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SCW World Championship Contendership Tournament
Topic Started: Aug 9 2012, 05:54 PM (483 Views)
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Single night tournament to crown new number one contender to the SCW World Championship
Winner receives shot at Apocalypse 2012
All matches will count to every match


The brackets are as follows:
Lucas Knight

Jake Starr

Syren

Katie Steward

David Helms

Brittany Lohan

Thorn

Shaun Cruze

2 RP Limit
Deadline: Noon EST Wednesday, August 15, 2012 (NOTE THIS DEADLINE: Also, no extensions will be granted in order to allow me to have a chance to post on Wednesday.)

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OOC: Here's #1 of hopefully 2. Start of a brand new storyline, so hopefully it comes across well. It turned out a bit longer than I'd expected, but hopefully that doesn't take anything away from the overall story. Really enjoyed writing this one, it just seemed to flow rather than being a real pain in the ass like some of my recent rp's have been lol. Anywho, #2 will probably be up some time Wednesday morning before I head to work. Enjoy :)

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1/Hopefully 2

OOC: Enjoyed writing this one, and ironically as Wasley said about his own, my rp also flowed nicely rather than feeling forced. Got myself a brand new arc coming up too but not forgetting about current ones too of course. Taken a different angle to the shoot than what I normally do so hope ya'll enjoy it. My second should I have time will also be up Wednesday. Good luck and enjoy :D

One More Shot: Part One
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"A Decision Is Made" - SCW RP #170
Opponent: Who Knows?!
Date: 08.13.12

OOC Note: I have CD lined up for a second, and I hope I can come up with a good promo to go for a second as well.

This is the edit--> OOC Note 2: Ok so I completely missed the part where the brackets are lined up, and I apologize for that. If it screws me, I guess it's too late to remedy it. :/
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OOC: Took the plunge and tried my hand at an rp that incorporated my match relevance into the development so to speak and quite pleased with how it turned out. Once again good luck all and enjoy

One More Shot: Part Two
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OOC: Phew, finally finished! Got the scene down last night before bed, and I've been writing the shoot all today, with about 20 minutes to spare before I have to get ready for work haha. Scene takes place a day after the events of my first and Zoe 'Syren' Sperling appears with permission. Well folks, it's been a fucking blast! Good luck to whoever wins this thing, it should be interesting. Enjoy :)

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Authors Note: Ok here it is. Just want to say it is an honor really to be considered to be part of this tournament. I never saw myself in this position honestly. Being part of this thing is humbling. The narrative will take care of any timeline issues I usually run over in my authors notes. I'd say good luck... I think I'm the one who need the luck this time. :lol: May the best person win. With this said, follow me into The Foxx Hole.

Foxx Hole:

Rise to Greatness worked out perfectly for “The Final Solution of Professional Wrestling,” Brittany Lohan got her dream match and delivered against The Suicide Queen. She had the time of her life, the physicality, the adrenaline rush, the roaring of the crowd, everything was picture perfect. Almost. When the adrenaline died down everything returned to normal. Brittany started contemplating the one thought that comes to everyone when there dream dies... what's next? She didn't give her future post Rise to Greatness any thought. The Underground Championship was out the question. She had no real interest pursuing the other singles championships. The fight is what mattered most to Lohan. Winning is the icing on the cake. But could anything equal the euphoric high she experienced when she and the Suicide Queen made every fan in the arena take notice of them?

The worst part about having no wrestling match for the foreseeable future was having time to think. She couldn't purge the images of Harmony Fisher dropping her trench coat for Tommy to marvel at her picture perfect body. And the worst part about allowing her frustration linger was not being able to take it out on the man she hates more then life itself. It was more then that. Lohan was starting to believe Harmony Fisher wasn't the standard of perfection she thought she was. Feelings always blind people to the reality standing in front of them. If Harmony was delusional enough to sacrifice her pride knowing the last time she tried a stunt like that Tommy cursed her out his own home, was Ms. Fisher the one Lohan wanted to build a life with? If it isn't Tommy Valentine it is Sophie James. If not Sophie James it's someone else... the constant battle for her attention was growing ever more tiresome.

Rachel she was different. She gave Brittany the attention she initially wished from Harmony. Grant it, it took two years for the Suicide Queen to show Brittany the feintess of attention. After all the times Brittany called her out, to the time Brittany assaulted Rachel during a post match beat down of Alex Junior she orchestrated with then partner Natalie Nichols, having a whole month of The Suicide Queen's attention was just what Brittany needed to forget she lost the Underground Championship for a second time.

Brittany flew back to San Diego once the pay per view concluded. She slept straight through the flight. She was exhausted from the entire Rise to Greatness experience. Celebrity Golf turned out to be more fun then she could possibly imagine. For the first time she actually sat at a table to sign autographs with a smile on her face. A forced smile. By the jubilant expressions on the little kids faces they didn't care whether Brittany's smile was authentic or not, receiving an autograph from one of there favorite wrestlers was a treat. Next thing you know Brittany will be making wishes. Don't hold your breathe.

Brittany spent her first two days home refusing to do anything. She accepted no phone calls. She watched more television in two days then she had in the last two years, anything to purge herself out of her own head. She hated living inside her own head, it sucked she couldn't hop on a plane to North Carolina to jam the sharp end of a screw driver into the heart of Tommy Valentine. She could. She wouldn't regret it. Then the thought dawned on her she couldn't dominate the wrestling world from prison. Bummer.

