The scene opens to a shot of a Shipman in the storage room of an arena. He is dressed in his old street clothes and hiding behind a wall made from barbed wire. He has a sick smile with blood dripping from his mouth. It is hard to tell if it is from his lips or tongue. He has his hands wrapped around the barbed wire and is clenching tight.

Shipman: Finally, the grudge match I have been awaiting weeks for is finally coming before us. Now normally I would probably sit here and bitch and moan about losing my Roulette championship on my first defence because that is what any former champ would do but no, this week that is not important. I will right that wrong and take more victims at Blaze of Glory. No this week my challenge is finally accepted by Despayre. This week, that rotten bastard will lose his innocence inside my house. My house has caused more horror than 112 Ocean Avenue, that’s the Amityville house for those who are not up to date on pop culture. In my house there is more blood spilled than at “The Wall” in Auschwitz. It is this darkness, this evil, it thrives in my house. The pain inside there will be almost masochist, just a lot less enjoyable for some. The very best part is though; no one can get inside once we are surrounded by the barbed wire walls. No doctors, no Sins, no one to help you has you feel the skin shred from your body. Your hair pulled out by the barbs. It will be just me and you and a whole mess of carnage. I may even let you bring Angel in just so I can watch his stuffing spread all over the ring, or his fleecy body stick to the walls high above your reach. Yes Despayre, I am a little sad this couldn’t be a title for title match but that is the way the cookie crumbles sometimes. I still get you to step into my house.  

Shipman laughs sticking out his tongue. That motion reveals the source of the blood has Shipman has several lacerations where he must have been licking the barbed wire.

Shipman: Despayre. You got very lucky in our last encounter, sadly though that clock will not chime twice. Last time we were on an even ground, this time however I have what I guess you could call… home field advantage. Did you not watch what I did the last time this structure surrounded an SCW ring? I ended the career of the “Freight Train of Pain” Casey Williams. I did not just “derail” him but I carved him up and gutted him like a fish. He was a lot bigger and meaner than you Despayre so what makes you think you have a shot? Because you beat me before? I beat Steve Ramone multiple times in my life, but my first match here with him, I lost. So wins or losses don’t matter. It is about the hunger for the win, the thirst for victory, the lust for blood, and unfortunately for you. I AM STARVING.

Shipman thrashes about the barbed wire wall. A blood-saliva mixture has marked up his face. He stops with open palms on the wall. A smile returns to his bloody face as he feels a trickle of blood come from his hand and roll down his arm.

Shipman: Despayre, do you like pain? Do you know what it is like to live in eternal pain? I do. Every waking moment I walk this Earth, is one of misery. Therefore it only makes sense that I share my misery with the world. Do you possibly think that any mere man can do everything I do? Say the things I say? I am always in so much pain that I was banned from participating in the Pain Olympics as I would not feel a thing. I only feel happy watching Muslim beheading videos where kids are the executioner. Don’t believe me there is such a thing, look it up. I may not have had the opportunity to have a pet cemetery in my backyard, only because my childhood was robbed from me by my brother, but in hindsight maybe that was a good thing as it would be hard to get a job as a serial killer. How does that make you feel Despayre? Knowing you and your daddy slept under the same roof as this tormented soul? Knowing the danger he put you and Angel in by inviting me into your home? Does this burn inside of you? How can you ever look at your father the same way again? Rest assured, after Climax Control he will not, he can not look at you the same way again.

Shipman steps back as he looks like he is going to walk away but stands and stares on the camera through the corner of his eye, barely visible with his mess of hair hanging down and the barbed wire.

Shipman: Despayre, are you holding that Internet championship real close? Do you love it like a child? I hope so because whatever is left of you after our match is not going to be able to compete and defend it at Blaze of Glory. Almost feel bad for the fans because there is no way you will be able to give a pay per view spectacle in the condition you will be in. You will understand how truly weak and feeble you are after you are carried out of my house. All I can say is congratulations to the new internet champion, whoever that may be.

Shipman presses his face back up against the barbed wire wall and looks into the camera with wide eyes.

Shipman: There is no sexual jokes this week, no pissing, no ginger jokes, no fun. This week is pure focus on ending another career. I don’t care about Blaze of Glory this week. This week is Blaze of GORY. I will not stop until I quench my thirst on your blood Despayre. I will not stop until I see spinal fluids. I will not stop until you stop moving. The cries and screams of the crowd, your family, and your own will only drive me to further punishing you. If I do not leave the Kezar Pavilion in handcuffs than I did not do my job. Pray Despayre, because that is the only hope you have. I know I will bleed in my house, that is a giving, but I will be the victor, I will have my hand raised, and I will make the entire SCW pay attention. Despayre, you are down to the last few days of your career. Enjoy them, use them wisely, meet your fans, and prepare for a lot of quality family time as you spend the rest of your miserable life bedridden. No amount of morphine will help ease the pain you are about to experience. This is my house, my rules, my weapon of destruction.

Shipman laughs as he walks out of view as the camera zooms in on some blood drops dangling from some of the barbs before the scene fades to black.

 The scene opens to a shot of Chris Shipman and Father Williams being escorted out of a building by a number of security guards. Shipman is irate about something and Father Williams is trying to get him to calm down by speaking from a scripture. After the guards get the two men to the curb they retreat back into the building.

Shipman: LET’S RIOT. HASHTAG NOT MY BOSS.

Father Williams looks defeated as the two men begin walking away from the building.

Shipman: How can people be complaining about what I did at Climax Control? It is an internet show. Do they not realize what is on there? Hell, Mr. Hands was way worse than anything I ever did. I would say the two girls one cup series, but I find myself strangely aroused and jerking it every time I watch it. Or Octomom’s porno, that was twenty eight minutes of my life I will not get back…twice.

Shipman laughs as the father looks disgusted.

Father Williams: Enough with the games though. You need to focus on this week.

Shipman: How can I focus? I got everyone’s panties twisted in a bunch after last week, I get to look forward to another date with Despayre possibly if he accepts, and on top of that, we get to go to Irvine, California. Actually I don’t know why that excites me.

FW: Well how about the fact you are in a title match against Ryan Keys.

Shipman: What is there to be excited about? Yes Roulette is my game but the wheel hasn’t been kind to me ever since I came back to the SCW. Look at last time. I swear Vince Russo came up with that match concept. Four men fighting a tightrope, you were eliminated if you were thrown off, makes no fucking sense.  Add to the fact that James Tuscini won the match just makes it that much more bitter of a pill.

FW: That may be the case but this time it is one on one. You don’t need to worry about what other superstars are doing in that ring.

Shipman: True enough Pa-dree.

The two men hail for a cab. Once in, they instruct to drive them to a hotel. After several moments the re-emerge from the hotel with their luggage and get the cab to take them to the airport. Shipman continues to converse with Father Williams in the back of the cab.

Shipman: What can I say about Ryan Keys though? The only other time I had him in that ring one on one was way back at Climax Control 150. Yes he got the win that night but he didn’t walk away with it. I was the one left standing and I will not allow him to hit me with another Master Keys.  He may think he is big and bad now that he has a championship and I have a lot more losses than I do wins but when the day is over it is all about statement making and I sure as hell make them.  Ryan will have buckets upon buckets of confidence going into this match and he will think he has my number, as I will him. The only difference is that roulette wheel benefits me more than anyone. Yes I got shitty luck last time but this time my luck will be so much better. How did the website put it… challenger’s advantage? If that doesn’t paint a beautiful Bob Ross picture for Ryan than I don’t know what will.

FW:  I wouldn’t count your chickens before they hatch.  This isn’t some rookie you are going in there against.

Shipman:  Oh Pa-dree, how you have so much to learn about what divine powers I truly have.  Ever since I first appeared on the wrestling scene I have been known for hardcore, ultra-violent, appalling matches. I have dueled with chainsaws inside a cage, dove of ladders into piles of barbed wire, hell I even tazered a dog. I even went as far as to crush my half-brothers hand with a sledgehammer. No matter the rules me and Ryan get at Climax Control, I have the advantage. Do you know why? It is because I am the only man that has the balls to go that one step further, to go that extra mile to secure a win. Whether it be hardcore, submission, cell, cage, dog kennel from hell, even a bra and panties match, I will win, and I will show this company and all of the fans what a true Roulette champion is. Yes I have been pinned many times since I returned and even tapped for the first time in my life. I will not stay down unless they reach into my chest and rip out my heart. Even than I will still spit in their face and flip them off with my last dying breathe.

FW: Are you asking for my opponents to save you?

Shipman: Save me? They are the ones that need saving. Everywhere you look there is sin and corruption. Lord help us, I saw a documentary on Netflix about children born while the mothers were in prison. Explained raising the baby behind bars and all that jazz, than explained how the mother and child had to live in a separate cell block because the other female inmates might try to kill the baby. I had to double check I wasn’t watching Animal Planet or something.

FW: What does that have to do with your opponents? Last time I checked you don’t fight bombshells.

Shipman: All depends what lines you read between.  My point is people like Ryan Keys are not pure. SCW should really consider that when they want someone representing the company. Though my past is tarnished with me fulfilling the deeds of the Greater Powers, I am the purest of the pure in their eyes therefore the perfect superstar to represent SCW. It isn’t about appeasing fans or sponsors, that is just greed, a cardinal sin. It is about appeasing the greater powers, and in their eyes I am the only one capable of casting the first stone.

The car slows down as it approaches the airport. Shipman and Father Williams look on as there is a small group of fans and local media trying to talk to wrestlers as they enter the airport. As Shipman and Father Williams leave the cab with their luggage, the crowd disperses with no one wanting to talk to them, leaving a clear path into the airport.

Shipman: As I was saying though. Read between the lines. Am I on the men’s roster or the bombshell?

FW: Obviously men’s.

Shipman: Do I wrestle men or women?

FW: Men.

Shipman: See that is the problem in today’s world. It is something that we all have to come to terms with is that you can no longer assume gender. Though Ryan Keys is registered male, I never seen him in a shower so I couldn’t tell you what kind of plumbing he has. Hell even in a newspaper from Canada today, I saw the sweetest looking 6 year old girl, or so I thought. Boy.  And looking at some of those bombshells like Twisted Sister or even Mercedes Vargas, you can never tell. Some transgenders are just so convincing looking. If that wasn’t the case than Thailand would lose their lady-boy business.

Shipman chuckles as Father Williams shakes his head in disgust.

Shipman: Ryan thinks he can out fight me in a no rules environment. He thinks he will walk out of Climax Control with that little belt on his shoulder? He will not. He will endure unimaginable pain. He will learn the meaning of suffer in silence when I beat his ass all over Irvine. They say a mother will always love her child. Unfortunately that will not be true when I am finished with Ryan. He will be so mutilated and disfigured that not even the greatest plastic surgeons will be able to save him.  His only hope in life is if Maury Povich does those freak episodes again. Ryan will be man with no face next to Shawn, boy with balls on chin. He will talk the talk. He will try and walk through my domain but I will be the victor, and I will be the next SCW Roulette champion, and if Despayre tries anything, well maybe I will have to find some way to hurt him even more. I hear Angel has a new girlfriend.

Father Williams looks over at Shipman uncomfortably.

FW: What are you thinking?

Shipman just laughs as he walks into airport security as the scene fades to black.

 WRESTLEQUEST 1 SHIPMAN’S A MAN OF 101 HOLDS

Jason Stevens vs. Chris Shipman
Tex: Jason Stevens and Chris Shipman are set to take on each other in a submission match! This should be an exciting clash between the two!

Duff: No doubt, Tex, this is gonna be a fight on overdrive! Neither were willing to give each other an inch all week and this is the day where they will either put up or shut up! Let’s go to Stormy for the introductions!

