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Post by Jonathan Campbell on May 12, 2010 18:09:50 GMT -5
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Post by Christopher "Diablo" Style on May 14, 2010 18:55:54 GMT -5
Location: Los Angeles, California [Orthodox Church]THE DEBUT OF GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING, RP #1 OF 3! One week.. One week has passed since the re-arrival of New Era Wrestling and the beginning of something great.. something that will change the lives of every single professional wrestling fan FOREVER. Yes New Era Wrestling has arrived and the time has come for a new light to be shone upon each and every television screen, every single night. That light is a force that will shake the very foundation that New Era Wrestling is just getting rested upon, that light.. is a man who will no longer remain silenced, who will no longer bow his head and will spread his word throughout the newly established New Era Wrestling .. by any means necessary. So it will be in the city of Los Angeles, California where history takes place and takes a sudden turn. Where movies are made and stars are paid just mere miles away from Hollywood in The Staples Center all will bare witness to a Divine Inspiration, the likes of wich they have never seen before.
Success is a word best suited for the competition swarming into NEW Headquarters as of late and the fans have been given quite a show these past two weeks by this new franchise face, even crowning their very first champions on the very first night at NEW BLOOD. Now, just a few short days away the Heavyweight Championship will be decided when Killer,Lunatic and the champion Zodiac go agaisnt each other. Many huge title matches including the new and old of nEw and also including the debut of the man who stakes the claim of being Gods Gift to Pro Wrestling, he is Christopher "Diablo" Styles." The Time of Reckoning is upon us all.. "
A New Beginning..
" No Longer will the Shadows conceal my fate.. "
No one is safe..
" The Truth will be told.. "
The Start of A Whole new Chapter..
" The Dawn of a New Day, begins NOW.. "
THE DEBUT OF THE PRODIGEY Christopher Styles KILLZONE Friday May 21st, 2010Religion.. it's what classifies and seperates people throughout the world, from town to town, city to city, state to state, country to country, religion is there to pry apart the human civilization around every turn.. and yet, Religion is what also holds many Families, Many Human beings very Lives together. Wich brings us to the place where the "Word of God" is preached almost on a daily basis and people flock like sheep. A set of stairs comes into view and at the top of the steps the sun is shining down on the front doors as if some holy light were inviting those attending Sunday Mass with its very presence. Parents holding their kids hands and leading them up the steps and into the building as well as many others arriving to get their fair share of the lord.. but something is out of place. It looks as if everyone has arrived and gathered inside finally but one lone child, a little boy that looks to be about the age of six or seven can be seen making his way up the steps by himself, but before he can reach the top he trips over his untied shoe and begins to cry. With no parent figure in sight it looks as if the child has been abandoned. But only after a moment of the boys crying a pair of blacktop shoes comes into view and the camera pans out to see Chris Styles reach out his hand and lift the young boy up. The boy stops crying, dusts himself off and runs off into the church seemingly without a scratch.'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " Children.. " Chris rubs his hands as if patting off some imaginary dirt or dust and stands upright taking off his sunglasses and concealing them within his Preist-Like Clothing. Turning his attention more so towards the camera now with an odd look in his eyes.. one of determination.. as well as something else unknown. He shakes his head making a noise of disapointment. 'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " Of all the places for a parent to leave their child roaming about, without guidance, without direction.. it only makes one wonder who really is responsible. A place where people of supposed Dignity and Class, People of a Certian Belief come to enrich themselves with the word of God, a Place where a Lone Child is left to fate.. " Christopher pulls back the long red cloth that hangs down around his neck and seems to get lost in his own train of thought for a second before returning his attention towards the camera.'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " It is here at this very place that these religous beliefs are forced upon young children before they even have any choice of their own in life on the very matter.. it is here, in the self-proclaimed "City of Angels" that all will be forgotten and life as we know it will change, forever. Here.. where no Angels are found with the exception of one.. the tides of time will be altered and I will step into place as The Prophecy foretold and begin my path to greatness.. my path, to godliness and immortality. " He continues walking down a path that leads beetween a grassy field where apple trees have been planted and the leaves blow slightly in the wind, as does Diablo's black overcoat that hangs all the way down to the bottom of his legs covering his feet and shoes entirely. Christopher steps onto the freshly groomed lawn and reaches his hand up grabbing an apple and palming it in his hand but not tugging it away from it's branch.'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " Ah... The Fruit of life. Forever entangled amongst the branches of society. Hanging upon a limb until one day.. finally.. " He pulls the apple away from the branch snapping the stem and removing it from the tree.'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " Someone.. or Something comes along and changes the world as you knows it entirely. Will it be a change for the worse? or will everything come together in a perfect harmony, just as it should. [ he pauses ] But nothing is perfect, and not everything can just fall into place so easily.. no, there is always an obstacle to cross, a barrier that stands beetween you and what you truly want, what you truly deserve.. and for me, that barrier is none other than fellow Wrestling Superstar Sean Hunter and Scotty Paine. " Christopher crosses his arms concealing them within his dark cloak/cape and walks at a steady pace through the courtyard with the apple still in hand. People continue walking by Chris as if he weren't even there, not exchanging glances or friendly hellos.. its as if he were a ghost, a figment of our imagination and we're the only ones who notice his presence.'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " So it will be Scotty Paine and Sean Hunter, those who will be crucified first. It will be both Scotty Paine and Sean Hunter who will be on the recieving end of the wrath that my holy crusade will unleash upon the entire New eRa WreStling society, starting NOW. Starting at this very moment, with just days from my time of glory everyone will bare witness to a phenomenon of epic proportions. One that will never, can never be forgotten. I will systematically crucify each and every nEw Superstar until there is only one last thing on the pathway to immortality.. one last thing to complete the puzzle that is my life. [ he grins ] The Killzone World Championship will indeed be mine, it is my destiny, my true calling. And when it is all said and done, when nobody is left to intervine and the smoke has cleared, all of New eRa Wrestling shall be.. " Christopher Styles squeezes the apple gripped in his hand tightly causing it to crumble apart and he drops it letting it fall to the ground in pieces as he walks off in the opposite direction with his back turned towards the camera. The Camera doesn't follow, only watches as he slowly disapears into the horizon and than the cameras fade to nothing..Scene Two
The Beginning.. The Beginning of something new, something out of this world and the beginning of one mans path to greatness.. a path that will be layed upon the very backs of each and every nEw Superstar that dares and are foolish enough to oppose him. So it will be Chris Styles Debut as he takes on the young and talented superstars as Scotty Paine and Sean Hunter, in a match that is sure to be an interesting one to say the least. But not every mans plans are fullproof, the road to the World Championship can be a difficult one at that, and in this business first impressions are of the upmost importance, it's what makes or breaks you. There are no second chances when it comes to standing your ground and establishing who you are as a Superstar, and Chris Styles.. 'Gods Gift' looks to make a very very long lasting impression... " One by One.. you will all cross over.. "
There from the Backstage comes none other then Mr.Diablo, Christopher Style!
