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Syren vs. Shaun Cruze
Topic Started: Mar 19 2012, 08:49 PM (109 Views)
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SWC PRESENTS: Breakdown March 28, 2012

Syren vs. Shaun Cruze

RP Limit: 3 RP each
Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, March 27, 2012

~Good Luck Everyone!~

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OOC - Stuff in yellow is the promo part and fair game, black just in his head...enjoy and good luck Sir

FRIDAY 16TH OF MARCH
STANFORD CA


It was difficult to think about now, how to face the trials and tribulations that were being dealt in front of Shaun, right before one of the most important moments in his career. With both Ace Marshall, and Syren lying in wait for him in the space of the next few days, he found himself wondering how he was going to get through the next few days successfully, when it had to be said his mind was elsewhere. It had been just a few short minutes since he had put down the phone to Orlando, but in those moments it had finally become clearly to him just how desperate Dan Douglas was to get Mark in the SCW, and the depths to which he would sink to get the job done. Douglas had crossed the line again, from business and into the personal realm, and for that he would have to pay. He had to be the one who had decided that Shaun’s personal property, the Pub, should be torched, it was no doubt that his instruction to Mark had been what he was talking about when he had made what Shaun had taken as empty threats, and he was he who would be made to suffer for all that he had done to the Cruze family. Yes, the police would learn everything that he had on Douglas and his son, but not before Shaun had paid him a little visit. He had to know that he couldn’t play these games with him any longer, and there was only one language he would ever understand. Shaun turns to Pixie who had been listening to the conversation, piecing it all together from what he was saying.

Pixie: You ok?

Shaun: Yeah, great…it’s a really good feeling knowing that your investment has gone up in smoke

Pixie: Is it really that bad?

Shaun: I won’t know until I see it for myself, but from listening to the new manager, Kloe reckoned that it didn’t sound like there would be a lot left. Apparently a couple of the gas canisters have exploded…

Pixie: Gas canisters?

Shaun: Yeah, it seems whoever set the place alight knew exactly where and how to do it. As if I don’t know who is involved

Pixie: Douglas right?

Shaun: Without any doubt in my mind whatsoever. It had to be what he was talking about earlier.

Pixie can see the anger building in his eyes, and the trembling in his voice

Pixie: You got to calm down Shaun; you’re not doing yourself any favours by losing your head over this.

Having witness Shaun almost destroys Douglas in the parking lot, she had been well aware that Shaun had hidden away a quite vicious temper. She had been scared in that moment, and had seen in just that split second the individual that Shaun used to be a long time ago. Shaun closes his eyes, trying to regain his composure, struggling with the raw emotions that were building within. Finally his eyes open, and Pixie see’s the softer side to his nature, as he holds out his hand and takes hers in his

Shaun: It’s ok…I’m not going to lose it, not again.

Pixie smiles half-heartedly. Having seen him at his worst, she wished she could believe him that he would be always able to keep a lid on his anger. But she didn’t, she wasn’t sure that he could, and certainly if he was to run into Douglas right now with all that had happened, it was a very predictable outcome

Pixie: Can I ask you a question Shaun?

Shaun’s eyes widen, in preparation for the question he always knew would eventually come. They hadn’t spoken of what happened in the parking lot, and in fact they had joked about it on a couple of occasions since, but Shaun had always known it was festering in the back of Pixie’s mind, just waiting for the chance to come out.

Shaun: Go on, but I think I know what you are going to say

Pixie: It’s no good us leaving it Shaun, we need to speak about it…you scared me, and there is no getting away from that. I know you wouldn’t do anything like that to me, or at least I think I do, but that doesn’t take away from the fact is I didn’t like what I saw. You were totally different to the man I love.

Shaun suddenly feels like he is being scolded like a child, but in the back of his mind he knew that Pixie was right. It couldn’t have been nice for her to witness, especially when it was so out of character.

Shaun: I don’t know what to say to make it better Pixie. It is what it is.

Pixie: I’m not asking for you to make it better, I’m a big girl I can look out for myself. I just want to try and understand what was going through your mind. Did you want to kill him?

Shaun looks horrified by the question

Shaun: No, of course I didn’t want to kill him. I can’t believe you could believe that.

Pixie: Like I said Shaun, I’m just asking, trying to understand

Shaun scratches the back of his head, growing uncomfortable with the questioning, but knowing there wasn’t a chance he was going to get out of it. If faced with a choice between anyone and SCW and Pixie, he knew who he would go to war with every single time

Shaun: No, I didn’t want to kill him, but I did want to hurt him. I wanted him to pay for all the shit he has, and is still putting us through. I wanted to end it, there and then in that parking lot, and stop him from hurting you or anyone I ever loved again.

Pixie: But how far would you go to ensure that Shaun? I saw that look in your eyes, and I didn’t see any hesitation. If I hadn’t have shouted, his face would have looked like that plaster, and then what? You’re banged up for assault and he is free to do what the hell he likes. I know you are looking out for me Shaun, but getting sent down is not the way to look after me. I need you here, with me, and not falling for his attempts to get a rise out of you.

Shaun: I know…

Pixie: But do you Shaun, because it didn’t look that way to me. You were lost in that moment; you were totally and utterly out of control. If you can control the anger in the ring, why is it so difficult out of it?

Shaun doesn’t answer, and instead buries his head in his hands, lowering his head so he doesn’t have to look at a disapproving Pixie.

Pixie: Shaun?

He raises his head, tears forming in his eyes

Shaun: I don’t know Pixie. I don’t know what it is. All I know that it is there, every single day of my life. It was the attribute that Denning saw in me in the first place, that ability to let me anger control me. Only when I realised that it was wrong, did Denning decide that I was of little use to him any longer. He didn’t want someone on the payroll who had feelings. You had to be cold, calculated, and I didn’t fit that bill so he got rid.

Pixie: So you’ve controlled it before, why not do it again?

Shaun: If only it was that simple…Douglas presses all the right buttons, and he knows it. He knows that I can’t rip his head off, although that is precisely what I want to do every single time I see him. It’s exactly what I wanted to do in the parking lot, but he knew I couldn’t because in doing so I could ruin my career. It’s what I want to do now for burning down my Pub…all because some jackass has him by the balls for whatever reason

Pixie shakes her head, trying to understand how he was feeling but failing to do so. She had been sheltered from that side of her Father life and if she had been there, perhaps then she could have understood the person that Shaun had tried so hard to leave behind. As it was, she knew that whilst ever all this was going on, Shaun was a danger to himself, and unable to control the rage that an altercation with Douglas would bring. She was the one now who was unsure what to say, and after a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Shaun gets to his feet, and pulls his holdall out of the cupboard.

Pixie: What you doing?

Shaun: Packing, we have to get back to England babe, I’ve got no choice.

