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Post by Rated R on Jan 18, 2014 15:12:42 GMT -5
Andrew Dohle: I really don’t think this is a good idea.
Andrew Dohle is not a healthy man, but you would find it difficult to tell that from an initial glance. His problem lies not in the field of illness or disease, nor does he have any kind of mental difficulties. He’s not a liar or a sociopath, he’s not an adulterer or a racist, if you were to meet Andrew on any given day you would think without a shadow of a doubt that he was absolutely fine. You would, however, be wrong. Andrew Dohle is an alcoholic, or at least, a recovering one.
Trace Demon: For the better part of the past seven months Andrew you have been my sponsor and as much as I would like to deny this you have, at times, been of some help when it comes to fighting my urges. Now would you please let me return the favour?
Andrew Dohle: I helped you via conversation, reassurance, that kind of stuff. I didn’t come round to your house and put a drink in front of you.
Trace Demon: You got your methods, I’ve got mine. You told me you were having trouble, feared a relapse. I’m your sponsor, this is me helping.
Andrew Dohle: You don’t help an addict by putting a drink in their hand.
It’s not your traditional approach, but it was the one that Trace Demon had taken. Andrew, who unfortunately had agreed to be Trace Demon’s sponsor with no idea who he was or just how much trouble he could be (though you’d have thought the fact that his name is Trace Demon would be a bit of a clue), had called him up several days ago. He’d been struggling since his wife left him for their young rich Italian neighbour. Trace didn’t have much of an opinion on it, the neighbour was considerably better looking and made more money so actually his opinion was that she’d kinda done the smart thing. Anyway, Andrew had problems, he’d nearly relapsed and he’d called Trace for help and Trace’s idea of help was to buy some really expensive whiskey and put it right down in front of him.
Sure, it’s unconventional, but this is Trace Demon we’re talking about. You’d be disappointed if he just came round and chatted about feelings and crap.
Trace Demon: No, you don’t help an addict by putting a drink in their hand, but I’m not you, I don’t **** foot around like you and everybody else, I do things the direct way. That’s why Alexa is still with me and your wife is with Paulo.
Andrew Dohle: That’s a low blow, and his name isn’t Paulo.
Trace Demon: He’s Italian isn’t he?
Andrew Dohle: That’s kind of racist.
Trace Demon: No, it’s stereotyping, or maybe it is racist. Doesn’t matter, I neither know or care. Just drink it so we can get this over with.
Andrew Dohle: I’m not going to drink it.
His tone says the complete opposite. Unlike most addicts that Trace has met, himself included, Andrew isn’t particularly good at lying or hiding his cravings. The guy’s earnest, too nice for his own good if anything, definitely not the type of man that you’d associate with Trace Demon. That’s why he chose him of course, though Andrew doesn’t know that, it’s no good to have a sponsor who’s going to go off the deep end and drag you down with him, you want one you can rely on to be traditionally boring and predictable.
Trace Demon: Drink the damn drink.
Andrew Dohle: No!
Trace Demon: You want to drink, you’ve spent twenty minutes telling me how you want to drink and now I’ve got you a drink, a nice drink at that, and you turn it down. That’s just rude, you’re being so rude right now.
Andrew Dohle: I’m not going to drink because…
He pauses dramatically.
Trace Demon: Don’t pause dramatically, that’s my thing.
But he was doing so well.
Trace Demon: Don’t encourage him.
Sorry.
Trace Demon: Why won’t you drink it?
Andrew Dohle: Because you’ll judge me.
Trace Demon: And there you go, there’s the reason why I didn’t come here and just speak to you. Talking doesn’t work, not for people like you. If I’d have just spoken to you then you’d have left here feeling better but the moment something got you down you’d get weak and forget all the talking and you’d have a drink anyway. The only thing that works for men like you is the fear of being judged, you’re so caught up with what people think of you, how they see you, you care more about that judgment than you do about getting trashed. Sometimes guys like you have to be reminded of that, sometimes you get forget the fear.
There’s a moment of silence, one instigated by Trace Demon because he’s arrogant and has to take credit for everything dramatic. Even the narration.
Andrew Dohle: That was a terrible pep talk.
Trace Demon: But it did the job, didn’t it? You’re ashamed of your addiction again, that’s what’s going to keep you going for at least another week.
Andrew Dohle: And after that?
Trace Demon: I’ll shame and embarrass you for your problems all over again, it’s something I’ve got a lot of experience in what with all the has-beens and no-hopers I beat on every time I go to work. I mean have you ever heard of Jayson Garrett or Chase Landon?
Andrew Dohle: No, but that’s-
Trace Demon: Exactly, no-hopers.
Awkward pause before Andrew brings up the question we’re all wondering right about now.
Andrew Dohle: What was your point.
Trace Demon: That they’re as hopeless as you are obviously, hasn’t this entire thing been some kind of metaphor? Why are you looking at me like I’m crazy? Oh it doesn’t matter, I still don’t care, just remember, be terribly ashamed of yourself and know that if you drink I’ll totally judge you. I’ll give you this really horrible be disappointed in yourself expression and everything. See, I’m doing it right now.
He is and I feel horribly ashamed of myself even though I’m not the one he’s doing it to. That’s how you know it’s a good one.
Andrew Dohle: So wait; if you don’t think the talking works… do you meet with me so you can feel judged… by me?
Trace Demon: Oh god no, do I look like the kind of man who cares what other people think about him? Is this the crimson hair of a man who even thinks about other people when he wakes up? Let me answer for you… nope. I’ve got no shame, no fear, I don’t give a damn what anybody else thinks. I do things because I feel like it and it doesn’t matter what that does to anybody else because I’m so good at getting away with it.
Andrew Dohle: Then why?
Trace Demon: Because when I meet with you I get to remind myself what a real loser looks like, and then I tell myself that if I drink or start popping pills again then I’ll turn out just like you. And turning out just like you is by far the best reminder of why I don’t drink because there is actually one person who
Andrew Dohle: You’re joking right? Tell me you’re joking. Trace, where are you going? Trace! I thought you were staying for food? Paulo taught me how to make an awesome bolognaise!
That right there… that’s almost enough to make even me quit drinking.
< *** >
Jason Anders: I told you this was going to happen.
Jason Anders, Trace Demon’s legal advisor and the current general manager of the WFWF, sounded way too happy about being right. Sure, it was something of an achievement to be able to say I told you so to Trace Demon but that didn’t mean he had to be so jubilant about the whole thing. Especially this kind of thing.
Trace Demon: You did not.
Jason Anders: I told you that if you kept acting this way then the sponsors were going to do something about it, now they are. You can’t just expect them to sit back and watch their stock plummet because they’re involved with a company whose owner violently attacks, manipulates and abuses his employees.
Trace Demon: I’m a wrestler, that’s kind of my job.
Jason Anders: Yes, your job is to wrestle, and they can just about handle that. They can even handle when you play mind games with a nineteen year old girl in the name of wrestling, they don’t like it but they can handle it. What they can’t handle is the thought that you’re booking yourself into advantageous matches, it makes them look bad, it makes you look bad.
Trace Demon: I just booked myself into a six way for my title, how is that advantageous.
Well we could mention how Trace has beaten, embarrassed and humiliated almost everyone else in the match on at least one occasion but that’d be a low blow if they happened to hear it, right?
Jason Anders: Look, it doesn’t matter what you think, fact of the matter is they sponsors are moving to restrict your role as owner to strictly behind the scenes decisions. Basically, they want to stop you booking matches.
Trace Demon: You as well.
Jason Anders: Wait what? Give that to me.
Trace throws the papers across the office to Anders, the WFWF janitor (who is still more popular than Yukio Blaze despite the beard and body odour… and no, I didn’t just describe Yukio) probably being pretty thankful that they stapled it together. Anders immediately begins looking through, spotting the small print that specifies neither Trace Demon, Jason Anders or anyone that Trace picks gets to book matches anytime in the near future.
Jason Anders: Son of a b***h.
Trace Demon: Not much fun when blowhards try to take everything you’ve worked for away from you, is it?
Jason Anders: What have I done to deserve this?
Trace Demon: You’re guilty by association man. The sponsors want to appoint their own general manager, that’s mental right? That’s not the normal thing to do, people can’t just demand you vacate your role as owner and insert themselves in there instead. That’s a real dick move.
No double meaning in there at all, not at all. *whistles discreetly*.
Jason Anders: Well it says here they’ll appoint an independent general manager, proven to be capable of making hard decisions and who has shown an unfaltering dedication to fair play. Did that sound as boring to you as it did to me?
Trace Demon: Totally, and you’re meant to be the reasonable one around here. I mean I’d still be owner, right?
Jason Anders: Yeah, but only when it comes to the actual business side of things, signing wrestlers, finances, all that stuff you hate. You wouldn’t be allowed to book matches anymore.
Trace mulls it over, knowing that this is no easy decision, at least not for a megalomaniac like him.
Jason Anders: So what are we going to do? If we cave in then you’ve got to start taking orders from someone else again, you’ll put the actual booking back in their hands. If you don’t then we lose the sponsors, our biggest sponsors might I add.
Trace Demon: How long?
Jason Anders: How long until what?
Trace Demon: If we said no, how long would it be until the company is flat broke? How long could we keep going?
Jason Anders: We could find new sponsors but at the fraction of the profit, definitely not with the same kind of scope as we’ve got now. We’d have to make cutbacks, we couldn’t run things anywhere near the same level we do now. It’d take months, maybe longer, to get anywhere near the same level we’re at now.
Trace takes this in, he knows that nobody else believed him when he said it but he really did have the best interests of the WFWF in mind when he took it over, he wanted to take it to new heights and that was one thing he has certainly done. Did you see Revolution, what about Scars & Stripes? Hell, all the way back to Battleground. These were some of the best shows in years and it was because of what he’d done. The sponsors didn’t seem to realize this, they seemed to think that this was all about him, that he was a blight on the company.
Those idiots could think what they want, they didn’t have the first clue about running the WFWF. But he wasn’t going to drag it down because of his own hubris, not with a mind like his.
Trace Demon: I guess it’s time.
Jason Anders: Time for what?
Trace Demon: To do the unthinkable.
Jason Anders: You don’t mean-
Trace Demon: Yes.
Jason Anders: My god.
Trace Demon: I know. I’m going-
Jason Anders: Don’t say it.
Trace Demon: I’m going-
Jason Anders: Please don’t say it.
Trace Demon: I’m going…
Dramatic pause, because he’s the master of them.
Trace Demon: To do the sensible thing.
< *** >
This was not sensible.
Trace Demon: Look Thunder, I brought you here because we need to talk.
No response, god knows why. The man just stood there, his former friend, the one man involved in this ridiculous six man match that he actually respected. Absolutely no response. He just stands in the middle of the office and doesn’t say a word. Kinda creepy if you ask me, but then you’d be creepy too if you looked like him.
Trace Demon: Fine, don’t say anything, I’ll do all the talking, I was always the voice of this team anyway.
He takes a deep breath, preparing himself.
Trace Demon: I never was much good at confession Thunder but here goes, I know I left you high and dry after that whole Shadow Conglomerate business. After they sold up and I lost my power and you lost your usefulness I just kinda left you behind and you… well you floundered and you kept on floundering. I’d like to say it broke my heart to watch you fall so far but I’ll be honest I didn’t really pay all that much attention. Always been a bit conceited that way, care only about myself, you know, all that crap that people always say about me.
Thunder remains silent, just keeps on staring and creeping Trace out.
Trace Demon: You know what, you not talking is too weird for me, if you don’t mind I’m just going to do your bit of the conversation.
No objections. Trace puts on his best Thunder impression, which sounds more like a trucker with cancer than the mildly charismatic professional wrestler it’s meant to sound like.
”Thunder”: I was real sad when you left me behind Trace.
Trace Demon: I know Thunder, I know, you were never the same, can’t be helped now though, all I can do is apologize… except I’m not really sorry, and I’m not in the habit of lying unless I’ve got to.
”Thunder”: Well that’s mighty honest of you, I appreciate it.
The ease at which Trace switches from one voice to the other is somewhat creepy, though not entirely unexpected considering it was only a matter of time before he went off the deep end and did something serial killer-esque.
Trace Demon: Thank you, but I’m not here for your appreciation, I’m here to make sure there’s no bad blood between us. I need you to know that I didn’t abandon you out of anger, or hate or anything at all, I just… stopped caring, and that’s not a slight on your character Thunder, it’s just the kind of man I am. People, well I just don’t much care for them so I only keep them around as long as I need something from them and after that they’re welcome to walk away, all I know is that I won’t stick around a second longer than I have to.
”Thunder”: But we were such a good team together Trace, we even won the tag titles, we could have been something special.
Trace Demon: I agree, we were a good team because I’m one hell of a wrestler and you’re… equally somewhat as nearly decent. But I’m not made for tag teams, I’m a man who has to stand on his own two feet and I know you struggle with that idea. Last time you had to stand on your own two feet… well you failed and got into another tag team with another guy who was just as bad and hopeless as you became. But now you’re back and you’re better than ever! You won the Scars & Stripes battle royal! You finally got rid of the dead weight dragging you down, you’ve got the chance to lose a great match to me at Superbrawl.
”Thunder”: Those are all great things.
Trace Demon: Exactly! You’re in a great place Thunder, which is why I know when we step into that ring at Revolution against Chase Keenan and Landon Donovan-
”Thunder”: That’s not their names.
Trace Demon: Don’t care, I’ll learn them later when I need to slam them with some awesome diatribe.
”Thunder”: Right on.
Right on.
Trace Demon: So like I was saying, when we step in that ring I want you to know I’ve got your back and I know you’ve got mine, because we’re the only two men in this whole Superbrawl match who deserve to be there. I respect you and you respect me and together were…
Trace pauses and stares into Thunder’s cold, dead cardboard eyes.
Trace Demon: Ah f**k it, I’m just gonna kick their asses myself.
Yes… this cardboard cut-out of Thunder wasn’t doing anything for him. He couldn’t be dealing with practice speeches anyway; he had big grand gestures to make and violent monologues to spit out. He didn’t have time to speak to a cardboard Thunder, he didn’t have time to speak to the real Thunder, he didn’t have time for any of them. The only person that mattered was the champion, and right now the champion had to make a choice.
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In history many great stands have taken place against oppressive and unfair regimes. Men and women have held their heads high and rebelled against the totalitarian state that has restricted their civil liberties and rights to live a free and prosperous life. These men and women are heroes, putting their own safety at risk with the knowledge that even if they change nothing at least they tried, and at least they got their message across. These stands are what make humanity great.
This… is not one of those stands.
Trace Demon: I concede.
Bald Sponsor Dude: Wait what?
This understandably came as a surprise to the men and women sitting in the room, each of whom represented one of the WFWF’s bigger sponsors. All in all there were five different sponsors represented in this office and each of them were threatening to pull their publicity, and more importantly their lovely, lovely money from the WFWF. Since Trace Demon never took the time to learn their names we figured we didn’t need to bother either. Hence we’ll only call them by their most distinguishable feature because you know, what else is there to do?
Trace Demon: I concede, I give up, I surrender, I admit defeat, I hold my hands up, I wave the white flag. How many other versions do you want?
Red headed hipster weirdo: We were pretty sure we’d have to convince you.
With that hair and those hot topic clothes, no chance. Dude, you shouldn’t be working for a soft drink company, you should be getting baked on a beach in Cali, ironically of course.
Trace Demon: That’s because you’re all idiots who thought that you could convince me in the first place. I’m not doing this because you asked, I’m doing it because… well actually yeah I’m doing it because you asked, but not because you threatened, got it?
White Afro Jack: Not really.
Trace Demon: Sigh, and I say that out loud because I feel like you’re all so stupid you won’t actually understand the importance of an actual sigh. Here’s the deal, I agree to step back from match making, you get in someone who knows what they’re doing and I continue to take this company to new heights behind the scenes and you can do absolutely nothing about it. Also, you have to stop being little b*****s whenever I mutilate some poor idiot in a wrestling ring because it’s kind of my job. Those are my conditions.
White Afro Jack: I’m pretty sure those were our conditions.
Frogger: Except for the b*****s part, we definitely did not include that.
Everyone knows that every great professional wrestling contract includes at least one use of the term b***h. It’s a real thing, look it up. Did you look it up? That means you’re an idiot.
Trace Demon: No, those are definitely my conditions, and either you agree to them or I walk out and fill your car with bees and watch to see who can do the best Nicholas Cage impression.
The answer of course is none of them, nobody can truly capture the greatness that is Nicholas Cage.
Doctor Octopus crossed with Shaft: I think we all agree.
They all nod in agreement like they’re some secret cabal of super villains which I suppose they are, being representatives of big business and all.
Doctor Octopus crossed with Shaft: But let us warn you Trace, if you threaten u-
Trace Demon: Seriously, you finish that sentence and there will be bees in all of your cars. I’ve already got the bees.
White Afro Jack: We’re tr-
Trace Demon: They’re big bees.
Frogger: Tr-
Trace Demon: With stingers.
Red Headed Hipster weirdo: B-
Trace Demon: Don’t make me mention the spiders.
They all go quiet, mutually agreeing that there’s really no arguing with Trace when he goes off on one like this. Either that or they’re scared of spiders. Probably the spiders.
Trace Demon: I’m glad we all agree, but I’ll be watching you all, and the bees will be ready.
Trace makes his exit, leaving a palpable fear and mild confusion behind, and heads out into the corridor where Jason Anders awaits anxiously. The moment he sees Trace’s face he knows what colossal event just took place.
Jason Anders: You threatened them with the bees, didn’t you?
Trace Demon: Sometimes you’ve got to fight sponsors with radioactive bees. It’s a thing.
Jason Anders: It’s not a thing.
Trace Demon: Totally a thing.
The two are about to engage in a stereotypically comedic back and forth about radioactive bees, probably throwing in a superpower joke just for the giggles, you know, the usual stuff that you’re all used to by now, when their attention is taken by a woman. She’ll be important later on, we promise, but for now because we’ve got to be all mysterious we’ll just call her “the woman”. Real original we know but we’re still trying to figure out when we became a hive mind and started calling ourselves in the third person despite there only being one of us so cut us a break.
”The Woman”: Hello Trace.
She says it in passing, just enough for the pair of them to get a look at the black haired, tattooed and pierced beauty who could turn an angel to Satanism with a bat of the eyelashes. She continues walking, right on into the office full of odd looking sponsor representatives.
Jason Anders: Who was that?
A grin grows across Trace’s lips, not a smirk, an actual grin.
Trace Demon: I’ve got a feeling she’s the reason things are about to get very, very interesting.
< *** >
I pay no heed to the passage of time. It matters little to me, while it seems to matter greatly to others. From the moment this tag team match was announced all of the attention has been put on mine and Thunder’s history. As a team, as cohorts, as WFWF Tag Team Champions. It seems that to you all this match matters because we are teaming once again but under circumstances much more tenuous than in the past. You people seem to think that simply because we teamed together once upon a time that there is more to this match than there is actually is. You want to think that this match is all about how we’ll work together based on our history, about whether we still have the golden touch that we had as a team all those years ago. You want to get all nostalgic about it, when the truth is there is nothing more to this match than the obvious… the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship.
The past doesn’t matter, the past never matters, the present is the only thing that affects the way the world works and it’s the only thing that has any bearing on this match. Forget about WFWF Tag Team Champions Trace Demon and Thunder, those men are long gone now. Think only of WFWF World Heavyweight Champion Trace Demon and the rightful challenger Thunder. Yes, rightful challenger. I watched the battle royal and I told you all that only one of the four men called victor truly deserved this match against me at Superbrawl. I said I’d hold my tongue because I didn’t want to cause a stir but now that I don’t have to concern myself with appeasing sponsors I’ve decided I don’t have to keep my mouth shut. Thunder, in my eyes you won that battle royal, you were the only man in there who put on a performance worthy of being called the number one contender. So here we stand side by side as equals, the best in the world against the only man worthy of challenging him. If that doesn’t scare the rookies opposite us I don’t know what will.
Because it should scare you Garrett, and you Chase. You should both fear what we are capable of doing and of what we will do to you to prove ourselves ahead of Superbrawl. Because that’s what this is about, it’s about Superbrawl. You two are nobodies, complete non-entities to us, you’re a stepping stone for us to show our dominance, to show why we’re the true stars of Superbrawl. Garrett, you’re a rich kid with nothing to back it up, a loud mouth who likes the sound of his own voice. Guess what, I like the sound of my own voice as well but at least when I speak people give a crap what I’ve got to say. When I speak people listen, when you speak… well it’s like the chirping of a cricket. Chase, I don’t even know what to say about you, you’re like a bad Joe Bishop tribute act with a rat thrown in to add to the creepiness factor. And guess what, Joe Bishop’s creepy enough as it is, you seen his hair? You two don’t matter, you’re nobodies, thrown together because people like to have something to laugh at, because people like to see a freak show even if they deny it. You two satisfy the curiosity, you answer the question of what happens when you throw two freaks into the ring with two stars.
But I already know the answer – a bloodbath.
And that is what it’s going to be. I’m going to walk into that ring with my sole intention being to tear you apart, to spill your blood and make sure everybody remembers exactly what I’m capable of. And I do it knowing full well that Thunder intends to do the exact same thing. For me this isn’t about the past, for Thunder it isn’t about the past. For us it’s about the present, it’s about sending a message right here, right now that come Supebrawl… we are the only ones that matter.
