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Shilo Valiant vs. Greg Cherry
Topic Started: Apr 3 2012, 03:06 PM (177 Views)
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SCW PRESENTS: Breakdown April 11, 2012

Shilo Valiant vs. Greg Cherry

Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, April 10, 2012
RP Limit: 1 RP per person; 2 RP per team per match

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OOC: CD occurs before Ammo. MR occurs after Ammo. This is more of a setup I have in mind for RTL, which should help push the arc forward as well. enjoy


[align=center]NECROPHOBIA!


--United We Stand--


”Message Received, Promise Kept”[/align]


I couldn’t stop pacing. How could I? It had been days…or was it weeks?…I couldn’t remember anymore, since Merrick’s “promise” to me. The idea that they would be sending their demands to us. And through Ryper of all people.

I stopped where I was. Everything had been going alright outside the KOS. I was a finalist in the Legends Bracket, set to face Jake Starr. What’s more, once Ammo was over, I would get what I wanted out of SCW and Riding the Lightning. Yes, everything was still functional in SCW and the wrestling world.

Probably why I hated returning here to the Kings of Shadows lately. It was beyond frustrating the lengths to which Merrick, Valerie and Ryper were willing to go but no idea what for.

But what hurt more than that, was Merrick’s words to me.

I was too much of a public figure to simply take out. I was too much of a lightning rod. The world knew of me. They knew of my character and my wrestling. My disappearance would not be able to occur as long as I remained in the SCW picture. To simply take me out without a reason would invite the news, the police that Merrick DIDN’T control and gods knew whom else into investigation. And despite their desire for destruction of my life and those associated with me, it was clear the obvious route was not the one they were taking. No, they were after something and it wasn’t me at the moment. It would no doubt affect me, but it wasn’t me personally.

So I paced and I waited. Waited for us to stop whatever Ryper was planning. Jekyll had doubled the sentries and postmen around the Kings of Shadows. The very best Jekyll had trained. We were safe inside the KOS.

It made everyone feel better. Except me.

Once more, I was too valuable to be hurt in the KOS, same as it was in the SCW. I wasn’t just a merchant of the KOS. Then I’d be easy, but I had become the prodigal son of the KOS. To kill me would rally the KOS into a riot and we all knew it. Mark himself would launch every force we had and it would create a third Underground war. It was something no one wanted, least of all me.

--Shilo--
I hate waiting.

I hated thinking about it. I wanted to drive it out. Drive it out and think about something else. Looking at the clock, I found myself wishing it was a few days later, so I could travel to Nevada and to Ammo. I wished to just continue with the simple world of wrestling, winning, entertaining and fighting for what I deserved. Simple. All this life and death was something that was just too much.

--Shilo--
Think of something else.

I hated doing that too. It just made me think about what I didn’t want to think about all the more. What would the demands be? And more than that, what would Ryper do-

Greg Cherry!

I wasn’t sure why that man was appearing in my mind in that exact moment until I thought about it. Desperation was the similarity. When I had last had fought Greg the two times at Retribution 2010 and Riding the Lightning of last year, there was that distinct difference. Riding the lightning, he had been handed one of the shortest SCW title reigns in SCW history of only 24 hours. It was a humiliating reign that was worse than Masquerade’s and Katie Steward’s. What had driven him to that? To beat me at Retribution and then win the title. The answer was obvious. His wife was away and he wanted her back. He was driven. Desperate. After that? After he won? He lost it. Had it all taken from him. What did he care? He had accomplished what he wanted. Nothing else mattered to the “Pennsylvanian Sensation”, which still sounded like either a bad porn film or some kind of fragrance.

When fighting for something, Cherry was formidable, almost intimidating. But usually, he wasn’t. The question was, which Greg Cherry would I be greeting on Breakdown? It would require more observation and perhaps enduring another one of his popular “I’m not quite so sure of myself or what is going to happen” indecisive promos.

--Shilo (sarcastically)--
Oh, I love those!

That was the problem with these wrestlers. They were either egotistical assholes that were so up in their own ass that they didn’t see the concept of losing to a guy in a mask and makeup. That losing was impossible. Then there were those that were so sure they were going to get their ass kicked that even they would say so in a promo. “I’ll do my best and I promise to do all I can to win…truly!” like little kids promising their parents to do their best for their class spelling bee or playing T-ball.

That’s what this match felt like. A game of T-Ball! There I was, set to get Cherry out at first base. All he had to swing. Would he swing and knock the ball right into my glove, making it easy? Or would he actually try and outwrestle me?

Again, I needed to look more into it, and now wasn’t the time. I would have after the match with Jake Starr to figure out how best to deal with Cherry. And as I reminded myself, I had beaten him before, I’d do it again, no doubt with ease-


KNOCK KNOCK!


