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| Starr & Fisher vs Helms & Valentine | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 4 2013, 02:13 PM (149 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Feb 4 2013, 02:13 PM Post #1 |
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Jake Starr & Harmony Fisher vs. David Helms & Tommy Valentine 2 RP Limit for singles; 2 per team for tag Deadline: Noon EST Friday, February 8, 2013 ~~Good Luck Everyone!~~ |
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| Mr. D | Feb 7 2013, 08:23 PM Post #2 |
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Deadline extended until 11:59 pm EST. |
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| Harmony Fisher | Feb 8 2013, 03:33 PM Post #3 |
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OOC: Going shoot only with both Harmony and Tommy due to time constraints. Enjoy ![]() Harmony's Time |
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| Thomas Valentine | Feb 8 2013, 04:23 PM Post #4 |
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Hero No More
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Home Truths |
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| DavidHelms | Feb 8 2013, 04:55 PM Post #5 |
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SCW's Dangerous One!
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ooc: Here's my effort folks. Shoot was finished before work, but I had to split not long after finished it, so I've given it a flick over just to check that most of it makes sense and hopefully it does so here it is. Ian, good luck mate. Won't say good luck to Ash because his lazy ass picks up a win either way... unless it's a draw lol! Anywho, enjoy! [align=center] ![]() David Helms: Living Dangerously - Chapter 96[/align] |
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| Jake Starr | Feb 8 2013, 06:54 PM Post #6 |
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OOC Note: I will be editing this tonight with the fully coded version, but for now, it's just text. I hope you enjoy! --------------------- .:: When Jake witnessed Brandon's body go into, basically, a shutdown state, it was something horrifying for him to witness. Never in his life has he seen a body truly trying everything it can to fight off EVERYTHING, and ignoring whether or not it's for a helpful or unhelpful cause. It was a sight that will haunt him for the rest of his life. Knowing his friend was lying on the other side of the window, while he stood there helpless made Jake realize how serious the events were, and how close Brandon is or was, to having crossed the threshold of Death's door. Things have no changed. All that keeps replaying in Jake's mind is the voices, the countless voices, all trying to talk over the other, and each trying to diagnose how things seem from their perspective. The sounds are haunting. They're filled with a sense of panic and urgency. Each one is trying to say that they can see something the rest can't, yet want to be sure and listen in to the input from others. It's a level of communication that nobody but medical personnel could ever truly comprehend because of the shear chaos that comes from it. And it was apparently too much for Jake to handle as well. After closing his eyes, and putting his head on the glass window of Brandon's room, Jake opened his eyes to find a far different sight than he had originally seen. All of a sudden, he was now lying on his back, staring up at the hospital ceiling, surrounded by nurses and the physician that has been treating Brandon. It is a sight that shocks Jake, initially. He doesn't know why he's now laying down, or what prompted him to end up flat on his back. All of the nurses, and the doctor too, all have looks of concern on their face, and one nurse wastes no time asking the most pertinent question on any of their minds. ::. Nurse: Are you ok?! .:: Jake looks up at the nurse, with an obvious look of confusion, and concern, in his eye. It is blatantly obvious he is unaware of what happened. ::. Jake Starr: What's going on? .:: The physician that was treating Brandon, is knelt down beside Jake. ::. Doctor: Apparently you passed out! .:: Jake is completely taken aback by the notion. It's a sight the doctor quickly sees himself. ::. Doctor: Yeah, apparently the nurses back at the station said they heard a pretty loud thud, and when they looked over, there you were, out on the floor. .:: Jake continues to try and fight the continued state of confusion, and process what he's been told. ::. Jake Starr: ... But what happened? .:: As he asks that question, he looks over and sees a blood pressure cuff on his arm, and a nurse monitoring his heart rate. ::. Doctor: In a nutshell, it looks like your blood pressure just dropped out of nowhere, and you fainted. From what the nurses heard, and the way you were laid out, it sounded like your head bounced off of the ground pretty good too. .:: Jake reaches behind his head, and feels a defined extra bump. He touches it, and immediately feels a bit of a sting. It's enough to make him wince before starting to stir. The doctor immediately holds Jake back, from getting up. ::. Doctor: No no... Hang tight, Jake. Has this ever happened before? Jake Starr: No... I'm fine... Just let me... Ugh... Doctor: Want to try and sit up? Jake Starr: Yes... .:: The doctor reaches down, under Jake's arm, and helps him to sit more upright. Jake groans as he finally gets to a seated