Dawn Lohan knocked relentlessly on the door. Brittany didn't bother answering. She continued looking at her empty queen size bed fantasizing what it would be like, for once, if she woke up next to someone special. She never phantomed she'd reach the stage in her life where the only thing that didn't occupy her mind wasn't homicidal thoughts. In that sense Harmony did change everything for her. Her thought process was broken up by Dawn's continued knocking. She looked over her shoulder briefly. Yet her attention is drawn back to her partner less bed.

Dawn Lohan: I fixed your favorite, strawberry pancakes with whip cream. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Yum!

Tired of waiting on the outside Dawn Lohan pushed open the door, it wasn't until she walked in front of Brittany with the plate of pancakes did she knowledge Dawn's presence. She stared at the piping hot pancakes Dawn was kind enough to prepare for her. Dawn presented Brittany her food, she motioned to Dawn to place the pancakes on the dresser drawer. With the plate set on the drawer, Dawn sat down at the head of the bed. Picking up quickly on Brittany's mood she asked.

Dawn Lohan: What's wrong? Talk to me.

B-Lo: I need to be alone.

Dawn shook her head with an ingrained sense of purpose.

Dawn Lohan: You've been alone long enough. I tried respecting your wishes, I really have, but you're going to talk to me. Somethings bothering you. I need to know what.

Brittany sighed.

B-Lo: I will get through this on my own.

Dawn Lohan: Not this time. Talk to me. Whatever it is, I can handle it. You're hurting. Let me know what the problem is.

B-Lo: Dawnie I'm tired. So so tired.

Brittany shot to her feet. She walked over to the bed contemplating whether to tell her own sister what was really bothering her. She's supposed to be the rock who held Dawnie together when she was going through her bouts of emotional instability, sharing her current plight shatters the balance of power between them. Then it dawned on her... “I feel safe around her. She is not going to take advantage of my feelings.” Staring at the empty bed once more, Brittany sighed, prepared now to expose her inner most secret with somebody who wasn't a paid clinician..

B-Lo: Every night I come home to an empty room. Most nights I don't care.. on the nights I do, I rush to the first bar seeking the first random slut to pass by the time. The one night stand lifestyle is boring. I need a shot at a real relationship like everyone else. Never thought I'd hear myself say that.

Brittany chuckled.

B-Lo: Looks like I'm not the monster I thought I was.

Brittany felt Dawn's hand clasp hers. The entire time she was talking she didn't notice Dawn taking a position by her side. Brittany shifted her attention from the bed to gazing directly into her sister's lime green eyes. The smile on Dawn's face reaffirmed to her she made the right decision to bare her soul.

Dawn Lohan: I'm so glad to hear you say that.

B-Lo: That I'm not a monster?

Dawn Lohan: God didn't put us on this Earth to be alone. It's great you're one of the greatest in ring competitors to lace a pair of wrestling boots. I'm not saying because you're my sister. I'm saying that because it's the damn truth. You're great at what you do, but, if you dedicate your life to one area while at the same time ignoring the other areas of your life, you'll become miserable.

Brittany's right eyebrow arched up, surprised by the wisdom that poured out of Dawn's mouth. She was so used to giving her sister such sage advice it hardly dawned on her Dawn possessed knowledge beyond her twenty years on the planet.

B-Lo: When did you become smart?

Dawn Lohan: Self help books?

B-Lo: Had to be. You didn't learn that from me.

Dawn let go of her sister's hand. She sat down on her sister's bed. Lingering into Brittany's cold calculating eyes, she said.

Dawn Lohan: You taught me how to be brave. I would had never told Blake how I felt about him if it wasn't for you. Now you need to follow your own advice. Tell Harmony Fisher how you feel.

Brittany's head swayed violently from side to side.

B-Lo: I'm not going to.

Dawn Lohan: The worst that can hap...

Brittany lashed out just as Dawn tried to complete her thought.

B-Lo: She's not perfect, Dawnie.

Dawn Lohan: Well, no one is.

B-Lo: You don't get it.

Dawn Lohan: Help me understand.

Brittany ran her hands through her thick blonde hair. She felt like she was in a tough spot, Dawn is no stranger to the antics Brittany usually involves herself in, the idea of telling Dawn she went on a cross country trip to find out her best friend presented herself in near full bloom to the man she hates more then life itself, she wanted to spare Dawn that intimate detail. Sighing she turned her back to her sister, looking at the ceiling for a way to make Dawn understand the plight she found herself in, like a bolt of lightning the idea struck her. She spun back around with Dawn waiting on baited breathe for her sister's response.

B-Lo: There's no future for me and her no matter how bad I may want it. Unless she gives up the one nuance standing between us and a life together, there's no future for us. It makes me sick she is completely powerless to that dirt bag. I can't tolerate weakness.

Dawn Lohan: It's not weak to be in love.

Brittany rolls her eyes.

B-Lo: Don't defend her.

Dawn Lohan: Give her time.

Brittany grabbed her leather jacket hanging from her Lazy Boy chair, she slipped it on and marched towards the door.

B-Lo: No!

Dawn Lohan: Where are you going?