Pixie didn’t like that idea, not for one second

Pixie: Do you think that’s a good idea, considering what we have just been talking about?

Shaun: What do you mean?

Pixie: You’re not in the right frame of mind to deal with Douglas at the moment. Maybe it would be better if you just concentrated on the shows coming up. Kloe can deal with the Fire Brigade and the insurance

Shaun: No, I need to be there.

Pixie: But what about the tournament?

Shaun: It doesn’t matter Pixie, I need to go home and check out the damage, it’s not fair Kloe having to bear the brunt of it all. Anyway, Douglas is over here isn’t he?

Pixie nods, she had forgotten that

Pixie: Ok, but you sure you can go back now, with the tournament so close. Will you get back in time?

Shaun: I’ll make sure I do Pixie, I won’t…sorry, I can’t let anyone down

Pixie smiles, and takes a hold of Shaun’s hands

Pixie: There he is, there is the man I love so, so much. Always thinking of others rather than himself. We can get through Shaun, I know we can. And I promise I will be with you, every step of the way. You’re so much better than Dan Douglas babe, and you know that you are. Douglas will get his; in time…you’ll see.

Shaun nods, hoping that she was right, and watches as she stands and starts getting together her stuff. Even with everything that was going on, Shaun was glad that she was around. She was his constant, the one he knew he could turn to no matter what, and without her he knew that he would be nothing. He would try to not let Douglas get under his skin, but something needed to be done. The question was would he have the evidence to ensure Douglas could be proven as the instigator of the fire?

THOUGHTS

What was the feel point behind the match being booked at Breakdown, a match that would pit me against Syren once again? I had thought that chapter of my career was behind me, that my tribulations with Dark Fantasy and Infamous were over, but once again it seems that we were to face off, but this time one on one. There was little doubt the fuel that Syren would bring, because that would be all about my victory over Ravyn, and the fact I almost brought down the Tag team champions alone. But what would I gain out of beating Syren one on one…that was the real question, and one which I wasn’t sure of the answer if I was totally honestly with myself.

What I did know however, was that Infamous would be watching, and if they had any sense, would keep their noses out of this one, as it didn’t concern them in the slightest. Infamous had ensured that Christy Matthews had won the title, even though in my opinion she had never need the help, and they were never slow at coming forwards when they were looking to send a message. Of late, there was little doubt that they had gotten back their momentum, the titles they currently held made sure of that, so what I did know, was that any victory over Syren would undoubtedly gain their attention. It was something else I could do without, Infamous coming down on me like a ton of bricks, but as always, the facts of the matter remained the same. Syren, and Infamous were big names in this business, and facing her would no doubt capture the imagination of the crowd.

Syren had said herself, that she would back herself and Ravyn against any other tag team in the world, especially one that had been put together, such as Matt and I were. She’d also gone on to say that if it was singles wrestling, then that would be a different story, but I was reading very little into that. I knew that Syren had beaten some top, top wrestlers in this company, and I knew that she wouldn’t be holding back in this one, when by her own admission, she would have something to prove. In Tag Team wrestling, Syren had no doubt proven herself as one of the most capable of the art, but still there were doubts about her as a singles competitor. I didn’t share those doubts, but it was the primary reason why I had to be on my guard. Syren would want this victory, and I had to make sure that my desire didn’t only equal, it surpassed hers. I had to make sure I was ready for this…God of Wrestling tournament or not.


SUNDAY 18TH OF MARCH 2012
NEWQUAY ENGLAND


Shaun and Pixie sit down on the sofa, in the living room of Orlando’s house, a stiff drink having already been placed in their hands. Orlando is in the easy chair, sipping on an orange juice and eying the whiskey enviously. Kloe takes a seat, and it is Shaun who is the first to speak, eager to get on with the discussion.

Shaun: So, what do we know?

Kloe: Well, we know for starters that you and Orlando are still intent on keeping secrets from me

Shaun: Yeah, I know…I’m sorry about that Kloe but…

Kloe: But nothing Shaun, I’m not a weak little woman; I’ve dealt with things like this before. You BOTH should have told me what was going on

Shaun: Fair enough

Kloe: No Shaun, I don’t think you understand…

Orlando puts his hand on her leg

Orlando: Just calm down hey…this isn’t Shaun’s fault.

Kloe calms down and nods her head

Kloe: Yeah…sorry Shaun

Shaun: It’s OK; everyone is a little fraught at the moment. What’s the deal with the Pub, have they conducted their investigation?

Orlando: Chris is just down there now snooping around…

Even as he says it, the door opens and Chris steps inside, greeting Shaun and Pixie before taking a seat. All eyes turn to him, and he doesn’t hesitate

Chris: Well, they were being a little secretive, but it just so happens a mate of mine is on the team down there

Shaun: Is there anyone you don’t know?

Chris: Come’s with the job Shaun. Anyway, though they haven’t released anything officially, the fire was apparently started in the storage room, right next to the gas canisters, they knew what they were doing anyway.

Orlando: And was it done purposely?

Chris: Oh yeah…they are pretty sure of that already. Someone definitely started it; it wasn’t an electrical fault or anything like that

Shaun: Definitely Douglas then…anything on the CCTV?

Chris: Nothing as yet…stuff got pretty torched down there, have to say guys, there isn’t a great deal left.

Shaun: That’s not my concern right now. We are insured, we can rebuild…

Orlando: Just so Douglas can torch it again?

Shaun: Nah, not this time bro…he won’t get the chance.

Kloe: I hope you’re not planning something Shaun. Just let the police deal with it this time please? I’m sick of this vendetta affecting all of our lives.

Shaun: No, no plans…just going to help the police along by pointing them in the right direction. Making sure that this Mark and Douglas both do time for what they have done to us.

Kloe: Not sure I like the sound of this

Orlando: Don’t know why we just don’t beat the crap out of them. You, Chris, Nathan…I could run him over in my chair…we could take them

Orlando was only joking, trying to put some humour into the mood hanging over them all, but Pixie glares at him, knowing that even the suggestion would register in Shaun’s mind as a viable option.

Pixie: Violence isn’t the answer Orlando, not now and not ever.

Orlando: Alright…Jesus I was only joking

Pixie: Yeah, well it’s not something to joke about…

Pixie stands and walks out the room. Shaun goes to follow but Kloe steps in

Kloe: I’ll go

He shrugs his shoulders, he was the one who knew what was up, but Orlando’s confusion as to what he had done wrong makes him sit down

Orlando: What did I say?

Shaun: Nothing really…well I say nothing, but her nerves are a little shot at the moment

Orlando: I don’t understand

Shaun: I saw Douglas in America, I damaged a concrete pillar with my fist…it was very nearly his face. It scared her bro, right now she’s scared of what I could do, all because of that one incident. Worse thing about it is, she’s right…I did lose it Orlando, for the first time in as long as I can remember I didn’t have control of what I was about to do. If she hadn’t have shouted…well, I don’t know

Orlando: Douglas can do that to you. It’s what he does Shaun; don’t beat yourself up about it. I know you had some problems in the past, but that’s where they are Shaun in the past. One incident doesn’t mean you are losing the person you have now become.