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Post by Rated R on Jan 11, 2014 14:05:19 GMT -5
Mayor Adam West...
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Post by Rated R on Jan 11, 2014 13:44:18 GMT -5
SCWA In Canada 09/15/09; Montreal, Quebec, CanadaAttendance: 25001. LyNN & Matt Dangerous Defeated Red Assassins in 10:22 when Dangerous hit the Double Underhook Powerbomb on Red Dragon. *** 2.) Jason Williams Defeated Devin Curtis in 07:43 with the Psycho Driver. ** 3.) Jake Richards vs. Harry Carraway went to a double count out in 13:54. *** 4.) Kevin Hart & Daniel Sinn Defeated Ace Bennett & Sam Kineval in 21:54 when Hart made Bennett tap to the Sharpshooter. **** 5. SCWA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH) Tyler Moxley & Paul Patton Defeated Trace Demon & Jason Star [c] in 18:32 when Patton hit the Diamond Cutter on Star to become the 2nd Champions. **** 6. FOUR CORNERS SURVIVAL) Jack Joseph Defeated El Hierro Corazon, Josh Bregar and Eddy Valentino in 10:32, last eliminated Bregar with the JJJ. **3/4 7) Mike Bockwinkel Defeated Duan Sanchez Jr. in 18:42 with the BS: Championship Edition. *** 8 – SCWA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH) Chaz Classic [c] Defeated Kevin Steen & Chris Hammers in 25:42 when Classic hit the Remember That on Steen. **** 6th Defence.
- The opener was a great match marred by a rough looking injury for Assassin. Assassin ended up taking a bad bump when he went for a suicide dive and ended up landing straight on his shoulder in the collision. Not long after Red Dragon took the Double Underhook for the finish. Following the match the official threw up the dreaded ‘X’ with Assassin helped to back with his arm in a makeshift sling.
- Jason Williams continued on his roll with a decisive victory over Devin Curtis. Williams is being set up for something big, that much is clear, and if they keep giving him victories like this then it won’t be long until he gets there. And that Psycho Driver is absolutely beastly to boot.
- Jack Richards and Harry Carraway had an absolute beast of a brawl as you would expect from the two of them. It was a stiff looking affair that saw both men nailing some brutal punches, kicks, knees and the odd slam here and there. Neither man looked close to winning when it went to the outside, the two of them brawling into the crowd and getting counted out in the process. Officials and security had to restrain them afterwards to stop the brawl from continuing.
- Four of the SCWA’s youngsters put on a classic of a tag team contest with all four of them being given an opportunity to shine. Before the match Ace Bennett announced that he would be using his rematch clause against Kevin Hart at next month’s big Newark show The Clash so there was momentum on the line in this one. Sam Kineval ended up getting distracted by Bryan Danielson and hightailed it through the crowd to escape him, leading Bennett to eat the Original Sinn which Hart followed up with the Sharpshooter for the win.
- On the final night of the Canadian tour the SCWA crowned new tag team champions in the form of Three Kings members Tyler Moxley and Paul Patton. In another classic tag team contest that just about matched the previous one Demon and Star took Moxley and Patton to their absolute limits in a match that was as stiff as it was technical. The three minute sequence between Moxley and Demon where they just nailed each other with stiff strikes and slams could make up a highlight video all on its own. At one point it looked like Demon and Star would regain the gold but then Patton ‘accidentally’ took out the referee and Moxley took Demon out with a powerbomb through a table on the outside, leaving Star to fall victim to the Diamond Cutter for the pinfall. The Three Kings get their first taste of SCWA gold and if they’re to be believed it won’t be the last.
- A fast paced four corners survival bout suffered from how inexperienced the likes of Bregar and Corazon are when it comes to holding together a multi-man match like this but it still featured some fast paced action and was just the rest moment people needed. The first out was Valentino who has really dropped down the pecking order as of late, taking a Spinning Powerbomb from Bregar. Corazon, who was bright spot with some crazy spots, caught the same fate after Bregar caught him in mid-air and connected with the same move. Joseph and Bregar duked it out from there and Joseph picked up yet another victory, he’s been on a roll since losing the ridiculous X-Jack name and it was announced that he’d get a non-title match against the World Champion in Baltimore next month.
- Duan Sanchez Jr. continues to be very inconsistent in the ring. In one match he’ll genuinely look like a legitimate title challenger and then the next you’d swear he didn’t even want to be there. Sadly tonight we got the latter as he and Bockwinkel went to a perfectly average match but nothing more than that and the fans made it very clear what they thought about it. Thankfully this looks like the end of this rather lackluster feud as Bockwinkel went over cleanly with the BS: Championship Edition after Sanchez kicked out of the regular Bockwinkel special. Hopefully both men can move on to better things from here.
- Chaz Classic made the sixth defence of his SCWA World Heavyweight Championship tonight in a match where he was completely outmatched strength and weight wise. Chris Hammers and Kevin Steen are well known for being heavy hitters and fighting stiff and there was plenty of that with Classic stuck in the middle. He played it smart though, picking his spots and hitting both men with everything he had when he got the chance. Classic played the underdog so well that the fans really got behind him in a way they just don’t when he’s working the microphone which might have something to do with the fact he’s really boring when he speaks. Hammers and Steen had a great series towards the end akin to Trace Demon and Tyler Moxley earlier in the night with Steen nailing Hammers with a package piledriver on the outside. Classic somehow pulled Steen through the ropes and into a rollup and when that didn’t pay off he countered a powerbomb attempt with a big Remember That to take the win and retain the title.
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Post by Rated R on Jan 9, 2014 13:31:27 GMT -5
Yeah, I absolutely loved this years show and it's fully inspired me to get back into NJPW after a while without watching. I'd recommend it to anyone who enjoys great wrestling, especially those final four matches. Plus the commentary is amazing, even if you don't understand a word of it I bet you it'll get you hyped.
Also, Nakamura is the king of swag.
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Post by Rated R on Jan 5, 2014 16:12:44 GMT -5
Massive shout outs to Progs, Bishop, Drakz, Cam, Mikes, Shawn, anyone else I might have left out and, for the ego-boost, myself for making the first Revolution of 2014 by far one of the best not only in terms of write ups but also angle development. Seriously some great stuff here that'd make me tune into the next episode if I was watching this. Bravo.
I'll be getting in touch with everyone in the next few days to talk about Superbrawl but from the way it's shaping up it's going to be a hell of a card and we're only one show into the buildup.
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Post by Rated R on Jan 5, 2014 16:10:27 GMT -5
”Horseshoes and Hand Grenades” by Green Day resonates throughout the arena to a high quality mixture of cheers and jeers from the fans.
Christa Adina: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he is THUNDER!
Sure enough, the man known as Thunder comes out from behind the curtain, a satisfied look on his face.
Cameron Stone: Smug prick.
Alecia Matthews: Hey now, I know you are buddy buddy with his opponent, but come on. Thunder has gone from down in the dumps to getting the opportunity to main event SuperBrawl in the WFWF Championship match against Trace Demon. A shot at redemption. Imagine the fanfare.
Cameron Stone: I would rather not.
Thunder rolls into the ring.
“Come as You Are” by Nirvana hits. Insta-heel reaction activated.
Christa Adina: And his partner, he is the WFWF International Champion, he is Crow!
From behind the curtain come the members of The Nest, singing along eerily to the beat of the song, swaying back and forth as the WFWF International Champion comes out from the back, patting all of the members of the Nest on the head, kissing the last one on the forehead as he makes his way to the ring.
Alecia Matthews: As creepy as he is, Crow may have had the best night of anyone at Scars and Stripes. Not only is he a co winner of the Battle Royal, he also somehow managed to ge ahold of the WFWF International Championship…and this was all in his debut.
Crow gets to the ring, slowly climbing in, staring at Thunder the entire time.
”Revelation” by Symphony X resonates throughout the arena. The fans rise to their feet, going ballistic at the sound that had long been forgotten.
Christa Adina: And their opponents. At a combined weight of five hundred and ten pounds, they are Shawn Malakai and Ace Bennett…THEY ARE REEEEEEEEEVVVVVVEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAATTTTTTIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOON!
From behind the curtains come Shawn Malakai and Ace Bennett, donning VINTAGE Revelation attire. Malakai, wearing his leather trench coat and Bennett, an old Revelation T Shirt.
Alecia Matthews: Is this a one time thing?
Samael Ahriman: One would imagine.
Alecia Matthews: Then why go all out for old gear?
Cameron Stone: **camera pointing to him wearing Stone gear** Merchandising baaaaaaaaaaaaabaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy!
Malakai and Bennett look at one another, back at the ring, shrug, and take off towards the ring, sliding in and before the ref could call for the bell, all four of the men were in a kerfuffle.
Alecia Matthews: Well that escalated about as quick as anyone could have expected.
Cameron Stone: Did you really expect this to not break down? I am surprised it took this long.
Alecia Matthews: This long? IT JUST STARTED.
Cameron Stone: I figured we would have a cut to the back where they were all trying to kill each other.
Thunder and Malakai are fighting it out, as are Crow and Bennett. Dishing out the dukes, Malakai has the advantage on Thunder out of the gate, hitting a few strong jaw shots sending the former champ staggering. Malakai swings him against the ropes and dumps him over the top with a sick clothesline.
On the other side of the ring, Crow has Bennett dead to rights, taking it too Ace with a series of uppercuts. Ace dodges one though and takes full advantage, turning to the side and delivering a nasty kick to the chest of Crow. Crow stumbles towards the ropes, Bennett dropkicking him through the middle and out to the floor with Thunder.
Alecia Matthews: Great work by Malakai and Bennett there, taking It to them early.
Samael Ahriman: It is not over!
Cameron Stone: CLEAR THE DECKS! CANNONBALL COMIN’ BABY!
In the ring, Malakai was standing at the ropes that had just been the fate of Crow and Thunder. Malakai looks back over his shoulder at Bennett and seems to spin his finger in the air. Bennett gets a smug look on his face and nodded. Bennett goes off of the ropes by Malakai, turns to run the opposite ropes, his speed increasing each time he ricochets, and as he nears Malakai again, Malakai kind of crouches. He gets his hand under the gut of Bennett, who has started to launch, Malakai using that force to aid Bennett up and over the top rope, reaching an ungodly height as the areal Ace comes crashing down with tremendous force, hitting both Crow and Thunder with a mega cross body.
Malakai leaps up the turnbuckle, Kaepernicking as the fans lose their sh*t.
Alecia Matthews: Ok, that was cool.
Bennett pulls himself to his feet and rolls into the ring, celebrating with Malakai.
Samael Ahriman: Malakai and Bennett clearly with control in the early goings of this match.
Alecia Matthews: …the match never started.
Cameron Stone: Nope.
Thunder and Crow are now somewhat on their feet. Thunder has lost his head, meanwhile Crow, rescrewing his head onto his body, looks as calm as ever. As Thunder and Crow make it into the ring, the ref holds Malakai and Bennett back so the other team can get set for the match. Malakai and Ace whisper to one another, Bennett stepping out of the ring. Thunder starts to charge the other corner to get in against Malakai, but Crow grabs Thunders arm before he can take off. He is yelling SOMETHING, which apparently Sam makes out.
Samael Ahriman: Crow trying to keep Thunder on the sidelines till he calms down.
Cameron Stone: Smart. Thunder is going to get them disqualified otherwise.
It seems after some persuasion, Thunder has agreed to step out. Crow and Malakai then start to circle the wagons as the ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Malakai goes for a tie up on Crow, who somehow seems to have magically trimmed down and gotten a bit shorter since Scars and Stripes.
Magic. Witchcraft.
Crow allows the tie up but he worms out immediately, getting behind Malakai. He goes for a kidney shot but Malakai is well aware of the forthcoming move and scoots forward and takes a wild back hand swing, just missing the nose of Crow. Crow stands toe to toe with Malakai now, completely unintimidated. Malakai shouts something at Crow, to which Crow laughs with that sadistic, maniacal laugh. Malakai takes a shot at Crow, who moves, catching onto Shawns arm. He hits a Russian Leg Sweep on the big man, taking him down.
Cameron Stone: Not often we see Malakai taken off of his feet like that.
Crow acts as if he heard Stone, showing…EMOTION. The world may be ending, as Crow cracks a smile. He backs against the ropes and drops a running elbow into Malakais sternum. Cover.
… 1 …
… 2 …
Malakai kicks out at two. Crow pins Malakais arm to the mat and leaves his knees, driving them both into the pinned arm. Malakai rolls, grabbing onto the arm. Crow uses his strength to roll Malakai back and hit the knees to Malakai again, except this time, targeting Malakais bum hand.
Samael Ahriman: Smart targeting by Crow.
Cameron Stone: Yep.
The WFWF International Champion gets to his feet, standing with one foot on Malakais hand. He smashes his boot down onto the hand, squashing it like a bug, Malakai thrashing around in pain. Crow stomps on the elbow a few times. Crow drags Malakai to the corner and stares at Thunder, almost as if he is asking him if he is calm now. Thunder sticks out his hand, and Crow makes the tag. Crow holds the hand down to the mat with his boot, Thunder ascending the top rope. The crowd boos as he leaps off, curb stomping Malakais elbow. Bennett bolts into the ring and starts screaming at the ref, trying to get Crow out. With the refs back turned thanks to the involuntary distraction by Bennett, Malakai gets double teamed something fierce by Thunder and Crow, both men stomping on the arm and chest of the downed giant.
Cameron Stone: The man is the number one contender for the WFWF Championship. Show some respect.
Alecia Matthews: …they all are the number one contender for the WFWF Championship. So is Scarlett Quinn. Hell, you might be too, Cam.
Cameron Stone: Really?
Samael Ahriman: No.
Cameron Stone: Well then NO POUTINE FOR YOU.
Samael Ahriman: What the f*ck are you? The Poutine Nazi?
Cameron Stone: Yep.
Ace rushes to his corner so the ref will pay attention again. Thunder gets onto his knees and gets Malakai into a reverse armbar, really cranking on the pressure. Malakais eyes are about ready to come out of his head.
Samael Ahriman: Thunder taking full advantage of an old injury on Malakai of his causing.
Alecia Matthews: Well…technically Malakai was the one who lit himself on fire.
Samael Ahriman: Well Thunder all but made him resort to such tactics in order to win his title back.
Alecia Matthews: That Malakai originally took from him…
Samael Ahriman: Are you REALLY defending Thunder right now?
Alecia Matthews: Playing devils advocate. Were his actions really necessary? Did he have to destroy our announce table?
Samael Ahriman: I cannot believe you.
In the ring, Thunder has the hold cranked in pretty good. Malakai has tried and failed a couple of times to get footing underneath him, but he fails each time. Malakai gets his foot to the rope, touching the bottom one, but losing his balance and no longer touching, the ref not forcing the break. Bennett half enters the ring again, peeving the ref off. The ref reads Ace the riot act, and as he does so, Malakai cocks his free arm up and back, blasting Thunder in the Child Maker. Thunder obviously releases the hold, in pain. Crow shouts at the ref, bending over the ropes and swinging back in sheer annoyance, trying to get his attention. The ref turns around, seeing the carnage in the corner. Crow shoots a comment at the ref, along the lines of ‘a little late, bunghole.’
Alecia Matthews: Well Malakai just f*cked up Thunder.
Samael Ahriman: ‘Twas funny.
The crowd is willing on Malakai, who is starting to get to his feet. As is Thunder, still shaken. He stumbles into the corner and tags in Crow, who comes into the ring, but he is met with a Feint Rolling Kick by Malakai!
Cameron Stone: I TAUGHT HIM THAT ONE!
Malakai is down. Crow is down. The fans are on their feet!
Alecia Matthews: This place is electric!
The fans are chanting on Malakai, who crawls to his corner, taking one half leap on his knee and extending his arm. Tag.
Samael Ahriman: HOT TAG TO BENNETT. HERE WE GO!
Bennett comes into the ring and OBLITERATES Crow with a clothesline. Crow is up again, perhaps on reflex, and gets another clothesline for his efforts. Up again, Bennett PUNCH. PUNCH. KICK. PUNCH. BACKFIST. SPINNING HEEL KICK! Crow is down! Bennett climbs up to the top rope, but before he can jump off, Thunder gets ahold of him somehow and shoves him off of the top, out of the ring, Bennett crashing into the barricade on the outside. The ref, enraged, goes up to Thunder and shouts at him. Like a speeding bullet, Malakai charges from wherever he was hidden, going for Thunder with a clothesline but in his way he also takes out the referee. Thunder, Bennett, Malakai and the ref are down.
Cameron Stone: It is like a car crash out here.
Alecia Matthews: This is going to get ugly.
Malakai is up, shouting out to Thunder some words that…well...yeah…cannot be said on the air. Malakai turns around…WACK.
The crowd boos. Loudly.
Crow, having disappeared, got himself a steel chair in the commotion. With the ref down, he wacks Malakai in the head with the chair. Malakai crumples under the weight of the shot, dead. Crow outstretches his arms in a sadistic pose, letting out an equally creepy laugh, almost drinking in the jeers from the fans. He looks out at the fans in the upper bowl, smiling as he pulls the chair up and hits down hard on Malakai. Again. And again.
The crowd is letting him have it.
Alecia Matthews: This is getting REALLY bad.
On the outside, Thunder has regained his cognizance and is keeping watch on the outside of the ring, making sure no one comes down for he aid.
Alecia Matthews: Someone should help. Hey…wait…Sam…what…!
On the other side of the ring, of no attention to anyone else, Ace Bennett has recovered somewhat from his attack from Thunder. On the other side of the announce table, Samael has removed his headset and is staring down Bennett.
Alecia Matthews: Not this again…wait…what?
Samael reaches behind his chair, pulling out the kendo stick he carries around! Over the table it goes, Bennett catching it out of mid air. Bennett twirls it around and around. He smiles, walking towards the other side of the ring. Before helping Malakai, he turns his attention to Thunder. The former WFWF Champion turns around. WACK. WACK. WACK. Down goes Thunder, Bennett pelting him over and over. The crowd loses it.
He hears the next crack from Crow, and Bennett turns his attention to the ring. He slides in, kendo stick in hand, and takes a swing at Crow, missing. Crow takes a shot at Bennett with the chair, misses. Both men swing, the weapons collide, nothing. Bennett goes to his knees and cracks Crow in the shin with the stick, stunning the International Champion. Another hit, this time the chair coming out of Crows hands.
Crow backs into the corner.
Cameron Stone: HE HAS HIM. GET THE BASTARD.
Bennett twirls the kendo stick and points it at Crow, in Home Run fashion. Crow, for the first time, has a somewhat concerned look on his face. But he looks down and sees something off to the side that peaks his interest. His face turns into a grin, as he raises his arms up in the air and shouts and laughs. He yells at Bennett.
Crow: DO IT, ACE. HIT ME. MAKE ME HURT.
Ace Bennett: With pleasure.
Bennett cocks back and takes a swing, cracking Crow in the head with a sickening thud. Crow falls to the mat.
DING DING DING.
Everyone in the arena boos. Ace looks around, confused, and then he sees the ref in the other corner, half on his feet, looking directly at him, seeing Ace crushing Crow.
Christa Adina: Here are your winners as a result of a disqualification…Solomon Crow and Thunder!
Samael Ahriman: **facepalming** Ugh. Idiot.
Alecia Matthews: You gave him the means.
Cameron Stone: Shush.
Bennett tosses the kendo stick on the ground, rolling his eyes, flipping the ref the bird. He starts walking towards Crow…
Cameron Stone: LOOK OUT!
Ace never heard the warning. From behind comes Thunder, Crows chair in hand, crushing Bennett in the back with the chair The fans are all but ready to throw trash into the ring.
Malakai is up, barely, and he goes to Thunder and spins him around and he is met with a steel chair of his own to the head for his efforts. Thunder throws the chair down to the ground, looking down at Malakai.
Alecia Matthews: If this is a sign of things to come with these four…
Cameron Stone: And throwing Trace Demon and Scarlett Quinn into it…
Samael Ahriman: Toss in the WFWF Championship for good measure…
Alecia Matthews: This is going to get uglier.
Samael Ahriman: A ton uglier.
Crow staring at everything from his seat in the corner, his belt on his lap, a smile in his face and his ever maniacal laugh being let out as the camera now focuses on Thunder, still staring down at Malakai as the camera pans out and we fade to black.
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Post by Rated R on Jan 5, 2014 16:09:37 GMT -5
The arena lights go dark as Joe Bishop's new theme 'Lose It' blasts around the arena. After a few seconds Joe Bishop emerges in the entrance way. The three time National Champion, the belt draped over his shoulder, looks focused on the task at hand, ignoring the mixed response he receives from the WFWF fans as he walks down the ramp. Bishop climbs up the ring steps and enters the ring, handing the National Championship to the WFWF official as he waits for Reverend Shadow to appear.
Alecia Matthews: Joe Bishop stands in the middle of the ring, the National Champion before the match of his life, but I don't think anyone can see him leaving this arena with that belt.
O'Death hits as the 'WFWF's Living Saviour' Reverend Shadow appears in the entrance way, smiling at Joe Bishop. Shadow makes his way down the ramp, entering the ring and coming face to face with Bishop. The WFWF official raises the National Championship in the air, the bell then rings to initiate this National Championship match.
