't want to disrespect you at all. But, the sad fact of the matter is this, you're not a God, and honestly I beginning to wonder what all the fuss is about. No, you're no God Chad, not even close, and by the time Under Attack ends, you won't be the World heavyweight Champion either.“


One more person left to deal with; Shaun takes a moment, taking a breath. He hoped he was getting his points across, without the need for a big budget production.

“But, I know what you’re hoping for Shilo, you’re hoping he stays firmly where you left him aren’t you? You’re hoping that you have taken every last hope, every dream and destroyed it. Turning your back on the fans Valiant, you also left Masquerade high and dry, but in all honesty that doesn’t surprise me. Since you ‘turned’ it’s become blatantly obvious you resented him, even though you had the audacity to call him a friend. Fact is, friends do not treat each other like you treated him, and you would be ashamed of yourself. And I know you would, if you had any feelings at all that is.

The thing is with you, and I have mentioned it before I’ll admit, but you only see what you want to see. You have this uncanny knack of making something sound far, far worse than it truly is all of it simply an attempt to get into the mind of your opponent. Take your second promo for example, and your assumption that you have beaten people I haven’t. I’m not going to reiterate what was said, but in fact I have lost to six people. Warren James, Ryan Watson, Shawn Winters & Katie Steward. Of those people, only Shawn Winters I haven’t in turn beaten myself. Doesn’t quite have the same impact though does it Shilo if you would have put it like that? Perhaps Masquerade would have been a far more suitably name for you, seeing as everything you have been to this point is fake.

However, perhaps it’s not your intention to turn these things to your advantage, maybe you’re not doing it on purpose and you are actually, and I’ll put this as politely as possible, stupid. Maybe, you really don’t understand the logic of this industry, and how things work around here. You probably should, after all you are a former, and possibly the next world heavyweight champion, but you certainly do a good impression of someone that doesn’t have the first clue of what’s going on around them.

Evidence? Yeah I can supply that, I actually don’t bother saying something unless I can back it up unlike others I could mention. How’s about this belief that favouritism has gotten me in this match, has there ever been a more blinkered statement made in a world title elimination? If there is I’d love to hear it. So you’d have me believe that in some way every single other person in this match has more relevance in it that myself…is that correct?”


He looks questionably down the camera lens, waiting for an answer which of course never comes

“You know, I’d go as far as saying that there are people not in it probably more deserving that me. Jake Starr is one I could mention who should be here, Thorn maybe, perhaps even David Helms, or even James Evans, after all he did beat you. So yeah, there is some justification there perhaps, but Katie Steward? Christy Matthews…Masquerade, what have they done that is any more impressive than me? You’re basing your facts on nothing more than how long I have been here, that I don’t deserve a shot having not been a here even a year as yet. But honestly, is it my fault that I have taken eight months to do what it takes others years?

There are many, many reasons why I am here, and quite possibly the biggest one in the one I have thus far purposely failed to mention in any great detail. I’m here because Olek saw a lack of something in the Elimination Chamber. There was no one in this massive match that the fans wanted to be there, someone who they could get behind and believe in. It’s funny, hearing you talk, because the moment to mention I’m going to lose you see that as a failure, when in fact I can guarantee categorically that if I don’t win the chamber, I will still receive the biggest cheer of the night regardless. You’ll probably scoff at that, after all you don’t need their acceptance do you? But it drive me on, and it drives me forwards, and you know the last person to say that don’t you, it was none other than David Helms. Am I weak because I use their cheers to push me on, of course not? Are you weak because you have gone to pieces over one defeat and turned everything upside down in an obvious act of desperation? I think we both know the answer to that one.


His demeanour, however slight, changes in that instance. The confidence remains, but his stance turns to one that is more threatening, more determined.