Shaun: I guess so

Orlando: No guessing involved. You’re a good guy; you lost control once that’s all. And Pixie will realise that, by your actions from this point forwards. So, I guess from your comments you are going to hand in the dossier? Anonymously I take it?

Shaun: Exactly…

A phone rings, and Chris who had been sat just listening to the conversation, apologises, and then pulls out his mobile, putting it to his ear.

Chris: Yeah…oh, hi Matt, what you got…really, yeah, I’ll tell the guys…thanks man, thanks a lot

He puts the phone back in his pocket, and then looks at Shaun and Orlando

Chris: Good news boys…some of the CCTV stayed intact, and they have someone in the store room, matching the description you gave me of Mark. They just want you to go down to the station and confirm it is him.

Shaun smiles, the first bit of good news in a while lightening his mood.

Orlando: That’s brilliant…we may not even need that dossier if we have Mark, and he spills his guts

Shaun; Not a chance bro, they’ll get it, even if they trace it back to me and I get done for holding onto evidence. I’m making sure they go down…for as long as they deserve.

Orlando looks at Shaun and nods. He was right; there had been too many false dawns. If he was going to do this, he had to ensure that this was truly over, and once for all so that all of them could finally move on. Kloe and Pixie walk back into the room, Pixie immediately walking over to Orlando and throwing her arms around him

Pixie: Sorry Orlando

As they part, Orlando smiles

Orlando; Don’t worry about it…I live with Kloe, I’m used to being shouted at. Shaun’s told me…sorry for putting my foot in it, but for what it’s worth, Shaun is a good guy, once this is over, things will go back to normal

Shaun: Normal? I’m not sure I remember what normal is

Orlando nods in agreement, normal seemed to have been so long ago for him and the same for Shaun. The easy life was all that either of them wanted, but something always seemed to happen to take it away.

PROMO FOR BREAKDOWN 1 of 2
OPPONENT – SYREN


Shaun stares out from the camera, his eyes heavy, his body aching from the effort he had put forth over the last few weeks. It had been an endurance test, taking part in the SCW as well as representing the company in the God of Wrestling tournament, but he had enjoyed it, he WAS enjoying the challenge it was giving him. He knew all of this had a purpose, to enhance his reputation and help him on his journey, a journey he knew was only just beginning.

“Once upon a time there was a girl, who no matter how hard she tried, she never felt at ease in her world. It was of course difficult for her to feel anything but, because she was constantly reminded that she didn't belong. She was reminded by every single opponent she had that she was merely eye candy, something for the men to look at in between the seriousness of the proper wrestling. This girl of course, was you Syren. But then, I came along didn't I? And, suddenly, you were faced with something that was completely different. Suddenly, along came someone who actually respected the things you had done, respected what you had achieved. Suddenly, someone actually regarded you as a threat...and you got confused, you didn't know what to do, so you reverted to type. You ensured that in no uncertain terms, I was left in no doubt what you thought about me, and my chances of winning the tag team gold. Instead of being respectful, you were the exact opposite. You came off sounding just like Shawn Winters, and then nearly, oh so nearly, ended up looking stupid when I came along and came closer than anyone to taking away your tag team titles. Is any of this lacking in factual substances Syren, because I don't believe so. Dark Fantasy nearly dropped their guard and were so close to coming up short against one individual that shouldn't have even had a chance. You showed yourself as a beatable team, and I have little doubt that all of that has something to do with Infamous upping their game

The reasons for this were tenfold, but for starters it has to be that without a doubt I was underestimated by you and Ravyn from the very off. You were right about Matt, I cannot argue that point, but you were very wrong about me. No doubt the first thing you expected was for me to pass up the chance to face you for that title. No doubt you thought I would walk away once I knew that Matt wasn't going to be able to compete. Straight away, you believed I was incapable of summoning the bottle to walk to that ring on my own, and trying to achieve the impossible, and do what so many 'tag teams' had failed. Right there, is evidence that there was never a point when you knew precisely what you were facing. Yeah, you through in a couple of complements here and there, after all you don't want to come across as too disrespectful did you? I told you, many many times about how much this match meant to me, and how it was going to be a pleasure to be facing two of the very best in tag team wrestling, but you chose to ignore that, or you simply were not listening by that point. It has to be said Syren, you and Ravyn made an awful lot of mistakes in the build up to our match, and that was the ONLY reason why you nearly lost. You had become complacent, you almost allowed yourself to be beaten...its only because you are so good that you managed to recover in time, or else you could have been really embarrassed at that PPV. And ended up being known as the tag team that screwed up to one guy...who you claimed didn't have a chance even with a partner.”


He'd been so very close, just a heartbeat away from beating Dark Fantasy, but since then he had stepped on the gas and beaten some of the best in the business. Syren would be another admirable scalp, even if she tried to downplay the significance of the match

“But of course I could go on about that tag team match, but it was three months ago now. Matt has indeed gone, and shows no sign of returning, so I have returned to what even you admit I am good at. Since we faced off, I've moved on, I've shocked a lot of people over those three months, Ravyn being one, Adam Allocco being another, but more than anything I have set about proving what I was saying just prior to Christmas. I promised myself, and the fans that I would be the breakout star for SCW, and in that moment set about proving precisely that. Did people expect me to beat Ravyn...not many. Did people believe I would beat Allocco for the third time, probably a few more. But do you know what I see when I look at you Syren, I see someone probably more dangerous than even Allocco. I see a woman who like me feels that she needs to prove herself over and over. Is there any doubts that you should be receiving a Women’s title shot? You'd get no arguments from me. So when someone is that desperate to make an impact, they become a massive threat. Even in the God of Wrestling tournament I noted that it wasn't all about shouting your mouth off and winning the whole damn thing, it was about proving yourself amongst the very best. That said, are we really that different you and I? You feel that you have to prove yourself in a predominantly man’s world, and I constantly fight against the backdrop of hype and disbelief that I am a match for anyone in this company. Allocco may have said all the right things when we faced off for the third time, and I believed it when he told me he was focussed, yet he still made the same mistakes. What am I going to get from you this time Syren...will I get the respect you hinted at three months ago when you claimed it would be terrifying to face me one on one? Or will the old tried and tested method come out where anyone outside of Infamous is treated with nothing but disdain? Just a word of warning though, that method didn't exactly work out for your partner did it?

