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Post by Jonathan Campbell on Jun 4, 2010 22:18:09 GMT -5
Magnum Star Vs Rockin' Lunatic Vs Zodiac Vs Scotty Paine Vs Killer vs Johnny Havok
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Post by Scotty Paine on Jun 7, 2010 2:34:16 GMT -5
*The scene opens once again in the Copeland State Mental Hospital. It seems that Scotty has voluntarily turned himself in for observation. He’d snapped after being transferred from jail to a psychiatric care unit in New York. But this time, it was much different. This wasn’t the anger as it was before, this time Scotty was down right deranged. He was suicidal, and had told several doctors that he was going to leave professional wrestling forever*
-:-Dr. Smith-:- Well Scott, here we are again. Maybe you’ll take therapy more seriously, this time.
*Scotty shrugs, and continues to look out the window*
~Scotty~ I guess …
-:-Dr. Smith-:- How do you plan to recover from your inner issues, if you don’t talk about them.
*Scotty grumbles to himself, as he always does then turned to face the doctor*
~Scotty~ You know, Doc. I talked last time, and you see where it got me. Right back here! This is what everyone wants. To put the crazy man in his cell, where no one has to deal with his problems. Just tuck him away, so no one can see him. You know what, it doesn’t matter …I’m done with wrestling. I’m two loses away from being labeled a jobber, and that isn’t me.
-:-Dr. Smith-:- Well, I made a huge mistake last time. But since then, I’ve read up on you and I think your career speaks for itself. You’re anything but a loser, Scott. I’d take pride in what you’ve done.
*Scotty rolls his eyes, and goes back to looking out the window*
~Scotty~ There isn’t much pride in losing, Doc.
-:-Dr. Smith-:- You can’t dwell on the loses. There is so much more to your wrestling career. Do you even realize, you’re the only psychotic man to win a major Title in wrestling history?
*Scotty continued to stare out the window, but his eyes did light up a bit. He’d never really thought about that before. He never even thought of the fact he’d won a Title as a psychotic man. Hell, a lot of wrestlers went their whole career without winning any Titles. Let alone, a major Title*
-:-Dr. Smith-:- Now, I’m not going to pretend I know a lot about wrestling. But being a Champion isn’t something everyone does. There have been plenty of wrestlers to never be a Champion.
*Scotty laughs, he found the doctor‘s way of cheering him up humorous*
~Scotty~ Name one …
*The doctor smiles, he’d been studying his wrestling since Scotty was last admitted*
-:-Dr. Smith-:- I don’t know about never being a Champion, but Scott Hall, Kurt Henning, and Roddy Piper were never World Champion. There’s no way you can tell me their careers weren’t successful.
*Scotty looked over his shoulder at the doctor, with a surprised look on his face. Well hell, the medical book worm knew something about wrestling after all*
-:-Dr. Smith-:- Well, Kurt Henning was a World Champion in AWA. But from what I understood of the article, the promotion was dieing off by that time.
~Scotty~ Anyone with half of a bag of talent, was World Champion in AWA. American Wrestling Alliance sucked ass, any wrestling fan knows that. Shit, the only reason they went anywhere was because of Jerry Lawler. Jerry wasn‘t very skilled, to tell you the truth. He used an illegal right punch for a finisher.
*The doctor nods, he had to admit. He didn’t know much about wrestling, abut at least Scotty was talking*
-:-Dr. Smith-:- Well then, what about Piper?
~Scotty~ Piper was a half wit, who’s career was based one making a fool out of himself. He hung around guy who could wrestle, just to make himself look good. Bob Orton, Jr. and Paul Orndorff were better then Roddy ever was.
-:-Dr. Smith-:- What about Arn Anderson or Ted DiBiase, they were never World Champion either.
*Again, Scotty was a little surprised at how much the doctor knew*
~Scotty~ Ted sucked, he was a fake millionaire. He was worse then Piper, Ted bought his friends. He had a few skills, but was mostly pushed due to being a wizard on the mic. Arn was one of the best, him and Ole were giants in the tag-team ranks. Possibly one of the best teams ever, along side the Midnight Rockers, The Legion of Doom, and the Fabulous Freebirds.
*The doctor takes a few notes, and nods. He stands up, and head for the door. He turns back, and looks at Scotty with a smile*
-:-Dr. Smith-:- Well, this was a very learning session for me Scotty, thank you.
~Scotty~ Yeah, it was cool.
*The doctor nods, and smiles once again*
-:-Dr. Smith-:- You have a visitor coming tomorrow.
*Scotty frowns, and then his eyes narrow*
~Scotty~ It wouldn’t happen to be Damion Steele, would it?
-:-Dr. Smith-:- No, no. Mr. Steele isn’t coming by, but he sends his regards.
~Scotty~ F*ck him, damn asshole!
*The doctor frowned, he didn’t understand Scotty’s displeasure with Damion. He shrugged, and told Scotty who his guest would be*
-:-Dr. Smith-:- Your guest’s name is Jake Orton.
*Scotty was dumb founded, by the name. He’d never heard it before, yet it seemed familiar*
~Scotty~ Who?
-:-Dr. Smith-:- He says he’s a co-worker of yours.
