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Climax Control Archives / Enlightenment Lesson 8: Internet Trolls

« on: March 10, 2021, 08:52:15 AM »

Narrator: Good day to you all. It has indeed been a significant amount of time since we have been in this position, but there has been a pandemic on and speaking of which. The pandemic changed a lot of people over the past fifteen months, some people who you might have thought of the quiet neighbours John and Joan turned in to survivalists, panic buying and hoarding, some people went in to a full state of hideout, locking the doors and windows and shutting the curtains, hoping for the time to pass. Businesses had to think on their feet and find a way to be profitable. Some had more empathy than others, Sin City Wrestling being one of them. Tony Thorn was not a regular wrestler, he, by his own admittance, uses SCW for a greater purpose and SCW use Tony Thorn as somewhat an attraction, using his mind for things away from the ring. Tony had not been around since his battle slight battle with Jack'd The Ripper in an off the cuff match, taking his chance to return to his hometown, Lima, Ohio to force more knowledge in to his head. The weather was slightly warming and Tony had taken to spending a little time outside.

Outside the front of Tony's house, his shared home with his mother Victoria, Tony sat on the lawn, looking at the empty streets in front of him, deserted due to the fear of the pandemic.

Narrator: This was a sadly familiar sight. Streets were mostly empty, only the non believers walked freely, spouting garbage from their mouths about this being a hoax, while within ten miles, people were dying in hospital.

Tony breathes deeply as he looks around at the once busy street, the usual sight of children playing, and people making their way to work, slowly becoming a distant memory. His thoughts were short lived as his mother appeared behind him.

Victoria: Son, I just got a call from that beef cake who plays for the other team from SCW.

Tony: Ah, how is Mr. Underwood?

Victoria frowns as she looks at her seated son.

Victoria: I didn't fucking ask. He just called to say he would like you to return to the ring on Sunday.

Tony tapped his chin as he tilted his head back to look through his black thick rimmed glasses.

Tony: Oh? Against whom?

Victoria: Well, that's the thing. They said against a guy called Gabriel Thomas Wank.

Narrator: Tony had heard that name before, yet not in wrestling circles. His urge to keep his finger on the pulse of the world had lead him down strange paths before.

Tony: The Internet troll? The man who seems to get a boost of morale from trying to make people feel bad?

Victoria: Fucked if I know but his nickname is The Troll. The fuck? What is he, one of those blue haired bastards or something that lives under a bridge.

Tony smiled with amusement as he looked at his mother upside down before sitting up on his knees and getting himself to his feet.

Tony: Not exactly mother. An Internet troll is someone who finds pleasure in the taunting of others in an online situation. They will insult, they will try to hurt others from the safety of their homes.

Victoria: Why?

Tony: Personal empowerment. These gentlemen don't seem to have this in their own lives so they tend to use the anonymous side of online sources to feel empowered.

Victoria: Men? As in grown adults?

Tony: Most trolls tend to be that way. Grown men who should be functioning members of society, yet are not.

Victoria: So men, acting like bullies online?

Tony: Yes, they have claimed lives of many young person who can not handle their constant insults. Many young life has been lost to these online bullies. Frankly, they should be charged with murder.

Victoria gritted her teeth as a soft growl was forced from her throat.

Victoria: Fucking cowards!

Tony: I agree mother, yet they have social flaws. Allow me to show you.

Tony pointed to the house and slowly started to walk, leading his mother through the door and in to the home. He quickly moves to the sofa and picks up a laptop and opens it up as he takes a seat and his mother sits next to him. Tony clicks a few buttons.

Tony: Twitter, the home of many trolls.

Narrator: It was sadly true, as much as social media had helped grow many businesses, has helped promote many things, it was also a germ filled toxic place, full of people out for themselves and willing to pull people down with the stroke of a few keys. It was a place where so called friends made other friends feel bad by tweeting away while not replying to messages. Frankly, Twitter was a rancid place.

Victoria looked at the screen as Tony searched just a few things.

Victoria: How do you know what to look for?

Tony: It doesn't take long for ugly to rear it's face, especially in our business. There's always someone willing to drag down someone else out of jealousy. Like this guy.

Tony tapped his finger on the screen and smiled.

Tony: Look at this supposed man, TCEM as a screen name, I'm sure that means something to him, but look at the way he attacks. He's trying to drag down someone who has achieved more than him. Just by his tweets, I would think he is at least thirty years old. The way he types and puts himself across, I would hazard a guess that he doesn't have many, if any, friends in real life. Possibly a small town guy who did not finish college, maybe not even an attendee at any type of college. Probably in a menial job, something like gas station attention, who does not get any sort of human interaction. Like most trolls, I would say he is single and spends most of his nights looking at a screen, hoping to spend a night picking up on others flaws in his uneducated way. To capitalize curse words show a distinct lack of intelligence.

Victoria: What a fucking loser.

Tony: Indeed. His whole kick in life is the Internet and to try and damage people's mental states. If I am correct, this is a man over thirty, trying to bully.

Victoria shook her head at the thought.

Victoria: What about this guy? He seems to jump in to everything too that this TCEM says.

Tony looked closer at the screen.

Tony: GXB. Interesting handle, but do you notice mother, he doesn't directly attack the same person as the other gentlemen? He replies to him, adding his comments, like he's looking for the approval of the ringleader. He's a cheerleader, probably too scared to go against this TCEM guy. He's just there to wave the flag and get approval. My profiling skills says the man is closer to forty, the hippy type, tied dye head bands, long hair, smokes a lot of green things. Has nothing to add of his own accord, just looking for the protection of others and to feel part of something, regardless of the fact that their actions could lead to people claiming their own lives. This guy could step away, he could walk away and no one would notice, but he wants to be noticed. He wants to be noticed by TCEM.