position. ::. Doctor: How do you feel? Jake Starr: I'm feel fine... I said that... .:: As Jake finishes that statement, he begins to look around the intensive care unit, and get his bearings back. Everything that he had witnessed, everything he was there for, everything finally begins to flood back into his memory. He sees that he's seated right outside the room where the attempts to save Brandon's life were being made. He then makes the connection that the doctor tending to him is the same person who took care of Brandon. It's a realization that sends a definite feeling of panic throughout his entire body, and the hurried words, and short sentences begin to hurl from his mouth. ::. Jake Starr: WAIT! WHY ARE YOU HERE?! BRANDON IS DYING IN THERE! I'M GOING TO BE FINE! GET IN THERE AND RESCUE MY FRIEND, MAN! ALL OF YOU SHOULD! .:: The doctor puts his hands on Jake's shoulders. ::. Doctor: Jake, please calm down. Quite a bit has happened since you were last conscious, and you honestly need to listen to me on this, ok? .:: Jake immediately feels a black cloud begin to loom over them both. ::. Doctor: What you saw in there, before you passed out, was the exact reason that I didn't feel that it was good for you to see Brandon. What you saw was Brandon's body going into cardiac arrest because of whatever was in his system. His body was NOT in good shape, when you went in there, and it ended up being far worse than we initially believed. It... .:: He begins to say more, but is immediately cutoff by a very blunt Jake Starr. ::. Jake Starr: Just be straight forward with me... Is Brandon dead? .:: The doctor sighs and looks down. It's something that immediately makes Jake even more concerned. As the doctor looks up, he takes another deep breath. ::. Doctor: No... Brandon is not dead. But the truth is, he is BARELY clinging to life. We, luckily, got him to respond, but the truth is, I cannot even promise that he'll be able to make it through the night. Everything is completely contingent on if he actually responds to this round of medication, or if his body rejects it again, and he goes back into shutdown mode. I cannot tell you which is going to happen... .:: Jake swallows saliva, and begins to try and get up, but is held back. ::. Jake Starr: ... I need to tell him goodbye, then... .:: The doctor shakes his head vehemently. ::. Doctor: No! You are NOT to enter that room. The fact of the matter is, Jake, is that it is time to you to go home and rest, and simply let us worry about Brandon. You have already seen more than you should have, so it's simply time to let us do our jobs. Jake Starr: No... I... .:: Jake tries to get up, this time with less restraint from the physician. The minute he gets to his feet, he immediately gets a bit wobbly. The doctor catches him from falling over, and helps him get comfortable on his feet. The doctor immediately believes Jake has some concussion symptoms, and acts accordingly. ::. Doctor: Nurse, get Jake a wheelchair, and monitor him. Once he's stabilized, help him out of the building. .:: Jake's macho demeanor takes over. ::. Jake Starr: I don't need a damn wheelchair. I'm fine. Doctor: Then explain to me why, then, you are currently being supported by me. Jake Starr: I'm fine! .:: Jake pulls himself from the assistance of the doctor. ::. Jake Starr: ... I'm not going to be wheeled out of this place. Doctor: Then Jake, please, go home and rest. .:: Jake stands there, and realizes he won't be getting to go into Brandon's room and see him again. He slowly begins to make his way in the direction of the exit, but in doing so, he tries to get as close to Brandon's door as he can. Once he knows Brandon would be able to "hear" him, he shouts out. ::. Jake Starr: Brandon, they're kicking me out, man... Know that we're all thinking about you, and you're in our hearts. YOU'RE NOT ALONE! .:: The doctor realizes Jake is trying to deliver yet another message to Brandon, and quickly begins to helps usher him toward the waiting room. As they enter, the doctor looks at Jake. ::. Doctor: Now... Are you sure that you're feeling well enough to get home? Jake Starr: Yeah... Doctor: Alright... .:: The doctor pats Jake on the back, and turns to make his way back to the intensive care unit. Jake takes one step toward the exit, then turns back and calls out for the doctor. ::. Jake Starr: Doc... .:: The doctor stops, and turns back toward Jake. ::. Doctor: Yes sir? Jake Starr: Promise to keep me in the loop about what is going on, and how he's doing? Doctor: I will keep you as up to speed as developments occur. I will admit, Jake, I totally understand why you're being insistent on being here, but you have to let us do our jobs here, while you go and try to get back to as "normal" of a life as possible. Jake Starr: How am I supposed to live "normally," when Brandon is on the verge of death, like this? .:: The doctor walks up to Jake and puts his hand on Jake's shoulder. ::. Doctor: Jake, think about what Brandon would think, if he saw you this concerned. For one, he would appreciate it. But he also wouldn't want to be the guy who kept you from living your actual life. It is imperative that you try and focus on life as much as possible, and not worry. If you sit around and worry, your life becomes wrapped around it, and it will hurt you more and more long term. I promise you that if there is a reason to worry, then I will let you know. Right now, Brandon is back there with my best team, and will need 