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Climax Control Archives / The House Evil Built
« on: March 01, 2017, 09:23:59 AM »
 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.

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Climax Control Archives / Your Roulete Champion Speaks
« on: February 21, 2017, 01:07:00 PM »
 The scene opens to a shot of the new SCW Roulette champion Chris Shipman in a decrepit looking gym. There is rust and dust on most of the equipment, and even a hole in the floor over in a corner.  The room is dimly lit by a few flickering light bulbs.  Shipman is doing sit-ups by a mirror which has a poster of him on it. He somehow managed to have the roulette championship attached to it. Every time he sits up he kisses the belt. He is wearing just a pair of running shorts and some new looking Nike’s which it seems he would have bought with his new champion’s pay. He recovers when he sees the camera crew and looks into the camera.

Shipman: Welcome to the “Den of Tortured Souls”. Now I know you all have a million questions for me, that in all fairness I should have answered last week as I was not booked but for those of you that didn’t know, I was a little busy with some suit wearing pricks and some legal problems but that is all sorted out now.

Shipman grabs the roulette championship and flings it onto his shoulder.  He caresses it softly as his cold stare focuses onto the camera.

Shipman: Two weeks ago in a match against Ryan Keys, I did what everyone thought was impossible. I not only won a match but I won a championship. This piece of gold means more to me than a world title ever could. This right here means I can wrestle my way. This is truly dark times we are living in now. So much so sponsors have begun backing away from SCW, and insurance rates are going up. This belt right here means, Shipman is free.

Shipman gets a sinister look on his face, as if he knows the viewers at home just got the realization of what Shipman as Roulette champion means.

Shipman: This week, I get my first defence and will it ever be a classic. An old nemesis in Crazy Trav. The only man to make me tap. Now I could dwell on this fact but I won’t I will just state the fact that it will be the only time anybody ever sees that happen again. History does not repeat.  Crazy Trav, I know deep down inside you already think you have this match won. After all you beat me before, I have a poor record, and as of right now I am a very marked man, but I am always one to stare a challenge in the face, and spit at it because challenges in the SCW are a joke.  Everyone saw what I did to Ryan Keys and I don’t care if he wants more or Tuscini and Bishop come out or even Steve Ramone, they will all suffer.  I am the most violent, vile, vulgar, superstar to ever step through those ropes.  This belt is my child and I will fight to the death for it. This belt is more precious than life itself. As Charlton Heston put it…

Shipman raises the belt above his head.

Shipman: FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS.

Shipman smirks as he lowers it back to his shoulder.

Shipman:  TNA, unlike our match stipulation I can make a guarantee. It will be a nauseating match, and there will be blood. If you thought people winced win myself and Keys had our speedbags sliced up on the barbed wire, wait until they see the pain I will put you through. More barbed wire? Flaming Tables? House of Fun? There is a thousand plus ways I can dissect you Trav, it would make an SS officer cringe. This is my belt, these are my matches, and I refuse to lose against someone such as yourself. Hell, I am actually hoping it lands on Ultimate submission so I can make you tap multiple times in a thirty minute period just for a bit of redemption for last time.

Shipman begins walking through the gym, continually rubbing his championship belt.

Shipman: Crazy Trav, do you really know what you are in store for this week? I am a man who jerks off watching “The View” wishing Whoopi would tit-fuck me while Rosie sits naked on my face after she does a two hour hot yoga session.   I am a man who would walk into an orphanage, and slap the kids with a bag of oranges and walk away. Does it get anymore twisted than that? I think not. It just proves there is no limit I will not surpass in an effort to win. TNA this match may not be your last, but it will be the last time you ever want to step foot in any ring with me. After this week, you will just be a statistic, just the first victim of the Shipman-Era.  More or less you will just be the example of what future challengers get to look towards when they step foot in that ring with me. You better get that hospital bed ready, and before you know it, you will have some roommates.

Shipman laughs as he steps into a shower that only has a stable like door covering his waist down to his knees. Behind the door Shipman strips down but wears the belt around his waist. He proceeds to shower while still wearing the belt as the scene fades to black.

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Climax Control Archives / The belt is coming home
« on: February 08, 2017, 09:31:34 AM »
 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.



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Character Building Roleplays / The Best of Shipman DVD
« on: January 31, 2017, 11:49:19 AM »
 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

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Climax Control Archives / i'm at work
« on: October 25, 2016, 11:00:21 AM »
 The scene opens up in a gym. It is empty except for Chris Shipman on a bench press with Father Williams off to the side as if saying “I’m here to spot but not really”. Shipman continues a couple more presses before replacing the bar and sitting up. He drinks out of his official SCW water bottle and looks over at the Father, who has been advising Shipman on changes he needs to make.

FW: I personally think a new entrance and ring attire is in order. The whole street fighter look, it doesn’t work anymore in today’s world. You need to be more “generic”.

Shipman: I told you I am not a wrestler, I am a brawler.

FW: That’s not true and you know it. I’ve seen your matches. You have the skills to be one of the best. You have the abilities to grapple with the best of them as well as slugging it out with the best.

Shipman: If that is the case how came no matter where I go I could never win the big one?

FW: Because you always lost sight. But now that I am here, I can give you your spiritual advice. After all why did you hire me if it was not to advise you during matches and help you win?

Shipman: Ok fair enough, so what was this about new entrance and attire?

Father Williams chuckles and brings an IPad up to Shipman’s face. “I Want it All” by Queen can be heard coming from the device. Shipman looks intrigued. When the clip finishes, Shipman looks over at Father Williams.
Shipman: Do you think that will help?

FW: Could it hurt to try?

Shipman: As long as people don’t think that it is some sort of Halloween costume.

FW: They won’t once they take you seriously, especially after this week’s Climax Control.

Shipman: Do you really think any of my opponents in this match could earn me some credibility. Steve Ramone? He is like a case of herpes, he just doesn’t go away. Andrew Garcia, with a name like that I feel like I am up against the bassist of some Indy metal band. I don’t care if he is a former roulette champion, or won some largest dick award. There is nothing there to impress me. Now maybe there is some credibility to be had, after all Travis Nathanial Andrews is in this match. He did make me tap. I vow I will never tap to him again. In fact if it comes down to it, I will make him tap this week. I will get my retribution. He will not go unscathed.

FW: I can sense the fire inside of you starting to flicker. Ignite it. But don’t let it consume you. When it does you lose sight and you get sloppy, that is your problem.

Shipman: But Father, the anger and aggression is what designed me. It is all I have known. Whether it was in the cold damp recesses of the asylum, to AWA, to SCW, it is what I have done to conquer.

FW: What have you conquered? What have you done in SCW? You toyed with Tuscini and what did you get? Chris you couldn’t even intimidate Pinky del Ferrando. You challenged J2H for the world title and you choked. Chris you only got 6 wins out of 16 matches in SCW. With the way Mark Ward has been I am surprised he hasn’t released you.

Shipman: Not helping the confidence here Father.

FW: Or am I? You feel that fire under your ass? I will guide you and help you win at Climax Control. You said it yourself, this match should be easy. Tell me how you feel about them, specifically.