" Thou shall see the light.. "
" Scotty,Sean... You are the first chosen to be Cleansed and Purged of your ways. The One I have chosen to save first. Friday Night, you and I will meet inside this very ring. You.. are my first soul I shall save! "
" Sean, Scotty.. prepare yourself, for your END.. " [/color] For Days the arrival of Christopher Style has been at the back of everyones minds and finally, this Friday Night.. Gods Gift To Pro-Wrestling will begin his path to righteousness, his path to greatness.. his path, to the World Championship. All eyes might be on the Main Event, but Christopher is going to make sure that all ears are on him this Friday Night at Killzone. And The Virtuous Words of Christopher sent from above, will.. be.. heard.
" In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. And the earth was waste and void and darkness was upon the face of the deep. As The Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters and God said, Let there be light. and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good and God divided the light from the darkness. God called the light Day, the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, one day. "
The Cameras zoom out revealing the surroundings and whereabouts of the bellowing voice that was just overheard. A Love Reverand stands high up on his platform behind his podium reciting words from a book that looks to be the one and only Book of God, the Bible. The Reverands voice echoes throughout the spacey insides of the Church as a group of seated people listen with the upmost attention. The Camera continue pulling outwards revealing the entire view of the stained glass windows and oak benches filled with countless prayer seekers." And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters. And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament and it was so. " Everyone is silent except for the man in white who spreads the word.. as he sees it to the group before him. And as he continues speaking, a figure steps out from the shadows behind the podium and a man dressed exactly as the reverand, but in black and not a hair on his head.. Christopher Style himself steps onto the platform directly next to the reverand who doesn't even seem to notice Chris.. in fact, nobody seems to notice him at all, it's as if he were a ghost, an invisible spirit." And God said, Let the waters under the heavens be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear, and than it was so. " Before the Reverand can finish Christopher lifts his hands gesturing for the man to stop and he does.. actually the entire church seems to go into a state of complete pause and Christopher is the only one able to move.. and speak. He steps forward slightly, so that the proper Reverand is left in the background.. left motionless in mid sentance.'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " Look at all of you.. sitting here, all gathered around to listen to this man you know nothing about, you listen to him as he tells you things you think you should know. You all sit around obeying like household pets do unto their masters, and for what?.. So that you can foolishly believe in your own little minds that you are some kind of "model citizen". Or that you can actually believe that you have some purpose in this world of many, that God indeed does have a plan just for little old you.. " Chris lets out a monstrous laugh that echoes throughout the church ceiling and all around but still.. nobody moves as the pause button seems to still be in effect. Christopher walks around the Reverand to the otherside where he stands beside him yet again, stroking his chin and lost in his own train of thought for a moment before he turns his attention yet again towards the masses. Chris has a wide grin on his face, perhaps believing to himself that all of these people have come to listen to him preach and lecture.'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " Did you all honestly fall for such a farce? Such a complete joke.. [ he pauses ] Please, you must all be smarter than that. No.. perhaps not. It just may be that you are all lost, searching for someone to lead you down the correct path. But what if the person who was leading you, led you in the wrong direction? What if what you were being told was all one big lie, one big made up story, what if.. what if.. " Chris lifts his hand yet again, raising two fingers and this time motioning for the scene to continue on as The Reverand begins to move and speak again but this time as if the volume were turned down a couple notches and Chris is now the main point of the picture as the church-goers continue to watch on like they are totally unaware. Chris begins to speak yet again and the Reverands voice fades into the background beneath his.'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " So the time has come.. while thousands of couch ridden fans tune in this Friday Night and witness a monumental occasion.. one that will slowly but surely change the ways of New eRa Wrestling as we know it. Another Shall be cleansed of his ways and he will be shown the light, he will be taught the testament according to the God and I, Christopher Styles will step one step closer to achieving what is so rightfully mine. This night.. this night of Kill-Zone will be the beginning of something great, the dawn of a new day, a new RECKONING.. One that no Man, Woman, or Child will ever forget. " Chris lays a hand on The Reverands shoulder but still he continues on preaching totally unaware of Chris' presence. Chris than steps off the podium and walks amongst the people seated in the benches making his way slowly towards the door and still.. nobody even casts him a glance.'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " The Stage has been set, no longer do you people have to chase a false reality that infact is not reality at all.. no more will you lie to yourselves just so you can say that you believe in something. Trust in me.. Trust in what I tell you and you shall all be following the correct path. This Sunday you will all be Born Again The Prophecy will be that much closer to being fulfilled, and when we reach that Final Destination, that Sanctuary of Sanctitude.. all of you who followed the right path will be rewarded. I have given you fair warning, do it now before it is too late, before you are all damned. I offer you all one last chance to.. Give your last breaths, Scotty, and Mr.Hunter... your time on planet earth... IS OVER!" Christopher "Diablo" Style raises his arms into the air emphasizing his point and than drops them to his sides, looks around at the crowd of people and notices one lone little boy staring at him.. the same little boy who fell on the steps the last time we saw this Holy Madman. Chris smiles at the child and even seems to wink at him through his shades as far as we can see and the boy.. well he smiles back! how the.. Chris turns around and makes his way out through the front doorway, disapearing just as quickly as he appeared. 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Post by Scotty Paine on May 18, 2010 3:39:18 GMT -5