“Shilo, there is something that has been constant in your promos, in between the fluctuations, and that is something you have mocked me for constantly. For some reason, because I am a realist, you saw that as a sign of weakness that I didn’t believe in myself. I’ll reiterate that in a match such as this, it is hard to pick a winner because anything can, and will happen, so it is hard to make guarantees, however there is one guarantee which I will make to you right now. Whether you win the Chamber or not, I can assure you that by the end of the night you will have changed your mind about me, and you will see that I have been right all along. You will see that I’ve always been ready for this match since the day it was announced, and I should have always been in the forefront of your mind as someone who could ruin your dreams. There is a old guard around this place that seems to get their respect based on what they have done, not what they are doing present tense, and it is me, Shaun Cruze, who is bucking that trend. Do you know something Valiant, you may just be right, you may come out of the Chamber and face Shawn Winters, and heck you may even become the World Champion once again. But if that is the case, as the dust from Under Attack settles, you make sure that you keep looking over that shoulder. It’s not luck, or favouritism that brought me to the main event scene Shilo, and its not those things that have kept me there. You wanted to hear it Shilo, you wanted me to say the words. Well listen up Valiant, pin those ear holes back and concentrate. Because I can beat you Shilo, and I can win the Chamber and who knows, just maybe…I will.”

He places his hands in his pockets and visibly relaxes

“This past Breakdown, I learned something, which isn't a great surprise because that’s the general idea is not, to keep evolving. But in my loss to Gable, thanks to one of his ingrates obviously, I learned that if although being respectful, and honourable in my actions, perhaps Shilo had something when he said I was to nice to be a success. I disagree of course, but it did cross my mind. That's why I retaliated, because quite simply put, enough was enough, I'm not going to get screwed over any more. Don't worry, I'm not going to go all 'Shilo' and turn my back on those that made me, but by the other side of the corner, I'll be damned if I'm going to let travesties like that occur again.

Call it having a extra edge, call it whatever you please, but I think it may have been the missing piece of the jigsaw, the thing that cost me at Apocalypse. It wasn't that I wasn't ready, or hungry enough for it, I was just simply, a little too nice. But now, now I'm coming into this match fully prepared of what is ahead of me, the trials I have to face. Shilo speaks as if he already has this in the bag, but I have a little bit of a surprise for the Bloodied Jester. On Sunday, in front of that capacity ground who will be chanting my name from the rooftops, I am going to shock the rest of my opponents by going through each and everyone of them until I stand alone in the Chamber. I've realised, by evolving that Masquerade, Katie Steward, Shilo Valiant, Chad Evans and Christy Matthews and not even the Chamber, were what was going to stop me from winning the match. The only person that was doing that was myself, backing myself only as an underdog, instead of as a potential favourite. I leave you with two quotes, that I believe sum this up perfectly, the first by Edward Gibbon, he was a English historian Chad, just in case your wondering. He said, 'We improve ourselves by victories over ourself. These must be contests, and you must win'. I believe I can do this, and I believe I will, a victory over myself. And finally, a quote from one of the great sporting heroes of our time, someone who was undoubtedly the world greatest, Muhammed Ali. I think it fitting, and it puts it in far better words than I probably could.


He takes a deep breath, folding his arms and closing his eyes for a moment. He stands like that for fully thirty seconds, before his eyes snap open, a fire not seen before burning within them

“The fight is won far away from witnesses, behinds the lines, in the gym and out there on the road, long before I dance under those lights”

His heartbeat pounds, his chest rises and falls more quickly

“You cried out for an Icon, well the Icon is here...and he is leaving Under Attack the SCW World Heavyweight Champion.”

And with that the scene begins to fades the time for talking finally over. With adrenaline flowing through his veins, he states down the lens, under there is nothing but black
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And my second for the PPV. Mr Ryan Watson appears with permission.

Enjoy.

Notes:
1) The first part of this RP is character development. There are no cameras following around the characters, there is no television format and despite the fact it's told in the first person it's not being told to you as a character, it's being told you to as a reader. This means it's decidedly "off camera"
2) The character of Christy Matthews is a dark one. Her history is not something from a fairytale and her entire life has been far less than the picturesque "American Dream". If any of this offends you it's not intended in the slightest
3) Her history is not entirely in the public domain. If you want to know what is known to the public and what isn't then check out her history section at her website. The most important aspect to note is that nobody, not even her friends, know she's schizophrenic
4) At the bottom of the first page of this RP you'll find a link that says "To Be Continued..." Click this link to move from the character development part of the RP to the "Shoot" part of the RP, which is a promo cut by the character that is considered the "on camera" section, as you'll understand when you read it
5) I hope you enjoy the story and the shoot, and if you have any comments feel free to IM or PM me and let me know what you think, feedback is always appreciated
6) If you're offended by schizophrenia, child abuse, wife beating, drunken marriages, friends who swear a lot, main characters who don't swear at all, alcohol, anti-religious comments, views on the world, imaginary people or guys in masks then Christy Matthews is probably not the character for you. Otherwise, feel free to read and enjoy

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OOC: Ok. here is my rp. Sorry it is so late. I asked for an extension because my company was opening a new production yesterday and the show was continung. The last few weeks have been hell trying to get it all together. Combine that with Teachers college being what it is, but honestly, I put off sleep, work, and a lot to get this complete so I am hoping the competitors here will cut me a break and let this rp count. If not... well then I honestly have to rethink my priorities here.