The sound on the door was a welcome distraction and quickly, I checked the clock. It read 4:52 pm. It wouldn’t be Marina. She never knocked. This was as much her house as it was mine. And I doubted it was any of her friends. Ah hell with it, better answer it. Walking slowly, I opened the door to find no one there. Looking to the left and then to the right, I felt like a damn cartoon character being tricked into Nicky Nicky nine doors.

--Shilo--
Damn kids.

Marina must have missed a few in her class roundup. Still, kids will be kids, I thought, remembering the times I would play such pranks on the people of the KOS. One time, I had replaced Nomas’ mouthwash with pen ink. He had spit it right out, but his mouth had been blue for the whole day. Grounded was the punishment, but it was hilarious. Little blue in the mouth, people had said to Nomas. He had laughed it off a few days later, but he eventually got even with me. He always did.


I couldn’t help but smile at the memory before I looked down to see the green, wrapped package at my feet. A present. Okay…my first thought was that it was from someone here in the KOS, but the circumstances being what they were, I doubted it was Madison or Spider or Nomas playing a joke.

That really only meant one distinct possibility. Slowly, I picked up the package. It was light, no more than a few pounds at most. Well, that ruled out a bomb, along with the fact that it was mostly empty as I shook it. Whatever it was, it was small and with many loose pieces in it. On the top was a note. Carefully, I pulled the note off and opened it, which was rather easy.

--Shilo (reading)--
Thought you could use a hand in solving this.


The writing was elegant. Female, I think, but I wasn’t sure. Definitely not Marina’s. Carefully, I pulled off the corner, revealing a simple, brown box, but it smelled weird. The stench wasn’t strong but it lingered there. Copperish, like rust or…

--Shilo (sudden realization)--
Blood…


I couldn’t hesitate any longer. I pulled open the box…

--Shilo--
Oh my god!

Before immediately looking away and closing it, my legs kicking in instinct to a run.

--Shilo--
SPIDER! MARINA! MADISON! NOMAS! MARK!


The names flowed out of me quickly as I ran. In seconds, I was in the central area by the fountain…

Just in time to see Spider and Madison running to the side to meet me. What had they been talking about together? Shaking my head to remove the temporary distraction, I was about to speak when I heard a voice from the North Gate.

--Faith--
SOMEBODY!


Turning sharply, I spied my aunt, Faith. Edward Jekyll’s wife. She walked slowly and I could understand why as I took the whole picture in. I wasn’t worried about her. The hand-writing may have been female, but the contents had been entirely male. And I watched in growing horror as she helped support her husband, his left arm over her shoulder and his right wrapped in a ripped shirt, which I realized was his, and pressed to his chest.

The wedding ring in the box
The size of the content in the box
The hair on it

It didn’t take long for me to realize who the “gift” on this box truly belonged to.

Spider ran first, screaming Nomas’ name as loud as he could. I was there second, holding the box close to me. Looking back at Madison, I could stop my instincts from taking over.

--Shilo--
Get a container. Fill it with a lot of ice.

--Madison--
Ice?

--Shilo--
JUST DO IT!

I didn’t look behind me then but I heard Madison’s feet moving as she ran. My mother was a nurse. This wasn’t something she’d be much help with, I quickly realized. And with her pregnant with recurring miscarriages in her life, this was something she didn’t necessarily need to see much of.

Nomas was by our side as Faith placed her husband onto the tiled floor of the entrance of the North Gate. Quickly, he removed his belt and wrapped it around the limb. I refused to turn away as I saw the cloth torn off his limb, revealing the absence of a hand. Jekyll, on the other hand, was too busy looking up at the ceiling as Faith kept her hands on his face and to her.

--Faith--
Look at me, sweetie. Look at me!

--Nomas--
SHILO!

I turned my head to Nomas.

--Nomas--
Keep his arm down!


I was moving at once, using my weight to wrestling his arm to the side, pinning it with my knee and weight as he struggled. I fought the larger man, but I was accustomed to wrestling larger opponents and using my weight in key locations was something I knew how to do. Within seconds, Nomas had securing the belt and quickly pulled Jekyll to his feet.

--Shilo--
What are you doing?

--Nomas--
Getting him to the hospital! Spider, call Alan! Tell him to bring an ambulance!

