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Damon Cage vs. Madman Szalinski
Topic Started: Jun 24 2012, 11:16 AM (88 Views)
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SCW PRESENTS; AMMO Featuring:

Damon Cage vs. Madman Szalinski

RP Limit: 3 RP each for singles; 4 per team in tag team, 6 per team in six man tag.
Deadline: Noon EST Thursday, July 5, 2012

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What the hell is happening here? I go from kicking ass and taking names in the CW, to getting my ass handed to me every single time I compete under the SCW banner. I have lost to Joss Morrison. I have lost to Stacy Kissinger, but in my defense that was to get into her pants. Still waiting on that bitch’s response. And then, to top it off, I lose to Andrew Samuel Pugh in a match that was supposed to involved my arch nemesis, Xavier Magnus. Xavier didn’t show up and has been fired, so I was totally un-prepared for Peppy Le Pugh(Pew). He got lucky, and I hope he realizes that. He got me in the middle of a bad week.

I am not sure if it is because I haven’t been laid or done anything sexual for the last few weeks since I agreed to that stupid fucking bet with my cousin, Raymond. Jesus Christ! It is driving me insane. When I was winning, I was getting more ass than a toilet seat. But now, since I allowed my mouth to overload my ass, I have gone to bars and clubs with Raymond, only to refrain from talking to women. I have been a complete douche to every single woman that has tried to talk to me, or shows any sign of interest. I told a blonde to go fuck herself with a dildo wrapped in barbed wire. I told a chick that looked like my ex fiance that her parents should have had an abortion. I even slipped her a hundred to go fuck a bum outside and get some sort of STD.

She took the hundred, called me a prick and left. Still don’t know if she received that transfusion of STD gunk.

I have this asshole named Chris Lawler breathing down my neck, trying to get back into some sort of position in the SCW, like the dude ever had one. I can’t have him thinking I am going to be a push over, because anyone with logic will see that he and I will end up in some sort of match at Rise to Greatness or at least the pre show. Either way, I am going to have to kick his ass and send him on his way back down to the bottom. But before I get the opportunity to do that I get to step into the ring against one half of the Shoot Kings in Madman something another. He is a fucking Pollock apparently with that SKI in his last name. Yes I am racist against Pollocks, fuck you sue me. And I have to beat him. I have to make sure I beat him good. I have to make sure I make a statement here in the SCW that I am not some curtain jerking faggot. I am better than that and I deserve better than Chris Lawler and ASP. When the time comes I will make sure to give ASP a taste of his own medicine, something he is used to, which is defeat.

And Madman will get a dose of that as well this Friday night on Ammo. He wants to give a dose of life to the tag team division again and give it worthy champions. He needs to focus on me and he needs to hope that I don’t ruin his chances and send his partner out to the ring alone, like I am feeding him to a pack of wild wolves for the world to watch as they eat his ass up. Madman can hide behind his mask. I don’t care. I don’t care if he is trying to hide his identity like some sort of superhero. I don’t care if the dude has been called a liar and all of this crap, like everyone says about people in masks. The guy is a wrestler at the end of the day and at the end of the day, he is a wrestler I have to beat. He is a wrestler that I, Damon Cage, am going to beat.


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“So do you like this place?”

Damon Cage looks around at the incredibly cheap restaurant he was in, before looking back at his date, Amber and smiling.

“Oh it’s not a bad place at all.”

First date, and Damon is already lying. He smirks at himself, telling himself that he will more than likely never change. He stands there as the hostess walks up and asks where they would like to sit. Amber looks at Damon, who calmly nods then replies to the hostess, letting her know exactly where he wants to go.

“We will take a seat at the bar.”

Damon doesn’t even look to see if Amber is giving him a look of disgust or anything. He just follows the hostess, eyeing her ass, like he has tunnel vision. Amber isn’t hard on the eyes either, but Damon hasn’t been laid in weeks. His mind is controlled by his cock and it’s all over the place, especially in the dirty gutter.

They take a seat at a table a few feet from the bar and Damon feels at home. He is ready to get himself drunk. Not to mention to get Amber drunk, so he can hopefully take advantage of the situation. He tells himself that Raymond wouldn’t find out. If you are drunk, then you have no control over your actions. Just remember…keep your eye on the prize, Damon and this will be smooth sailing.

Damon met Amber on an internet dating site. He had heard his ex fiance, met her new boy you on it as well. Damon couldn’t help but laugh at the entire situation because he firmly believes internet dating is a sore loser’s way out. If you can’t stay away from the internet to actually go out and meet people, then you suck at life. That’s Damon’s motto. Damon did it as a joke and Amber popped up. He felt she seemed pretty hot and that she would be easy. Or at least that is what Damon hopes.

A bar maiden walks up and she is twice as hot as the hostess. Damon instantly gets a tingle in his penis.

“What can I start you guys off with? We have a few dinner…”

Damon cuts her off.