Samael Ahriman: Here we go, the legendary Reverend Shadow and the National Champion Joe Bishop going head to head for the belt.
Smash!
A right hand from Shadow gets us under-way, the two exchanging punches in the early stages of the match. Shadow soon takes control with a knee to the gut of Bishop, he follows it up with two uppercuts in quick succession that leaves the champion reeling and then takes Bishop to the ground with a running knee lift.
Alecia Matthews: Positive start from the favourite here.
Shadow looks to capitalise on his early momentum, positioning himself over Bishop and unleashing a torrent of clubbing blows to the face of his fallen foe. Shadow refuses to let up as Bishop desperately tries to protect himself from the blows. Eventually satisfied with the early damage he has done, Shadow stands, quickly locking Bishop in a Boston Crab to keep the momentum. Bishop looks to pull himself towards the ropes, but his first two attempts are thwarted by the Reverend who pulls him back to the centre of the ring.
Samael Ahriman: An awful start for Bishop, this is the last thing he needed.
On the third occasion however, Bishop is able to struggle towards the ropes and this time Shadow allows him to do so, letting Bishop out of the move as soon as he reaches the ropes. But the National Champion isn't allowed any time to catch his breath, as Shadow quickly pulls him back to his feet and sends him crashing into the turnbuckles. Bishop ends up face down on the mat, but is soon yanked back up and shoved into the corner as Shadow had originally intended. A couple of shoulder rams do some damage although Bishop remains standing as Shadow retreats to the other corner of the ring.
Alecia Matthews: It's not looking good for Bishop in the early stages of this match.
Samael Ahriman: He needs to get back into this quickly.
The hall-of-famer then races towards Bishop, looking to hit a spear in the corner of the ring, but the Englishman is able to avoid it and Shadow ends up crashing into the ring post. Bishop pulls Shadow away from the ring post and hits a German Suplex that leaves Shadow down in the middle of the ring. Bishop goes for the pin.
1...
No!
Alecia Matthews: Bishop failing to get the win there, but he might just have turned the tide in this match.
A quick kickout from Shadow annoys Bishop, he hits a couple of forearms to the head of Shadow, before forcing his arm into the neck of Shadow and again going for the pin.
1...
No!
Again Shadow kicks out. A frustrated Bishop gets up and moves Shadow into a seated position before applying a rear chinlock. Shadow struggles in the hold for a minute or so, but is able to escape it eventually, getting to his feet with the submission still applied and falling backwards to send Bishop crashing into the mat. Bishop instantly lets go of the hold allowing Reverend Shadow to take control of the match once again.
Samael Ahriman: Bishop has lost control of this one and it may well lead to him losing the National Championship.
Shadow beings stomping on the fallen Bishop who struggles to get to his feet as the blows reign down, but eventually he struggles up to face Shadow once again. Not for long though, as an Irish whip and big boot leave Bishop floored again.
Alecia Matthews: Shadow could be about to finish this one.
Shadow moves towards Bishop, who is able to keep Shadow at bay temporarily with a few kicks that don't make contact, but are enough to put Shadow off getting too close. Bishop then has enough time to shuffle backwards to the corner of the ring and slip out under the bottom rope just as Shadow was running towards his grounded opponent. Shadow looks bemused as Bishop goes over to the announcer table and grabs his National Championship.
Samael Ahriman: What's Bishop doing?
Shadow allows Bishop to roll back into the ring with the belt, Bishop tries to swing it at his opponent, but Shadow ducks under it and when Bishop turns round to have another go he's met by a kick to the gut and an implant DDT. Bishop's head crashes into the mat and he flips over, now face up in the middle of the ring, Shadows moves across and hooks the leg.
Alecia Matthews: Looks like he was trying to get himself disqualified to keep hold of the belt.
Samael Ahriman: And it's probably just cost him it.
1...
2...
NO!
Bishop is just able to get a shoulder up and avoid losing to Shadow for the time being. But Reverend can smell blood and intends to finish this one as quickly as possible. Shadow grabs Bishop by the hair and pulls him to his feet, the National Champion helpless as Shadow props him up. A fisherman suplex from Shadow gives him another chance to finish Bishop off.
1...
2...
Alecia Matthews: That has to be it.
NO!
Samael Ahriman: Well we were milliseconds away from having a new National Champion.
Another late kickout saves Bishop. Shadow gets to his feet, still wanting to finish this one off early, he grabs hold of Bishop's leg and it looks like he's about to lock in the Submission of Repentment. The National Champion is able to save himself, kicking Shadow away and springing up to his feet. Shadow looks to take Bishop down with a clothesline but Bishop ducks it and the two stand at opposite corners of the ring again. Shadow makes the first move looking to take Bishop down with a spear, but Bishop moves out of the way and is able to roll Shadow up looking for an out of the blue victory.
1...
2...
No!
Alecia Matthews: And Bishop nearly getting the victory here. Shadow has been in control for the most part but it really could go either way here.
Shadow managed to escape it and having got to his feet is able to swing his boot at the face of a downed Bishop. Shadow mounts the downed Bishop and starts firing blows at his face. But he soon regrets doing so as Bishop catches one of his punches and is able to lock Shadow in the Mactabilis Factum, flipping Shadow onto his back as he does so and gaining the higher ground.
Samael Ahriman: Oh my God, Bishop could be about to win this match from out of nowhere.
Shadow struggles at first, but it's locked in tight and there seems to be very little chance of escape. Shadow beings to look drowsy and while he clearly doesn't intend to tap out, escape looks less and less likely.
Alecia Matthews: Shades of Bishop's first title defence against Jayson Garrett.
Samael Ahriman: Indeed, Bishop passed out in that one and it's beginning to look like Shadow might go the same way.
Somehow Shadow pulls himself together and is able to throw a couple of elbows at the face of Bishop, he then manages to struggle free and get back to his feet. Bishop is quickly up too and he clearly can't believe that Shadow survived that. Bishop runs at Shadow and sends him straight back down to the mat with a flying knee to the jaw. Shadow collapses to the ground and Bishop sees his opportunity, leaping up to the top rope.
Alecia Matthews: Bishop's looking to hit the Decido Spiritus.
Samael Ahriman: This could be it.
Bishop goes for the Decido Spiritus but Shadow is able to roll out of the way at the last second and Bishop finds himself crashing into the mat.
Alecia Matthews: Ouch, that's got to hurt.
Shadow grabs Bishop by the hair, pulls him to his feet and sends him crashing face first into the mat with an Unholy Rapture.
Samael Ahriman: It's over.
Shadow falls onto the body of Bishop.
1...
2...
3!
Alecia Matthews: Bishop went close, but he couldn't get the job done against the hall-of-famer, we've got a new National Champion in Reverend Shadow.
Shadow is handed the National Championship by the referee as Bishop rolls out of the ring and heads to the back. Shadow stands tall in the middle of the ring, the new National Champion.
?: Shadow…
The familiar voice, unseen, cuts through the arena, surrounding Shadow in the center of the ring. The Reverend composes himself in the middle of the ring and stands in a state of complete peace, allowing himself to become one with the unseen stranger.
?: … Reverend Shadow.
The loud rev from an engine cuts through the area with a mean bark, announcing itself as something that should not treaded upon with caution.
?: … It almost seems like a lifetime ago when you and I dominated the WFWF. It was the time of a Higher Authority. You were the World Champion and I was the International Champion. The future looked bright and the hands of the WFWF seemed to fall on us. The legends and main eventers were all but gone; it was our chance to define our own history.
Suddenly, all eyes turned upon the jumbo tron, gazing over to the sight of WFWF legend, Wayne McGurk. The roar from the audience was almost deafening. It appeared that McGurk stood behind a chain-linked fence, pulling a cigarette away from his lips as he blew smoke towards the camera.
Wayne McGurk: Back in our day, we all fought through hell and back, giving ourselves- putting our lives on the line each and every night in the name of this company. There was never anything quite like it and there’s never been anything else like it. We made history, but yet you and I hardly stepped foot in the same ring together. It would have seemed like the perfect main event at the time, but our destines were never quite entwined as they are now, maybe with the exception of one or two occasions that’s happened only ‘cause there was nothing else to book.
Wayne takes a large drag off his cigarette and the camera pulls back to reveal and a half-body shot with his wife, a WFWF legend in her own right, Vanessa, snuggled up against him, just hanging off every word that came from her husband’s lips. In the ring, Rev watches all this with a smirk; it’s as if he too knows what’s coming next.
Wayne McGurk: The old lady and I rode into Scars & Stripes without the intention of actually winning; no, we were there to relive in the old days, to return to a time when we had the WFWF at the palm of our hand. It may all seem like ancient history now, but there was a time when I was the most feared and untouchable man in that locker room. You knew that when you were booked against Wayne or Vanessa McGurk that you were in for a beating so hard there was a chance in hell you were going to win.
Vanessa takes the cigarette away from Wayne’s hand and leans back against his towering frame, taking a nice long drag from the cigarette. Exhaling, Vanessa dreamily looks up at Wayne as she brings the cigarette to his lips; the man closing his eyes now as he enjoys the drag off his wife’s fingers.
Wayne McGurk: But Scars & Stripes, now that just riled something up in the both of us. Somehow, we both knew what was coming. You could almost say that it’s destined and how fitting that it will all come full circle in the biggest possible way. Reverend Shadow, it was just a matter of time before one of us cast the first stone, and come Superbrawl, the stones shall rain across all four corners of that very ring. Blood will be shed, bodies will be broken until nothing else is left but the insatiable appetite to survive.
Reverend Shadow closes his eyes, again sinking into deep meditation. His head nodding along to the elder McGurk’s words as his mouth opens to reveal one quiet yes after the other.
Wayne McGurk: So here’s my challenge: Superbrawl. A fight for the ages between two of the finest wrestlers this company has ever produced. You took the first shot, I’m giving you the offer with the venue all set and ready. All you have to do is say yes.
Vanessa sighed in Wayne’s arms and looked into the camera.
Vanessa: You’ve been on quite a roll since your return- you are virtually undefeated. I would think twice about risking that nice little streak if I were you.
Wayne McGurk: The choice is yours, Reverend Shadow. The choice is yours.
The image on the jumbo tron fades into the darkness, leaving Reverend Shadow alone in the center of the ring. His eyes still closed, the man in perfect meditation. The crowd is slowly becoming restless, hanging on to Shadow’s very actions, just waiting for him to say the word. The Reverend remains still. The crowd is fast becoming impatient; many of those in attendance shouting out, as if to somehow encourage him to give them what they want. With a spin in his step, Shadow swiftly takes the microphone and returns to his spot.
Reverend Shadow: May the better man win.
The crowd pops into a deafening ovation.
Samael Ahriman: Can you believe this?!
Alecia Matthews: There we have it. One of the first matches announced for Superbrawl. Wayne McGurk vs. Reverend Shadow!
Reverend Shadow drops the microphone as “O’Death” hits the arena speakers, allowing him his moment to exit the ring.
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Post by Rated R on Jan 5, 2014 16:08:40 GMT -5
The video had started to show some light and it had been in a training room. The lights were dim and the equipment wasn’t used at the moment. The seven foot tall ZMaster had shown his face following the events of Scars and Stripes. Though disappointment existed.
ZMaster: Looking at that mirror I had seen my fate and I accepted it. I know the path that I am going. Scars and Stripes further emphasized that it wasn’t meant to happen. The black mark on my career is still going to be there. I suppose I can live with it and move forward. I don’t like it but I have no choice but to accept it. Many wonder why I returned in the first time. It had been a long time. The real reason has to do with a proper finale. I am not expected to go for championships this time around. It is about closure that I thought would have happened years ago.
ZMaster had paused for a moment and had been thinking about what the plans for the future were going to be. His mind had also gone into the past as he had recalled many moments that had happened such as being a champion alongside with times he thought he was to have retired. Each time had shown that there was no true conclusion and final chapter written properly.
ZMaster: I will make it official as Super Brawl will be my last stand. That means after that event, I will be finished. Super Brawl is my last match. Once the event is over, I will not be returning and that is 100%. Years ago I thought I was done but I never said it was 100%. I had thought that it would be the case but it has proven to not be. Before I go, it seems that I had been challenged on Revolution.
He turned to the opposite direction and stared at the wall. He breathed heavily but then continued to plan out his next move. After declaring what he had declared, it became about doing what was necessary to complete his final journey. In order to do so, he realized that obstacles stood in the way and would merely be a vehicle to see what was next.
ZMaster: Our paths had crossed beforehand. You cost me a shot at being world champion one more time at Scars and Stripes years back. Ironically, you were someone that played a part of history as I would claim a tag team title becoming a WFWF Grand Slam Champion. Our history is known but now is not the time to look back completely. It’s a different setting with no championships. There is nothing to gain in terms of titles or legacies.
He paused for a brief moment to collect his thoughts. He had described his opponent very well and one of his past. He had thought about it and realized that there was no point in turning back.
ZMaster: Reverend Shadow, you wish to face me one on one? Your wish shall be granted. I will be waiting for you on the next edition of Revolution.
As ZMaster had finished speaking, the video had started to cut off slowly and it faded into the darkness.
Alecia Matthews: Up next we have one of the stranger matches of the evening as two misfit teams of three pair up to face off in a strange bedfellows six man tag team match.
Samael Ahriman: Strange is right, you’d almost think this one was thrown together because they had six guys left over.
Cameron Stone: Don’t be stupid, nobody would do something so ridiculous.
Samael Ahriman: Dude, they hired you.
Alecia Matthews: Burn.
Six Man Strange Bedfellows Tag Team Match Yukio Blaze, Jayson Garrett & Chase Landon vs. Whisper, Ace Andrews & Dex You might have thought that the teams itself was the strangest part of this six man tag team match but that turned out to be only a minor part of proceedings because things got even stranger before the match even started as Whisper and Ace Andrews didn’t even turn up. Yes, Dex was left all alone as Whisper’s War have turned out to be more Whisper’s Minor Irritation. Dex refused to forfeit the match however and took on all three of his opponents on his own, the masked madman living up to his nickname. And credit where credit is due Dex gave them a hell of a fight despite being outnumbered. He took on all three men and gave them each his best and had to convert some of his doubters in the process. Towards the end of the match he had his best chance to pull off the upset of the year (however early that might be) when Garrett and Landon began arguing at ringside, something about Landon’s pet rat giving Garrett rabies, leaving Dex to roll up Yukio for an oh so close near fall. Blaze kicked out however and then managed to counter the God’s Favourite Stunner with a jawbreaker. Blaze would follow up with the Trail Blazer to finally put Dex down for the count and pick up the victory. Victors: Yukio Blaze, Jayson Garrett & Chase Landon
Samael Ahriman: Well that was… well, damn impressive.
Alecia Matthews: That was a star making performance is what that was.
Cameron Stone: Either way Yukio Blaze picks up the win for his team though they don’t look like much of a team to me.
Indeed Jayson Garrett and Chase Landon continue to argue over the rat on the outside while Yukio Blaze sits in the ring staring out at them, something triggering in his mind. Whatever it is we probably don’t want to know, and that’s why we’re gonna cut away quickly to some kind of video so we can come back just as quickly…
As we return to the arena we see Drakz already half way down the ramp making his way toward the ring. As in line with his previous two recent appearances the PA system is resting on its laurels and he enters under the ring ropes unaccompanied.
Alecia Matthews: It's got to be said since his return Drakz has hardly been wowing us with his ring walks. Where's the theatre? Where's the pazaz?
Once stood he calls for a mic, which is tossed to him, and addresses the thousands in attendance.
Drakz: Ladies and Gentlemen, we're now in the home straight.
The audience responds with a cheer.
Drakz: We're heading into the big one.
Again the audience pops.
Cameron Stone: Is he talking about Superbrawl?
Samael Ahriman: Go figure.
Drakz: Right now however it seems we don't even have a single match set in stone for the card. I intend to set that straight right now.
The arena goes wild knowing this really is the first step towards Superbrawl.
Alecia Matthews: Does he even have the authority to do that?
Drakz: As you all know I was let down the other night. I intended on giving you all a match of the ages, a dream match up. But for reasons unknown my opponent decided not to show. Now I'm not going to dwell on that as we all need to look dead ahead, not over our shoulder, and so my final thought for the housebound Philip Schneider is thus.
Much to the enjoyment of the audience Drakz flicks a middle finger at the closest camera and moves on quickly.
Cameron Stone: Well that's hardly very humble is it?
Samael Ahriman: I think it's rather deserved though and by the sounds of it so do these fans.
Drakz: Now that's done with let's move on to bigger and more pressing issues. In just over a months time we will be stood on the grandest stage of them all and I want to take that opportunity to not only make my long awaited in ring return, but also to help someone's trajectory. Now that might sound egotistical but I don't intend it to be taken that way. What I mean is, I'm willing to face literally anyone at Superbrawl. I don't mind if you're new this week, long since retired or anywhere in between I'm willing to give you a match on Pay Per View that just might make your career. Win lose or draw it's common knowledge that a fight with me is a fight that will go down in history, especially when it's got the kind of platform Superbrawl offers. So………….
He turns toward the ring ramp.
Drakz: Like I said at Scars & Stripes, tonight, right now on Revolution, I'm offering an open challenge for Superbrawl. So whoever wants to take up this golden opportunity should do so now.
Nothing. Drakz stares up the ramp to the stage yet still nothing happens.
Alecia Matthews: No one seems all that keen on the idea.
Samael Ahriman: Perhaps everyone back there knows enough about Drakz's past to not jump at the opportunity.
Drakz: Well I honestly thought my hand would have been bitten off, maybe they're all fighting out back trying to be the first on out here.
Drakz laughs and lowers the mic again, his eyes fixed on the stage awaiting his opponent. Still nothing.
Drakz: You know I was expecting to have someone's entrance music just cut me off half way through like usual but it seems…..
"SHOCK OUT!" booms over the arena PA and Drakz's face drastically changes from that of patience to confusion. A strobe light flickers as the stage fills with rising smoke through which emerges an old face, kind of. Drakz now looks on in complete disbelief and follows every step his opponent takes as he erupts through the smoke and begins to run down the ramp toward the ring.
Samael Ahriman: Oh my God! Look who it is!
Cameron Stone: Who is it?
Alecia Matthews: Yeah who is it?
Drakz backs up against the opposite ring ropes and continues to watch this masked man with a look of terror. The music finally cuts and the masked man jumps down from the top rope and turns to face Drakz who raises the mic to his lips.
Drakz: I don't know who that is behind that mask but do you think this is funny? You have no idea about what this represents. You think you can don a gas mask, turn on the music and come out here as Chaemo? This is f*cking madness!
Cameron Stone: What's a Chaemo?
Samael Ahriman: Who not what.
The crowd are near silent for once, watching Drakz come close to break down.
Drakz: Who are you?
He gets no reply from the masked man.
Drakz: You can't be Chaemo. I'm Chaemo. I was Chaemo, or he was me I guess. Either way that whole thing is dead.
Alecia Matthews: This makes no sense.
Samael Ahriman: You need to do some research if you want to keep this job.
The man masquerading as Chaemo stands firm and slowly shakes his head. Drakz is at his wits end and begins shouting.
Drakz: Take it off! Take that mask off!
The masked man shakes his head again.
Drakz: Take the mask off and only then will I grant you the match. While that gas mask hides your identity you're wasting your time.
The masked head continues to shake, responding NO to everything Drakz says.
Drakz: This is your final warning mate. Take the mask off!
This time Drakz reaches out and grabs the front of the mask with one hand but the fake Chaemo pulls a roll of quarters from his back pocket and blasts Drakz hard upside the head, dropping him with one shot. Drakz crumples to the floor and the mic thuds as it hits the canvas, all of this has the crowd in a state of disarray, not really knowing how to react. Chaemo takes this opportunity to leave the scene, giving Drakz a prod with his boot as he goes. He exits the ring and then jumps the guard wall and disappears up and into the crowd whilst members of staff rush to the ring to check on Drakz's condition.
Samael Ahriman: Good lord! Whoever that was dressed up like Chaemo just blindsided Drakz.
Cameron Stone: You got knocked the f*ck out son!
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Post by Rated R on Jan 5, 2014 16:06:42 GMT -5
We cut to the backstage interview booth where our very own Daniel Knight stands with the Velocity Grrrl, Penny Shannon. Penny stands rather smug in her hoodie, holding in her arms a backpack in the form of a cuddly, anime-looking, pink-and-blue tomcat.
Daniel Knight: Penny Shannon, the wrestling world is still in shock over your action in Scars & Stripes. What can you say to Scarlett Quinn and people watching tonight.
Penny Shannon: …
Daniel Knight stands there waiting for her to say something.
Penny Shannon: Bring the mic closer, dumbass.
Daniel Knight brings the mic closer to Penny’s lips and with that, the Velocity Grrrl smugly shrugs and positions herself so that both Daniel and the camera can see her clearly.
Penny Shannon: First of all, tonight is not about poor, little Scarlett. It’s about me and for the first time, getting my chance to walk into that ring under my own terms. I mean, they even made it an ‘ultraviolent spectacle’- how much more ‘me’ could tonight get?
Penny takes a break to pause.
Penny Shannon: Now, I’m not afraid of Scarlett. If she wants me, she knows where to find me. I don’t care when or where, it’s all up to her. She could come to me now- heck, she could even interrupt my match tonight. I’m available, but I ain’t saying squat until I see her face-to-face.