Shipman: Well Steve Ramone, he’s been a thorn in my side for years. It was destined our paths would cross in SCW. He is probably still sour at me for costing him the Roulette title when I first arrived here but that feels like forever ago. Whether I cost him the match or not the fact remains he has had multiple opportunities since and failed each and every one of them. He has been nothing more than a failure his entire time in SCW. The only reason he seems more successful than me is because I was away fighting a court case because of my actions in that ring.  Besides a couple of blemishes in the history books, Steve Ramone in SCW in nothing but a virgin visiting a brothel, he is shit. I have defeated him many times in the past; this time will be no different.

Andrew Garcia is facing me for the first time and if he wants to come to that ring and think he is going to walk away a winner, he will be lucky if he walks. Just like Steve he is a former roulette and tag team champion bet the key word there is former. Past championships do not mean shit. I can say how I was a former GWA Airborne champion and do you know what I would hear back? Whatever a crickets chirp is to a cricket’s bad joke. This Trekkie has something special coming his way if he thinks he will live long and prosper after a match where I am involved. He will feel the force by the time the bell rings to end the match. I have a feeling this will be the first in a long line of encounters between Dying Breed and myself, and just like the name says, they are dying, and it will be up to me to finish the job.

Travis, the man I cannot wrap my head around. There is a huge list of memorable SCW moments and the fact he made me tap should be a Moment of the Year candidate. Travis was right; no one in SCW has made me tap before. Tuscini, J2H, no one here has ever done it. But no one will ever do it again including Mr. Andrews.  I have no idea what is in store for us at the Halloween themed event but rest assured Father, whether it is hardcore, submission, iron man, hell in a cell, even an elimination bra and panties match, I will win, I will be victorious. Travis can continue thinking he is destined to win the Internet championship because he has done what seemed impossible, but rest assured, he will be lucky to be fit to compete by the time our clash at Climax Control is done.  I am not speaking to speak when I talk about Travis, I am prophesizing the future of our little golden child.

FW: Chris, Climax Control will be the one to end all. You will be victorious, and I will be there to guide you the right way.

Shipman and the Father laugh as they leave the gym and the scene fades to black.  

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Climax Control Archives / Clowning Around
« on: October 13, 2016, 08:33:05 AM »
 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.

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Climax Control Archives / The darkest day in wrestling
« on: August 19, 2016, 04:29:30 PM »
 
The scene opens up to a view of the Calgary skyline. The Saddledome stands out prominently with its curving upwards roof, making it actually look like a saddle. After a view more glimpses of downtown Calgary the scene changes to a shot of Shipman looking over his hotel balcony with a view of the Saddledome.  He is dressed in his fighting clothes consisting of ripped jeans, black boots, and wife-beater. His long hair is slicked back into a ponytail. He seems to be deep in thought but begins talking almost as if he senses that he is being filmed.



Shipman: And so here it is, my first shot at SCW’s heavyweight championship.  You can already hear the mumbling. Why is a man like Shipman being selected to possibly represent the company? Why does he get a shot when he lost his last match? What has he done to deserve it? And that is just the fans. You can also hear the boys and girls in the back talking nonsense. Look at Shipman, he beat up an innocent and defenceless reporter and he gets a world title shot. What kind of company is this? At least J2H will set him straight. Well guess what naysayers; it will not be that easy. I will give J2H his credit as he is a formidable opponent and a hell of a world champion but I will give him the fight of his life and prove that I am not just some push over. I am not some flash in the pan, blast from the past, garbage wrestler. I’m not here for shock value, I’m only here to kick ass and get inside my opponents’ heads.  J2H will be no different. When he steps in that ring with me he will be in for one of the rudest awakenings in the history of man’s existence.



Shipman changes to a mocking tone.



Shipman: But Chris, how do you expect to beat a man like J2H when you couldn’t even defeat James Tuscini, the roulette champion?





Shipman changes back to his normal stern, cold tone.



Shipman: I am sick and tired of the naysayers. At Climax Control in front of the thousands of Canadian fans, and the thousands watching online at SCWrestling.net, I will silence them, the critics, the locker room, and whoever else I need to when I kick J2H’s ass all over the city of Calgary. J2H, I know how you feel deep inside about me, you may not admit it but I can tell by the look in your eyes, though you may not admit it, you do not fear me, you do not respect me, you see me as a joke, a bye week. You will probably talk smack about how you will treat the lowest wrestler the same as you would a decorated legend, but I know men like you. At Climax Control, I will make a believer out of you, I will make believers out of every soul on this earth, saved or damned. The look on your face will be priceless when you beat me down and yet I still fight back, you beat me down some more, try a submission and then you grow frustrated as I will not tap. As long as my heart beats, as long as my lungs fill with air, I will refuse to stay down. I refuse to bow to you and refuse to kneel to you. You are nothing more than just another human being and therefore will be treated as such.





Shipman continues his gaze on the Saddledome as he rubs his fingers lightly over some of his exposed scars on his arms.



Shipman: I know you are a legend, I know your victories have come over a who’s who of SCW greatness but there is one thing you and everyone else always seems to forget. I am the true definition of a wild card. You never know what is going to happen or when it will happen, or how it happens when I am inside that ring. I have worked my ass off to be the best at my craft and all it took was an angry outburst towards “Thing One and Thing Two” that run this company and now I find myself in a position to not only show the world that I am the real deal  but to embarrass you in the process. I thought Casey Williams was amazing at making excuses; I can’t wait to hear yours when Climax Control goes off the air. Or maybe you will take the noble route out of Calgary? I guess we will find out in due time won’t we J2H.  I will tell you this though. Hold on to that belt like it is your wife. Keep it shiny, sleep with it, hell even shower with the damn thing because this Sunday will be the last time you ever get to hold it as it will be coming to me and the safekeeping of divine powers.





Shipman stops leaning and finally stands up.



Shipman: Isn’t it quite ironic that here we are in Calgary, right as the SCW is about to be burned down into the depths of eternal damnation. When I win that championship it will signify the start of the darkest days SCW’s history. Just like Fort McMurray burned displacing 80000 people, the SCW will burn and there will be no rising up like the phoenix. How do you like that J2H, if you didn’t need more pressure on your shoulders, you have the entire fate of this company, the fate of all of its employees, the fate of everything you care about resting in the palm of your hands. You may think I am out to lunch with that statement but think about it. Who the hell is going to sponsor the SCW if I am champion? Who the hell is going to want to pay to watch our product if I am the face of the company.  I have done horrible heinous things and plan to continue to do horrible heinous things. Stocks will plummet, Mark Ward and Christian Underwood will end filing for bankruptcy and like so many federations will close the doors. Is this really what you want in a world champion J2H? If you don’t want to join the unemployment line I suggest you better start talking to people and figure out how to keep me down. But I will make damn good on this promise, I will never stay down by your hand J2H. I am the most dangerous thing going. More dangerous the ISIS, lone wolf terrorism, and the US government. I am a man with nothing to lose, and everything to gain. You on the other hand, well like I said the weight on your shoulders; you might as well call yourself Atlas. I live off the land in a rundown cabin in the woods, only emerging to deliver sermons, if SCW were to shut its doors it would not affect me at all, that is how I am dangerous.





