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Adrenaline Showcase; Ten Person Over-the-top Battle Royal
Topic Started: Jul 19 2014, 09:27 AM (182 Views)
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Alec Jacobs vs. Wally Rosefall vs. Ben McCaron vs. A$AP Scrappy vs. Pat Evans vs. Alex Young vs. Toshiro Kageyoshi vs. Soopaman Luva vs. Axel Porter vs. Jackson Bowker
Adrenaline Showcase
Number One Contendership to the SCW Adrenaline Championship
Ten Person Over-the-top-rope Battle Royal

2 RP Limit
Deadline: 5 p.m. EST Friday, July 25, 2014
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RISE TO GREATNESS PROMO VIDEO:

It had been twelve months ago when Jackson Bowker had been wrestling in Australia. He had been in another over-the-top battle royal, with similar implications to the one he had been placed in for Supreme Championship Wrestling and he had finished the match second best.

The match had weighed on his mind ever since he had been thrown over the top rope. It was a match that held significance in his career, one that he could never claim back or gain vengeance for and that made this pre-show battle royal all the more important. It wasn’t so much the championship chance on offer – it was redemption for a past failure that he wanted to do.

Jackson had managed to gain access to the arena where the pre-show would be taking place. It was obviously, completely empty from top to bottom, but he stood proudly in the ring that would hopefully be where he took this massive chance by the throat in a few days’ time. The sunlight was pouring into the arena through the windows, falling directly on Jackson as he began talking.

Jackson: ”Twelve months ago… the stage was set to be my crowded moment. I was going to win the 2013 Ballroom Brawl… unfortunately it wasn’t meant to be.

Now, twelve months is a long time for something to play on your mind, on repeat over and over again because it eats away at your mind. You have to either pick yourself up, work harder than you ever have before or you can crumble and fall from the face of the earth.

The last twelve months have given me that opportunity, to pick myself up and work harder than I ever have before, to refocus and energize and make sure that this year is my year. It might not be the same company, but the reward is the same and I plan on taking it this time, going on to face Selena Frost for the SCW Adrenaline championship and winning it.

This time, there is no mistakes and there is no second place, so I want everybody to be at there when Jackson Bowker takes it home, when Jackson Bowker makes history by winning the adrenaline showcase battle royal… and to everybody else in that royal I say just one thing.”


Jackson stands triumphantly in the middle of the ring.

Jackson: ”Better luck next time.”

Click.
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Toshiro can be found in a more traditional promo setting this time around, as he is seated on a backwards metal folding chair in front of a Rise to Greatness poster. It certainly seems like an appropriate backdrop given what time of the year it is right now, and Toshiro knows that all too well as he prepares to address the matter.

"Rise to Greatness, the greatest event in all of SCW, is finally upon us. I have to be honest for a moment, I was not expecting to find myself anywhere on the card, much less with quite the opportunity lying before me. But here I am, on the pre-show in a battle royal where the winner shall earn an adrenaline title shot. I have never been in a battle royal, but I have seen plenty and know how the concept works, and I find myself questioning the validity of being able to say you have beaten someone in battle when all you did was throw them out of the ring. This just seems like the perfect opportunity for some undeserving soul to claim what does not rightfully belong to him, and this match is filled with people who would gladly capitalize on such an opportunity simply because they are incapable of getting the job done in an actual battle, at least on their own. But this is the stipulation that awaits me, so I have no choice but to play along and put my skills to the test in such an environment."

Toshiro shifts slightly in his seat, looking a little uncomfortable not from his chair, but from the fact that the odds were heavily stacked against him in a match like this, He would almost always be at a size disadvantage in every match he entered, but when he only needed to be thrown over the top rope and hit the floor to lose and there was more than one guy to worry about when it came to that win condition, it almost seemed like an impossible task. But Toshiro loved trying to pull off the impossible.

"There are nine other men that I will have to worry about along the way, and I think I will start with the newest one to SCW and a man that has already spoken in Jackson Bowker. Bowker is a bit of a confusing figure to me, as he did not seem too well liked during his first match but now he is trying to endear himself to the fans and make a better impression. And yet, some of his tactics still seem a bit questionable at times, like when he feels the need to try and hit someone below the belt in hopes of taking advantage. Despite this, he has been finding his niche here in SCW considering he has won both of his first two matches here, plus he has already stated that he has battle royal experience and came close to winning one elsewhere. I do not know how you will play this match Jackson, but I will be keeping my eye on you for sure to be on the safe side.

Another newcomer in this match is Alec Jacobs, who seems to be in the exact opposite position from Bowker. He was trying to be a fan favorite up until a recent Breakdown, when he selfishly took advantage of an attack on his opponent, even if said opponent was not playing fair against him herself, in order to score his first win. Alec, this business is not for everyone, and there are those who will cave under the pressure, but I had hoped you would be much stronger than this. I will also be keeping an eye on you and what you do in this battle royal to see how you will act going forward. Besides, I believes you are the largest man in this match, and considering this is a battle royal that makes you a major threat right off the bat as far as I'm concerned. Don't be surprised if you are ganged up on to get you out of the ring, and do not get frustrated over another impending defeat. Hold your head high and remind yourself that there is always next time.

Even still, another newcomer in Wally Rosefall will be joining us as well. You seem like a man who knows what he's doing, at least as far as conducting your business in the ring like an honest man. You may not have found success in SCW just yet, but heed the words I spoke to Alec Jacobs for they can apply to you as well. Do not get discouraged, for your time will come soon. Perhaps your first win could even earn you this title opportunity for all we know. You come off to me as a very energetic man, always looking to take risks even if they will not pay off. Be cautious in a match like this, because one backfired risk could put you in perfect position for someone like me to land just one shot and that's the end of your adrenaline title aspirations."


Toshiro nods his head in agreement with his own words as he finishes addressing the three newest SCW roster members that are in this match, feeling he has said all he needs to say about them for the time being. Now he turns his attention to those who have more experience, whether it not be too much or those that have been with the company for a long time.

"Axel Porter, I will say that I am impressed by the skill you show in that ring, as should be expected of a man who has been competing in SCW for a very long time. You are certainly worthy of the nickname 'Ironman.' However, your attitude and tactics certainly leave a lot to be desired. Just because you are good does not automatically mean you are the best, nor do you prove it when you constantly need the assistance of another to bail you out when you are in danger of losing, a tactic that does not always work out for you and rightfully so. Is it possible that you have lost some of the magic as you have gotten older, and now you realize winning on your own might be asking too much of you? Whatever the reason, it will not help you in a match where you have more than one opponent to worry about, nor will believing that because you are more experienced than I that you are automatically better. I have kicked the ego from others' heads before, and I'm actually looking forward to doing the same to you.

Egotism seems to abound amongst most of the field that remains to be addressed. Another man who is lost in his own arrogance is Alex Young, a man who seems more preoccupied with chasing women and flaunting his fortune than actually focusing on improving his skills, and he stands there wondering why he is no longer winning matches. There is your answer Alex, and perhaps it would be a wise move on your part to stop worrying about the future and focus more on the present, because anything can happen in the future and there is no guarantee that you are the 'bright future' of this company as you constantly claim to be. A man can only get so far before he hits the proverbial glass ceiling on tactics that do not change, so let this be your wake up call Alex Young. Your losses have happened for a reason, and something is going to have to change if victory is what you hope to obtain once again.

And we cannot forget about Ben McCaron, a man who constantly disrespects the tradition he claims to represent here in SCW. I have spent a bit of time training in lucha libre in Mexico before I actually began competing professionally Ben, and I can say with absolute certainty that just because you wear a mask that does not make you a luchador. You are quite the arrogant man to think that you are bigger than your own country, disrespecting them by waving the American flag in their faces after claiming you would be a hero to them. I may have left Japan seeking greater fame and fortune in American wrestling, but I would never spit on my homeland's soil just to try and make a point. I am still proud of where I came from and what they have taught to me. I will also take great pride in seeing how much you crumble under my strikes, for a man who believes he is larger than life will hit the ground even harder than any normal man."