Penny licks her lips and takes another pause.
Penny Shannon: Like I said on the top of this whole thing, tonight is about me and nobody else and I’ve come prepared- oh boy, am I prepared. Now check this out-
Penny opens her adorable backpack and takes out a bottle of roll-on deodorant.
Penny Shannon: This is a stick of deodorant laced with jelly-fish venom and shards of broken glass!
Daniel Knight: OUCH!
Penny Shannon: You’re damn right, ouch! Because as much as people are going to remember this stick of Ultraviolent Deodorant, people are going to remember tonight as the night I final emerge from the darkness and take this world for myself. Because believe you me, I have been waiting and I’ve been planning, because as much as everybody here is going to hate me tonight, just watch and see, because it isn’t going to be long before I become the most feared and the most adored wrestler in promotion. Mark my words, because the era of Penny, the era of the Virgins start the moment I walk into that ring and kick some ass.
Penny smiles at the camera and then walks away, leaving Daniel Knight standing there without the chance for any kind of follow up.
Daniel Knight: .. There you have it. Let’s return back to ringside.
The arena lights fall. Darkness completely covers the arena; a smattering of the audience resort to holding up their phones, flickering bits of bright light to cut through the darkness. On top of all this, smoke has begun filling up the ramp as Evanescence’s “Bring Me To Life” slowly creeps across the arena.
Samael Ahriman: There is a chill in the air… It is indescribable, you have to be here. Thousands in the arena in complete aww. Mesmerizing. Just mesmerizing.
The song violently shifts into that all too familiar chorus; it’s the moment we’ve all been waiting for. And so, as fogs completely covers the arena, leaving a good number of those in attendance with an irritating cough, the debuting Hendrix marches through the entrance curtain. His expression stoic, his movement’s precise. And without even taking a glance at the thousands in attendance, Hendrix makes his march down the isle... Until suddenly, a drum roll completely kicks the emo balls of Evanescence and announces the awesomeness of L7’s “Fast and Frightening”. Penny Shannon charges behind Hendrix and even before he could even notice the sudden shift in entrance music, Penny tags Hendrix in the back with a mean dropkick and literally surfs down the entrance ramp on top of Hendrix’s back!
Alecia Matthews: Oh my God…
Samael Ahriman: That bitch… That f’ing bitch!
Alecia Matthews: That was like, the greatest entrance ever!
Hendrix’s body takes a violent swing as he slides down the entrance, hurling Penny off into the air until the Velocity Grrrl hits the frame of the ring apron chest-first; Henrdix crashing down to a tumbling stop. Penny gets back to her feet fast and takes Hendrix by the head, but the monster is now on the attack, pushing Penny off and charging over with a lariat so violent that it sends Penny head over feet. Hendrix is just seething.
Alecia Matthews: Well obviously wasn’t the kind of debut Hendrix would have wanted.
Cameron Stone: Not in the least, but he’s looking strong so far. He can turn this match around.
Hendrix picks Penny up by the pig-tails and forces her into the ring, coming in right after her, but the Velocity Grrrl scrambles back to her feet and hits Henrdix across the face with a dropkick, forcing him away from the apron. Penny walks over to the nearest turnbuckles and grabs the hefty garbage back. Leaning over the ropes, Penny opens the bags and pours its contents right over Hendrix; thousands of tiny colored blocks just raining over the monster.
Samael Ahriman: … Are those Legos?!
Hendrix tries to cover himself up from the torrent of Legos that shower over him, distracting him enough for Penny to hurl herself over the ropes with a rolling senton that forces the monster Hendrix to crash right over over the Legos. Hendrix winces in agony, as Penny hits the arena floor hard. Penny pushes away some of the Legos from her feet and hooks Hendrix’ leg for a cover.
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Hendrix kicks out!
Penny picks up Hendrix by the head and tries to force him back towards the ring, but Hendrix throws a handful of Legos into Penny’s eyes and then charges over, picks up her and just drives her right into the corner post before dropping Penny down. It’s obvious that Hendrix is absolutely livid, so much so that Hendrix takes the first thing he sees, a light-tube and swings it hard into the side of Penny’s head- glass shattering into tiny little pieces that lacerates Penny’s forehead, busting her wide open. Penny lies on the protective mats, just trying to gain her ground when Hendrix now comes over and smashes a second light-tube against her face with such force that it just drives Penny’s head to the ground. Once again, Hendrix picks up Penny by the pig-tails and pulls her into his arms into a powerslam position and hurls the Velocity Grrrl back into the ring through the first and second rope. Hendrix slips back into the ring and even before Penny can make another move, stops her on her tracks with a hard leg-drop across the back.
Samael Ahriman: It looks like Henrdix is finally starting to dictate the pace of this match.
Cameron Stone: I’m not going to lie, Penny Shannon seems to be on the hot streak right now, but it’s unfortunate to see her have to resort to this kind of behavior to get there.
Alecia Matthews: And just exactly what are you saying?
Cameron Stone: It’s just a matter of time before Penny’s gotta deal with the damage she’s done. There is no way she can expect to get anywhere far in this business with that kind of track record.
Back in the ring, Hendrix has moved the plane of glass away from its spot on the turnbuckle and has started to position in between the ropes, officials helping him prop it into place. Herndix turns his attention back to Penny, but Penny motions over and clobs him with a low-blow; Hendrix now sinking to his feet. Penny grabs a fresh light-tube and scrambles back to her feet- hitting the ropes and charging back with the light-tube in front of her, swinging her foot behind the light-tube now with a modified Yakuza-kick, but Hendrix ducks it and using Penny’s momentum, traps her into his arms, just driving her down with not-so-picture perfect powerslam, but Penny manages to counter it, swinging herself around his frame to position herself for the side-Russian leg sweep, with the light-tube right over Hendrix’s neck. Penny tries to push back, but Hendrix over-powers her and forces her into the canvass with a push so hard that she breaks the light-tube on impact. Hendrix seizes the moment with a cover.
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Penny kicks out.
Cameron Stone: Rookie mistake on the part of Hendrix, he’s just giving Penny the breathing room she needs to recover.
Hendrix again pulls Penny by the pig-tails and points over to the panel of glass, getting the crowd in on he’s about to do. Hendrix gestures a cut across his throat and with that, gut-wrenches Penny into a powerbomb position and charges towards the panel of glass; Penny digs deep into her hoodie and retrieves an object. The fans break into a cheer as the camera zooms close-
Samael Ahriman: The deodorant!
Alecia Matthews: -Correction: that’s the Ultraviolent Deodorant!
Penny opens the stick and rakes the ultraviolent deodorant across Hendrix’ eyes, blinding him with that mix of broken glass and Jelly-fish venom that the monster has no other choice but to drop Penny down just inches away from destroying her into the glass. Hendrix drops to his knees, trying to rub the sting away from his eyes- Penny bounces off the and crashes into him with her boot against the back of his head; the Liberty Cap just driving Hendrix’s head into thick glass- shattering it violently on impact. The crowd is just nuts as Hendrix’s broken body just barely spills into the outside- the fans are on the feet. Penny rushes to her feet and throws her arms into the air; the Velocity Grrrl just savoring the sweet taste of her impending victory. With blood pouring down her face, it is a moment in glory to be remembered! … But wait- here comes Scarlett Quinn from the crowd, rushing into the ring behind Penny and nailing her in the head with the jumping superkick before the Velocity Grrrl could even notice.
Samael Ahriman: Now that’s what we’ve been waiting for!
Cameron Stone: While, I’m not the biggest fan of Scarlett Quinn, that kick has got to feel good. She’s lost her friends, she’s lost her title and Scarlett Quinn looks set on taking it all back!
Hendix appears to be coming to, forcing his way up the apron. Scarlett Quinn rushes over and tries to help him back into the ring, but Hendrix has his second wind as he slips inside and motions over to the fallen Velocity Grrrl. Hendrix forces her to the center of the ring and violently silences her with the Dominatrix, just spiking her into the canvass with a sickening spin. Hendrix hooks the leg.
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Samael Ahriman: And Hendrix scores the win!
Alecia Matthews: Yeah, with the help of a bitter ex-champion!
“Bring Me To Life” resounds across the arena as the referee rushes over to Hendrix, raising up his arm in victory. Hendrix pants for a moment before rising to his feet and raising his arms in victory, screaming into the air.
Cameron Stone: You can say what you want, but a win is a win and while it wasn’t the debut Hendrix could have wanted, there’s no denying he was impressive out there tonight.
Hendrix heads to the lockers, leaving Penny right where Scarlett wants her. The former friends look each other in the eye: Scarlett, standing in the center of the ring, Penny on the canvass, blood still dripping down her face. Penny gets back to her feet and makes her way over to Scarlett, both girls now starting the other down. Penny motions to the ropes and leans over, calling out for a mic. She’s handed two by ring officials and tosses the other one to Scarlett.
Penny Shannon: I’m all yours, girl. Let’s do this.
Scarlett looks up and with a smug, the Princess of Wrestling licks her lips and gives herself a moment’s thought.
Scarlett Quinn: Penny… Oh, Penny, Penny, Penny... I really was that stupid, wasn’t I? Trusting you. You see, just like Trace, I gave you the benefit of the doubt- I thought you would never turn against me. I gave you that trust and just when I needed you the most, you, my best friend, finished me off.
Cameron Stone: A fair point made by Quinn.
Scarlett Quinn walks closer to Penny.
Scarlett Quinn: I’m not interested in listening to your reasons or excuses, I’m here to do something about what you did to me and it’s going to start with me kicking your ass!
Penny got right into Scarlett’s face; both girls leaning their forehead against each other, seething as the audience cheered in anticipation of the coming brawl between the two former friends. The two girls exchange words away from the microphones, just mouthing out trash talk until Scarlett hits Penny across the face with a hard slap. Penny’s eyes literally pop out of her head and it isn’t long before the two girls start trading punches.
Samael Ahriman: Now this is what we’ve been waiting for.
Scarlett gains the upper hand between the two girls, pushing Penny into the ropes now. Penny bounces back, ducks under Scarlett’s attack and slips out of the ring. A smattering of boos from the audience now as the Velocity Grrrl motions towards the entrance ramp. With a deep breath, Penny grins and opens up her arms, just egging Scarlett to come down the ramp and face her. Scarlett stays where she is, keeping her eyes on Penny, distracted enough for Slanted and Enchanted to rush from behind her and jump her down.
Alecia Matthews: Its Slanted and Enchanted!
Cameron Stone: The dweebs are back!
Slanted and Enchanted pummel Scarlett into the canvass; Slanted in the standing position, just beating her with stomp after stomp, Enchanted on the canvass, punching away.
With a sadistic smile, Penny walks back to the ring and takes the mic again.
Penny Shannon: Like I was saying, tonight is my night. You’ve had your time in the sun, it’s my turn now. And I’m sorry, I am really sorry that things had to come to this, hun. I am, but there’s no turning back now.
Scarlett hocks a loogie at Penny, but this only inspires the returning Slanted and Enchanted to beat her up some more. There crowd has grown incredibly hot towards the trio, taking note of the situation around them, Penny signals Slanted and Enchanted to exit the ring. “Fast and Frightening” resounds now as Penny, Slanted, and Enchanted make their way backstage.
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Post by Rated R on Jan 5, 2014 16:03:38 GMT -5
Alecia Matthews: You know guys, ever since Scars and Stripes, no one has heard from Mak Cross.
Cameron Stone: Well he was viciously attacked by Slanted and Enchanted. What do you expect?
Samael Ahriman: This isn't fake Alecia. You get beat up and you're hurt. Simple as that.
E.I.W.W.B. starts to play, as all the lights go off, leaving the arena in darkness. A blue spotlight shines on a shadowy figure wearing a hoodie. Fog also appears on the ramp. Carter looks up, flips off his hood, and begins to walk. The crowd remains silent as Carter reaches the ropes, he turns around, locking arms with the top rope, and flips over it. The lights begin to show back up in a blue tone as Carter circles around the ring slowly and everything goes back to normal.
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from The City of Angels... ANDREW CARTER!
Lights out. Red and white flashing lights go off music starts. Crypt walk to the music Tupac style. Hop in ring get on turnbuckle and do the signature to fists to the skull. Yelling it's my time to shine. Andrew Carter and Mason Dixon meeting in the middle of the ring and shake each other's hands while smiling.
Christa Adina: And his partner, from the Queen City... MASON "THE LINE" DIXON!
"If you're sick, if you're sick, if you're sick, if you're sick of it! If you're sick, if you're sick, if you're SICK OF IT!"
Cam emerges from the curtains, cloaked in a black hood and black jacket. Cam extends his hands towards the fans as he walks down the entrance way, but he doesn't seem to care much for them high-fiving. When Cam gets to the ring, he sheds his coat as the chorus his, which sets off the pyro on the stage.
Christa Adina: And their opponents, first from Chicago, Illinois... CAM NITTA!
"The Hard Sell" by Coheed and Cambria blares through the speakers as the crowd erupt in cheers. The music continues to play louder and louder as the entrance theme of Mak Cross gets the crowd buzzing. It goes on and on continuing the song as the crowd noise goes from cheers to a loud chorus of jeers as Cam Nitta stands outside the ring in disbelief. Nitta enters the ring confused as he gets stared down by Carter and Dixon.
Alecia Matthews: Cam Nitta at a clear disadvantage tonight.
Cameron Stone: Well he has no partner.
The bell rings as Nitta backs into his corner with a look of dismay. Carter reveals that he's going to start the match and comes to the middle of the ring. Carter lunges forward towards his opponent and connects with a huge punch to Nitta's face. He doesn't stop there as Carter unleashes a fury of rights and lefts.
Alecia Matthews: Andrew Carter taking a moment to taunt Mason Dixon? But they're partners.
Cameron Stone: But look he has awoken the dragon within Cam Nitta. A HUGE CLOTHESLINE!
Cam Nitta looks down at Carter after dropping him. Nitta starts kicking the downed opponent before applying a armbar. Twisting the arm and making Carter pay. Screams emerge as Mason Dixon interferes and breaks up the hold. Nitta rolling over and jumping up on his feet and running nto his corner, looking for the tag.
Samael Ahriman: I feel bad for Cam.
Cameron Stone: You should. You ate my poutine.
Carter and Dixon both recuperate in their corner. Carter officially making the tag as Dixon enters the match. Mason's eyes go dark as he stares down his opponent. Bad idea as Nitta runs full force and lays a boot between Dixon's eyes. Dropping down like a sack of potatoes, Mason is stuck in the middle of the ring as Nitta smiles towards Carter.
Alecia Matthews: I think Dixon is out.
Cameron Stone: He's going to need some poutine to wake him up.
Samael Ahriman: And Nitta going for the pinfall.
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And Carter breaks up the fall! Andrew looks to unleash a power fury as he picks up Cam and flips him with a suplex. Both men crashing hard onto the mat as Carter pops back up and rolls Dixon over to their corner. Carter tags himself in and immediately heads on over to Nitta. He picks him up and delivers a big scoop slam followed by a huge legdrop. He goes for the cover.
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KICKOUT!
Alecia Matthews: Nitta is still kicking. Bless is heart.
Carter looks pissed as he stands back up and heads over to Dixon. He tags his partner in as they both head over to Nitta. They pick him up and deliver a huge double suplex. The referee is swayed out of the way and the duo lock in a double boston crab onto the fallen Asian hero.
Cameron Stone: Nitta is in trouble, guys.
Alecia Matthews: Oh look! Carter just punched Dixon in the mouth!
Dixon releases his hold as he gets face to face with his partner. They share some words until both shaking their heads 'yes'. Both men pull Nitta up to his feet and throw him into the air. Nitta crashes down hard on the mat as Carter leaps down onto the 'Asian Sensation'.
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KICKOUT!
Alecia Matthews: And now look at this new team. Both of them laying feet and fists into Nitta's prone body.
Samael Ahriman: Wait a minute!
Nitta executes a great kip-up as he Ninja's his opponents legs. Carter and Dixon fall to the mat as Nitta starts unleashing a wealthy amount of kicks to their sides. NOTHING CAN STOP HIM!
Cameron Stone: WATCH OUT! Dixon just sent over the top rope in front of our commentary desk!
Nitta and Carter come face to face in the middle of the squared circle as they both exchange punches. Rights and lefts all around the ring. Carter goes for suplex but somehow Nitta manages to slip out and rolls Carter up with a good old fashioned school boy!
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But suddenly Dixon sprints into the ring and pushes on Nitta’s back, angling it perfectly so he’s out of sight of the lying down official. The push means that their positions switch, Carter ending up on top of the schoolboy and Nitta’s shoulders on the canvas. As Dixon exits the ring the official continues to count.
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…3!
Christa Adina: Your winners, Andrew Carter & Mason Dixon!
Alecia Matthews: Wait a minute, Dixon cheated, that pnfall shouldn’t have counted.
Samael Ahriman: What can you do, the official didn’t see it, Nitta can’t prove it, the result stands.
The moment the bell rings to signal the end of the match Andrew Carter slides out of the ring before Nitta can do anything about it but argue with the official, knowing full well that he just got screwed over. As Carter and Dixon retreat to the back, Cam Nitta recovers enough to request a microphone. His request is granted and he revels a bit in the respectful applause before engaging the audience.
Cam Nitta: Alas, even I cannot beat two men on my own. Of course, a certain sometimes friend, sometimes enemy was advertised alongside me in this match, but he could not show up to tonight’s event, rather than did not show up. Yes, I am talking about Mak Cross. For those that only heard, take a look at the large screen we walk under.
Nitta directs everyone to the ‘Tron as footage of the attack on Cross at Scars and Stripes plays. The direct chair shot to the head followed by the repeated shots elsewhere on his body echoes loudly, causing a reaction by the crowd which turned into stunned silence by the time a bloody Cross is choked out by a large chain before a freeze frame of the two figures dressed in all black.
Cam Nitta: Stop now. As you see here, two people dressed like ghetto ninja somehow got into the building and jumped Mak. But as we play right now…
The footage plays again and the assailants remove their masks, revealing to be Slanted and Enchanted just before the footage freezes again on their now uncovered faces.
Cam Nitta: …we see these aren’t just any two random thugs; they’re the self-professed fan tandem of the WFWF, Slanted and Enchanted!
A mixed reaction of boos and cheers are heard.
Cam Nitta: You see, I am conflicted too. On one hand, it’s great to see so many more of WFWF’s past make a comeback. On the other, yet again, someone from the past hasn’t had their fill of the spotlight and how do they hijack it? By brutalizing a man who wasn’t expecting a fight backstage. But since these two wish for their spotlight, I’m more than ready to give it to them myself.
The crowd cheers at the implication Nitta is ready to fight again.
Cam Nitta: Before I take up too much time as I’m sure to expect some sort of “Play him out” song is forthcoming, I just have two more things to say. I received word from the man himself that Mak Cross will be here next week to give us an update on his condition.
The crowd cheers once again at the news.
Cam Nitta: And finally, this one is directed at S & E: revenge is quite a dish you might have heard.
And as Cam Nitta hands the microphone back, respectful guy that Nitta, we head to a very disrespectful commercial break. Strippers yo’.
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Post by Rated R on Jan 5, 2014 16:02:44 GMT -5
"My Own Prison" by Creed blares over the in house speakers as Leon Kano makes his way down to the ring. The young rookie shaking hands with the confused fans in the front row of the live WFWF Revolution crowd. The reaction wasn't that great, in fact a tree falling in the Canadian forest could probably be heard, but this didn't stop Kano from making his way to the ring with a huge smile.
Christa Adina: This free way match is scheduled for one fall! To win this contest, you must pin or submit one of the challengers in the ring. Standing in the ring, from Parts Unknown... LEON KANO!
Matthew Peterson's entrance music hits as he makes his way out of the curtain wearing a Canadian flag cape while waving the flag in his hands. His holds his arms out and spins around a few times while some small red and white pyro goes off before making his way down the aisle in a cocky manner. He hops up on the ring apron and waves the flag around some more before hopping over the ropes and hitting the second turn buckle for some more posing and waving.
Christa Adina: And his first opponent, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada... MATTHEW PETERSON!
"Wanderlust" blares over the PA system as Ryan Daniels waste no time in making his way down to the ring. Ignoring the fans trying to high five him and the others trying to boo him , he slides underneath the bottom ring rope and ascends the ring post over looking the crowd and shaking his head before smacking his elbow pad intensely signaling for his "rolling elbow".
Christa Adina: And another opponent, from Birmingham , Alabama... RYAN DANIELS!
The whispers play throughout the entire arena. It soon is followed by an amazing guitar riff, which then Ryu slowly enters onto the aisle. The lights dim as Ryu steadily walks down the aisle, raising his head in confidence. Lights strobe and flash all around the arena, electrifying the crowd. Ryu stops in the middle of the walk-way, kneeling down and praying to his fallen father, Kakashi Hayashi. Ryu stands up, his eyes watery from memories he holds dear of his father. Ryu takes off his Yukata and throws it to the crowd. Ryu's tears of his father stop. Followed by Ryu running towards the ring and sliding under the ropes. He hops back on his feet and runs up the turnbuckles, pointing to the masses of people in the audience. He hops back off, only to prepare himself by cracking his knuckles.