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Twisted Mask Productions Presents
CHAMBER OF SCREAMS, DREAMS, AND ICE CREAM PIES!


The Mind of Masquerade:

Ok gotta be quick here. Gotta put something up here. I mean holy rambling on Batman! Shilo Valiant has already aired not one… not two… but THREE promos!

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Jesus Christ in a kayak, Shilo! How much can you say about a single match? It’s six people… hang on let me check… you, me, evans, cruze, matthews, and steward. Did I miss anyone? Did I? Anyway six people! I haven’t even said a word and I know there’s been a few other folks who haven’t made so much as a peep (actually only Chad hasn’t said anything) and you just go on and on and on and on.

I mean who else rambles on like… CRUZE! YOU TOO?! DAMN DUDE! You’re almost as bad as Shilo! I mean, you totally gave me some mad props so you’re a little further up there than Shilo. But I stand by my original thing. You two just won’t shut up…

This isn’t a public speaking contest where the winning child gets a 50 dollars gift certificate at McDonalds. You don’t get special awards for the more words you manage to spew out. Can’t one of you guys go the whole Ghandi approach? You know, with LESS being MORE?!

I mean for God’s sake… SHUT UP! PLEASE! My agent forces me to watch your crap, and it makes me want to shove a power drill into my ear and hit the GO button! You wanna know how to do a promo? It’s called GETTING TO THE FUCKING POINT! It’s called NOT beating around the bush! It’s called shooting from the hip. Not going into a long diatribe over how you’re just SOOOO much better (or… not better in Cruze’s case? I don’t know. What was that guy getting at?).

In fact… I am going to show you two how the world views your promos… Sit tight…

Ok CLICK THIS LINK! IT’S GONNA BE AWESOME!

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And while you two are doing that, we’re sitting here wishing to hell we weren’t so lazy that we won’t change the channel. I mean it’s okay when Christy Matthews and Katie Steward go on forever. We just do what most men do to chicks who don’t shut up. We just stare at their boobs and drown out their voices in our heads with music from the Beach Boys.

I mean I know Katie Steward is bitching about how no one deserves to be in this match but her but I can’t boggle down on her specifics yet cause all I am hearing is ‘Aruba Jamaica oh I wanna take ya, Bermuda Bahama Come on Slutty Mamma!’.

So my opponents, here is a gift from the Full Metal Maverick to all of you. I call it… Masquerade’s Guide To Not Being Lame! Actually I should call it ‘Masquerade’s Awesome Strategy of Koolness’ or M.A.S.K for short. It’s really short guys, I swear. Just ten short points. Why ten and not a million? Because I know HOW TO GET TO THE POINT! Anyway, here are my top ten points.

#1 – Shut up!
#2 – Stop bitching about not getting an SCW title shot in a long time compared to everyone else because YO! NEVER HAD ONE SINCE I CAME HERE! Just saying…
#3 – Quit taking up time on television just to talk about how awesome you supposedly are! NO ONE CARES!
#4 – Make sure to bring a wallaby to EVERY SINGLE SHOW!
#5 – Never ever worry about a loss. Seriously… I get my ass kicked all the time and I’m still laughing and god knows I have more fun than all of you.
#6 – Treat every day like its St Patricks Day, April Fools Day, and Halloween all in one!
#7 – Buy a ferret! They make great friends with Wallbys!
#8 – Whenever your opponent goes on and on with diarrhea of the month just hit the mute button and do color commentary… Stay tuned by the way ladies and gentlemen because coming soon on Mask TV…
#9 – Drink responsibly except on the aforementioned days listed in Number 6… Think about it…
#10 – SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Now which ones do you think are most important? If you said numbers 1 or 10… NO FUCKING SHIT!