Shipman pauses and holds his hands to the sky, looks up with closed eyes and seemingly absorbs the sun’s rays.



Shipman: Oh greater powers hear my cry. Give me the strength to do thy bidding. Give me power to claim the ultimate goal. Bring greatness to me as I have done for you. I ask upon thee greater powers, keep me your reverend, keep me your instrument of destruction. Give me this relic to aid in the final solution to life’s greatest problem. With this one win, this one victory, will come the influence to save one hundred souls. Greater powers, I beg of you, let me dethrone J2H, cure his soul of the sin, and in turn, make the SCW in your images of divine vastness. Give me the prowess to lead the sinful into the oblivion and cleanse them. Let the sun’s beam melt on the SCW revealing the one true king. ME.





Shipman bows his head.



Shipman: Amen.





Shipman walks off the balcony and back into his room. There is a wooden case on his bed and he opens it. He reaches in and pulls out a barbed wire cross. He runs his fingers along the barbs and smiles as he holds it close to his chest and the scene fades to black.




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Climax Control Archives / THE FOLLOWING ERROR(S) WERE FOUND
« on: July 13, 2016, 11:52:23 AM »
 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.

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Climax Control Archives / Going to the chapel, going to get married
« on: June 28, 2016, 12:02:56 PM »
 The scene opens up to an outdoor garden on a beautiful sunny day. There are colorful flowers lining the ground and fresh fruit still hanging in the trees. The camera pans by a tomato patch to see Shipman tending to some of the vines, picking ripe tomatoes, pruning some leaves. Shipman is dressed in his priest robes and a smock. He finishes his chore and stands up, brushes the dirt off, and turns towards the camera.

Shipman: Tomatoes, they are a true thing of beauty aren’t they? Think about it, a tomato’s true beauty is on the inside. Like a person’s true beauty. How so you might ask? A tomato ripens from the inside out, therefore event though the look ugly and not ready on the outside, they are juicy and ready for you on the inside. I know, now you are thinking how a person like myself who does such maniacal acts like crucify a man at a wrestling show can have true inner beauty. Well you would be right; there is no inner beauty here. You dig deep in my soul and you will see why the devil fears me and why heaven won’t accept me. If you thought what I did at Climax Control 151 was bad, or if you thought the hell I put Goth through was bad, than you really haven’t gave my psyche enough credit. See even though I am a reverend, I have a mean streak ten miles long, ten miles wide, and when it comes to saving the sinners I am not above such debauchery as maiming, stabbing, pissing on a man when he is down, you get the idea. The longer I decide to stay here in the SCW, the more you will find out just how deranged a man used as a tool by the Greater Powers can become.

Shipman bites into a tomato. The juice flows down his face and drips off his chin. His sadistic smile straightens to a look of seriousness.

Shipman: Now we look to this week. I go from wrestling a party boy to wrestling a party boy rock star. Meanwhile behind the scenes I got James Tuscini and Casey Williams hunting me down wanting revenge. Normally this would not bother me but you know what, I think this is bullshit. I am a monster, a legend, the original psycho and some booker in the back looks at me like a joke. Yes Ryan Keys got lucky and did defeat me in my return and I have no excuses. But I still made my mark, I chose my target and even though some are taking it personal, there is nothing personal with it. To this point I have no grudges with anybody in that locker room. I have my eyes set on one thing, the roulette championship. James, Casey, this has nothing to do with neither of you two; it was just a matter of wrong place at the wrong time. In due time, you will both be mere dots in my rear view mirror as I continue down my road to greatness.

Shipman finishes the tomato, wipes his face clean and looks at his plants. He flicks what must have been a bug off of a leaf before turning back to the camera. The skies grow dark as some cloud cover moves in. Shipman notices this and almost seems to embrace it.

Shipman: As I was saying before as I got sidetracked. This week sees me up against the rock star Alex Rush. A man who is more worried about pops from the crowd and make a comedic spectacle out of this business. I swear, I wouldn’t be surprised if this man is the reason behind the penis lock hip toss video all over the internet. Some men, treat this sport with honor and respect, others like myself, turn it into a combat sport and feel most at  home in Japan doing “King of the Death-match” tournaments. Then there is Alex Rush. I know my “stock” as Tommy Knocks put is down. I know I am getting no respect from anyone in any arena we go to, and losing to some curtain jerker like Keys isn’t helping my case but just as the big book says. There is a day of reckoning and a day of redemption. When we enter at Climax Control 152, there will be one of each Alex. I will watch you fall as I kneel down in the center of that ring, raise my hands to the air and thank the Greater Powers for redeeming me, their right and left hand and continue on to do their bidding. Alex, I know you will come to Lake Tahoe, full of piss and vinegar, you are going to be excited, you are going to probably dance and sing around that ring like nobody is watching, but when the dust settles and all is said and done, you will be full of tears and plasma, being wheeled into an ambulance, that dance will be the pain in your nerves causing you to twitch, and the only singing will be cries to your mother, and to the lord all mighty begging for forgiveness. You are about to be center stage of my rock concert, and trust me, it will make you scream.

Shipman slowly walks through his garden as a bit of rain begins trickling down. One of his congregation members runs up to him, their face concealed behind a mask, and opens an umbrella over his head and hands him a cold glass of lemonade. Shipman takes a couple sips, sounding refreshed, and thanks the member.

Shipman: Alex, I have a wrong to right. Two weeks ago I was wronged in my match. This week I will defeat you, I will toy with James and Casey, and I will go onto Summer XXXtreme IV to continue my cleansing of the SCW. With the Seven Deadly Sins by my side, there is no force on this planet that can stop me from doing what I came here to do, complete the mission set upon me by the Greater Powers. Alex Rush, you will be saved, and in due time, James Tuscini you will be saved, and if Casey Williams wants to stick his Darwin theory-esque nose in my business, than you too will be saved.

Shipman enters a chapel looking building by the garden. From inside you can hear a chorus of “amen” as the door slowly closes behind him and the scene fades to black.

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Climax Control Archives / Sins of the Dancer
« on: June 13, 2016, 10:22:13 AM »
 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.

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Climax Control Archives / I hope I win
« on: June 04, 2015, 04:19:47 PM »
 The scene opens to a candlelit room. It appears to be the same one we saw Shipman in at Climax Control. Soon the questions are answered as Shipman slowly walks into view. His hair is slicked back and he is wearing a trench coat over his jeans and wife-beater. The sounds of a woman whimpering echoes in the background. Shipman just smiles as he faces the camera.