~Scene One~ [/b] ~The Doctor’s Office~*According to NEW regulations, every new wrestler must undergo a physical and psychiatric evaluation. As much as Scotty disliked this, he agreed to visit a doctor he was comfortable with. So he traveled home to White Hills, New Jersey to see Dr. Smith. And so, the scene opens up in the lobby of Dr. Smith’s office. The Crow sits in a double armed chair waiting to be seen. He reads the local news paper, and every once in a while he looks around the room at the others. He spots a young boy looking at him strangely, and he makes a scary face at him. The kid turns away, and tugs on his Mother’s sleeve. The lady shakes her head at Scotty, but he pays her no heed. Soon enough, the receptionist calls him up to the desk*-//-Receptionist-\\-Mr. Cross?*Scotty stands up, and walks over to the desk with a disappointed look on his face. He hated when people used his real name, he hadn’t used it since he was a young teenager. He usually didn’t respond to it, but this was a place of business. He stood there in front of her, and placed his hands on the desk*~Scotty~It’s Paine, ma’am.-//-Receptionist-\\-Oh, well? I’m not familiar with all that wrestling stuff. I just have a few questions before Dr. Smith will see you.*Scotty grumbled under his breath, he so hated be questioned. People always made him seem stupid, or ignorant. Granted, he wasn’t very educated but he was a lot smarter then most gave him credit for. Plus, she was the receptionist. Why was he answering questions for her, that’s why he was seeing the doctor*~Scotty~Um, Ok …I guess.-//-Receptionist-\\-Don’t worry Mr. Cross, this will only take a couple seconds.*Again, Scotty grumbled under his breath. He’d heard that line a million times. He’d already been sitting in the lobby for two hours, and was growing bored rapidly. He grunted, and nodded his approval*~Scotty~Ok, what do you need to know?-//-Receptionist-\\-What injuries are you here to see Dr. Smith about?*Scotty stood there and thought a minute. He wasn’t currently injured, although he had a few sore spots and more scar tissue then most wrestlers. He shrugged and signed*~Scotty~It’s just a routine physical, ma’am. I don’t think I need it, but my bosses say I have to in order to compete.*The receptionist takes a few notes, that seems to take longer then needed. She looks Scotty over, and types a few things into the computer. Then she look through his file, and her eyes pop open*-//-Receptionist-\\-Oh wow, you have had a lot of medical problems over the last few years. What exactly do you do for a living Mr. Cross?*Scotty laughed a bit, and then rolled his eyes at her. Here was one of those dumb questions he hated so much. Every time he told someone, they never believed him. He shook his head before answering*~Scotty~Well, believe it or not. I’m a professional wrestler.*The receptionist looked up at him with a smirk. Just like everyone else he told that to, she couldn’t imagine a psychotic man as a wrestler. She tried to compose herself, as she re-asked the question*~Scotty~Seriously, I’m a wrestler. I know, seems odd for a guy like me to be a professional athlete, but that’s what I do. You can always ask the Doc, if you don’t believe me.-//-Receptionist-\\-Um Ok. Well, next question. How would you rate your mental health, from one to ten?*This question made Scotty die laughing. He knew his psychiatric problems were more serious then he took them, but then again. If you looked at his past, they all made sense. As everyone knows, he’s a deranged man trying to make it in the World of Wrestling. From top to bottom, no one takes him seriously. Most promoters hire him based on his looks. A scruffy, run down, under sized man. Every good federation needs a jobber or two, and that’s exactly what they see The Crow as. Yet time after time, Scotty proves everyone wrong*~Scotty~Um, well? I wouldn’t say it’s great, but I’m not a psycho killer either. I talk to the Doc, every once in a while on the phone. I travel a lot, so I’ve missed a few calls as of late.*Scotty was flat out lying, he hadn’t talked to Dr. Smith in over a year. The last time he’d really dealt with the doctor, was when he was having issues with a losing streak he was on back in another federation that isn’t allowed to be spoken of here in NEW. None the less, The Crow’s mental health was slipping by the year. He’d already been locked down twice, and was headed for a third if he wasn’t careful*-//-Receptionist-\\-Oh, I see.*The receptionist goes back to writing some notes, and looks through Scotty’s file once again. She types for a while on her computer, and then picks up the phone and dials Dr. Smith’s office*-//-Receptionist-\\-Hello Dr. Smith, I have a Scott Cross here to see you.*They talk for several minutes, she had concerns about Scotty’s mental health issues. She felt as if he was trying to avoid his problems, and wanted the doctor to address them with Mr. Cross. They hung up, and she told Scotty the nurse would be out shortly to get him. The Crow went back to his seat, and picked up the news paper he was reading before. After what seemed to be another hour or so, the nurse come out and called his name*<>Nurse<>Scott Cross?*Scotty stands up, and heads over to where the nurse is waiting. He grumbles under his breath once again, and glares at her as he passes her. He stopped short, and waited for her to take him to the doctor’s examining room. They weaved their way through the small hallways, and finally came to where Dr. Smith would be giving Scotty his physical. She let The Crow into the room, and told him the doctor would be there shortly. After about twenty minutes, the doctor walked in with a large file under his arm*>Dr. Smith<Hello Mr. Paine, how are you?*The doctor was the only one outside of the wrestling world that called Scotty by his stage name. It took Dr. Smith years to do so, but he learned The Crow didn’t take to anything else. It was probably unprofessional, but he’d do anything to make him comfortable. This particular patient was quick fused, and ill mannered. But over the years, Dr. Smith had learned to deal with him*~Scotty~I’m alright Doc, guess things could be worse.*The doctor wrote down a few notes of his own, and then set the file to the side. He went about his business, doing his doctor duties. First he took Scotty’s temperature, pulse, and then did that annoying thing where they feel all of your joints, etc. He had The Crow step onto a scale to weigh and measure his height. He checked his lungs, heart, stomach, and other vital organs. He seemed to be impressed with Scotty’s health despite him being a hardcore legend. Dr. Smith went back to his stool, sat down, and wrote a few more notes in The Crow’s file*>Dr. Smith<Well, you seem to be in pretty good health. Are you eating regularly?*Scotty nodded, and tilted his head to the side to think for a second. He nods again, and rubs his belly several times. Surprisingly he had been eating at least twice a day for the last several months*~Scotty~Yeah, I’ve been hitting the local spots. And on Sundays, I head down to the West End Eatery. It ain’t the greatest food, but it’s better then the Taco House.*Scotty laughed a bit, that was a joke among the local folks. When you travel 280 Days a year, you eat whatever you could get your hands on. But the Taco House was by far the worst food served to mankind. Often you weren’t even sure what you were eating. Most times, it was food that was past sale date or it was flat out rejected food from restaurants around the city. Interesting how it wasn’t good enough to serve to the public, but people where suppose to be grateful for it. They’re poor, not sewer rats*>Dr. Smith<Well, that’s good to hear. What have you been doing to keep in shape, Scott?*This question made Scotty laugh. He couldn’t help it, he never really was one for working out. He just lived life the way he saw fit. If it included physical work, then so be it. He walked a lot, and was always working for one wrestling promotion or another. He never eat a lot of crap, and was always on the move*~Scotty~Um, well? I walk a lot and I’m constantly on the move. You know me Doc, I’m a wrestler. Matches every week, and traveling almost everyday. No real time to work out at a gym.