Only three men left to go, and Toshiro is starting to feel fired up now as he keeps rolling through the list. He stands up now, setting the chair aside and stretching a bit as he tackles those who are left to be spoken to.

"Pat Evans, you strike me as a very odd man. There isn't much about you to go off of, but what I have managed to dig up is quite interesting. You were once a man who competed for SCW's rival promotion but pulled double duty here when our boss was corrupt with power to serve as a hired gun of his, all in the name of money. And yet, when this ultimately did not work out for you, you completely disappeared. Now here you are, many years later, serving under the tutelage of a woman who is known for her obsession with violence and causing harm to others, and even despite all this you maintain a silence. Sometimes staying silent will burden the soul if you refuse to give answers to questions that need them. That will continue to be your downfall the longer you wish to walk this dangerous path thinking you will not ever get hurt.

The final two men, ASAP Scrappy and Soopaman Luva, I wish to address together, as they appear to be good friends and try to watch each others' backs, although I can see there has been some tension lately between them. I can understand how Scrappy must feel, having been put on the shelf for months and is now obsessed with getting revenge for what happened, but sometimes it might be better to just let things go and pursue an alternate course of action, as it will better benefit your career in the long run as opposed to dedicating it entirely to trying to end one person. And Soopaman, you are certainly a respectable man, and my newfound ally in the Havoc Warrior certainly speaks very highly of you. It is true that victory seems to have eluded you as of late, but like I have said earlier to others, for all we know now could be your time if you really push towards it. We shall see how things play out on the battlefield, but you are certainly one of only very few men in this match I look forward to opposing for more honorable reasons.

Am I saying that I am going to walk in and win this match? Absolutely not, for assuming you have already won is always a sign of weakness. However, I will certainly walk into this battle royal and attempt to try my best and see how things turn out. For all we know, I may actually be the next adrenaline champion and nobody knows it yet. But only time will tell if that if indeed truth or fiction..."


With his work here done, Toshiro grabs his chair and folds it up before walking out of the shot, leaving every single opponent of his in the battle royal to ponder his words in the time remaining before the big battle begins.
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Here's my Ben McCaron RP for this match. The first part is CD and is off-camera, and should be looked at as though all the dialogue that's in bold is in Spanish and was simply translated into English for reading purposes. I changed it this time around because there's a brief flashback to the past included in here, which I put in italics and blue text to separate it in the CD. The last part is the on-camera promo. Best of luck everyone!



Ben knew he was starting to enter a very interesting point in his career now, and it was only going to get more interesting as the weeks went on.

While Breakdown hadn’t gone so smoothly for him, having fallen to Syren in a dark match before the show even went on the air, his confidence heading into Rise to Greatness wasn’t deterred in the slightest. Even though only the fans actually there in Orlando could see it, they watched Ben give Syren everything she could handle and push her to her limits, and who was to say that next time they met wouldn’t have a different result? But Orlando was behind him as he sat in his hotel room in Miami, trying to piece together how he was going to approach the opportunity that lay before him tomorrow night, both in terms of what he was going to say and what his strategy for the match was going to be. He knew he’d gotten on everyone’s radar by forcefully taking the number one entry into Taking Hold of the Flame, so being in another battle royal to determine a #1 contender to the Adrenaline title almost felt like it was meant for him, since battle royals were becoming a thing in his career in a sense. First he had the “battle royal” that was the End of the Year Open Invitational where he made his wrestling debut and took fifth place in the match, which was impressive considering the field in that match, and then everyone already knows how Taking Hold of the Flame went. Now only nine men stood between him and championship glory, and one way or another he was going to throw them all out of the ring and get what he felt belonged to him.

It was easier said than done, though, and right now it wasn’t simply because Ben knew he’d really need to keep track of his surroundings at all times with everyone in the ring all at once and only needing to go over the top rope and hit the floor to lose. Something else was trying to force its way to the forefront of Ben’s thoughts, and it wasn’t the other opportunity that awaited him once Rise to Greatness was in his rear view mirror, still getting to compete in a one-off match in Ricardo’s lucha libre promotion as a final test to be absolutely sure he was ready for the council to officially recognize him as a full-fledged luchador and start getting bookings for him in his homeland under the rules he’d been wanting to compete under for so long. Ben was already prepared for that, having shot a couple of segments for Carlos to air live on his shows in order to get under the skin of the luchador he’d be facing there when the time came as well as having done a “live via satellite” confrontation with him earlier this week.

Ben sighed and turned his attention to the envelope resting on his bedside table that was addressed to him, his mind wandering back to when he first obtained it while he was still in Mexico before SCW departed to continue their tour heading towards Rise to Greatness.

Ben had waited long enough, and there wasn’t a whole lot of time left if he was going to grab it.

With Breakdown done and SCW ready to move on, plus after spending the morning of his final day here before he’d have to hit the road again going over the plan for what Ricardo wanted from him leading up to his lucha libre test in Ricardo’s promotion, Ben took the chance to return home finally. And by home, I don’t mean the home he’d been living in with some financial support from Ramón ever since the legendary luchador took Ben under his wing after his parents’ death. No, we’re talking about the home he’d grown up in that he used to share with his parents before their passing. Considering they’d both been brutally murdered inside due to the cartels and their ever-escalating street war, the place had been condemned and was usually under heavy surveillance from police in order to keep people out, as they had since started searching the house on a regular basis to try and find anything to help them in finally putting an end to the cartels and their drug pushing, considering they knew Ben’s father worked closely with one of them. Even now, many years later, they were still obsessed with the possibility that something to aid them was inside.

Luckily, Ben knew a way around this.

Ben ducked into an alleyway not too far from where his house was that was well out of the range of surveillance. After taking a quick look around to make absolutely sure he was alone and no one was watching, he carefully moved a heavy-looking trash can from where it was sitting and gently lifted up on what appeared to be part of the pavement, but was actually a loose stone slab that led to a secret passage that he carefully slipped into before dropping the stone back into place. Ben knew about this because his father and the cartel he was associated with spend quite a bit of time and money creating it to use as a way to help with transporting their “products” without anybody noticing. Considering the alley just above was one of the places they did deals, it made it easy for Ben’s dad to move it from his house to whoever it needed to get to at the time. These days, Ben used it to get into his old home whenever he needed to, since the police were completely unaware of its existence (even Ben was stunned by this, but maybe he gave the police too much credit considering this passageway was very well hidden from both ends).

As he reached the end of the dimly-lit passage, Ben placed his ear carefully to the door (which, from the other side, just looked like part of the wall with a big crack in it to serve as the “handle”) to try and see if there were any cops searching around at the moment, but all he could hear was silence. Taking this as a good sign, Ben carefully opened it and now found himself in the basement of the house, where his dad used to keep most of the stuff he pushed with the cartels. Now it was almost completely empty, but he was hoping that wasn’t the case as far as one particular area was concerned as he slowly turned his attention to it.

When Ben was much younger, he remembered his father explaining to him the purpose of the large safe built into the wall of the basement. He’d said it was used to not only keep all his money safe but also important documents that he said were only for his eyes and the eyes of anyone he felt he could trust with them. That thought alone brought back some bitter memories as he remembered how angry he always got because his dad never let him look at any of these documents, feeling that his own son wasn’t trustworthy enough to see them. However, the safe was pretty much impossible to get into unless you had the combination (considering it was pretty much part of a thick stone wall and the steel, as his dad had proven, was heatproof and impervious to explosions), and his old man had rigged this thing up good. It had a double combination lock where both combinations were a series of fifteen numbers (thanks to his dad tinkering with them to make it much harder to get access by trying a few different combinations under the belief it was a more standard lock) and if you cracked one but got the combination wrong on the other one on your first try, the first one would relock itself. His dad was always really proud of this thing and how he’d set it up, and something his mother even joked at how much he loved the safe like it was a son to him, though Ben obviously didn’t find that amusing.