See, that's thing I don't get with you Syren, because on one hand you can be a really nice girl. It's no doubt you love Ravyn, and there is little doubt you love this business, and all the trials and tribulations that come with it. You CAN be very respectful towards your opponent, just like you were against the Doc is the GOW tournament, then suddenly in an instant you can turn, and be one of the biggest bitches alive. Why is that? Is it a defence mechanism when you feel that something might be going wrong? Is it because you are a member of Infamous you have to act that way? I noted that at one point you craved the acceptance of the fans, and yet now you care not for their response, believing that you don't need them to succeed. I can assure you something Syren, I don't know who it is who sent you on that path, but if you don't get a reaction from the fans you are nothing. Good or Bad, you need to put those bums on seats or you end up wrestling in community centres in front of audiences of tens, not thousands. Could you actually see yourself doing that?”


He scratches his head in confusion. That was a word that summed up his feelings towards Syren perfectly. She was a member of Infamous, so really he shouldn't care for her either way, but there was something about her, something likeable that she seemed intent to hide away at every opportunity

“Is it because you feel that to be a woman in this business, you have to be a bitch or you have no chance of succeeding? Does it come full circle and back to this point I made about you having to try just that little bit harder to reach the top. I'm sure Olek's attitude towards you and Ravyn doesn't help the situations, but surely you can see just like I do, that none of that is personal towards you, but to the group that you affiliate yourself with. I'm not saying that you shouldn't be in Infamous, after all I'd be a mug to argue with everything that the group has achieved over the last couple of months, but surely you can see that for yourself. It's Infamous he is punishing...not you personally.”

He lowers his head, still unsure. He would need to hear what she had to say before he would know with any certainly the way this was going to go. But at the moment it was true, he had no bad feelings towards her at all, and respected all that she, and in fact any women in this company had achieved. But then again there was good reason for that.

“Syren, I know I am dwelling on it a little, but I just want to make one final point before I close up. I'm not one of those cavemen that believe that women shouldn't be in this sport, and even if they are allowed, they should only wrestle each other. I have no right to do that, having been beaten by Katie Steward and Christy Matthews, and I'm not embarrassed by that statistic in anyway, because after all, I'm not the only one who has to admit that. I guess what I am trying to say is, there is no need to prove yourself to me, or anyone else, your record speaks for itself, so instead of thinking that, concentrate on how you are going to pull this one off, because I assure you something right now. I want this victory on my CV, because it's another step on the ladder past someone with a greater reputation than me. Yeah, I can admit that Syren, at the moment yes, yours is the flame that burns that little bit brighter, that's something I can accept. You're not terrified, not really...because you can see this as another opportunity to put a spanner in my particular works. But I cannot let this momentum be halted...not now.”

He looks off camera, summing up everything in his head, ready for his final words for now. Syren, Ace Marshall, just two names yes, but two names that if defeated would make all the difference as he stepped up his recovery from his world title defeat. He was getting closer, closer to the United States title and he could feel it...losing these two matches could be critical in ensuring he received that chance. His eyes flicker back to the lens, a smile snaking across his face.

“Syren, you didn't listen a great deal last time out, and we both know what happened that time, so I'm assuming that right now I have your full attention. Over the past few weeks, especially since I defeated Allocco at Retribution, I have made my thoughts perfectly clear on the direction I am going, and what I am aiming to achieve. That said, and with you sitting comfortably, let me just say that that man who nearly took out Dark Fantasy is in no way the same individual you see before you right now. You poured scorn on my comments that I was the 'future' of this company claiming that there is no way I could know that. However, just a little bit of research will tell you that I wasn't the first to say that, there were many who were saying that six, even nine months ago. I've been spoken of as a potential world champion since I set foot in this company, and now, and only now, I feel I am ready to step up onto that plateau and prove all those that have stood by me right.

But, you know something Syren, I don't even have to say this, you can find out for yourself if what I say is true, and all you have to do is pull up to Breakdown, with or without your Infamous buddies...I don't care. Just listen...just listen to the reaction when I set onto that ramp way. Just listen to the explosion of noise when I step into the ring. Just look at the love, and admiration on those fans faces when I take you on, and hopefully defeat you in the middle of the ring, and then, then tell me that they don't believe the future of this company rests on my shoulders. Tell me that the fans don't make a blind bit of difference.

The SCW has been calling out for its 'Everyman' now for a long, long time, and right now they have one, stood before them and ready to take his rightful place, their rightful place at the top of this particular tree. They, are the ones who say I am the future of this business Syren, not me, and on Breakdown love, you are going to find out why”


Another smile, and a simple wave, and then the scene begins to fade.
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OOC - Shame ya didnt get anything up to feed off man, but regardless, good luck and enjoy
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THOUGHTS PART ONE

The more I thought about it now, the more I realised that I should have expected it. Screwed in the main event of Salvation, Majestic making major noise against SCW and one of its biggest hopes for the future, I should have gotten suspicious the moment I realised the match had been made the main event. I wasn’t angry, it was only a slight annoyance, and it wasn’t annoyance with Majestic, or even Ace Marshall. No, the one person I was annoyed with was myself for not seeing it coming, for not seeing that this was a chance of a lifetime for Majestic to make its mark against a bigger, stronger company. I’d been lulled into a tournament that had a hidden agenda, and not picked that up. That was what was annoying, because I was better than that. Even the Majestic fans had let their feelings clear, booing Ace at every opportunity, even more so when he cheated his way to victory. But I’d given him that opportunity, by taking my eyes off him for that split second I had allowed him to make his play. To be truthful, he’d not been interested in ‘wrestling’ at any point during the match, so it was no surprise that he would take the win that way, but in checking on the referee when I had Marshall beaten, that had been the telling moment. By allowing Katelyn to hand him the ring bell, I had solidified my own fate. I couldn’t blame Ace, it was the only way he could have possibly got the job done, but now he was in the Quarter Finals, and would face a Free Agent in Pat Evans, and I was out of a tournament too early, and Ace could for this moment say that he was the better man, when the evidence clearly stated otherwise. I didn’t even blame the referee because he couldn’t have seen what was happening. No Aries Allocco was the one who had bottled it by not overturning the decision at the very first opportunity. And if he wasn’t careful, he was in danger of turning the tournament into nothing more than a joke. I hoped it was a mistake, and not something that had actually been in place to happen all along.

But, other than the loss, it was actually a pleasure to see Ace Marshall actually, for the very first time, deliver on all his promises and come to the ring more focussed than I have seen since my early days in SCW. I hadn’t believed the words coming out of his mouth, but now I realised that he was indeed telling the truth, and he wanted this tournament more than anything else in his life. All the intensity, all the emotion came flooding out in the match as he battled his way through to the Quarters Finals, and on this evidence possibly even further. If I’d been the catalyst for that, then so be it, because there was little doubt that with his head screwed on, he could be Majestics champion before too long. Could he win the tournament? Possibly, but there was a lot of big names he would have to beat to get there. But with Pain, and now myself on the list of victims, I wasn’t going to argue, and certainly wouldn’t be surprised if he went all the way. And if he did, that would just add to my disappointment, my belief that I could, and should have done better. The bruise on my head until it faded would be a reminder of where I went wrong in Stanford…and would be forever etched on my brain as yet another steep learning curve I had to endure, all the time making me stronger.