Victoria: Maybe he wants to get on his dick.

Narrator: She always did have a way with words.

Tony: I wouldn't be surprised. The way he handles himself, the way he seems excited by the other, I wouldn't be surprised if both had those tendencies and this tough, macho act online is just their way of hiding the fact that they have an interest in each other.

Victoria: Sounds like two guys with little dicks trying to take people's attention off that.

Tony: I don't believe many people would want to find out, but the fact remains, these are two supposed adults, making threats towards people online, because they know if they tried to do it to someone face to face, they would get knocked out. It's what it's all about mother. It's about trying to feel powerful, when realistically, there's no power. You need to look at yourself and at the age you are, ask the question is that what you want to do with your life? Do you want your only feeling of importance to be given to you by telling someone they are bad at something? Do you want people to remember you as someone who actually offered something to life, or the person who tried to take other lives away?

Victoria: Should be a law against it, or at least put these pussies in a room with me and let me handle it.

Tony: They have no worth to the world. These are grown men that should be contributing something to the world, yet their pleasure is from taking down others from behind a screen. On Sunday mother, I get to send a message to the whole troll community. I get to show them what happens to people who troll others for the sake of it. I get to hurt one of their own and show them if I ever happen to stumble across these people, I will hurt them too.

Victoria: May be a new business idea, troll hunting.

Tony lowered his glasses as he looked towards his mother and smiled.

Tony: Maybe mother.... maybe...

Narrator: And now we go to the most ironic of places, the usual habitat of a troll, a basement.

A light shines down on a table where a blue haired troll doll sits. Tony sits opposite the plastic figure, a knife on the table in front of him. Tony leans his elbows on the table, his chin resting on his hand.

Tony: Trolls are despicable people, in fact it's a disservice to humanity to even put them in the same class as humans, because although the DNA shows there's humanity in their body, in their souls, there's nothing. A dark void, an emptiness they are looking to fill by inserting themselves on others on an online medium. That black hole in their souls, their emptiness, that is what they try to fill by dragging others in to their sad, pathetic lives, don't you agree?

Tony moves his head towards the doll, tilting his head for an answer.

Tony: I'm delighted that you do agree. These people need to step back and evaluate their whole existence. Does it make you feel more of a man to constantly be a horrible excuse for a human being to hide your own shortcomings? Because behind every troll, there is a shortcoming. Did your mother never show you love? Did your father run away and you're now taking it out on the online world? Does it feel great to you to run in a little online gang to attack people when you're a grown adult.

Tony runs his fingers over the trolls hair.

Tony: Let that sink in, grown adults in an online gang, trying to hurt other people.

Tony puts his face closer to the doll.

Tony: How fucking sad do you have to be, to be part of that and pat each other on the back like you're actually achieving something?

Tony moves his head away.

Tony: You might feel tough, but the rest of the world see you as you are. Sad, pathetic, immature, a loser, a person who adds nothing to the world. Just an oxygen thief, looking for pats on the back from other oxygen thieves. Truth is, if you disappeared, if you were to not wake up one morning, no one would care. You wouldn't stay in the memories of people, because you don't know real life people. You seem to feel you have more knowledge than most, or opinions on everything and try to sound like you know what you're talking about, but you don't. You switch things to fit your narrative because you don't have an ounce of truth.

Tony sighs.

Tony: I never liked people who act like they know everything. It makes it so much more difficult for those of us who actually do.

Tony slowly shakes his head.

Tony: Trolls lives are built on lies, trolls think if they shout it loud enough, people will listen, people will believe, but what do they do when ask to present the truth? They shout louder, spreading their lies to convince people, yet really, they're trying to convince themselves. I believe in the truth, but these sorry excuses for people will say whatever they can to discredit others. Their whole life is a lie.

Tony lifts the doll up from the table and holds it towards his face.

Tony: Can you not see what a drab life you lead or shall I continue?

He holds the doll up, nose to nose.

Tony: This embodies my opponent, Gabriel Thomas Wank. It's fairly poignant on why you chose to vent your anger on the world, because you do embody someone who is pissed off at the world. Look at you, you're a mess, you have no pride in your appearance, you're like all those other little faceless, losers. Trolls have that in common, messy, overweight, slob like people and look at you Gabriel, you're a mess. Maybe the anger appears over than unfortunate surname you happen to have. Although I do not tend to mix with my co-workers, I have heard the English members of the locker room use your last name in a difference sense, so should others have learned the meaning of your surname, maybe they bullied you, maybe that turned you in to this famous Internet troll that you are.

Tony tilts the doll backwards.

Tony: Every Internet troll has been a victim of bullying, from TCEM, to GXB, to you Gabriel, you have all been victims yet you choose to become the bully, become the person who made your lives a living hell. Well I am fighting back against people like you and you have made one big mistake Gabriel, you broke cover. We all know who you are, and although I will not understand how you managed to find your way to Sin City Wrestling, I am indeed grateful, as are every person you've ever spoke a harsh word against.

Tony lays the doll down flat.

Tony: Every single person you've ever laid a harsh word against will be me on Sunday. Every single person you've sent a message to being a bastard will be me, every person you've encouraged to stop doing what they love to do, will be me. Everyone you've ever told to kill themselves, will be me and I will hurt you so bad, none of those harsh words of yours will ever hurt anyone again, because every time you throw a harsh word at them, I want them to remind you of the beating I am going to put you through. I want them to show you that you're nothing at all in this world, and no one would care if you were gone tomorrow. I'm going to hurt you Gabriel, I'm going to hurt you for everything you've ever done to people.