Shipman: I told you all I had a big surprise for Gerrit, and I delivered on it. Now the question is what do I get in return for putting on one of the sickest displays of violence in SCW history? Do I get Gerrit? No. Do I get a shot at the Violence championship? No. So I am stuck here facing some arrogant monkey named Travis Nathaniel Andrews, or Mr. TNA, which I believe means Totally No Action, which to me fits Steve Ramone better but that is beside the point. The point this week is that apparently I have to make a statement for Gerrit, and an impact for SCW management. Both of which I will have no problems doing. Granted the rules are not in my favor this week, being that this is a standard match. But after what transpired at the last Climax Control, I am going to take my sweet old time and dissect Travis with surgical precision and let the world know that Chris Shipman is for real and that I am the meanest, most vile and vicious man to ever step foot in an SCW ring.


Shipman grabs a lit candle and walks around the room. He walks by blood marks on the wall. It looks like drips that flew off of a whip and splattered against the wall. Shipman stares at it and chuckles.

Shipman: Sapphira can be kinky. Travis, do you really feel you stand a chance against me? I look at what you have done here in the SCW and granted you have made a bit of a name for yourself; you are unable to do what is required for you to go that extra step, that extra mile. Can you claim to go past a threshold of pain that I will inflict upon you? Do you know what it feels like to be lit on fire? To have a chainsaw cut into your body? To be punctured by barbed wire? This is all stuff I have experienced, overcame, and willing to dish out to anybody that steps foot in any wrestling ring with me. Yes I know, I can’t actually do that to you this time, unless I want to lose the match, which is fine by me because you are just a little guppy on my deep sea fishing trip here in the SCW.


Shipman licks the blood stain on the wall and has a big grin.

Shipman: Almost as sweet as her tears. No wonder Gerrit married the bitch. Okay, I’ll stop ignoring Mr. Total Necrophiliac-Aholic. I would say more but I ran out of letters. As you can plainly see I can talk the talk. Though can I walk the walk? Well that depends who you ask. Yes I know my record here in SCW isn’t the greatest but what would I be doing in the Seven Sins without some sort of reputation. Hell just look at the way I am tormenting Gerrit. And this is just messing with the guy. Imagine what I would do to someone that really pisses me off. Travis, you have never been in the ring with anyone like me. Sure Raab may be the violence champion and I may have lost to him before, but at Climax Control you will soon see that I am the king of violence. There is a time before and after the bell that you are mine to do as I please. That is what everyone forgets. It is only in that little bit of time between the bells that the rules apply. Any other time, your ass is mine. But yet here I am having to plot out a game plan on how I am going to kick your ass at Climax Control. Will it be a London Calling? A Shipman Lock? Hell maybe I will go basic and beat you with a Boston Crab, maybe even insult you and make you tap to a single leg, or the more embarrassing, make you scream “I Quit” to an arm bar. The possibilities are endless and you never quite know what I got up my sleeve until it comes to fruition.


Shipman continues to walk around the room. The echoes of a woman whimpering grow louder.

Shipman: That sound always gives me a bit of a chub. Travis, I can keep repeating myself and go on about how I am going to hurt and embarrass you this week. But really I want to know, what are you going to do?


Shipman pauses. It is silent minus the whimpers.

Shipman: I don’t hear anything, that’s what I thought. How about this, what are you going to do after I beat you? What will your excuses be?


Shipman pauses again, and yet again is only answered by whimpers.

Shipman: Wow you are not the talkative type are you. Well in case you do decide to talk, I will gladly shut you up permanently at Climax Control. It is what I do.


Shipman walks up to a rickety wooden door. He opens it to a loud creak. We can Sapphira in the next room. She is still tied up and gagged with her hands above her head. She is facing a wall with her back to the camera. She appears topless but her back is covered in dried blood and puncture marks from barbed wire.

Shipman: She is all mine now. My little toy. Travis, let this be a warning to you, and Gerrit, good luck getting her back.

HEAR ME…BELIEVE ME…FEAR ME.


Shipman walks up to Sapphira and closes his face in on her neck as the camera cuts.

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Climax Control Archives / Tag Team Debut
« on: May 22, 2015, 08:58:15 PM »
 The scene opens in the lobby of a fancy, five star looking hotel. There is a commotion around the bar. The camera pans to see Shipman with a group of fans and haters around him, almost heckling as he tries to enjoy his refreshments. He has on a long black trench coat, and his hair slicked back into a ponytail. He looks like he is dressed more for a back alley bar than this luxurious place. Shipman takes a shot of something that was placed in front of him before the camera saw him, and walks through the crowd. The camera follows Shipman onto an elevator. Shipman is remaining very quiet. After a few moments there is a ding and Shipman exits and heads toward his room. After a few attempts with a card key he manages to get in. He sits in a chair pre-positioned in front of a window and stares out over a sunny city skyline.

Shipman: After so long it has finally happened. The Sins ride together for what may be the biggest tag match of the year. People always wondered if I was really a part of the Sins or if it was a flash in the pan. Well at Climax Control we will see when our chemistry will show the world what true tag team greatness is all about. “The Tormentors”, “The Surf Boys”, “The Family”, they all have nothing on what the Sins can do. Despayre and Gabriel are the most successful tag team champions I have ever come across, than throw me into the mix; well let’s just say that chaos and anarchy will soon follow. Granted my time here in the SCW is not exactly has I had envisioned from when I first signed the dotted line, but I am still standing, I am still here, and in my SCW tag debut, I will reign dominate. Especially since this week I am against three apparently honorable mentions but in my opinion they are exactly what they call themselves, nobodies. Where do these pukes even get the idea that they even hold a candle against the Sins? Granted I have other things to deal with concerning my old employer but that will not faze me from stepping into that ring and kicking the asses of Kris Halc, Tim Staggs, and Johnny Tsunami all over Tunis. I know that is an old cliché but for the time being it will have to do because there is a difference between describing one’s actions and doing one’s actions.


Shipman continues to be in a Trans as he stares out the window. Barely moving but his voice gets colder.

Shipman: Kris Halc, the former Internet champion, and the apitamy of a nobody. You are about as equal as a piece of dog shit stuck to the bottom of my boot, the only difference is the dog shit is more appealing. Halc, do you really think that you and your band of merry men have what it takes to not only beat me but the rest of the Sins? The only thing that you could do to save yourself is to not show up. Going across “no-man’s” land in Nazi Germany is safer and better chance at survival than stepping into that ring against me. I seem to have become a running joke here in SCW so this week, you and those poor bastards you run with got the short straws and have become the death of that joke when I prove to you and the rest of the SCW why the Sins teamed with me before, and why the Sins got me to come here to the SCW. You may have been great before Halc, but this week in Tunis, I am the greatness and I will bring and end to the nobody before you even know what happened. I am as evil as they come, as mean as they come, and as vicious as they come. At Climax Control Halc, you will know this from your own personal experience.

Than there is Tim Staggs, the child of SCW. Some kid thinks he has what it takes to hang with the big boys just because he hangs around with a bunch of nobodies. Seriously Staggs, have you done to make you think you can go up against the Sins? What can you do against the Sins? If you are flesh, than I am steel and from everyone’s experience, STEEL WINS. I am not above beating a child and I will demonstrate that to the best of my abilities in that ring because when I am through with your buddies, I will take every bit of left over energy and adrenaline I have and use it on you and put you in the hospital… if you are lucky.