24/7 attention from them. You need to trust in my staff to do our job, and try and save him. .:: Jake slowly nods, and with the silence from Jake, the doctor takes the opportunity to turn and head back to the ICU. With the doctor gone, Jake realizes he's alone, and will have to let everyone know what happened, and what he saw, when he gets home. It is a sight that is engrained in his mind, and not something he will forget easily. He takes a deep breath, and he slowly turns and wobbles his way to the door. He worries that Brandon in cardiac arrest will be the last mental image he has of his friend. If it is, then it will be a sad memory that he will never forget, and if it's not, he knows he'll be the first one to slap Brandon upside his head. ::. ------------------------ Jake Starr: For two years... Two years... Two agonizing years... I waited for the moment when I would get to show the world the truth. I waited for the chance to put every person who has doubted me to shame, and seize the crown that I have coveted so dearly. It was a moment that, honestly, I thought would never come. I thought that maybe Thirteen was right, all along, and everything I desired was one of those dreams that, honestly, was better suited for a world of mental fantasy. Then... The board manned up... They realized that I was someone who wasn't going to idly sit around, and accept their nonchalant demeanor, when it came to my career. They realized that it was time for Jake Starr to put up, or shut up, and they even tried putting caveats in there that they didn't believe I would adhere to. Unfortunately, they were right... .:: Jake's face goes from one of accomplishment, to ultimately one of dismay. ::. ... See, for a while, I was enduring goading, finger pointing, mocking, anything that people out there could conceive, with one goal in mind, and that was to screw me out of my title shot. It was a plan that I was able to see through day-in and day-out. I saw exactly what they were hoping to do, and I withstood the temptation of "biting." That was, until, Tommy and David decided to take things a bit too far. It was at Aggression when those two decided to forego dealing with me, and try to screw me over, by putting their hands on my wife. See, when it comes to this business, there are lines that you just don't fucking cross. And my family, is one of those! See, there was a day that Knots was dumb enough to open his fat pie hole, and try and bring my wife "into play," but when I explained things to him, yeah, he still vomited a bunch of bullshit, the likes of which you only see in Barcelona, but he stepped off of the subject of my wife. But for those two assholes, it apparently was just as much fair game as anything else. They felt they could take the liberty to put their hands on Roeper, try and intimidate her, and possibly assault her, and expect me to stand by, and let it happen... ... The thought of allowing it to go down like that never ONCE crossed my mind, either! When it comes to my family, I am very protective. They are first and foremost. They are my priority number one. When Tommy and David tried to accost her, and bring her into their sick and twisted little fantasy, I made sure of one thing, and one thing only. I made sure the understood that nothing, and I fucking mean NOTHING, is bigger or more important than my family. I will defend them until then end of time, and do whatever it takes to ensure their safety and happiness. And I'll be honest, they know that. Those two know me well enough to know that my weakness is right there. They attacked it, they provoked it, and I reacted like they knew I would. I hit them, and I was unprovoked. I knew I fucked up, and I knew I fucked up big time. It wasn't a planned thing, but it isn't something I was going to run around and deny I participated in, either. Now don't get me wrong, when it went down, I was fucking terrified. I knew that I had kept my nose clean for a LONG TIME, and it was for a very good reason. When it happened, I simply knew I couldn't be the guy who ran off and plead for forgiveness from the suits. Doing that would have made me look even more petty than I have in the past. I knew my best bet, if I was going to have a snowball's chance in hell of not screwing myself over, was to simply sit and wait. I knew they would come find me, and no matter what I would have said at that point would have mattered. Regardless of reasoning, excuses, anything, my fate was sealed and in their hands. When they gave me the news, and said I could still compete, I was shocked. I was completely blindsided, because honestly, I thought David and Tommy had truly done everything necessary to take my championship opportunity from me. I thought that the news I got was going to be, "sorry, but no." And as crazy as it sounds, once I heard that they were going to let me compete, all I could think to say was one thing... So with that being said, I want to go on record, to the "powers that be" and simply say one thing... Thank you. .:: Jake gulps down a mouthfull of saliva, almost in a symbolic manner of "swallowing his pride." ::. I can't really say anything other than that. All I can hope is that their decision was based on seeing what happened, and understanding my point of view. Otherwise, I don't know... But they deserve to know that it was a move I appreciate, and a move that I recognize was one that was probably not easy for them to make. .:: Jake takes another deep breath, regrouping