Narrator: Sounding like a face here, Tony.

Tony: In this story, I am the good guy here, cause I will serve justice for everyone who has ever been abused by one of these losers. I will strike in vengeance for everyone who has had a coward shout something behind a screen and hide. I will show the world that these little bitches are nothing to be scared of, nothing to fear. I will show everyone just how insignificant these people are and that their opinions, their messages mean nothing. Laugh at these people, because they are truly the clowns of the Internet, smile when they try to insult, because they do not have the intelligence to do anything else. Remember, these people are like the new kid at school on the outside, they insult you because they want to be near you, they want you to notice them, because everyone else ignores them. Join the ignoring side and I will beat the living shit out of Gabriel Thomas Wank to show you that these people are nothing, screen protecting them or not. Earth's biggest losers. Gabriel, I am going to hurt you so much, every little troll you've ever known, will feel it.

Tony picks up the knife from the table and drives it through the heart of the troll doll.

Tony: You have been enlightened.

Tony turns to walk away as the camera cuts out.

Supercard Archives / Tony Thorn V Teddy Warren

« on: June 04, 2020, 10:55:54 PM »

Enlightenment Lesson 7: Seeking Attention

Narrator: Attention, it's ironic, that is a word that Tony Thorn didn't want around him. He wanted people to listen to him from afar, take his words at a distance, I guess you could say social distancing was being practiced by the young man, long before it was enforced all over the world. He never wanted his presence to distract from the words he was speaking. He knew he had been garnering attention since he returned, since he chose Teddy Warren as his target. People have been speaking about him more, they've paid good attention to what has been happening. From the second he walked to that ring and sat down to speak to people with a microphone for the first time ever, just a few weeks ago, people had been blown away. It wasn't what he was looking for, it wasn't what he was seeking, but that was the reason Teddy Warren had been targeted, he looked for it, found it, then threw it away. That's is what put a bulls eye on his back. Let us go back when Tony returned to the SCW roster and had to join the rest of the roster at the hotel.

April 23rd

Tony sits in The Saxon Hotel, looking through the window at the world. His eyes moving around the near deserted streets of Las Vegas.

Narrator: He didn't have a problem with not being in the outside world, he'd had years of sitting alone, being alone and actually found it peaceful to do so. Not many people he knew were on the same wavelength he was on. Many decided he was part of the not cool side of the spectrum because he knew things they could never comprehend, so he was perfectly fine being able to spend time on his own.

Victoria: I'm gonna go fucking mad if I end up stuck in this hotel room for months.

Narrator: Tony's mother, Victoria on the other hand, was not at peace with the thought of being stuck in the hotel room for an extended period of time.

Tony turns around to look at his mother sitting on a nearby chair, her hands wringing together with power. Tony looks through the thick rims of his glasses towards her.

Tony: You don't have to stay in the room mother. Although the outside world may have had to pause activities, the information I got from Misters Ward and Underwood seemed to indicate to me that the hotel is what one could describe, as being in a bubble. It's protected at every viable opportunity, including testing those who leave, much more often than people who abide by the rules. Another way to protect your own safety is to not be around said people who feel this virus is a hoax, or ones who choose to simple leave.

Tony points to the door with his right hand.

Tony: You are free to leave at any time, but for the sake of safety mother, I would recommend you find some hand sanitizer, do not touch anything you do not have to and keep a safe distance.

Victoria springs to her feet and looks at the door.

Narrator: She knew Tony had been looking at the virus, the numbers, everything possible since the outbreak started. He knew it would be hard to cure, but couldn't help but look in to it to see if there was something useful in his mind to help slow the spread. She trusted his word if she stuck to the safety measures.

Victoria: And how will you be spending your afternoon?

Tony ran his fingers over his smooth chin, his forefinger just resting under his lip.

Tony: I don't know mother.

Victoria: You should get out of the room for a bit, go and show your face around, see the people you worked with before. We got here late and saw no one from the roster. People would have missed you.

Tony: Hardly. There wasn't people I liked on the roster anyway and the two I felt any sort of human connection with, one disappeared and the other turned out to be a vile human being. I don't believe there's one person around that would even notice my presence.

Narrator: Victoria wanted to be out of the door, but refused to leave her son on his own in a room with little to occupy his time.

Tony: Please, go and explore and stay safe. Maybe I will take a book and sit in the gardens soon. Today is fairly warm for the time of year compared to Ohio.

Victoria: It's fucking boiling here compared to Ohio.

Tony lays his hand out pointing towards the door with his open palm.

Tony: Please, I will be perfectly fine.

Victoria looks at Tony hesitantly, but the smile on her son's face shows his sincerity.

Victoria: Ok, but if you need me, I'm just a phone call away.

Tony: I shall be fine, but please mother, try not to hurt anyone today. It would be an absolute disaster for Sin City Wrestling to have me return, only to have to send us home.

Victoria: I can't promise anything.

Victoria smiles at her son and Tony gives her a slight nod.

Narrator: Personally, I wouldn't know if that smile would indicate a whimsical response or if she was serious. She wasn't known for having the longest fuse when it came to keeping her temper in check.

Victoria moves towards the door, leaving Tony to continue looking through the window towards the city streets below.