Shipman snickers a little.

Shipman: Staggs, this week will be your real introduction to the business. You may have grown up in it but you have never had to deal with a demented being such as myself.  I am a man that should not be allowed in this business but yet I keep getting signed, to destroy little arrogant punks such as yourself. It is a job that I do love so much it is more like a hobby.

Lastly the man who thinks he can fly. Johnny Tsunami. Well you will be flying at Climax Control when I throw you from one side of the ring to the other and back again. Just like Staggs, you really have no idea what you are in for and I will make you realize that this isn’t ASW, and this sure as hell ain’t no motocross. If you were smart you would have stayed there, but after seeing who you align yourself with it is no wonder why you would make such a stupid decision. Oh well, like I said, I will show you the folly of your ways. And if I don’t get the opportunity, I am sure Gabriel or Despayre will. I could continue sitting here and going on and on like broken record about what is going to happen to you and the Nobodies at Climax Control but I am going to save you the time so you can prepare your last rites.



Shipman stands up and presses against the window.

Shipman: Today were nobodies, want to be some bodies. Tomorrow they’ll know just who we are… the men that had their careers shortened by the Sins.

Shipman laughs as the scene fades to black.



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Climax Control Archives / Fear of The Dark?
« on: April 10, 2015, 07:47:43 PM »
 The scene opens inside a fancy Italian pizzeria. Shipman can be seen eating what looks like a local style of pizza with a glass of red wine. He is dressed in his normal street clothes with a leather jacket. His hair is slicked back into a ponytail. He has a little smirk as he looks towards the camera. In a Hannibal Lecter-esque movement he raises his glass of wine and toasts it towards the camera before taking a sip. He gingerly sets the glass down as the camera zooms in close.

Shipman: Another week, another European city. Now granted I was a little upset that I was left off the card for Athens, and the fact they didn’t even give me a moment on the show will not faze me. I did indeed enjoy myself by visiting all the wonderful gentleman establishments. Granted none were as good as Arcana in Souda Bay, but you can’t win them all. Unlike this week though, I do plan on winning them all as I get a chance to go into Climax Control and show the SCW exactly how I roll when I go into a hardcore match against the Mental Rapist Sean Jackson.  I don’t think anybody has any idea what they are in store for come Climax Control but I am more than eager to show them. Sure I could go on and on about what I have done in my past but than I would sound like a broken record from my matches against Raab. No, this week I will go the other way and predict the future and especially the future of The Mental Rapist.


Shipman finishes his pizza and sips back the rest of his wine.

Shipman: Rapist, that is such an ugly word. When I hear rapist what I think about is just some dirty hobo grabbing some pretty young girl and proceeding to take away her innocence. But enough about my Saturday nights. Call yourself what you will Sean, because your moniker does not faze me. Because really do you know what rape is? It’s only a cuddle with a struggle. Nothing more, so if you want to cuddle with my mentality go for it, but I warn you, I will not be the bitch. You will see stuff if you go through my mind that would make even the hardest of men tremble. There is a little saying that in everybody lays a dark spot, where the bad things are, where they fight with each other. Well I have found my dark spot, and I unleashed those bad things, and at Climax Control we will see who rapes who.


Shipman calls for his bill as his experience in Europe has taught him it can take forever for you to get your bill.

Shipman: So Sean, I hear you are pissed and that I should be wary of you when you are pissed. Well, let me explain to you how wary I am. Who do you think asked for this match? Who do you think asked for hardcore? Ever since I came to SCW, I seem to have become the joke of the week for numerous weeks running. So me in all my splendor got an idea. Call it foolish but I figured I will call out the angriest dog on the block, and invite him to my backyard. Sure the upper echelon was a little hesitant to book this match and claim that it is for what you will do to me, but in reality it is because they have seen what I have done, what I am capable of, and they don’t want to lose a star talent to a possible career ending injury. I’ve done battle with the worst, gone to war with the best. I’ve got the scars to back up everything I spiel, and Sean, you will soon realize why I am the Original Psycho. Not a psycho, not an American Psycho, British Psycho, none of that crap, I am the original and at Climax Control live from Milan, Italy, there will be no Milan Miracle, it will be a Milan Massacre.


Shipman laughs with his trademark sadistic tone as he calls for his check again.

Shipman: Stupid guinea asses. They think they are so clever, making you wait an unreasonable amount of time for your bill in hopes you will order more stuff. And don’t bother tipping them; they already factor that into the bill as a type of tax. Annoying bastards.


The waiter finally brings Shipman the bill and walks away a little disgruntled. Shipman looks at it and leaves a couple bills and coins on the table and walks away. The camera follows from the side.

Shipman: Now as I said before Sean, I am not going to tell you what I have done in the past, especially with screwdrivers and mason jars, but if you go on Efukt you will see my videos. No, this time I will tell you what I am going to do to you and or your corpse depending how long you can last in that ring with me. See it will start with a slow beat down with some chairs, to numb your body. Than I will use some kendo sticks to make your flesh sting, and bring feeling back to your anatomy. While you are in a corner wincing in pain trying to get back into the fight, I will be on the floor, setting up tables. One flaming, another wrapped in barbed wire and flaming, a third covered in thumbtacks and flaming, and finally one covered in light tubes. Once I toss your body through each of those, I will look under that ring and pull out a bag, and inside it will be a syringe. Whether or not I fill it with AIDS infected blood again is not for sure, you just better hope you are lucky when I take it and stick it through the inside of your cheek, squirting the contents out for all to see. Than if you are lucky, I will have had enough fun torturing you until my House of Pain lowers from the ceiling and we end up scrapping in SCW’s most violent, bloodiest, barbaric, sickening, match ever inside of that barbed wire hell. A hell I willingly call home while others call it the career killer. If you make it out of our hardcore match unscathed or even unchanged, you better buy a lottery ticket because you will be the luckiest piece of trash alive. If you thought you had wars before, if you are having so much trouble with Gabriel, well Sean, this is merely just the beginning of your end because at Climax Control, I am going to be the only one walking away and I will be the only one with my hand raised. I will see you Sunday.

Shipman walks away from the camera as the scene fades to black.

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Climax Control Archives / fun in Romania
« on: March 26, 2015, 01:11:46 AM »
 The scene opens up inside an office. There is a large wooden desk centered off the back wall with papers scattered across the top of it. Cases of books line the left and right walls.  Behind the desk is a leather office chair, behind that a tall window. Standing in front of the window is the recognizable figure of Shipman. He has a glass in one hand which looks to be a whisky on the rocks. He takes periodic sips as he stares out the window. The sound of a door closing causes him to turn and he sees Synn walk into the office. Shipman sits down in the chair, sets his drink on the desk and folds his hands behind his head as Synn approaches him.


Shipman: I was wondering if you were going to show. I know I don’t spend as much time with you and the rest of the Sins as I should but hey, I am a busy guy.