The camera pans over to Stormy Canyon, who smiles as the fans roar for the match ahead. She brings up the microphone to her lips and speaks.

Stormy: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is a Submissions match! Introducing first, from the Georgian Backwoods, weighing at 235 lbs - CHRIS SHIPMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!

Man That You Fear by Marilyn Manson blares over the speakers as the lights go out. Suddenly an eruption of pyro over the ramp creates a blast of light to see Shipman with a busted forehead and holding a barbed wire noose. The pyro dies as Shipman walks to the ring. He gets in, throws the noose to the floor and sits in the corner with an expressionless look as the music fades.

Duff: That face may remain expressionless for now, but wait until Jason comes into the ring!

Tex: Then it is a whole different story, but I highly doubt Jason fears the likes of Shipman, Duff, mad face or no mad face!

Stormy: Introducing his opponent, from Las Vegas, Neveda, weighing at 175 lbs, he is The Sensation.....JASON STEVENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The oppening riff for "Halo" is herd over the PA, as soon as it Rob Flynn starts the opening verse Jason emerges from the back with his agent Marty McFarge not far behind him who is yelling into his cell phone, Carry reluctantly follows her brother and his agent obviously annoyed at having to endure Marty for the length of the match,, the fans boo Jason but he ignores them and walks down the ramp, he slides into the ring as Carry and Marty take up separate positions at ringside and Jason stares down Shipman, who finally gets up and gets into his face, both men exchanging words.

Tex: Things are about to get intense and away we go!

Within seconds, the two exchange fists this time, only for Shipman to knee Jason in the stomach before sending him to the mat with a vicious powerbomb. He quickly goes for a boston-crab, but Jason escapes the hold by turning around and blasting Shipman to the face with a vicious kick! As Shipman staggers, Jason kips-up back to his feet and lands a dropkick, sending Shipman out of the ring and into the canvas outside. Jason wastes no time in hitting the opposite ropes while Shipman gets back up, shaking it off. But he turns around and becomes the victim of a fast body splash, the crowd gasping. Both men are down, but Jason slowly gets up first, then picks up Shipman by the back of his head. He then tries to smash his opponent’s head into the steel steps, but Shipman elbows him in the face, then follows it up with a clothsline. He throws Stevens into the ring and rolls after him. He gets him in another Boston Crab and Stevens is screaming in agony, the referee trying to see whether or not he’s quitting. But Stevens is not giving up! Despite the pain, he slowly crawls his way over to the ropes and lands his left hand on the bottom rope. The referee tells Shipman to get off, which he does, but begins to kick down Stevens in the back, Stevens groaning in pain. Picking up Stevens, he throws him into the ropes and when he returns, he tries to go for another clothsline. But Stevens retaliates with a flying clothsline, surprising Shipman completely. Shipman staggers into the ropes and Stevens takes the time to try and dismantle him with a few solid martial arts kicks before ending the combo with a jumping, spinning heel kick. Shipman staggers forward and hits the mat with a hard thud. Stevens quickly goes for the STF and Shipman is now the one crying out in pain! Shipman is attempting to crawl forward, but gets stopped every now and then, due to the immense pain and tightness that Stevens is giving with the STF. But Shipman somehow makes it to the bottom rope and finally lands his right hand on the middle rope, gritting his teeth in pain. Stevens lets go and gets some revenge of his own, by kicking Shipman for a bit, like a stranger kicking a dog around. He then picks up Shipman and slaps him on the chest a few times before throwing him to the ropes and tries for a flying elbow. But Shipman rolls out of the way in time, Jason hitting nothing but air. The two men face each other and land some more shots, but Shipman kicks Jason in the gut before doing a russian-leg sweep! With Jason down on the ground, Shipman grabs Stevens’s legs and attempts another boston crab. This time, the pain was so intense that eventually Jason had to tap to the mat, the referee calling for the bell!

Tex: I guess Shipman’s determination won out against Stevens for this match.

Duff: But by no means is this rivalry far from done, Tex!

Stormy: Here is your winner, by submission - CHRIS SHIPMAN!

Shipman rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp, then turns around and grins wickedly as Jason is on the mat, trying to recover the feeling in his legs as his sister gets into the ring and checks up on him. The scene fades away to a commercial.

Winner: Chris Shipman




FREEDOM BASH 2009  SHIPMAN’S HOUSE: UNSPEAKABLE VIOLENCE
Chris Shipman vs. Ryan Drac

The ringside bell goes off and we see the ring totally encapsulated in barbed wire. A steel cage hovers about 50 feet above the ring for now, also wrapped in barbed wire. Inside the ring are several weapons, such as baseball bats and steel chairs wrapped in barbed wire, amongst other things. Outside the ring, stands a ladder that’s laced with the same barbed wire as well. Stormy Canyon gets on the microphone from her ringside seat.

Stormy: The following contest is the Shipman’s House of Pain Match. The only way to win is to climb a ladder wrapped in barbed wire. The first man to stand on the top of the ladder will be declared the winner.

Man That you Fear by Marilyn Manson blares around the arena as Shipman walks towards the ring with the barbed wire noose around his neck and the cake and present in his hands.

Stormy Canyon: Making his way to the ring, from London now residing in the Georgian Backwoods.. CHRIIIISSSS SHHHHHIIIPPPMMMAAAANNN.

Shipman enters the barbed wire cell and grabs the microphone from Stormy.

Shipman: Hello Washington DC.

The crowd cheers.

Shipman: I'd figure since I'm in a gift giving mood tonight, I'd figure I'd give the AWA fans a gift. I am going to sing the national anthem of the greatest country in the world.

The fans cheer again as Shipman clears his throat. A classical theme plays in the background as fireworks explode from the ceiling and a gigantic Canadian flag falls from the rafters. The bottom of it just inches from the top of the cell.

Shipman:O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

The fans boo during the entire rendition as Shipman laughs when he finishes and bows as he hands the microphone back to Stormy

Stormy: And his opponent, making his AWA debut, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds…Ryaaaan Draaaaac!!!

“Obsession” by Papa Roach hits as the ramp can be seen being covered in a light mist of smoke as Ryan Drac can be seen walking out onto the top of the ramp. Making his way down the ramp towards the ring, the light mist begins to turn blood red. As he climbs onto the ring apron, accidentally grabbing a hold of the barbed wire, he enters the ring his music slowly begins to fade as the mist circles the ring. As he prepares to take on his opponent the mist starts to fade as well. Ryan looks down at his hands as they have already felt the barbed wire.

Tex: Well, here comes the barbed wire steel cage and there is no way out of this now for Ryan Drac.

Duff: At least he’s choosing to earn his stripes and not backing away like a coward!

As soon as the cage is completely lowered, the bell at ringside is rung.

Duff: And away we go!!!

Tex: Ladies and gentlemen, as always, do NOT try this at home!

Shipman licks his chops in his corner before coming out of the corner, immediately going for a spear to Ryan Drac. Ryan however sidesteps disaster. Shipman is able to stop himself before his front side hits the barbed wire. He turns back around and stares across the ring at Ryan, mouthing out the words “You’re mine!” Shipman goes for a clothesline, but Ryan ducks it. By the time Shipman turns back around this time, Ryan has connected with a kick to Shipman’s temple, knocking him to the mat. Ryan picks up one of the three barbed wire baseball bats that are littered in the cage. He goes to strike Shipman with it, but Shipman doesn’t seem to mind. This makes Ryan scratch his head before he shrugs his shoulder. But that momentary lapse gives Shipman enough time to duck for cover. He rolls underneath the baseball bat shot and picks up a steel chair, now grinning from ear to ear. Showing no remorse he WHACKS Ryan Drac right across the back with it. Ryan screams out and goes right to the canvas. Shipman again licks his chops as he goes to unlock the cage door. He successfully does so and goes to retrieve the ladder. As he does so, Ryan gets back to his feet and waits for Shipman to return.

Tex: Well, the ladder is already being introduced and this can’t be good for Ryan Drac.

Duff: At least he’ll be able to say that he tried!

Tex: I guess you can put it that way.

Shipman sees that his hands are starting to bleed thanks to the barbed wire attached to the ladder. He grins even wider now as he tosses the ladder through the bottom and middle rope. He then clambers back into the cage…and locks the door behind him!

Tex: Anyone sane enough would have ran when they had the chance right there!

Duff: But not Shipman! He LOVES this atmosphere!

Tex: He’s just a sicko!

Duff: Nope! He’s our PSYCHO! Get it right.

Ryan intercepts the ladder and realizes that he needs to protect himself. He holds it horizontal and runs right at Shipman with it, pancaking Shipman into the side of the cage! The crowd gasps as Shipman’s body has a massive amount of cuts on it. Ryan however backs up and lunges at Shipman still with the ladder for a second time and for a second time the barbed wire ladder crushes against Shipman’s torso again!

Duff: NOW who’s the sicko?

Ryan tosses the ladder aside now and balls up his fist. He goes to corner Shipman against the ropes. Unfortunately for the newcomer, Shipman is not yet out of it and strikes with a low blow! Shipman slowly gets back to his feet, teetering quite a bit as he does so. Blood can already be seen pouring from his abdomen.
After the low blow, he grabs for Ryan Drac’s head and brings him over to the ropes. He drives Ryan’s face right into the ropes, opening him up with Snake Eyes. Ryan dances around in pain now holding his face. Shipman meanwhile just shakes his head as he comes from behind and clotheslines Ryan down to the canvas. It’s here that Shipman delivers a mudhole stomping that leaves Ryan out of breath. Shipman now points to the top rope and yells out the words “You know you all want to see the London Calling!”

Tex: He’s calling for the end! Poor Ryan…

Duff: Oh please. You knew how this match was going to end. We all did.

But when Shipman goes to scoop up Ryan to bring him to the top rope, Ryan revives himself. He pushes Shipman away from him and goes to Irish whip him to the far corner. Shipman however blocks it and gets behind Ryan, flooring him back to the mat and locking on a half Boston Crab!!! Shipman wrenches it in as hard as he can. So much so that Ryan begins tapping out like mad.

Duff: Awww, too bad for Ryan that this match can’t end via submission!

Tex: No wonder why Chris loves this match so much…

Shipman just laughs maniacally as he finally lets Ryan’s leg go. Shipman sets up the ladder in one of the far corners of the ring before returning to Ryan Drac. This time Shipman’s able to scoop up the newcomer. He brings Ryan forcefully over to one of the turnbuckles. Shipman mounts the turnbuckle and gets Ryan up into jackhammer position.

Duff: He’s about to answer a call from London!!!

This time there is no way out and Shipman lets loose, connecting fully with the London Calling…unfortunately for Drac, Drac’s back lands right on a folded up barbed wire steel chair! Drac’s body bounces a few feet into the air as we can see a few chunks of what looks like to be flesh off of Drac’s body!

Tex: Oh good lord!!! We might not see Ryan Drac after tonight!!!

Duff: No loss…

Shipman looks down at his victim, again shaking his head. Shipman looks now to the ladder and simply climbs all the way to the top rung. The moment that he gets there Ryan begins to stir, but it is too late as Chris already has the match won. The bell rings and “Man That You Fear” begins to play.

Stormy: Here is your winner…Chriiiis Shipmaaaaaaan!!!

Chris stays atop the ladder as EMTs begin to rush down from the back to assist Ryan Drac. A couple beg for Shipman to come down too to receive medical attention, but he waves them off, instead celebrating his latest victory in the hell that he created.

Tex: Thank GOD that is over with.

Duff: Boooo… I wanted more.