Meanwhile, that’s enough about how boringly tedious you guys are, although the irony that Shilo calls himself ‘Entertainment’ and does this the most is not lost on me… Let’s focus on the match. Elimination Chamber… SCW Title Shot on the line…



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Oh great just what I always wanted. To be locked into a metal chamber with three guys on a high protein diet and two chicks with obvious daddy issues… Who says dreams don’t come true. And on THAT note I just wanna say that I STILL think Christy Matthews is a man. I mean have you SEEN the size of her adam’s apple?! Like holy cowbell. Anyway, I get to start the match out with Mrs. Man and all I have to say is… I am SOOOO glad that she can’t climb as fast as me! I mean I’m eyeing the top of one of those pods for sure! Because lately… I haven’t been able to get a good’s night sleep, because you know… SOMEONE (or someones) RUINED MY NAP LAST WEEK!

See, I don’t ask for much. I just want a little peace and quiet every so often so I can enjoy a little me time.

Ok time to come clean… I wasn’t taking a nap there. Claire and I have recently been into doing it in unusual places, and you know… the cat walk really did look like fun. Mile high club that sort of thing… well technically not mile high, but we’re working up to that. Anyway so there we were about to get freaky deaky above 17 000 people and…

Like nails on a chalkboard, I hear all of you guys going on and on AGAIN! Well sorry, but hearing you guys just ramble on about nonsense makes me grow a big rubbery one. And I don’t know if you guys know anything about Claire Voyant, but rubber doesn’t satisfy her in the slightest. So there I had a gorgeously naked babe waiting for me and not the tools to get the job done.

Needless to say, I had to say something.

Just like I need to say that I am seriously tired of hearing the same one line from most of you. ‘I am [Insert Name] and I am tired of seeing other people get the title shots. I haven’t got a shot in [insert span of time] while [insert name of opponents] just got one and failed. I deserve the shot!’. Okay, while you five imbeciles whine and bitch, let’s look at this…

Katie Steward – Has she had a title shot? Yep! Several. Doesn’t matter if she fucked up every single time.
Shilo Valiant – I am not touching that one. Not even if I actually HAD a ten foot pole.
Christy Matthews – You better believe it! I remember that well…
Chad Evans – Umm yeah. The dude’s been up there a few times.
Shaun Cruze – Does… Last month ring a bell for anyone.

Which leaves me. Been in SCW two years. US title shots, tag titles shots, and Adrenaline title shots. Yep plenty of those. But an SCW title shot?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!

Not one. Not one single solitary title shot for the SCW World title.

Not right about here is where would normally come the whining about that fact. Cause, you know, that’s what EVERYONE does.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!

Because I honest to God don’t care. I’m more upset that two years have passed. I’m two years older! I’m closer to becoming an old man and having to resort to hardcore porn to see a hot girl’s naked body. All of you guys over there sound so pathetic and whiny when you talk about yourselves in SCW. Christ, with the way most of you guys talk, you’d think the world’s going to end if you don’t win. Like holy crap! Don’t you think you’re being a TAD overdramatic.

Like mellow out! Take some Xanax! You still get paid if you lose, so really, why does losing bother you all so much. At least you guys are making kick ass money during a recession! See, that is the difference between every single one of you guys… and me!

You guys talk like you hate your job…

I LOVE MY JOB!

IN FACT! I AM SO EXCITED BECAUSE THIS EPISODE OF MASK TV IS GOING TO BE ReALLY SPECIAL!

Because even though it’s a week early, we are going to do this episode Holiday style. That’s right… this episode… of Mask TV… is going to be… wait for it… getting there… almost… HALLOWEEN THEMED!

And you know what? We are not even going to freaking milk the waiting period like… well you know. We are going to start the episode RIGHT NOW! TRICK OR TREAT MOTHER FUCKERS!

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

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

A VERY SPOOKTACULAR HALLOWEEN SPECIAL!

Part I: Right After The Battle Royale [Supposedly]

The camera opens to Masquerade sitting against the wall, a big smile on his face. He is sitting in his locker room as none other than Claire Voyant paces back and forth in front of him.

