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| The Voice | Apr 6 2016, 11:00 AM Post #1 |
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OOC: Another episode of the ever outspoken and controversial Vixen Cain. No... no one has to use this idea for the tournament. I ALWAYS leave open an option to just ignore my lunatic rantings! Haha! [align=center] ![]() Ok… so where do we begin. WhaT? OH THIS? This thing right here? Oh no big deal, it’s just the SCW TELEVISION TITLE! Look at it! It’s beautiful! Granted, I had to have it cleaned. REALLY cleaned… like it was a 400 dollar bill when it was said and done. I dumped so much money into removing every last stain that was on that thing. Can you blame me? Think of whose had their hands on this thing before. Found Marshall’s dried up sperm stains, D’Angelo’s self righteous stench, Wiseman’s hypocritical marks, and Craig Thomas’ mediocrity all dripping off this thing. But now, it’s clean… and ready to begin anew with me. So whose first on the hit list for this thing… NO WAY! No Freaking way! Hahahaaaa! *CUE TITLE CREDITS* Oh this is fantastic! Jake Freaking Starr! Jake ‘I AM ON A COMEBACK THAT WILL NEVER COME’ Starr! How many times have I beaten this guy? How many times have I actually said ‘Jake… I am going to beat you’ and done exactly that? Oh, and no, before we go any further… NO THIS NOT BURYING… This is the truth. I am currently sitting at home, in my underwear, typing this out, and watching Family Guy on Netflix and I am ALWAYS kicking your ass! And yet… here you are! Trying to claw your way to ANYTHING, and I mean ANYTHING to give your name the tiniest amount of credibility. And by that, I mean beating me. Except now, beating me has a SHIT TON of credibility to offer. Because now, I have the SCW TV title. A title, I had not expected to get, but now that I have it… well let’s just say that I can’t use the classic line ‘Hey Jake, you never said you wanted the title so therefore it must mean nothing to you’. Believe me, I thought about it. I thought about riding that bastard into the sunset for the next two hours, because let’s face it, you are going to run the same off hand, boring speech that we all know and tolerate. Ahem: Hi, I’m Jake Starr. I’m a former SCW World Champion and I am starting to doubt myself, but I can’t doubt myself because I am still the greatest World Champion of all time. There was once a time when the SCW bowed to me. And then for some reason, not completely my fault, I am the farthest thing from that. And even though I say this every single time… I am about to turn it all around and bring those good times back! How was that? Was I close? I also do a killer John Wayne, pilgrims! Anyway, here’s the thing… I can’t pretend that I gave two shits about this thing when I had to face what’s his name just for the shot at this title. Nor did I REALLY care when I had to face Craig in order to take the title. And I know, you’re asking me, ‘But what about all the things you said last week about wanting the title, blah blah blah’. Yeah… that was mostly bluster. Truth is, I saw Craig Thomas with a title, and it really pissed me off. Why? Because, and I think I am speaking the obvious here, I am better than Craig Thomas. A LOT better. As in, the fact that my title, MY FIRST TITLE, reign is coming off the back of some poor pathetic puissant like Craig Thomas instead of Ravyn Taylor, whom it should have been ages ago… well that doesn’t sit well with me. It’s like winning the World Series, but only because the best team in the league died in a tragic bus accident the week before. Kinda waters down the win. Makes it kind of hollow. But on the other hand… OOOH! SHINY BELT! And now I have the title, which is something, and my first defense is against you, dearie… which isn’t anything. It’s just … meh. And even you aren’t going to be looking that forward to it. You’re too busy looking past it towards that nice, quaint little tourney coming our way. What they call it? The Best of the Best. Laughable. And I will tell you why it’s laughable. Is there some sort of time travel portal that is going to give us Steve Griffin? How about CHBK circa 2006? He gonna show up? Let’s see… Jason Zero Xander Valentine – the unbeatable Xander Valentine Phoenix Brent BRandall – both at their best. Josh Hudson in one his most violent rage monster streak! Dillusion when he actually gave a damn. Christian Savior when he focused enough to win 2 world titles at once The Real Speed – though to be fair he never gave a damn. And that’s the short list coming to me in between random cutaway jokes by Peter Griffin. Any of those in the tournament? Not in my bracket, dearie, and I am fairly certain that none of them are in yours. So how is THAT the Best of the Best? And look at the tournament last year? Who won? Oh yes. That’s right. David Helms. How did THAT work out for him? But I have to do a whole other episode in the same week because of THAT tournament so let’s not get everything out in one fell swoop. Let’s leave some for me… and others for the Talented Jacob Gild. Wink Wink. Wait... what? What’s happened now? What do you mean I’m not facing Jake Starr?! Seriously?! He asked for vacation. He gets a title shot and wants it later?! Ok that’s it! ![]() Whew... ok. Fine. Just fine... So APPARENTLY Jake Starr can say ‘No, I don’t want a title shot now. Give it to me later’. Fine... just fine. APPARENTLY... the TV titles DOESN’T NEED TO BE DEFENDED EVERY WEEK IF IT MEANS POOR JAKE STARR HAS TO CUT SHORT HIS LITTLE VACATION TIME! AND APPARENTLY... EVERYONE IS OK WITH THIS! Whew... in and out... breathe in... and breathe out... go to a happy place... decorated with Ravyn Taylor’s blood on the walls... AAAAH.... Happy Place... So