Synn: That is what I wanted to talk to you about. You used to be such a dominant force in this business but something has set you off that track. You came to SCW with such potential and now you are a joke. This week though we will get you back on track.

Shipman: And how do you plan on that?

Synn: This week, you get to face Old Skool one on one with myself on the outside to offer instruction.

Shipman: No DQ?

Synn: Standard rules.

Shipman: Not interested. A cocky arrogant asshole who is such a bad representation of the armed forces deserves to get their ass beaten to a pulp by the King of Violence.

Synn: That is why you have to stop this lone wolf mentality. You have a whole gang of potential partners here with you and with some tweaking, we can make the rules sway in your favor.

Shipman: I think I get what you are saying Synn. Let’s see how we can execute this at Climax Control.

Synn nods at Shipman as Shipman stands up. Synn begins to leave the office as Shipman stares him down. Once the door closes Shipman goes back to the window.

Shipman: So once again I will find Old Skool across the ring from me, and quite frankly I am not surprised seeing that out of the four men that were in the four corners match, we were the only two not involved in the decision, so as I see it, that leads to unfinished business. Now Climax Control may be standard rules, but I will make sure our business is finished because I am not just a psychopath with a hunger for violence, I have also become quite familiar in the world of submission, which in turn, eliminates the disadvantage I had by following the rules. Now you can whine and complain about how it is unfair for Synn to be at ringside but really think about it, when have I used outside help? That’s right, never.

Shipman finishes his glass of whisky and turns towards the desk. He sets the glass down and rummages through the papers.

Shipman: Now Old Skool, I do not know who you are trying to fool, or why no one has noticed this yet but you are probably one of the sickest people here. What, are you surprised by this statement? Well hear me out. I call you sick because you pose as a member of the armed forces when in fact I know you have never done squat, you are just a poser. Some ass clown who gets his jollies pretending while real men and women are sacrificing their lives so we can conduct our jobs in the ring. Hell I could probably tell you “left wheel” and you will probably think I am talking cars. And it is this disrespect you show that makes me want to kick your ass all over Romania, right to Constanta so the Russians can have a turn with you.

On a side note for all the SCW fans making the trek to the shit hole of a country, beer is cheaper than Pepsi and Coke. However do not fuck the locals, it wasn’t that long ago condoms were practically illegal here.

Shipman opens up a drawer and places most of the papers in it.

Shipman: Old Skool, you survived our last encounter but mark my words, there will not be two other superstars standing between us so you will get my full attention. This week you will experience true hell when I twist you up into a human pretzel, and listen to your screams of agony before I hear the sound of your hands slapping the canvas. This will only be the beginning. I know I said it before but I have never been so focused. I will prove once and for all to the SCW wrestler that I am the meanest most vicious man that has walked into that six sided ring. I will show everyone why there was such pandemonium when I signed here. Old Skool, you can continue to act tough, but I see beyond the farce and at Climax Control, I will once again stand victorious in the middle of the ring.

Shipman stops as sirens begin to drown him out.

Shipman: Babies die in the streets every day, but eat one and everyone loses their minds.

The scene fades to black as Shipman exits the office.

15
Climax Control Archives / Shipman vs The World
« on: December 17, 2014, 07:29:44 AM »
 The scene opens up at a foggy cemetery at night. The fog swirls amongst the tombstones. A light winter’s breeze blows some foliage around the ground. As the camera pans around it comes to an un-kept part of the cemetery. There are cheap looking crosses in rows with little plaques on the bottom. As the view goes form cross to cross and the names on the plaques become visible, it is obvious these are no ordinary grave sites.  The eerie silence is broken by the sound of a shovel digging in dirt. Shipman is seen digging more graves and he seems happy.  He looks up, towards the camera and sets the shovel down. He sits on a pile of fresh dirt behind him.

Shipman: A last chance battle royal, which is what the future holds for me? Please as if last Climax Control wasn’t easy enough slamming Hydro with a London Calling. But to sweeten the deal, the winner of the battle royal gets to perform double duty and face Sephiroth Du Lac for a shot at the roulette championship. Well since I don’t know anybody here, I can guarantee not many here know about me, know my records in battle royals. They say a battle royal is one of the hardest matches ever. That is where they are wrong. For you see, I thrive for battle royals. Next to violence they are a specialty. I am eleven and one all time in battle royals, and even that one loss people still knew I was for real when I went up against nine legends of that federation, well eight legends and one man that could have liposuction and still be considered morbidly obese. I only lost that match to a man who could never laced my boots one on one, but that is another story. But hey, it’s all about challenges and I know after the impact I have made here in the SCW that I will have a target on my back heading into climax control. Whether it’s Blasted Monk, Johnny Ajax, Lord Raab, Joshua Acquin, or the fan favorite Bruce Evans that targets me, the fact will remain that it will be Shipman versus the world at climax control, and I will beat down and toss each and every one of you over that top rope just to prove my point that I am the one destined to be the meanest, toughest, most vicious roulette championship in SCW history.


Shipman stands up on the dirt pile and looks down at the graves he dug. Six crosses can be seen all lined up at the end of the row.

Shipman: This is almost like standing on top of the mountain.


Shipman chuckles to himself before going back to addressing the camera.

Shipman: Now normally I would do something like Shipman Theatre for this but not this time. No, this time I am just going to look at the list of men in front of me, and verbally assault them before they get into that ring and I continue to make believer out of them, the fans, and the rest of the so called roster of the SCW. Now let me do this with a twist. I will start with monsieur parle vous ding dong francais. For those that do not speak language of the frog, that means I am starting with the person who faces the victor of the battle royal Sephiroth Du Lac. Now just because he has a French name am I to assume he speaks French? Maybe not, I know lots of people with French names that can’t speak a word of the language, why they would want to is beyond me, but that is beside the point. Wait, wait, wait. Now I heard about this guy who should be known as Mr. Lake. He thinks he is a vampire. Well when I win the battle royal and pay a visit to Mr. Lake, he will not be the first “vampire” I have faced and he will not be the last. With the last vampire I faced, I almost inject him with a needle full of AIDS infected blood and I would have gotten away with it if it wasn’t for his girlfriend sticking her nose in where it didn’t belong, but she disappeared shortly afterwards. Now you Seph, I know you are full of your little light tricks, like biting people, so on and so forth, in other words you fancy yourself a little sadomasochist party. They usually got fun lights, and biting, and the usual whips and chains. Hey maybe after our match I can give you the number of my dominatrix, she could set you up with something. After all, you are going to need some comfort as I clip your bat wings, and slap all over that ring on my way to the tournament finals.


Shipman slides down the dirt pile on his feet and begins walking through the cemetery. He takes a look back at his cemetery and spits over the cross that reads “Bill Barnhart Jr.”

Shipman: So now to the battle royal where we got a mish mash of everything in that ring. We have “The Original Psycho”, a ninja, some curtain jerker, an angry Nazi, some unknown, and then a man who appears to be the next in line on the path of destruction. You can all figure out who each of you are but for now I will address you all by name.