“I will take a scotch on the rocks…no wait…make that an Incredible Hulk. I am feeling a little ballsy tonight.”

Damon then looks at Amber.

“What will you have? Remember…this is my treat…”

And here comes the look of disgust. Amber just turns away from Damon after the questions leaves his lips, before looking at the bar maiden and replying.

“I don’t drink alcohol.”

The word shit comes to Damon’s mind. He tells himself that this date will not go as well as he had hoped. He didn’t want a relationship which is something Amber clearly wants. Damon almost vomits just thinking about. Settling down. Finding the one. Bullshit he tells himself. Damon then locks eyes with the bar maiden and smirks, before finally speaking, trying to get away from the awkward silence the three of them are sharing at this very moment.

“She will just take…water. Thanks.”

Damon then looks at Amber, who immediately begins to fire away in his direction a verbal montage of anger and sadness.

“Damon, I am not some easy bimbo you can get drunk and take advantage of…”

Damon speaks, smirking, trying to play it off.

“Amber, I would never…”

It doesn’t work as Amber continues, cutting him off.

“I’m not finished. I have self respect.”

Damon thinks to himself… But you do internet dating…that is a move of desperation if you ask me… She continues and Damon decides to actually listen. He tells himself he is going to be here all night, so he might as well make the most of it.

“I am dressed nicely. Not like some slut like you seem to be used to. That isn’t me. If that is what you want, then it is best that we go ahead and go our separate ways right here and now.”

Damon just sits there, kind of taken back by the whole thing, not knowing what to say. Amber looks down, and lets out a sigh, then looks back up and looks deep into Damon’s eyes, which sort of creeps him out a bit, as she speaks again.

“I believe that if you really get to know me, you will like me a lot better than the women you’ve had in your life. I am not a bimbo. I am not a slut. I am not easy. I am not looking to just have sex. I like good conversation and starting off on the right foot. I am not saying we have to rush it, because we don’t know each other yet, but we can at least try and build towards something.”

The bar maiden returns with Damon’s drink. He immediately downs it, hoping it will help him take the edge off. He wipes his top lip dry, before looking back at Amber and sighing as well, before finally responding.

“Amber…”

She looks at him, as he lies.

“I say, let’s try this out. Maybe I will like you. Maybe you will like me. I am not used to the whole online dating thing.”

I think it’s a fucking joke, but who’s keeping track?

“But out of respect for you, I won’t drink anymore. We can even get a table somewhere else if you would like. Let’s see if we can have a good conversation and get to know one another. What do you say?”

Amber looks around, before looking back at him and replying, hesitation in her voice.

“I’d like that, but as long as you’re not lying to me. The truth always comes out. Don’t ever forget that.”

Damon smirks, then puts his hand over his heart and replies.

“Scout’s honor…”

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First off, allow me to get some things off of my chest. Andrew Samuel Pugh, you got lucky. Know that. Let that sink deep into your brain buddy boy. I won’t lie and say that I wasn’t a fan of Jamil McKnight whipping that ass and putting you in your fucking place. I rooted for that nig, which is odd because I root for nobody else but myself. You can talk trash about me on Twitter all you want. That just shows how much balls you really have my friend, so go fuck yourself and have a good night.

Secondly, Chris Lawler…Chris fucking Lawler…I am assuming the general is back from the dead. Well congrats. I would say that I hope your return is a triumphant one, but the fact of the matter is this…you decided to come at me, which is probably the worst fucking mistake you could make. I am not to be messed up, because I do not care for anyone else’s well being other than my own. That will be evident this Friday night on Ammo when I step into the ring with an actual superstar in Madman…something, while you are facing a jobber like STD. That has to make you feel great inside there Chris. The SCW places you against a enhancement talent, while I am facing one of the guys taking this company by storm. Just goes to show you something if you ask me. You probably don’t see it, because you are too busy believing in imaginary beings to focus on the reality around you.

I want you to pay attention when my match is on, Chris. I will watch yours to discover how much you truly suck. But when you watch my match, you will see how a true superstar conducts himself inside of the squared circle. You will see what you are in store for as I do my best to destroy a man who is giving the tag team division quite the resurgence, ending his hopes of becoming SCW Tag Team Champion. Know that when you and I step into the ring against one another, I will destroy your hopes of having a great return. I will destroy your hopes of becoming a champion for another two week reign. Good thing Adam Riddick isn’t around right?

And now…the grand finale…

It’s you and me Madman. You can go there is no denying that. You have heart. You want to give the tag division a much needed dose of life support. But let’s be honest, how long do you think it will last? If Dark Fantasy lose the tag titles, then there will be a glimmer of hope, but you will be a part of the only true tag team. The Glorious Bastards will more than likely disband if they lose at Rise to Greatness, because they clearly want to do their own thing. Well, Adam will probably try to win the tag titles again, seeing how he has been preaching on that since 2009. Memphis wants that Adrenaline Championship so bad he can taste it.