Jake Starr gets to pick and choose when he gets title shots. Jake Starr, who hasn’t had any noteworthy victory in HOW LONG? Alrighty... so I get Breakdown off. Actually... nah. No. No that’s not alright by me. Not even close. A day off? Bitch, please! I wanted a fight, and I’ll be damned if I am not going to get one. Drach, this is inexcusable. The rules of the Television title are that it be defended every weekly show. I want to defend this bad boy. I NEED to defend this bad boy. So you make it happen... I don’t care if YOU have to dust off your ring gear that you haven’t worn since... well... you lost last I checked. You find me someone or you get in the ring. Or option number 3... You can tell whiny little Jake Starr that he missed his opportunity, because last I checked, back in January when I was busy with... personal things... wink wink... if I had said, ‘no please move my US title match’... you would have told me to get bent, even though you moved Ravyn’s defense twice! So... despite my BUSY schedule in the real world (wink wink)... I still took my shot. And I never saw another. At least one that I didn’t have to earn via number one contender’s match. And yet, how many ‘special free shots’ have been given out to the bitch brigade. Heh, you’re a REAL piece of work, Drach. A REAL piece of work. No wonder you’re on your own in this piece of shit asylum you call a wrestling empire. No wonder your best wrestlers are the ones who pretty much run you into the ground. Not the most talented. Just the ones who make your life hell. That seems to be the only way to get you to pay attention. Did you see last Breakdown? You were alone. You were left to the dogs, and how exactly did you fare? How did THAT turn out for you? You know, I think now you are starting to realize just how alone you really are. You can’t AFFORD to be picky with who you call on for allies. Me? I know I can take care of Red Rayne. I’ve known that the moment I met her. Sadly, she is not in my division for this... Best of the Best Tournament. Otherwise, Drachie dearie, I’d give you a free sample. What a shame... Instead, I get to look forward to a few other surprises in this little farce of a tournament. Yay for me. I’m your only shot, Drach... and wouldn’t ya know it, dearie... just like always... you are pissing away your only chance at freedom from your nightmare. All because you think you can do it yourself. Big man takes on the big bad world. Well guess what, dearie. They ain’t your problem. I’m the big bad wolf, and believe me when I say I WILL huff, and puff, and blow your flimsy house of SCW down with a single effort. And there’s nothing you could ever do to stop me. Mr. Big Bad Lawyer turned Wrestling Kingpin. And now look at you, shaking in anger (or is it fear) of a few peons who you could have eradicated off the face of your world, just by granting me what I so rightfully deserve. Because this tournament is just a fun little distraction so that you can refocus in the interim on your war with Monarchy and Red Rayne. We both know it, Drach. Best of the best... ha! David Helms was best of the best if you recall... what did he end up doing with it? Oh yes! He faced Syren for the title... and Lost. Then he faced Thomas Valentine... and he lost that too. Then he retired. He retired the Best of the Best with two huge losses and one tournament win in RECENT history. Big... FUCKING.... WHOOP! How disappointing. Perhaps this year, we will get an ACTUAL best of the best. Not overall, because like I said, I don’t see the SCW legends in this tournament. Do you? Not all of them anyway. When was the last time you spoke with Wheeler, Drach? What’s he up to. Wink Wink. But if I must, I must. So I will go through your little tournament, dearie. I’ll face whomever you put in front of me. And I’ll even do you one better. Anyone beats me with a pinfall or submission and I’ll grant them a TV title shot. Because I am fair, Drach. I am a just and righteous champion... with killer hair and an unbeatable fashion sense. I want to be the best, and I am willing to beat every last pathetic measly overrated overbooked piece of shit wrestler you have to get there. Now... you have the ability to help me with this little tournament. I, in return, have the ability to help you with your little, insignificant problem. Way I see it... you have three to deal with. 1. Monarchy 2. Red Rayne 3. Your daughter Katya. So Drach, here’s how it’s going to work. I am going to fix ONE of those problems for you. Just one. Call it... an olive branch being offered to Caesar. I think I just combined Greek and Roman histories, but I think you get the point. And here’s the kicker. You get to pick which one I fix! You can decide what you want taken care of! Aren’t I generous? Think about it... Monarchy backing off... Red Rayne in the dirt. Katya brought back to normal for her loving father. These are things I can do for you. All you need to do, sir... is make sure that this devil stays happy. And I am a simple man, dearie. It doesn’t take much to satisfy me... wink wink. A kind word here... a proper title match there... perhaps even a decent team in the next Trios Tournament over there. The 30 spot for taking Hold of the Flame... these are things you can live without, Drach. And believe me... there will be others. You think it all ends with Monarchy? Ha! No... bigger laughs are required for that. HAHAHAHAAAAHAHAAAA! You know better, dearie. You know there’s always someone else trying to shit in the soup. Always has been. Always will be. Before Monarchy, there was the Flawless bridage, and before that... there was Cruze’s lot. And before that, there was Silas World... all the way back to the Mercenaries and even further back to