Narrator: He'd read up on the hotel, looking at the information given to him by the bosses, the protocol was burned in to his mind on the flight from Lima to Las Vegas. He'd read and reread every single word and knew things cover to cover, including the amenities in the hotel. The SCW, SCU and GRIME staff were doing all they could to keep everyone safe, and although there was rule breakers leaving at will to work elsewhere, regardless of SCW's offer to compensate them for lost bookings, Tony knew the rules were important to follow. He knew the deaths worldwide had meaning, and showed the stupidity of people, so he made sure he would know the details of every rule in the book. Nowhere in the hotel really appealed to him, but one stood out slightly above the rest.

Tony: The garden.

Narrator: Tony stayed in the room for a little longer before finally giving in to the heat and deciding to head out.

Tony left the hotel room, a book in hand and shut the door firmly behind him, looking to his left to see members of the SCW crew walking down the hallway, Tony recognizing a technician but the man walks past Tony, not even glancing in his direction. Tony walks down the hall in the direction the man comes from and through a door, and walks down the stairs, passing more staff, yet they too don't take any notice of him, not even looking in his direction, till he makes his way to the ground floor and in to the lobby. Tony looks around at the twenty or so people in the lobby, this time seeing wrestlers.

Narrator: He had worked with these people, yet these people didn't take much notice of Tony, the occasional glance in his direction, yet no one walked to greet the young man, or even welcome him back to the company. They looked completely through him but it didn't bother him in the slightest.

Tony quickly took a sharp turn to the right, quickly walking down a narrow corridor, people passing him, yet still not looking him in the eye. Tony quickly makes his way to the end of the hallway and through a door at the end, leading to a beautiful garden area. In season flowers bloomed around him,

Narrator: The smell in the air was nothing short of the most floral scent he'd ever smelt in his life. Everything came together nicely and didn't clash in the slightest.

Tony looks around, spying many SCW stars walking their pet dogs around the garden, watching other dog owners giving the other dogs attention.

Tony: Surely I can not be the only one feeling that these large amount of animals in such an expensive and highly rated hotel is a problem for hygiene not only in the present, but in the future. It could seriously damage a hotels reputation now is common knowledge that rooms have been inhabited by animals.

Tony moves towards a free bench just toward his right and moves towards it, taking a seat on his own and glancing to his right, just spying another former colleague, but the colleague turns his head away from Tony as soon as the young man sits down.

Narrator: This didn't bother Tony at all, he didn't want to seek people's attention.

Tony lifts the book up in front of him and flicking to the page he was up to, but his eyes lifted over the page as Pussy Willow walked past him, looking directly at him but continuing to walk past, barely acknowledging his existence. Tony smiled.

Tony: Well, that's something. A reporter who didn't know who she was looking at.

Tony looks back down towards his book, but the noise of a talking crowd again catching his attention once more, a group of SCW wrestlers standing in a group with their dogs around their ankle, each cooing about the others.

Tony: Looking for the attention so much, these people will use animals to get it. They demand it, they want it and willing to use animals to get it. These people are wrestlers, the more attention they get, the better they feel, the better they think their career can go, but my record has been stellar, as one would say under the radar and should I have a successful return, I should be looking at stepping up the ladder without having to pander to the need for attention.

Tony sat back slightly, observing the crowd as they smiled brightly at each other, sharing jokes and stories.

Tony: It's like they demand attention from each other constantly, yet these people would hold back careers for the sake of their own in a heartbeat. These people would stab each other in the back without a second thought for attention.

Narrator: Tony watched for a while longer, each SCW animal owner talking over each other to get their point across, trying their hardest to be center of attention. It wasn't just the wrestlers, the animals too tried to grab the others attention.

Tony: I guess they're just like their owners.

Tony looks back towards his book, grown bored of the people trying to grab attention from each other, only to hear a voice call out. Tony lifts his head to see someone calling out to the group, quickly breezing past him and joining the group, couldn't help but bring a smile to his face.

Tony: These people are just where they want to be. They know how to get the attention of their peers. I presume it works for these people. Interesting that they would put themselves out there to get know. Such is the life of a modern wrestler.

Narrator: Tony didn't see himself as a modern wrestler per se. He believed that what happened in the ring was far more important than what happened outside the ring. He believed if you mixed fan interaction in to solid wrestling skills, you wouldn't have to have the popularity amongst your peers.

Tony: These people seemed to want to see their peers lap unwarranted attention on them and using animals to do so. Very interesting as I pick someone to help. So many prime candidates.

Narrator: Tony's return was a lot to do with picking someone to help, picking someone who had some off the rails. He had thought long and hard who to target, who to make their better self. If attention was what SCW wrestlers wanted, if that's what they craved from everyone, it was clear in his mind that he had find someone who had it, but lost it. If this was the most important thing to Tony's peers, it wasn't too difficult to set his mind to a more focused level of thinking, to narrow down the suspects.

A slight smile moved over Tony's face as he looked at the group.

Narrator: He knew if it was attention people wanted, then so be it. All he needed to do was find someone who had it, that and slipped to the side of the road, that had no longer wanted what the desired. There was a long list of people this could apply to and Tony knew it. With the influx of new talent grabbing the attention, some of the older guard was drifting to the side a little, not getting their attention they once got. He could have a potential of thirty names. People who started bright in the like of Tallyn, who had faded away. Maybe Jessie Salco or Caleb Storms, two people who have never really had the spotlight on them, other than Jessie's attempts to hijack other people's work. Maybe Alex Jones, the now forgotten member of Wolfslair, Kedron Williams, who had done little recently, only to return to win a contenders match. Christina Rose could use his help to get her now faded career back on track. Maybe Dani Weston, or London Underground. They once had eyes on them, yet now, not at all.

The thoughts seeped through Tony's head as he stood up.