The barbed wire steel cage has already risen up and the barbed wire is being cut away from the ring ropes as the scene fades to backstage where we spot the returning Black Bone…


winner: Chris Shipman

WRESTLEQUEST IV: A SHOT AT THE WORLD
Chris Shipman vs. Sergio vs. Michael Andrews vs. Fang

Stormy: The following contest is scheduled to be a Fatal Fourway Ladder Match!!! And it will be for the Universal Championship!!! The first contestant that is able to climb the ladder and grab hold of the championship wins and becomes the NEW Universal Champion!!!

Tex: I can’t wait to see what West has got planned for the newly crowned champion on the first Insomnia!!

Duff: I still can’t believe that it did happen!! Goth and West?? Working together??

Stormy: The first wrestler to come down the aisle stands in at 6’0 and weighing in at 213 pounds!! Hailing from Virginia Beach, Virginia!!! Michael Andrews!!

Not Again by Staind starts to play and the crowd explodes. The fans eagerly await Michael Andrews as a figure steps out from the backstage. There is a small kid dressed in his usual attire that steps into the middle of the stage and waves insanely to the crowd. The crowd dies down a little and seems confused. Words start to flash across the big screen. (When I came here, this is what I was. I am perceived as the star struck kid that looks to the sky and dreams of it all. With your all of your help and support...) Smoke fills the stage and you see the silhouette of the kid slowly change into that of a man. The music stops and then explodes into the opening cords of Awake and Alive by Skillet. (THIS IS WHAT I AM!) The smoke blows away as pyro hits and you see Michael Andrews emerge as the music hits the chorus. He is wearing his tan long coat, tan pants, dark brown boots and black sunglasses. He faces his back to the crowd as he walks backwards and there is a big dark brown superman symbol on the back of his long coat. The crowd goes insane and get to there feet. He faces back around and runs for the ring and slides under the ropes. He jumps to his feet and he holds his arms high yelling the words, “I did and so can you!” He moves from turnbuckle to turnbuckle holding his hands high and searching the crowd. As the music dies down he hands his coat and sunglasses over to the ref and starts to prepare for his match.

Stormy: His opponent!! Standing in at 6’0 and weighing in at 220 pounds!! Hailing from Long Pond, PA!!!! FANG!!!

The arena goes dark, the cross of the wolf appears on the Titantron. This is gonna hurt begins to blare over the P.A. system The Arena is bathed in red light and then a large flash of white pyros explodes. The arena is then bathed in intense white light the stage entrance is bathed in even more almost unbearable to look at white light. A sillouhette appears in the center of the entrance way. The lights return to normal and the Man in Black, Fang is standing there in his ring gear. Look looks out the the crowd with disdain on his face. He points to the ring and the charges at it full speed. He slides under the bottom rope and hops up to a standing position as more pyrotechnics go off around the ring. Fang hits his chest with his hands and raises his arms above his head. The crowd boos loudly. Fang just waits the match to begin.

Stormy: Their opponent!! Standing in at 6’5 and weighing in at 290 pounds!! Hailing from Long Beach, California!!! Sergio!!

“You’ve Got Another Thing Coming” begins to play through the sound system as orange lights illuminate the stage. During the opening guitar riff, Sergio makes his way to the stage. He pauses, looks around at the crowd, then Sergio slowly raises his arms until they’re even with his shoulders. He then make his way to the ring. Once he gets to the ring, the lights begin to alternate between orange and red. He climbs onto the apron, steps through the ropes, climbs onto the second turnbuckle, sticks his arms out again, then lowers them as he slaps his right hand on his chest. Sergio takes off his tank top and throws it out of the ring, then jumps down from the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.

Stormy: And their final opponent!! Standing in at 6’3 and weighing in at 235 pounds!! Hailing from the Georgian Backwoods!!! Chris Shipman!!!

The lights in the arena turn red as Raining Blood begins blaring. A red liquid begins falling from the ceiling at the entrance way. Soon Casey Anthony appears with a doll. She rips it in half and tosses it into the crowd as Shipman emerges from behind the curtain and stands in the rain as he stares at the crowd and the ring. They slowly walks to the ring with the expressionless looks. He enters and the lights go to normal to show Shipman covered in the red liquid staring into the crowd and doing a "Praise Me/Raven" pose as the music fades. He gives Casey a kiss before she exits the ring and stands outside with her massive arms across her chest.

Tex: Let’s get it on!!!

The bell rings as Fang charges in on Sergio, while Shipman and Andrews are trading blows. Shipman grabs the hair of Andrews as he ducked a clothesline and yanks him down to the canvas with authority. He then drops several elbows to the chest area of Andrews, before rolling out of the ring and grabbing Andrews by the legs and pulling him to the ring post.

Duff: That got to hurt!!!

Shipman wants to wrap the legs of Andrewws around the ring post and slam one of them into the ring post. He manages to do so one time, but the second time he gets surprised. Andrews manages to pull his legs to him, causing Shipman to hit the ring post hard with his face. We can see him stagger backwards while holding on to his face, we can see blood emerge from between his fingers. Clearly signalling something broke or busted open

Tex: That got to be his nose!!!

Andrews rolls out of the ring and dropkicks Shipman into the ringside security railing. Andrews then signals to the crowd as we see him charge into Shipman, he jumps over him and grabs his head and pulls his head back as he rolls through over the railway. This causes the neck to hit the railing hard as Andrews lands sitting down in the crowd of Madison Square Garden (same move that Mr. Perfect used to do in the ring, but then to the front instead from the back)

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!!!

Tex: I have never seen anyone do a move like that before!!

Andrews landed hard on the concrete, one of his legs landed on the folding chairs of the fans who jumped out of the way at the final moment. He tries to get to his feet and limps over towards the guardrail before getting back to the ringside area. Inside the ring we see Sergio getting the better of Fang, he blocks a few punches and delivers some mighty right hands of his own. Sergio then delivers a big time boot to the face of Fang, before setting him up for a slam and drives Fang spine first into the canvas. Sergio goes to the outside and is the first to grab a ladder, he slides it in the ring and is about to get in the ring when suddenly Fang delivers a baseball slide to the ladder. Causing it to hit Sergio in the chest as he walks up to the ring apron. This causes him to fall hard against the security railing. We can see Fang setting up the ladder in the middle of the ring as he wants to climb the ladder. Just as he is halfway the ladder, he gets grabbed by the feet by Andrews. He climbs the ladder with him and grabs him by the waist before executing a Backsuplex off the ladder. Causing both men to land hard on their backs.

Duff: HOLY SHIT!!! Did you see that???

Tex: Did I ever!!!

Andrews gets to his feet slowly, limping still from his bac landing. He grabs the ladder and tosses it over the body of Fang as he hobbles to the ropes. When he gets off the ropes he is about to execute an aerial assault on the ladder, but gets surprised by Shipman who delivers a big time clothesline. Shipman stands there, bloodied mess and all as his nose seems to be broken indeed. Blood is pouring from his nose as he grabs the ladder and lifts it up and jams it straight into the midsection of Fang. Who has gotten to his feet. Fang falls to the outside as we see Sergio climb the ring apron again. Shipman sees him, he throws him the ladder as Sergio catches it and Shipman goes for a spear. But Sergio sidesteps and drives the ladder into the back of Shipman as Shipman is being caught between the middle and top rope. Shipman drops to the outside as Sergio gets back in the ring. He sees Andrews on his hands and knees, trying to get back to his feet. Sergio blasts the ladder in his back before setting it up in the middle of the ring as he wants to get to the title
Tex: Will it be Sergio’s time?? NO!!!!
Sergio tries to get up the ladder when suddenly Fang grabs him in a Sleeper hold and then jumps on the back of Sergio and wraps his legs around the midsection of Sergio. Putting all of his pressure on his back and pulling the oxygen out of his body with the choke hold. Sergio somehow decides to climb the ladder with the 220 pound man on his back. They are half way when suddenly we see Shipman emerge from underneath the ring. He has grabbed a kendo stick and blasts it into the back of Fang. Who screams it out in agonizing pain before the balance being disturbed. He still holds on to Sergio in the choke hold, causing Sergio to lose balance as well. Both men fall backwards, causing Sergio to fall on top of Fang. Shipman stares around him, unaware that Andrews has slipped in the ring with a steel chair. Just as Shipman turns around he is caught by a big brain buster of a chair shot that sends him backwards on the ring. Andrews sees that the ladder has fallen to his side, his hip is bothering him as he limps over to it. He sets up the ladder in the corner as he climbs the ladder and sits on top of it.

Tex: What is he doing? He could have climbed the ladder to grab the belt!!

Duff: Don’t know Tex, I’m just as surprised!!

Andrews suddenly points at the sky and then sets himself up as he turns his back to his opponents and goes off for a Moonsault, he lands on top of Fang and Sergio as he is rolling around in agonizing pain as he landed ackwardly

Duff: What an idiot!! He could have won!! But no!!!!

Tex: I got to agree that it was a stupid move!!! And look at Shipman!!!

Shipman is slowly starting to move as he gets to his feet, he stares at the championship belt and spits some blood at the camera. He decides enough is enough and he sets up the ladder. The ladder is not stable anymore from the falling and landing as Shipman slides out of the ring and grabs a new ladder. He slides it in the ring and sets it up as he slowly starts to climb the ladder. All of the sudden we can see Fang that starts to stir, apparently he did not get the big blow from Andrews as Andrews ever wanted. He gets to his feet before climbing the ladder from the other side and the two finally get to the top where both men are trading blows. Meanwhile both Sergio and Andrews get to their feet slowly, Sergio is coughing blood indicating internal bleeding. Andrews is almost an cripple as he is unable to keep balance. Sergio charges in on Andrews and drops him hard with a Back Suplex. He then turns around and sees Fang headbutting Shipman. This causes him to fall backwards into the waiting arms of Sergio. Who then delivers a Spine Buster and completely wipes out the Reverend. Sergio looks up and charges in on the ladder, pushes it so it falls down as well as Fang. Sergio has had enough, he sets up the ladder and starts to climb it. The big massive frame is barely able to climb on it real fast as he is holding on to his stomach with one arm. He is taking a few deep breaths as Andrews is slowly getting to his feet. He gets to the ladder as well as they both climb it. We can see Shipman stir slowly

Tex: How Shipman is moving is beyond me

Duff: He’s sadistic!!!

Both Andrews and Sergio have reached the top of the ladder. Sergio grabs the belt, so does Andrews. Both men are trading blows with the other arm as suddenly Shipman starts to push the ladder. Suddenly the ladder falls as Sergio and Andrews both hold on to the championship belt as they are hanging high in the air.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!!

Andrews wraps his legs around Sergio, Sergio retaliates with giving headbutts. But they are still hanging on the championship belt as the cord that they are hanging on starts to be sweeping from left to right. We can see Fang slowly getting to his feet and starts to deliver a Fatal Shot on Shipman, who did not know that Fang was up to his feet again. Shipman is out cold as Fang sets up the ladder, he is in the corner as he is staring at the two men in the air. He only sees Sergio as Andrews is much smaller and on the other side. Fang climbs the ladder and jumps off towards Sergio. He jumps and manages to grab his legs.

Tex: This can’t go right!! Three men!!

The belt is hanging with two men holding on to it!! One man holding on to one of the two!!! I see accidents and injuries being sustained big time!!!Shipman gets to his feet and sees what is going on. He sets up the ladder and gets out of the ring to set up a table. He then puts the table in the ring and climbs the ladder. He then grabs Fang by the feet and punches him hard on the back. This causes Fang to let go off Sergio and Shipman then delivers a Back Suplex that sends Fang through the table. This causes Sergio to let go off the belt with one hand. Andrews starts to kick Serrgio and this causes the big man to finally let go and fall on top of Shipman as Andrews somehow manages to get his feet on the ladder for balance. Causing him to stop sweeping around with the belt. He gets his balance and then manages to get the belt from the sky and holds it tight against his chest as his music starts to play

Tex: HE did it!!! What a gruelling match!!!