CWF. There’s always someone trying to mess with your business. But now, for the first time EVER... you have someone willing to fight for you in ways that you yourself will not do. Someone willing to go Darkside and just rip it all to shreds. All it takes is the itsy bitsy price of your ‘soul’ (metaphorically speaking of course) and a butt load of kissing my ass! Better mine than a Cannon’s or Street’s... I mean right, Drach? We’ll be back after these messages. CAIN: BAD CHAPTER 5: TV Has Its Perks ![]() You ever look at something so long and your eyes start to ache? You ever do that? Then you start seeing things that aren’t there, because you’ve been staring too long, and your eyes are tired? You ever do that? Pretty sure every guy can say they’ve done that to at least one Porn video. Probably worn out the one button on their mouse. :D. So assuming you know what I am talking about, let me tell you WHY my eyes were acting all crazy. I sat there in my room looking at this makeshift March Madness like graph I made of the entire tournament. Not just my bracket but the whole damn thing. I had been staring at it for what seemed forever. I just couldn’t figure it out. I checked every name, every stat, every possible recent pairing these tournaments could provide in recent Breakdown and pay per view history. And it was.... madness. Mina: Vixen? You ok? I motioned for her to come forward so that she was sitting next to me. Mina: You’ve been staring at that for a long time. What’s wrong? Cain: Nothing. And that’s the problem. Mina: What are you talking about? I knew I would have to at least try and explain what my brain had spent the last while trying to get a grip on. Cain: How long have I been here? I was actually curious. Mina: Since this morning so... 9 hours. Cain: Holy shit. No kidding. Mina: No kidding. So what is the problem. Cain: It’s my bracket. Mina: What about it? You get screwed? Cain: NO! That’s the problem. I’m not getting screwed. Mina: What? Cain: Look. I am facing Felicity Lansing... First of all, I don’t even think Felicity has had a match here in ages. Second of all, I’m ranked Third. THIRD. Behind Dawn Lohan - - Mina: Which makes sense. She did beat you. Cain: Right and Kelcey Wallace/Cannon, which is a no brainer. She’s a former multi time world champion, not to mention one of the best in the league. This ranking makes sense. I’m not 7th or 9th or some stupidly low number that doesn’t make sense. And my path to the semi finals is pretty much clear! Look... I beat Felicity and then I face either Angelica Jones or Konrad Raab. Mina shook her head and shrugged. Mina: I don’t think either are a threat to you. Cain: Right? I can beat either one of those two standing on my head. Raab may be good in time, but he needs more of it. He’s not a threat. Neither is Angelica. I already talked to Merrick. He’s told me everything I need to know about Angelica. Mina: He faced her? Cain: Dozens of times. Never lost to her, he says. Mina: Is that true? Angelica had gone off after Silas’ World fell to help her sister... whom had basically walked in and gotten a US title shot out of the blue (which she blew by the way), and the two had been tag champs. Other than that, Angelica hadn’t done much of anything worth while. I wasn’t going to discredit her as a fighter, but I knew how to deal with her thanks to Wiseman. Cain: No idea, but he said to use her anger and temper. Angelica gets mad. She gets mad really easily, and then she starts thrashing. Once she starts thrashing, she stops thinking, which makes her really easy to out wrestle and beat if you can look past the crazy part when she is thrashing about. Mina: Shouldn’t be a problem for you. You deal with crazies all the time. Cain: Yes I do. That reminds me. What time is it? Mina: Time? Past Seven. Cain: Ok... I have to head to my appointment soon then. Mina: Appointment? At this hour? Cain: Only time they let him have any visitors. Quieter hours, which means more people available to watch him. Mina nodded, pointing back up to the screen with a free finger. Mina: Ok, so... no issue with your bracket? Cain: None, and that’s the problem. I got a clear path all the way to the semi finals and Dawn Lohan. Her path couldn’t be easier. She has to face at worst case scenario, Ace Marshall. Not a major player, but he’s getting under the skin of a few key people on the roster. Mina: Like Kennedy Street? Cain: Oh you heard about that, didn’t ya? Mina: Hmm, who hasn’t. Cain: Should I get past Dawn Lohan... my next opponent would most likely be Kelcey Cannon. Mina: And that’s good! You can - - Cain: It’s too convenient. None of these foes except MAYBE Dawn Lohan stand a chance of tiring me out. I’ll most likely be at full capacity when I face Dawn. She will be pushed by Craig Thomas AND Ace or Eli... Mina: How do you know that? Cain: Because I know how Craig pushed me... And I didn’t let my brain go back to how I had almost been beaten by Craig Cock a doodle Thomas! It was embarrassing, but it was one that no one was catching up. He had had me for a split second, but he had hesitated, and Stacey had put herself in harms way. That’s when I had taken advantage. 