His hand had subconsciously slipped into his pocket and pulled out the slip of paper he’d found weeks ago on his mother’s grave before he started the tedious process of turning the dial to get each number. Considering how badly his father wanted to keep anybody, even his own family “for their safety,” out of this safe, for his mom to not only know the combination but be prepared to pass it on to him somehow from beyond the grave made Ben all the more curious as to what was inside. Whatever it was, if he was given the combination then its contents were meant for him, and soon he’d find out what they were as both locks disengaged and he carefully swung it open.

He didn’t know whether or not to be surprised at how little was currently in the safe, figuring any drugs that could’ve been in here were long since handed over to the cartels before his father’s death, but the lack of any lingering money stunned him... unless his dad took it all with him to the grave like the greedy bastard he was. All that was inside was a few sheets of paper and a rather thick-looking envelope. Deciding to check the paper first, Ben pulled them out and thumbed through them, and his eyes went wide as he realized exactly what he was holding.

Ben: “This... this is a dealer and customer list!”

Indeed it was, given all the names on there. It was quite a detailed list too, giving a dealer’s name as well as their usual clients and the times they generally showed up looking for their fix and the rate to charge them. The list was likely well out-of-date now, considering if this list was at its most recent around his father’s death it had been a few years and most of the people on here were likely either dead themselves or had already been put away. Still, Ben decided to hang on to it just in case, but now the envelope caught his attention. He slowly pulled it out and shut the safe, allowing it to relock as he looked it over, and to his surprise his name was written on the front of it. Could his dad have planned all of this?

???: “You hear something? Sounded like it came from downstairs.”

Ben immediately went into panic mode, hearing the voice of what had to be an officer doing their usual search of the place. Acting quickly, Ben left the list on a nearby table, figuring it was far more valuable to the police than it could ever be to him, and tucked the envelope away as he ducked through the secret door and closed it behind him.


Ben remembered how he’d lingered around and heard through the door the surprise of the officer at locating the list he’d left behind and then the argument that ensued over how they hadn’t found it years ago before he took the rest of the passage and got as far away from his house as he could. It had been three weeks since then, but the envelope had been mostly forgotten about and gone unopened as Ben preferred to read it in private, an opportunity he wasn’t getting very much of as SCW intensified their daily activities outside of shows to promote Rise to Greatness the closer it drew. But now that he had an opportunity finally, now was as good a time as any to tear it open and see what it was all about.

The first thing Ben found inside explained why it was so bulky, and it also completely caught him off guard. There was a pretty fat stack of cash tucked inside, and by the looks of it, it was composed almost entirely of hundreds. Ben wasn’t sure how much there was, but if he had to guess he figured it was pretty close to how much he’d made so far in SCW through everything he’d done, considering how thick it was. But that wasn’t all he found inside after he’d managed to pull the wad of cash out. There was also a letter tucked inside as well, and Ben pulled it out and read it out loud to himself.

“To my son,

If you are reading this letter, then you managed to find the combination to my impenetrable safe. I don’t know if this is because you somehow figured out the lengthy double combination or your mother actually passed it along to you somehow, but I hope it’s the latter. I figured it would be much safer in her possession to pass along to you. I know I don’t have a lot of time left, because this cartel business has taught me that I’m just a dead man living on borrowed time, and I have a feeling in the next few days that time will finally run out.

Ben, I know I wasn’t the greatest father in the world. Your mother wasn’t the greatest at being that either, but she still tried to care for you at least, and that’s something I never really attempted. It wasn’t because I didn’t love you Ben, because believe it or not I love you very much. I was mostly afraid of losing you should the day finally come when our rivals stop letting me freely impede on their profits, so I became distant and tried to push you away in hopes that you would perhaps try and get away from your parents, saving yourself in the process. Perhaps, for that reason, being in juvenile hall at the time I write this letter is the best thing that could’ve happened to you. You’ll be safe in there, I’m sure of it, especially since knowledge that I have a son is something very few people actually know about.

I can expect that you will hate me for a long time, perhaps even forever if you never find this letter, and I don’t blame you. I deserve it, even though I was doing what was right for your safety even at the cost of the love and affection I should have given to you as your father. I’m not expecting you to follow in my footsteps, and I would highly recommend against it in hopes that if you find this it isn’t too late for that. But I still want to try and help you forge your own path even if I’m not around anymore, so at least I can perform one truly fatherly act for the child I brought into this world.

I don’t know if you feel comfortable taking some of the money I made from my cartel work, but I want you to have it. Hopefully enough time will have passed where it really can’t be considered “dirty money” anymore. Hopefully it will help you start or even enhance whatever you seek to do with your life once news reaches you of my death. Please just promise me one thing Ben: please forgive me for being such a lousy father to you now that you know why, and always stay safe no matter what you are doing.

Love,
Dad”


The letter dropped from Ben’s hands as he just stared at it in disbelief, but soon he started to comprehend exactly what he’d read. His dad didn’t ignore him on purpose, he did it to try and keep him safe. It may not have seemed “fatherly” at the time, but maybe in his position it was the most fatherly act he could’ve done. As Ben looked at the clock and realized he needed to start heading out to SCW Fanfest or risk being punished for being late, he tucked the letter and the money away to deal with later. But now he felt like a huge burden had been lifted from his soul, and knowing now that his father did truly love him and was just trying to protect him made him feel so much better about the life he’d lived up to this point, and simply motivated him to try and win even more at the Rise to Greatness pre-show now.

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Ben: At long last, Rise to Greatness is upon us, and while others on the pre-show are probably complaining about being here, I’ll gladly take a place on this card solely for one reason. I’m part of a battle royal where the winner gets a shot at the Adrenaline title, and you can bet your ass I plan on winning that shot and then going on to finally lay claim to championship gold. Battle royals have kind of been my thing, in case you haven’t noticed during my time with SCW thus far, and that can only mean great things for me heading into this match. If I’ve made my mark in battle royals so far, why should I stop now and let myself fall short again? That would be muy patético for me, don’t you think?

I have a little list here of everyone else involved in the match, because honestly I wouldn’t remember them otherwise considering they’re nothing but stepping stones to my own personal greatness right now. Feel happy that I’m at least making sure I get everyone so none of you feel left out.

I feel I just have to start with ASAP Scrappy considering how much he’s probably still complaining about me jumping him on his chance to deal with Mary. It’s not my fault I’m just better than you Scrap, and I’ve proven it already once before. You got your hands on her a few times as well as her new pet Pat Evans, so why are you still obsessing over this whole thing? Just suck it up and move on, you big baby. People get hurt all the time, so I’m still questioning why you feel the need to go all loco over this and just HAVE to have revenge on her. Since I know you probably won’t listen because all you can think about is “Mary this” and “Mary that,” consider yourself checked off my list, and honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if you went out first because you throw yourself over the top rope to try and get to her. She’ll probably be standing around at ringside, after all.

Speaking of Pat Evans, I see you’re still trying to prove yourself as Mart’s protégé. How’s that working out for you amigo? Not well, by the looks of it. I can understand losing to me because obviously I’m just better than you, but losing to Scrappy too? For someone who used to be a feared name back in the day, Mary’s sure neutered you upon your return. What made you think teaming up with her was actually going to help you? She’s clearly afraid to get in the ring with me because she knows she’ll find difficulty in succeeding, so is that the kind of person you really believe is going to help bring you back to the top? Considering you’re still just stumbling around in the dark trying to find that old success you never had to begin with, I think it’s safe to say I can cross you off my list and add a little note to remind me of how little a threat you truly are.

Since I already talked about Scrappy, I guess I can’t really ignore his amigo Soopaman Luva being in this match too, now can I? Sadly, it looks like your cojones have healed up since our one on one match a long time back, so the señoritas of the world still have to be afraid of getting anywhere near you. I see you’re still trying to act like you’re some kind of hero too, trying to be the “good person” and do things the “honorable” way while reigning Scrappy in, which doesn’t look like it’s going too well. How do you expect to earn people’s trust and respect if you’re all about that crap when you can’t even get your best friend to return it to you? You’re just like Scrappy and Evans: no threat to me at all, especially since I see you’re still having a difficult time trying to get wins on the board. After I become Adrenaline champion, I might consider giving you a shot if you actually start turning things around, but only because I like the thought of beating you once again and crushing any momentum you think you can put together.