First at bat is Joshua, now what is your story? I did try to research but I got sidetracked by Brazilian Lesbian Fart Porn. It is so hot watching their hair blow in the “wind”. Does that concern you by how little I give a damn about you Joshua? I would rather jerk off to lesbians then prepare for you. Hell paint drying is more enjoyable to watching you or listening to you. I could go on and on about how little I care but then it would seem I care. I recommend you save yourself some dignity when you come to that ring at Climax Control, and just jump over the top right away because unlike everyone else in this match, they at least gave me a little something to talk about. Yes you may have gotten me to talk about lesbian sex, but this is still a family show, I think, and I can’t stand here all day talking about the sounds of two wet vaginas grinding against each other. Now if you do decide to stay in that ring and try to fight your way to the finals, well then I will just have to hurt you that much more, and I would really hate to have to mutilate you before you go and visit family for the holidays. Some be a man, do what is best for you and your family. I am sure you don’t want to bleed into the mashed potatoes.

Then there is a man who probably doesn’t celebrate Christmas, that Blasted Monk. I don’t know if he thinks he Yakuza, Triad, Ronin, or what. However I do find it funny, since at one time I was Reverend Chris Shipman, and now I am fighting a monk. This is a comedy, a tragic one but still a comedy. The Church of Shipman versus I am going to say Buddhist? Hell if it wasn’t for Buddha then people like that four hundred pound whale in the fifth row, stuffing her face with nachos and a two liter bottle of coke wouldn’t think she has the body of a god. So I will applaud your god for bringing self-esteem to the millions of fat bodies around the world. But that will not stop what I do in that ring when I trample your monk ass all over before I toss you over the top rope. What’s that? I am full of shit? Well yes, I have been a little constipated as of late but I got a little more fiber in my diet so we should be doing a lot better here in a bit. My question for you Monk is this though, do you really think some chops, slaps, kicks, Jackie Chan type shit is going to stop me? I have been thrown through piles of barbed wire, lit on fire, hell I was even attacked with a chainsaw and here I am still standing when if you look around and none of the people that perpetrated those attacks are here. Their careers lay in the graves back there where yours and the other five men of the evening will soon lie. Monk, try what you must but rest assured you will not be the one going on to face Mr. Lake for a spot in the finals.

Next on the hit parade is one, Johnny Ajax. A man who is your stereotypical wrestler. Some guy who comes out in his little tights, taunts the fans, plays off of them, jump around the ring a bit. You all know the whole shtick. So I guess in a sense this is where opposites attract? The wrestler versus the ultra-violent brawler that could care less about anyone’s safety. Good versus evil. But unlike Hollywood portrayals, this form of evil that I am always comes out on top. Johnny, you have to realize that being some pretty boy in that ring whether the fans love you or hate you, it only gets you so far. You have to do something different, or in my case be yourself. Sure there have been lots of “psychos” before me but only I strike fear, only I have the cajones to go that next step. How many people do you know cream themselves when surrounded by a cell of barbed wire? How many people do you know will attack an opponent with anything at his disposal including a human fetus? Mutilate dogs, chase reporters with a chainsaw? Hell I got a rap sheet ten miles long in the wrestling world, hell SCW is the only place left for little ole me. While you are there looking like something that just came out of some indie fed trying to make a name for yourself. Well I hope people already noticed you because when you step into the battle royal, there will be no time for you to make a name for yourself because I will beat you into a pulp and throw you limb by limb over that top rope. Maybe I will decapitate your legs and watch your torso squirm on the floor because after all, you are not eliminated until both feet touch the floor. Snicker at that all you want but just ask the people that know me, that have the possibility of being a legitimate threat as the sun coming up in the mornings. Johnny, I strongly suggest you put on your wrestling tights, lace up your boots real good, go join Monk in praying to Buddha that I will have mercy on you, and just hope I go into Climax Control in a good mood, because when all is said and done, and the rest of you are laying on the floor, it will be how I feel that day that will decide how badly I hurt you.

And then we travel across the pond to the angry German Raab. What can I say about him, like the people of Germany hide their past, Raab hides his face behind a mask. Maybe he is Hitler, after all his body was never recovered. All joking aside, I do feel like I got drafted to the minor leagues when I see the list of people I have in front of me. Raab you are no exception. Just like your country can’t win a war, you will not be winning the war at Climax Control. Even Ajax has a better chance at winning then you do, and he doesn’t even have a Jew’s chance in….ooh I may want to leave that one, bit of a touchy subject, but you get the idea. And to think before I started having to watch a few of your matches, I liked the stories I had about you, but then I discovered they were more myth then truth, but hey, at least people are talking about you. Hell technically I am talking about you so there you go, a bit of credibility to your career, you can go on and tell people you stepped in the ring with Chris Shipman, hell maybe you can put on your resume “embarrassed by Shipman, managed to walk away.” Hell if that doesn’t get you a job then nothing will. In all fairness though Raab, I could ramble on about some German wrestling stereotypes, or German history, but I’m not. What I will do though is ensure my spot in the finals after this week. Obviously I can’t do it here, I can only speak maybe some visual aids for the hearing impaired, but when we step into that ring, you will realize that not even a mask can save you from bleeding. Not even some skill will stop you from getting your ass kicked, and most importantly, not even mats on the floor will cushion the fall when you get tossed over that top rope. Hey that just gave me an idea! Raab, not to cut away from you for a minute but I got to ask something right here, right now.

SCW management, can you hear me. Good. Listen to this. Roulette Championship, you never know the stipulation, right? Well here, I know it isn’t quite the same but here is a stipulation for you. Take this battle royal, and make it four sides of death battle royal. One side, say tables, the next how about a mass pile of light tubes, the next let’s say a mound of barbed wire, and maybe a surprise for the last side. They say whoever goes on to win this just wanted more, well the will to survive just makes the want even greater.

See Raab that is how it is done. Now whether my idea is actually put forward will remain to be seen but with that said, either way I will have fun at Climax Control when I kick your Nazi ass all over that ring before launching you over that top rope and waving bye-bye. And then there were two.



Shipman stops at the gates to the cemetery. He looks back at all the graves, and looks in the direction of his cemetery in the back. A twisted smile slowly goes across his face.