Brittany's hand rest firmly on the doorknob, she doesn't bother turning her back to meet her sister's loving gaze. Closing her eyes she ran through her mind what she wanted to do one last time. Feeling confident she was making the right decision a warm smirk overcame her face.

B-Lo: What I should've done two years ago.

And with that Brittany Lohan stormed out of her bedroom.

Brittany remembered why she came to Supreme Championship Wrestling in the first place. The world knew of her desire to become the Underground Champion as a matter of solidifying her five year reputation as one of the most dangerous women in the world of professional wrestling. The world knew she wanted to fight Rachel Foxx. What the world wasn't privy to was her third overwhelming desire, and perhaps, first desire, to become one with The Suicide Queen. In her eyes Rachel is a perfect marriage of beauty and ruthlessness, while Brittany showcased a front to the world she wanted to appear somewhat normal, Rachel didn't care, as evidenced by her recent “turn for the worse.” Becoming The Suicide Queen again reassured Brittany that Rachel was the one for her. Now the cross country stalking episode didn't seem like a bad idea after all.

Pick pocketing into Rachel's mansion was easy, almost to easy from Lohan's personal experience. A woman as rich as Foxx should have the best state of the art security system money could buy. It should have bothered Lohan the ease it took to waltz into Rachel's front door, when she caught a glimpse at the inside of her massive mansion... the beauty, the eloquence and the style assaulted Brittany's eyes. Carefully shutting the door behind her she wasted no time taking a quick mini tour through Rachel's estate. Every room she walked into seemed was bigger then the next.

In no time soon Brittany reached Rachel's bedroom. She stood in the doorway, she wanted to soak in the environment 'The Suicide Queen' spent many a night. To Lohan's left she caught a glimpse of a flat screen television. She was tempted to turn to television on to watch the last channel Rachel looked at. Doing so made logical sense to her, something as simple as what a person watches can give you valuable information about the person. She opted not to. Walking into the room she noticed several replica championships Rachel won over the years hung up on her wall. The 24/7 Championship, replica's of the World Tag Team, Underground, Women's and United States Championships adorned the wall. What caught Lohan by surprise was the simple nature of her room. For a woman of great wealth she noticed Rachel didn't go to any real length to flaunt her wealth. That was a running theme she picked up on during her mini tour, Rachel's simplicity. Brittany walked over to Rachel's closet, there she was bombarded by an array of clothes. Before Brittany could delve into the mountain of clothes owned by Rachel... she heard the woman herself clear her throat. Brittany smirked.

Rachel Foxx: Ahem.

Brittany spun around to formally greet Rachel Foxx, by the expression on Foxx's face she didn't appear agitated that Brittany took the liberty of breaking into her mansion.

Rachel Foxx: Took you long enough.

Brittany cocked her head to the side.

B-Lo: You were expecting me?

Rachel nodded.

Rachel Foxx: Like a moth to a flame.

Brittany made her way to Rachel Foxx's king size bed. She took a seat yoga style on her bed, she refused to take her predatory eyes off The Suicide Queen. Knowing her and Rachel shared more commonalities then differences, she had an inkling Rachel wouldn't allow her facial expression to tell Lohan a story she could easily read. Just like there one up man ship leading into Rise to Greatness, she had a suspicious feeling this current situation was another step in the game they were playing with each other. Of course it was easy to break in it soon dawned on Lohan. She nodded at Rachel. Rachel nodded back. That's all Brittany was willing to concede... for now.

B-Lo: Is it true? Am I a disappointment to you?

Rachel Foxx: So you did listen.

B-Lo: I've always hung off every word you said, Rachel. You are one of the few people on this planet I'm vulnerable too. Don't act surprised. You already knew that.

Rachel Foxx: Your little plaything Harmony Fisher is a parasite. She is like Alex Junior was to me... a weakness who will over time drag you down into the pits of mediocrity. Don't let the roll you think you're on blind you to the truth. Open your eyes. The day will come when you become a shell of the woman you were meant to evolve into because of her.

B-Lo: Harmony is no...

She wanted to defend her best friend, she desperately wanted to tell Rachel to shove her opinion about the former Underground Champion up her ass, reflecting back to her night in North Carolina, in that moment, she was starting to consider the validity of Rachel's words. Ms. Foxx left the doorway, made her way towards her bed, and took a seat next to Lohan. She was still looking for a sign from Rachel's facial expression that she cared. The Suicide Queen held on to her iron clad face.

B-Lo: She isn't my entire world.

Rachel Foxx: If that were true why did you make a sad attempt to get back at me by using Alex?

B-Lo: Circumstances change. Information came to light recently that has forced me to reevaluate how I currently feel about her. I made Harmony out to be somebody she is not... that's not her fault... it's mines. I thought she could become the woman I wanted her to be... I was wrong. She is who she is. I'm beginning to accept that now.

Brittany grabbed Rachel's hand.

B-Lo: But you... you have never let me down. We're kindred spirits. I want to stand by your side. I want to rule the world with you. I want to be with you. My sister was right, we weren't meant to be alone. Deny that all you want. Pretend to be an iron maiden, we were not destined to exist without other people. As much as we may hate them. As much as we can't stand the weakness that exist around us, everyone needs somebody. We need each other.

She waited for a sign, any sign of how Rachel would going to react, a facial tick. A smirk. Something. She received nothing. Rachel jerked her hand back. She shook her head.