Christa Adina: Introducing now, from Urayasu, Japan... RYU HAYASHI!
Alecia Matthews: Some great rookies hungry for a win here tonight.
Samael Ahriman: I wouldn't be able to have chosen a favorite in this match. That is until I was talking to someone backstage. Now I feel bad for those in the ring, they shouldn't have even showed their faces tonight.
Sound of Madness hits the PA system, as Cameron Stone steps out from behind the curtain onto the stage. He raises his arms into the air, and a shower of sparks fly around him breifly, before he lowers his arms to his sides and starts strutting down the ramp, almost gloating about how good he is. As he reaches the ring, he steps up onto the apron, and steps in through the ropes. He taunts for a few moments, before backing into a corner, awaiting his opponent.
Christa Adina: And their opponent, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada... CAMERON STONE!
The bell rings as the four rookies start to pounce on each other. The four men trading rights and lefts as Cameron smiles at their efforts to beat each other up. Stone exits the ring and heads underneath the ring. He struggles to pull something out ad eventually succeeds as two large containers are brought the the commentators position. Stone places one container in front of Alecia and Samael, respectively, before heading into the ring.
Alecia Matthews: Oh. So this is poutine.
Samael Ahriman: This is so f*cking delicious. Them Canadians know how to eat.
Thanks Sam. Cameron now stands in the middle of the ring as the four men circle him. Stone simply grins at their attempt to intimidate as he simply stomps on the mat as every single one of his opponents fly up in the air. They crash down hard as Stone heads over to Leon Kano and pins him.
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Christa Adina: And the winner of this match... CAMERON STONE!
Stone doesn't take much time to celebrate as he rolls out of the ring and walks on over to his announcing desk. His eyes go from chill and calm to as huge as basketballs as his jaw drops down to the floor. His fist clench up as his face turns bright red!
Cameron Stone: YOU ATE ALL MY POUTINE!
Samael Ahriman: Uh... Cameron. We didn't eat your portion. It's still right there.
Cameron Stone realizes that his portion is own his chair as he puts it onto the announcing desk. His frown turned upside down as he finally sits next to Samael Ahriman and Alecia Matthews who look as if they swam through a pool of poutine.
Cameron Stone:You're watching WFWF Revolution: Sponsored by Poutine. The all Canadian classic!
Upon that quite ludicrous, but equally delicious line the screen goes black, the soft faint lyrics to "Blow" by Atreyu playing at a pitch barely able to be heard, and the WFWF logo in blue appearing on the screen. When the lyrics reach "so blow those f*cking words out the back of your head" the logo along with the sound effect of breaking glass, gets cracked and slowly goes blue to red. The music continues as the words disappear and you see clips of a man in face paint breaking a mirror in a red tinted room, and again, and again, and again but the last time is with the mirror on fire, then the clips are replaced again with black background and red writing "Next Revolution" before slowly fading and cutting to a commercial break.
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Post by Rated R on Jan 5, 2014 16:02:06 GMT -5
Usual firework display. Woop-dee-doo.
Alecia Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the first WFWF Revolution of 2014, I’m Alecia Matthews sitting with my broadcast partner Samael Ahriman and for one night only Cameron Stone.
Cameron Stone: No, I’m here full time now.
Samael Ahriman: Say what? My wages better not get cut because of this.
Alecia Matthews: We’ve got a massive show for you tonight because not only do we have a new WFWF World Heavyweight Champion but we’re also going to find out who is the rightful number one contender after we had four winners in the Scars & Stripes battle royal.
Cameron Stone: Doesn’t that sound absolutely ridiculous and implausible though?
Samael Ahriman: It does, it is, but clearly common sense isn’t something we have to obey when people want title shots.
Christa Adina: Please welcome to the ring the owner of the WFWF and the new WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, the King of Demons… Trace… Demon!
The sound of a bullet suddenly explodes out through the arena before a familiar theme begins to play, sending the lights in the arena shutting off one by one. As the opening chords of “Shoot the War Pigs by INHUMANZ begins to blare across the arena six crimson spotlights switch on one by one, each shining down upon a different part of the cheering arena is sequence. One by one each of the spotlights move to the tip of the ramp, combining and showing the first glimpse of the man behind the theme – the new WFWF World Heavyweight Champion Trace Demon, standing front and centre with the title around his waist and a rather dashing torn blazer on (not too casual, not too formal). As the song builds to a fever pitch and the rap kicks in he throws his hand up like a gun and pulls the trigger, mouthing “Boom” as a spectacular pyrotechnics display shoots off all around him, notably crimson and hold to signal the new champion’s arrival. As the pyrotechnics come to a stop the lights in the arena turn back on, showing a full look at Trace Demon and the title around his waist.
Alecia Matthews: At Scars & Stripes Trace Demon became the new World Heavyweight Champion by defeating Scarlett Quinn but he didn’t do it alone
Samael Ahriman: Somehow he got Penny Shannon to turn on her best friend and we still don’t know why.
Cameron Stone: Money, bitches love money.
Trace stands on the ramp and takes a look around at the crowd, completely unfazed by the massive amount of heat that he is receiving here tonight. He simply looks down at the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship and gives it a patronising rub, smirking all the while as he begins to make his way down towards the ring. He ignores the fans on either side of him as they attempt to the touch the King of Demons, instead focused solely on whatever he has to say tonight. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he waits for a stagehand to rush him a microphone and a steel chair before climbing up the steel ring steps and entering the ring through the ropes, keeping a tight grip on the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship as he walks to the centre of the ring, sets up the chair and sits down, waiting for the crowd to die down. As they finally do he begins to speak.
Trace Demon: You’ve all got questions, some good, some bad, some ludicrous, some obvious, but questions none the less. But there’s only one question that I’m out here to answer. It’s not why Penny Shannon decided to turn her back on Scarlett Quinn. That’s her place to say, it’s her job to explain, it’s not mine, I don’t need to tell you anything about Penny Shannon that she can’t tell you all herself. It’s not whether I have any regrets over my treatment of Scarlett over the past month. The answer to that is an obvious no because it lead me to this little golden beauty that now resides around my waist and that is the only thing that matters. It’s certainly not how I feel about becoming the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion and taking my rightful place at the top of my little kingdom because the answer to that one is so obvious that it isn’t even funny. No, there is only one question I am out here to answer and that is who is going to challenge me for this title.
Alecia Matthews: Well at least we’re cutting to the chase.
Samael Ahriman: It’s weird that he’s not taking the chance to big himself up, right? I mean arrogance is kind of his thing.
Cameron Stone: Maybe his ego has gotten so big it literally managed to escape his head.
Trace Demon: According to the official records four people won the 2013 Scars & Stripes battle royal. I say according because I watched that match, after I’d woken up from the blood loss of course, and I saw only one man who deserved to be called the winner. I won’t name names because at this point it really doesn’t matter, what matters is that according to the officials there were four winners and that means we need to make a decision. Who gets to challenge the World Heavyweight Champion? Is it Shawn Malakai who somehow wrangled himself yet another last chance to fail? Is it Ace Bennett who probably doesn’t know if this is a mental delusion because it’s just so damned farfetched? Is it Crow who wishes his beard was half as cool as mine or is it Thunder, the man who has revitalised his career after falling faster than Kanye West’s respect from the rapping world? Or hell, is it Scarlett Quinn who has one of those ridiculous rematch clauses in her contract? How about it people, who do you think deserves the shot?
The crowd go crazy, different sections cheering for different people, some louder than others but all of them very audible.
Alecia Matthews: Well everyone in here seems to have an opinion on who deserves the title shot, but there’s only one man who gets to make that decision.
Samael Ahriman: And he’s the egomaniac sitting in the ring.
Cameron Stone: He gave me a job; that’s one smart business decision he’s made.
Samael Ahriman: Not everybody would agree.
As the crowd die down Trace looks down at the title around his waist before he continues.
Trace Demon: Luckily it doesn’t matter who you think deserves it, this is a decision for the boss to make and that boss… is me. So what do I do? A tournament? A battle royal? A beat the clock challenge? So many options, so little time. But here’s the thing… why beat one person when you can beat them all. Because I know that I can beat Shawn Malakai, I know I can beat Ace Bennett, I know I can beat Thunder, Crow, Scarlett Quinn and just about anybody else you want to put in the ring with me. And I’ve always said I like a challenge and right here in front of me is the greatest challenge I could possibly have. And I know what you’re all thinking – Trace Demon is a cheat, a scoundrel and a liar who will do whatever it takes to keep his title. That’s all true, but I’m also a wrestler, I’m also a fighter and I also like to prove how talented I am every single time I step in this ring. So for all of you out there who thought that I’d use this opportunity to wear down a single opponent for Superbrawl you clearly do not know the kind of man I am. Because now I have this title there is only one thing that matters to me and that is proving that I deserve to keep it every single night of the week. So at Superbrawl… we’re going to make history.
The crowd grow louder out of anticipation, they’ve got a feeling they know what’s coming and they want it to happen.
Trace Demon: At Superbrawl there isn’t going to be a challenger for the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion… there’s going to be five.
And with that they just erupt, the King of Demons nodding in his seat, smirking like he’s just figured out the cure for cancer.
Samael Ahriman: Are you kidding me? Five challengers at the biggest show of the year?
Alecia Matthews: This is unprecedented, especially when you consider that the man announcing it is the one who’ll be defending the title in the first place.
Cameron Stone: You can insult him all you want, and I most certainly will, but Trace Demon is exactly what he says he is – a fighter, and a good one at that.
Trace Demon: At Superbrawl it will be yours truly defending the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship against Thunder, Shawn Malakai, Ace Bennett, Crow and yes, even Scarlett Quinn. Six people enter the main event of the biggest WFWF show of the year and one walks out as the champion. But let me make one thing perfectly clear…
Trace suddenly rises up out of his seat, unstraps the WFWF World Championship from around his waist and raises it up high above his head. The words that follow are said with focus, determination and that signature vitriol that makes every Trace Demon promo just that little bit crazy.
Trace Demon: This right here, this sight in front of you, is one you should all get very used to, because this is the new status quo of the WFWF. I am the World Champion, I am the best damn thing in the WFWF, I am Trace freaking Demon and at Superbrawl… I back up every single one of those truths.
Trace throws the microphone away, throws the WFWF World Championship over his shoulder and makes his exit through the ropes as the crowd continue to go crazy at the massive announcement that we have just heard.
Alecia Matthews: We might only just be getting started but we’re already on the road to Superbrawl and what a road it’s going to be.
Samael Ahriman: Possibly the biggest main event in Superbrawl history, quite literally, and it was announced by a madman with the title. Yeah, what could possibly go wrong?
Cameron Stone: If I know anything about the WFWF, and I’d like to think I do, the answer to that is everything.
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Post by Rated R on Dec 24, 2013 13:37:14 GMT -5
Since I realize I forgot to mention it to anyone I'm back in Canada for Christmas and New Years this year so I'll only be sporadically reachable until around the 3rd or 4th. I'll jump on now and then in between to respond to PM's but if I don't it's not because I'm ignoring anyone, it's because I'm enjoying my second homeland.
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Post by Rated R on Dec 18, 2013 15:57:51 GMT -5
I can't speak for the reasons that everyone writes the way they do but I know I write in a more script based way because I do a lot of screenwriting outside of RP'ing which means it's simply what I'm used to and it's what I'm comfortable doing. Not that I'd be against changing it up once in a while, I just enjoy writing this way so that's what I do.
I'd never judge a RP based on style alone though, in fact the style never really comes into it for me. I judge based solely on what I found more entertaining from a readers perspective, so hey, use whatever style you want, I'll read and judge it the same as I would any other piece.
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Post by Rated R on Dec 16, 2013 19:00:08 GMT -5
LIVE from the Allstate Arena in Chicago, Illinois!The Main Event!Shawn Malakai & Ace Bennett vs. Thunder & CrowAt Scars & Stripes the unprecedented happened. In the all-important Scars & Stripes battle royal, a match that by rights should only have one winner, four men emerged victorious. Sound complicated and stupid to you? Well good, because it does to us too but it happened so we’ll all have to live with it. Anyway, with everyone still waiting to find out who exactly will move on to face new WFWF World Champion Trace Demon at Superbrawl we have this massive main event tag team match to add fuel to the fire. Now while Shawn Malakai may be teaming with his close friend Ace Bennett he’ll also be standing opposite Thunder, a man who has been as close a brother to him in recent months until Malakai turned on him and put him through the announce table following the battle royal, meaning this match has all kinds of crazy all over the place personal problems between those three. Then throw in Crow, who somehow walked out of his debut WFWF event not only as the co-winner of the Scars & Stripes battle royal but also as the WFWF International Champion, and no we don’t think it’s legal either, and you’ve got a powder keg just waiting to erupt. Trace Demon’s Championship AddressThere’s more than a few questions stemming from the Scars & Stripes pay per view but as we’ve already mentioned, if you’re reading this the right way of course, the biggest one is who will go on to challenge Trace Demon for the WFWF World Championship at Superbrawl. There’s no better man to ask than Trace Demon himself because not only is he the WFWF World Champion, most would say by questionable circumstances, but he’s also the owner of the WFWF meaning he’s got every right to make the decision even if nobody else agrees. So what will it be? Well if we know Trace Demon it’s going to be whatever is best for… well, for Trace Demon. WFWF National Championship MatchJoe Bishop © vs. Reverend ShadowJoe Bishop had a hell of a run during the Scars & Stripes pay per view but came up short as he was eliminated by Jayson Garrett. Scars & Stripes was a big challenge for the young star and a bitter disappointment. Now he has another big challenge ahead of him and the three time National Champion will be hoping to avoid another big disappointment, though that’s much easier said than done when you look at his opponent. Reverend Shadow has always been a force to be reckoned with and coming off a victory over Chase Landon at Scars & Stripes he’s looking better than ever. Not only did he claim victory but he also shockingly interfered in the battle royal and eliminated his supposed friend Wayne McGurk. While there has been a lot of questions over why he did such a thing and whether it has anything to do with Shadow’s alliance with Trace Demon the more important question is how Wayne McGurk is going to take this because we’re betting it won’t be lying down. Will Wayne play a part in this match and will that knowledge cost Shadow or will he capture the National Championship from Joe Bishop? It’s the past vs. the future in a match where only the present matters. Six Man Strange Bedfellows Tag Team MatchYukio Blaze, Jayson Garrett & Chase Landon vs. Whisper, Ace Andrews & DexWhisper has yet to really make the kind of impact he promised to make when he first debuted in the WFWF. While his supposed Whisper’s War teammates Crow and Dave Demento had a huge Scars & Stripes Whisper and Ace Andrews both had rather uneventful and unsuccessful nights. Well now they get a chance to rectify that as the pairing are thrown together alongside Dex, the madman who doesn’t know whether he’s an angel or a science experiment, against the equally bizarre trio of Yukio Blaze, Jayson Garrett and Chase Landon. Blaze came up short in what many considered his last chance to headline Superbrawl, though the luck of the draw didn’t do him much good, while both Garrett and Landon put on fine performances but couldn’t get the job done either. These three couldn’t be more different, Blaze the grizzled veteran, Garrett the cocky rich newcomer and Landon the… well, the really weird dude with a rat for a best friend. Yes, it’s going to be a culture clash on both sides of this six man tag team match but with so much on the line for every single man, most importantly pride and momentum heading into the biggest show of the WFWF calendar, can they put their differences aside and pick up the victory or will they crumble and burn? Ultraviolent ShowcasePenny Shannon vs. HendrixWhy Penny Shannon, why did you do it? That’s what every single person wants to know after watching Scars & Stripes because after a month of being beaten and abused by Trace Demon, and more importantly after months of being best friends with Scarlett Quinn, Penny turned her back on Scarlett and helped Trace Demon to his second WFWF World Championship. So why’d she do it? We still don’t have an answer to that question but what we do have is the next best thing – a match featuring Penny Shannon against the newcomer Hendrix. Now you might not have heard of Hendrix before but let us tell you he’s not one to be taken lightly. The latest addition to the WFWF roster courtesy of Trace Demon’s new talent initiative Hendrix is as nutty as they come, a crazed man with no friends or family and only his own reflection to keep him company. So what better way than to introduce a madman to the WFWF than to throw him into a match with the maddest woman in the company. Of course with Scarlett Quinn waiting somewhere in the wings the question for Penny will be whether she can keep her composure, or whether Hendrix will pull off a huge upset. Tag Team ActionMak Cross & Cam Nitta vs. Andrew Carter & Mason DixonThe tag team division in the WFWF is certainly heating up, especially considering it’s a company that doesn’t actually have an active set of tag team championships. One of the teams leading the charge is the duo of Mak Cross and Cam Nitta who have gotten over their problems earlier in the year to once again team up to some success. Across the ring from them stand Andrew Carter and Mason Dixon, something of a thrown together tag team that has everything to gain from working together. Carter has been in the WFWF for much of 2013 without ever really breaking through, remaining static in his position. Mason Dixon is a newcomer who’ll be making his debut on Revolution and will need to make a big impact to separate himself from the pack. If the tag team division is becoming prominent again then becoming a part of that, and more importantly a successful part, would mean Andrew Carter and Mason Dixon cen set themselves up for a big run in the months to come. And of course behind it all remains the surprising returns of Slanted and Enchanted who took out Mak Cross last night. Why are they here and will they play a part in this match, only time will tell. Make Your Name Open Battle RoyalLeon Kano vs. Matthew Peterson vs. Ryan Daniels vs. Ryu Hayashi vs. TBD* The basis is simple, an open challenge battle royal for anyone who wants to enter and make a name for themselves on the road to Superbrawl. Momentum is key in the WFWF which means winning this match will almost guarantee the victor a front running status for a main show match at the biggest pay per view of the WFWF calendar year. While these four men have already announced their intent to take part in the battle royal that doesn’t mean anything because anybody new or old can enter if they so wish and while many of the veterans will have little to gain from taking part a host of other competitors, including these four, have nothing to lose and everything to gain. This is your chance people, make it count.
* TBD refers to any and all newcomers and returnees who may wish to take part in the match. Roleplay Deadline - Sunday, December 29th Promo Deadline - Friday, January 3rd
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Post by Rated R on Dec 10, 2013 11:18:52 GMT -5
Just so everyone is up to date on things we're aiming to get the results up before the weekend (it could be as soon as tomorrow even) and then we'll be back to our regular schedule from the next card. Hopefully everyone can understand that putting the pay per view results together is going to take a little bit more time than a regular show.
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Post by Rated R on Dec 6, 2013 13:02:04 GMT -5
So since results for pay per views tend to take up more time to put together, especially ones with big ass battle royals to judge and write, I was thinking up ways that we can keep people interested during that time. Therefore I was wondering who'd be interested in an unofficial show in the house show section. Everyone would be involved just like any other show, except those who ask not to be, and you wouldn't have to write any matches or segments for it. Deadline might be a bit shorter, a week or so, but we wouldn't be expecting the usual roleplays. It'd be a chance for people to do something different, funny, horror, sci-fi, whatever you want, and just give a chance for people to keep writing while myself and Shawn put together the results.
Thoughts?
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Post by Rated R on Dec 4, 2013 16:26:19 GMT -5
Trace Demon – A Rolling Stones Profile Part Three By Alex Camus
My third and final meeting with Trace Demon takes place at a location that every single one of his fans will know very well. The inside of a wrestling ring, the very location that every wrestler prides himself on. Here his greatest achievements and his greatest failures have played out in front of the millions of people that watch WFWF every week. It’s these people that have witnessed Trace Demon rise from an opening act on the WFWF house show circuit right up to main eventing pay per views against some of the top names in the business. Tonight it will be in this very ring that Trace Demon faces Cam Nitta in the main event but right now, several hours before the show with the ring crew still assembling around us, Trace does not look like a man ready for competition. He sits stoically in the centre of the ring, looking out at the currently empty audience.
Trace Demon: I understand why they don’t like me, and it isn’t because I’m constantly insulting them or because I do such violent and despicable things. Dozens upon dozens of wrestlers do the exact same thing and they still get cheered. No, it’s because I truthfully don’t care about the reaction I get. A lot of people say that, they claim that they don’t care about the fans or what they think about them but deep down I think the fans know that’s a lie. But with me… with me they know I’m telling the truth, with me they know they’re getting a man who is just out here to win, nothing more, nothing less.
Alex Camus: So the crowd reaction you get, the constant boos, the negative comments, the truly troubling threats that some fans make, none of that fazes you?
Trace Demon: Why would it? What do I have to gain from being liked by them? I don’t understand this need to be liked, I don’t understand this need to be popular whether you truthfully desire that or whether you’re putting on a show for the cameras. It doesn’t make any sense to me. The crowd doesn’t make a difference to the end result, they don’t decide the winners and losers, we do that, the people in the ring. Whoever is the better man on the night, be that because they’re stronger, smarter, luckier or because they got a little bit of help, that’s the man who wins. These people pay to watch it because it’s entertaining but if you keep on winning, if you win every match for nineteen months, then you’re gold no matter what they think.
Alex Camus: But this is your company now, you are the sole owner. Is part of your job not bringing money into the company and isn’t that a lot easier if people like the man running it? Non-ethical companies get boycotted, companies that employ child labour or that are bad for the environment, they lose money because of these controversies. Are you not the least bit afraid that this might happen to the WFWF because of your actions?