*The doctor nods, and writes down a few more notes. Dr. Smith wasn’t a fan of Scotty being a wrestler. The Crow had beaten his body up something fierce. The doctor had put more stitches into Scotty then any other patient he ever saw. Not to mention he had broken both hands, his left ankle, his right collar bone, and dislocated his left hip twice. Scotty had suffered several broken bones, and collected thirty-six stitches to win his only World Title. The doctor told him to quit then, but The Crow wouldn’t listen and took a contract offer in Japan*>Dr. Smith<Yes, your lovely wrestling career. As much as I hate to see you doing it still, you’re not going to listen to me. But Pure Wrestling Industry has sent you to me in order to get a clearance physical.*Scotty nods, and then cracks a side ways smile. Mostly due to a severely broken jaw, acquired during a match in that promotion that’s not allowed to be spoken of. It was weird to look at but The Crow was use to people staring at him. Scar tissue, and disfigured parts lined his body. He was a hardcore freak, and the more he bleed. The better he was*>Dr. Smith<Your physical health is passable, it’s your mental health I’m worried about. Scott, my receptionist is worried that you’re not taking your issues seriously.*Scotty’s stomach started to feel queasy. He shifted on the examining table. He hated talking about this stuff, and it showed. He started to speak, but cut himself off. What could he say, it hadn’t bothered him in quite a while. He was over worked, and wasn’t doing so well. That was his main thing, he truly hated to lose. And so he cut down on the promotions he worked for, and he had even walked out on EHWF. A company that was paying him quite well actually. He swore up and down, he’d never work for NEW but how could he turn down their offer? Six figures for six months was the second highest contract he’d ever been given. So he didn’t like eighty present of the guys he worked with, he was given a chance to enter and make an impression*~Scotty~Ah, come on Doc. She’s a receptionist, what does she know about mental health?>Dr. Smith<True enough, but I’d like to ask a few questions before I release you to active wrestling. Just a few simple questions.~Scotty~I’ve heard you say that before, Doc.*The doctor shuffled through Scotty’s file, and found a questionnaire chart. He checked a few things off, and then read over the rest of it. He nodded, as he prepared to ask The Crow some much needed information**The scene fades out, as the doctor starts to question Scotty about his mental health. Several seconds later it reopens with The Crow exiting the clinic. He has his release papers in hand, and he’s headed down to central Downtown White Hills, New Jersey. He heads east on 17th Ave, until he reaches 10th. Then he crosses over Williams Avenue headed north, and makes it over to Burnside Avenue. Once there, he heads east again until he reaches 6th Ave. He turns east once again, and makes his way down to Sister of the Rose. He meets up with a few of his friends, and grabs his things they were holding for him*~Scene Two~~The Long Trip~.::Scumbag Bob::.Hey Scotty, what’d the doctor say?*Scotty shook his head, and grumbled a bit. He wasn’t one for sharing information, but he knew his friend meant well. He showed him the papers, and smiled. He was over excited to be wrestling again, it’d been a while since his days in SuperNOVA and EHWF. He looked at the clock on the wall of the eatery, it was time to go*~Scotty~Well, I’m cleared to wrestle for now. No time to bullshit, I got to run..::Scumbag Bob::.Cool, bro. Me and Freddy will walk you down to the bus depot.*Scotty rolled his eyes, he loved his friends but they had to be the two most annoying guys alive. He shrugged, as the three of them headed north on 6th Ave. All was quiet, until of course the loud mouth of the group spoke up*</>Flatulent Freddy<\>So, where you going this week?~Scotty~Columbus, Ohio bro.*The two friends chuckle for a couple seconds, then Bob speaks up*.::Scumbag Bob::.The Steers and Queers State, huh?~Scotty~No, that‘s Texas.*The three of them laugh for several minutes, it was one of their favorite past times to make fun of other states outside of Jersey. Then suddenly, Freddy remembered something*</>Flatulent Freddy<\>Hey, wasn’t that Aj Styles wanna-be from Texas? You know, that guy from {Bleep} …*Scotty busted up laughing, he knew who Freddy was talking about. Yes, the guy who always talked down to The Crow. He was one of those guys that was so full of himself, when he did lose to Scotty. He just disappeared, and was never seen again*~Scotty~Yeah, and he didn’t have no horns on his head either.*The three of them laughed again, as they entered the Greyhound Station. They walked up to the counter, as the clerk looked up. She let out a light smile, and addressed Scotty*~:~Anna~:~So, off to another wrestling show Scotty?~Scotty~Yep, new company.*The clerk takes his ID, and asks where he’s going. She types in the information, and then asks if his friends will be traveling with him. Scotty quickly shakes his head “No”. She chuckles, and gives him the price of the ticket*~:~Anna~:~That’ll be Two-Hundred Twenty dollars, please.*Scotty files through the small envelope that NEW had sent him for travel money. He pulls out two Hundreds and a Twenty dollar bill. He pays for the trip, and stuff the rest of the money into his jeans pocket. There wasn’t much left, but he was use to not eating for days on end. As long as he had cigarette money, he was cool. He nods to the clerk, and head out into the lobby to wait for his bus to arrive. He took a seat with his duffle bag, and his two friends*.::Scumbag Bob::.Um, who you facing this week?*Scotty thought for a minute, and then shrugged. He wasn’t sure who he’d be facing. All he really knew was it was a extreme rules match, and he wanted to do well. He wasn’t much for the whole win-lose thing, he just wanted to do his best. It was a new company, and they could care less about what he’d done else where. This was the big time compared to where The Crow had been before. No one was going to praise him for what he’d done in that other promotion. No one cared about him being undefeated in SuperNOVA, so he’d won a Hardcore Title 5x in uXw years ago. And just because Kaleb Steele was his friend and he was well respected in AHW, it didn’t mean anything in NEW …the XiF World Title meant nothing here. It was time to prove he was worth hiring, and just because he was a psychotic man. He needed to prove his worth even more. He was far more talented then most gave him credit for, but had to prove it*~Scotty~Some guys, that everyone ...as always thinks, is going to mop the floor with me. It’s nothing new, same old - same old. You know, these big companies look at me and laugh. They always think, hire the crazy guy …we need jobbers for the upper tear guys to beat up.*Scotty’s friends were shocked, it wasn’t like The Crow to not study an up coming opponent. He was forever at the local library watching YouTube footage, or reading the newest wrestling magazine for information on his next victim. They looked at each other, and frowned*</>Flatulent Freddy<\>Um, bro? What’s up with that?~Scotty~With what?.::Scumbag Bob::.You always study your opponents, man. Don’t tell me you’re over looking this guy?*Scotty shrugged, and titled his head. He wasn’t over looking him, but he didn’t know who he was facing. No one had said anything to him, and it didn’t really matter to him. He went into every match the same. He was going to do the best he can, and if he lost - it wasn’t going to be the first time. He was going in full bore, and would run the guy over if he could. Blood might be spilled, and bodies would be broken*~Scotty~Sorry guys, I haven’t been told the guy’s name. It’s hard to study someone if you don’t know who it is. You’ll know me, I’ll go into this match like any other. I’m not your normal wrestler, I do things no one expects me to and I’m not easy to prepare for either. Whoever it is, they’re in for one big surprise.*The two friends nod, but were thrown back by how relaxed Scotty was acting. Usually by this point, The Crow was jumping up and down. He was frantic, and cursing up a storm. He just wasn’t being himself, and they were beginning to worry*</>Flatulent Freddy<\>I hope you’re going about this the right way.~Scotty~You worry to much, Freddy. Once I know who he is, I’ll get the low down on him ASAP. It’s not like, I haven’t gone into a match without know my opponent before, bro..::Scumbag Bob::.Well, that’s your bus they’re calling. Better get going, man.*Scotty stands up, and grabs his bag. He flings it over his shoulder, and slaps fives with his friends. Then he heads off for his bus, as the scene fades away to black*~To Be Continued~[/center]