That will leave you and Graham. I am not a real big fan of tag team wrestling, because let’s be honest, it dies out fairly quickly. Dark Fantasy destroyed it. You and Graham are talented guys. You two are so talented that you have brought a fire back to the division, but it will not be saved. What other teams are there? Ask yourself that. The Next Level? They are too busy bitching at one another to actually make a run at the belts. Bad Company? Those guys are more inconsistent than Chad Evans and the Real Speed. Brittany Lohan and Harmony Fisher? If you ask me, and I am sure I am not the only one in the SCW that thinks this…if I am, then the SCW is full of faggots…but I would much rather watch those two go at it full blown lesbian style than see them wrestle.

I know that they beat you two, but hey…shit happens. You are still competing for the prize you want most on the biggest stage of them all. Drink it up, boy.

Instead of putting you in a match against Cade or Adam, or one of the members of Dark Fantasy, they have placed you in the ring against me. Like I said, you’ve taken the SCW by storm…well as a tag team. As a singles competitor, not so much. At least in my eyes. But then again, since I’ve been pulled up to the SCW, neither have I. Well, Madman, I am going to treat this as our one shot at having a true shining and defining moment in the SCW. I am going to fight you tooth, nail and mask to make sure I pull out the win. I need it more than you do, since you still have eyes on you. The only eyes I have on me are Chris Lawler’s. But I have to say that he is sort of my motivation to get better. If I don’t get better then I will lose to him when we do face off.

And if that happens, Madman, then I will need to do the world a favor and just kill myself. I don’t want to do that, so I have to get better. I will be better and I am going to prove it when I step into the ring against you. You want to regenerate the tag division? Fine. But you have to survive a match against me. As I said to Lawler, I care for no one else’s well being but my own. That means I will do all I can to hurt you. I won’t be softening you up for your Rise to Greatness opponents. They can go blow one another. It is possible because I am pretty sure Syren is a fucking man. Maybe I’ll go ask David Helms after I finish kicking your ass all over the ring.

You may think that I am just another cocky pretty boy, but deep down, I am as ugly as you are underneath that stupid mask you wear.

I am sure that hit a soft spot, but who cares? I am not here to be your friend. I am here to hurt you. I am here to make sure I make a name for myself and make an impact. I don’t care who I have to stab in the back or clock in the head with a chair. I will shatter your ankle. I will pull a Bane and treat you like Batman by breaking your damn back. I could do anything I wanted to you and not care. You see, you…you Madman, have everything seemingly going for you. Me…I don’t. I am still trying to stay away from the C show. But I have to go back to it for my next match against some new fuck coming into town. This pisses me off even more man. I have come to the conclusion, Madman that I am a guy with nothing to lose.

I can leave the SCW today and not give two shits of a fuck. I can buy out this company if I wanted to. But what I am going to do is hurt you in case you haven’t gotten that message loud and clear. I am going to hurt you. I will show you how much of a madman that I am and I don’t have to be ashamed enough to wear a mask. You are a wrestler and so am I. This is the business we are in. The business of pain. Two of us are going into the ring and one of us will walk out the winner. I am promising you right now that I am going to do my best to cripple you, to prevent you from competing at Rise to Greatness. If you get hurt then maybe I will get a bigger spot on the card. I can elevate my status as well as Chris Lawler’s which is harder to do than you think.

I hope you come ready, Shoot King, because I am calling your bluff. I believe you are shooting blanks. Prove me wrong, Madman. I double dog dare ya!
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“Thank you for a wonderful evening, Damon. I am sorry that I snapped earlier. I am just tired of meeting douche bags.”

Damon and Amber stand outside of her door, and she stares at him, talking to him, her words actually reaching into his soul. Damon smirks, as she finishes her statement, trying to stay Damon fucking Cage.

“It’s totally alright. You put me in my place. I have to be honest…I deserved it.”

Did I really just say that?

Amber smiles, then replies.

“Well, thank you again. I hope we can get together again.”

Damon smiles, feeling uneasy.

“I hope so too.”

She opens her door, then goes to step inside, before turning and kissing Damon really quick on the lips, before slipping inside and closing the door behind her. Damon stands there, shocked in a way. Not knowing what to say or think. He shakes his head as he heads towards his car, telling himself that he is in trouble.

That he may like Amber after all…

…TBC…

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No silly intro this time, just a real shoot.

I just scrambled for the past 90 minutes writing and coding this entire promo THINKING deadline was 5PM EST. I haven't even been at a computer in the past two days to even start on it...I just found out when I came to post what I scrambled to get up before deadline that deadline was noon.

*insert FUUUUUUUCK graphic here*

This obviously won't count, but I'm posting it away because I thought it was a half decent promo judging by my standards, I didn't want it to go to waste, and I guess I just don't give a fuck. God, that's ironic...(read my promo to get it.)

Just click the damn link. God, I'm a fucking idiot.
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