He smiles, seemingly at the very idea of this.
Trace Demon: Anders keeps telling me the same thing, but everyone seems to forget that this is a violent thing, wrestling is violent. That means we’re not getting your pure, middle of the road kind of people watching this, especially with a company like the WFWF. The people that watch our shows, who pay money to come out to events and who tune in to pay per views, they’ll keep watching and paying as long as we’re giving them the product they expect. And that’s not some fluffy, feel good pantomime experience, they come to watch wrestling, they come to see people fight and beat each other to a pulp. It’s the exact same reason people watch mixed martial arts, they’re not going to turn off the show in a rage if the so called good guys don’t win as long as they’ve seen a damn good fight and that’s what I give them every time I step in the ring. These fans don’t like me but they know that when they see my name on the card they’re gonna get a great match or a moment they’ll never forget. And that’s why they’ll keep tuning in, that’s why our ratings won’t drop and that’s why our sponsors, despite the whining and the threats, will keep paying us money to show their crappy little products.
Alex Camus: So you believe the WFWF will always be standing?
Trace Demon: Until the day comes that the owner, and right now that’s me, decides it’s time for it to close or there’s just no more talent out there yes, the WFWF will always be here.
Alex Camus: What about Whisper’s War?
For those who do not follow the wider world of professional wrestling Whisper’s War is a group initially formed in the Xtreme Wrestling Alliance, a promotion that up until recently Trace Demon was a part of. It is led by former XWA head Richard J. Maxwell and the monster of a man Whisper and so far this group has had great success in bringing their war across a multitude of companies from XWA (both of them) EXODUS and recently the WFWF.
Alex Camus: Trace?
He’s quiet for a moment, truly troubled by the thought of Whisper’s War, and they’re a troubling entity indeed. If they have their way there will seemingly be no wrestling scene left.
Trace Demon: Whisper’s War is a dangerous group and they’ve had a lot of success. I’ve been keeping my eyes and ears open and I know how much damage they’ve done. But there’s a difference between being successful and being a success. Give it time and their little crusade could have been a success, it could have done much of what it set out to do, but then it made a mistake. It came to my house and that was the end of it. You see if it had been a couple of years ago then I’d have probably just stood by and watched the destruction, hell maybe I’d have joined in on it since that was kind of my game back then. But this isn’t once upon a time, this is now, and right now the WFWF is mine. I own it, I run it, I am the WFWF so they’ve come here to tear this place apart? No, they’ve come here to tear my house apart and that isn’t going to stand. Everyone’s seen what I’ve done to Scarlett Quinn, and I like her, I respect her, but Whisper and his little war, no, I don’t respect them. So imagine what I’m going to do to them if they come to my house, imagine the pain and the suffering I’m going to inflict. By the time I’m finished there’ll be nothing left.
The vitriol is reminiscent of every interview and promo that he has ever cut, it’s the passion and his hatred all mixed into one message. By the time he’s finished I realize the hairs on the back of my neck are standing on end.
Alex Camus: Before we finish Trace, any final words about your Scars & Stripes match with Scarlett Quinn? Anything to sell the show to the uninitiated?
Trace Demon: Just the one. Death.
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The House That Trace Demon Built
Jason Anders is far from amused, having received a call some hours ago from a certain satanically named individual asking him to come and pick him up from a motel in the middle of nowhere. It wasn’t how he expected his day to go and that was the big problem, ever since he had started working for Trace Demon he could never figure out where his day was going to go. That might have been fine for some people, nothing wrong with a bit of spontaneity, but there’s a bit of a difference between not knowing whether your boss is going to declare Wednesdays spaghetti Tuesdays and not knowing whether today is the day you get caught up with the Russian mafia. Seriously, crazier things have happened to Trace Demon. He once fought terrorists after all.
Jason Anders: You want to tell me why I had to pick you up on the side of a deserted road?
Trace Demon: Because a teenage runaway stole my car after I picked her up on the side of the road and gave her a life lesson, obviously.
Jason Anders: That is not a normal thing that happens to people Trace, that’s not even close.
Trace Demon: Please, you’re going to tell me you’ve never been carjacked by a girl in a red hood?
Jason Anders: I can say that with certainty.
Trace Demon: You’re life must be so boring.
Trace pushes the chair back and leans against it, raising his feet up onto the dashboard. Anders isn’t sure exactly what it is that pushes him over the edge but he suddenly yanks the chair back up, nearly sending Trace flying out of it in the process.
Trace Demon: Are you mad?
Jason Anders: No, I’m sick and tired of you not taking any of this seriously. Yeah you started taking care of the business but your actions have consequences, you’re madness has consequences damn it. This whole thing is just another time you’ve put your own whims ahead of everybody and everything else and I’m not going to be a part of it anymore. You’re not responsible enough to run this company Trace, you don’t know how to put anybody else first. You go around violently assaulting the roster, making yourself look like a monster, losing us sponsors and revenue and you expect me to pick up the pieces. You pick up hitchhikers off the side of the road and attack your best friend and expect your family to pick up the pieces. You try to drive this company into the ground then take it over to prove a point and then continue to drive it into the ground and guess what? You leave everybody else to pick up the pieces. I get that you’ve got a f*****g ego Trace, every single wrestler does, but you’re not just destroying yourself, you’re destroying everything and everyone alongside you.
Silence rings out following the explosive rant. It’s the first time Anders has spoken to Trace like this and neither of them seem quite sure to react. In the end Trace goes with the default spamnt response that he gives everything.
Trace Demon: Dude you got some anger issues.
Jason Anders: Are you freaking kidding me?!
Trace Demon: Chill out and keep driving, I’ve got something to show you…
< *** >
Jason Anders: This place stinks.
Trace Demon: Yeah, I don’t really clean it as much as I should.
They stand inside of a one bedroom apartment. The place looks abandoned and dilapidated, torn apart by the tests of time. Oh, and by a drug addled professional wrestler a few years back, your usual redecorating gig. There’s little inside but a table, a single seat and the remnants of a kitchen off at the back. Blood and… some other fluids litter the room, covering portions of the floor, wall and somehow the ceiling. Anders doesn’t want to think about what it is or how it got up there. All he wants to know is…
Jason Anders: Who lives in a place like this?
Trace Demon: Me.
Jason Anders: What? You’ve got a freaking mansion Trace and I saw the apartment before that, it was a hell of a lot nicer than this s**t hole.
Trace Demon: Well yeah, I upgraded obviously, this is where I lived in the few years me and Alexa were apart, when I was at the very bottom of the barrel. High on anything I could get my hands on, drinking all the time, tearing my body apart simply because I couldn’t handle the world around me. I was messed up, big time. Things have changed since then but this place still serves a purpose. I mean look at it, what do you see?
Jason Anders: An apartment that a tramp probably wouldn’t want to live in.
Funny story, a tramp did once try to crash in this apartment only to leave when he discovered a rather unseemly home video left behind. I won’t go into details on what was on said home video, let’s just say Trace Demon’s sex life is not something you’d tell to a normal person when they were eating, or any other time for that matter.
Trace Demon: No, what do you really see?
Jason Anders: I don’t know Trace, I can’t see much beyond the toxic stench fumes.
Trace Demon: Well when I look around this apartment I see my lowest point. I see the moments in time that I wish I could forget, I see myself at my absolute worst. All those mistakes I made, all those days and nights I wasted, that’s what I see. And that’s a good thing because it reminds me of the person I was and the person I am now. Most importantly this place reminds me of how far I’ve risen, of everything that I’ve overcome on my way to this very moment, to owning the WFWF and to becoming the next WFWF World Heavyweight Champion. To having a family and owning a freaking mansion. You are not who you were, you are who you are.
Jason Anders: That’s a touching story Trace and I get that you’re trying to make me forget that I’m pissed at you with all this emotional manipulation but-
Trace Demon: You really don’t get it. I came from this Anders, and now I own the WFWF, the company that took me from this to where I am now. You might think I don’t care, that I’m happy for that company and everyone in it to just fall into ruin but without that company I’d probably still be in this place or worse because let’s be honest for a moment, I was taking the kind of drug cocktail that would kill an average man.
Hell, he was taking the kind of drugs that would kill Chuck Norris in his prime.
Trace Demon: So I brought you here to show you that I understand what the WFWF means to people and to make sure you understand that I will do everything it takes to put it on the map as the greatest wrestling promotion in the world. That doesn’t mean I’m going to stop being who I am inside that ring because that’s who I was born to be but I’ll do everything to keep the WFWF strong and believe me, I can do both. I’m not leaving anyone else to pick up the pieces because I’ve already put them together.
Jason Anders: You’ve been waiting the entire drive back to use that last line, haven’t you?
Trace Demon: Damn straight.
Jason Anders: So you’re still going to do whatever it takes to win that title, right?
Trace Demon: You’re batting two for two right now Anders.
Jason Anders: Then you do that, you do whatever it takes to become the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion because once you are we’re going to take the WFWF further than it’s ever been before. We’re going to do that because you’ll be on top outside of the ring… and inside of it.
Trace looks at him with a smirk, he’s finally getting the picture.
Trace Demon: Jason, that’s the finest idea you’ve ever had.
< *** >
Alexa Munroe: Trace, Trace listen to me right now. I don’t know where you are right now but I need you back here. Emily’s gone Trace… she’s run away.
Emma stands on the side of the platform waiting for the train to come in that will take her across the city to the house that Scarlett shares with her grandmother. Sure there were quicker ways of getting where she wanted to go but let’s be practical here, she’s a sixteen year old girl who doesn’t have a job or the heart to steal money from the family who took her in even if her brother is a sociopathic multi-millionaire. There’s only so much we can bend the laws of common sense to suit the narrative so shut up, she’s waiting for the train, live with it.
Trace Demon: If you’re going to run away you should turn off the GPS on your phone.
She spins around to find said sociopathic multi-millionaire standing behind her, clearly having got Alexa’s message in time to make it to the station. She hadn’t thought about being tracked through her phone because this isn’t a spy film and that kind of stuff just doesn’t happen. At least that’s what she thought. She goes to run, maybe she’s fast enough to make it onto a train before he can stop her though based on the fact he grabs her wrist before she even makes a step the answer to that is a very quick no. Damn his lightning quick reflexes.
Emily Hall: Let go of me!
Trace Demon: Only if you let me talk.
She pulls her arm away but chooses not to run, it’s not often that you get to tell someone how it is and she’s been bottling things up for far too long now.
Emily Hall: I don’t have to go back with you, I’m an adult, I can make my own decisions.
Trace Demon: Okay one you’re sixteen, any decision you make is almost guaranteed to be the wrong one. And two I’m not going to stop you going anywhere, I just want you to listen to me, to give me a chance to be honest with you.
Emily Hall: Nothing you can say is going to stop me from-
Trace Demon: I know about you and Scarlett.
Okay, that stopped her dead.
Emily Hall: You… what? How?
Trace Demon: Come on, this is me we’re talking about here. If I wasn’t a wrestler then I’d probably make a pretty good detective. I mean my anger and rage issues might cause a few police brutality problems but I digress. It didn’t take a genius to work it out what with all the cross country trips to visit each other. I don’t know why you felt you had to hide that from me both as a detective and as a brother.
Emma is taken aback, not least of all because she’s been holding this back out of fear of how he’d react and here he is being absolutely fine about it. Maybe it’s because he’s so bi-polar all of the time, how could she know which Trace Demon she was going to get?
Trace Demon: So I get it, this isn’t about what I’ve done because I did all that same stuff and worse to Yukio Blaze and you didn’t care. I mean yes that was Yukio Blaze and nobody in the history of the world would have cared no matter what I did, but whatever. This is about who I’m doing it too, it’s about Scarlett. And I understand that me knowing about the two of you probably makes this a hell of a lot worse but the person who does all of those things, that’s not me, not the me that you know, not the me that came to you and took you in. The man who does all of that is Trace Demon the wrestler, not Trace Demon the man. What I do when I’m in that ring and when I’m competing, I can’t control that, I’ve never been able to control that and honestly, I don’t want to control that because that is who I am, but I would never hurt you or this family.
Emily Hall: Scarlett was your family.
Trace Demon: No, you’re my family, Alexa and Eliza are my family. Scarlett is and will always be competition, she’ll always be the person I have to beat to keep myself on top just like everybody else in that company. Me and Wayne got on so well because he was retired, because I never had to face him, but if he had come back and if he was the one holding the title then I’d have done the exact same thing to him because that is what Trace Demon the wrestler does. That doesn’t change the fact that we are family.
Emily Hall: I can’t watch you hurt her, I can’t stand by and just pretend it’s alright.
Trace Demon: I’m not asking you to, I’m asking you to realize that the man you see in the ring is not the same man you see when I’m in that house with you, and I’d never bring that version of me back. I know how to separate them, I know how to keep him at bay when I’m with you all because I love you all. You’re my family and I will never do anything to hurt you. I knew about you and Scarlett and I never said anything because I respected what you want, I never judged you because I don’t care, I’ll accept you if you’re straight, gay, transsexual or even a One Direction fan. I accept you because I love you, because you’re family. I’m just asking you to accept that I’m not the man in that ring, that I’m not the Demon you see on television. I’m your brother, and I’ll always be your brother and I’ll always do everything I can to keep this family safe. Just don’t ask me to change… because nobody should have to change who they are.
She’s welling up, the tears are flowing and she can’t stop them. He steps forwards and wraps his arms around her, pulling her to his chest. Things are broken between them and it’s going to take more than this to fix that, but it’s a start.
He smirks. She doesn’t see.
It’s all rubbish. All of it. There is only one Trace Demon, one man, one monster, one and the same. They all think he’s different, they all think they see the real him and that every other form is somebody else but that’s bull, complete and utter rubbish. The man who brutalized Scarlett Quinn, the man who put Penny Shannon in the hospital, the man who hung Yukio Blaze from above the ring, that is the one and only Trace Demon. The man who formed a family, the man who made Jason Anders believe that he wants what’s best for the WFWF, the man who made Alexa fall in love with him, that’s the one and only Trace Demon. He’s multi-faceted but deep down he’s just one man and every choice he makes he makes because it suits him.
Is he a monster? Yes, yes he is, but he accepts that, because soon this monster will be the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion once again. Forget everything else, that’s the only thing that matters.
< *** >
A monster, a sociopath, a deranged man. I have been called all of these things and more and for the longest time I have denied it. I have denied it to myself and to you people. Don’t ask me why, I don’t quite understand it myself, all I know is that for the longest time people have been telling me not to be the monster. Don’t embrace the crazy because it’ll push you over the edge. And what you’ve got to realize is that I’ve always been teetering on the edge, to and fro, the wind trying to blow me over but I have stood firm! Right on my spot I have stood righteously, pulling in the monster, leashing him, shackling his claws so that they don’t get any more flesh and blood upon them. But it’s never felt right, I’ve always felt it tug, tug, tugging away at my soul, trying to claw it’s way free. So what do you do? What can you do when there are two sides of you fighting for control? When that very fight is tearing you apart just you tear everyone else apart? I’ve searched for this answer long and far but it is only now that I realize what I had to do.
It was you Scarlett, you’re the one who gave me the answer so I’ve got to thank you. Thank you Scarlett for setting me free, for making me whole again. You see when I decided to make my move and come after the title that is so rightfully mine I knew that this was going to be different to everything I’ve done before. I’ve hurt friends, I’ve hurt enemies, I’ve hurt nobodies and I’ve hurt people I’ve cared about… but I’ve never hurt family. I’ve never set out to hurt family and to do so just to win a title… well some would say that’s truly monstrous. So how? How do I bring myself to do such a thing? The man won’t allow it, the monster wants to take it too far and all I want is my title. I didn’t want to hurt you Scarlett, I never wanted to hurt you, it was just a necessary evil but I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t bring myself to hurt you. It wasn’t until I was walking down that aisle that I realized the truth, it wasn’t until I stood inside that ring that I realized what I was.
A lot of people call me a monster, but that’s never been true. It’s always been me, I’ve always been in control. The things I’ve done to people I’ve done because I don’t care about them, but I cared about you. So as I walked down to that ring my mind went over everything that could happen, whether I could go through with it. You see I’d told Penny that I was coming but I didn’t know what I was going to do and then I did. I stood opposite you and I let the monster loose. I let him do what he had to do, I tore you apart and I didn’t regret a thing. I haven’t regretted anything that I’ve done to you Scarlett, I don’t regret what I did to you, what I did to Penny, not even what I did to your father. Because I told you this was how it was going to happen. I told you that I was going to hurt you and everybody you care about to get that title and I meant it. I meant it because now I know what I am.
There is no monster, and there is no man. There is only Trace Demon. I have always been the monster Scarlett, I have always been the horror story that they tell around the campfire, I have always been the bedtime nightmare that they tell their children to make them behave. I have denied the truth for too long but now there is no denying it. And this makes me more dangerous that I have ever been before because the monster rips you apart while the man outsmarts you. There is no getting away, there is no hiding, there is nothing but you and me inside that ring. And when we’re in there I will do the same thing that I have done time and time again. And I will give you the same warning that I give them all. I will hurt you, I will maim you and I will rip you apart to get to that title and there is absolutely nothing anybody can do to stop it. Because now you are just like the rest of them, a faceless nobody who I have to put down.
Little Quinn, this is the way it’s got to be. My rise ends with you, my glory begins with that title. The monster must be fed, the man must be victorious. It’s time to end this… it’s time to end you. Be ready… because you will not walk out of this the same way you walked in.
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Post by Rated R on Dec 4, 2013 16:25:02 GMT -5
Trace Demon – A Rolling Stones Profile Part Two By Alex Camus
Trace Demon’s house is an exquisite display of his wealth, a mansion in the most expensive part of Los Angeles. His neighbours include A-list celebrities that certainly cause Trace to look out of place. He doesn’t care. Inside the mansion looks like any other house, slightly messy, comfortable, most certainly lived in, Trace Demon doesn’t have a cleaner, he doesn’t like the thought of somebody finding something they shouldn’t (his words). In the corner of his built-in gym is a large glass cabinet that holds replicas of all the championship belts that Trace Demon has won. He currently stands staring at just the one – his first (and as of this moment only) WFWF World Heavyweight Championship.
Trace Demon: It doesn’t mean anything; it may as well be melted down for scrap.
His discontent is surprising. This is the title that all WFWF stars long to hold, the sign that they have risen to the very top of the pile. Those who have held a World title often cite it as the greatest achievement of their career and those that don’t cite it as the one big goal of their career. For Trace Demon to offhand this achievement is a rare display of humility for the often arrogant man.
Trace Demon: I won this off of DGX, big star, great wrestler, but the day I won it he was barely there. It was the last match on his contract and he just didn’t seem to give a damn anymore, I put him to shame, made him look like a fool and that wouldn’t have happened if I’d been wrestling the real DGX. It was a sign of the times, the entire roster was on shaky grounds, it was probably the weakest it had been in a long time. They said I should have been happy to be champion but you know what? I was pissed off. I was pissed off that I was just the best of a crap lot. I was just a man with a bit of gold and a strap, there wasn’t any meaning to it, I didn’t feel any pride, I felt hollow and cold and f*****g pointless. That title isn’t there to remind me of an achievement, it’s there to remind me of what I haven’t done. I don’t consider myself a WFWF World Champion, I don’t consider myself a grand slam winner, I’m a man who came close but didn’t quite make it. That’s what this is about, I’m going to change that.
He is of course referring to his match at Scars & Stripes with Scarlett Quinn.
Trace Demon: Back then I was the best of a bad lot. Now I’m simply the best.
Alex Camus: You have had a lot of success in the past few years, both here and in the XWA, well both of them in fact. Is there something in particular that has caused this big change in dynamic for you?
Trace Demon: I grew up; I realized that I’d been coasting. I had the talent, the brains, the heart, but I was happy to be on top of a poor roster. Over the years that roster has improved, the guys back then have gotten better, we’ve picked up big names, old names have come back, the level of competition has improved so I knew I had to improve with it. I went out to the XWA to get a fresh challenge and that ignited the fire in me again. I brought that passion back here and I started putting on the best performances of my career. There’s a reason I’ve gone nineteen months unbeaten and it’s the same reason I held the XWA Hardcore Championship and the WFWF International Championship for a year plus, I refuse to be beaten. I want to be the best and I’ll do anything to make that happen so as I see others get better I make sure that I do as well. Everyone always says that there’s someone better out there than you, well I want to make sure that isn’t true.
Alex Camus: You don’t think there’s anybody out there that can beat you?
Trace Demon: I’m not saying that, there’s a few guys who have picked up victories over me, one guy in particular who I have yet to beat, Alex Sean if you’re wondering. What I’m saying is with that saying, that there’s always somebody better, eventually that has to be wrong. Eventually you’ve got to reach that last person who is simply the best and I want to be that person. I want to be the best and I don’t want there to be any argument that I am exactly that. Until that happens I’ll keep this plastic, pointless title in that cabinet just to remind me that I’m not there yet.
Alex Camus: There’s a lot of talent in the WFWF roster right now and with Scars & Stripes coming up one of those talents will book themselves a match, possibly against you, for the title. Is there anybody in that match who you think might pose a threat if you do win the title?