Narrator: The Good Shepherds, a group of people who seem leaderless in Sin City Wrestling. Samantha Marlowe maybe, a respected champion who had gone off the rails. Maybe even someone like Lachlan Kane, who's career has declined more than any other superstar that had stepped foot in an SCW ring. Tony didn't HAVE to use physical violence, especially against the women who he could help, he deplored that, but he did have a choice to make on who would be the one special person, the one person he could sit and help and show them the attention they craved, regardless of how unnecessary it was. He couldn't do that with just random guess work, with just picking a person out of the crowd of people. He needed to see a wider range of candidates, he needed to be at a show, so he could see everyone who bothered to show up, in one place. He did just that just days later.

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Narrator: Up close and personal, it's the best way to learn about people, or in this case, to pick a potential target. Tony had more than a few in mind to help out in his own unique way, but he wanted just the one, only the one person to focus his attention on. He could have picked from most of the roster but his eyes were looking for that one person to jump out at him. He needed one person that really needed the help.

Perched on a silver production box, about six feet off the ground, Tony sat cross legged as he watched people breeze past.

Narrator: No one had taken much notice of Tony since he returned, without even avoiding his peers. He had been around them at some point or another, not standing out in the crowd, just carrying on with his own business and none decided to take the time to welcome him back, or ask him where he'd been. No one had even spoke to him when he got on the bus to head towards The Staggs Dungeon. He had gotten on the bus last and sat at the front, everyone before him too busy to even notice his presence, and was the first off the bus, while people were busy organizing themselves to exit the bus. He wasn't scheduled to wrestle, he was there with the freedoms of everyone else. Sit backstage and observe unless he was needed, yet no one approached him.

Tony watched as potential for his help has casually strolled past, barely looking him.

Narrator: Maybe it was the casual pants and back hoodie that made him blend in to the crowd. No one was even slightly curious on who the man was sitting watching them. He wasn't invisible, he was there in plain sight but no one took much notice of the man alone.

Tony's eyes darted towards the curtain as Dani Weston walked through the curtain defeated by Violet Amelia Holt.

Tony: My, my, that is a surprising result. Ms. Weston star seems to have faded slightly, especially after that defeat. Maybe she is the one that could use my help. It wouldn't take too much to explain to her how I can dispel this match from her memory as well as other people's memories in just a few short matches and shine a much brighter light on her.

Tony taps his chin, considering his options but he watches as the members of London Underground move towards her to console her.

Tony: Maybe she doesn't need as much help as I first thought. She has a support system that seems to be in place. Still, she may be one to keep an eye on.

Narrator: Tony refused to rule anyone out when it came to deciding who would be his pet project. Everyone in this world could improve in his eyes and he could do it.

Tony watched the curtain move once more as the victorious Violet Amelia Holt stepped through the curtain.

Narrator: When Tony learned of his return to Sin City Wrestling, he had taken the time to brush up on the current roster. It was almost as if he knew them before he had stepped back through the doors of the wonderful world of wrestling.

He watched as she jumped in to the arms of Dustin Holt, her father and former wrestler.

Tony: Now she would be an interesting project. Someone sheltered in this business by a father who has no business being in it anymore. He has a much higher opinion of himself than he should have. He seems like that kind of gentlemen who you would tell your achievements to and he would have already accomplished them and told you about ten more. Ms. Holt would be most interesting to show the world her true form, a form without asking for fathers permission first. He seems the type to suffer from pushy parent syndrome, living his life through his daughter. I would wager he feels prouder than she does for her surprise victory.

Tony turns his head just a little to look at her, weighing up his options.

Tony: He seems like the kind of father who would not allow anyone near her to even try and improve her. Maybe I should have made my move earlier on someone else.

Narrator: Tony had considered making his move on Griffin Hawkins. He knew as soon as an announcement was made about Griffin wanting to talk to a crowd, he had ruled out retirement and accurately knew it would be about a championship. He had learned very easily that Griffin Hawkins was very much about image and used social media to his advantage to enhance it. He also knew that part of Griffin's image was being a champion.

Tony: I knew he'd be looking at the championship belt he failed to win weeks before. Maybe I should have helped him try to attain that goal by first bringing him back down to earth, take away those social media accounts he must spend at least twelve hours a day on and get him focused.

Tony shook his head, dismissing the idea.

Tony: No, he wouldn't have listened to my words or actions anyway. He is stuck in a era he feels is what will make him seem retro and cool, yet by my research, the eighties was not a golden era in the world's history. Anyone who is stuck there were slightly beyond help.

Tony watches the screen light up announcing the supercard Roulette championship match, Jack Russow defending against Kedron Williams.

Tony: Jack Russow, now there's a case of instability if ever I saw one. Although, I have researched those people who he deems worthy of friendship. I feel the timing is not right with him, his friends sill sufficiently break him down in to a shell of a man, like acid. But Kedron Williams on the other hand.

Narrator: Tony thought about the whole magic thing behind Kedron Williams, he had seen he was no longer a person of the occult, he was human, he was feeling human emotions, but just like Tony, he was a misfit in a world that society dominate.

Tony: If I could take him and teach him how to use those human emotions, mentor him, I could almost be certain that he will defeat Jack Russow and become a champion here with little or no problem. He shares an experience I have. He has been gone for a long time and yet no one has questioned his whereabouts. He could sympathize and there would be no need to break him at all. He has already been broken, he would just need to be placed back together in the correct way to be effective.

A noise distracted Tony as his head sharply jolted to his right, where he saw The Steele, or Warren family, depending on how they chose to be addressed this week.