Now we’re on to some of SCW’s newer talent when the name Wally Rosefall comes up. Honestly Wally, just take your ball and go home already, because if you can’t get a win before now then you’re definitely not going to get a win in this match, especially with an opportunity you do not deserve on the line. You clearly aren’t cut out for SCW, so the sooner you realize that the better off things are probably going to be for you. Allow me to introduce myself: I’m Ben McCaron, luchador extraordinaire, and I’m the guy who’s going to be eliminating you from this match because I’m simply better than you. Unlike you, I’m not here to have fun and treat this like it’s a day at Disneyland, I’m here to win and build my legacy from the ground up, and it’s that major difference why I can cross you off my list while considering you to be no threat at all. Have fun on your wild ride out of the ring, amigo.

Then we have Axel Porter, the self-proclaimed “Ironman” and the most experienced competitor in this match. And yet, I think it’s pretty clear that for as much as he wants to hype himself up, he’s way past his prime when he gets relegated to the pre-show of Rise to Greatness, and a guy like him just seems like he wouldn’t be able to look past that despite the proverbial carrot being dangled in front of us on a stick. He had his run, left for a long time, then just recently came back and thinks he’s going to be able to easily recapture that former glory of his, but with a guy like me in this match he won’t be finding it here in Miami. Besides, you’re the only man in this match that’s already had one shot recently at the title, and I recall you failing to take it away from Thomas Watson. Now that he’s lost it to Selena Frost, do you think that somehow betters your chances when you failed to beat the guy she defeated? I think that alone is more than enough reason for me to cross you off my list.

Oh look, another name that’s new to SCW in this match in Jackson Bowker. I know you have plenty of experience elsewhere and managed to win your first two matches alright, but you have yet to face the truly fierce competition that SCW has to offer and Rise to Greatness is going to be your wake-up call as to how much you’re out of your league. I know, what right do I have to tell you this when you have more experience? I’ve battled the fierce competition around here for a while now and I’m adapting to it and joining those ranks for others to deal with, and when you compare me to the likes of Ransom and Ethan Hunt you’ll find a much greater challenge standing before you than the both of them combined. I don’t care what previous battle royal experience you have, because this is starting to become my match and I have no plans on allowing someone like you to beat me at my own game.

Alex Young... now there’s a guy I have a lot to say about, especially after our little run-in on Breakdown. Maybe, just maybe, I consider you my biggest threat in this match, but that’s still not saying a whole lot. All this talk about how you’re the future of SCW, and yet in the present you can’t find the ability to win matches when it truly counts. Good job on winning a match in your hometown, but that doesn’t mean you’re guaranteed to take a title shot that you clearly don’t deserve. Being a rich, arrogant asshole must have its perks when you think the whole world can just be handed to you on a silver platter, huh amigo? But the Adrenaline title opportunity is one thing I’m afraid money can’t buy, and if you think I’m just going to let you lay claim to it without a fight, then I guess you truly have lost your cojones by becoming Kennedy Street’s lapdog and kissing her ass every day. You can stand there and try and tell me otherwise, but I know a perro when I see one. But please, go on and on about how this is your home state and that means you have all the right to win this match. That doesn’t mean anything to me, and it’ll just give me greater satisfaction as I cross you off my list because I know the fall is going to be that much harder for you when you hit the floor.

Back to the new guys with Toshiro Kageyoshi, a guy who thinks he’s impressive just because he can throw a few kicks and managed to knock off a giant or two. Is that supposed to impress me? Giants are slow and predictable, so anyone can beat them if they actually know how to use their brain, and I’d gladly prove it if SCW still had any giants lumbering around. But I see you starting to enter an alliance with Havoc Warrior Exodus and I just can’t help but laugh. Him? Seriously? The guy barely knows how to do anything more than run around looking like an idiota and you decide to join up with him? I could beat both of you in a handicap match on my worst day, that’s how laughable I find this little union of yours. But whatever helps you think you’re actually going to make something of yourself Jackie Chan.

And lastly we have, surprise, another new person to SCW. Alec Jacobs, a man who actually got his first win recently. Congrats amigo, but I’m afraid the ride stops here for you. I see way too many losses on your record and a severe lack of talent to go along with that big body of yours, and while you certainly are the biggest man in this match that doesn’t mean you’re better. Will it be harder to throw you out? Perhaps, but it can be done. Join Wally in getting out of SCW before you embarrass yourself any further, because the longer you stay the more difficult things are going to get for you, trust me.

That takes care of my little list, and I think I’ve made my point loud and clear. This match is mine for the taking, and anyone who thinks they’re going to stop me will simply wonder why they’re suddenly on the floor while my hand is being raised in victory. Selena Frost, I am coming for your title and when it comes time for us to face off, I will take what should have been mine long ago. There will finaly be SCW gold around my waist, and the whole world will simply stop and stare in amazement as they realize Ben McCaron has finally arrived and there will be no stopping me now.
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OCC: Didn't have the time for a Luva rp but I wanted to wrap the angle I was going for here and thought it was better to do it with Scrappy. Actually pretty damn happy with how this turned out. Best of luck to all of you!


This Is The End...My Only Friend The End...

My whole life I've held out hope that maybe their is a God looking over us that throws hell at us at every turn just to test us and make us stronger. That the battles we go through on a daily basis actually mean something and that we aren't just getting tortured just for the hell of it.

I've always been optimistic. I've never fully converted or been one of the church going people but I've always in my own crazy ass way believed in a higher power. I've been through my share of pain maybe more then the normal everyday cat but it seems like every other day it's just gets worse and worse.

I mean damn, even through all the trials and tribulations a man is due for something good to happen in his life right? They say everybody has their good and bad days but to me it just seems like God just skips over me and let's the devil keep taking a shit on me day after day.

I mean what the hell does a man gotta' do to feel God's mercy and grace? What does a man gotta' do to get God to reach out and make a man a believer? It just seems like everyday I battle with the devil and just barely make it out alive.

Like for real God, how the fuck are you gonna' let Typhoid Mary eat at my soul for months and let her hide, then when she finally shows her face your gonna' let her skip out on the biggest night in the business and not let me get mine? You thought giving me Pat Evans was throwin' a dog a bone?

Get the fuck outta' here. To think for one god damn minute I thought you actually cared when you "blessed me" with a one on one shot at the Underground title just to fuck with me on the same night letting Mary show her face knowing damn well I'm gonna' snap and forget all about Auclair. Knowing I thirst for my shot at the devil...

I mean what kind of sick fucking joke was that God? I thought you were all about good over evil? How the hell are you gonna' let David get his shot at Goliath, yet you can't let Scrappy get his shot at the devil? How the hell are you gonna' give Dawn Lohan and Simon Lyman random ass one on one shots, let Kelcey get countless shots at the world title but you can't even give me Typhoid Mary?

Yeah I heard about Job and how you damn near killed his whole family and ruined his life just to test his faith but how the hell am I suppose to wait any longer? I'm been waiting damn near eight long months for my shot at redemption yet you just keep wanting to mess with my emotions like this is just one sick joke. Like your sittin' up there laughing at me.....

Motherfucker I'm nobodies punchline. You just sat up there while I destroyed myself after a promising boxing career. You just sat up there and watched while Smash abandoned me to let CHBK and Rayvn Taylor beat on me until Soopaman came to my rescue. You just sat there while Mary damned near killed me by putting me through that table on fire. Now you just continue to test my patience while I have dreams and nightmares about getting back in the ring with her EACH AND EVERY NIGHT. That's over two hundred and forty nights of mostly nightmares....

I'm done. You gonna' bless every other motherfucker in the locker room that do nothin' by lie, cheat, and steal their way to the top everyday yet you can't throw the one dog a bone that actually fights for the right cause. Fuck you and Fuck that bullshit Adrenaline showcase! You think you can distract me with that bullshit while Mary runs around and continues to hurt the innocent?