Trace Demon: Honestly? No, I don’t. I think that right now I’m the very best this roster has to offer and the only two who could match me won’t be in that world title match at Superbrawl. One is Reverend Shadow, he’s a threat, a great talent, the only man who could put up a real fight against me, but he’s not going to be in the battle royal so I don’t have to think about it. The other is Scarlett and she won’t be in that match because… well, you know, I’m going to beat her.
Alex Camus: That does somewhat of a disservice to the rest of the roster though.
Trace Demon: Look, if I believed any of them posed a threat I’d readily admit it because while I might be arrogant I’m not oblivious. But you’ve got veterans in there like Shawn Malakai, Thunder and Yukio Blaze and their time has all passed, this might be their last chance and even if they do manage it I know I can beat them all. Shawn’s falling apart, Thunder’s still a shadow of his former self and don’t even get me started on Yukio. Then there’s guys like Mak, Cam and Ace Bennett and while they’re all great talent it’s not their time yet, they’ve not reached the peak they need to be at. This might be their breakthrough moment but then they’re going to come up against a man where the luck of the draw won’t help you. Then there’s the newcomers and… screw it, I don’t need to explain that. They’re green, they’re rookies, some of them, Dex, Ace Andrews, Joe Bishop, they could be big in the future but they’re not there yet. If they managed a miracle and won I’d tear them apart before they even got a chance to get to Superbrawl. This isn’t a little pond anymore, this is a bloody ocean and it don’t matter if you’re a big fish or a little fish…
He pauses, smirks as he thinks up the next line. He strikes me as the kind of man who enjoys his own rhetoric. He doesn’t just like the sound of his own voice, he finds the words he says as truly inspired.
Trace Demon: I’m Poseidon. I’m a God, the kind of the ocean. This is my house and it doesn’t matter who wins Scars & Stripes, I will walk into Superbrawl as the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion and walk out the same way. And then that title…
He points up at the replica WFWF World Heavyweight Championship, as if I didn’t know what he was talking about in the first place.
Trace Demon: That’ll finally mean something.
< *** >
The Long Way Home
Trace Demon often travelled to and back from shows by car rather than by plane. The open road gave him time to think, to theorise and most importantly to listen to guilty pleasure music without anyone judging him. So here he is, on the way back from the final Revolution before Scars & Stripes, rocking to the classic beats of T-Swift without a care in the world. He wonders whether she’s got the right idea, if he’d be better off turning all of his evil plans into classic country-pop songs rather than inflicting them on unfortunate losers. Hey, maybe he could do both, he’s talented enough, he can play the guitar and he can totally rock a blonde wig and a pair of cowboy boots. It’s how he hooked up with that nineteen year old rodeo queen down in Texas a couple of years back. He really should call her, find out if her father still plans on shooting him next time he steps foot in the state or not. It had really put a hamper on his holiday plans.
Anyway, he’d barely thought about the events back home since he’d gotten into his car. No I mean it, I do, I’m not lying. It’s not like his argument with Emily has been running through his head every five seconds and no amount of teenage girl music angst would change that, not… at… all. He is so perfect in fact, so perfect that he almost misses the strange sight on the side of the side of the desert road ahead of him. A person, a girl by the figure, stands with her thumb stuck out, hitching a ride. A crimson hoody covers her face as the sand from the desert surrounding them swirls around her elegantly but violently all at the same time. A torrential assault of nature’s beautiful horror. Now usually he wouldn’t even consider pulling over but this was as middle of nowhere as it could possibly get. He’d been driving for a good two hours through this desert and he hadn’t seen another living soul, unless you count the buzzards he’d seen further back chowing down on some kind of large animal. He didn’t, buzzards are like the zombies of the bird world.
So he decides to pull over, knowing full well that if this is some axe wielding murderer he can totally take them. He’s seen enough horror movies to know that you should simply kick them in the balls and then beat their head in with a rock. It’s why he keeps a rock in his pocket at all times, just in case. The car door opens, evidently the red hooded hitchhiker had approached while he was readying himself to bash her head in with his trusty pocket rock. A lost resort of course…
Red Hood: Thank god, I didn’t think I’d ever see anyone out here.
Trace Demon: Funny, I was thinking exactly the same thing.
She removes the red hood and what lies beneath both surprises Trace but doesn’t at the same time. She’s a good looking girl, but she can only be nineteen, twenty at a push. Her right eye is prominently black, a fresh bruise as far as Trace can tell, but there’s a twinkle in it all the same. Whatever happened to her, whatever pushed her to be out here in the middle of a freaking desert, it hasn’t crushed her. Maybe she’s like him.
Maybe she’s invincible as well.
Red Hood: I’m Caitlyn.
Trace Demon: Trace.
Caitlyn Lucia: Hey I recognise you, you’re that wrestler right? The crazy one?
Trace Demon: You usually think it’s a good idea to get in a car with a stranger then call him crazy?
Caitlyn Lucia: Not my best, but it beats standing on the side of the road through nowhere, right? Where are you heading?
Trace Demon: Back home to Los Angeles.
Caitlyn Lucia: That’s like a day and a half drive from here.
Trace Demon: There’s a motel along the way I’m gonna crash at, you can either get off there or get off in LA, up to you.
Caitlyn Lucia: You offering to get me off Trace?
Trace Demon: You’re not in the least bit funny, and you’re utterly terrible at this hitchhiking thing.
She laughs, though there’s pain there too, he can hear it now. This girl isn’t invincible, she isn’t like him. She lets things affect her. No, not like him at all.
Caitlyn Lucia: Let’s get as far as the motel and then we’ll see what happens, kay?
Trace Demon: Whatever you say girl, just as long as you give me one thing.
She looks at him sceptically, because of course you would if a stranger who just picked you up on the side of the road had just said that. Plus we’re not just talking about any old stranger, we’re talking about the crimson haired, punk rocker looking Trace Demon. The very guy who looks like he’s just come back from some kind of black Sabbath tribute concern. He is the very personification of the man your mother told you never to get in a car with, he may as well have been the mythical boogeyman used to scare children into behaving. So yes, Caitlyn’s scepticism was understandable.
Caitlyn Lucia: What thing?
Trace Demon: Song choice.
He hits the Ipod dock and… “Trouble, Trouble, Trouble”
Caitlyn Lucia: I regret this immediately.
< *** >
Caitlyn Lucia: Why are we stopping?
They’ve been driving for a good couple of hours when Trace eventually pulls over. It’s not been a particularly eventful trip considering Trace was expecting to fight off a crazed murderer but hey, that can’t be a bad thing, right? They’d made small talk, played some really bad car games (eye spy sucks when every other answer is sand) and argued in depth about the lack of merit in modern pop singers. Trace of course maintains that Miley Cyrus should go and die while Caitlyn is firmly on the “I really don’t care what she does” bandwagon. In my humble narrative opinion both are perfectly acceptable opinions to have.
Trace Demon: I’ve got to piss.
Caitlyn Lucia: I’m really sorry I asked.
Trace Demon: We’ve been in a car together for two hours red hood, civility passed us by twenty minutes in when you told me about the time you first got your period.
And yes, he’d started calling her red hood because he’d forgotten her name twice already, as he was inclined to do with just about everybody, and she’d gotten tired or reminding him. It’s the same reason he calls Jason Anders by his surname, who can be bothered remembering something as boring as Jason?
Caitlyn Lucia: I thought it’d bring us closer together.
Trace Demon: It did, only by making us both incredibly uncomfortable.
He popped open the car door and used the opportunity to stretch out for a few seconds. The car was spacious enough but there’s nothing quite like that first stretch, that first breath of truly fresh air, that first moment when you realize it’s scorching hot out here without the air conditioning comfort within your tin can with wheels.
Trace Demon: Give me five, I’ve got a feeling it’s going to be a long one. Here, fiddle with the radio.
He throws the keys back through the car window and walks off into the desert for the best spot to empty the tank. Not that it really matters since every sprinkle of sand looks the same as the last. Once Caitlyn is sure he’s far enough away she scoots across and frantically begins fiddling with the keys. She curses his name and wonders why anybody needs this many keys on a single key ring. She also wonders why anybody would have a picture of The Brady Bunch on their key ring but this guy is just weird enough that it doesn’t seem all that strange. She almost feels bad, he’s cool enough even if his taste in music sucks and his hair is as crazy as Yukio Blaze’s stench is foul but it’s survival of the fittest. She knows that when the time comes he’ll cut her loose and then she’ll have nothing and nowhere to go. At least this way she’ll have a car and whatever’s in the boot. God, she hopes it isn’t a dead body, he seems like the type that might have a dead body in the boot.
Caitlyn Lucia: Come on, which key?
Trace Demon: It’s probably this one, you know, the one I slipped off before throwing you them.
He startles her as he stands at the window, looking in with a twisted little smirk that’s so menacingly perfect that she almost thinks he stands in front of a mirror practicing it. She goes to kick the door open, intending to smash it right into him on the outswing, but he jams his knee against it, keeping it shut. She climbs over the seats to the passenger’s side and goes for the door but he slips the key in the lock and turns it, locking her in.
Trace Demon: How stupid do I look?
Caitlyn Lucia: Just let me leave and you’ll never have to see me again.
He can see from hey body language that she’s ready to put up a fight. This garners a laugh, surprising Caitlyn.
Trace Demon: Sit up for god’s sake, you look ridiculous.
Confused she hesitantly does as he says. He pops open the driver’s side door and gets in, still laughing at her. Her confusion makes her forget for a moment that she’s now trapped in close quarters with a crazy guy who’s car she just tried to steal.
Trace Demon: I mean what do you think I’m going to do, attack you? I mean let’s be honest, when people are constantly trying to smash your head in with chairs stealing my car really isn’t that big of a deal.
Caitlyn Lucia: Well you’d have been stranded out here… in the desert… in the scorching heat.
Trace Demon: True, didn’t consider that… nope, still struggling to care. I mean I’ve been in worst places that the desert.
She doesn’t even want to consider where said ‘worst place’ could possibly be. She certainly doesn’t doubt that he’s been there, but she doesn’t want to know about it.
Caitlyn Lucia: Look I’m sorry I tried to steal your car, just let me out here and I’ll find another ride. This doesn’t have to be a problem, I don’t want any trouble.
Trace Demon: Oh shut up red hood, I’m not leaving you on the side of the bloody road. So what, you tried to steal my car, does it look like I care? You did what you thought you had to do, you did what was best for you, I can respect that, hell I live that. I’d have done the same thing if I was you, I mean I’d have been better at it but still, props for trying I suppose. Even if you suck at it.
Caitlyn Lucia: How are you not pissed off?
Trace Demon: Because unlike everybody else I understand. You’re like me, however terrifying that thought might be. So I’ll take you as far as the motel and I’ll pay for a room for the night, give you a place to get a night’s sleep and then like I said, you can decide where you go from there.
She sits there, surprised by how understanding he’s being. If it was any other guy she’d probably be lying in the sand by now, her body being the buzzards latest meal. And truthfully if that was ever going to happen he’s the kind of guy she expected to be the one who put her there. So this… this was utterly bizarre.
Caitlyn Lucia: What did you mean, when you said I was like you?
He looks at her as he starts up the car with that exact same grin. Only this time, this time it’s somewhat softer.
Trace Demon: You’re a survivor, you’re a winner.
< *** >
Another hour ticks by with next to nothing happening. They’ve gotten over the whole carjacking thing pretty quickly, neither of them are the types to get hung up on the small stuff and apparently carjacking is small stuff nowadays. Well, it is if one of you is a professional wrestling-slash-psychopath and the other is a runaway with a red hood and a surly attitude. And yes, I did just describe the greatest road trip movie never made… yet. Caitlyn leans out of the window, feeling the warm breeze on her skin. The heat blaring down from the sun above them causes ripples through the clear air, there’s an almost ethereal feel to the whole thing. Trace looks across at her, once again noticing the black eye that’s been lit up by the sun.
Trace Demon: So you want to tell me how you got the shiner?
Caitlyn Lucia: Not really.
Trace Demon: Now while I appreciate the typical surly answer I do on occasion get tired of clichés.
Caitlyn Lucia: I’m starting to notice a pattern in that most of what you say makes absolutely no sense.
Trace Demon: You should also notice that I’m a master of twisting the conversation around, so trying to change the topic really isn’t going to work on me.
Caitlyn Lucia: Can’t we just enjoy the drive?
Trace Demon: Let me think about that for a second.
He pulls a smoke out of the dashboard and places it in between his lips before pulling out the lighter and sparking it up. He takes a brief drag and blows the smoke out of the window.
Trace Demon: No.
Caitlyn Lucia: It’s like somebody ripped you straight from a cartoon.
That only works if it’s a cartoon banned from ever being viewed by children. Or it’s on Adult Swim, that’d work too.
Trace Demon: The shiner, spill, because I know that’s not from walking into no door. And I’m pretty sure it’s come from the same reason you were hitchhiking on the side of a deserted road in the middle of the morning despite the fact that barely anybody drives down this way. So what is it? Dad? Brother? Boyfriend? Girlfriend maybe? Don’t worry, I don’t judge, I might make some jokes but I don’t judge.
She sighs, because it adds to the drama of the moment and we’re all about drama around here. Yes, even in this unnamed desert.
Caitlyn Lucia: Step-dad if you must know.
He takes a final drag of his cigarette and flicks it out of the window, the remains hitting the asphalt and being left behind as the car speeds onwards.
Trace Demon: I get it.
Caitlyn Lucia: You don’t get it.
Trace Demon: Is that right? Let me guess, the guy’s an bunghole to begin with, he verbally puts you down and discourages you in everything you do and that’s before he starts drinking. Once that liquor has rolled on down his throat he gets a hell of a lot worse. Maybe he throws bottles around when he gets a little bit angry or maybe he just beats on you. Maybe this was a onetime deal but you know it won’t be for long. Maybe you’ve wanted to believe that he’s just going through a hard time and that one day it’ll change but now you realize you were stupid to ever think that because the truth is he’s exactly what he appears to be – a drunken bunghole with a penchant for beating up people smaller than him.
He notices the surprise in her eyes and we notice that he really doesn’t pay enough attention to the road when he’s talking. The guy’s always looking everywhere but the one place he should be.
Trace Demon: I get it, I’ve been there. My dad, well he was exactly the same. He’d get drunk and he’d take out his frustrations on me because he was a loser, and that’s what drunks are Cait, they’re losers. They retreat to a bottle because they’ve got nothing else, because they’ve got nothing inside them to keep them satisfied. Addicts are hollow inside, I should know. Best day of my life was when that bunghole died.
This got deep quickly dawg.
Caitlyn Lucia: I ran away… and I left my mother behind. I asked her to come with me, I begged her but… but she wouldn’t leave him. She still thinks he’s going to change. I’ve put off college for two years trying to stop him from putting her in a coffin and I just… I couldn’t do it anymore. I had to leave but I just left her there.
Trace Demon: Don’t judge yourself, you did the right thing. You see the thing people don’t realize until it’s too late is that you’ve got to watch out for yourself. And I get it, she’s family, she’s important to you, but if she can’t see what’s right in front of her face then you’ve got nothing to feel guilty about. I understand wanting to keep her safe but you’ve got to survive and you’ve got to thrive, you’ve got to do what’s best for you. It doesn’t matter if people think that’s selfish, it doesn’t matter if they judge you for it, you do what’s best for you always. That’s the only way you survive in this world.
The car goes silent, it’s clear to them both that he isn’t just talking about her now and while his words help there’s this underlying feeling of remorse that echoes out from the words that neither of them dare to speak. For them it isn’t about other people judging them, it’s about them judging themselves. It’s about the person they see when they look in the mirror and while Caitlyn has every right to see a survivor Trace… well Trace can only see a man who chooses success over everything.
Caitlyn Lucia: Do you think it’s enough? Survival I mean?
Trace Demon: Survival, success, love, family, they’re all important red hood. But survival’s the one thing that holds it all together. If you’re not on top of it all, if you’re not making sure that you come out on top in every situation then all the rest is just going to slip through the cracks. You don’t get anything unless you’re willing to take everything.
Caitlyn Lucia: That’s kind of bleak.
Trace Demon: But it’s true, and look at it this way red hood, I’ve been looking out for myself for years now and I’m doing just fine. I’m successful, I’m popular and… I’m happy…
Right?
< *** >
Caitlyn Lucia: This was not what I was expecting.
The motel that Trace had stopped off at was not what you or I would call five star. Don’t get me wrong, it’s certainly not rat infested or anything but still… homely is probably the nicest thing you could say about it without getting sued for false advertising. The plaster on the wall was beginning to peel and the floorboards creaked as you walked across them loud enough to make you think you’re going to fall right on through into the room below where a local senator was getting frisky with his mistress and doing crack cocaine. There’s a large damp patch in the corner which Caitlyn really hoped was water and not something else and that she really didn’t want to know what could have been done in this bed. In short it was the kind of place that you’d come to plan a murder making it the perfect place for Trace Demon to spend the night.
Trace Demon: It’s a motel in the middle of nowhere, just from that description you should have been expecting to be murdered by a serial killer.
Caitlyn Lucia: My god, you’re a serial killer.
Trace Demon: I am not a serial killer.
You can’t prove anything.
Trace Demon: I stop here when I’m passing through this area because I know I’m not going to meet anyone who has any idea who I am. They’re not going to ask me for autographs or try to get the inside scoop or any of that crap. More importantly they’re not going to offer they’re pointless opinions on everything I’ve ever done.
Caitlyn Lucia: Which is all pretty messed up.
They’d gotten onto the subject of the WFWF on the drive and she’d been surprisingly receptive to his actions. She didn’t care about Scarlett Quinn or anyone else she doesn’t know so she’d seen the entire thing pretty open ended and agreed that while it wasn’t exactly the moral thing to do it was the smart thing to do. He knew he’d picked her up for a reason.
Trace Demon: You do what you’ve got to do.
Caitlyn Lucia: Even if what you’ve got to do involves sleeping in a rat infested motel.
Trace Demon: Hey, there are no rats here. Bats maybe, but definitely not rats.
Caitlyn Lucia: Well that’s reassuring.
Trace Demon: You can either crash here or you can crash outside but let me tell you, if you think it’;s been scorching out there today imagine the complete opposite now.
Caitlyn Lucia: I know how weather works in a desert you idiot.
Attitude, these girls always have attitude. It’s almost like Trace is drawn to people who can challenge him just so he can knock them down later.
Trace Demon: Well sorry for trying to be educational red hood, just be happy in your rat infested room.
Caitlyn Lucia: You said there weren’t any rats.
Trace Demon: Well I’m an idiot, remember.
Trace gives his signature smirk and winks at her as he lets himself out of the room, closing the door behind him and heading down the hall to his own room. He hears a slight scurrying from behind him as he does so and pauses. He knows the sound of a rat when he hears one…
< *** >
It’s the middle of the night when he hears the knocks at his door. It doesn’t wake him up, he barely sleeps three to four hours on a good night anymore, but that doesn’t mean it’s any more welcome. He might not sleep but it’s these few hours that he gets to be alone, to think all of this through. It’s in these few moments that he allows himself to look at the man he has become, to see himself the way everybody else does. By morning he’ll be the Trace Demon they all know again, the man who’ll hurt his best friends daughter just to hold a piece of gold with a leather strap. And that’s all there is to it, a leather strap and a hunk of gold, but that’s what proves he’s the best, that’s what they say at least.
And he wants to be the best, that he’s sure of.
He climbs out of the uncomfortable motel bed and stumbles over to the door, not caring about his state of undress (if there’s underwear on, it’s perfectly acceptable to get the door). He doesn’t really know what he’s expecting when he opens the door but when he does he realizes it couldn’t have been anything else.
Caitlyn Lucia: Just don’t speak.
She stands there with just a shirt on and it’s only now that Trace realizes she’s actually quite beautiful. Brunette, deep blue eyes, this natural beauty in her features and a slim build that seems effortless. But as she moves in for a kiss Trace knows that he can’t do this.
Trace Demon: Cait, don’t.
He pushes her away and sees the hurt in her eyes. The girl has daddy issues, trouble with rejection and a deep seated need to feel wanted. He knows what she’s going through, he’s been there himself but while he threw himself into drugs she’s throwing herself at him. Neither is the answer to their problems.
Caitlyn Lucia: God, this is stupid, I’m-
He grabs her by the wrist before she can try to leave. Is he a monster? Maybe, when he has to be, when it’s needed of him. But he’s also a human being, even if nobody gets to see it.
Trace Demon: Don’t say you’re sorry; nothing gets done with the word sorry. The world falls a f*****g part with the word sorry.
She doesn’t say anything, because what do you say when you’ve just made a fool out of yourself trying it on with a guy you don’t even know. He leads her into the room and kicks the door shut behind them as she sits on the bed, almost collapsing onto it.
Caitlyn Lucia: I just… I don’t know what I was thinking.
Trace Demon: You weren’t thinking red hood, you’re just lonely and your head’s all messed up. I’ve been there, I’m… I’m still there, every day, every moment of every single day. I’m messed up, I know it, people don’t think I do but I do but that doesn’t mean that what I’m doing is wrong. Just like you being messed up doesn’t mean that what you’re doing is wrong, it doesn’t mean running away was wrong or that leaving your mother was wrong. We do what we do to survive and to be better than we are and what makes us different to everyone else is that we understand the sacrifices required to do that.
Caitlyn Lucia: We hurt other people.
Trace Demon: So that they can’t hurt us.