Stormy: The winner of the match!!! And NEW!!! UNIVERSAL CHAMPION!!! MICHAEL ANDREWS!!!

Andrews is holding on to the belt as he is having tears running down his face. He slowly climbs the ladder as he celebrates with the fans as the show comes to an end
Winner: Michael Andrews

W.A.R (Wrestlers are Revolting) DARK DAYS AHEAD?
Shane West vs. Chris Shipman

The broadcast returns into the arena to see that for the second time tonight a cage surrounds the ring. The cameras turn to the announce table where Tex is already speaking to those watching around the world.

Tex: Well, we’ve come to it. It’s the main event, and just how we opened the night here in Greece, we are about to go through a House of Fun match. Though this one is MUCH different from the first one earlier tonight.

Duff: This one is Shipman’s sick and twisted invention. That being said…I do like it. But to stick our Universal Champion inside this Satanic structure? I don’t know how Goth is going to allow this match to happen!

Tex: For once it’s not Goth’s choice to make. The wrestlers themselves were responsible for ALL the stipulations that we’ve seen here tonight. They’ve made their own beds so to speak, and I’ve loved this concept. It really levels out the playing field.

Duff: That’s a load of crap Tex and you know it! This is Shipman’s environment!

As Duff says this, The opening piano to “Sweet Dreams” by Malaria begins to play all over the arena as the lights turn to a cloudy red. Once the song kicks in Shipman appears from behind the curtain as the stage has bright red strobe lights going off. He walks to the ring with Synn who has also come out from the backstage area, following close behind. Once they get to the ringside area, Chris holds the barbed wire noose above his head before launching it high into the air, high enough for it to land on top of the barbed wire hell in a cell cage. Shipman taunts the crowd a bit as the lights go back to normal. Synn holds a spot at the far side of the cage, admiring the sadistic structure as the door to the cage is opened by a referee. Shipman slides into the ring and admires his surroundings before hungrily looking toward the stage, awaiting his opponent as his music dies out.

Tex: We wait now for the champion. Once Shane is loaded in that door will be locked and one last roll of barbed wire will be applied to the door.

Duff: Too bad for Shipman that West won’t succumb to this. He’s walking in the Universal Champion and he’ll be walking out as it as well!

The lights go out, and a strobe starts flashing, as the words "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, AND ITS TIME FOR A CHANGE" hit the loudspeakers. Shane West steps from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the rampway, he pats his chest a few times and flashing his arrogant smirk to the crowd who begin jeering. He laughs at their reaction, and just shakes his head in a condescending manner, blowing off the people he once embraced. Shipman doesn’t take his eyes off Shane. Shane stands at the top of the rampway as pyrotechnics go off, red in color. He talks smack with a few fans on the way to the ring, visibly without the AWA Universal Championship. A camera pans up to the ceiling of the hell in a cell cage wrapped in barbed wire and spots the Universal Championship belt hanging from the center of it. Dangling from off the roof of the cage also is a rope ladder that also has barbed wire wrapped around it and on the sides of the cage, weapons that will be legal for the duration of the match. Shane doesn’t look at Shipman or the structure but stares intently to where the belt is at as he finishes his journey to the ringside area. Shane rolls in through the open door and the door is locked immediately and the last roll of barbed wire is attached to the cage door. The two referees stay outside the cage, each positioning themselves on opposite sides of the cage to watch the proceedings. Shipman licks his chops as he looks over at Shane. Shane stays calm, but both of their attentions are diverted as Stormy Canyon makes formal introductions.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen…this is YOUR main event of the evening! Whoever is first able to climb the barbed wire rope ladder that dangles from the cage’s roof and unhook the Universal Title belt from the roof of the cage will be the AWA Universal Champion!

The crowd cheers briefly before Stormy introduces the two wrestlers that are already in the battleground.

Stormy: Introducing first, the challenger, originally from West London, weighing in at 235 pounds…Chriiiis Shipmaaaaaan!!! And his opponent, he is currently the AWA Universal Champion…weighing in at 220 pounds…Shaaaane West!!!

The crowd lays the boos on thick for the member of the Family. With the opening business now finished, Shipman doesn’t wait any longer as he throws himself in Shane’s direction, throwing Shane for a loop. Shane quickly gathers himself and goes to deliver a haymaker to the jaw of Shipman. Shipman sidesteps the attempt and bends at the knees before scooping up Shane and delivering a fast scoop slam, putting him on the canvas. Shipman smirks now as he partially stands up and points to one of the sides of the cage.

Duff: This maniac is thinking of doing things to Shane already? How disrespectful!

Tex: I’m not saying I’m a Shipman fan here Duff, but the Family has never done respectful things either. I dare you to name one…

Duff: That doesn’t matter. You actually condone this?

Tex doesn’t answer as Shipman gets up to his feet and chooses to whip Shane into one of the sides of the cage. Shane however has recovered enough though and is able to hold his ground. Shane reverses and goes to whip Shipman into the side of the cage. Shipman does get Irish whipped but is able to slow up his momentum enough to avoid contact with the cage and thus the barbed wire…for now. Shipman turns towards West to see that West has set up for a spinning heel kick. Shipman ducks and West gets nothing but the air. After the miss, Shipman plows right into West and mounts him, beginning to whale away on the champion.
After a short while he dismounts, but doesn’t allow West the time to recuperate. He brings West halfway up to his feet and then throws him head first into the cage. West feels the coldness of the steel and then via his facial expression we can tell that he’s caught some of the barbed wire. As West stumbles away from that side of the cage his left arm begins to bleed.

Tex: The first casualty in this match…Shane’s left arm!

Duff: Again, I can’t believe you’re enjoying this. This isn’t what wrestling is all about. This is just Shipman’s sick and perverted fantasy!

Tex: Perverted? Really Duff?

Duff: YES! You heard what I said!

Shane shakes his arm out but again Shipman shows no remorse. He again heads towards West and spears him into one of the perpendicular cage walls. Shane groans out in pain and Shipman backs up with his arms raised, licking his chops even more. Shipman sees that West is injured now and his eyes light up. He turns behind him and yanks down a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat as the hardcore fans in the crowd begin to cheer loudly. Even though the barbed wire begins to slice its way into Shipman’s hands, he doesn’t seem to mind seeing his own blood as he runs at West and blasts him in the back of the head with the baseball bat. West goes face first into the steel of the cage. After he falls backwards and down to the mat, he writhes in agony and rolls over and over as Shipman looks up to the AWA Universal Championship belt. He goes right to the barbed wire rope ladder and leaps up. He sways in mid-air from the bottom rung, unable to sturdy himself right away. This gives West the time to recover and slowly work his way to his feet.

Tex: West has taken ALL of the punishment so far in this main event here tonight.

Duff: Come on Shane, make this hardcore fiend pay!

Shipman looks to see that West is up so he hops down from the rope ladder, with his hands immersed in his own blood thanks to the barbed wire. Shipman goes to clothesline West, but this time West is the one that’s able to duck. Shipman turns back around but it’s now that West seems to be a little rejuvenated. West takes to the air and goes for a spinning heel kick, which actually catches the challenger right on the jaw. Shipman stumbles backwards towards a cage wall. He tries to stop his backwards momentum but can’t and the back of his head is forced right into a barbed wire wrapped steel chair. Shipman begins to immediately attempt to get away from it, but West is smart enough to come right over and use the extra barbed wire hanging from the steel chair. He begins to strangle Shipman with the barbed wire as the crowd boos. West no longer pays attention to his own bleeding hands, but instead concentrates on incapacitating Shipman.
Shipman however keeps struggling until he’s finally able to low blow West with his knee, forcing West backwards. Shipman untangles himself than frees the steel chair from the side of the cage. He begins whacking away on West with it relentlessly. West eventually goes to the canvas to try and cover up, but Shipman has none of it. He places the barbed wire wrapped steel chair right across the back of West and then begins to stomp a mudhole into Shane’s back. Shane can feel the barbed wire and is again wincing like crazy. Shipman finally does stop and sees that West will definitely have a hard time getting up now, so he goes back for the rope ladder. Shipman again leaps up to the bottom rung then slowly and systematically begins to go up the rungs. West rolls over completely in pain, looking up at the lights. Out of the corner of his eye it’s clear that he can see Shipman going for the belt.

Duff: Wait! Shane’s getting up!

Tex: Somehow, someway…

Duff: It’s because he’s the rightful AWA Universal Champion! It’s sad that you can’t even see that Tex!

Tex: Hey, if West retains here tonight, I’ll give the Family Devil his due. He will have definitely earned it.

Duff: Which he will! Here he comes for the rope ladder!

West indeed hops onto the opposite side of the rope ladder and ignoring the jaggedness of the barbed wire penetrating his skin, West goes as quick as he can up the rope ladder and is able to catch up with Shipman. The two begin to trade punches, making sure that they hold onto the rope ladder with one hand. The two stalemate at this, that is until Shane goes for an eye gouge. This causes Shipman to lose his balance on the rope ladder. Shipman however does reach back with his punching arm and grabs West by his other arm. The two fall right straight down to the canvas, both very bloody now as the hardcore fans again are up at arms cheering themselves hoarse.

Tex: Good grief! They both have to be dead!

Duff: They’re not dead. Although I wish Shipman was…

Both men lay down on the canvas for quite some time, the referees unable to do anything on the outside of the structure except for watch. Finally though Shipman does begin to rise. He’s the first to his feet with ease and he looks over to Shane. He plucks West off the canvas and drags him over to a corner. He mounts him onto the top of the turnbuckle before pushing his back again into the steel and barbed wire. Shipman then climbs to the top and begins to set West up for a familiar maneuver. Shipman raises one of his arms and grins sadistically before he goes to deliver the London Calling. In mid-air though West is able to grab onto Shipman’s head. By the time the two are ready to crash to the mat, West has the momentum and is able to spike Shipman’s head with the Prime Example!

Duff: WOW! What a reversal!!! That’s why Shane West is the best! That’s why Shane West is our champion!

Tex: Wow…

West feels the effects too of the crash on the canvas but begins to slowly get up. For the first time in the match West is smiling as he looks down at the fallen challenger. West raises his arms for the Greek crowd as they boo like crazy. West ignores them however and heads for the rope ladder. He hops up to the bottom rung and like before begins to shimmy up the barbed wire wrapped rope ladder, all the while getting closer and closer to retaining his championship. As West nears the top, somehow down below Shipman is beginning to stir. He pulls himself to his feet by usage of the nearest set of ropes and then sees the situation. With haste Shipman hops up onto the bottom rung of the rope ladder, shaking it and stopping West from climbing. As soon as the shaking stops however West gets up two more rungs leaving him three rungs from the top. Shipman does his best to catch up but soon West is right at the top. West looks back down at Shipman and now is the one to lick HIS chops. West actually goes DOWN a rung on the ladder and then with his left leg, he punts Shipman right in the cranium. Shipman does his best to maintain his position on the ladder as West goes back again for the championship. Shipman shakes out the cobwebs and comes after him, but by the time Shipman gets towards the top, West begins unhooking the championship belt from the ceiling of the cage. Shipman gets up another rung, but it’s too late as West unhooks it and then welcomingly plunges down to the mat below. As his back crashes against it, West hugs the AWA Universal Championship closely as the bell sounds. Shipman remains up on the rope ladder, not able to believe what just happened.

Duff: YES! YES, YES, YES!!!!!!!

Stormy: Here is your winner and STILL AWA Universal Champion…..Shaaane West!