Narrator: Tony watched Kate, Teddy and their young daughter, looking at the guitar strapped to Kate. Tony had presumed there was a performance of some sort about to happen after the short break. Tony observed as Teddy gave instructions to his young daughter, but he could feel an energy, he could feel a power coming from the group.

Tony: Well, well, well, one of you three are crying out for help right now. I can feel it. Which could it be.

Narrator: Tony thought back to the first time he had encountered Teddy Warren in the ring. It was through Teddy's dress wearing stage.

Tony: Well, Mr. Warren. I believe it's you that have my interested, which would make absolute sense. The changes you've made to yourself, craving the fans attention, to dismissing them to get that wrestling term heat, whatever it has taken to get people watching you but you now. You're a man with no identity. I have watched lately and this new you is poor. Trying to prove to the fans that you're a good guy is sickening.

Narrator: Tony knew the words he spoke to himself in a hushed tone has indicated to him that indeed, his target was found. He knew that was the person who required his help, it didn't matter to him if he needed it or not. That was the life he needed to improve.

Tony continues to watch Teddy as they prepare for their performance, looking at his body language.

Narrator: There seemed to be an uncomfortable air coming from him in Tony's mind, something that screamed out that he wasn't doing this for any relevance, but to be part of the show to hope someone will remember the performance afterwards. Sadly they didn't.

Tony: The last incarnation of Mr. Warren's was somewhat interesting, but this is uncomfortable to watch.

Tony watches as a stagehand walks past him and quickly calls out to him.

Tony: Excuse me sir, may I have a moment of your time?

The stagehand jumps, startled by hearing a voice whilst not paying attention to his surrounding completely.

Stagehand: Who are you? You know you shouldn't be back here, right?

Tony: Actually good sir, I'm a contracted SCW wrestler so I am well within my rights to be here at this moment in time. I have a question for you. The Warren's, what are they planning on doing tonight? I do not see them as part of the show going forward.

The stagehand quickly looks down at his clipboard, lifting a few pages.

Stagehand: It seems that he's going to be singing with his wife and daughter and talking. No doubt about J2H again. The guy comes down here most weeks talking about it and J2H won't give him the time of day.

Tony: Classic signs of an attention seeker good sir. Mention the name of someone with more acclaim, to force people in to wondering if the more acclaimed will appear. Thank you for your time.

The stagehand nods his head and walks away from Tony.

Narrator: A plan was forming in Tony's mind. He wondered if he should just approach him and tell him he needed help, tell him that he could be better, in front of his family. Maybe this was not a time for words, but more for action. Tony needed Teddy to sit in a world of wonderment for a while before he explained his reasons, but regardless, his target was confirmed once more in his mind.

Tony slides off the silver chest, his feet touching the floor in time for his mother to move towards him.

Victoria: What was that about? Do they want you to do something? It's a fucking waste having all your talent sitting backstage doing nothing.

Tony looks at Victoria with a thoughtful look on his face and shakes his head.

Tony: Not exactly mother, but I feel it's time I did something myself. I have watched people walk past me all night, not taking too much notice of me and I have acquired the knowledge that this family are about to perform a song.

Victoria: Those fucks couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. Whoever gave them a record deal, they clearly have blackmail material cause they're fucking shit.

Narrator: Victoria had never been a fan of them, musically or any other wise, constantly questioning with Tony on the mental state of Kate Steele, and simply wondering how Teddy manages to put on his pants in the morning.

Tony: I do not disagree. They're musical sync, timing and tone do not fit well together. One can only presume they invest money in themselves to boost sale figures, but to look at them from a wrestling stand point.

Victoria: Wrestling standpoint? She's bad shit crazy to the point they should have a special bus for her to get to shows, and he's a fucking tranny. Probably share the same underwear.

Tony smiled at his mother as he nods in agreement.

Tony: If that is not a cry for help, I don't know what is.

Victoria raises an eyebrow at her son, surprised by his words.

Victoria: Out of all the people who need help in SCW, you're choosing to help The Addams Family?

Tony: Not the family, just him. He's a classic attention seeker, to the point he would use his own daughter just to have people remember him after a night's sleep. He had all the attention he could ever need not too long ago, yet it wasn't enough and thought having people delight over him being a family man would get him even more. He doesn't stand out when he wants to. Griffin Hawkins sings, half the Sin City Wrestling roster are family people. He's made himself anonymous again.

Victoria: Does this involve beating the shit out of him and the common sense in to him?

Narrator: Tony thought about his answer. There were many different approaches depending on personalities, and there wasn't a thought about doing this the easy way.

Tony: He doesn't seem like a man who you could reason with verbally. He doesn't seem like the type to listen and pay attention to you. He wants all the attention in the world, yet he doesn't seem the sort to give his attention away so easy. I need to do something to pull his attention to me.

Tony watches the trio move through the curtain as the backing track to Living On a Prayer started to play.

Victoria: Do you have any plan?

Narrator: It was more of a polite question rather than a genuine one. Victoria knew Tony had most likely had a plan in his mind and had done since he decided Teddy Warren was going to the person he was targeting.

Tony: Absolutely. He needs to see things close up. I need to see how far he would go to defend that family of his, or if the old Mr. Warren is lurking beneath the depths. That's the man he needs to be, not this fake front he puts on for his family. If the fire is there, I will find it in a relatively short time. I do know I need to remove Kate Steele from the situation.

A wide smile crosses Victoria's face as she looks at her son.

Victoria: You mean beat the bat shit crazy out of her?

Tony: Restrain her was more in the forefront of my mind, but should she fight back....

Victoria: Smash her face in. I can handle that.

Tony: We must hurry, Mr. Warren is not known to speak for very long when he's in a wrestling ring and don't predict that will change now.