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Post by Christopher "Diablo" Style on May 19, 2010 9:39:44 GMT -5
Location: Los Angeles, California [Orthodox Church]THE DEBUT OF GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING, RP #2 OF 3!So in just a few short days these three nEw Superstars are going to go toe to toe, head to head, and their can only be one winner.. one victor. Scotty Paine.. a man driven even closer to the edge by the sadistic games .. a man who looks to prove to not only Johnathen Campbell but the rest of nEw, Chris Styles included that he is for real.. that he can be extreme. But walking down an opposite path is the so-called Wrestling Prophet Christopher Styles. Who has made his intentions and plans for nEw and every Superstar and Fan involved crystal clear. With these three clashing at Killzone it is sure to be quite the encounter.. on American Soil. That's right, an American Themed show will be in an entirely different country this Friday Night.. Chris Styles is appauled. 'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: And so the Saga continues... no matter how many times I try, no matter how many times I give out fair warning.. still their is the defiant, the opposing pain in the back. The Plague that I have come to cleanse from this World. " The cameras come to life with a shot of.. well complete darkness. The only recognizable sign of the scene changing is the nEw Logo showing up in the bottom left hand corner and one lone light from a candle in the corner of the room wich is the exact place the voice seems to becoming from.. the voice, well it is that of nEw's Resident 'Gods Gift' Christopher Styles of course.'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " You must realize Scotty, you are the Cancer that slowly eats away at the lifeline of nEw, and this Friday at Killzone you will see that you are nothing more than a problem that has a very simple solution.. Termination. [ he pauses ] Yes that's right Scotty, all your ill faded attempts to show the world just how sick and sadistic you can be will be short ended.. put to a stop before it can even begin. " The light from the candle flickers around and the outline/figure of Chris Styles can be seen standing in the corner of the nearly pitch black room almost motionless..'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " Scotty Paine, I do not have time for childish games, or for your pathetic attempts at proving a point. This Friday at Killzone you will be shown the light, you will be cleansed, you will.. be dealt with and my Destiny will be one step closer to becoming a reality and you will be nothing more than a fading memory. " The Cameras begin to zoom in closer attempting to get a better view of the area around Styles but it's just too dark in the room and the cameras aren't prepared. Styles lifts the candle into his hand and it looks as if it's floating in mid air for a moment in the darkness until Styles brings it up and his face comes into plain view revealing the sinister grin he has from ear to ear.'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " And as much as I cannot hold back my eagerness to dispose of you Paine I have other things on my mind other than distinguishing the flame of some child who got a little heated by the words of another man. Do you have no self control Scotty? Will you really allow such a thing to drive you to madness and quite possibly the end of your wreslint career? Because make no mistake about it.. I have arrived in new eRa Wrestling and I will not allow the likes of you.. nor Sean Hunter.. to stand in my way. You are a mere obstacle on my road to Immortality, a stain on the shirt of life. " Chris Styles brings the candle around revealing the dark corner of the room a little more and it is at that moment that the cameras pickup on someone draped in a black cloth tied down to a table. The figure isn't struglling but movement can be seen every now and than until Styles steps in front of the cameras view leaving us to wonder.'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles:" Just like the rolling tide of the ocean waves Scotty, it's an ongoing cycle of life and death.. beginning and end.. and unfortunately for you, your end has come much much sooner than even you would have liked to believe. [ he sighs ] But alas.. you will not have the opportunity to be the first of my followers.. because you Scott have crossed the line where there is no turning back. You attack mere followers of Christ and believe that to be a personal attack on me? on my beliefs? You know NOTHING of my beliefs, my destiny that has yet to be reached. I am above those peons, those middle men that you have chosen to unleash your rage upon. I am above them, and I am above YOU. " Chris lowers the candle closer to the figure lying strapped to th table as he brings one hand down and starts pulling down the cloth away from the figures face and the cameras zoom in and see.. his wife for the first time Marja Styles?! 'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " So you see Mr. Paine, you are not even worthy of being a follower, you're nothing but an inconvenience. But this beautiful specimen here will have the pleasure of becoming the first to Cross Over. " Chris Styles removes the cloth from Marja mouth and gently pulls some of her hair back behind her ears as she turn her head away, starts breathing heavily and starts to kick and scream at the top of her lungs but to no avail. 'VOLUPTUOUS VIXEN' Marja Styles: " Let me go right now you Sick F... "'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " Now now my darling.. that is no way to speak to a man who is doing you the biggest favor anyone could ever do for you. I am giving you the once in a lifetime chance of following the true path.. a path that Scotty Paine has Forsaken and for that he will be punished accordingly. But you my dear, I have much different and larger plans for you.. Scotty Paine, your petty arguments with your alter egos and personalities is of little importance to me.. that is why I will make short work of you on Friday and nothing more will be spoken of you for a very long time. I will see to it.. " Christopher Style begins pacing around the captive Marja and starts reciting some untranslatable words under his breath as Marja gets more and more terrified by the second. The Scene fades to black shortly after Chris begins removing the cross/ankh from his neck.
Talk is cheap, and so it has been proven many times before in the past. And this past week leading up to Killzone there has been a hell of alot of talk alright. The Heavyweight Championship will be decided after being vacated just a week ago, The Hardcore Championship will be put on the line when Randy takes on some dude in what is sure to be a solid matchup. And of course, Scotty Paine and Sean Hunter will take on the newly arrived Self Proclaimed 'Wrestling Prophet' in Christopher Styles and it is very clear that there is no love lost beetween these two young men and nobody will be going easy on the other guy that is for sure. No Mercy.. No Remorse.. No Turning back. Killzone is just hours away.