3 seconds later, I was the new TV Champ. Remembering it, I looked to where I had placed the title, on the chair over the arm. Some would say it was carelessly put there... and some would be right. I like the idea of having a title, being a champion, but I also knew the score of what this title meant. It meant that Drach could hold me back for as long as he needed to from the US and World title, citing my obligation to the TV title in the first place. Every week.... Which is why I was secretly grateful that Jake had a scheduling conflict for Breakdown. I had a lot on my plate. Plus I had to keep an eye on whatever Wiseman was doing, not to mention keeping an eye on whatever Jake Starr was doing, which... by what the tournament showed was Jacob Gild. I LOVE WHEN SHIT LIKE THAT LINES UP! And don’t act like you don’t know what I am talking about! MWAH! ANYWAY, so I stood there trying to figure out how Drach was trying to screw me over, when Mina said the one thing I had not wanted to consider. Mina: Maybe he’s not trying to screw you over. Maybe this pairing is to help you. Cain: Yeah, I thought that when I got this message. I showed her my cell phone. All that she needed to see was the text message I got. ‘You see the tournament pairings?’ – D. Mina: Who sent it? Cain: Take a guess. Mina: You recognize the number? Cain: No, but who else? Is he trying to show me he is going to play ball? Holy crap, what if Sire’s crazy idea actually works? What if he’s legitimately trying to have me beat Dawn so I can get that loss off my record... then feed me a weakened Kelcey. Mina: You think she’ll be weakend? Cain: Oh ya! Look at her opponents. Kayl, Lancaster, Foxx,Thomas Valentine! Any one of those would be more than happy to rip her apart... Mina: And you have a relatively easy path to Dawn. Cain: Yeah... if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he wanted me a full power to beat Dawn and then beat a weakened Kelcey. Mina: For what reason? Cain: To catapault me up the ratings towards the World title... Right before Taking Hold of the Flame... Mina: Would he do that? Cain: I don’t know... ugh. I don’t know. I can’t figure it out! I need some help. And in that moment... it came to me. It came to me how I can translate these messages. Cain: I have to go. Mina: Your appointment? Cain: Yeah... Ironically... And I left. I left to do my job... and to get some much needed clarity. And now... to the PROMO... Part 1! **** Well... well... well... Isn’t this a charming situation we find ourselves in. Hmm... The best of the best tournament. The winner, crowned the BEST OF THE BEST... and if recent history was any indication, a guaranteed title shot against the SCW World Champion... unless Helms was a fluke. Which, in all likelihood, isn’t happening. Because if you win this tournament, you have effectively beaten EVERYONE on the roster. It’s true. Granted, you beat the person who beat the other persons and so on and so forth... but you can justify it. And even the SCW World CHAMPION is involved. So... what does THAT say? Hmm? What does that tell us if the SCW World Champion is unable to WIN this tournament? It says a lot... doesn’t it dearies? My oh my. What a special little tournament, and you know me. I’m all about the showmanship, but let’s be real for a second and look at MY bracket. Let’s see. The first half is not my problem until the end. So my half consists of... Dawn Lohan. Nope that’s it. Dawn Lohan. Oh what? I’m supposed to get in a tizzy over Felicity Lansing or Eli D’Angelo. HELLO! SCW TELEVISION CHAMPION HERE! CONSTANT RAVYN BEATER OVER HERE! Oh but look Eli has to face Ace Marshall in a rematch! That should be fun. Little redemption there. Good on ya, Ace. Maybe if you can squeak past the holy drone that is D’Angelo, you can come dance with me. That would be fun, wouldn’t it. Just fyi, though sweetie... if you’re thinking of coming in wearing Kennedy’s undergarments again... prepare for shock and awe ;). Because no one wears fashion like the Devil of SCW. And let’s be fair... I am the fallen one of SCW. The Superior Specimen cast out by the Angels because I dared to rebel against them. Every person on the roster hates my guts ROYALLY. Every last one of them. Because I won’t be a lesbian or whatever and place nicey with Regan or Syren or Kelcey or perhaps because I’m a ‘MEENIE TO KEENIE’... HA! It’s because you are all high school whiney bitches, and I have better things to do than wipe your asses and massage your fragile egos. So I am looking forward to this tournament, because it allows me to correct another stain on my otherwise highly illustrious record. See, some months ago... there was a woman named Dawn Lohan who had JUST won the SCW world title, and wouldn’t ya know it! She agreed to face yours truly in a match. She beat me. It was embarrassing, but it happened. She beat me with a roll up. SIGH! Talk about Anti Climatic, but there it is for you. Now... Dawn Lohan is in my bracket, and the only way I am going to get to her is if I make it all the way to the Semi Finals. To do that, I have to go through let’s see... Felicity, Angelica Jones (because let’s face it. Konrad Raab is going to beat her the day I have my balls removed for science), and whoever wins between Angelo and Marshall. I get through them, and I get Dawn. Hmm... Sounds like a party. And I love parties. After that, who the fuck cares! I could go on and beat Kelcey Cannon... whom we ALL know is going to make it that far. Come on! Whose she facing? Thomas Valentine? Are you kidding? I can beat him blindfolded with one hand glued to my crotch! Donovan Kayl? No... just no. That blemish has already been remedied. BIG TIME! So yes... I think we can anticipate Dawn and me going at it for the right to face Kelcey... And here is where you get to watch, Drachie... Because now I have TWO reasons to beat Dawn in the semi finals... ONE – Because that loss to her was a goddman fluke and everyone knows it. TWO – Because it’ll take me straight to the heart of Monarchy, which I can proceed to crush with my hand. And I want you front row center, Drach dearie, because when I do it, and you know I will... I want to see that look on your face when you realize just what you are being offered. T he world! The World that YOU want. I will give it all to you, and