Claire: I don’t get it. You pretty much came in last in the battle royale.
Masquerade: Techincally, Christy did.
Claire: No, she eliminated herself. She wanted to start last.
Masquerade: Meh. Semantics.
Claire: And you’re happy about that? You’re actually happy that you have to start in the chamber first? You realize that you are going to have out last several superstars that you have not beaten.
Masquerade: Oh I’m sure I beat Katie Steward.
Claire: Not that I’ve seen.
Masquerade: Christy?
Claire: Nope.
Masquerade: Ok… I know I’ve at least beaten Shilo… wait… no I haven’t. Ouch. You’re right.
Claire: So why are you still smiling?

Masquerade just shrugs, keeping that big smile on his face.

Masquerade: No idea. Guess it’s just more fun to start off the bat. I mean, if I had to wait in that cramped cell waiting for my turn to come into this clusterfuck of a match, I’d probably blow my brains out from boredom. I would probably take some window chalk just so I have something to do while I wait.
Claire: Yeah, but you’d be fresher and have a better chance to win this match. You’re the only one of those superstars who have never had a shot at the SCW title.
Masquerade: Again I say… meh.
Claire: Argh… Ok… I’ll put it this way.

She kneels in front of him, looking very worried about what her love is saying.

Claire: I know you played a lot of Duck Hunt back in the day.
Masquerade: Hell yeah I did!
Claire: Ok… Well which would you prefer? Having to sit back a few feet from the screen or would you rather point your gun right at the screen and go crazy always nailing the target?
Masquerade: Um… neither.
Claire: What?
Masquerade: Neither. I always wanted to be the dog laughing his ass off behind the bushes.
Claire: Argh… You’re so frustrating!

She marches off clearly irked. Masquerade watches her go with a shrug. When she closes the door behind her, Masquerade slowly takes out a piece of paper and unfolds it. The camera can see that this is the letter that Shilo Valiant wrote. We can see a little bit of Shilo’s wording as he warns Masquerade to wrestle and change with the times, warning him of the danger that awaits for him. It’s a freaking long letter so we aren’t going to stare at it for too long. We don’t have that big of a budget!

Masquerade: Evolution is for pussies…

He crumbles up the letter (thankfully) and takes out a piece of paper and a feather pen. The feather is ridiculously huge and curly as he writes.

Masquerade: Dear Shilo… Shabba Dooey.

He folds up the paper and puts it in an envelope and addresses it to Shilo Valiant, sliding it under the door. Someone will pick it up later.

Masquerade: Change with the times… but the times suck…

Masquerade smiles wickedly.

Masquerade: Come gather around children please heed the call… OH THE TIMES THEY ARE A CHANGING!

The camera fades as we go to our first commercial in this Halloween Special

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Part II: Have You Seen Me?

The camera opens some suburban nightmare! There are bums all over the street asking and begging each other for food and drink, despite how ridiculous that is seeing as none of them have anything to offer the other, much less themselves. As the camera watches, one bum goes up to the other and says (ok that sounds like the opening of a funny joke but it isn’t a joke I swear).

Bum 1: You have any food to spare?
Bum 2: You just asked me two minutes ago.
Bum 1: Why are we here? What are we doing here?
Bum 2: We’re waiting for Godot.
Bum 1: What the fuck?
Bum 2: I don’t know.

The camera watches as a police officer walks in gaining the attention of all the bums who start crawling over to him like the lame did around Jesus! They all beg and plead for food but the cop keeps them at bay.

Cop: Keep back. We are looking for someone. Has anyone seen this man?

He shows a picture of… GASP!... Chad Evans! The cop shows it to all the bums. They just stare at it.

Bum 1: Yeah… I seen em on them milk cartons!
Cop: Yes, those are where we put the missing persons pictures on.
Bum 2: I seen em on dem posters!
Cop: Also missing posters.

He walks through the sea of bums look down the streets that lead towards a tunnel. Thinking that was as good a place as any to look, he heads down there. Looking back and forth, he checks the faces of all the bums. Not one of them look like Evans. As he enters the tunnel, there are even more bums. This is like bum central.

Cop: Has anyone - -

The cop is thrown off by the echo of his own voice. But he repeats himself.

Cop: Has anyone - -
Voice: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE I AM! HEEEEEEEEEEEERE I AM! HERE I AM NOW ALL LOVE MEEEEEEEEE!

The cop turns to see standing before him Chad Evans (do I have to say that it’s Stephen Strange in a costume?).