The Athens crowd is fully booing as Shipman now begins to somberly climb back down the rope ladder. As Shane sees this he doesn’t stick around. He goes to the door of the cage and asks for a referee to open the door, which he does. Shane rolls out and heads right up the wrestler ramp. He only stops once he gets to the stage. He stares down at Shipman as he holds the AWA Universal Championship high above his head. Shipman seethes now, knowing that he might not get another chance at the big prize, at least for quite a while.
The cameras refocus on the bloody, battered and bruised champion as Wrestlers Are Revolting begins to slowly fade to black on the current scene…
Winner: Shane West<>


   

FULL THROTTLE 4: THE NIGHT THE LINE WAS CROSSED



Raining Blood by Slayer begins blaring over the speakers as an impromptu visit form Shipman is about to happen. HE emerges with a thining Iris on the barbed wire leash and carrying the urn. He is dressed in black boots, jeans, and a shipman shirt. As he gets closer to the ring some PETA members in the crowd throw pails of "blood" on him. He just laughs as security escorts them out of the building. Shipman proceeds to get in the ring and has a huge smile as he grabs the microphone from Stormy.

Shipman: Hello ladies and gentlemen. Let me get straight to the point here. For a bit now I have been saying that I have a huge surprise in store for tonight, one that will affect not just Bill but the entire AWA. No I am not retiring. See the last little bit I have been searching for someone. And I found that someone. Probably the only person in this whole world that could love a man like me. Yes I have a new girlfriend and last week she got her manager's license. But who could she be? Sapphira? Lupe? Toxic Angel? No this person hasn't been in the AWA but is someone you all know. So without further delay, let me introduce my grilfriend and manager.......CASEY ANTHONY.

Girls Just Want to Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper begins blaring as an obvious Casey imposter walks out from behind the curtain carryign a doll. She is a lil more beefed up then the original. As she gets half way down the ramp, she rips the doll's head off and throws the pieces into the crowd. She gets to the ring and kisses Shipman similiar to and Edge/Lita kiss. She smiles at her man as he begins to talk to the fans who are in shock.

Shipman: Together me and my baby here will take over the AWA and there is no one who can stop us.

Casey whispers something in Shipman's ear and he smiles.

Shipman: That is a good idea. Before we go, I have a quick message for Bill and Lupe.

Shipman slams the microphone down and grabs the urn. He opens it and dumps out a small pile of ashes near the middle of the ring. He removes his t-shirt revealing a wife-beater. He then climbs to the top rope and splashes the pile of ashes. When he gets up his shirt and the canvas have smear stains form the ashes as Shipman and Casey laugh. Raining Blood begins blaring as Shipman and Casey kiss again and leave to the backstage area.



Bill Barnhart vs. Chirs Shipman

Stormy: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is our special Cement Truck Match!!!

The audience goes nuts as we see a cement truck on the parking lot, next to it we see a container completely filled with Cement and high above it we see a Scaffold containing Iris and the Urn of Bill Barnhart JR.

Stormy: The first wrestler to come down the aisle stands in at 6’0 and weighs in at 240 pounds!! He is accompanied to the ring by Lupe!!! Bill Barnhart!!!

TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS by Bachman-Turner Overdrive hits the speakers. The TRON crackles to life and we see a collage of video clips of Bill Barnhart performing in wrestling matches. We see Bulldog Bill Barnhart step through the curtains followed by wearing a hot pink short dress and top. Bill walks confidently along the entrance walkway and under the TRON. As he walks under the TRON, pink and white pyros erupt around him on both sides of the entrance walkway and also from the TRON above which cascade sparks down around him and Iris. The crowd goes into a mostly negative reaction to the arrival of Bill Barnhart. After a few moments he takes off with a quick pace to the ring with Lupe casually walking to the ring. When Bill arrives at the ring he steps through the ropes into the ring. Bill then opens up the ropes for Lupe as she gets in. He then walks around the ring to acknowledge all the people in the crowd and he maintains his huge smile all the time although the crowd is booing him for his bad turn. Bill then takes up residence in a corner to await the arrival of his opponent.

Tex: The smile will soon vaporize when Shipman shows his face

Duff: He’s a fun guy to be around with.

Tex: Are you serious???

Stormy: And his opponent!! Standing in at 6’3 and weighing in at 235 pounds!! Hailing from Georgian Backwoods!!! The King of Violence!! Reverend Chris Shipman!!!!


The lights in the arena turn red as Raining Blood begins blaring. A red liquid begins falling from the ceiling at the entrance way. Soon Shipman emerges from behind the curtain and stands in the rain as he stares at the crowd and the ring. He slowly walks to the ring with the expressionless look. He enters and the lights go to normal to show Shipman covered in the red liquid staring into the crowd and doing a "Praise Me/Raven" pose as the music fades.

Tex: Where’s his friend?

Duff: Don’t tell me you got the hots for her? I always knew you were into the muscular women

Tex: Why don’t you be quiet??

Duff: Can’t do sir, got a job to do

Bill charges in on Shipman, attacking him with rage and anger. Pounding away on the back of his neck and back before whipping him face first into the canvas and starts to rub his face into it. Bill then starts to kick him in the back before going for an elbow drop and driving it down the lower part of Shipman’s spine. He then grabs Shipman’s face and drives his knee into the spine, pulling back on his face,p>Tex: I haven’t seen Bill this vicious and angry in ages!!!

Duff: It’s the nature of the Bulldog, he’s just a rabid dog.

Tex: Useless information once again

Bulldog starts to scream at Shipman to give up, but the referee tells him that the way to win is to climb the scaffold and retrieve that what is important. Bill then drops Shipman face first onto the canvas and then stands on top of his face with all of his weight, jumping upwards and wanting to drop his knee on top of the neck of Shipman, but Shipman manages to roll away. Causing Bill to hit his knee hard on the canvas, rolling around in pain as Lupe holds her hands before her face in shock. Shipman immediately takes advantage and grabs the bad wheel, lifting the leg in the air and drives series of elbows to the thigh area of Bill before locking him in a leg grapevine of some sorts.

Duff: Great tactic of Shipman, you can’t climb a ladder with a bad wheel!!!

Tex: At least it will take you a longer time and what about balancing yourself on that scaffold?

Shipman stands up and kicks the bad knee several times before dragging Bill to the corner and locks his leg around the steel ring post and locks him in a figure four leg lock type move. Bill is screaming in agonizing pain, trying to grab the ropes in the hopes that the referee will break it. But seeing that it is a hardcore match the referee can’t do a single thing but just watch. Lupe turns around to the corner that it is happening and starts to plead with Shipman, who only spits at her. Causing the wife of Barnhart to go nuts, she takes off her left shoe with high heels and then starts to stab his face with it. She then stabs Shipman in the chest, causing blood to emerge from his face and chest. This causes Shipman to let go off the hold and turns his attention towards Lupe

Tex: Uh oh….

Duff: She asked for it!!! She should just have minded her own business, but NO!!! typical women!!!

Shipman chases Lupe around the ring, giving Bill the chance to free himself from the corner and awaits Shipman. When Lupe suddenly trips and Shipman stands above her it gives Bill the chance to grab him by the head and delivers a Bulldog Headlock on the concrete floor. This to much happiness of the fans as Bill slowly gets up with a painful look on his face, clearly because of his bad leg. He then grabs Shipman and starts to punch his face several times, causing his face to bleed even more. Bill wipes some of the blood of Shipman off on his chest, before dragging him to the entrance way. Bill suddenly stops as he sees the big screen with Shipman’s face on it. He then turns to stare at his opponent and then lifts him up and hoists him on his shoulder. Clearly wanting to drive Shipman’s face into the big screen. But when he does it is Shipman that manages to slip the hold and grabs the waist of Bill and charges forward. Causing both men to run into the huge Titan Tron. We can see electricity explode as both men are seemingly motionless as the explosion has subsided. The crowd is going into a Holy Shit chant when suddenly we see Shipman stir a bit and we see his bloodied face smile as he stares at his opponent, his chest has some minor burn marks from the explosion. But the insane one ignores it as he starts to stumble and crawl towards the back of the arena, heading to the parking lot where the price of both men is awaiting their arrival

Duff: WOW THAT WAS SICK!! Even for Shipman’s standards, that was just….

Duff can’t finish his sentence as he turns and vomits into the front row of fans. A lady gets mad as her husband grabs Duff and warns him. We can see Lupe help her man to his feet and helps him go after Shipman as he can lean on her for support. The camera’s go backstage where we see Shipman stumble forward a corner and seems to be talking to someone. Then we see Bill emerge after a few moments and the sight of Shipman somehow manages to infuriate Bill as he charges in on Shipman. Somehow he has found a surge of strength and bashes the head into the concrete wall where he stood and was talking to someone. Bill then grabs Shipman and sets him up for a Suplex on the concrete floor, just when he lifts him up in the air he waits a few moments and then drops Shipman on his back. Causing Shipman to scream in agonizing pain. Bill gets up and then grabs Shipman, lifting him to his feet and aims him to send him face first into the glass window of one of the cars that is present. He slams him face first into the car window and the leaves him hanging. He has his eyes set for the ladder and climbs towards the scaffold. When suddenly….

Tex: What the?

Suddenly the imposter Casey Anthony attacks Bill from behind. Grabbing him by the arms and delivers a Razor’s Edge type move. Dropping Bill hard on the concrete as we see hif head bounce off the ground. Bill is holding on to his head as we see blood pouring from his skull as the monster girlfriend stands on top of him. We see Shipman grab Barnhart and lock him in a pinning combination as the referee slaps his hand on the concrete for the count of three and calls for the bell

Stormy: The winner of this match!!! Chris Shipman!!!!

The Cement Truck match is over and Chris Shipman has pulled off a victory but he surely received more damage to his body in the process. Shipman and Barnhart climb up the ladder and they are on the platform which is above the location where both Iris and the Urn containing the ashes of Bill Barnhart Junior are located. Shipman and Barnhart face each other and since both of them have a mic with them and we listen to their conversation.

TEX: What decision do you think Chris Shipman will make here?

DUFF: He has several choices for sure. He can save Iris and let Bill Barnhart Junior's ashes go into eternity. He can save the Urn and allow Iris to die in the pool covered with cement. He can be a real jerk and cause both Iris and the Urn to drop into the pool and be buried in cement but I don't think he would do that. I would have to lean toward Shipman keeping both Iris and the Urn safe in his possession for the sole purpose of dragging out the abuse and torture he has been inflicting upon Bill Barnhart lately.

CHRIS SHIPMAN: What will it be Billy Boy? What decision would you like me to make since I have the decision on the fate of Iris or your son's ashes?

Bill glances down at Lupe at ringside and then he looks at Shipman and relates his decision.

BILL BARNHART: You won the match fairly and you earned the right to make that decision without input from me. However if it were my choice I would make the decision to save Iris since she is a living creature. Bill Barnhart Junior was never born alive and he has already been reduced to ashes. Although I wouldn't want either to go into eternity, especially the ashes of Bill Junior, if that is the decision then at least it will provide closure for us and it will not harm a living creature such as Iris.

CHRIS SHIPMAN: If I were in your position and had to make that choice between my dog which is living, and my son's ashes, which are already deceased, I would also make that decision. If I were truly the most evil person on the planet I would also decide to let both Iris and the Urn drop into the pool and allow both to be covered for eternity with cement. But, Billy Boy, I have something a bit more amusing for you. I am going to allow both Iris and your son's Urn, to remain in my possession. Neither will be dropped into the pool to be covered with cement for eternity. This allows me to continue to tease and test and torture you for a longer period of time. Honestly Bill I am having way more fun stringing you along than to allow you to put an end to our feud.