Fuck that I'll get it done my damn self. At the end of the day all we got is us and if we sit back waiting for some fairytale ending the devils gonna continue to fuck us in the ass. I won't lay down for anybody, you'll see. When I die and go to hell at least they'll know I died on my own terms and did what i could to make a difference. At least I had the balls to scrap with devil. If it is the end of me at least I can die knowing I gave it all I got. That my name meant something and even if Scrapping with God and The Devil was the death of me at least I lived up to my name. Scrap or die...



July 12
Birmingham, Alabama
Shortly After The SCW Houseshow


(Scrappy is seen walking the street in innercity Birmingham wearing a dark brown trenchcoat, black pants, with a black du-rag wrapped around his head on a hot summer night which is evident by the sweat dripping down Scrappy’s face from being overdressed as he smokes on a newport 100 cigarette. He constantly looks to his left and right with an alert look on his face as he walks towards a phone booth which sits on a street corner in front of a local corner store. Scrappy slides the door open, steps inside, turns around, and looks both ways down the street before suspiciously closing the door behind him. He reaches into his pocket and picks out a few quarters before dropping them inside the machine and dialing a number. The phone line is heard ringing before a female voice is heard on the other side of the line. It’s a british female voice which obviously points out he’s on the phone with his…..”women” or whatever you’d call it even though Scrappy won’t acknowledge her as such. A$AP Exotic answers on the other line as Scrappy continues to stay on alert and watch his surroundings around the phone booth.)

“How’s it goin’ with the new crib?”

(Scrappy takes a hit out of his cigarette while listening to Exotic’s response on the other end of the line.)

“It’s good actually. I like the peace and quiet. I know Luva needs his space and it actually worked out well.”

(Scrappy exhales the smoke from his mouth as he nods his head to the good news.)

“Good...good. No hard feelings. That’s what’s up. The man’s hookin’ you up and teaching you the ropes, the least we can do is give the man some space. How is the man anyway? I didn’t see him tonight. Is he back home?”

“Yeah he came home but I think he’s a little down about losing the match the other day to Havoc. Maybe they let him have a couple nights off.”

(Scrappy shrugs his shoulders while taking another hit and exhaling it quickly.)

“Shiiiiit….he beat the man before so I know that one hurt. It is what it is though, you win some and you lose some….He say anything about last week and what happened when he left the bar?”

“No, but he did get a long call from the SCW which he didn’t look to happy about. They must of found out.”

“Shit I’ve had my own run in’s with po-lice I’m sure they just wanted to make sure he was workin’. I don’t even go home and I don’t have the time to get into any shit so I doubt he does...”

“You should try and cheer him up Scrap. I know you’re busy hunting down that damn woman but I’m sure you could find some time to hang out. I know he loved going to that fight with you last month. He said that was the first time he’s seen you actually be you since you came back…”

(Scrappy shrugs his shoulders.)

“I can’t…”

“Why not?”

“She’s got people on me…”

“What?”

“She’s watchin’ me….I know she is….”

(Scrappy scopes out the area outside the phone booth again before taking another quick hard hit from the cigarette like a crack head hitting the pipe.)

“She’s followin’ me I know it….She tryin’ to mess with my head by stalkin’ me down…”

“Scrappy what the hell are you talking about?”

(A car slowly creeps up down the street and pulls off to the curb right across the street from him and parks before the lights on the car slowly turn off. It catches Scrappy’s attention and is enough to spook him.)

“Look, I gotta’ go. I send my love….peace…”

“WAIT….”

(Scrappy hangs the phone up and quickly exits the booth while never losing his focus on the car that parked on the other side of the street. He starts to walk up the street as the cars light turn back on which spook him even more. He looks back to see the car pull off the curb and start to drive in his direction. Scrappy starts to walk faster as he tosses the cigarette to the curb. The car passes him and Scrappy stares through the passenger side window and feels the glares from the drivers seat staring right back at him as the cars passes by. The car drives a little bit further before making a right turn as Scrappy stare’s it down the whole way. He then pulls out another cigarette and lights it in his mouth before taking a huge hit and exhaling deeply as the scene fades to black.)


20 minutes Later

(Twenty minutes later Scrappy arrives back at his motel room where he has a bottom level floor room of a 2 level motel that he walks up too. He isn’t a Shaun Cruze, Kelcey Wallace, or Syren to get the fancy digs but hell as long as the SCW’s paying, it’s a place to lay your head right? He approaches the door and is about to scan his card as he notices car lights behind him out of the corner of his eye. He turns around to see the same car from earlier parked across the street from the motel. Scrappy’s hands start to shake as he drops the key card on the floor. He reaches down to pick it up and is startled as the car lights turn off. Scrappy leans back up and turns his head to glare at the car across the street for a moment before turning back around to scan himself into his room. He opens the door and shuts it quickly behind him before rushing over to fold-in metal chair which sits next to his bed. He grabs the chair and folds out right in front of the large window and slightly opens the blinds just so he can get a look at what's going on outside. He takes a seat on the chair and lights up another cigarette as he continues to stare out into the street.)

“She ain’t man enough to step into the ring with me but still wanna’ play these games….it’s all good! Go ahead Mary! I can play them games too! You can’t scare me!”

(This sudden boost of confidence sends him back up to his feet and to door where he throws the door open before looking out to the car across the street before shouting.)

“YOU THINK YOU CAN SCARE ME DEVIL? YOU JUST REMEMBER WHO’S REALLY SHOOK BITCH! YOU AIN’T BAD ENOUGH TO SEE ME ONE ON ONE BUT YOU CAN SEND YOUR GOONS OUT TO STALK ME!....YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOUR DOIN’? WELL I GOTTA MESSAGE FOR THAT BITCH! I AIN’T SCARED OF THE DEVIL! I’LL TAKE YOU AND GOD AT THE SAME DAMN TIME! HOW YOU GONNA’ BE THE BIG BAD DEVIL YET IN THE STREETS AT NIGHT? KEEP PLAYIN’ THESE GAMES BITCH! I’LL TAKE YOU TO HELL AGAIN! TRY ME!”

(Scrappy puts his cigarette back in his mouth and sticks out both his middle fingers to the car parked across the street. He smirks sadistically before turning around and walks back into his motel room. He slams the door shut and takes off his coat before throwing it to the floor revealing a black wifebeater underneath. He sits back down in the chair and looks out the window breathing heavily as the car across the street suddenly turns on and pulls off down the street.)

“Yeah that’s what I thought….tell that little girl to come see me! I got all night!”

(Scrappy takes another hit out of the cigarette and continues to stare out the window as his chest constantly pumps in and out rapidly from adrenaline as the scene fades to black…)

”IT’S TIME TO DIE BITCH! NO MORE RUNNIN’!”


(Scrappy lunges across the outside area of the ring with a steel chair at Typhoid Mary who’s on one knee recovering from a previous strike. Scrappy swings the chair right at her face only for her to disappear into smoke as the chair swings right through it touching nothing but air. Scrappy stops and his eyes light up in shock as he hears Mary’s evil laugh in his ear coming from right behind him. He quickly turns around and swings the chair at the same time only again to hit air before feeling an arm come up under him and deliver a vicious low blow from behind! Scrappy immediately drops the chair and holds his crotch while Mary grabs the back of his head and drives it straight into the top of the announcer’s table. Scrappy drops to a knee briefly as Mary goes to grab him again. Scrappy lunges up off his knee with a big right hand that Mary side step’s right away. She laughs right in his face as commentary from Jonathan Knots can be heard from behind the announcers table.)

“This idiot can’t even touch her! She’s making him look like a drunk crackhead!”

(Suddenly Sharper Interupts)

“It’s like somehow she became invisible! The devil is alive and well here tonight!”

(Knots laughs)

“Mary it’s time to send this jackass straight to hell once and for all! I’m so happy this is the last time we’ll have to see this idiot!”