Evans: I am God! Everyone must praise me! I am the most badass - -
Cop: A lot of people are looking for you, Mr. Evans.
Evans: HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT ME! I WAS ABOUT TO GO ON A LONG RANT ABOUT HOW AWESOME I AM TO ALL MY FOLLOWERS!
Cop: Um… sir… these are bums.
Evans: All are bums in the eyes of god!
Cop: Right… Well do you need a ride somewhere?
Evans: A ride? Certainly. I need to go to my next kingdom.

Nodding, the cop turns away walking back to the car.

Cop: Normally I don’t pry into people’s affairs. But if you don’t mind my asking, may I ask what you are doing in this place?

He turns back and… Evans is gone. Looking left to right, he is no where to been seen.

Cop: Mr. Evans? Mr. Evans where did you go?

Slowly, the cop heads back to the car. He gets in and closes the door. He picks up his radio.

Cop: Radio… This is officer Randoll. I made contact with Chad Evans, but he has - -
Voice: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE I AM! HEEEEEEEEEEEERE I AM! HERE I AM NOW ALL LOVE MEEEEEEEEE!

The yelling surprises the cop who drops the radio and scoops it up and slams it onto the holder.

Cop: Fuck man! How the hell did you do that?
Evans: Through God… all things are made possible.
Cop: What the hell are you talking about?
Evans: You cannot understand… you are beneath me.
Cop: Whatever.

The cop puts the key into the ignition, and turns the engine on. The car goes forward, leaving the bums in the lurch.

Cop: You know, I have seen some weird things but you sir - -

He looks over to the passenger side of the car and once again, Evans is gone again!

Cop: Oh what the hell. Fuck this. I’m going home.

And go home the cop does. He takes off his uniform and hat. The man takes the shirt off his back and prepares the shower. Taking a moment to splash some water from the sink on his face, he turns to get into the shower when… you guessed it.

Voice: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE I AM! HEEEEEEEEEEEERE I AM! HERE I AM NOW ALL LOVE MEEEEEEEEE!
Cop: OH MY GOD!
Evans: Yes?
Cop: What the fuck are you - - this is my house!
Evans: All things are - -
Cop: Get the hell out right now!
Evans: You can’t get rid of me. I am God.
Cop: Fine. I’ll just turn around and you won’t be there.
Evans: That’s what you think.

The cop closes his eyes and turns around.

Cop: And you’re - -

He opens his eyes.

Evans: Still here.
Cop: Fine… then I am going to go get my baseball bat.

The cop leaves for a moment and returns with a huge bat. But as he comes in… Evans is come again. The cop glances around and just shakes his head.

Cop: What the fuck was that?

He looks through the closed windows and sees the local cemetery down the road. What he doesn’t see, nay what he could not see is a single tombstone that the camera goes to. On it reads…

Chad Evans
??? – Never
He can’t take the hint

And now go to a commercial.

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Voice: I am so going to win this time!

But of course, ‘she’ had been saying that ALL day. She had been in the casino for hours, playing the same game over and over again. She hadn’t won a single hand.

Voice: I’m the goddess and the goddess says that I will win.

But she wasn’t. Of course as the camera pans out, we see that it’s Katie Steward (yeah right). She’s playing poker with a bunch of people wearing… many different masks of Masquerade’s. Ok who can see where this is going? She isn’t going to win anything and she’s just going to bitch about it. Can we please fast forward this? We all know where this ends…








The camera suddenly goes to the same ‘chick’ huddling in… that suburban place with all the bums! Her clothes are tattered and she’s actually covered in dirt, grime, and shit… probably because so many people shit all over her ego!

Steward: I’m… a goddess… I am! I am I am I am I AAAAM!

Ok… how the hell did that happen? Rewind! So let’s see, we’re back at the casino, she’s losing. She’s losing. She’s losing… oh right here! She is throwing a fit and demanding more chips because she’s finally run out. Let’s watch this.

Steward: Do you know who I am? I’m the Queen Bitch herself! I’m the Goddess of SCW. I have done more in one year that you ever will. I demand that you give me as many free chips as I want.
Dealer: I’m sorry, maam. That’s not permitted here. We can’t give out anything for free.