*With that, the doctor closes the door leaving Scotty alone to think the name over in his head*
~Scotty~ Hum, he must work in production or something.
*The scene fades out, and reopens in the main lobby of the mental health wing the next day. Scotty walks in the visiting room, and spots a young man sitting there waiting for him. He didn’t recognize the man, but he took a seat in the arm chair across from him*
-//-Vyper-\\- You don‘t know me, but I talked to my friend down in the gift shop and she said a professional wrestler was here in the psych ward.
~Scotty~ Sorry to disappoint you, but Hulk Hogan left yesterday.
*Orton shakes his head, he wasn‘t one for games. He shoots a look at Scotty, but continued on anyways*
-//-Vyper-\\- Look, I‘ll make this as quickly as possible so you can get back to your meds. I worked with someone you hate very much, and I know you‘d like to get a little of revenge on him.
~Scotty~ If you‘re talking about Killer, I‘m all ears.
*Scotty leans forward in his chair, and cracks a smile ear to ear. You don‘t have to be a wrestling guru to know, Scotty hated The Emo Warrior more then he did rich people*
-//-Vyper-\\- Anyways, I worked with this guy in another promotion and I asked him if he wanted to work together. Turns out, he doesn‘t have time for guys like me. No one turns The Damned Virus down, No One!
*Scotty looks confused, as to what Orton was trying to get at. He scratches at his shaggy beard, and slaps at the side of his head. It was to much at once, and his brain was starting to work in an overload pace*
~Scotty~ So, um? What do you want me to do about it? If you want me to convince Killer to team up with you, you‘ve come to the wrong guy.
*Scotty frowns, and shakes his head in disagreement*
-//-Vyper-\\- No way, man. I heard from my friend that you work with Killer in NEW, and I was hoping you could get me a contract with them. I want to get my revenge, and you can help me. We could be a team, Scotty.
*At first Scotty rolls his eyes, and snickers to himself*
~Scotty~ No damn way, I‘m taking a rookie ...
*Scotty cuts himself off, and thinks for a few seconds before speaking again*
~Scotty~ Wait, you want to get Killer right?
*Orton shakes his head, and smiles back at The Crow*
-//-Vyper-\\- Yep, sure do.
*Scotty snickers, as he thinks of the possibilities. With Orton and AmberLynn as his back up, he now had the advantage over his rival*
~Scotty~ I like it, this might be beneficial after all.
-//-Vyper-\\- Cool, so what’s the plan?
*Scotty laughed, and nodded towards the guard*
~Scotty~ Can’t get into that here, we’ll talk later.
*Orton nods, and acts as if he was just another visitor making small talk with Mr. Paine*
~Scotty~ So, what’d you bring me?
*Orton was shocked at Scotty’s question*
~Scotty~ You know, when you come visit someone in the hospital ...you bring them something?
*Orton was not happy with Scotty’s forwardness, and almost told The Crow where to stick his gift exchanging idea*
-//-Vyper-\\- I barely know you, man. What was I suppose to bring you, anyways.
*Scotty shrugs, and then laughed*
~Scotty~ I don’t know ...beer, cigarettes, a McDonald’s Cheeseburger? A get well gift, you know. Something you bring sick people.
-//-Vyper-\\- You’re not sick, Scotty. You’re F*cked in the head alright, but you’re not sick.
*The scene fades out, and then reopens during the night hours. Scotty had gotten so worked up about having a new ally, he got himself into a bit of trouble and was put into the quiet room for the night. The room is a six foot wide by eight foot long stale white padded room. The orderlies had placed The Crow into a straight jacket, and strapped him down to a flat bed. There’s very little light in the room, but you can just make out his outline, and facial features. Lets listen in, as Scotty goes off on another psychotic ramble*
~Scotty~ Riddle me this, riddle me that ...who’s afraid of the barbwire wrapped ball-bat? Roses are blood red, and violets are black and blue. Twinkle, twinkle little star. How I wonder where you are ...up above the world so high, if you ever came back down. You’d have an oxygen overload, and DIE!
*Scotty lets out a deranged laughter, as he looks into the camera with his psychotic eyes. A plan was forming inside his twisted skull, and it wasn‘t going to be good for AHW. Let along 2 Dope, Psycho, and their masked friends*
~Scotty~ Killer, you just showed up at the wrong times. You see, Emo Warrior ...I don‘t give dam damn who you are else where in the wrestling world. Here, you‘re just a victim for me to squash. Piece by piece, I‘m going to tare you apart and ship you back home in a zip lock bag. If Campbell brought you to NEW, I‘m going to send you back to hell! This Sunday isn‘t you day to win. I dare you ...Come Feel the Paine!
*Scotty bust up laughing with another deranged giggle. He mutters to himself, and then lets out another psychotic ramble*
~Scotty~ One, Two ...I’m coming for you. Three, Four ...Better lock your door. Five, Six ...Better grab your crucifix. Seven, Eight ...Better stay up late. Nine, Ten ...Never Sleep Again! I‘m The Crow, and I‘m coming to get you!
*The scene fades away to darkness, as other patients yell at Scotty to shut up*
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