" Statera dolosa abominatio apud Dominum et pondus aequum voluntas eius ubi fuerit superbia ibi erit et contumelia ubi autem humilitas ibi et sapientia simplicitas iustorum diriget eos et subplantatio perversorum vastabit illos. non proderunt divitiae in die ultionis iustitia autem liberabit a morte iustitia simplicis diriget viam eius et in impietate sua corruet impius iustitia rectorum liberabit eos et in insidiis suis capientur iniqui. "
The Cameras return from a short commercial break to the familiar.. yet dark scene of the mysterious room where we last saw Christopher Styles holding his wife hostage in. For what reason does 'The Gods Gift' have to be doing such a thing to a beautiful women, well your guess is as good as mine really. 'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " The Time has come for all of your fears, all of your sins, all of your wrong doings to be put right. Scotty.. you have crossed the point of no return and now YOU.. You will be made an example of. You have made mistake after mistake and now you must PAY.. You must Pay and I will make sure that you do. " The cameras zoom out revealing the room to be a little bit brighter now than we last saw it as candles flicker all around the room and the face of Chris Styles fades in and out of the darkness. The table where Marja is now empty and Style looks to be alone in the room now. 'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " Scotty, you made your first mistake when you actually made yourself believe, forced it upon yourself to actually think that you could beat me inside of the wrestling ring. That was your first.. your first of many. " Chris Styles lowers his head and begins chanting someding under his breath that the cameras cannot pick up on. He than lifts his head back up and glares into the camera, still dawning his dark shades indoors, not bothering to take them off due to the lack of light. 'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " So Scott, you have signed and sealed your own fate inside of a cement coffin. You have agitated that wich is not to be agitated and you must be punished accordingly, you must feel the wrath of the almighty and YOU SHALL. " Chris Styles starts to slowly raise his hands into the air and just as he does the lights come on so quickly almost blinding all of those watching and we realize in fact that Styles is NOT alone in the room. Standing directly beside him now is.. well Marja of course, dressed in all black with a somewhat traumatized look in her eyes she starts rubbing Chris's shoulders as he yells out to the "gods" above. Raising his hands, arms, and head to the ceiling. 'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " Grant me the power to spite this sinner and cast him forever from the living world. Allow me to spread your word and punish those who you would want punished, reward those that need rewarding. The first of my followers is now in place.. I cannot, must not be stopped. The measly likes of you Scott Paine cannot withstand me.. face it child, you don't even have a Prayer. " 'VOLUPTUOUS VIXEN' Marja Styles: " Oh I love it when you get all preachy.. " 'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " Just wait and see.. " 'VOLUPTUOUS VIXEN' Marja Styles: " Paine, Hunter, Sorry Babe but you don't stand a chance in hell.. " 'GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING' Christopher Styles: " Or Heaven.. " Chris grins and laughs to the "gods" above putting one arm around Marja as she joins him in his laughter as if they were the only two that get the joke. The Scene slowly fades to black as Chris Styles and his new "follower" get more aqquainted.©Copyright: JohnBaronProductions
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Post by Scotty Paine on May 20, 2010 4:57:53 GMT -5
~Scene Three~ ~Campbell‘s Office~
*After two and a half days of travel, Scotty arrived at the Columbus, Ohio Greyhound Bus Depot. He quickly grabbed his duffle bag, and headed outside. He digs into his pocket, and pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes. He pulled a bent stogy out, and lit it. The Crow takes a deep puff, and slowly blows the smoke out. He reaches into his other chest pocket, and pulled out the directions they gave him to get from the bus station to the Nationwide Arena. He hopes the local bus, and hopes he’s going the right way. The scene then opens up in the NEW Vice President's office. Scotty is sitting there waiting to see Mr. Campbell, when a secretary walks up to the front desk. She looks over at Scotty, and then sets down at a large file. She reads a few things, and nods*
<//>Secretary<\\> Scotty, good to see you. I’m Merry, Secretary for Jonathan Campbell. He is in a meeting for the up coming Pay-Per-View, but I have been instructed to ask you a few questions, and make sure your clearance papers are in order.
*Scotty rolls his eyes, and shakes his head. He had been asked so many damn question in the last several days, he didn’t even remember all that he was suppose to. He grumbled, and then lifted his eyes brows. What was a few more, he didn’t have anything to hide. He was pretty much up front and to the point. Brutally honest is what his friends always said*
~Scotty~ Ok, as if I haven’t been asked enough questions already.
*The secretary snickers, and prepares to ask The Crow a few things. She looked confused, as she looked over his file. She shook it off, and looked back up at him*
<//>Secretary<\\> Ok, Mr. WCampbell wanted me to ask you a few things. First off, how long do you plane to run your gimmick?
*Scotty seemed confused at first. He wasn’t familiar with the term “Gimmick”. He was lost for words, but he spoke up anyways*
~Scotty~ Gimmick? Um, what do you mean?
*Once again, the secretary lets out a small laugh. She was told that Scotty wasn’t the brightest guy around, but she figured he’d know his wrestling slang. She shook her head at him, and attempted to explain it to him*
<//>Secretary<\\> A gimmick is the act you put on in the ring, and in front of the camera.
*Scotty’s face wrinkled up, and his eyes narrowed. Here was one more idiot, that thought he was faking his insanity. He wasn’t one for the big glitz and glamour act. He was a psycho, and nothing else. He didn’t need the face paint, the fancy tights, or even a mask to make it big. He was a fighter, more then a wrestler but that was fine by him*
~Scotty~ Look Merry, you’re name’s Merry right? I’m truly a psychotic man, and I’m going to stay true to that. I don’t put on an act to get over with the fans. I’m one of those wrestlers, that is either liked or disliked. There isn’t anything fancy about me, lady. I’m just a whack nut trying to make some money.
*Merry wasn’t sure what to think of Scotty. She couldn’t quite tell if he was kidding or serious. If he was joking, he played his part well. He was scruffy, odd, and even dressed liked a weirdo. He was decked out in a sleeveless t-shirt, a pair of raggedy military cargo-pants, a torn flannel, and black boots. His hair was uncombed, his beard was shaggy, and his nails were long and filthy. She had seen crazy folks before, but The Crow was by far the King of the Insane*
<//>Secretary<\\> Seriously, how long do you plan on using this crazy man get up?
*Scotty huffed, and blew out a small breath. His head tilted to the side as his eyes dilated. His lips quivered, as he clawed the top of the counter. He hated people who questioned him, and his way of life. This was who he was, and he disliked anyone who doubted him. He dug into his bag, and pulled out a zip-lock bag. He pulled out a few pieces of ID, and laid them out so she could see them *
~Scotty~ Here’s my Jersey ID Card, my Red Cross Card, and my P.O. Box at the State Mental Ward. I mean, what else do you want? I’m not sure how else to tell you, I’m One Hundred percent Insane! I’m crazy through and through.
*Merry looked over the information, and shook her head. She was blown away, this new wrestler was in fact a whacko. Why in the blue hell would NEW hire an insane wrestler? It didn’t make sense, and why would the Board of Directors let this pass? Somewhere along the line, Scotty must have done something to impress them. But then again, Campbell was in charge and he’d do anything to keep the ratings coming in …even hiring a guy like Scotty*
<//>Secretary<\\> I’m sorry, Scotty. It’s just hard to believe a ...Well, crazy man as a professional wrestler.
~Scotty~ Yeah, well. Stranger things have happened. Like you being hired for this job.
<//>Secretary<\\> Anyways, next question. Do you have your doctor’s clearance papers, with you today.
*Scotty threw his hands up, and scuffed. Good Lords, that’s the reason he was here. It sure in hell wasn’t to see this dim-witted woman. He pulled them out of his pocket, they were a little wrinkled but still legible. He placed them on the counter top, and smoothed them out the best he could. His eyes popped open, as he smeared some mustard off one of the corners. He licked his finger, and pushed them over to her*
<//>Secretary<\\> Um, Ok. Everything looks to be in order. But the doctor had a bit of concern about your mental health. Do you have anything to add, before I file this?
*Scotty was beginning to wonder if he made the right choice. He was questioned every step of the way, and no one supported him. Right about now, he wanted a cigarette and to kick his old friends' asses. So he was a bit on the psychotic side, he could be worse. He didn’t find it odd that he was over excited by blood, and carnage. He liked violence, and hurting people. To some that was considered crazy, to him …it was just life*
~Scotty~ He said, as long as I take my meds and don’t get over excited …I’ll be alright.