all you have to do is give the devil his due. I’ll do you one better, Drach. I will put the TV title on the line against EVERY person in my bracket. All the way to Dawn Lohan. If any of them beat me by pinfall or submission, they can have the TV Title. I know I said I would give them a shot, but why the fuck don’t we up the ante... hint hint David Helms... Let’s make this as real as it gets. And no, no defense against Kelcey, fuck her. What would she do with the television title? She already has a billion and one demands to her name for the World title this year, and it’s only APRIL! So no. Beating her is just going to be for you, drachy. Not for them out there, dearie. Not for me. Just for you. But until that point, I am going to have some fun. Felicity Lansing, count yourself lucky you drew against me... or not. Depends on how you look at it. Because Jake Starr flaked me, and flaked me huge, and I am left standing with a raging hard on to defend this title, and no one to satisfy me. Guess that means it falls to you, dearie. And then, when you can’t satisfy me, I’ll go and watch the Bible Thumper vs the Street Banger. Either way, I’m good, because THEY won’t be able to satisfy me. So I’ll go and take on the Dragon. One half of the so called Sisterhood. A bitch who wasn’t effective UNDER Silas’ thumb, and hasn’t been since she got out of it. And oh no! We’re expected to see the OLD Angelica Jones. Is this the one who broke Merrick Wiseman’s arm? The one who was such a loose cannon that not even Silas could fully control out of the ring! I REMEMBER THAT Angelica Jones. My god, when you crushed Merry’s arm in that Adrenaline tournament last year... it looked as if you couldn’t be touched... Except... you were... You lost in that tournament and then Merrick Wiseman beat you TWICE WITH ONE ARM! THAT’S the Angelica Jones we are expecting... Ok, fine... Because I got a free arm, Angelica ... let’s see how bad I can beat you.Bigger than this tournament, you say... Bigger than SCW, you say? My my my. What a boastful claim, Angelica. You’re bigger than Syren... whom you never beat. You’re bigger than Regan... whom you never beat. Why, you’re even bigger than ME... whom you never beat. Well, guess what. A bitch is still a bitch no matter what her size. And as is this case with all bitches, the bigger they are, they louder they fall. And guess what, Angelica... you are going to fall like a house of cards in a well timed blow of hot air. The hot air being me, but I don’t think that surprises any of you. SMILEY FACE! But, assuming that Drach and his boys on the board don’t have a hissy fit and ruin my fun, I will give you a title shot too. I know I know. You’ve done NOTHING to earn it. It’s something you do not deserve, but I’m feeling kind of Oprah-ish, which means presents all around. So you will be given a shot anyway. A gift from someone more merciful and generous than you or any of your friends and enemies past or present will ever be. Because I may be the devil incarnate... but even the devil was once an angel. So take my mercy and be grateful for it. And when you fail, and mark my words girl, you WILL FAIL, I want you to look me in the eye and say, ‘thank you’. Otherwise, I will be gravely insulted. And trust me, dearie... you do not want to insult me. That would be very VERY foolish of you. Take the gift I offer. Appreciate it. Be grateful for it. And when it is done, go on your merry little way. I, on the other hand, will continue to Dawn Lohan. *** The following Tape was recorded on April 3, 2016 at 8:13 pm Cain: Follow up meeting with prisoner number 24601. Doctor Vixen Amadeus Wolverton Cain here... because let’s cut the pretenses here. I am about to interview an individual with intimate knowledge of several key facts that I need. [sound of door opening] Cain: Please sit down. Voice: Doctor Cain... you’ve been busy. Cain: That I have sir. Would you please state your name for the record. Voice: Prisoner number 24601 at Di’F prison. Location... unknown. Cain: Your name. Voice: ... Why. Cain: Because. Voice: You know who I am by my number. Cain: Yes, but I want to hear you say your name. I want you to stop acting like a machine, and starting talking to me like a human. Voice: Ha! This from the man who moonlights as a fashionista superstar for SCW? Cain: I am a man of many talents. Much like you. Voice: No where near that many talents as what I have. Cain: I guess one of those talents is NOT staying out of prison. Voice: ... Cain: Your name. Voice: *Sigh*, Jason Alucard Wheeler. Cain: And before being arrested, what were you? Wheeler: I was the greatest wrestler in SCW history. Cain: Debatable. Wheeler: No it’s not. Cain: You haven’t been World Champion since - - Wheeler: 2009... Almost seven years to the day. Cain: It was your last title reign. Wheeler: What of it? Cain: But you came close three years ago, when you won the Taking Hold of the Flame Battle Royale. Wheeler: Doesn’t matter. I have a record that isn’t even close to being touched. Seven World Title Reigns. Cain: And then the last 3 years in prison. Wheeler: What’s your point, Cain? I mean, here we are sitting in a private room. The only evidence of our conversation, I am certain you are going to keep for yourself. You didn’t drag me out of solitary to treat me, so what the fuck do you want? Cain: I want you to give me information. Wheeler: On who? Valiant? As I hear, you already beat him. Cain: Something you couldn’t do. Wheeler: Watch my promo, moron. I didn’t WANT to be World Champion. I haven’t since I lost Demi. Cain: Your wife. Wheeler: ... yeah. Cain: So why win the Battle Royale? Why main event at all? Wheeler: It was my last victory. The year before, I lost to CHBK, and was forbidden