The God of Wrestling tournament was now over for me though, and although I would be keeping track on who managed to win the whole thing, and hoping that the remaining SCW guys managed to pull it off, I now had to put it to the back of my mind, because the big matches just kept on coming thick and fast. I’d not underestimated Ace, and I’d been a victim of circumstance rather than talent, but at Breakdown it was time to get back to the bread and butter of SCW, and attempt to defeat someone who like Ace Marshall was intent of handing me another loss. I couldn’t dwell on Ace, or Majestic…it was time to get back to basics, and back to Syren, with whom a victory against would make this bitter pill a little easier to take. Maybe, I was never destined to beat Ace; maybe beating him on his own patch was something I was never going to be able to do. But I couldn’t allow it to derail me, same as if Syren got past me; I couldn’t let my belief slip. I’d shown I could beat the very best at Retribution, and now I just had to find the consistency to do it week in week out and beating Syren would show that indeed I was capable of doing precisely that.


WEDNESDAY 20TH MARCH
NEWQUAY ENGLAND


Shaun and Pixie sit, watching as the CCTV footage clearly shows Mark breaking into the store room, and then setting the chain of events till he lit the match that started the fire, before making a hasty exit. Shaun even laughed as Mark gave them the benefit of looking directly at the hidden camera, aiding him to fully see the man’s face. Mark had made a lot of crucial mistakes, not least choosing Douglas as the man who could get him into SCW, but here he had made his most critical, and was looking at a long time inside. Shaun wished he could speak to Mark directly, because still he wasn’t sure what was going on between him and Douglas, and why Douglas was so desperate to ensure he got what he wanted. There were many things he felt he needed to ask Mark, but it looked like he would never get that chance. The images freeze frame on screen and the Detective places a head on Shaun’s shoulder

Detective: Is that him?

Shaun nods, not needing to say the words, instead his eyes unable to leave the TV screen, the flames having already taken hold in the store room, it probably wasn’t long before the whole things erupted. The Detective seems to realise this, and turns off the monitor. He then turns to one of his officers and nods, no doubt to fetch Mark in for questioning.

Detective: Thanks for that Shaun…I’m sure it wasn’t a very nice thing to watch

Shaun: No, but needed to be done.

Detective: Was just wondering if you have the time to answer a few questions for us, to try and put together a picture of why he did it and perhaps make an official statement?

Shaun knew what was coming, and he had come prepared.

Shaun: Of course

He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out the dossier, placing it on the table, sliding it over to the Detective, and watching as he thumbs quickly through the information, his eyes widening at separate intervals. As he closes the dossier, making a note to read it more thoroughly later, he turns to Shaun, his head full of questions.

Detective: How long have you been party to this information Mr Cruze?

Shaun: A few months maybe

Detective: And you do realise that this could be seen as withholding information?

Shaun: Of course, and I am aware of the potential circumstances as well

Detective: So why give this to us now? And I certainly don’t see the link with the arson

Shaun takes a deep breath, and Pixie takes hold of his hand for moral support

Shaun: Because Douglas has been blackmailing me Detective. Basically put, the reason they burnt my pub down is quite simply because of some kind of hold Mark has over him. I reckon he may have a copy of that very same dossier…I have no idea how.

Detective: What where their demands?

Shaun: Douglas wanted me to get Mark a spot in the company I work for

Detective: And you said no?

Shaun: Yes

Detective: Why was that?

Shaun: Douglas and my family have history, and regardless of what he did with his son, I would never trust him, not for a moment

Detective: So, is this the first thing he has threatened you with?

Shaun: No, he assaulted my brother, who is currently getting over major surgery

Detective: This Mr Douglas?

Shaun: No, that was Mark…Douglas threatened me only recently whilst over in America that something was going to happen. That’s why I employed Chris…Mr Clay to look out for things for me, but I thought he was talking about physical violence against my family…not this

Detective: Mr Clay…that’s the private investigator right?

Shaun: That’s correct yes.

Detective: And whilst all this was going on, it didn’t cross your mind to get us involved

Shaun rubs his face, stopping himself from saying the words that was going through his head. He didn’t want to dwell on how the police tended to be incompetent right now, especially when he wanted Douglas and Mark questioned as soon as possible. While ever they were still out there, his family was still in danger, and if Douglas knew he had gone to the police, he wouldn’t stop, not now.

Detective: So, just to recap…you’re saying that Dan Douglas is behind all this, and this, Mark is just acting on his instructions…because he wants a job?

Shaun: That sums it up yes

Even as the Detective was saying it, Shaun found himself smiling at the pure stupidity of what was going on.

Detective: Something funny?

Shaun shakes his head

Shaun: Not really…so what happens now?

Detective: We shall bring all those involved in for questioning. Obviously we shall need to speak to Mr Cruze about the assault…and of course decide if there is anything we need to speak to you about. Especially your choice to withhold this from us

Shaun: Of course.

Detective: For now though, thank you for your time.

Shaun: Pleasure

Shaun stands and is about to leave when the detective shouts after him.

Detective: Whatever the outcome of this Shaun, do not take the law into your own hands. We will deal with this.

Shaun scowls, unsure as to what that comment means. As he shuts the door he turns to Pixie

Shaun: What did he mean by that?

Pixie: What?

Shaun: He made it sound like he wasn’t certain of a conviction…didn’t you think?

Pixie: No…you’re being paranoid Shaun, just leave it to them.

Shaun nods, he knew she was right; it was only a matter of time before they were behind bars, and if Shaun had played it right, he should get away with perhaps a caution. The case for David Douglas had long since closed, so it was unlikely they could make any charge stick. They both walk into the reception, and before Shaun can even react, he is met by a right hand, and then a left hook which knocks him to the floor. He looks up, and finally see’s Mark being restrained by the officers, his eyes full of fury.

Mark: You fucking grass, just you wait till I get out. You, you’re family…you’re all fucked

Shaun sits there, holding his jaw, before getting to his feet, Pixie placing a hand on his chest to try and keep him calm. The police officers now have Mark under control, and it would be an ideal opportunity for Shaun to take him apart, but instead of hitting him back, or at least spitting venom, he simply smiles, and takes hold of Pixie’s hand, before walking away

Mark: Don’t you fucking walk away from me Cruze. You’re going regret the day you shopped me, you hear me Cruze…you’re fucking dead

Shaun steps out of the police station and into the warm spring afternoon. He takes a couple of lung full of the clean sea air, and then turns to Pixie who is beaming with pride.