Steward: Do you know who I am? I’m the Queen Bitch herself! I’m the Goddess of SCW.
Dealer: Yes… I heard you. But I still can’t - -
Steward: Do you know who I am? I’m the Queen Bitch herself! I’m the Goddess of SCW.
Dealer: Right… but I still can’t - -
Steward: Do you know who I am? I’m the Queen Bitch herself! I’m the Goddess of SCW.
Dealer: Maam. No many how many times you repeat that, it doesn’t change the fact that I am not allowed to just give you free money.
Steward: … … … …. ….





Wait for it…


Steward: Do you know who I am? I’m the Queen Bitch herself! I’m the Goddess of SCW.
Dealer: Alright. That’s it. Security to table 14 please.

And that’s what got her thrown out. Ok… I see… kind of hauntingly creepy, but it works I guess. So there we are with Katie Steward in Bum Central covered in crap… and then Stephen Strange comes into picture… wait so he’s Steward AND himself. Somebody got a bonus recently to pull off that effect.

Strange: Behold the spectacle seated at your left. One Katie Steward. The so called Goddess of SCW.

Steward (quietly): Do you know who I am? I’m the Queen Bitch herself! I’m the Goddess of SCW.

Strange: For years, Steward has claimed to be a goddess, and in many ways, she has proven herself a formidable force in the world, but has always fallen short of the brass ring or the platinum one in her case. At any rate, Steward’s dream is about to come true. She is about to achieve her deity status and discover just what happens when you get everything you once; a chance that can only happen… in the Twili- -

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‘I didn’t know if I was going to win or lose… but one thing was for sure. I was going to be there!’

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Part IV: Trick or Treat or Something as a Reward or A Surprise or maybe even a remark as to the costume or an adventure suddenly unfolding or something else of that element happening

[Scene Missing]

Hey! What the hell?! Where’s the footage we shot for Cruze? Masquerade was supposed to dress up like Cruze and go trick or treating and then provide a reason as to why everyone should give him candy! Where did that go? What do you mean the editors of Mask TV scrapped it? No… I totally trust the editors. Sock Puppet Jesus and Super Batman Lincoln Mario know what they are doing, but I just wanna know what happened. They thought it was too boring? And Long? Well yeah I guess that makes sense. Let’s face it, we are impersonating the rambling king. What? They have a letter for me? Uh oh…

Dear Mr. Narrator,

We apologize for the sudden pulling of the footage regarding Shaun Cruze, but we, the editors, felt that there was absolutely no way we could subject such tedious boredom and overuse of certain words such as ‘I’ ‘Maybe’ and other contradictive statements to air on Mask TV. Here, at Mask TV, we strive for the very best in comedic excellence, bringing such amazing shows as the Tower of Power, Face to Face with Falseface, and Doctor Quacky. Therefore, we pulled the footage and have decided to replace it with you reading our letter. In regards to the tedious boredom, we also are very well aware that we are walking a fine line with this letter and so, we ask you to play this song while we go to commercial. Thank you for your understanding and your compliance with this matter. Sincerely the editors of Mask TV.

Ok… so I guess that’s that then… now where’s that song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1x28jaeyX2s


Ramblin Man by the Allman brothers… ok funny… you gotta admit that that’s kinda funny. Go to commercial.
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Part V: A Cry For Attention

Lady: Alright ma’am… please calm down.
Voice But I want to kill myself.

The camera opens to a split screen. One of an attractive blonde (Claire Voyant in a wig) and another attractive wo - - Crap it’s Strange again in another wig. God I really need to see help because ever since working for this guy, my sexuality has never been more questionable to me. Anyway, the two are talking, apparently, on the phone. Of course, Strange looks like Matthews.

Lady: Don’t do anything drastic maam. You have so much to live for.
Matthews: How do you know? You have no idea who I am, what I’ve been through, what I had to do to get to where I am or any of that!
Lady: No, but suicide is never the answer.

We see Matthews hold up her wrists and all the exaggerated scars can be seen on camera.

Matthews: It isn’t fair! Everyone gets a shot but me. Everyone gets more than me. I have to wait and wait and wait and wait forever until I finally get my one shot and then… it got shit on by everyone and I have to wait for everyone to get their chance over me. This is complete bullshit. If I killed myself, no one would even know it. I’m going to take a razor blade and drag it across my skin.
Lady: No don’t do that.
Matthews: Too late!

Right before the camera, Matthews slits her throat and hits the floor hard, gurgling and gargling his…her… its own blood. Slowly, her eyes roll into the back of her head, her body convulsing one last time.