He approaches her, kneels down in front of her and takes her hands in his. They share a look, both gazing deep inside the other, knowing the other in a single moment of clarity that few will ever share. It’s a connection that neither one of them wants, but one that they can’t break, not now, maybe not ever. That isn’t their choice.
Trace Demon: Your mother is not you, your father is not you, they are not as important as you are to you. Nobody is, nobody. Two kinds of people red hood, two. Those who put others ahead of themselves, and those who put themselves first. That first group, they’re the ones the world sees as good, the doctors, the nurses, the humanitarians. But the second group, they’re the politicians, the leaders, the people at the top of their field. They make the decisions that are best for them no matter who it might hurt and they come out the other side better, more successful and more powerful than ever before. It doesn’t matter what the world throws at them they can beat it because they are survivors. We are that second group, understand me? You’re not a coward or a monster, you’re a winner, a champion, a survivor, whatever you want to call it… you are better than everyone else because you deserve to be.
Caitlyn Lucia: You’re mad.
She says it half-jokingly, ignoring the subtle truth behind such a simple statement.
Trace Demon: Even a madman is right sometimes.
Caitlyn Lucia: Can I-
Trace Demon: I’d be stupid to kick a girl like you out of my bed, right?
Caitlyn Lucia: Shut up.
She lies down on the bed, turning her back on Trace who grabs the spare blanket he kicked off the bed earlier, he’s too hot to need two sheets obviously, and sets up in the quite frankly uncomfortable old seat in the corner of the room. He looks over Caitlyn, feeling something that he’s only ever felt for Alexa, Emily and Eliza before. A feeling of duty, of compassion and caring, he had a soft spot for this damaged girl and for once in his life it didn’t feel like a weakness. This is going to make things very interesting.
< *** >
He’s awoken by the sound of hammering at his door, jolting him from his slumber in the uncomfortable sleep. He’s not sure when he fell asleep but sunlight now streams through the window. He rubs the sleep from his heavy eyes and looks across the bed which now lies empty. When had she gone? No time to wonder, not with all that hammering doing his head in. He stumbles over towards the door, once again in just his boxers, and pulls it open. There he finds the owner of the motel, a short old lady in her seventies who smelt so strongly of cats you wouldn’t be surprised to find out she kept one in her grey afro of a hairdo. She’d been hammering loudly on the door but now stands in silence, somewhat shocked as she stares at Trace’s exposed physique. He has no time for the amorous advances of an old lady.
Trace Demon: Did you come just to gawp?
He didn’t catch her name earlier, so we’ll just call her afro-cat, because why the hell not?
Afro-Cat: The girl you came with, she just left in your car.
Trace chuckles. Yes, it’s totally out of character, we thought so too.
Trace Demon: She say anything?
Afro-Cat: She asked me to say she’s sorry but that… she has to keep surviving.
Trace Demon: I knew it, I told her.
Afro-Cat: Told her what Mr. Demon?
He glances over to the bedside table where his wallet was last night. He smiles.
< *** >
Caitlyn drives down the open road in the stolen car, regretful over betraying Trace but knowing it was the right thing to do. She grabs his wallet from beside her and pulls it open, she hasn’t had a chance to look inside yet but she’s hoping it’ll be enough to get her where she has to go. If not she can always sell the car. Inside she finds only three things. The first is a wad of notes, at least a thousand dollars if not more. Score. The second is a card with a phone number on – Trace’s phone number. The third is a torn piece of paper with a message scribbled on it, he must have written it last night.
“You’re just like me”.
This won’t be the last time she sees Trace Demon, she knows that now.
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Post by Rated R on Dec 4, 2013 16:23:05 GMT -5
Trace Demon – A Rolling Stones Profile Part One By Alex Camus
Trace Demon: Do you see it?
Alex Camus: See what?
Trace Demon: It doesn’t matter, you wouldn’t understand if you did.
This is how my interview with Trace Demon begins, an odd moment that personifies the man who sits opposite me with coffee in hand (black, one sugar if you’re wondering). I didn’t know what to expect when Trace agreed to allow me to do a profile on him, he is known in wrestling circles for being a very private man when it comes to his life outside of the ring. He speaks little of his home life or his business dealings (his estimated worth is said to be in the millions and a look at a number of high profile businesses will show Trace Demon’s name in their notable shareholders list). This is of course in stark contrast to his attitude inside the ring. He has been credited with making professional wrestling prominent once again in mainstream sports and cult media, alongside the likes of Hutton Brown and Ace Andrews, due to their own standing in the business world, and Phillip Schneider and the XWA’s Diamond Jack Sabbath, for their personal in ring and out of ring attitudes. When the cameras are rolling and his competitive nature comes out Trace Demon is a dangerous, cult like figure on the same kind of standing as Ted Bundy and Charles Manson. So how was I to come into an interview with this man with any kind of expectations knowing they would be dashed?
Like I said, this odd moment personified Trace Demon. Here he is sitting in front of me as calm as I have ever seen anyone. It doesn’t seem to matter to him that in just under a weeks’ time he will challenge Scarlett Quinn for the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship, nor does he seem fazed by the numerous different businesses that he is involved in running, first and foremost the WFWF itself. For the reasons that this title bout is so intense you need look no farther than the reason that Scarlett Quinn has a job in the WFWF in the first place. Trace Demon, a long-time friend of Scarlett Quinn’s father Wayne McGurk, gained her the opportunity, had a hand in training her and helped her along her way in her early months. Fast forward to the present day and Scarlett holds the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship while Trace Demon has betrayed his former friendship to try and prise it from her hands. Yes, his eerie calmness is disconcerting.
Alex Camus: Thanks for agreeing to sit down with me.
Trace Demon: They told me it’d be smart to get my face out there, media friendly owner and all that. I don’t think they really thought it through.
He takes a sip of his coffee. This is the first of three meetings I’ve booked with him in the forthcoming days, an opportunity to see all aspects of his life. We currently sit inside a coffee shop in downtown Los Angeles. It’s worth mentioning that he actually owns this coffee shop, though he originally bought it simply to fire one of its staff members to antagonise then WFWF co-owner Xavier Pierce he now considers it to be a worthwhile purchase – “nobody irritates me, they’re too afraid of their job. Free coffee too, totally worth the money.”
Alex Camus: What makes you think that?
Trace Demon: Imagine if suddenly the Devil was proved to exist, and he decided that he was going to do an interview because his super evil PR department told him to. Do you think by the end of that people would be saying, “oh that devil, he isn’t actually that bad”. No, they wouldn’t, they’d still be saying he’s the damn devil and he’s done horrible things and they’d twist every little thing he said into something big, bad and evil.
I don’t think it escapes his attention that he’s just compared himself to the devil. From what I’ve seen of him Trace Demon has always been very self-aware of how people view him, wrestling fans see him as this big devilish figure, the big evil who instantly makes anyone who opposes him as the hero. It’s a role he seems to relish, freeing him up to carry out the very kind of actions that gained him such a reputation in the first place.
Trace Demon: To the WFWF fans I’m the same. I’m the bad guy and it doesn’t matter what I say to you and what you publish, I’ll always be the bad guy. The PR guys think getting my face out there, doing these kinds of interviews and public appearances, they think it’s gonna make me more relatable to people. But you don’t relate to a man who does the things I do, you can’t relate to a man who’ll do anything it takes to win when you’re not willing to do the same.
Alex Camus: So you excuse your actions over the years by simply considering them as what’s needed?
Trace Demon: Why do I need to excuse anything? I’m not doing anything wrong; I’m doing what I’ve done for years, what I’ve been paid to do for years. I’m winning.
It is true that Trace Demon continues to have quite the winning streak in the WFWF. In fact he hasn’t lost a WFWF match since April 2012, a good nineteen months ago. This is in fact a WFWF record which is made even more impressive by the fact that Trace Demon has continued to wrestle at the top of the card on a regular basis during that entire time. So the question of course is do these results excuse his actions? Do they excuse the number of casualties that he has left in his wake, particularly the likes of Wayne McGurk and Penny Shannon in recent weeks, two people he has called friends in the past?
Alex Camus: Your success is undoubtedly impressive Trace and I don’t think anybody would argue with your results, but what about the people who claim you could achieve the same results through much more acceptable means? You’re talented in the ring, possibly one of the very best, do you really need to resort to acts like assaulting a girl barely out of her teens just to gain an advantage in a match?
Trace Demon: This sport, if you’re inclined to call it that, isn’t like others. We’re not football or basketball or even ice hockey, in wrestling you get to do a lot of things you don’t elsewhere. So here’s the thing, if I can do all these things, if I can attack people and emotionally manipulate them then why wouldn’t I? If I can mentally break people to give myself an advantage then why shouldn’t I? In this business it doesn’t matter how good you are, if you’re not getting the victories to back it up then you’ve got nothing. This isn’t a team sport, you can’t rely on other people to help you out, you’ve got to do it all yourself. That means that you leave nothing to chance, you cover every angle you can. Could I beat Scarlett Quinn fair and square? Of course I could, but the point is I don’t have to because I’m smart enough to know that every single beating I hand out before that match is going to reduce the chances of an upset considerably, and I like the odds to be in my favour. I’m like the house, you never bet against me.
Alex Camus: And when it comes to your detractors, the people who don’t believe you can beat Scarlett Quinn, or anyone at all, fair and square? What do you say to them when you’re actions do so much to back up their claims?
Trace Demon: I tell them to look back at my history. I tell them to look at all the names I’ve beaten. Names like Phillip Schneider, Drakz and DGX, names like Mak Cross, Cam Nitta and Yukio Blaze, names like Spider, Reckless and Killer Instinct 13. You might notice a little difference in talent in those three lists and that’s because I can beat nobodies, I can beat the future stars and I can beat the main event talent. Nineteen months… nineteen months since I last lost a match. That record speaks for itself because plain and simply it doesn’t matter how I won those matches, it only matters that I won them. It doesn’t matter that people think I can’t win without using mind games and underhanded tactics because all that matters is that I win each and every time I step in that ring. People talk about me being on some kind of roll right now but I’ve been on a roll for nineteen months and I’ve been on that roll because I’m the best in the world at what I do and what I do is win, no matter what I have to do or who I have to do it to.
He pauses and takes another sip of his coffee. This is the classic Trace Demon ‘pause for dramatic effect’ that gets spoken about so often by the people that have been fortunate enough to get an interview with him. As he lowers the cup he looks me square in the eyes, the first time he’s actually done so. It’s only in this moment that I see the focus that lies behind the cloudy, mind wandering gaze that I first noticed. I have no doubt that what he says next is the absolute truth.
Trace Demon: I am a winner. That’s all that matters.
< *** >
A Quiet Life
Trace Demon: These bagels are stale man.
Jason Anders: They’re stale because you’ve left them in your desk drawer for two weeks. I told you that it was a bad idea.
Trace Demon: I wanted to keep them safe.
Jason Anders: From who?
Trace Demon: Ninjas.
Jason Anders: Bagel stealing ninjas?
Trace Demon: Of course.
Jason Anders shakes his head in disbelief, this man who stands before him with all of his insane, asinine theories of bagel stealing ninjas and jello conspiracies is his boss, this is the man who runs the entire company. When did things get so mad?
Jason Anders: Does the whole profile read like you’re a sociopath talking himself up?
Trace Demon: Keep reading, I get really philosophical in part two.
Anders doesn’t keep reading, he closes his laptop and looks at Trace Demon where he’s perched on the edge of the desk, still looking at the stale bagel. It was a strange one, Trace had been more active in the business this week than ever before, ever since their little argument and Trace’s quick stop off in Canada he’d been on the ball. He’d gotten Drakz back, gotten Phillip Schneider back, Anders had even seen the list of Scars & Stripes entrants and had to double take more than once at some of the surprise entrants. It was like Trace Demon had suddenly started taking the business side of things seriously. But that was all behind closed doors, like a switch flicked on when nobody was looking and he suddenly got good at his job. Whenever he was in the room with another person though… well he just kind of regressed. He became bipolar, this goofy guy who said insane things but who would turn on you in a second and snap your neck because he felt like it. Luckily so far he’d avoided any neck snapping.
Jason Anders: This was meant to make you more relatable, you were meant to separate yourself from what you’ve done the past few weeks, not justify it.
Trace Demon: So you agree that I justified it and that it’s acceptable now?
Jason Anders: That’s not what I’m saying.
Trace Demon: Sounds like it. You should be clearer in future, people might get the wrong idea and think you’re some kind of psychopath.
Jason Anders: Why would people possibly think that?
Trace Demon: Everyone knows psychopaths aren’t clear when the speak.
Jason Anders: I don’t think that’s true.
Trace shrugs, he doesn’t see the point in arguing about this. If anybody in this office knows about psychopaths it’s going to be him, not the suited up lawyer. Actually, he’s a lawyer… scratch that last comment, lawyers be mental.
Trace Demon: I don’t get what you want from me Anders? You tell me to get serious about this company and I bring Drakz back to it. Sure, he looks like a hobo and has the dress sense of a half blind Yukio Blaze, but still, it’s Drakz, that’s got to be worth mad business points. Then you want me to go and do some profile for a magazine that hasn’t been relevant in, well, ever. So I go do it, give a damn good interview, three damn good interviews actually, and that’s still not good enough for you? It’s like it doesn’t matter what I do, it’s still not going to be good enough.
Jason Anders: You sound like a whining teenager.
Trace Demon: Just tell me what you want!
Yes, Trace did just shout that out in the middle of an office in the tone of a whining teenager, because dramatic licence sometimes calls for him to be a comedy buffoon.
Jason Anders: I want you to stop beating people up and trying to break them with these mind games just long enough to come across as a respectable businessman so we can sell that image to sponsors. Right now every sponsor we speak to tells us that they’re not sure they want to be the company associated with the red haired devil who stamped on a woman’s head and tried to break his best friends daughter’s back.
Trace Demon: Listen to me Anders, I own this company and I’d like to think I’m a pretty damn good boss-
Jason Anders: You’re not, you made three interns cry this morning. And you’ve only been here an hour.
Trace Demon: Well we shouldn’t be hiring teenage girls as interns if they’re just going to cry when I give them constructive criticism.
Jason Anders: They weren’t teenage girls. The one was a former navy seal and you threatened to murder his entire family because he put milk in your coffee.
Trace Demon: What an idiot.
Jason Anders sighs, runs a hand through his hair, then remembers that he hasn’t got any hair left and stops because he’s just given himself friction burn. It’s not easy being bald.
Trace Demon: Like I was saying, I’m a good boss but when I step in the ring I’m a wrestler. That’s Trace Demon the competitor in there and he’s not going to stop doing whatever it takes to win. And he certainly doesn’t care about coming across as some respectable businessman. I mean look around this company and find me one guy who cares about looking respectable.
Jason Anders: Mak Cross, he wouldn’t beat up women.
Trace Demon: And then he did, because he wanted to win. Scarlett Quinn would have done the exact same thing as I did if she was smart enough to think of it and sure, maybe that’s got something to do with the brain cells I kicked out of her but whatever, it doesn’t matter. Everybody is the same, everybody wants to win, I’m just the only one doing it every single week without fail.
Jason Anders: And what do I tell the sponsors.
Trace ponders this, coming up with some great marketing strategy that’s sure to blow Jason Anders away and make it obvious why he’s the owner here and Anders is just the hired help.
Trace Demon: You tell them they can go f**k themselves, because I’ll be too busy winning the WFWF World Championship to give a damn.
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The Demon household is nothing like the name suggests. You might be picturing a hellhole with fire rising all around it, people screaming and begging for mercy, innocents being ripped apart like it’s an ordinary Sunday afternoon at the butchers shop. In fact the Demon household is a mansion in upper Los Angeles that’s probably worth more than you’ll make in about ten years. Yeah, it’s a stark contrast to the man that inflicts so much pain inside the ring but that’s the thing about Trace Demon, you might think you know what he’s all about but in truth… you don’t know anything yet.
Alexa Munroe: I can’t believe someone took the time out to profile you. I mean everyone knows what you’re about by now, right?
Trace Demon: I’d like to think so, but people are stupid, they like to be beaten in the face with the same thing over and over again until they’re sick of it. And even then they keep coming back for more because they like the punishment. I mean how else did Jersey Shore get more than one series?
Alexa Munroe: Didn’t I walk in on you watching old episodes of The Hills last week?
Trace Demon: Snooki ain’t no L.C., I’ll tell you that.
Alexa Munroe: You’re indulgence for valley girls never ceases to amaze me.
Trace Demon: I ever tell you I screwed two of the cast from The Hills? It was at the same time so I don’t know whether it counts as one or two but y’know, still pretty impressive.
Alexa Munroe: It would be if I wasn’t the mother of your child.
Also if said child wasn’t currently in the room playing with toys on the floor. Kids grow fast people and if it’s true what they say that they pick things up from their parents at a young age then god help little Emily Demon. Actually with that name you already know she’s going to have problems. Carry on as usual.
Trace Demon: Truth.
Alexa Munroe: Have you spoken to Emily yet?
Trace looks at her with that “this again?” look that every man in a relationship ever has perfected. She ignores it because that’s what women do – they know best after all.
Alexa Munroe: Trace, you’ve been avoiding each other for weeks now and I’m getting tired of walking on eggshells around you both.
Trace Demon: Walking on eggshells is both painful and messy, this is only really, really awkward.
Trace would know, about the eggshells bit, not it being awkward. He’s too arrogant to actually notice when something’s awkward.
Alexa Munroe: She’s your sister, you’ve got to speak to her eventually. You knew this was going to happen sooner or later Trace, not everyone was going to be as accepting as I am with the whole you being a complete and utter sociopath thing.
Trace Demon: And for your ill thought out acceptance I thank you, but we both know this isn’t about the things I do inside that ring, it’s about who I’ve been doing them to.
Alexa Munroe: Well then, maybe it’s time you finally had that chat.
Maybe it is.
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Three short, sharp knocks awaken Emily Hall from the kind of daydreaming that only a sixteen year old girl could manage. Of course while ninety per cent of sixteen year old girls are daydreaming about having an epic romance with Ryan Gosling (most men too from what we gather) Emily is instead part of the other ten per cent who get hot under the non-existent collar (because she isn’t a stereotype bitches) who are too busy thinking about what they’d do to Scarlett Johansson. And yes, we did just pick the two most common celebrity crushes, sue us.
Emily Hall: Alexa?
The door pushes open, it’s most certainly not Alexa… unless she suddenly got really manly and awesome.
Trace Demon: No, unfortunately not.
Emily Hall: I don’t want to talk to you.
Trace Demon: Well that sucks for you because either we’re going to have a conversation or I’m going to sit here and fill the awkward silence with gibberish.
Emily Hall: Then I’ll just leave.
Trace Demon: And I’ll follow you and keep speaking. Don’t test me, we both know I will.
It’s true, she was there the time he spoke to a door to door salesman so much that the salesman willingly tried to leave. Then Trace followed him out of the house and followed him for a good half hour testing our promos and practicing scary faces. It took them a good few hours to convince the police that he didn’t need to be sectioned until the mental health act.
Emily Hall: Fine, you want to talk, let’s talk about what a monster you’ve become.
Trace Demon: There’s a difference between being a monster and being tactical Emily. I get that you might not see that what with you being in high school… no wait, high school is exactly the same as professional wrestling, like literally the same. The jocks and bullies are the heels, the science nerds are the underdog faces, there’s popular main eventers, weird kid jobbers, the teachers are the dickish authority figures that nobody likes. My god, the similarities are actually scary.
Emily Hall: I thought you wanted a serious conversation?
Trace Demon: Sorry, you know how my mind is with tangents.
Note to self – do more research into this high school, professional wrestling idea. There’s definitely a sitcom to be made there, probably one that NBC will pick up.
Emily Hall: The truth is Trace there’s no difference. You’re not a tactician, there’s nothing smart about what you do, you just hurt people, you hurt everybody you come in contact with and you don’t care. You only care about yourself; you’re not worried about the collateral, about how your actions affect others. You Trace are a selfish bunghole and you know it.
Trace Demon: I’m selfish? Are you seriously telling me that I’m selfish? I took you in Emily, when there was nobody else there for you I took you in. I brought you into my home; I cared for you and helped you when nobody else could. I welcomed you into my family damn it!
Emily Hall: And here I thought you did that because we actually are family.
It’s a rare moment that something silences Trace Demon, let alone a statement so simple. But it isn’t just the statement, it’s the look in her eyes when she says it. Betrayal, she wanted to believe deep down that he wasn’t the monster she’d witnessed him be, she wanted him to still be the same man she’d met one year ago, she wanted to believe that he could be that man again, that he could still care for somebody else. But now… now she just saw the monster he has become.
Trace Demon: Emily-
Emily Hall: Get out.
Trace Demon: Listen to me-
Emily Hall: I said… get out!
She pushes him out of the door and slams it shut behind him, he doesn’t have the heart to argue with her, he’s just seen what he’s become… and he doesn’t know whether he likes it.
Alexa Munroe: That went well.
Alexa’s been listening this entire time from the top of the stairs, of course she has, the chick is nosy.
Trace Demon: I’ve got a show to go to.
Alexa Munroe: You need to fix this Trace.
Trace Demon: No…
He passes her on the stairs, not even looking her in the eyes as he keeps on walking.
Trace Demon: I need to be champion.
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