Barnhart has to accept Shipman's decision. He turns and walks across the platform and then he glides down the ladder to the arena floor. When Bill reaches the floor he hugs his wife Lupe. The two watch Shipman on the platform pull Iris and the Urn up to him and hold them in his arms. Bill and Lupe just turn away and walk up the ramp to return to the backstage area so that Bill can pack up and get ready for the next event.
Winner: Chris Shipman

CLIMAX CONTROL 96: A SINFUL DEBUT

Jasmine St. John steps through the ropes, entering the ring, as she is ready to officiate this upcoming contest.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights in the arena dies down as the crowd in the arena screams in anticipation. "Brave Hearts" by No Bragging Rights suddenly explodes through the PA system in sync to the pulsation of gold lights. We then suddenly see the entrance way being engulf with smoke. Amidst the smoke, we see a figure as the song blasts throughout the airwaves. After several seconds while the smoke starts to clear, the figure materializes and is revealed to be Ryan Kidd. He roars and pumps up the crowd.

Justin: Making his way to the ring… Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and TWELVE POUNDS… From Los Angeles, California… Pro Wrestling's Evil Knievel… RYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN… KIDD!!

As the gold lights pulsation continues, he then strolls down to the ramp and slaps some hands of the fans ringside. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around the whole arena and raises his arm. He then continues walking making his way around the ring slapping some hands of the fans. He then stops in front of a steel steps when a figure charges down the aisle and slams into him from behind!

Adams: It's Shipman!
Ryan's scheduled opponent sends him crashing into the steel steps, then grabs him by the hair and arm and sends him careening against the guard rail!

Simone: He's not even waiting for his own introductions!

Shipman is all over Ryan who is too surprised to defend himself! Shipman slams fist after fist down into Kidd's skull, taking him to one knee! Shipman then grabs two handfuls of his hair and brings a knee into the side of his head, laying him out on the floor! The crowd boos as Shipman turns around to face them with a maniacal grin on his face!

Adams: That man freaks me out!

Simone: I have a feeling before the night is through, Christian is going to regret signing that lunatic!

Shipman turns and grabs Ryan as

 The scene opens to a shot of Shipman setup inside a studio. It is a plain set with just black curtains and the SCW logo hanging behind Shipman, who is sitting on a chair with his head bowed and hair dangling towards his feet. It is silent except for a low laughing sound coming from Shipman. He flicks his head up and stares at the camera. He slides his hand over his head to push the remaining strands of hair back. He has a sadistic smile on his face as he begins talking in a slow, ominous tone.

Shipman: Did you miss me? It has been far too long since I got to sit here and talk to each and everyone of you. Almost gives me a ticklish feeling in the cockles of my heart. Or it could be gas, I did a bunch of greasy takeout. Did make me miss my European tours when you could get beer at McDonald's and Burger King. Now I know everyone is wondering a few things, like where have I been, where is my pastor, and what in the hell did I do to deserve an Internet Title match? Well to answer in sequence of order, doesn't matter, doesn't matter, and if you need to question what I did to deserve this match than clearly you do not watch great SCW programming brought to you everyday by the powers of the internet. In two weeks at Inception, I get to do what every step-parent in America wants to do and that is to beat the living piss out of their stepchild.

Shipman continues his cold gaze into the camera and seems to get sterner in his demeanor.

Shipman: There are only two things stepchildren are good for beating and fucking. I will only indulge in the beating this time. If I want the fucking I will just watch mom and stepdaughter on pornhub. What is even better than beating that furry loving son of a bitch Despayre is that one the police will not get involved unless I go too far, and I will be the next internet champion of the SCW. As champion I will be a dominant champion. I will go on to relive my legacy as the most iconic ultra-violent wrestler to ever step through any ropes. TNA may be living on past glories by making me tap but that was just a mere blemish. I may have been off my game since coming into SCW but I will make believers out of the doubters at Inception.

Shipman bows his head causing his hair to fall back before looking at the camera and adjusting his hair.

Shipman: Apologies, I am getting off track. Hmph, apologies. What are they but meaningless words put together to make people feel better about themselves. They don't truly mean shit. If Hitler were to ever apologize to the Jews, if Bin Laden were too apologize to America, if my mother were to ever apologize for letting me pollute her womb would it change a god damn thing? NO! And I have never apologized for my actions. I remember being a child and saying sorry and not meaning it, it never took my mother long to catch on. She used to take a piece of paper, rip it in half and tell me to apologize to it. Just to prove it was meaningless and useless. What I did to Synn was like ripping that piece of paper. Nothing will fix the damage I done, but did it ever feel good doing it. I would have continued on by ripping the head of that teddy bear and sticking my dick deep down into it's torso using it as my own furry pocket pussy but I never got the chance. Yet again, no apologies.

The list could go on of people who would demand an apology from me but they will be outlasting the sphinx awaiting for it to happen. Bill Barnhart, Goth,James Tuscini, Toxic Angel, every member of the Sins, Rage. I could go on and on with my eight years of wrongs but kicking ass is far more fun than talking.

Shipman stands up and walks slowly behind the chair. He gets a tight grasp on the back of the chair as the camera zooms in on his face.

Shipman: For eight years, I looked for a worthy challenge. I have gone from federation to federation. None of proven to be as formidable of a test as the SCW. However, it is a test I will ace especially at Inception. Despayre look real close into this face, the face of your former step-mother, Jesus what a stupid moniker that is, Despayre, look deep into these eyes. I know your veins are just full of anger, the fire is burning inside of you. And it will all mean shit when we step foot into that ring. If anything it will be your downfall. It will cloud your mind, disrupt your judgement. You will be nothing more than putty in my hands. I know Synn and Angel's banishment will not faze you and I know I still have to keep my eyes open as you have more friends in this business than Hefner has bunnies. And with that fact in mind I will take great pride in holding your bloodied limp carcass next to me, shoving your lost belt in your face and parade your corpse in front of your friends and family as the Huns used to carry their foes heads on a stake for all to see. Despayre, you made this personal. You just couldn't let me leave your dad, leave the Sins in peace. I will end it though at Inception. I will not back down, I will not fall, I will make an ass of you and beat you into every corner of that ring. Nothing more dangerous than a cornered animal? Just gives me a reason to put that animal down.

Shipman in an instant picks up the chair and throws it smashing the camera. The screen is black but there is still audio.

Shipman: Despayre, you want me. You will get me. You will have me in such a way, you will realize what kind of monster you lived with. You will see that the stories of my past are not folklore, you will experience them first hand as I squeeze every bit of life out of you that I can find. I will break bones, I will listen to you whimper and cry. I will take pleasure in listening to you scream for Angel and seeing the fear on your face when no one comes to help you. You will feel that grasp of your internet championship slip. Feel it almost float away like a dove taking flight. But this dove is nothing more than a vulture coming to feast on destruction after I raise that belt high above my head. You wanted Shipman you got Shipman. The original psycho, the hardcore icon, the man who will never stop or be stopped.

The scene goes silent as we presume the feed ends.

 The scene opens to Shipman lounging in his hotel room bed. He is topless revealing his road map of scars, and wearing ripped jeans. He is looking at something on his cell phone and laughing occasionally to himself. Father Williams is off to the side of the room watching some news report on the aftermath of the US Elections. He seems quite troubled.

Shipman: You got to try this Twitter thing out, it's hilarious. Rage is here shooting off and now I feel like a keyboard warrior.

FW: Speaking of warriors, this was some election.

Shipman: Media circus is all it is. Wait until 2020 when it comes down to Trump versus Kanye. Battle of the porn-star wives.

Shipman laughs at his little crack.

FW: In all seriousness though, you got a tough match coming up at High Stakes.

Shipman: Rage? Tough? Yes. Toughest yet? Probably. Concerned? Not really. I don't have a problem with the guy. That was all him. He is the one that asked for this match I don't understand why. I had a domestic dispute, I solved my problem. He turned his back an his family just to ride the coattails of one of the greatest champions in SCW history. In fact the only problem I had with the man was how he called himself the sin of wrath when I was already the sin of wrath, but I guess that is not important now as we are both no longer Sins.

FW: You do know he was already on SCWrestling.net explaining his actions and trying to crap on you.

Shipman: Well thanks for advising me.

Shipman brings his phone back to his face and types in something. Rage's voice can be heard emanating from the phone. After Shipman watches Rage's promo he sighs as he lays the phone down.

Shipman: So apparently I was the Trump of the Sins. They supposedly all hated me. I mean I can't blame them after all I was one of the original four with Gabrielle, Synn, and Despayre. And Rage s right, I have been having problems since coming to SCW about getting the job done when needed. But what about that potty mouth on him. I think he needs his mommy to go wash that out with soap. Or those claims I am going to be on a stretcher when he is done. I don't know about you padre, but that line is starting to sound like a broken record. Everyone says they are going to lay me out, break me, and yet I still come back when duty calls. Most of what he said is so typical of what my opponents say each and every week. This is the new "insert name here" and that's not good for Shipman, oh wait Shitman is more common phrase. Well I will give Rage kudos in the fact that even with all that profanity he never once called me Shitman.

Back to the new thing though, hell I used that exact line just a few weeks ago. How is this monster of SCW supposed to be so intimidating when he keeps copying everyone's lines. Meh.

FW: You can't deny the fact he was a great champion.

Shipman: Well as true as that is, he said it himself, this is the new Rage, therefore his past doesn't matter. That's how it works right? I think that is what the kool aid I drank while watching the elections taught me.

As curious as I am though about how new Rage is, I still got to wonder what is his motivation to request this match. I mean seriously. He turned his back on the Sins, but I am the bad guy because I put Synn through a table. I still like Gabriel, I never had problems with Fantasia, Kitty, Boswell or even Rage. I just had beef with Synn and Despayre. I exercised my hatred. But it is Rage that takes offense. It makes as much sense as a grilled salad. Maybe I am jealous of the treatment Despayre got, I don't know. But like I said, for Rage to take offence and defend Synn after turning his back on him, it just doesn't add up.

FW: There has to be more to this story than you or I know.

Shipman: Maybe so, maybe if I cared I would dig deeper but the fact of the matter is at High Stakes, I will go in that ring and I will silence the critics. I will silence Rage, and if Despayre wants to show up and attack me for what I did to Synn than so be it, I will have to play ball there too. All in all should be an exciting trip to Los Angeles.

FW: I can't help but feel like you may be a bit overconfident going into this.

Shipman: I am not overconfident. I know full well I will not be walking out unscathed. However I can't help but feel like I have the upper hand because Rage is clearly not focused. His mind is clouded in just that, rage. Well California did vote to legalize marijuana, maybe he will smoke a few joints to relax before the match. You are right there is more to Rage than he is letting on, which is his downfall. He just better hope I don't find out what it is because I will have no hesitations to exposing it to the world and make him weak to his knees. If he knows me as well as he claims to, especially with my history as a sin, than he should know not to screw with me, because bad things can happen to good people when I get screwed with.

There is a less fun tone and a more chilling tone on Shipman's voice.

Shipman: There is a weakness there, I will find it, I will exploit it, I will win. Yes I may be on a stretcher when I am done, but I am not going to be the only wrestler wheeled out of that match.

FW: Think of your career before you do anything stupid. You said so yourself. This match isn't important, you need to focus on the future and make sure you can compete.

Shipman: Don't worry Padre, I got this, I want do anything I wouldn't have already done to anyone else I would face.

FW: That's what makes me nervous.

The scene fades to black as Shipman laughs at Father Williams concern.

 The scene opens to a dimly lit room with concrete walls. It has a basement look to it, like a boiler room. As the camera pans around the room, bloodied bandages and wraps can be seen strewn about.  As the camera focuses on the floor, a set of black boots step into view. As the camera slowly moves up we see ripped jeans, a scarred torso, and a creepy clown mask.