Spider nodded. Alan was a helper that worked at the Toronto West Hospital. If we used the West Wing, we’d get to the downtown section faster and be picked up quickly. Quickly, Spider was off to get to the surface and make the phone call. With Nomas, myself and Faith, we held Jekyll up. He tried to speak, but his form was going into shock and Faith was more concentrated on keeping him alert and where he was. He wanted to say something, but we all knew. We weren’t fools, we knew who did this. As Madison reached us, I gestured with my hand to put the contents into the cooler, telling her what it was and to be careful. If it was a clean cut…we would need it, as Nomas had told in the past. I saw her pick through the box, grab the hand and…a note?…when had that been there? Placing the note in her coat pocket, she hurried back to our side with the full cooler. We followed up as fast as we could up and out, up the stairs and to the outside, Jekyll clinging to us with everything he had. Spider was up there, waiting for us, minutes later…or was it really seconds?… we heard the sound of an ambulance as it turned on the corner to get into the parking lot near the alley we found ourselves. Alan was with them and quickly jumped out of the vehicle. Rushing to us, he saw Jekyll and the condition.

--Alan--
GET A STRETCHER!


The rest was a blur to me as I could barely register the notions. Alan talked but I heard no words. He was tall and built, like Jekyll was. His eyes were a dark color, like his skin but he spoke with a slight English accent.

--Nomas--
Where’s the hand? SHILO!

Broken from my blurred thinking, Nomas shook me. Barely able to remember what he had just asked, I turned my head to Madison who stood beside me.

--Shilo--
In the cooler.

--Nomas--
Good. Now, Alan, from what I could tell, it was a clean cut. We need a surgeon right away to-


He stopped for a moment, his face cringing.

--Nomas--
To…reattach…Ah…


He reached out to clutch his arm.

--Spider--
Nomas? Nomas, what is it?

--Nomas--
Nothing. Arm pain, work on Jekyll-

He could barely finish the sentence before he collapsed onto the floor. Alan was there in a second as was I.

--Shilo--
Nomas?!

The other workers that came with the ambulance had just placed Jekyll into the vehicle before rushing to Nomas.

--Nomas--
Forget about me-

--Alan--
Fuck that, he’s having a heart attack.

Heart attack.

The two words could not be any worse or come at a worse time, and once more, I had no idea what to do. Sensing my worry, Spider quickly pushed me away as he fought to get Nomas to his feet, talking to him constantly as they made their way into the ambulance. The next thing I knew, it was pulling out of the parking lot and speeding off. Looking at Madison, I realized Faith was not there. She must have gotten on the ambulance as well, making it rather crowded.

--Shilo--
Go home.


Was all I said as I ran as fast as I could down the sidewalk and across the streets. The hospital was just a few blocks away. I sprinted, running as fast as I could. I didn’t know what Madison had done, but I kept running. Running…running…running…

The road got longer, I heard the laughter in my head. Ryper. His laughter. His insane laughter…it was too much. He was laughing at me and the road was getting longer…

Longer…

Longer…

Longer…


My eyes shot open and my heart beat in my chest, the vision gone. The dream ended. Looking around, my eyes scanned the room. The dark blue of the wallpapers, the carpeted floor. A waiting room the to white and lifeless colors of the hospital hall…

It wasn’t a dream. It was a replay. Fucking replay…


To my left sat Madison, in the same clothes I had dreamed of her. She had followed me and now sat between myself and Faith and Spider. Taking a deep breath, I felt the reality hit me rather hard.

It had all happened. It had been done. Ryper knew I would increase the guards. He knew how to get someone in deliver the package. He knew how to do it. I thought he would target someone linked to me personally and emotionally. Instead, he had targeted the most obvious target. The man that had taken his merchant title. The one man that would be outside the KOS. The one that no one would think needed a guard.

Angrily, I gripped my hair and pulled but said nothing. It had all worked perfectly for Ryper and, by association, Merrick and Valerie. Their message had been sent, and as a topper…

There were two people dying in another room…

Message received…

Promises kept….
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HELLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOO SEPLOPHILIACS AND PHONIES!


Well, you’re expecting me to talk about what occurred at Ammo, aren’t you? How, after fighting for you tooth and claw to give you what you need and make Riding the Lighting, I get conditions and bullshit.

I’m not going to talk about that, ingrates. I’m not going to discuss that just yet. That’s something that is like five or six days away or something like that. And a lot can happen in one night to “change a match”, if you catch my drift. So why waste my time and the entertainment for something that is still in flux? Let’s actually be smart, fools, and understand that such a thing would be pointless. So let’s talk about something that isn’t in flux. That is written in stone. That is going to be something that is going to happen for definite. No conditions and no “what ifs”.

Greg Cherry vs. Shilo Valiant

Underground Champion vs. Rightful SCW Champion

Makes sense. Sounds good on paper. So, a heart greeting to you, Greg Cherry. It’s been what? A year since we last fought? Near that? You remember that date, right? When I single handedly handed you one of the shortest SCW title reigns in SCW history? How have you been this year?