to challenge for the World title again. It was the main event at Rise to Greatness... Cain: Yes, I saw the replay. [Sound of shuffling] Wheeler: CHBK and D. put so much into Rise to Greatness along with me. And when I was given the World title shot, I made the main event against CHBK worthless. The stipulation had been thrown out, and so the ending no longer mattered. I had ruined a Rise to Greatness main event by making it worthless by challenging Shilo. I made Rise to Greatness... and then I showed that in the grand scheme of things, it was no different than a Breakdown result. Cain: That isn’t true. Wheeler: Oh no? How much of what happens in RTG sticks? Hmm? How many times has that event been violated? Look at last year. Ravyn Taylor SHOULD have had her fairy tale ending. She didn’t. Cain: She brought that one herself. Wheeler: Did she? Because all I see are two vindictive assholes named Merrick Wiseman and Kelcey Wallace pulling strings they shouldn’t be pulling.... I should know. I created Wiseman. Cain: He says Hi by the way. Wheeler: The hell he does. [Sound of table creaking] Cain: They’re never going to let you out of here. You know that right? Wheeler: ... Cain: I assume you never want to go back to SCW. Not to mention the fact that Drach will never let you back in. Wheeler: You’re sure about that? Cain: Positive. Wheeler: Are you? Because last I checked... he needs someone he can trust. A necessary evil, and while you’re parading around thinking that you’re it... well... he’s needed to banish the bad element before. And he didn’t turn to Vixen Cain to do it. [Sound of chair being sat on more] Cain: Has he called you? Wheeler: You’re the doctor. You know whose been visiting me. Cain: I don’t have access to that. HAS HE TALKED TO YOU?! Wheeler: Whoa, now doctor. You’re starting to sound a little like me. Cain: Cut the bullshit, Wheeler. If you think I am going to let Drach bring you back - - Wheeler: There’s nothing you can do even if you wanted to... you GAVE him my shares. You think I don’t know it was you? The day you two met, you gave him the instrument of my deliverance. See Olek, may have those shares, but he can’t use them. They’re still in my name. All he can do is hang onto them, because while he has them, I can’t use them either. But... those shares would give him complete unilateral control over the entire company INCLUDING the board. The board that seems to enjoy watching him squirm against Rayne and Monarchy. And you think YOU are the answer to it? All he has to do is get control of my shares... and he can run them out of SCW without so much as an afterthought. [There’s a long pause] Cain: But he won’t... He’s not there yet. Wheeler: No. He’s not. He hasn’t been pushed there yet. But you idiots keep doing what you’re doing, and it won’t be long. He needs an escape. And I know D., He will ALWAYS go with the devil he knows than the one he doesn’t. Cain: The Mercenaries, The Canucks, IWC, CWF, The Instruments of Destruction, the Order of Chaos... you had a hand in disbanding all of them. Wheeler: One by One. Cain: You know D.... Wheeler: Better than he knows himself. Cain: And that’s what I need from you now. [Sound of papers rustling] Cain: Look at this. Wheeler: The best of the best tournament... You’re in Omaha. Ah I see... Cain: What? Wheeler: Your side of the field is relatively weak compared to the other side. Where are the other brackets. Cain: Right here. Wheeler: Ok... Anaheim.... pretty stacked. Buffalo... not bad. Orlando is the toughest by far. You have Ravyn, Kennedy, Chastaine, Swann, and Valiant all in the same bracket. Good draw for you. You’d only have to face one of them if you get past Dawn and Kelcey. Cain: So you think it’ll come down to me against those two, too. Wheeler: Without question. At least that’s the obvious plan Drach has. Cain: So he did this on purpose? Wheeler: No. Cain: No? Wheeler: No. The brackets are drawn at random and then the board decides the rankings of each superstar. D. would only have final say on the bracket as a whole. He may have moved one or two rankings... maybe ensuring you didn’t face Kayl again and fuck up, but not as much as you are thinking. D. is a man who mind is already planning out the next ten steps while you’re still working on step 1. He may have bumped you up or someone down, but this... this is a fortuitous turn of events for him. He can keep on eye on Kelcey, and give you a clear path to Dawn. No doubt, he moved Christy matthews score down one so you could - - Cain: You don’t think I can beat Christy Matthews? Because I have - - Wheeler: I think lately she’s done better in pay per view appearances than you. Cain: ... touché. Wheeler: Marking you up to 3 makes you have that clear path to Dawn so it looks like you’re getting a gift from Drach... he wants you to do what you promised to do without him having to do too much to incriminate himself. Cain: How the heck do you know that? Wheeler: Because he did the same thing to me when I won my last world title against Exeter. Exeter was coming off a huge win over Hodges... D. wanted to join forces with me and my brother Christian. But he couldn’t make his move without the world title. So he offered me the chance against Exeter if I aligned myself with him. All the while, it had been the board that wanted to test the mettle of the new champ. Cain: And did it work? Wheeler: Of course it did. I thought Drach was giving me a gift, so of course I did it. [Pause and silence ensues] Cain: He’s really good at that. Wheeler: A man who knows how to make the most of any situation. Cain: So what do I do? Wheeler: Why should I tell you that? Cain: Because if he is indebted to me... the only person he’s going to run to to get him out is