Clown: BOO

The clown removes his mask revealing Chris Shipman.  The camera also tends to focus on a bloody tampon in Shipman’s hand.

Shipman: Oh that? Great for nose bleeds.  

Shipman tosses the tampon across the room and sets his sights back on the camera.

Shipman: Jesus Christ it feels like a long time doesn’t it. I forgot how long weeks drag by here when you are not booked in a match. No Zelda Clarke to harass, no Tommy Knocks to bash the SCW honchos, but on the plus side, after surrounding the ring in barbed wire, no more Big Bad Casey Williams in active competition.  Maybe I could come up with a new moniker or something about being a career killer. I guess first I should see what happens to Mr. TNA when he steps into the six sides with me.  Will he be another career washed down the drain in a stream of blood? Or will he rise to the occasion like an 80 year old man who downed a bottle of Viagra? Everyone is already betting against me to lose as this is just your normal run of the mill match where there are rules, and I am not allowed to play with weapons. Um, hello… where the hell have you all been since I debuted in the SCW? I have proven countless times it doesn’t matter what the rules are, I can always find a way to win. No I am not on the same level as say someone like J2H but for Travis Andrews, or Crazy Trav as I hear he is called by the local “ladies of the night” , I am more than capable of destroying him in the middle of the ring for the one…two…three.

Shipman is interrupted by his cell phone ringing. Oddly enough his ringtone is “I Think We’re Alone Now” by Tiffany. He pulls on old Motorola flip phone out of his back pocket and begins talking on speaker phone. He is replied back by an older sounding man with a harsh voice.

Shipman: Hello.

:  Hey Chris.

Shipman: Hey, what’s going on, you get those tickets?

: Even better, I got the big ticket.

Shipman: Great to hear.

: So you got Travis this week, do you have a plan or do you want to hear my strategy?

Shipman: I got an idea, you can pass yours on when you get to Arizona.

:  Sounds like a date. See you in a bit.

Shipman: Later Hoss.

Shipman hangs up his cell phone and slips it back into his pocket.

Shipman:  Sorry about that. Business takes priority sometimes. Now back to you Travis. I know you think you have this match in the bag, after all I do have a shit record here in SCW, I get my jollies pissing on other men, violence, and beating cancer. I have been told I have tarnished professional wrestling, a brown smear on the underwear of life. Well when you join me in that ring at Climax Control, you will discover that I am more than just a joke, a garbage wrestler. You will find out real fast that I am a man who will be a future champion, and who will be in the SCW hall of fame, who will be dominant over the SCW roster.  There is a dormant part of me that needs to be awakened and after my match at Violent Conduct it has beginning to stir. Travis, you will be the corpse that gets feasted upon. You can not stop me, you will not win. For I am the bringer of death and destruction.  Travis,  say your piece, because when Climax Control starts, talk is just that, talk. It holds no effect on what performance I can put on in that ring. See you than. Toodles.

With that said Shipman walks away as the camera zooms in on the bloody tampon and the scene fades to black.

 The scene opens up in a dimly lit room. There are cobwebs everywhere and a mildew/dampness mixture stains the wooden walls. After a quick pan of the room, Shipman is seen bloodied, sliding his body against a wall like object made of barbed wire. His “ I BEAT CANCER” shirt has been shredded against the wall. Though blood runs down Shipman’s face, he is smiling and almost orgasmic as he continues to rub against the contraption. He stops and looks at the camera, while still lying on the barbed wire.



Shipman: I’m back. Though I am sad to have left the Nova Scotia fans, as I felt that Canada’s east coast deserved some AWA love too, I have come to Ottawa for an event that suits me perfectly, Violent Conduct. It is about time I made everyone pay attention. Whether it be that jack-off Christian Underwood, Mr. I need time to myself Mark Ward, that ring rat bimbo Zelda Clark, any of SCW champions, anybody who ever doubted me or forgot about me in my career. They will all pay attention at Violent Conduct 3. I will be taking on the Freight Train of Derailment Casey Williams in a match that is so grotesque and macabre that it could only have been conceived in my head while a fortune teller sucked my manhood dry on top of an Ouija board. The Shipman House of Pain match. The ring surrounded by a cell of barbed wire, while other barbed wire paraphernalia and weapons litter the outside of the ring. Both of us will bleed, children will have nightmares and I will be so bold to say that neither of our careers will be the same again. Casey, I will not be contempt until I spill enough of your blood, the ring stinks of iron. I will not be contempt until your blood drips off of my fist. I will not be contempt until I reach into your chest, pull out your beating heart, drink what little life you have left out of it and watch you wilt away to nothing like a dying plant.



Shipman seems amused watching his own blood drip onto the floor.



Shipman: I know many of you if not all of you are thinking I am an idiot to be lacerated so deeply with a big match looming on the horizon but to me this is nothing. To me barbed wire is as good as a sweet piece of candy. I know you think your size will be a factor in this match. I know you think you got this in the bag Casey, but the truth is you and everyone else are just merely scratching the surface of what lurks deep inside me. Hell I dated Casey Anthony for Christ’s sake. I am the most violent, vicious, insane, psychotic man to ever step foot inside any sided ring. I have been to hell and back and my house is just a cakewalk for me. It is where I feel safest and comfortable, which is exactly what your house is supposed to be. They call me bat-shit crazy for loving a place like this, surrounded by pain, but Casey as you will find out at Violent Conduct what real pain is. What the pain I feel inside every miserable waking moment of this earth is. You call yourself a Freight Train of Pain, no, you are more like Thomas the Tank Engine, or even worse his little buddy Percy. You are built like a human tooth pick. Over 7ft tall yet only weighing what 340,350? Compared to giants you are nothing. Pack on a hundred pounds at least so your body can have better stability. But with that said you will have a lot more blood to spill in that ring. It would be nothing to replay the scene from Hostel where I will have you hanging upside down and as your blood drips down on me I get a nice refreshing bath in it. You want to take a ride into the deep dark recesses of my mind, well you are going to experience it first hand in Ottawa.



Shipman pauses for a moment. He pushes himself up off the barbed wire wall he was leaning against. His shirt and hair stick to it a little bit but Shipman doesn’t seem to mind.



Shipman: Ottawa, the nation’s capital. Home of popular places like Rideau Canal, and the tomb of the unknown soldier. Do you know what happened there? A young soldier was an honor guard and was senselessly killed in a lone wolf attack. What happened to this assailant? He was killed by the parliament’s Sergeant-at-Arms. An old man. What does this have to do with Violent Conduct I hear you asking, and you know what, you will have to wait until next time. Why spoil a good story.



Casey before I let you go and enjoy what little precious time you have left, let me make it ever so clear, clearer than crystal if you will. Yes my performance as of late has been deplorable at best, but you are not entering an ordinary match. This match is mine, this match is me. I am the innovator. This match is where dreams are crushed and souls die. When you find yourself surrounded by barbed wire, and see the pieces of clothing, hair, and human flesh stuck to those barbs, you will realize the true horrors of my creation, and you will feel the misery of victims past as I rip your body apart. I’ll see you in Ottawa. Toodles.



With the infamous catchphrase of Shipman spoken, the scene fades to black as Shipman lies back down on the barbed wire wall while having a gleeful laugh.

 The scene opens onboard MS Princess Cruise. The massive vessel is barely moving as the high waves of the Pacific crash into her. The camera pans around showing different views from the ship. It than zooms in on the nautical flags being flown from the vessel’s mast, one of them being the flag signifying a church service is being conducted onboard. The scene changes to one of Chris Shipman in his robes delivering a sermon. His congregation is sitting around in their yellow masks listening intently. Occasionally some chairs slide a little bit scraping the floor as the ship rocks in the ocean.

Shipman: And William dropped to his knees, begging for forgiveness. Sobbing like a baby in front of the Greater Powers. William continues to beg as the Greater Powers look at each other before dispatching their soldier with one simple order. “Not even the dog”. William, his family, and his dog ended up spending the rest of their lives in fear and misery all because he didn’t want to be saved.

Now, as I finished the story of one William, you should begin to question. With such hostilities against those who do not comply, why would so many choose not to be saved for their sins? Granted every religion has their own set based on their believes and with atheism forever on the rise especially with the hipster fad s consuming the world. My bad started to r amble. As I was trying to say, ask yourself why people don’t want to be saved when the repercussions of sinning against the “Book of Shipman” have been displayed many, many times. Later on onboard this very vessel, we will see more of the same, trying to save the sinners as I continue my march towards the Roulette championship. This week on this boat I will win my very first SCW championship and I will prove that James Tuscini is not this legend his ego has let him believe he is.

Shipman says a few more words before dismissing the congregation. He speaks to some members individually, having some laughs with them, promising to pray for certain concerns, and ensuring they are looked after by the Greater Powers. Once they have all left Shipman begins strolling through the halls of the ship. They are surprisingly empty but that does not faze Shipman. He continues walking until he reaches a balcony that overlooks the water.

Shipman: The day is almost upon us. Summer XXXtreme. The day I prove to everyone I am a real deal and the best thing to ever happen to the Roulette Championship. What can I say about my opponents that I feel has not already been said. I see James Tuscini blowing some hot air, Casey being Casey, and Ryan Keys is like a young kid full of piss and vinegar. I know he has a win against me and a loss against James, but what he has to remember is that singles competition, not necessarily my best, Roulette championship matches, that is my cup of tea. But I have to ask you one thing Ryan, what is that look of fear in your eyes for? What fear you are asking? You talked about reach, how me and Casey would have to reach you. In a flight or fight sense, that was flight written all over it, so I ask again, what is that fear I see in your eyes? Fear of losing against James? Granted I fear that too, nothing makes you more of a laughing stock, just look at Casey Williams. Or is it a fear of being crushed by Casey when he falls into that pool? Granted that too is another justifiable fear. Or is it a fear of losing to me after defeating me? You probably listen to all the sinners like James Tuscini who consider me a joke. And it would be so shameful to lose to a man who poisoned this business with no talent as I have been told I do many times. But the fact of the matter is as long as you are willing to accept the Greater Powers, than losing to me is only a cleansing of the soul. A rebirth into greatness if you will. Don’t be a mute Ryan. Come out of the shadows and join us in the ring at Summer XXXtreme IV and let your body go to the Greater Powers.

Shipman continues to stare at the horizon. The silence is broken occasionally by the sound of crashing waves as the ship sails along.

Shipman: Big Casey. Standing seven feet tall and you can’t teach…wait a minute. Let me try that again. Big Casey Williams, every word that I hear coming out of your mouth is the same. I bring destruction, I hurt you. Listen to you talk is like watching a Geico commercial. Oratory so easy a caveman can do it. I’m sure they are probably cave men that could talk better than you. Just for this one time though Casey, since I don’t like picking on the mentally retarded or challenged or whatever it is you call your kind, I learned the linguistics of your people and will speak to you that way.

Four men,
Three fall in pool
Casey one,
Casey cry,
Shipman champion
Casey touches himself in pool.

Did my message get through to you Casey? Your size and all that will not mean shit in this match. I don’t even know the rules and I still wreak of confidence because whether we fight in the ring with a pool in the middle, fight on scaffolding, or stand on cables only throwing punches at each other because anything else would make us fall, I will still win. There is no way I am going to let you win. You had your shot to beat James, and you failed. Blame me but the fact of the matter is you still lost. Just because you aligned yourself with J2H is not going to make a lick of difference. This match is mine for the taking and with the strength of the Greater Powers behind me, I will conquer all.

Shipman stops as some fans walk by. They are talking about who they can’t wait to see in action. They stop as Shipman is coldly staring at them. The fans quickly run past him as he continues his promo, staring out at the sea.