And then all of a sudden… right above the body appears… you guessed it, a ghostly form of Christy Matthews floating overhead.

Matthews: I’m Christy, the bitchy ghost.
Not good or bad just bitchy.
There’s nothing that whines more than me
I will bitch for eternity.
My ex-husband’s an ass
His lover was a slut
And everyone gets a head of meeeeee.
I’m Christy the Bitchy Ghost…
Coming to Your TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV!

Today’s Episode… Christy Bitches.

Matthews: This is how it’s going to be - -

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And now… a word from Mask TV.

Good evening Mask TV patrons. In regards to Christy, the bitchy ghost… well I was threatened by the creators of Casper for copyright infringement so I had to pull that freaking episode. JESUS CHRIST! HOW COME ADAM RIDDICK AND SHILO VALIANT CAN RIP OFF EVERYONE, But I get sued every single time I even make a REMOTELY close comment. Seriously, I’m so afraid to even hum the Ghostbusters theme! Anyway, we have stopped that part of the episode, and so I am here to end this thing with a very special guest. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my old friend, Shilo.

Masquerade reaches over and pulls out a, get this, a ventriloquist of Shilo Valiant.

Masquerade: Good evening Shilo.
Shilo: You’re late to put this promo up, ya jackass.
Masquerade: Better late then ever.
Shilo: How the fuck do you figure that?
Masquerade: Well you’ve talked enough to outlast us all.
Shilo: Yeah? Well that’s because I have a lot to say.
Masquerade: You always have a lot to say. You just go on and on and on.
Shilo: Well least I can post promos on time.
Masquerade: Hey, I had a lot to do.
Shilo: Like what? Petting monkeys at the zoo?
Masquerade: … that was part of it yes.
Shilo: Besides, The winner doesn’t get a title. They get the title shot, and we both know you can’t beat Winters without me.
Masquerade: And you can’t beat Winters without me, so why can’t you just help out and at least - -
Shilo: That would involve me not being a dummy.

Cue drum roll for cheesy line.

Masquerade: So who do you think is going to win the bout in the chamber.
Shilo: I know whose NOT going to win.
Masquerade: Whose that?
Shilo: I’m looking at him.
Masquerade: I could surprise you, Shilo.
Shilo: Yeah right. My doppelganger is probably out preparing and you’re here… playing with dolls.
Masquerade: Yeah but there’s a point here.
Shilo: Oh yeah what’s that?
Evans: Take one look bitch!

Out comes another mannequin of Chad.

Shilo: Oh shit…
Evans: Yeah, the god of dummies has come!
Matthews: Me too!
Cruze: And Me!
Steward: Here!

There’s a whole line up and Masquerade lines them all up.

Masquerade: So… which of you guys are going to win?
Cruze: I am.
Shilo: Me!
Evans: Ha! Don’t make me laugh. I’m better than you in every way!
Steward: Did you say something? Darn must have missed it.
Matthews: Shut up Skankerella.
Shilo: Hey quiet! Do you guys smell something burning?
Cruze: I’m a puppet. I don’t have a real nose.
Shilo: Then go become a real boy Pinnochio!

But before they realize what the smell is… the fire overtakes them. It burns them big time but all they do is still argue.

Masquerade: BURN BABY BURN!

Steward: I’m gonna win. MEEEEEEEEEEE!
Evans: MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Cruze: MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Matthews: MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Shilo: Mask… you’re a douche.
Masquerade: Least I’m not a flaming dummy!

The camera fades to nothing, bringing this Halloween special to an end. We had a lot of parodies ranging from all over the place. From Twilight Zone to Child’s Play but see here’s the thing SCW, there is nothing copied about SCW. What do every last member of this match other than Masquerade have in common? They all talk the same and bitch about the same thing over and over again. Masquerade is one of a kind, and deep down… that’s worth more than any title. So here’s a thought to every member complaining about what they never get….

Clowns Rule
Being One of a Kind Rules
And most of all, being obsessed with winning is a joke that never gets old.


Except for people like Shaun Cruze, Shilo Valiant, Christy Matthews, Katie Steward and Chad Evans… the joke is on them.

So… Happy Halloween SCW… take a guess which is in store for you from me.

Trick… or Treat…

Give you a hint…






I’ll be the only one laughing!




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