Rachel Foxx: No we don't, Lohan. I don't need you. With or without you I'm going to rule the world. You're still weak, you refuse to let go of the chains that tie you down to the mortal world. The day you finally decide the let go, you'll be free. Until that day comes I don't need someone who hears the words yet refuses the embrace the music.

Frustrated with Rachel's expert chess play, she rolled her eyes.

B-Lo: You don't need me? Bullshit? You need me as much as I need you. This is my life, Rachel! Call me when you're done playing games!

Brittany slid off Rachel's bed, without looking back she stormed out of Rachel's room, making her way down the stairs Brittany stopped mid way. She calmed herself down. Did she really want to leave things with Rachel where they currently stood? She didn't come all this way to back down. She had a feeling Rachel was still playing the game. Whether she was right in her assessment she was confident in one thing, Rachel was as drawn to her as she was to Rachel. Why else would Rachel go out of her way to expose Brittany's perceived weakness. Brittany reached into her pocket, whipped out her cellphone, she scrolled through her contact list. Hitting the green phone icon on Dawn Lohan's highlighted number it didn't take Lohan long to reach her sister.

B-Lo: Dawnie. Don't wait up.

Brittany ended the call, turned around, and walked back upstairs to Rachel's room. She was going to wake up next to Rachel in the morning if that was the last thing she ever did. And she did.



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The Evilution of Brittany Lohan.


The scene opens inside a hotel room with Brittany Lohan sitting at the head of a King sized bed. Resting on her lap is what we can safely assume is an exact replica of the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. Her predatory eyes are fixated on the replica as if it was the real thing. Grabbing the leather strap she flings the replica title off screen. Her predatory eyes soon latch onto the camera. She isn't smiling. She's cold. Serious. Deadly, serious.


I'm not going to lie to you. Unlike some of the people in this tournament, I didn't become a wrestler with the intention of becoming Heavyweight Champion. For five years I have listened to the same tired cliché, “If you're not in this business to be the best. If you're not in the business to become Heavyweight Champion you don't deserve to be here.” I've never subscribed to that philosophy. I never understood, and I still don't, what is the fascination with becoming Heavyweight Champion? Is it the attention? It is the money? Is it the power you gain from wearing a shiny gold title? Why do so many lost souls sacrifice their friendship, their family and the love of the crowd to become the alleged face of the company.

In the two years I've been here I've watched Tommy Valentine sink into the depths of depression after losing it. I've watched David Helms complain about like he didn't deserve the two chances he had to challenge for the title. I've seen the Heavyweight Championship slice through The Brotherhoods bond like a knife. I saw one man become incredibly greedy by using a contract he won last year at Rise to Greatness to challenge for the Heavyweight title when he wasn't ready. And I saw one man forfeit the championship and take a leave of absence that altered his entire career. The Heavyweight Championship has the power to destroy lives. Yet these same wrestlers put their souls on the line to win the “Holy Grail” of professional wrestling.


Lohan rolls her in disgust.

I don't understand the appeal of becoming Heavyweight Champion. That doesn't change the facts.. with the Heavyweight Championship comes power. That power interest me. I can see it now. What if I become the new SCW Heavyweight Champion at Apocalypse? I'm guaranteed to have the likes of Katie Steward left with no choice but to chase me. Katie wants to become Heavyweight Champion so bad. I salivate at the possibility she'll need to go through me. I could use her desire to become Champion against her. She would become my puppet on my metaphorical string. Weak minded people like her and Jake Starr need to be eliminated from this company. And if it takes me using the Heavyweight title as a means to an end to that goal. So be it. I will not allow the title to use me. I'll use the title for the betterment of Supreme Championship Wrestling.

The main event scene is in desperate need of evolution. The weak minded who view themselves as the end all be all of this company will disagree. They refuse to remove there heads from there own asses. They fail to acknowledge the decadence this companies main event scene is in. That's where I come in. Since they refuse to remove themselves from the picture willingly, it is up to me to become their final solution. Much like I removed Greg Cherry from the Underground Division, I will use that same single minded focus to set the chains in motion for a better tomorrow. There's no use reasoning with the weak minded. I understand now. Ultra violence is the answer. I... am the answer. And anyone who stands in the way shall fall... before ME.


Lohan smirks.

The World Title shot doesn’t have to represent the carrot on a end of the string in order for me to give it my all. Competing in three matches in one night excites me. Only a real fighter can appreciate the trials and tribulations that come from seeing if you can outlast an entire tournament of competitors. As much as I love tournaments I've never won one. I came close to winning the Women's Contender's tournament. I made it to the semi-finals of the Heavyweight Championship tournament last year. Both God of Wrestling tournaments I didn't do to well in. Setbacks like that would derail the weak minded individual. Not me. When The Board of Directors gave me my spot in this tournament it excited me. I didn't think “Wow, I'm main eventing Apocalypse.” The very first thought that rattled around in my mind was “Yes. Another tournament. I have another opportunity to win my first one.” More then the other tournaments this one consist of the very best SCW has to offer.

I've always fancied myself as SCW's “One Woman Army.” There's no woman in this tournament with my mammoth strength. My undeniable size, my iron will. And the willingness to get the job done at any cost. I don't need an entire Brat Pack to get the job done. I don't need an entire compliment of managers surrounding me to get the job done. What better way to cement my status as SCW's tried and true war machine then beating David Helms, Tommy Valentine/Cruze and whoever comes out of Bracket A. Winning this tournament is a game changer for me. No one needs to win this tournament more then me.