from a moment of "honesty" that definitely had him feeling a bit uncomfortable. He then slowly turns his head toward his right shoulder, and gazes at the World Championship draped over his shoulder. The uncomfortable feeling slowly leaves his body, and the excitement of knowing the journey has reached that point where it was "all worth it," begins to sink in. ::. ... And now, my journey, that long arduous, painful, journey, is complete. .:: Jake's head snaps back toward the camera, and a look enters the eyes of the Social Misfit that hasn't been seen in a long time. A smirk begins to develop on his face, and his speech pattern begins to be more animated and excited. In his mind, he officially marks this as the first moment the world accepts the truth, and realizes he's been right all along... That he IS the best in the business. ::. You see, this journey has been one that I've talked about a lot. I've talked about how much it has meant to me to get back to the top, and everyone has either said that I was stupid and greedy, or I had passed my prime. Very few EVER fathomed that Jake Starr was even REMOTELY at a point where he could conceivably say he was one of the best out there. Nobody would have put me in the same sentences with the past FOUR World Champions, let alone say I was better. But today... This moment... This championship... It marks the moment where each and every one of those people who said I couldn't amount to being a champion anymore look at me and eat crow. They have to sit there and they have to admit that, yes, Jake Starr IS still amongst the elite, and most importantly... JAKE STARR IS THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! .:: Jake smirks, and holds the championship up in the air with his right arm, smirking. As he lowers his arm, the animation, the fire, the charisma, everything that made Jake Starr such a household mainstay in SCW begins to ooze out. ::. It's a pill that, for some, will be difficult to swallow. They won't like the fact that they will have to sit there and see me BACK in the limelight. They won't like to know that everything they had hoped to stop ended up crashing and fucking burning. They will have to realize that everything they thought was real, wasn't. They will have to admit that they were wrong. It's something that will be so sweet to hear, and so fun to see. I will enjoy that moment, when people have to address me as the BEST OF THE FUCKING BEST! But that is the world we live in. That is reality, folks! I walked into Body, Heart and Soul as a nobody, and I left as the entire world. It was something that, honestly, could be that moment in my career that I never forget. Sure, I've been the World Champion two other times. Sure, I know what it's like to climb the mountain. But think about it, people... Think about how long I have had to struggle, fight tooth and nail, and see others get the chances I wanted. Think about how I had to always be in the background, and never get the chance to emerge. It was something that became such a difficult thing to truly sit through and accept. But I kept trying. I kept reaching for that brass ring. I kept trying to break through the glass ceiling, and make myself get the recognition I wanted. Now that it's here, it tells me everything was worth it. It tells me the work, the effort, the desire, everything was fucking worth every minute of it. It tells me that going out there, fighting for what I know I want, wasn't a waste of my time, but ended the way it was supposed to. I mean, think about it... Think about everything I talked about. Think about how I said I wanted to establish myself as one of the greatest in SCW history. And think about what this... .:: Jake glances at the belt, yet again. ::. ... think about what this belt means for me, long term. Think about the company that this championship put me in the same breath as. Think about the fact that 35 different people have held this strap. Think about the fact that out of those 35 people, until Body, Heart and Soul, only FIVE of those people had ever been able to hold the World Championship 3 or more times. After Body, Heart and Soul... Now there is SIX. Do you realize what that means? It means only 17 PERCENT of the people who have been champion, have been able to truly climb that mountain as many times as I have. After the pay-per view I joined the likes of Jason Zero, CHBK, Greg Cherry, Shawn Winters and Shilo Valiant, and I did something that, honestly, nobody but me thought was possible. I joined a very elite group, and in doing so, I made sure that this is my time to shine once again. It took work... It took blood... It took pain... I put up with it all. I made sure the world realized that Jake Starr is, not only back, but is back with vengeance. See, I made it clear that 2013 was going to be the year of Jake Starr. It wasn't going to be another year of all talk, and no backing it up. This is my year to finally get back to where I feel I belong, long term. This championship, this accolade, this moment, is just the beginning. A lot of people may think that I am now content. People didn't understand that, even when I was the Adrenaline Champion, I was striving to be the World Champion. I'm not content with just this championship. I may not have other titles I have my sights on, but one victory, one title match, one day doesn't mean I'm happy. I still have more to accomplish. I still have more than I can achieve in this organization. And I promise that