Shipman: As I foresee, this match will come down to two men. Myself and Bruce Evans. It seems to me that to make an impact here, he will be the man to beat. He is the only man in this match who I am let to believe will give me the greatest challenge and one I am certainly looking forward to. Oh Bruce, everyone seems to have you pegged to walk away cleaning in this. The polls say you, the Vegas lines say you. Hell the cards say you. It’s almost like playing blackjack and you are showing a king, while I sit with a two. But what will happen in an odd turn of events is you hit, I stay. You draw a Jack, busting at 22, I reveal an ace winning with 13. What does playing Blackjack have to do with our match you might ask? Well it is simple really, it doesn’t matter what you do in the ring, outside the ring, in your bedroom, I will always be one up on you and I will always be the victor against you. Just like the rest of the SCW that haven’t heard the stories, you don’t know what I have or haven’t done, what is fact? What is fiction? I will always keep you guessing. I have proven myself that I can out swing anybody with a chair, and I can get as technical as the best of them. I am the greatest all around wrestler ever, and it is that that will aid me in winning yet another battle royal and once again goes a ripple in the calm landscape of the SCW. Seriously Bruce, what can you do to me? DO you really think you are going to toss me over that top rope? Hell all five of you are probably going to gang up on me like the men do to the women in India, and try to eliminate me, but you will all fail. That Roulette championship is mine and I am not going to let anyone especially you Bruce to stop me. That is the only reason I came to the SCW in the first place is to win that belt and become the most dominating Roulette Champion in history. By beating you Bruce, will just add more credibility to me. Hell look what I did to Hydro with barbed wire, and that was just a little side track because he thought he was going to get rid of me with a sneak attack. I didn’t even want anything with him. So imagine what I am going to do to you since you are in the way of my wants. Bruce, this is going to be a fight, but for you it is not a fight to advance to the semi-finals to face a vampire, it is going to be a fight for your career. I am the most sadistic son of a bitch to ever lace up a pair of boots, and I will prove that once again at the battle royal.

Well that is my list. So to my opponents in the battle royal, just remember one thing. The reason you are all here is because you lost your matches. Mine never happened. Therefore, in reality, it is me versus five losers. Deny it all you want but when push comes to shove I speak the gospel truth. So to those five men, and to my later victim Mr. Lake, say you’re your prayers, get your sleep, bring up your pain tolerance, and make sure you got good medical coverage because this week at Climax Control there will be no stopping me. I will be free to do as I please in that ring and that is exactly what I do to ensure it will be me in the finals and become the next Roulette champion. Toodles.


And with that Shipman exits the cemetery and walks down the street, disappearing behind the ever continuing wall of fog. His laughter can be heard echoing through the still night as the scene fades to black.

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Climax Control Archives / MY SCW DEBUT! (a lil rusty)
« on: October 09, 2014, 08:56:48 PM »
 The scene opens to a close up of a doll dressed in a barbed wire dress. It begins to dance and sing "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" by Tiny Tim. When the doll finished dancing it's hands move over it's mouth and it lets out a little giggle as the camera zooms out. We see Chris Shipman is playing with the doll.

Chris Shipman: Hello there SCW. I am Chris Shipman, but you already knew that. And this is my new friend, Crazy Mary. Say hi Mary.

Mary: Hello everybody *giggle* I can't wait to play with all of you.

Shipman: Ok Mary, in due time. Now as you all saw at Climax Control, I have made my official return to active duty and with some old friends of mine in the Sins. And God knows there isn't a bigger sinner then me in this business. Hell, I just showed up out of the blue and began choking people out with my old barbed wire noose.

Crazy Mary "giggles" and dances. Shipman motions to stop as he continues.

Shipman: Now I could go on about my history and show everyone here in the SCW why I am the most vile, perverted, inhumane wrestler ever. But I am not one to live and dwell in the past. Instead I look forward to the new path of destruction that I begin. I look forward to the Fort Benning Gym, and I look forward to Ryan Kidd.

Mary: OOO fresh meat.

Shipman: Now, now Mary. Give the guy credit. He has never faced a man like me in that ring or any ring and when we meet, any hopes of a long a illustrious career who will be left in that ring in shambles. Because you see Mr. Kidd, I am the legend of legends. I am the most respected, feared, and hated hard-core icon. And I am the man that will take SCW to levels it has never even thought of. And you are just the first tree to get knocked down to clear the path of destruction I am on. For you see every path I have been on is so worn out, it is about time I start carving out a new one. I have gone from sadistic street fights in GWA where I won by running a man down, I’ve battled inside the steel cages of UWF while dueling with chainsaws. Fast forward to my last home in AWA where I electrocuted dogs, dumped my nephew’s ashes all over the floor, had live sessions with a dominatrix, so on and so forth. SO as you can see Ryan, there was only so much I could do, so I had no other option then to give SCW a try and maybe show all you whipper-snappers what it truly means to be hardcore.

Shipman lifts Mary up and begins acting like she is whispering in his ear.

Shipman: No Mary, I can’t do that now, it’s too early. Yes I think they know about the relationship. Yes I know you don’t like the bear but that’s not my problem. The Sins are back in business and their missing piece of the puzzle is back from the dead. No I don’t know why his name is Ryan and not Little.

Excuse me, Mary can talk, you know how women can be.

No Mary, I am not going to stick those in your back end on TV. Talk to me later and we will see what we can do.


Mary bends over as in a pout as Shipman continues.

Shipman: Ryan, I am going to go out on a limb and presume that you will be like my last foes and sound like a broken record. Shipman is a brawler, he can’t wrestle in a standard match and since he can’t use his barbed wire noose he is weaker then kid with cancer. But you see that is where you would be wrong, if my presumption about you is correct, and that my history speaks for itself as in I have faced every challenge and every rule put in front of me for the past eight years and I walked away from each and everyone smiling bigger then I have the last, granted some of those big smiles were actually gaping wounds on my body but that is beside the point.

Shipman has a quick rub over his scars and almost seems to get an orgasmic trance remembering his wars. After a moment he comes to and looks squarely into the camera. His voice gets very stern, his tone cold. The look in his eyes would make even the most hardened man’s hairs on his neck stand up.

Shipman: Ryan Kidd. At Climax Control, I will make my SCW debut. This is something that has been long awaited. Something many men feared of. Call me what you will; psycho, pervert, joe schmo. The fact is when you step into that ring with me, and you look into these eyes in person. When you feel the atmosphere I bring to that ring. You will only then realize how bad of a shit storm you have just walked into. You will look for an escape. You will cry for your mother’s soothing touch. That is when it hits you, the only thing you will feel is pain, but not just physically but emotionally and mentally. What do you think will run through your mind when after the match you will be hanging off the ground by a barbed wire noose? What do you think will be going through mine as I laugh watching your struggling only cause the barbs to dig in deeper and turn your flesh into human coleslaw. Don't let Crazy Mary, Plaster Stormy, or anything else I associate myself with fool you. When you step inside that ring, you will not be facing a man, you will be facing a remorseless animal with an unquenchable thirst for blood. I don't care if it's "A" positive, "B" negative, "O", it all tastes the same.

Shipman gets a sneer on his face as he prepares to finish up.

Shipman: So Ryan, the choice is yours, how will you fall. London Calling? Shipman Lock? Hangman? Or just beat the piss out of you until you learn not to cross the king of violence.

On a side note before I bid farewell for now. Steve Ramone. Win, lose, or draw, I will be paying extra close attention to you in your match just to see if you are still as I remember. A worthless piece of crap that couldn't lace my boots on his best day.

Ok Mary, we got to go meet up with The Sins, and discuss some things and catch up.


Mary: Ah but I hate that bear.

Shipman: Be nice, that bear has gotten me some wonderful opportunities. Ryan, before I go just remember, Shipman is my name, violence is my game. Toodles.

With the catchphrase from wrestler's nightmares once again spewed, Shipman takes Mary and walks off camera as the scene fades to black.

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