Lohan points to herself.

Do you comprehend the challenge that lies ahead of you now, Helms? For your sake I hope you do. You're not one of the weak minded I spoke about. You're like me, someone who loves competition. Our methods to achieve our desired outcomes are as different as night and day. Regardless of our methods we thrive on being challenged. If you're half the competitor your best friend Tommy was when we competed in our series of matches in the underground division, our first round match will serve as an example to the weak minded what this business is truly about. The purity of competition. Accepting new challenges. Pushing oneself to “The Next Level.” Pun intended.

You're standing in my way. Doesn't matter how much I may or may not respect you. You are a victim who must fall to my knees in order for me to become the last person standing. I will cross any line, exceed all boundaries. I'm not above sinking to the lowest of lows to come out on top. The future of Supreme Championship Wrestling is at stake here. The main event needs to be purged of any and all weakness. So if that means taking away your hopes of earning a Heavyweight title shot the right way... it shall be done. And there's nothing you can do to stop me.


Lohan wags her finger.

Jake Starr. Lucas Knight. Syren. Katie Steward. David Helms. Tommy Valentine. Shaun Cruze... it's time. Time to get on your knees and pray.

Expect two things.

Number one, a Brittany Lohan who is geared and ready for war.

And number two. Expect no mercy from me.


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.:: The times are getting beginning to normal up for Jake Starr, even as things begin to enter, what could be, the most stressful time Jake has ever encountered in his entire life. But, before normalcy can be an everyday event for Jake, he's going to have to go through the hell that he has been dreading for some time...

The mediation...

The event of facing Ron face to face, for the first time is something that has him far more stressed than when he came face to face with Alice. When he came face to face with Alice, he toyed with the possibility that he might have a lot of animosity toward Alice. He also toyed with the idea that he could simply want to get things off of his chest, and move on. He didn't know how he would react. He didn't know if he'd be completely angry or not.

Once everything was said and done, he realized that meeting with Alice brought things to a newer and better light. All parties were able to speak their mind, be sociable, and not feel the need to make things personal. It was an event that, to some members of Jake's family, really broke the ice from how things were before. Jake was able to agree to allow Alice to slowly reintegrate with their family. Jake did it because he truly felt that it would be the best thing for everyone, including him. He was able to look at things, and truly not have Ron cause him to be biased toward his family, or Alice.

Now, though, those emotions, and possibilities of having a cordial conversation with Ron are all but impossible. Jake knows, for a fact, that he'll want to lay into Ron, and the possibility that he could explode is a definite likelihood. It's something that Jake has not looked forward to, because if he could have his way, he'd never see or deal with Ron ever again. He feels that, by agreeing to this mediation, Ron is getting his chance to try and continue to ruin Jake, and ruin his family life.

It's something Jake does not want to happen, or for Ron to have the feeling he can do.

As Jake and his lawyer have done all of their due diligence in order to prepare for this upcoming battle, and they've done their homework. They know what ideas Ron will try and bring to the table, and they have prepared their counter-arguments as well. It's something that has Jake's lawyer, J. Philip Brown, feels has them at a distinct advantage against Ron. He knows Ron doesn't know what they have in store for him, and it's that fact that continues to give him the belief that things will turn out in their favor.

Inside the building, where the mediation session will take place, Jake and his lawyer both stand in one of the designated "waiting rooms." They are awaiting the "word" to enter into the specific room where the mediation will occur. As Mr. Brown goes through his files on the case, and his notes as well, Jake paces back and forth at an extremely high rate of speed. It's a movement that shows how nervous he truly is. Mr. Brown looks up at Jake, and sees him run his hands through his hair, then quickly down to his side, with an audible sigh. ::.

J. Philip Brown: You know Jake, you really need to calm down. Pacing around the room and sighing aren't going to speed things up anymore than they already are going. Time only goes so fast, and you can't change it.

Jake Starr: You know, I am calm. I'm very calm. Why wouldn't I be calm?

.:: The lawyer smirks, hearing the nerves coming through, even in Jake's vocalness as well. ::.

J. Philip Brown: Jake, it's obvious you're not calm. Honestly, it makes total sense for you to be nervous, as well. You're going to go in there and confront Ron, face to face, for the first time since this all happened. It's only natural for someone to be uneasy, with that type of pressure on them.

.:: Jake continues his back and forth pacing. ::.

Jake Starr: I'm not uneasy. I'm more amped up than anything.

.:: As Jake passes by the lawyer, the lawyer quickly walks behind Jake, into his path. As Jake turns around, he almost runs directly into his lawyer, not knowing his path has been impeded. He quickly freezes, stopping with a look of shock in his face.

The lawyer stares at Jake, right in the eyes. Mr. Brown shows that he isn't intimidated by his client, and doesn't budge, even though Jake hulks over him. ::.

J. Philip Brown: Jake, I'm going to be blunt with you. You MUST control your emotions. This isn't a time where it's ok to be amped up, even in the slightest. You must be 100% calm, collected and composed. If you're not, it'll look absolutely TERRIBLE on YOU. It's is YOUR job to look like the "bigger person" in there. If you look just as wild as Ron does, or even worse, then he could have a better chance at getting some kind of ruling in his favor.