Narrator: You know what happened next. Teddy was sent a loud, and clear message. The weeks have now past, a victory against O'Malley followed, and also left him wondering about the weight behind Tony's words, but it was now time to move to today. It was time to hear from Tony Thorn, it was time for the young man to speak more about Into The Void IX and Teddy Warren...

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An unknown location in The Saxon Hotel, the camera moves around a fairly empty ring, but four things stand out around the camera, five mannequins, with hoods over their heads. Footsteps in the almost empty room start to become louder as someone moves towards the camera set up. Tony Thorn steps in to the camera shot, zero emotion on his face as his head dart between hooded mannequins.

Tony: I knew the absolute second I looked at Teddy Warren backstage what seemed like an eternity ago, that he would be the one that would stand out. Just perched and watching the way he acted showed me he deserved my attention, that he deserved to get help. He was a man who had the whole world in his hands attention wise, and once again, make a terrible call to change that and try something new in an attempt to garner more attention and yet again, failed miserably.

Tony steps towards the first hooded mannequin.

Tony: It's been the story of his life. He lives for the attention, he cries out for the attention, like it is vital to keep him alive. He has no morals or limits, just anything he possibly can do to keep eyes on his persons, he will indeed try. Even when he found that peak, that top level that could have made him something special, he wasn't satisfied and switched once more. You took the best you could be to get the maximum amount of exposure you needed to quench that thirst and decided to piss it away for no reason, Mr Warren.

Tony puts his finger under the first hood.

Tony: You've done it for years without the guidance, without the right people telling you, without educating you in the right way. You went off and proved how much guidance you needed by switching through these ridiculous amounts of gimmicks. You didn't think this through, did you Mr. Warren? It's an easy thing to set in order. The popularity, the attention rose by a slight amount with every change, due to it being new on the eyes. It happens in all walks of life with every situation. From the schoolboy that wore the new shoes that everyone wanted, at first people wanted to gather around, wanted to see them up close, but two days later, they have forgotten all about them. This is you summed up in a very simple analogy. You changed who you were just for that slight burst of attention, and yet it faded at a much faster pace than it would appear.

Tony lifts the hood of the first mannequin to show the face of Teddy Warren when he first appeared in SCW, a smile on his face.

Tony: This is where it started for you, Mr. Warren. The fresh faced gentlemen who came in looking for that attention, looking to be your own man, out of your wives shadow, but no one really cared for you at that point, no one really cared for anything you did and it ate away at you. You got lost in the shuffle and you did absolutely nothing. No one took a second look at you or considered you for anything at all. They saw you as just Mr. Kate Steele. Their attention was never fully on you and never was until you changed again for approval.

Tony pushes the mannequin to the ground and just shakes his head in disappointment.

Tony: But you tried like the little engine that could. Doing what you could to stop people thinking you was just an extra in a bad skit. You forced on, crying for people backstage to look at you and see who you were, to show your own skills, as few and far in between they were and you floated around to do nothing but disappoint people until you stumbled on this.

Tony moves to the second hooded mannequin.

Tony: You needed something else, so this is who you became.

Tony puts his hand on the top of the hood and pulls it off to show Teddy Warren in face paint, his tongue out.

Tony: Ah, the rockstar, the man who thought he could change the world with his music, but quite simply Teddy, your music was dreadful. You decided at this point to jump on the bandwagon in a company full of people who have sold millions of recordings worldwide, the likes of Griffin Hawkins for example. People like Alex Rush, who for all his odd quirks and love for wild animals, has also sold countless recordings. Then of course, there is your wife, a famous recording artist. You jumped on a band wagon because it felt trendy to do and you fell flat on your face then. No one cared about you at all. The thing with trends Mr. Warren, is you need to stand out when you decide to move in that direction. You need to be good at what you do Mr. Warren and sadly, you fell short again, so it was time for another change.

The emotionless young man pushes the second mannequin to the floor and turns his attention to the third.

Tony: Now this is where you may have struck something, because it got you attention for all the wrong reasons. It got you that food source because it was an embarrassment to everyone who had to watch it, but your goal was reached.

Tony pulls the third hood off, with red hair dropping down from under the food, the face imprinted on the front was that of Teddy Warren wearing make up.

Tony: Another trend jump Mr. Warren. You saw the world had become about nothing but people loving drag queens, which frankly shows how pitiful and how intellectually challenged people were when their nights were filled by watching people, MEN! FUCKING MEN TEDDY! Dress like abominations, to dress like the worst looking females on the planet, and you did nothing to help that because you pandered to those idiots, you dropped your level to become an embarrassment to both men and women. You got the attention you wanted, you got people watching you for just a show or two. People destroyed your soul because you made yourself an easy target by trying to become that freak of natural. Men should be men, women should be women, there are no other genders, they are just two, and they should not dress as each other and claim to be something they're not. This was you Mr. Warren, you became a fraud, a freak of nature just for the attention, just to be remembered.

Tony pushes the mannequin to the ground with ease.

Tony: This was your problem, wasn't it, Mr. Warren? You didn't care what kind of attention you got, as long as people were giving it to you. People were talking about you and you didn't seem to have a worry that they wasn't saying very pleasant things about you but you had what you wanted. The rest of the world groaned every time they saw you on the screen, but you did get that attention for the smallest amount of time, yet that wasn't enough for you. You had people talking about you, but you just couldn't be satisfied, so along came piss off the roster Teddy Warren.

Tony takes the forth hood off the fourth mannequin. The look of Teddy Warren looking smug and arrogant sits on the face of the fourth mannequin.