either Merrick Wiseman... or you. Wheeler: You don’t want me as an enemy. Cain: I do if it means that the World title is finally out of the hands of a few cuckling hens. Wheeler: What is your problem with women as world champion? Cain: Nothing! It’s just that the women in SCW, save for Amy Chastaine, are whiny bitches who are a degradation to their gender. [Wheeler clears his throat] Wheeler: So your problem isn’t with women. Cain: Why would it be? Wheeler: Your problem is the women in SCW. Cain: Except Frost, Chastaine, and a few others. It’s basically the Streets and Dark Fantasy I can’t stand. Wheeler: Tough crowd. Cain: Yeah... look, can you help me or not? Wheeler: I can. Question is - - Cain: WILL YOU! For Christ’s sake! Wheeler: Relax, Doctor Cain. I’ll help you. Cain: You will? Wheeler: Yeah. Drach’s at the end of his rope, and honestly, I’d like to see what you do with something like this. You’ve been entertaining to watch. You and Wiseman. Cain: So... what do we do with this pairing. Wheeler: You call him on it. Cain: I what? Wheeler: Gimme a pen. [Sound of shuffling once more] Wheeler: Ok Doctor. You got yourself three brackets here with title implications. You got yourself in Omaha, Ravyn and Amy here, and Selena Frost over here. World, US, Adrenaline, and Television. Now I assume you can handle Starr. Cain: Actually, that match has been postponed... Starr has time off. Wheeler: Of course he does. Typical. Cain: I know right?! Wheeler: 3 out of 4 brackets have a title attached. Forget the tag and women’s because it doesn’t apply to everyone, and Drach won’t go for it. Cain: Go for what? Wheeler: You’re going to up the ante on this tournament. Cain: Up the ante? How the heck - - Wheeler: Simple, you’re going to put your title on the line against every one of your opponents in the tournament and encourage the others to do the same. Cain: I’m going to what?! Why the hell would I do that? I JUST got this thing. Wheeler: Because... it will back Drach into a corner. He can either ignore your request and look like he’s keeping - - Oh better yet! [sound of scribbling] Wheeler: Reward the final four... here. First place, second place, third place, fourth... divide the titles like this. [Sound of papers rustling] Cain: So... we shuffle the titles. Wheeler: Essentially yes! There’s no way that Amy, Ravyn, Valiant or any of them will all make it to the final four. Only one. You just eliminated several key opponents right there. You may have to sacrifice the TV title, but if you do... you end up with the adrenaline or us or higher. Either way... you get everything you wanted. Could get a new World Champion... finally Stop Ravyn’s streak, which will make Wiseman happy... Cain: What if Olek doesn’t go for this? Wheeler: He may not, but then he will look like he’s protecting the favorites you say the board has. Plus... you’ve offered him something he has very little of. Cain: Protection? Wheeler: Allegiance. He throws you away... he’s going to have to find someone else. Cain: You? Wheeler: Imagine the hell I’d make for him if and when he does. Cain: *Sigh* Wheeler: It’s not ideal... but it’s your best ploy. Even if he turns it down, he won’t be able to resist your demands for much longer at this rate. THOTF if it’s won by his enemies will send him clean over. Without a doubt. Cain: Ok... i’ll try this, but if it doesn’t work - - Wheeler: What? You’ll lock me up? Too late. Cain: I can do worse, dearie. Much worse. Wheeler: So can I. [End of tape] *** DAWN DARLING! How many months has it been?! 3? 4? 6? I don’t know. I’m sort of like a puppy when it comes to time. Just seems to fly by. I mean, it feels like it was only yesterday I came in and beat a former World Champion in my debut match... and that was AFTER I placed 3rd in my first battle royale... But what I don’t forget are the important events in my life. And wouldn’t ya know it, you’re beating of me is one of them. Oh I am sure you remember that fondly, Dawn, and no doubt you will remind me of it every chance you get in your little promo since you KNOW it’s going to be you and me in the finals. I remember it; the day you intended to show EVERYONE that womankind can rise up against oppressive bastards like me with antiquated notions of sexism... yadda yadda yadda yadda. It was such an impassioned speech, Nellie McClung would have taken a knee. A speech with so many promises that I think if she is smart (and a fan) Hilary Clinton outta paraphrase it for herself. So many promises... and yet... so few actually fulfilled. Just like the rest of em. Sorry, Dawn, but I think you may have failed in that lofty goal of yours. Oops. I mean... yeah you pinned me for three seconds... never said a woman COULDN’T do that. In fact, there are circumstances that I rather enjoy when that happens. And... You didn’t really shut me up, because in case you haven’t been listening, I’m still pissing off everyone equally well since then, and you DIDN’T use a win over me as a launching pad to the SCW World title. Because, last I checked... you hadn’t won it since. Not even close. In fact, you’ve been eclipsed by Amy Chastaine! Seriously! YOU used to be the out of no where champion, and instead, it’s Amy. Her first title... BAM! World title. Wow! I mean, even I had to slow clap THAT one. Granted, it was a crock of shit because she was given a shot when I should have been, but hey, what you gonna do? Oh yeah... change the playing field. And that’s what I need your help with, Dawn. See... I couldn’t give two fucks about this tournament as it is right now. Best of the Best my finely toned ass. We all know the board has every contingency plan set up for whoever wins this damn thing. I could win it, and I’ll still be waiting for