(Scrappy throws a left hand after the right that again Mary side steps and laughs off. Scrappy lunges out to grab her but again Mary just disappears right in front of him. Scrappy’s face looks terrified even though he tries to hold it back. Suddenly the setting instantly turns into smoke and suddenly clears up with Scrappy standing right on top of a ladder reaching for the Adrenaline title. Scrappy can hear Sharper from the announcers table shouting that he’s about to win the Adrenaline title until suddenly Mary’s laughter is heard from the bottom of the ladder. Scrappy looks down and sees Mary and watches her tip over the ladder causing Scrappy to fly off to the outside! Scrappy flies towards the floor when all the sudden the floor disappears from beneath him and he starts falling down a deep seemingly endless pit with nothing but hundreds of flamming tables piled up hundreds of feet below him. All he can hear is Mary’s laughter as takes the terrifying long drop down before crashing down into the tables as the scene suddenly fades to black.)


*GASP*

(Suddenly Scrappy wakes up in the metal steel chair in front of the window in his motel room. He holds his chest as again it feels like his heart is about to pop out. He feels up and down his body to make sure he’s ok before noticing something horrible to the left of him out of the corner of his eye. He slowly turns his head to see his door opened wide! Scrappy is absolutely shook as he immediately jumps up and shuts the door before relocking it quickly. He breathes heavily and looks around the room to see everything just as it was. He then takes a peek out of the window before seeing the car parked right across the street again with the lights on. The car then slowly pulls off again into the street and drives away as Scrappy stands there shook with his mouth wide open as the scene fades too black….)


The Next Morning….

(A store door bell is heard as A$AP Scrappy is seen tossing his cigarette out onto the street before he walks into the Birmingham Pistol Parlor in southeast Birmingham, Alabama. Scrappy walks up to the clerk wearing his dark brown trenchcoat with a black du rag above his head. An older looking white guy with a bald spot on the top of his head and bottle thick glasses stands behind the counter with all kinds of gun lined behind him. He sees Scrappy and looks worrisome but tries to greet him in a kind southernly manner.)

“How can I help ya today sir?”

(Scrappy takes a glance around the store as he walks up to the counter before leaning over it to talk to the owner.)

“I...I need some protection….”

(The owner looks startled as he uses a finger to push his glasses up his face before answering nervously.)

“Wh-what kind of protection are we talkin’ son?”

“Anything…”

(The owner shakes his head.)

“We-well sir we offer a wide variety. I have pistols of course, nine millimeters, forty-fives, and even a wide variety of Smithen Weston's.”

(Scrappy leans away from the counter and glares at the owner.)

“What the hell do I look like motha….? Do I look like I want to catch a charge? Just because I wear a Du-rag you think I wanna’ go shoot up the block or somethin’?”

(The owner blinks nervously as he shakes his head no and continues to stutter.)

“Na-na-no sir! I’m really sorry if I offended you. We also carry pepper spray, stun guns, and tasers if that’s what you're looking for….”

(Scrappy shakes his head and smirks before looking back up at the owner.)

“MOTHERF….MAN do I look like some blonde with big tits that got creeper problems? Do I look like Pamela Anderson? Do I look like I have Borat problems? Do I look like I have a british man dressed up like a fake arab trying to tackle me for a movie on a video camera?....I don’t even have a license for something that kills and I need something more intimidating than something that will fit inside my purse…”

(Scrappys smirks at the owner who wipes his forehead and then points to his right.)

“Well if ya want somethin’ that’s non-leeethalll and has a kick to ‘er then I suggest you look at the BB or Airsoft guns over there. You’ll probably want in the 200-300 power range to scare someone off. Anything less will jus’ tickle.”

(Scrappy raises his arms up with a big smile on his face.)

“MY MAN!”

(He then walks over to airsoft/BB gun section as the scene fades to black.)


Later That Night…

Later that night outside of the same motel room he was staying at the night before Scrappy is seen standing outside of the room staring across the street at the car that has been parked outside his window for the last day. Scrappy smirks in it’s direction before turning around and taping a note to the door before walking inside the room. From the outside of the motel we can see Scrappy close the curtains and a few seconds later the light from the room turns off. After about ten minutes of no movement the door from the car across the street opens up and out walks a large muscular bald italian man. He looks both ways and runs across the street as he heads in the direction of Scrappy’s motel room. He walks up to the door and pulls off the note before reading it aloud.

“Turn around……..”

*Whistling of “The Farmer And The Dell” Is Heard*

(The man looks confused at the note and caught off guard by the disturbing whistling as he turns his head and looks up to see Scrappy standing right next to him from about ten feet away with what looks like a shotgun pointed at him. The man at first is startled but then starts to burst out laughing as he sees the orange plastic tip of the shotgun. He points and continues to laugh while slapping his knee.)

“What the hell is that? A cap gun?! hahahaha Is noise suppose to scare me off? I’m not a bear you stupid son of a bitch!”

(Scrappy smirks and starts to laugh with him before pointing the gun at his leg and shooting him right in the knee cap! The smile immediately is removed from Scrappy’s face as the gun falls to ground holding his knee.)

“SON OF BITCH! I’M GONNA’ KILL YOU!”

(Scrappy walks up to him and points the airsoft shotgun at the man’s dick.)

“Hurts doesn’t it?....Try anything slick and I can take that dick out of commission for quite some time homey….Now tell me...where the hell is she?”

(The man winces in pains for a moment before looking up in confusion.)

“Ahhhh….what the hell are you talking about?”

(Scrappy shoots the pavement right next to his head as the man covers up.)

“Forget the dick, next lie and I’m taking that eye! It’s only fitting right? An eye for an eye? She took my eye now I gotta take one back.”

“Dude what the hell are you talking about?”

“Typhoid Mary, where the hell is that bitch hiding? Why can’t she face me face to face? Am I suppose to be scared? I’m not gonna’ ask again….”

(Scrappy points the gun at his face as the man covers up in fear.)

“Ok, ok I’m sorry. I honestly don’t know what your talking about guy, Raul sent me….”

(Scrappy’s head jerks back and his eye squint as he’s caught by surprise.”

“The hell?.....”

“He’s knows you're a friend of That Sooperman Luver guy….he just wanted me to follow you…”

“Man what did I tell you about lying?”

“No-No-No WAIT! I’m telling the truth. We’ve been bribing the check in people at the airports and been tracking you like that. You don’t know how easy it is since you're a wrestler. All you have to do is pretend you're a fan and want an idea of where the next shows gonna’ be. Raul is loaded but he still wants his money from Luverman. He won’t stop until he gets it. He just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t get in the way….He’s knows your only one who’d actually make a move and we didn’t even know if you knew...”

“How much he want?”

“Twenty five grand….”

“For what?”

“I don’t know….I think because he gave Luva money to quit the SCW before and train another kid and then start his own wrestling promotion….”

(Scrappy pulls the airsoft gun up and exhales deeply. He starts to bite his lip as he looks back down at the man who slowly brings his hands away from his face.)

“I can’t believe this fool….he’s suppose to be my boy….I told him to come to me if he needed some help….I told him I’d have his back…”

(Scrappy shakes his head as the man slowly starts to push himself to his feet.)

“Go ahead man, get the hell outta here….but don’t ever let me catch you creepin’ on me again….And tell the boy he’ll have his money after Rise To Greatness….you have my word….”

(The man nods his head and starts to limp away as Scrappy continues to shake his head in anger as the scene fades to black….)



July 24th: Miami, Florida
...2 Days Before Rise 2 Greatness….


(The scene picks up outside of a diner where Scrappy is seen wearing that brown trenchcoat with the black du-rag around his head as a taxi cab pulls up right in front of him. Scrappy is whistling “A Hunting We Will Go” as one of the backseat doors of the taxi cab opens up we see a head with long wavy brown hair with golden highlights in the hair poke out from inside. They step out of the car and turn towards Scrappy to reveal themselves as A$AP Exotic. She has large brown sunglasses over her face which still do not take away from the giant beautiful smile that came across her face once she saw Scrappy. She was a white tank top blue jean short shorts as she suddenly sprints towards Scrappy and goes to jump on him only hit complete air as he side steps. Scrappy doesn’t miss a note of the whistling as he continues to stare at the other backseat door of the taxi cab as it finally opens up. Scrappy sees the man in the back pay the cab before stepping out. It’s The Soopaman Luva with a white du-rag, a white wifebeater, and baggy blue jean shorts. He looks at Scrappy and smiles as the taxi cab pulls off. Scrappy continues to whistle as the Cab pulls out of the parking lot. Luva walks up to Scrappy with his hand raised out trying to get some dap from Scrappy until suddenly the whistling stops and Scrappy pulls out that same airsoft shotgun right at Luva’s face. Luva’s hands immediately go up in shock but only for a brief moment as he also starts laugh as he notices the orange plastic tip of the shogun pointed at his face. He drops his hands and starts to laugh as he points at the tip and looks over at Exotic who also looked a little worried there for a second.)