Shaun: What?

Pixie: You didn’t react.

Shaun: And make the situation worse for me…not a chance. All he did in there was showed precisely how much of a jackass he is. He’ll go away for a long time, I’m sure of that.

Pixie: It’s doesn’t matter, you didn’t get angry and you kept calm, that’s the only thing that I care about.

They walk over to the car, Pixie arm in arm with him, and he could almost feel how happy she was. Inside his head however was a different story, one that told of him using every single bit of will power he had not to knock Mark out there and then. If Douglas had any sense, he would just take what was coming to him, and stay away from this point on, because Shaun wasn’t sure what would happen if he didn’t. He would let the police do their job, but if this wasn’t finished, if Douglas didn’t get charged and sent down, then no matter what the warning, Shaun would make him wish he had a nice cosy cell to hide away in. Never again would Douglas hurt him, or his family…and one way or another, he was going to make sure of that.

THOUGHTS PART TWO

The match with Syren was getting closer, and as it did I couldn’t help but feel that Breakdown was going to be one of those moments that defined where my career would go next. By that, I wasn’t thinking about Syren, or even Infamous, or any of those things that might have distracted from the true goal. No, by that what I meant was Breakdown would answer a lot of questions about whether I was ready to step forward and challenge David Helms for the United States Championship. Beating Syren, yet another far more established SCW wrestler than me, would surely alleviate me closer to Helms, and prove my worthiness for this honour.

What troubled me at this point however was my record when it came to closing out the deal once the opportunity was given to me. Yes, my first attempt had seen me claim the Adrenaline title, but then since that moment I had lost that title, and in turn lost my opportunities at the world and tag team titles, giving the impression that perhaps I would be saddled with the reputation of a bottler. Of course, Warren James had wrestled the match of a life time to take the title back, and in doing so had since been on a lengthy lay off from his efforts defending it. Shawn Winters, well it was well documented that I wasn’t ready for that confrontation, not by a long shot. And as for the Tag team titles, facing the reigning champions all alone had put paid to that opportunity as well, though I had done my very best to overcome those odds. Those were the details of course, but people wouldn’t read the fine print, that would just realise that when it came to the title shot…Shaun Cruze always lost, and that was a stigma I didn’t want, nor need. If this did come to pass, I had to make sure I didn’t lose again, no matter what the circumstance. At least the one thing I knew was that if it was Helms, I wouldn’t get screwed over.

Because David was one of those who rather than kick me down the moment I walked through the SCW door, he actually took the time to say a few words of encouragement, indicating that if required, he would have my back should it be needed. He was of a similar ilk to me, a man who had his demons yes, but who recognised just how lucky he was to be able to come out in front of the masses and simply perform. If we faced off, there was no doubt whatsoever that it would capture the imagination of the fans, because if anything he was the forerunner for anything I had done. The fans loved him, probably just as much as they did me…their loyalties would no doubt be divided like never before. In fact, ever since those early months in SCW when I was just seen as the intruder from IWC, I had enjoyed nothing but the support of the fan base. But when I did face Helms for the United States title, I knew that I would have to get used to something I had become unaccustomed to, and that would be boos and jeers. They would have to take a side, and I had no doubts they would split right down the middle, at least until the final bell.

All I knew with any real certainty was when Riding the Lightening came around; I was going to ensure that this time I left nothing to chance. I knew that I was up against it, and I knew that if I made the mistakes I did against Shawn Winters I would come unstuck. I couldn’t allow myself to be over-awed, I had to wait for my chance, and then take it. Could the PPV be another defining moment in an already stellar year?


MONDAY MARCH THE 26TH
MILWAUKEE


As usual, it had been a busy couple of weeks, but at least with his elimination from the God of Wrestling tournament, Shaun knew that his schedule would lighten a lot now, something that secretly he was glad of. His body had taken a battering of that there was no doubt, and his head, well that was still banging from being introduced to a steel ring bell. He’d wanted the competition, and he had received it tenfold, but after Breakdown, he was glad that finally he would get the chance to recuperate his body, and rest his aching limbs. He opens the hotel door and immediately walks in the room, not even doing the gentlemanly thing and allowing Pixie to go in first. He drops the bags and straight away slumps on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and enjoying the feeling of rest. Pixie just laughs; she had long got used to Shaun being like this after long flights, and simply walks in behind him, shutting the door.

Pixie: You know sometimes Cruze, you’re worse than an old man do you know that?

Shaun lifts his head, making sure to exaggerate the effort to do so.

Shaun: Right now my sweet, I feel like one. Fancy giving me a massage or something?

Pixie laughs

Pixie: He hit you in the head; the rest of your body should be fine. Stop being such a wuss

Shaun: You used to be so sympathetic

Pixie: Yeah, that was before I knew how much you played on it

Shaun smiles and puts his head back down on the pillow with a groan for effect

Shaun: Good point.

His head has no sooner hit the pillow, and all the feeling is beginning to flow back into his body, when he hears his mobile phone going off ever so quietly. He lifts his head up again, looking at Pixie who shakes her head and rummages in his jacket. Pulling the phone out of his pocket, she places it one speaker, and puts it on the table.

Pixie: I’m going to take a shower

“Hi Pixie…didn’t really need to know that”

The voice is unmistakably Orlando’s and Shaun immediately swings his legs around and rested them on the floor.

Pixie: Marvellous, Orlando calls and you perk up. Me…nothing

She winks at Shaun and heads into the bathroom, the sounds of water splashing from the shower almost immediately heard.

Shaun: Alright bro, what’s up?

Orlando: Good man, how are you, I watched Salvation last night, shocker Ace stealing a victory

Even across the Atlantic, the sarcasm in his voice was obvious.

Shaun: Should have seen it coming in his own backyard, but whatever, I’m out and there is nothing I can do about it. I’ll move on just like you taught me to the next one.

Orlando: Well, I got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?

Shaun: Good?

Orlando: Well, Mark couldn’t afford bail, and it seems Douglas wasn’t keen on stumping up for him either. He’s in court on Friday…not looking good for him really. Think Douglas saw it as an opportunity.

Shaun: And what about Douglas?

Orlando: That’s the bad news. Bit more complicated that one apparently. Although the dossier proved that he was involved in covering up what happened with his son, it’s doubtful they will charge him for that.

Shaun shakes his head

Shaun: But it’s all there

Orlando: Time has passed though, and his son is already inside. Don’t think they can be bothered with all the paperwork to be honest

Shaun: Ok, but what about his involvement in the fire?

Orlando: That’s the kicker, because at the moment the police only have your word

Shaun: You’re not telling me that Mark hasn’t confirmed his involvement?

Orlando: No he hasn’t, not a word. At the moment he’s taking the rap for it himself…it’s looking like Dan might get away with it

Shaun: What does Chris think? Can he find anything?