<//>Secretary<\\> Don’t get over excited?!? Are you aware, that you’re a week away from your first match, and is an Extreme Rules Match at that?
*Scotty’s eyes lit up like fire bombs, he loved the idea of an Extreme Rules Match. This is where he made his living. No rules, no regulations, and no way to stop him from coming completely unglued. Sure, most called it garbage wrestling, but that’s what he was good at. If it had anything to do with Hardcore or Extreme Rules? Scotty was right there, sticking his nose into it*
~Scotty~ Well, Um? I do now. Any chance you know who I’m facing?
*Merry couldn’t help but laugh. Scotty seemed more clueless then most of the Divas. How did this guy get a job here? He didn’t know what type of match he had, nor did he know who he was wrestling. She truly hoped the front office knew what it was doing by acquiring his contract from EHWF*
<//>Secretary<\\> You’ll be facing Christopher Styles and Sean Hunter. Sean's known for his short temper, and explosive anger. I think Christopher’s kind of cute really.
*Scotty stood there thinking for a few moments, and then shrugged. He’d never heard of them, but if Hunter was a hot head. Then that was fine by The Crow, it just meant it’d be a solid fight. He liked fights, as said before. He wasn’t one for the drama or showmanship. He loved a good brawl. This wasn’t going to be about who had the best spandex shorts, or the shiniest boots. This wasn‘t about long hair, the biggest muscles, or eye catching robs. This was about making a name for yourself in the ranks of NEW*
~Scotty~ Well, cute he might be now but that’s going to change in about a week. I may look like just any other dirt bag, but if there’s one thing I know all about. That’s Hardcore-style Matches. I was the only Xtremely Insane Champion in IWA’s history, as short as it was. And I will take the Overseas Title here too!
*Merry nodded, and looked over the papers one more time. She stacked them up, placed them into his file, and closed it. She smiles up at Scotty, and chuckled a bit*
<//>Secretary<\\> You’re quite the character, Scotty. I hope you enjoy your time here. Just one last thing, before you go.
~Scotty~ Oh, what’s that? Do you want my autograph?
*Merry bust up laughing, like she’d never heard that before. She slaps the counter, and covered her mouth with her other hand. Her cheeks turned bright red from laughter, and her knees buckled*
<//>Secretary<\\> No, no. I’m sure they told you, there’s a Nine-Hundred Dollar processing fee.
*Scotty’s eyes just about jumped out of his head, as he heard her. He choked a bit, and then cleared his throat. She had to be kidding, right? He didn’t have that kind of money, and he sure in hell didn’t know where he was going to get it*
~Scotty~ Where the hell am I going to get that kind of money? Um, well? When does it have to be in by?
<//>Secretary<\\> Before you match, Friday Night at the latest. Can you get it?
*Scotty thought for a minute or two, and then nodded. He was a psycho, he knew how to make cash in a hurry. He collected himself, and shook his head “Yes”. It wasn’t going to be easy, but he knew what he had to do to get it*
~Scotty~ Don’t worry, I’ll get it to you.
*With that, Scotty turned and walked out of the office. Damn, what a surprise that was. Now, not only did he have to prepare for his match. But he had to come up with Nine-Hundred Dollars before he could even wrestle. It didn’t matter, he would find a way to make it. If there was one thing he knew better then Hardcore Wrestling, it was making fast money. The scene fades out, as Scotty walks out the back door to the loading dock area of the Nationwide Arena*
~Scene Four~ ~The Final Word~
*The scene reopens with Scotty sitting on top of a dumpster, smoking a cigarette. He’s racking his brain trying to figure out where to go and make the money. This was a new state to him, he didn’t know where people went to make their cash. If he was back home in New Jersey, it’d be a different story. He took a puff of his smoke, and shook his head. There had to be something he could do, but he wasn’t sure what it was. Suddenly, the shuffling of feet and equipment can be heard racing towards The Crow. Scotty sits up, and looks around. Then a half smile, half disappointed look comes over his face. There before him, stood his old friend and Underground Wrestling Inc. reporter - “Spanky” Evens*
~Scotty~ You’re F*ckin’ kidding me, right? First Loonie, then you. Who’s next, Tommy Walker?
*The reporter turns to the camera, with a small chuckle. He gathers himself, and clears his throat as he begins a spot interview with Killzone's newest superstar. He motions for Scotty to hope down, before he starts*
-|-”Spanky”-|- Hello, Wrestling Fans. “Spanky” Evens here, with NEW's newest superstar …the one and only “The Crow” Scotty Paine. Not even a week after being signed, you have been given a chance at showcase your skills in an Extreme Rules Match. That’s big news, and no one else brings you the biggest wrestling news like Underground Wrestling, Inc.
*Scotty looks at his friend with a look, as if to say “Big F*cking Deal”. He looked at the camera, and shrugs. He was never a fan of being over hyped, but that’s what the fans liked and it was how he got his name out there to the fans. Spanky fired off his first question, as if The Crow wanted to hear more of those*
-|-”Spanky”-|- Ok Scotty, why NEW? Why after all these years of trying to discredit the very promotion you work for, would you come here?
*Scotty had to chuckle, he wondered the same thing himself. Hell, it was a pain in the ass just to get cleared to wrestle here. He had to admit, he was never a fan of the place. He always thought their talent was over rated, and highly arrogant. Mostly, he didn’t understand way long winded promos were so necessary. I mean, get in, say what you need, and get out. Seemed simple enough, right*
~Scotty~ Well, they say the best of the best are here in NEW. And I never saw a purpose in facing lesser opponents. You’ll never get better or expand on your skills, if you face the same guys over and over. SuperNOVA never really got me anywhere, I whooped every guy I ever faced there …well, except this one guy. We had a draw. After that, the promotion kind of died off and I came back to the states.
*Scotty stopped to take a drag off of his cigarette. He shrugged a bit, and smirked. The return to the states wasn’t a glorious one, and he was highly disappointed in the job he landed when he did*
~Scotty~ As crappy as it was, EWA signed me to a descent contract. But as always, they had no idea what I could do and well …my career didn’t fair to well there. I tried to hang in, but I just couldn’t. I sat out on them, and finally they released me. I’ve been sitting around for several months, while the legal matters got taken care of. After all that bullshit was settled, I got a call from Jonathan Campbell. He said, the guys down here at NEW wanted to take a look at me. I figured, what the F*ck? I didn’t have anything better to do. Long story short, they signed me to a Five-Thousand Dollars a show contract and a cot in the back every time I work. And as a signing bonus, I get Five-Hundred Dollars in McDonald’s coupons every month.
*Spanky snickered, he knew his buddy liked his McDonald’s Cheeseburgers. He just shook his head, and readied himself for the next question*
-|-”Spanky”-|- Everyone that’s ever fallowed your career, knows you’re a Hardcore Freak, but with NEW has a limited Hardcore Division. What other Titles are you looking at?