What’s this? I see you have a shiny new belt! Yes, I’m sure you’re going to be all about that. All about FINALLY being the SCW Underground champion. How many times did you botch a match to get that title? Two? Three? Number-one contender matches too…I mean…after months and months of trying to be the SCW Underground champion, you finally did it.

That seems to be the real trait of Greg Cherry. He makes a goal and he’ll fail at it again and again, but eventually, he’ll get lucky and get it…only to lose it a match later. I mean, SCW and the US title are the main examples of that. You lost both in your first title defenses, didn’t you? So…I really should be calling you the former Underground champion, or soon to be former.

Oh come on, Greg, I’m not being nasty. I’m just telling it like it is. You see, I know that there are two kinds of Greg Cherrys. There’s the “I’m going to do whatever it takes to get what I want”. Then there’s the “I got what I want. I don’t have to give a shit anymore.” Cherry.

First Cherry? Wanted to stop me from breaking his US title reign record. He stopped me.
Second Cherry? Had stopped, didn’t need the title anymore. Didn’t care.

First Cherry? Needed the SCW title to get his wife and family back. He won it.
Second Cherry? Had the title, didn’t give a shit about losing it. He had already won it. Didn’t care.

First Cherry? Wanted to become the fourth Supreme Champion of SCW. Fought for months before finally fighting tooth and claw in such a hardcore match that he won, thus becoming the supreme champion.
Second Cherry?


Well, that brings us to now, Greg. See, I’m well aware how you’re going to view this match. Same way you’re going to view your match with Natalie Nichols, aren’t you? Who cares? You already have what you wanted.

Driven, Greg, we both know you can survive brutal attacks and severe beatings. Look at your last match at Retribution. You may have gotten knocked out after that match but you won. There’s no doubt in my mind that you could do great things being THAT Greg Cherry. But that isn’t who I’m facing. You know as well as I do that this match holds nothing for you. It won’t bring you closer to the world championship. It won’t bring you greatness in the underground division. It will just be something that you can put on your record. Something to put on that webpage you like making of yourself, not that we REALLY want to read it or anything. I mean, to say you held the SCW title for a day or a title for a month before losing it in your first defense is hardly impressive.

So yes, Cherry the Second, I’m well aware of the kind of man I will be facing this Breakdown, on the eve of Riding the Lightning. And how fitting it should be on the eve of such a pay-per-view, to show where the two of us are. Look at me, number one contender for the World Title yet again. Unlike Helms and Winters, I am guaranteed a world heavyweight title shot in the VERY near future. I am the main-event superstar I was when we came here the first round. You? You’ve become the filler, Greg.

Not that you care, right? It was what you wanted, right? To just get accolades? Further adding and trying to secure your place into the SCW hall of fame?

Let me ask you, Greg? Do you think, for one year? One month? Hell, for one week, you could do something for these ingrates? That for once, you could try and entertain them and put in all you have into a match, even if you know you’re not going to get anything out of it? Can you? Because, I may be called arrogant and selfish, but what I do, Cherry number two, is entertain them as they need to be. What I do is for them. I GIVE them what they need. I PROVIDE them with classic moments and matches, whether they appreciate me for it or not.

You? It’s always been about you. What does Cherry want? What does Cherry need? Give Cherry this!

On and on it goes with no end in sight. And when you’re not getting what you want, you bore us with these mundane attempts at wrestling and these putrid sightings of you.

Seriously, Cherry, do you even care about the underground title at this point? Or is it worthless to you? Like this match is. Do you even care about the people, fools that they are? Do you even care period?!

No. Of course you don’t. “What Cherry wants”, right?

Well, this Breakdown, this isn’t what Cherry wants. This is what the entertainment wants. And what it wants is to see its chosen one to dismantle an old ghost of his past. To remind the world what happened last time I was in Riding the Lightning and what is in store for them when I DO face Christy Matthews and I DO become the SCW Champion for a third time. That is what they need to see and they shall be entertained like never before.

You saw the storm last year, Cherry, now, on Breakdown, you shall see it forming once again. The storm that I created to win my first SCW heavyweight title. The storm that granted me the greatness that would still be here a year later. And while you’ll yawn and shrug your shoulders…

He he he…

You won’t open your eyes, will you? Not till I am upon you, tearing you apart as I did so long ago. And you, unprepared with not even an umbrella to take on the storm, will be blown away by what I can and will do to you…in a match that you “don’t care about”. Then, when you lose the Underground title to Natalie, and once more are reduced to nothing but a mid-card filler like your other friends in Brotherhood, you’ll once more have me to thank for that. You’ll once more have me to surpass you.

Breakdown. The last before I become SCW champion once more…

This is the part where I begin my repeating of history…and the advancement of the entertainment…

And this is the part where you…just don’t care, right?


NECRO!

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