Orlando: He’s looking, but at the moment unless Mark spills his guts, we won’t be able to prove his involvement.

Shaun: I tell you, that man had more lives than a cat.

Orlando: I know its frustrating Shaun, but he’ll slip up, I know it. He can’t be this lucky forever.

Shaun doesn’t respond, he was sick of Douglas getting away with it, but he knew that Pixie wouldn’t allow him to take matters into his own hands. Mark was off the radar, and wouldn’t see the light of day again for a while, and for now that should be enough for him. He still really wanted to finish this once and for all, but biding his time was the best course of action, rather than end up getting sent down himself. Douglas might go away, after all it was Shaun’s belief that Douglas had only resurfaced due to whatever it was Mark had on him, but he wouldn’t hold his breath. He just had a feeling that this wasn’t the end that they all wanted so badly to be able to move on.

Orlando: OK, well I’m sure you need your rest after the flight, so I’ll leave you to it. Just wanted to fill you in on what was going on. Oh, before I forget, Kloe was on to the insurers earlier, and there shouldn’t be a problem with the pay-out. So at some point we need to get together and discuss what we are going to do next.

Shaun: Yeah, ok Bro…I guess I got a lot more time on my hands now the tournament is over for me. I’ll come back after Breakdown and we’ll sit down yeah.

Shaun would be happy of the distraction, and he was sure Orlando would feel the same.

Orlando: OK man, good luck at Breakdown if I don’t talk to you before

Shaun: Thanks man, say hi to Kloe and the kids for me

Orlando: Will do

The line goes dead, and Shaun lays back, his feet still resting on the floor. He closes his eyes and begins to drift. A drop of water landing on his cheek stirs him, and he opens his eyes, Pixie stood over him her hair wrapped in a towel but strands dripping on his face. In that moment, all Shaun can think of is how beautiful she is, and how lucky he is to have her. She kisses him fully on the lips, before pulling away, and sitting on the side of the bed

Pixie: Orlando ok?

Shaun: Yeah…everything’s OK

Pixie: Well, you get some sleep, and when you wake we’ll get something to eat…maybe a movie, help you to unwind.

Right now, that sounded perfect, and Shaun nods an agreement before once again shutting his eyes. He feels Pixie stand, but almost immediately he is asleep, the efforts of recent times catching up with him, and the chance to rest just too much resist.

PROMO FOR BREAKDOWN 2 OF 2
OPPONENT – SYREN


Shaun peers out from behind a studio camera, a bruise clearly visible on his head from where he was nearly knocked clean out by Ace wielding a steel ring bell just 24 hours previously on Salvation. However he doesn’t seem down hearted, he had long since digested everything that happened, and drawn his own conclusions from such. Now it was time to get back to his day job…and facing Infamous yet again

“Syren, do you know what the 27th of Match means to me? No, you probably don’t to be honest, but what that date actually signifies, is my completion of two years in the business, two years in a career which has already spanned two entirely different companies. When competing in IWC, I was constantly facing a losing battle to keep the historic company from closer. Even when all around me told me that the fight was lost I still continue, so synonymous was the company with my family’s history. I fought as hard as I could, and will be forever known as the companies final World Champion, although that achievement will always be sullied by the fact no one of any real substance cared anymore. Everyone else seemed intent on sending the IWC to the wall. Then, I swept into the SCW, and was surprised straight away by its stature, its presence. The level of competition was like something I had never experienced in my life, but I relished it. I fought with every inch of my being, through the good and the bad, and slowly but surely began to earn respect. Now, I’m not constantly deemed the underdog, never readily illustrated in the fact when I lost to Ace Marshall it was seen as a shock, and unexpected. It isn’t a gimmick or a catchphrase when I state that sentence. I want to face the very best, and even in defeat ensure that I gave whomever it is the fight of their life. That’s not for the fans benefit, or for the SCW to pin some kind of ‘nickname’ to me, it’s the person that I am inside…always striving to beat the very best.

The point I am making Syren, is that you supposedly feel the same. For you, entering the God of Wrestling tournament was apparently a means to test yourself against the best this business has to offer. Your words in fact were exact the kind of thing that I would say, however when they come from my mouth, they wouldn’t come across as smug or hypocritical. If, as you claim, you want to be regarded as one of the most dominant females in the business, why would you constantly come to the ring supported by an entourage? I mean that would be fine, but when it’s an entourage more than willing to put their oar in, and affect the outcome of the match, how can you claim that it’s all about the competition, when it’s obvious all you care about is the victory, however it is claimed. How can you say with a straight face that a victory with outside interference means anything? You’re not better than Ace Marshall who is revelling in his victory right now, having clocked me with a steel ring bell. Is that your kind of competition Syren…really? That you will take a victory this way, and still claim to be the better competitor? I don’t understand that logic Syren and the reason for that? It’s ridiculous.


And no matter how much she tried to explain, he doubted that he ever would. If you weren’t the better wrestler, then the whole point behind competition was to get better, surely that was the mind set of most people? He pauses, still trying to understand how someone could think that way

“I shouldn’t have lost to Ace Marshall, and had he not had the same morals as you, I’m pretty certain that I wouldn’t have. I can’t do anything about that now, and that’s why to be honest it didn’t annoy me probably as much as it should have. He knew what he had to do to beat me, so he went ahead and did it, and regardless of what I think of his methods, at least he was straight up with me. I knew he was a dirty fighter, and that’s precisely what I got. At least he wasn’t saying he is something that he wasn’t like you. If you want the competition, and proof that you are one of the very best, stop coming to the ring with half of Infamous. Stop picking up a victory any which way you can. Because until you do, Olek will forever have the perfect excuse to keep you away from what you crave so badly.

She wouldn’t listen, nor would she care about his comments. No doubt she would refer to Shaun as an idiot who didn’t know what he was talking about, the generic response from someone like her.

“But it all comes back to one of the very first points I made about you, having to work and prove a lot more than someone like I may have to. You do look good, and so therefore you have to exaggerate other attributes to succeed. But if you really want to be known for your wrestling ability Syren, it’s time to change tactic. Because right now hun, there isn’t a great deal to be jealous about…except for the breasts. If I had those bad boys I’d never let them go”

He shuffles in his seat, he’d become uncomfortable, Syren hadn’t been as vocal as usual, and this un-nerved him more than her words ever could. He’d been screwed over once this week already, were Infamous planning screw job number two for Breakdown. He didn’t even have Orlando in his corner any longer to even the odds a little, and that left him a little more vulnerable to the likes of Infamous and Greaternity. He knew he was only one man, and if Infamous decided they wanted to make a point on Breakdown, there was nothing he would be able to do about it.