*Scotty lifts his brow, that was a very good question. Spanky was right, The Crow was very well known for his No-Holds Bared style. Was there another Title he was interested in, or was he strictly hardcore*
~Scotty~ Hum, you’re right. I’m pretty much known as a hardcore-extreme guy, but lets not forget. I did hold two Titles in WuW and neither one was a Hardcore Title. I mean, I did proclaim myself the Hardcore Champion there, but that was never official. So, am I interested in a Title other then a Hardcore Title? Yeah, sure I am. But as of right now, I’ve been talking to Mr. Steele and we've got a few things planed for Assault.
-|-”Spanky”-|- Come on, Scotty. What Title do you have your eyes on, the fans want to know.
*Scotty shakes his head in disbelief, as he takes another puff off his cigarette. He loved how Spanky would try to get every last piece of information out of his favorite wrestlers*
~Scotty~ I’m not telling you, bro. You’ll have to watch the show, and find out like everyone else. Plus, if I tell you now. That current Title Holder will know I’m coming after him, and that’d ruin all my fun.
*Spanky nods in agreement, and then laughed a bit. He had time for two or three more questions. He had another interview in a half hour, and knew Scotty could be long winded at times*
-|-”Spanky”-|- Speaking of Mr. Campbell, is there any truth to the rumor of you two teaming up in the near future?
*Now here was a question Scotty didn’t have a problem answering. Campbell was an old friend, that always come to The Crow straight up. There was no bullshitting between the two of them. They pretty much started their careers at the same time, Scotty had a bit more time in the business but they were both young guys compared to most. They had worked together, once before. He inspired Scotty to push himself. And when The Crow moved on in his career, he was the XiF World Heavyweight Champion. A Title he still carries with him in his duffel bag, he was never beaten for it*
~Scotty~ To be honest, nothings set in stone but we’ve talked about working together again. Campbell’s a good guy, and has a very bright future ahead of him. He’s got talent and skills way beyond his years. But I'm thinking of my match Friday Night. These guys want to play the numbers game, I don't get it? Maybe I'll be in someone’s corner come next week.
-|-”Spanky”-|- Are you saying, you’re going to be in someone's corner on the next Assault?
*Scotty takes another drag off his smoke, and smiles wickedly. Spanky knew better then to ask a question like that. The Crow smirks, and grumbles under his breath*
~Scotty~ Use your press pass, and find out for yourself bro.
*Spanky scuffed, and nodded. He knew Scotty had something planed, but he wasn’t going to find out what it was right now. He was ready for his final question, so he asked*
-|-”Spanky”-|- Alright Scotty, here we are just about a week away from the next Killzone. You’re cleared to wrestle, you know your opponents, and they type of match you’re in. Give us your feelings on facing Christopher “Diablo” Style and Sean Hunter.
*Scotty’s eyes glaze over, as a wild smirk curls his lips. This is where he made his money. These short burst of trash talking, no one did it better then The Crow. This is where he let everyone know who he was, like it or not. Scotty made trash talking into an art form*
~Scotty~ Hunter, you’re about to step into the ring with a whole new kind of wrestler. Now, now …I know, you’re sitting there at home listening to me bitch. And I’m sure the first thing that comes to your mind is, “Who the hell do I think I am?” Quite simple, I’m the guy you have to go through. Like it or not, if you want to win …you got to beat me! And that isn’t no easy task, son. I’m not just some bum Campbell hired to make your life miserable, I’m the toughest Son-Of-A Bitch ya’ll ever face.
*Scotty brushes back his dreads, so as to expose his beaten and tattered face. His nose jaunted off to the side, scars lined his forehead and chin. One of his eyes was heavily scared and disfigured. He also had a massive amount of scar tissue in the corner of his mouth*
~Scotty~ Do you see my face? Every last one of these scars, is a trophy to me. Styles, I’ve busted my ass more then any other guy on this roster. I’ve been through hell and back to get where I am today. So you sit there, and mock me all you want. But let the truth be told, no one does hardcore and extreme like me …no one! The question was asked, “Is there any other Title belt, that I’m interested in?” Hell yes there is, and after I beat your ass in one of my style of matches …I’m going to be gunning for your Killzone World Heavyweight Championship. That’s right, my style of matches, Styles. Do yourself a favor, and read up on The Crow. I’ve made a living doing exactly what we’re about to do. I’ve put my body and career on the line in No D.Q., Hardcore, Extreme, and Death Matches. Do you really think, I’m intimidated by this match? You’re a fool, who’s about to get your ass kicked by a crazy man.
*By now, Scotty’s eyes are wide and psychotic looking. He had snapped, the day’s events had finally caught up to him and Styles & Hunter was now locked into his sights. So much for not getting over excited, The Crow had lost all sense of things. He had one thing in mind, and that was to make NEW take notice of this so called wanna-be wrestler. He was the real deal, and his opponents were going to find out what the real meaning of “Paine” was*
~Scotty~ I am fully aware of the fact, that here in NEW ...we as employees are forbidden to speak of EHWF, but I could care less. Go talk to a few of their former wrestlers, such as Rocky J, Shauvon, or Drake Coleman …if his bitch ass is still trying to lace a pair of boots. Ask any of them what I can do in a ring, under rules such as these. I’m a dangerous man when angry. No, I’m not the Incredible Hulk …I’m a pissed off, under minded, psychotic man! This is your backyard, this is your house, and I’m about to launch an invasion so deep into your home …I’ll be sleeping with your Wife by Noon!
*Scotty takes the last puff off his cigarette, blows the smoke out slowly, and flicks the butt at the camera. His eyes danced with an insane delight, as his lips quivered with madness. He lets out a creepy giggle, as he envisioned himself bleeding them all over the squared circle*
~Scotty~ Styles, Hunter ...prepare yourselves for a whole new world of destruction. I’m not here to lay down for you, or any other F*cker on the roster. I maybe just some scumbag to you. I maybe a joke to you, but I’m the real deal. You’ll find out why I put the X in Xtreame, and come Friday Night, at Killzone …I dare you, come Feel the Paine!
"Mr. Preacher Man, sounding boring and bland. Trying to make a stand ...go back to the Eighteen Hundreds, where church was in demand. It doesn’t work here! Your God, The Crow does not fear ...blood and gore, is what the fans cheer. He shall not bow, nor shall he run. Carnage is The Crow’s fun ...you act almighty, yet you haven’t even won. Prey now, or forever hold your peace. Your blood The Crow shall release ...He prepares for a feast. Come Friday Night, we dine in the depths of hell. Wish for a quick tolling bell ...No one will forget, the night The Faults God Fell!"
So it Has been Said, so Shall it be Done ... -Quote The Crow, Forevermore!
*Scotty looks at his friend Spanky, who now as a look on his face. The look that says to the World of Wrestling, he knew NEW better look out. Scotty was in that zone, that only meant one thing. Christopher Styles and Sean Hunter were on their Final Days. Scotty strikes the crucifix pose, as the scene fades to black*
~The End~
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