.:: Jake feels the tension in his neck build. ::.

Jake Starr: How am I NOT supposed to have any emotion running through my veins?

J. Philip Brown: You're welcome to have the emotions coursing through your veins, but the probably is, you cannot show it at all. You have to contain that emotion. You cannot lash out at Ron, no matter how much you would want to. You also cannot chime in when it's not your turn, either. You cannot try and contradict him until he's done ranting. You have to let him just go...

.:: Jake can feel his lip begin to twitch, and he can begin to feel himself showing an obvious sense of animosity at the mere thought of allowing Ron the right to even speak. ::.

Jake Starr: Why in the hell should I even give Ron the chance to spread his lies? Why shouldn't I immediately shut him up, and explain where he has gone completely overboard? I mean, I'm not just going to sit there and let someone lambaste me, and tell a whole bunch of lies to someone who could have an impact on my family! Seriously, I...

.:: Jake is immediately cut off from his rant, by his lawyer. ::.

J. Philip Brown: Jake! Stop... Shut up! You cannot go into this thing with that mentality. This is EXACTLY how Ron wants you to be. Ron has hedged his entire bet on you overreacting, thus proving his point. Ron is wanting and NEEDING you to be completely emotionally defiant, rather than emotionally stable. By being like this, and going into that room with this fire, you're playing right into Ron's hands.

.:: Jake runs his hands behind his neck, rubbing it, hoping to try and relieve some of the tension going through his entire body. Seeing this display from Jake, Mr. Brown reaches up and puts his hand on his client's shoulder. ::.

J. Philip Brown: Jake, it's time to relax. Seriously... Take a deep breath, and try to calm down.

.:: Jake slowly closes his eyes, and freezes in place. He inhales a deep breath, and holds it in. After feeling a couple of palpitations of his heart, he slowly exhales, executing a relaxation technique taught to him by his therapist, during his sessions with the psychologist.

Jake's lawyer slowly nods, appreciating Jake's attempt to calm down. ::.

J. Philip Brown: That's good. That's very good. I want you to simply try to relax, and continually tell yourself that you need to stay calm. Ron wants it to be all about you, and your inability to be the father that he thinks you should be. If you go in there and turn the tables on him, it could end up setting him off, and force him to play a completely different hand. It's something he will not be prepared to do. He won't be ready to fight this and argue this like it's a real case. Ron FULLY expects you to lose control.

Jake Starr: So what am I supposed to do, then?

J. Philip Brown: Jake, you need to go in there and turn the tables on Ron. The minute that Ron starts to go for the jugular, and you know he will, simply sit there and let him. Let him throw every shot he wants, and just sit back and take it. No matter how angry you get, no matter how much it hurts, you just sit there and accept it. When it's your turn to talk, then simply destroy his arguments one by one with facts. Do it in a completely calm and concise manner. If I know people like Ron, this will piss him off, and he'll end up lashing out in some way...

.:: Jake gulps down some of the saliva, that has nervously accumulated in his mouth. ::.

J. Philip Brown: ... Jake, you can completely flip the script on Ron, and turn him into the monster.

Jake Starr: So will all of this end the pain?

J. Philip Brown: The pain will all go away, once Ron shows his true colors. Think about it, how will it look when Ron comes in there, presents his case, expects one reaction but gets another, then he tries harder and harder to be more and more hateful and evil, and then realizes NOTHING is going to phase you?

.:: Jake shrugs slightly. ::.

J. Philip Brown: ... Ron will realize that everything he had hoped for will have failed. That moment will be where Ron will have a serious decision to make. He'll have to decide whether to continue to appear desperate with his accusations, or allow the frustration to overcome him, and lash out. If he does that, then the game will have completely changed. At that point, YOU will hold every single card in the deck. That's when you will be able to fully fight back, and throw everything he's done to you onto the table.

.:: Jake nods, looks down, and takes another deep breath. He then looks back up, and looks his lawyer in the eye. ::.

Jake Starr: So... Is this how everything is really going to go down?

.:: The lawyer then sighs. ::.

J. Philip Brown: You know, Jake, I wish I could say it was a definite guarantee. I'll be honest and say that I could be completely wrong, here. Ron could go in there and say something that completely blindsides us, and hits a nerve with you that causes you to really fly off of the handle. Hell, Ron could go in there, and literally act like a crazy person, leaving our toughest challenge being to not laugh directly in his face. The other possibility is that Ron goes in there, slants the truth so much and so believably, that you lose, and the case is referred to a judge to actually preside over.

Truthfully, nothing is a guarantee. If it was, life would be so much easier...

.:: Jake slowly nods, and looks back down at the floor. ::.

J. Philip Brown: ... Jake, we both have to have faith about this. We have to stand firm against Ron. We have to believe that our case is strong enough that, even if he goes out there and throws us a curveball, we will be able to counter it. And...

.:: Before Mr. Brown can continue, there is a knocking at the door. Jake and Mr. Brown both look up and over toward the door, and see one of the representatives of the mediation team poking their head inside. ::.

Representative: Mr. Brown, Mr. Starr, we're ready for you both, now.

.:: With that brief statement, the representative immediately leaves, closing the door behind him. As the door latches, both Jake and his lawyer sigh. Mr. Brown looks up at Jake, who slowly looks up at him as well. ::.