“This guy!......I ain’t gonna’ lie you had me there for a second….”

(Luva and Exotic both laugh as Scrappy just stares him down with a stone cold glares. Luva notices the hostility and the smile immediately fades from his face.)

“What’s goin’ on man? What’s with the face?”

“Yeah Scrappy what’s a’matter?”

(Scrappy immediately turns to Exotic.)

“Stay out of it…”

(She immediately grows silent as Scrappy turns his attention to Luva.)

“You wanna’ know “what’s up?” Do you really wanna know “what’s up”? Do you know what its like to breathe, sleep, and eat Typhoid Mary for eight god damn months? You know what's it’s like to think about gettin’ your hands on her everyday of your life?”

“Scrap…”

“No hold on motherfucker I’m not done...You know what it’s like to think the bitch you’ve been wanting to slaughter for the longest time has people following you ? You know what it’s like to wake up with your front door wide open knowin’ somebody is outside watching? You know what that fear is like and then come to find out it’s only some punk followin’ me because your dumbass friend hasn’t paid up to some shithead?”

(Luva’s looks away at Scrappy ashamed of himself.)

“What’s up homey? I thought I could trust you? I thought I told you I had ya back? I thought I told you if you had a problem I would help you out? Yet you won’t even come to me with this shit?”

“Scrappy look man...let’s focus on the match and deal with this la….”

(Scrappy again interrupts while shaking his head.)

“Nah fuck that, I don’t think you know what it’s like...I thought I could trust you. I thought you were better than A$AP Smash but it turns out you're just a little punk ass just like him….When you gonna’ leave me out in the cold like he did? When are you gonna’ abandon me?”

“Scrappy stop!”

“Girl what did I just say?”

(Suddenly Luva erupts!)

“Your one to talk Scrappy. We waited three months for you too come back and ever since you’ve came back you’ve done nothin’ but act like a god damn fool! Wanting to pick fights with everybody...ruthlessly assaulting Aaron Ruppy who I was cool with for no goddamn reason whatsoever. Chasin’ William Mason through the stands even though he hadn’t seen Mary for just as long as you had...then you wanna go toe to toe with Silas’s world in the parking lot by yourself? Tryin’ to go blow for blow with Auclair who just dethroned the most vicious reigh of terror the Underground ever saw? You can’t believe half the shit you just said. You’ve lost your damn mind! Your mind hasn’t been right since you been back. Maybe you should of stayed in that damn looney bin. Would of saved us the damn headache!”

“Aw, word? That’s funny because ever since I came back you’ve acted like nothing but a little bitch! Talking all this talk like you wanna’ save the world yet you don’t have the heart to stand in there and stare those monsters in the eye! Always tryin’ to hold me back and “look out for my saftey.” BITCH LOOK WHAT MARY DID TO MY EYE! (He points to his fake left eye.) “Do I look like I need savin’? I will end my career scrappin’ before I run away like a damn scared little girl.”

(Luva shakes his head.)

“You really don’t get it do you? You had the chance of a lifetime against Auclair and you blew it trippin’ over that chick because you were so shook like a little girl who just saw a ghost! You have the chance of a lifetime this sunday to get another title shot yet you still wanna trip over this bitch! Your so stupid it’s not even funny! You know she’s just clownin’ you because she won’t get in the ring with you again. It’s not gonna’ happen, she’s just messin’ with you’re head because she knows how pissed off you get! You just gotta move on! It’s a new day…”

“Like I said you just don’t have the heart. You’re not a real soldier. That title don’t mean shit to me compared to taking Typhoid Mary down. Winning that belt don’t mean a damn thing and doesn’t change what Typhoid Mary has done to me. If I gotta wait my whole damn thing, its whatever. If I win a few titles on the way, it whatever. Either way I’m gonna’ make Mr. D pay up. Even if I gotta destroy all nine of you motherfuckers this weekend to get him to give me what I want! That means you too! Don’t think if you get in my way I won’t smack the living taste out ya mouth!”

(Luva shrugs his shoulders as Exotic stands on the sidelines biting her lips.)

“If it’s gonna be like, then so be it. Soopaman ain’t scurrrrd….”

“It’s all in the game yo…”

(Scrappy walks towards Luva and bumps into his shoulder causing Luva to take a step back. Luva glares at Scrappy at he walks towards the diner entrance while Exotic stands on the side shaking her head as the scene fades to black….)


Rumble On The Beach….

(The scene begins with Scrappy walking along an empty boardwalk in a black wifebeater and baggy blue jeans while smoking a cigarette as he stares into the camera.)

“I thought Rise To Greatness was suppose to be somethin’ special? I thought Rise To Greatness was suppose to be where rookies become superstars and superstars become legends yet thanks to Mr. D’s punk ass this has to be the whackest night of the whole entire year. I mean damn at least every other time I had a problem we were able to fight it out when it mattered most. Sure I came up short more than I came up on top but it was the principle of putting your money where yo’ mouth is. Letting your fist do the rest of the talking. Yet my biggest problem to date hangs above my head on the biggest night of the year and his stupid ass won’t even let me get the slightest bit of closure….”

(Scrappy takes a hit from his cigarette and exhales while shaking his head as he continues to walk towards the camera.)

“I really think we fixin’ to have a problem with each other D….Tell me how Typhoid Mary can sign up to the number entrant at Taking Hold Of The Flame, yet you don’t say A DAMN THING about her not being under contract then, only for her to troll us all like an internet tough guy by letting that has-been she hangs with take her spot the minute before the match actually begins. Now all the sudden she ain’t under contract? You don’t make any sense homey. How come Rachael Frost and Stacey Kissingergot hunted down on a daily basis by security to get thrown out, yet you just let Typhoid Mary walk freely? I mean come on man...you really expect me to believe this shit? Obviously we have a problem and if you don’t start givin’ me what I want people are gonna’ start gettin’ hurt….”

(Scrappy smirks as he ashes his cigarette.)

“You thought what I did to Aaron Ruppy was bad? You thought I was wildin’ out when I came right at Mary’s throat at the beginning of Taking Hold Of The Flame? Maaaaaaannnnn...ha, you don’t know the half of what I’m capable of. All these other fools wanna talk slick and make threats at you but I don’t give a fuck what you can do to me Mr. D. If I find out your holding out on me and Mary can’t fight, I will put my hands on. The locker room might think I’m a joke but when my foots on your throat and your head is soaked in a pool of your own blood...you’re gonna’ wish you had every last one of those damn chumps there to save you...So please….PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE just do yourself a favor, save your own damn life, and give me Typhoid Mary….I won’t stop until I get her. The longer you wait the more bodies will fall…..”

(Scrappy takes on last hit before flicking the cigarette bud off the pier. He exhales through his nose as a cloud of smoke comes over him.)