“See, even with your comments of before about how you would be terrified to face me one on one, which might I add was taken with a pinch of salt because there is no way there is any difference in us, none such as to be worried about facing me anyway. I know that this match may not even reach a conclusion with all that is going on right now, and I’m not necessarily talking about your Infamous colleagues either. You may, or may not know, but at the moment I am scheduled to face David Helms at the PPV, for his United States title. As expected, that’s riled a few people, mainly Rachael Foxx, Justin Davis and James Evans. As is the norm, it’s me that they have taken exception to, even though of course it wasn’t my decision, however, nonetheless, no doubt those three individuals will want to make a point of their own, especially as Justin had a few problems getting to the ring last week.

Now, they are just as likely to tear each other apart before they get to me, but nevertheless, it has to be considered something that could happen when we face up for our match. Any one, or all three of them could interject themselves, so desperate are they for the limelight. I’m not a gambling man, but I am willing to bet anyone that you have at ringside won’t be rushing to my aid, so where does that leave me? Other than of course staring up at the arena lights, you having picked up an easy victory and as an added bonus being able to say Infamous didn’t do a thing. You can see my conundrum right…it’s a right old pickle, make no mistake”


He pulls a face in obvious mock concern, before breaking out into a laugh. As Syren often said, jealousy was a bad thing, and can drive you to do some silly things. Shaun knew that this time, rather than when he faced Shaun Winters, he deserved this shot, and had nothing to answer for. He’d not jumped the queue at all, he’d done what everyone should do, and EARN a shot. No doubt it also helped how much of a money spinner for the SCW this confrontation would obviously be

“Because you know something Syren, I may not agree with you on a lot of things, but we do agree on one important point. There are a LOT of jealous people out there, bitter and twisted individuals that would love to have the rapport and the respect I have of this business, and in particular the fans. So many people want to put me in my place, it’s inevitable that even without trying, and I’ll continue to make enemies every single turn I make. It’s been the same for Helms, for Thorn, for anyone who tries to go about their business the RIGHT way; we will always be a target for those jealous of what we have. You cannot buy the noise I get when I enter a wrestling ring, or the honour of so many living their wrestling careers through you, and I understand that totally. People will always come after me in my career and I’m ready for that. My question to you though Syren is with everything I have said, would any of those three coming to the ring and doing your business for you be enough, considering the loss I handed out to Ravyn. Would you let them get away with it, just so that your retribution would be easier…would you get the closure you no doubt need?

Because let’s be honest now, because I have evaded the subject for as long as I can. When all is said and done, that is all this match is about isn’t it, a chance for you Syren to exact some measure of revenge for Dark Fantasy? There is no other particular reason why you would want to defeat me as we have already discussed how stupid it is you claim it is all about the competition. If anything, you are probably still more highly thought of in this company due to the Tag Titles, so really, what else would you gain from beating me on Breakdown, other than putting another up and coming punk that has nothing to do with Infamous, in his place?”


He looks questionably at the camera, shrugging his shoulders.

“Thing is, no matter how much you look at it, there is no other reason. Perhaps I’ve brought myself to the attention of Infamous, maybe I haven’t, but the biggest reason for this match isn’t for you to test yourself, it’s to exact some retribution on the man who single-handedly almost gave you the shock of your career, the man who defeated Ravyn when she seemed to think it impossible. You don’t want this for the win, you want this because of who I am, and the strife I have given you this year already. You want to do this for Ravyn, and that’s fine, I understand that totally, because I would do the same for someone I loved. Therefore, it seems only fair that I close with the same warning which I gave to her.”

His tone changes, to something more serious, more focussed than before. His eyes narrow, just ever so slightly, and he leans forwards just a little.

“I respect everything that you have done in the tag team division, and you will never hear me argue of your attributes as one half of THE best tag team this company has probably ever seen. But as you will have surmised, this is not tag team wrestling, we are playing a game which I play better than most. The thing is, you and Ravyn, Christy Matthews and David Helms, any of the champions in this company in fact, I aspire to be them, because without question those belts are not just trinkets, they are symbols of what you have achieved in your field. They prove that you have to be considered one of the best at that time. Never, not once have I pretended that the pair of you are anything else but the best in the business, so before we face off, ponder these things for me

When it came to facing her, Ravyn still hadn’t realised how wrong she had got me. She accused me of being greedy, egotistical…both things purely because it was the character which she wanted to see, because it allowed her to deal with something which she was used to. It allowed her to be the way she wanted to be. What I want to know however Syren is are you about to make the same mistake. Do you still see me as someone who is doing all of this simply for himself? Do you still think that I am someone who thinks himself far better than anyone else, and who thinks success should be handed to me on a plate? Do you think that I believe I can walk to the ring and wrestle any kind of match, because in my eyes the match is already won?


Again he pauses, allowing his opponent to contemplate that very question

“Because Syren, if you do still believe these things, it just shows you haven’t been listening. It shows you learnt nothing about the guy I am, or aspire to be. If you think that all those things that you accuse me of are still true, it just goes to show you simply do not realise what my spot in SCW means to me, or how much I respect the likes of you who hold a championship belt. It proves that even now you are underestimating me, just like so many before. When, if that thirst for revenge is as bad as I think it is, that is the very last thing you should be doing right now

A final momentary hesitation, all his tension seems to lift, and a smile forms on his face.

“I’m not jealous of you Syren, far from it; I aspire to be like you, and to be a champion in this company once again. Maybe you having Infamous by your side has something to do with it, but hey, I’ve got thousands behind me every single time I step into the ring. Yeah, they may not be able to get physical like Pete Ebdon may, but they are there every single match without fail, and would never let me down. Without them I am nothing, but then again, would you be nothing without Infamous? I’m guessing we will never find out the answer to that question. Beating you Syren, it will be another major notch on the bed post towards the very top, another name on the CV. Can you do what Ravyn couldn’t and end what has been an amazing winning streak for me in SCW, or will be the next in line to fall? Right now I couldn’t say with any certainty how this is going to end, but you know something Syren there is one thing that is certain…I’m cannot wait to find out.”

Shaun nods his head once in acknowledgement, the scene slowly fading to black. The God of Wrestling tournament was history now, and with the PPV just a few weeks away, momentum was all important if he was going to defeat David Helms. This was what he had driven so hard for, a singles title that he had legitimately worked to achieve. Winning the United States title would be the springboard to the big one, and the realisation of a dream. It was up to him to ensure than dream didn’t become his biggest nightmare.
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I briefly debated on following on from my last scene with this one, but then that ruins what I have planned for Ms Taylor for Ammo, so I decided to skip a few weeks and do something else instead. I'm rather happy with how it turned out.

Lucas Knight, Ryan Watson and David Helms all appear with permission from their respective handlers.

As always, the scene is off-camera and the shoot is available on Zoe's blog.

Enjoy.

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The Syren Song: Verse 123
“Yah, that’s because... shut up!”
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