J. Philip Brown: Well... It's time...

.:: Jake takes another gulp of his own saliva. ::.

Jake Starr: Alright...

.:: With those last words to his lawyer, the two begin to make their way toward the door to leave. The lawyer leads the way, and a nervous Jake Starr follows him out the door, and down the hallway toward the meeting room, where this session will take place. Both men are mentally hoping for the best, but know that this could be a very unpredictable event.

In Jake's mind, he must battle himself as much as Ron in this situation. He must control his emotions, and know that ultimately it'll be the right move to fight Ron. He also can take solace in the fact that once this is done, it could be the true "light at the end of the tunnel" that he has been looking forward to for some time. If it does, ultimately, mark the end of this sad drama in his life, it will be a weight off of his shoulders, and allow him to finally move forward with his life. ::.


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Jake Starr: Leave it to me to apparently overlook something that is seemingly staring me directly in the face. Seriously... I am one of those kings of missing something obvious, and subsequently looking like a complete and utter boob... And let me say that today, right now, this minute, is one of those moments. You see, up until this very moment, I thought that the whole tournament for Breakdown was going to be a surprise. I thought it was one of those events where we truly had no idea who we would be facing first, but apparently, that's not the case. Not in the least.

See, I was so overzealous to get to work shit talking everyone, making my statement toward my opponents, and bragging about being a champion again, that I missed the fact that, much like the God of Wrestling Tournament, my path is actually right there in front of me. It's all there for me to see, and for me to plan for, and I must say, I have one shitty path to the top. But before I get into my path, and get into what I am going to have to do in order to win the World Championship, I just want to say that whoever did these brackets really did so with some major animosity toward me.

More so, they seemingly gave me the "last spot" in, which really has me wondering if they realize everything I have done lately.

Confused?

Let me explain!

.:: Jake goes through an over-exaggerated clearing of his throat. He then puts on a pair of "old man" glasses, along with a graduation cap and gown. His goal is to look more professorial, and intelligent. After assuming his "teacherly" look, he begins his "lecture." ::.

In the study of "Bracketology" the team, the guy, the girl, the whatever at the top of the chart is considered the "Number One Seed." They're the person who is considered the "odds on favorite," to win the entire thing. From there, the second "favorite" is actually placed at the opposite end of the bracket, so that the ideal scenario would give the top and bottom seeds the most favorable paths to the finals, ultimately to face off against one another. From there, they make the bracket "balanced" by setting up the following matchups, using an 8 man field, like Breakdown...

1 versus 8

4 versus 5

3 versus 6

2 versus 7

That's just how brackets normally look. It's that ideal manner where that top seed would theoretically have the easiest path, the whole way. It also makes the hardest path for that last seed to win, as well. Truthfully, it's an idea that I am a big fan of, overall. When you look at the NHL Playoffs, NBA Playoffs, March Madness, tournaments like that, you see a really fair breakdown of teams, and ultimately you get the opportunity to see a real fair representation of how the season ended, and how teams faired. The teams with better records get those hire seeds. Those teams who are ranked higher in the standings, generally get those "better paths."

It's a concept that rewards those who have been more successful. It makes sense, too. The theory behind "Bracketology" is that if you win, you're rewarded. If you have continually improved, you're rewarded. If you can finish strong, you will be rewarded. It's something that everyone strives for. They all want that "easy" path, to better their chances. I mean, who wouldn't? Who wouldn't want to have earned the right to say they're the "top seed?"

But there is, however, a type of tournament, poll, bracket, whatever you want to call it, that does seemingly go against the idea of having this seeding done by a statistical setup, and that's the idea of a subjective ranking that seemingly puts people in their slots by how someone else feels about them at the time. If you ask me, it's what SCW has done. There isn't much of an argument having someone like Jake Starr as an EIGHTH seed, against Lucas Knight, as a ONE seed. If you're hell bent on having that match AGAIN, then why not make it like it should be...

.:: Jake throws all of his costume off, going back to his regular garb. ::.

... With me as the number one guy in this tournament!

See, when I found out the brackets were setup, and I had missed it, yeah I felt silly. When I realized I was basically given the shaft again, all because of someone's personal feelings on how it should be, I got pissed. It's nothing to do with the opponent, and hell, it's not much to do with the rest of the rankings, although having Lohan having a better position than me is a fucking work if I ever saw it. I couldn't believe that after everything I had done, everything I allowed the management to make me put my body through, all with the goal of proving to them that I was worthy of a little glimpse, they shafted me in the seeding.

Sure, it's superficial. Sure, I could sit here, and simply go about my business, saying I'll run through Lucas like I have each time, then through Syren, then through whichever brother comes my way from the lower bracket, but it wouldn't really convey how I fucking feel right now. It's something that's been boiling up inside me for way too long, and I've honestly had it. I have had it with sitting around, and thinking that the brass upstairs would finally work up enough guts to admit that I have gone above and beyond to prove that I'm worthy of some recognition here. It's like they thought giving me one little match would shut me up, and they couldn't be more than wrong. If it did anything, it made me realize the game they hoped to play with me, and it's one I'm simply not going to sit back and allow to happen!