Shipman: And as always I saved the supposed best for last. James Tuscini. Now before I go to deep into detail, there is one thing I need to address. You claim I put words in your mouth; well here is a transcript from the Climax Control in question.

Shipman pulls a piece of paper out of a pocket on his robe and he unfolds it and begins to read.

Shipman: It's nice to serve as the High Priest of the Roulette Championship and accept these willing sacrifices time and again.

Shipman crumples the paper up and tosses it overboard.

Shipman: Right there James, you claim to serve as the High Priest. As a false idol and an unfit man to claim the name of Roulette Champion, I will cleanse you of your sins just like I did Pinky. You want to be a demon? Well there is only one demon on this earth and he is… Gene Simmons. So come out at Summer XXXtreme with this anger and viciousness you claim to have, it will be your downfall, literally. I am just a simple shepherd trying to tend to my flock, righting the world’s wrongs. Making sure the right person always wins. I did it when I returned, I will do it in November, and I will do it this Sunday. James, there is so much I could say about you and Pinky. There is so much more I could do to you both that this ship can circumnavigate the globe and I wouldn’t even be halfway down the list. There is a little thing though, actions speak louder than words, so I will not bore you to death listening to me drone on and on about how I will win this match. This Sunday is more than just winning for me. It is about saving the roulette championship, it is about marking my spot in SCW history, it is about completing the task set out to me by the Greater Powers and it is about me embarrassing you by making you devour your words of being the greatest Roulette champion ever. James, keep that belt shiny for me.

Shipman leaves the rail and walks out of view as the camera zooms in on an ominous looking storm coming towards the cruise ship.

 The scene opens to Shipman in a hotel room. He has traded his religious garb for some street clothes. Despayre and Synn are in the room with him. Despayre is trying to figure out a Rubix cube as Shipman and Synn talk strategy for the upcoming tag match at Climax Control.

Synn: But you know yourself, tag team is not your forte.

Shipman: Yes that is true, I am a successful singles competitor and with all my time here in SCW, this is only my second tag team match, however beyond that going back into other companies I have proven successful in tag team matches even if I never won tag gold.

Synn: You may have the confidence but don’t get over-confident. You still got to take into effect that you will be in the ring with two SCW legends.

Shipman: Two legends that can’t stand each other. Ever since Kain got back he is trying to make a name for himself and failing, he is living off of past glory. Casey on the other hand, yeah he is big and tough, but the man couldn’t even get along with his own shadow. Now on our side of things you got Despayre and me, actual tag team partners. And both of us need to show that we are going to be entering Summer XXXtreme dominant, and leaving champions. What better way to demonstrate that than winning this tag team match.

Synn: What about Casey’s size advantage.

Shipman: Synn baby, just call me Jack for this match. He is not the first big man I have faced, he will not be the last, but like all the giants I have come across, he will be slayed.

Out of the corner Despayre lets out a cheer of excitement as it seems like he has solved the puzzle.

Shipman: No Despayre, you cannot peel the stickers off and put them in a different spot.

Despayre looks angry and throws the cube away. He then resorts to his trusty Chinese finger trap.

Shipman: As I was saying, I do not see Casey as a major threat in this match because not only will he have to watch out for the Sins on one side of the ring but his partner behind him also.

Synn: Should we bring all the Sins out for this match, there seems like a high chance of interference.

Shipman: I wouldn’t worry about it too much. Even if James and Uncle Pinky want to get a bit of revenge on me, there is too many other fish chomping at the bits at everyone in this match. J2H, Tuscini, Steve Ramone may want to get in on the action, might see Dmitri. Strategically, I would say wait in the back, if it turns into a big old fashioned battle royal-esque melee than send out the cavalry. Honestly though I feel it may be just an extra precaution. With me and Despayre challenging for gold, I don’t want any meatheads trying to get advantages.

Synn: What are we going to do about Kain?

Shipman: What do we need to do? He has done it all himself for us. He came back at the same time I did at Into the Void, purely coincidence, and he has yet to gain a win. Granted I lost my return match but then I regained my composure and bested that party animal two weeks ago. Kain, the so called King of Kings, comes back thumping his chest, coming to reclaim his throne, and all he has done is proven that he is washed up and a has been.

Synn: Just please don’t be over confident going into this. I’d like to keep our momentum going into Summer XXXtreme.

Shipman: You got nothing to worry about.

With that Synn gets a disgruntled Despayre, whose fingers are stuck in the trap still, and exits the room. Shipman reaches into the room’s mini fridge and pulls out a couple bottle of Blue Moon. He cracks one open and takes a good drink, almost enjoying the sweet orange flavor of the ever popular Belgian whitbiere. He places an almost empty bottle down on a table along with the other full ones. He sits in a chair and lounges a bit, and begins talking, as if to express his thoughts to himself.

Shipman: Casey, I don’t know what I ever done to you. You blame me that you are not roulette champion. What you and James seem to fail to recognize is that I have no personal beefs with either of you. It was always about winning the roulette championship, and this I said many times already since I been back. If anything you should feel complimented, after all some small minded worlds, my actions make it seem like I thought you were too tough of a challenge to beat, so I had to keep the belt on James. Now if this was my plan than I think it went smoothly, however it wasn’t. Honestly I just wanted to get people talking, and make my intentions known, all of which I did perfectly. But Casey do you really think assaulting me was the right thing to do? Yes I know I sound hypocritical considering I did “assault” Uncle Pinky as some would have you believe, but there is a difference from what I did, and what you did. I was saving a soul, cleansing Uncle Pinky of his life of lies. You just saw me backstage and wanted to put your fist through my skull. But I am still here and I will be at Climax Control and I will be at Summer XXXtreme, because there is no “giant” in the SCW, or any federation that can stop me. Now Casey, just think about this for a minute. I’m a winner, my partner is a winner, me and my partner are an actual tag team. You are a formidable opponent, your partner is an icon, however, your partner can’t win a match to save his life, and you two cannot trust each other. I would be surprised if you are not fighting tooth and nail before the match, during the match, or after the match. I should really congratulate Casey though on his Hollywood debut, in this summer’s classic The BFG.

Shipman laughs as he finishes his beer and chugs another one before talking to himself again.

Shipman: Than there is Kain. To think of all the time we worked together and I believe this is the first time our paths crossed. On any other day way back when, I may have felt honoured to be sharing the six sided ring with you. Now though, all I see is a sad miserable man. You have lost all credibility and though we are both in different championship matches come Summer XXXtreme, only one will be leaving with a belt. I bet you know where my bets in Vegas are going. Like a sensei teaching his pupils, I will teach you Kain by physically demonstrating on you what you need to do to win a match, maybe you can take what you learn and put it into practise during your match at Summer XXXtreme. Or maybe you won’t and you will continue to fail. Either way I am still leaving Climax Control undefeated in tag team competition. I can’t really think of much more to say about Kain, he made his bed; the greater powers will give me the strength to make sure he sleeps in it.

Shipman laughs as he finishes the last bottle he brought out and presses a button on a radio next to the bottles on the table.

Radio: If you only knew what I'm gonna do to you, you'll be runnin' outta here, fast as two feet could carry you. Yooouuuur destinyyyy ... belongs to me! WHOOO! If you only kneeeewww!

Shipman: Seems fitting.

Shipman laughs as the scene fades to black.

 The scene opens inside a church. The congregation has their heads bowed down and faces hidden. There is a barbed wire wrapped podium setup on a stage that looks like it is decorated for a funeral with big beautiful bouquets placed neatly around. An organ begins playing and the congregation rises. Their faces are covered by crudely made masks. Shipman, dressed in his reverend robes, can be seen holding his “Book of Shipman” high above his head as he leads a casket down to the stage. He takes his place behind the podium and motions for the congregation to take their seats. Shipman looks down at the casket and smiles as he opens his book.

Shipman: Thank you all for coming to today as we celebrate the memory of the late Katie Vick. As you all know today would have been her 40th birthday.

Shipman is suddenly cut off as the casket starts shaking violently. He jumps off the stage and slowly opens the casket only for a midget wearing nothing but a black and red mask jumps out and runs out of the church. Shipman reaches in the casket and pulls out a condom wrapper. He shrugs and goes back on the stage to continue his sermon.

Shipman: Does anyone really care about Katie? No I didn’t think so. Maybe I should talk about why I have come back. The answer is quite simple. I saw something I didn’t like and like a good Samaritan I am here to do my civic duty and change it. The something is the prestige of the Roulette championship. I watched many men come and go with it, but none that immortalized, that spiritualized, that lived and breathed like a true roulette champion should. I am the man that can do that. I am the man that can bring that championship to a level of which it has never been before. I was there at Into the Void and witnessed firsthand the atrocities brought onto such a great championship by four men, one being the current champion, another being the opponent I cut my teeth on this week, Ryan Weeks. The man who sins without care. SCW’s resident “Dancing Bear”. A vile human being that thinks shaking his stuff around for the ladies will get him something in life. Well it will if you like itchy and oozing with puss. The simple fact this man was even a contender for the Roulette championship makes me sick. The Roulette championship is an achievement to display how far one is willing to go for victory, to show resourcefulness, pain tolerance, durability, and overall hunger to want something. Do you think Ryan has these attributes? What do you think he would do if I poured thumb tacks into that ring or had the ropes replaced with barbed wire? I guarantee he would run and hide, probably screaming like a little girl about what is going to happen to his face. That is not a roulette champion calibre man. It is decisions like this that made me come back to the SCW.

Shipman jumps down from the stage and walks among the pews, occasionally caressing a worshipper’s face while he continues to talk.

Shipman: Look at this Ryan Keys. Flamboyant, cocky, thinks he has the world in the palm of his hand. Little does he know that this week at the 150th airing of Climax Control, he has been assigned to a career killing match when he steps into that ring with me. Sure he will feel being in the city of sin he will have the home field advantage, unfortunately that is not the case. I am not one to be deterred by unruly fans as I will have plenty of time after the show to cleanse them of their sins. No Ryan is in for a world of pain and tears. If he thought he had it bad in Japan, than he has not seen anything yet. Look at Mayhem in Morocco. Yes I lost that match but I took the first ever grand slam champion and had him out cold in the middle of the ring, literally drowning in his own blood. Now do you have any idea of what kind of man you are up against Ryan? I am the one that should be holding the roulette championship and this week I will make my case when I face you inside that six sided ring.

Congregation: Amen

Shipman walks back up onto the stage and flips through some pages of the “Book of Shipman”.

Shipman: Please turn now to page 254. Verse 12, para 6

And through the darkness came the mythical being, lips still dripping with the blood of the last meal. As the man of sin stood there, lost in the angered gaze of the beast, he did not realize until it was already over. The blood poured from his throat as he was drug into the deepest depths of Hell to a place Satan himself is too scared to venture. The man of sin felt the barbed wire digging deeper in his neck as the mythical being kept pulling. Than eternal darkness.

What we have here in this little bit of text is what some would call a prophecy. But do not look at me as a prophet. I just preach what is written in the good book. Clearly though we all know what is being preached here and it is not needing of further clarification. Now bow your heads and pray with me.

Shipman bows his head and the congregation repeat after him.

Shipman: Oh Higher Powers, above and below,
Give us the strength to defeat our enemies,
Ignore their heathen prayers
Let me rise above the sin
Let my people rise and be strong
Let me be your vessel
And do your biding,
Oh Higher Powers.
Amen.

Now if you would like to come to the basement we have cake, and refreshments and some party games to celebrate Katie Vick’s birthday.  Also we will be conducting a raffle for some tickets to join me at Climax Control.

Shipman turns around and walks back into his chambers, as the congregation rises and touches the casket as they walk by on their way to the basement. The scene fades to black as the camera zooms onto the casket.