months for any form of World title shot or otherwise if I play the game like I have been. It’s not going to change who gets the shots again... and again... and again. It’s not going to stop the same main event between the same two or three people (wink wink) from being forced down our throats like the first Season of Outlander. This tournament only matters if the people the board wants to win... well... actually win. And who do they want to win? Regan Street, Kelcey Wallace, Kennedy Street or Amy Chastaine. Maybe throw in Selena Frost in there too for good measure. But not you. Not Red Rayne... and certainly not me. A MAN IN THE WORLD TITLE PICTURE?! SURELY YOU JEST! And that’s what it’s come down to. That’s what makes this tournament a joke. Because I already know I can beat anyone on the roster. Drach even said so in a rare moment of lucidity when he says I am on the cusp of main event status. Now he SHOULD have said I am already there and better than everyone, but the boy has made A LOT of bad calls lately, so I will let that one slide. But let’s say I win this tournament, Dawn... or maybe you do... you really think Drach is going to GIVE you a title shot? Really? He’s still in Monarchy’s palm, and if not there, he’s being tortured by Red Rayne. So let me ask you... when is he going to find time to give you what you deserve... or more importantly... me! Answer: He won’t. We have to do this ourselves. So I am putting this out there: Ahem. ATTENTION BITCHES WHO HOLD THE TITLES IN SCW! IF THIS WERE REALLY THE BEST OF THE BEST TOURNAMENT, YOU WOULD BE PUTTING YOUR TITLES ON THE LINE AGAINST YOUR OPPONENTS ALL THE WAY UP UNTIL THE FINAL FOUR. REASON BEING... CAUSE THAT IS HOW YOU DETERMINE THE BEST! Here’s what I’m saying! 4 th place – Gets the Television Title 3rd Place – Gets the Adrenaline Title 2 nd Place – United States Title 1 st Place – World Title Yeah... I am going there. I am willing to put up or shut up. I will defend against every person I face! Even Kelcey Cannon, which I know I said I wouldn’t but who are we kidding? I’m no more afraid of Kelcey as I am the fucking douchebag she’s married to. So what, you saying that you won’t do the same with your titles, dearies? You going to make ME look like the only REAL champion here? You really that pathetically attached to your precious leather straps of gold plates? I know Ravyn is, because she’s been running scared from me for ages. And of course she’ll run from this challenge, because one of her opponents could be... GASP! MERRICK WISEMAN! UH-oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh! Let’s see what our champions say! Bet ya 10-1 every last one of them laughs this challenge off like the little bitches they are. I’m willing to put up... bet ya they can’t say the same. Oh! And for the rest of you without titles, let me say this: FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE SICK AND TIRED OF SEEING THE SAME MAIN EVENT OVER AND OVER AGAIN, I OFFER YOU THIS DEAL! ANY OF YOU ASSIST ME IN DETHRONING KELCEY CANNON WHEN SHE REACHES THE FINALS AGAINST ME, I ‘LL GIVE YOU A TITLE SHOT AGAINST ME! YOU HELP ME WIN THE WHOLE DAMN THING, I’LL MAKE SURE YOU GET A CRACK AT ME AS WORLD CHAMPION! I GIVE YOU MY WORD ON THAT! And for those of you who know anything, you know my word is my bond. There’s nothing stronger in all of SCW. On that, you can be guaranteed. But of course, that will never happen, because every last champion outside myself is too chicken shit to make this Best of the Best Tournament the single GREATEST TOURNAMENT IN THE HISTORY OF SCW! They can’t make that sacrifice. They don’t have it in them. To put themselves on the line like that? Ha! You’d have to be crazy! Oh wait... Good news for me then. And even if they don’t follow suit... not to worry. Maybe someone a little higher up will like this idea, and steal it as their own. Maybe our bossman will take his eyes off his messed up kid, and the rest of his fucked up life to do something for this tournament. Something that will make it MEAN something than just a cliché title with bragging rights. All I know is this... Omaha... you are the Television League, and therefore, I will give the Television title to whomever wins that bracket. How bout it, boys and girls of the Omaha bracket? Bet a title of gold against your souls that says I’m better than all of you. *** Sire: Are you insane? His question was legitimate as I got up from my seat on the set of Nth Degree. But for some reason, I just wasn’t really understanding why he was asking me. Cain: Yes. But I thought that was the point, Alex. Sire: You know for a fact that no champion in their right mind would agree to that stunt. He had a point, but it made me laugh all the same. Cain: True, but it may not be up to them. Sire: You mean, Drach? Cain: Oh come on. Me in Omaha, Selena’s in Anaheim, Amy and Ravyn are in Orlando. The only bracket getting screwed over is Buffalo, and that’s because Red Rayne is there. Shit, D. is practically daring me to make this call. Sire: What call? I pulled out a cell phone, and immediately started dialing. Cain: THIS one. It went to voicemail. Typical. Cain: Oh bossie... I think you might want to listen to my promo. Great way to mix up the titles before that big Battle Royale. Oh, and by the way, my idea... maybe you should talk to the board and get them ON board. Because I’m fairly sure I could do a little something extra to Kelcey at BOTB... that is, if things go a little more my way... Food for thought. Byesie! And I hung up. My point was clear. It was time for SOMEONE to put up or shut up... Either the so called champions of SCW... or Drach himself. Either way... it worked just fine for me. 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