“Mr. D watch closely this weekend. I know it’s only the pre-show but let the medical bills start early! ha! You got nine people who’s lives are in danger...I tried to be nice...I tried to be patient but the more you mess with my head the more heads I gotta drop. Ben McCaron thought he earned a shot at Mary before me which was the funniest shit I ever heard in my life. Tell that damn puto he better spend all them damn peso’s because if he comes at me disrespectful again in the ring this weekend, I’m gonna’ send him back to Mexico and that’ll be the last check he sends his family. Pat Evans you already know what’s up your gonna’ be the first sorry ass that gets it. I gotta send you a message to give to Mary since she don’t have the Ovaries to step to me. Alex Young I know you’ve went toe to toe with Soopaman a few times now but the problem is I’m not Soopaman. I’m not here to win I’m here to force D to give me Mary and if that means rippin’ that pretty boy face off your head and fedex’ing it to Kennedy then so be it. You’ve been warned. Alex Porter you had your shot just like I did before at the Adrenaline title but like me you fell. The problem is if you even want to see another chance at that strap you might as well just pull out now. I’ll leave you lookin’ so bad your little girlfriend will be lookin’ for another man to gold dig off of. The rest are the new blood of this company but how you gonna’ be the stars of tomorrow if you have no future messin’ with me? If your gonna’ step to me you best not miss! This isn’t just about throwing each other over the top rope...This is about absolutely destroying every last one of you to the point where D has to come out and beg me to stop. So if that’s what you want your big debut at Rise To Greatness to be then shit….The More the Merrier! Even Soopaman Luva ain’t safe. It’s about time the student steps up to the veteran see who the better man anyway. Not to mention I don’t like the way he ran his mouth off to the me the other day. I will run right through Soopaman if it gives me one last dance with the devil….So be warned. Scrappy ain’t here to play. Scrappy’s here to bleed and send you packin’. This is the big show ya’ll...You best bring your A game because if you don’t come correct, BOOM! It’s off with ya neck!”

(Scrappy starts laugh as he turns away and starts to walks the opposite way down the boardwalk as the scene fades to black.)
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Here's my Alec Jacobs RP for this match. The first part is CD and is off-camera, and the last part is the on-camera promo. Sorry this effort seems so much crappier than my work for McCaron, but I spent most of my creative energy on Ben since I feel he's my bigger character right now. Again, best of luck everyone in this match!



He’d done it.

Alec Jacobs had finally gotten his first win in SCW, and he couldn’t be happier about it. While some might question why he’d be happy considering HOW he won, the fact of the matter was that he won. More importantly, that all-important first win brought him a bigger paycheck, which was a necessity right now in order to lend some help to his family to deal with the bills. After hearing his brothers talking about the financial situation they were now in and letting that thought run through his mind as he stood there in the ring, watching as Angelica Jones laid out Stacy Kissinger and left her laying on the ramp, he knew he just had to take the win in order to get that little extra pay, so without a second thought he threw her back in the ring and planted her again for good measure before picking up the three count that was music to his ears.

One would wonder how Alec would live with himself considering how he won, especially when he’d always held a bit of honor and respect in everything that he did considering that’s how he was bred by his high school sports teams, but he was starting to see how useless sportsmanship was going to be in the wrestling world, especially a company like SCW where everyone was just out for #1 and if you weren’t doing the same you weren’t going to get very far. It actually felt a bit liberating for him to stop holding back and simply just rely on the instincts of his inner beast to handle things, and he had no plans on stopping now if that was what was going to start getting him wins around here.

Alec had just gotten to the hotel he’d be staying at in Miami and checked in to his room, wanting to have a bit of time to himself before he needed to start getting ready for the weekend of festivities that SCW was having to celebrate Rise to Greatness, including the show itself. The first thing he’d have to worry about was the Fanfare event the next morning, but that would be dealt with then. Right now he wanted to look over a few things he’d brought with him in order to prepare not for the match he had on the Rise to Greatness pre-show on Saturday, but rather for the additional opportunity he’d managed to get set up for when he was able to return home to Toledo. Right now the name of the game was making money in order to help out his family more than he has been until things start getting better for his brothers on the work front, and he was hoping this opportunity would do just that, even if he didn’t have much time to get acquainted with the aspects of his new job if he got it.

Alec was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of his phone going off. He cast it an annoyed glance before checking who it was, and he smiled when he saw Eric’s name on the caller ID. He’d mailed his check home to his brothers to cash for him to use it for whatever they’d need it for as the end of the month approached, what with him being unable to head straight home right now, but he hadn’t actually heard from them yet to know if they got it alright or not. Well, it was time to answer and find out.

Alec: Hey Eric, what’s up?

Eric: I could ask you the same question Alec.

Alec: Not much, I just got to my hotel in Miami. Going to rest up and then prepare for all these SCW events over the weekend, especially that big battle royal I’m in for an Adrenaline title shot.

Eric: I can understand, but that’s not what I meant actually. I was referring to what we saw on Breakdown two weeks ago?

Alec: Oh, that... are you really going to give me shit about that? And why not do it sooner?

Eric: I’m not looking for a fight Alec. I’d have called sooner, but I got a little tied up because I was approached by a few clients recently and finally have some more work again. Some of them wanted me to get them work ASAP, even if they don’t fully understand this stuff takes time, but I’m not going to lose clients when we’re in bad shape financially.

Alec: I heard when you, Austin and Drew were talking a few weeks ago when I was still in town.

Eric: I figured you did. By the way, I cashed your paycheck and the money’s definitely going to help us with next month’s bills. But still, kind of weird seeing you just abandon everything that made you who you were from football and all the other sports you were in.

Alec: It was that whole thing about us being in financial trouble, and me just being sick of losing all the time. We needed help, and I had to do something to contribute more than I have been in this economy.

Eric: ...just don’t let this change who you are Alec. I know you can get pretty nasty when you want to, and I don’t care if this is the kind of guy you want to be in the ring now. But please try to leave it in the ring, alright?

Alec: No worries on that, especially when I have a job interview waiting for me when I get back home after Rise to Greatness.

Eric: Job interview? For what? You’re already busy enough on an SCW schedule, now you’re trying to add another company too?

Alec: It’s not another wrestling promotion, and this is more of a part time kind of thing just to bring in a little extra dough and help us out even more. I can tell you more about it when I get home.

Eric: Alright then. Just don’t overdo it, alright? That won’t help out your wrestling career or our family at all.

Alec: I understand Eric. Catch you later.

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Alec: Rise to Greatness is here at last, and I’m not surprised that I’m on the pre-show, to be honest. Let’s face it, I’ve pretty well sucked in my first few weeks here, and no matter how hard I worked and prepared and trained I just couldn’t get a win on the board. I think it’s only natural to say that I was frustrated by everything, but now here I am heading into the biggest show of the year with my first win under my belt and a little momentum in my favor, and that’s all I needed in order to finally get the ball rolling.

I know a lot of you are questioning why I did what I did against Stacy Kissinger. Why take an easy win after she got laid out? I know I told her that I was going to do it “fair and square” but you know what? She was actually right, there’s really nothing to gain if you don’t win period. I tried being a nice guy to her and she decided to play dirty against me, so you know what? Win by any means necessary if it means you finally get that elusive first win, right? I could care less now if she wants to whine about it, because she’s just a hypocrite that starts drama when she’s been campaigning for a drama-free SCW for god knows how long now. But now that I have this first win, I don’t want to go back to losing, so you know what? It’s time to stop being such a nice guy, it’s clearly not working out for me, so let’s try doing whatever it takes to get the win because it’s already working wonders for me.

Besides, the pre-show has rewarded me for my first win with a rather interesting opportunity. I’ve been thrown into an “Adrenaline Showcase” battle royal where the winner gets a shot at the Adrenaline title, and SCW championship gold is starting to sound like a pretty good addition to my trophy case right about now. It’s a big opportunity, and while I was content with just making some kind of mark in the Taking Hold of the Flame battle royal, this time around I’m not going to settle for anything less than a victory.

One benefit I have heading into this match is that I’m the biggest guy in it, and I don’t care that there’s nine other men in this match that all have the same chance that I do. Size matters in a battle royal, and I’m going to take full advantage of mine to leave my mark in this match as opponent after opponent goes flying over the top rope and out of the ring. Let them talk whatever shit they want to, because it’s irrelevant to me now. I’m a new man, more focused than ever before and no longer holding anything back in that ring. Selena Frost, I’m coming for you and your title, and this train’s not going to stop until it’s run right over everybody in its path and that title is sitting around my waist.
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ooc: Here's my effort for the battle royal, once again back on the layout now that my Webs account stuff is dealt with. The character of Nick Biloxi belongs to a handler in the fed I recently took a hiatus from in order to focus more on SCW and is used with permission. Good luck everyone, really enjoying this time of year for SCW!

Promo #12 - Rise to Greatness Adrenaline Showcase
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