It all boils down to respect. It's something I've worked my entire career to earn, and ultimately my entire career to have from my peers and those above me. The problem is, in SCW it's been minimal at best. A few guys, here and there, have realized everything I have done and contributed to this organization, and they let me know they appreciate it. But it's never really come up above. Mr. D, I don't expect it from, and Sasha, for that matter, she's a "D," so I don't expect it from her either. Hell, they've both been quick to stiff me of shots time and time again. But the fact that the Board, and whoever else is pulling the little puppetry strings up there, continues to shit on me, it's just gotten to a point where I just want to give them the finger... And the fans, I know they feel it too.

Don't get me wrong... I'm not going to do like some and say it's all about me, because it isn't... At least not yet. I'm not going to simply cause a stir, all to make it about me, but there are times when a stir is necessary in order to make people realize you're not another one of their mere "yes men." This is one of those times. This is one of those moments where I have finally grown sick and tired of sitting around, and having people use me as their doormat, and expect me to just sit back and enjoy it.

I DON'T FUCKING ENJOY IT!

.:: Jake's face begins to get red, as the annoyance and anger from feeling disrespected begins to increase. In his mind, he's continued to do everything he's been asked to do in SCW, and has never received anything in return since he came back from injury. ::.

When I got that concussion, I realized that everyone just wanted to forget about me and move on. The fans, they were bummed, and they showed me love, and when I came back, they were psyched. I felt that energy from them again, but from the rest, everyone else just gave me the, "oh... you're back," type of response. The brass decided to simply use me where they could fit me in. I wasn't a former TWO TIME World Champion, and the guy who carried them to victory at the 2 for 1 Special, in their mind, I was a mere body to fill up a place wherever they felt they could market me. I wasn't ever ONCE considered for a run at ANYTHING until I started raising a stink.

And now that I got something, they hope I get quiet...

They hope they can go back to focusing on people who they feel are better monetarily...

Well guess what you pieces of crap... Nobody outdraws Jake Starr!

You all wanted to disrespect me, by trying to fit me into your little tournament in a place where you could feel that I would simply be in and out quickly. In your mind, Lucas Knight and Syren are your assets you'd like to protect. Well guess what, jackasses? I've beaten them both. I've been the living thorn in the sides of those two, along with their little buddies, since they came onto the scene, and if management thinks they'll be the ones to help take my dream away from me, then FUCK YOU, you're wrong!

Nobody, especially those two, are going to stop me from going onto Apocalypse, and getting a shot to dethrone Shilo Valiant. NOBODY! I'm sick of watching people get promoted over me, and ultimately only because they're "not Jake Starr." I'm tired of thinking that I'm the black sheep, and everyone thinks that my desire to be World Champion is baseless, and I have no business being in the running. I'm sick of being told that someone is "more deserving," because trust me... Unless they have been dominant as long as I have over the past year, which I can pretty much debunk any argument made, they are not "more deserving."

So I want everyone who expects me to be knocked out early, and gone from the title hunt to listen up, and listen very, VERY, closely. When I walk into Breakdown, I'm going in with one goal, and one goal only. It's going to be a time when I walk in, and I'm selfish. If it upsets people, this isn't a time for it to phase me. If someone thinks what I do to them, or the degrees I go to come out on top are, somehow, personal against them, then they'll simply need to suck it up. None of this is personal against the opposition. It's all about one goal, and it's been about that one goal since I stepped foot here. This little tournament was setup for a couple folks to look like they have an easier path, and guess what...

I'M HERE TO PLAY SPOILER!

That means whatever everyone is expecting, whatever everyone is hoping for, or whoever people are thinking is the "obvious choices" here, will not be coming out victorious. I'm not going to allow anyone to pry this away from me, and I will DIE before I see it happen. Too many people have already wanted me to be written off, or written me off, and this is my moment to shut them up. This is my chance to silence my critics, yet again. This is my chance to go back to where I was. This is my chance to define myself once again.

And Apocalypse will be my destination. It'll be history, all over again for me. It'll be that chance I have been craving, and wanting for so long, that's been on that proverbial carpet that's been yanked out from under me. It'll be my moment to shine, again. For once, everyone will see me, and see that I have truly climbed up from obscurity and oblivion, to once again shine in SCW. At Breakdown, I will topple everyone. I will amass a wake of bodies that forces everyone to look behind me, and acknowledge what I have done.

Everyone may think they will give it their all to get to the top, and get to main event Apocalypse, but only I will be the one who goes out there accepting the fact that I NEED this. There is no way around it. This is what I have waited for, and THIS is that moment, where I could do it again. I have to defy the odds. I have to shove it back in the faces of those people who thought so little of me, I was almost an afterthought of being included. I have to prove I'm still the best, of the best...

... And believe me... I will!
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Didnt think I was going to make it, but here it is in all it's glory

World Title Tournament

Enjoy guys and just to reiterate what Randy said, honour to be facing you all
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Heres my offering to the tournament.

Want to point out that the large red text "REC" at the bottom of the page is a link to my shoot. Just clearing that up as I thought I would seperate them both. On that note, really enjoyed writing this rp, I got to close out one portion of an arc i'm working on and feel it ended on the right note and i'm looking forward to continuing it.

Best of luck to all involved in this thing.

Enjoy.

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Formatting coming soon.

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The Syren Song: Verse 133
“I don’t want to keep up this mysterious bullshit”
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