I will not slow down until I do it. .:: Jake's focus begins to shift from his World Championship victory, to what lies ahead in the immediate future. ::. ... But before I can truly begin my reign, and truly show the world what my third Championship run will mean for me, as I eluded to earlier, there is some definite business that needs to be tended to. Before I got to Body, Heart and Soul, I was attacked inside the ring, and I was wise enough to not do anything in return. Thankfully, Harmony Fisher was one of those people who came down there and did what they could to keep the beat down from getting too bad on me. She is someone who, honestly is one of those last remaining remnants of "The Brotherhood" that is still around me. She's also the one who I know I can honestly still trust, because she's been just as hurt as me. Now, besides the attack on Breakdown, I also said that my hopes and dreams of being able to send Tommy and David off on their own, and move forward myself, were just that, dreams. Those two have apparently made the executive decision to try and weasel their way back into my life. They did so at the expense of my wife, and they expected to do so in a way that would also screw myself at the same time. And it almost worked... It almost got me screwed. But more importantly, like I said, they fucked with my family. They decided to open themselves a can of worms that they don't even understand. This isn't about the past. This isn't about me going out there, and trying to get some kind of retribution for David taking the Adrenaline Championship from me. This isn't about Tommy being a follower, and screwing over Harmony. This is about the fact that they put their hands on the mother of my children. They opted to take this FAR more personally, than they ever had in the past. In the past, it was all emotional. It was the fact they had been welcomed into my home, and treated like family. Now, they have taken it to a level that makes me not look at this like a match I want to win, but more along the lines of a match I just want to go out there and make sure they walk out as CLOSE to in a body bag as possible. .:: Jake looks over to his left side at his his arm. He sees it still wrapped, and while he doesn't feel the pain thanks to the adrenaline and lovely pain meds, he knows the pain still exists. He lifts it up, and basically displays it for the camera. ::. Now, I know you're going to look at this, and you're going to wonder how I am going to beat anyone up, when I am the wrestling equivalent of a slot machine. I know you probably look at this and assume that this makes me vulnerable to those two ganging up on me, and taking me out of action. The fact of the matter is, I went out there, and I let Thirteen break me. He broke bones in my body. He put me in seven levels of pain that were each shittier than the previous. He made me question whether or not the World Championship was worth the pain. In the end, I realized that pain heals. Injuries heal. Champions are a mentality. Champions are willing to do anything in order to achieve their goals. That's who I am... That's HOW I am... .:: Jake's emotions continue to build up. ::. I am not going to let some stupid, fucking, injury stop me in this fight. I am not going to let these two pieces of shit lay their HANDS on MY WIFE, and get off without realizing that they stepped over some really fucking serious lines. And there's a reason for this. There's a serious reason I can go out there, and I can lay it ALL on the line against these two. Up until Body, Heart and Soul, every match counted for me. Every match HAD to be a win. I went in thinking that if I lost, my chances of EVER getting an opportunity, or EVER having a chance to hold this fucking championship would be ENDED. And now, I don't have that added pressure. For once, I can go into a match, and I can simply focus on getting REVENGE. For once... I'll fucking admit that this match will be PURELY emotional! I know Tommy and I know David... Their new goal in life is to simply try and find ways to push my buttons, and try and get themselves in the headlines more often. It's not about anything but their petty excuses for lives and egos. So I'm going to make a point of going out there and squashing it like the fucking horrendous, vile, wasteful, USELESS, bug, that it is. It's going to be something I thoroughly ENJOY doing. I'm going to enjoy beating these two shits into a pulp. Now, I know Harmony wants a piece, too... And for all intents and purposes, she deserves that piece. She's been screwed over in a very personal manner, and I plan on leaving her a share of the carcasses. I plan on letting her have a chance to beat the shit out of those two. But it will be a symbiotic thing. She knows I'm going to go in there, and do everything humanly possible to hurt, mame, injure, and break those two. I know deep down, she wants to see that same pain. So I know she'll want a turn, but in the end... After what they pulled... The final dagger will be thrust by yours truly. Face it, folks... While the era of the Social Misfit has officially come to pass within the hallowed halls of Supreme Championship Wrestling again, I'm giving it's official "inauguration party" a bit of a delayed start, while I finish off this unfinished business. So I hope you enjoy the eating through a straw, dicks... Once I'm done with you, that'll be the only fucking option you have! |
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