Tony: This Mr. Warren, this was the one who got the attention of the people you so desired to get that attention from, the people you shared that locker room with. EVERYONE was looking at you, talking about you finally breaking through that glass ceiling, the heel that could be pushed to the stars and back. Look at the past, because you learn so much from it. Mr. Ward and Mr. Underwood love to put the arrogant at the top. You only have to look at past World Champions, the like of Nick Jones, Sean Jackson, even the man who will not give you the time of day, J2H. Each had a swagger of arrogance, had a way of pulling a reaction from the people who watched them, an emotion of disdain, of hatred. I know they would have been sitting there with money signs in their eyes because you had given them what they wanted. You could have hidden the average wrestling skills behind the fact that you could draw people in. The whole roster wanted to get their hands on you, men, women, children, SCW, SCU, GRIME, everyone that could get their hands on you, wanted to. You were on to something right there.

Tony tilts his head and wraps his hands around the mannequins throat, his demeanour changing instantly to anger.

Tony: BUT YOU FUCKED IT UP! YOU FOUND THE RIGHT COMBINATION AND YOU FUCKED IT UP! YOU COULD HAVE KEPT THAT ATTENTION BUT YOU FUCKED IT UP YOU SILLY SON OF A BITCH!

Tony takes a deep breath and slowly loosens his grip, keeping his face closer to it.

Tony: You had the right combination to be a success and forever have that attention you would like. It's what you searched for, what you craved for since the second you stepped in to a wrestling thing and you decided that it wasn't sufficient for you to continue it. You had to become this.

A look of disgust passes etches itself on Tony's face as he reaches for the fifth and final mask and pulls it from the mannequins head and tosses it to one side. The lack of coverings reveals Teddy Warren with a look of redemption on his face.

Tony: You went from someone who was spoken of in many positive ways, despite your awful negative actions. You went from someone who had the eyes of the world on him, to a man who had lost everything in a dramatically short amount of time. This guy...

Tony pokes the redemption mannequin in the middle of the forehead with his left hand.

Tony: This guy, no one cares about again. This is the lowest people have ever cared about you, they refuse to pay attention to someone who was a mega heel, to a poor face in the space of a few short shows. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even be spoken of right now. I have already brought you back to the thoughts of people because of what I have done. This version of you needs to die, and die right now.

With a quick swing of his right arm, Tony's hand spins up and plunges a small knife in to the middle of the redemption mannequin's head, right between the eyes.

Tony: You're free Mr. Warren, free to return to who you should really be if you want to re-gather that attention you really want.

Tony turns his body back towards the forth mannequin.

Tony: I have shown, just by my presence that you can get what you need and I am telling you Mr. Warren, this is the person you need to be if you want any success in Sin City Wrestling or anywhere else. Stop the painful to see redemption bullshit that no one buys anyway. If they do not buy it, they will not believe in you, but this is the Mr. Warren I could believe in, this is the man that can not only get the world's attention but capture those championships you so sorely crave. All you need to do is see the true you, this you.

Tony puts his hand on the arrogant mannequins shoulder.

Tony: This is all you need to do, this is who you need to be. I will get you back to this person, I will make sure that once I have defeated you on Sunday, that these words will spring to mind. You'll see that you're not the person you really want to be. If I didn't push you, would have shattered that mirror on my head? No, I pushed you back to this man, I PUSHED YOU TO DRIVE THAT MIRROR IN TO MY SKULL! I FORCED YOU TO MAKE ME BLEED!

A slight curve of the lip forms in to a smile.

Tony: Admit it, for that few second, you enjoyed it, because you simply stopped caring about people who liked you, you became the person you always should have been. I sacrificed myself to show you that there is still an arrogant son of a bitch inside you that needs to get out and if you don't bring it out Mr. Warren, come Sunday at Into The Void IX, I will beat it out you. I will reach deep in to your soul and drag it from your body, I will tighten my grip and do whatever it takes to get it out of you. It doesn't matter if I have to tell you every single opportunity that I get, that your family isn't worth this. That your wife cares for no one but herself, that you are nothing more than a roadie to her. Are you getting mad yet?

Tony moves his head closer to the mannequin.

Tony: How about if I tell you that your child doesn't respect you? Through her eyes, you're meant to be a wrestler, a man people talk about, but no one is talking about you, no one cares about you, no one respects you. Your daughter doesn't respect you. Are you mad now?

Tony pushes his lips next to the mannequin's ear and lowers his voice to a whisper.

Tony: You need to be this real you if you wanna be one of the greatest heels in the history of Sin City Wrestling. This is the one way you're gonna get that attention you need to satisfy that urge you have. You know I'm right. You know you need to listen to me, Mr. Warren. Without listening, without me beating the bad back in to you, you will never get another match in Sin City Wrestling again. You'll be forgotten immediately, you'll be overlooked constantly for people who can't wrestle like El Dark. Do you want to be lower in our employers mind than a man who can barely sting a sentence together? This is where you're heading in their thoughts unless you let me help you Mr. Warren. You need to let me help you or you will end up that low in their thoughts, your career will be finished. Let me help you.

Tony puts his right hand on the mannequins left shoulder, his voice still a whisper by its ear.

Tony: You need this to get to your ultimate goal of having all the attention on you. You broke the barrier and you stopped and stepped back. It's time to be who you are and shatter that barrier once more. You will never be where you was before, unless you go back to what you had before. You can change this is you listen to me, you can change this if you take my advice. You need to be saved and I am here to do so. When you're laying in that ring on Sunday, feeling the inevitable pain rushing through your body, the noise of people drowned out, think about this, think about the change you need to change and I will be there to turn you in to the person you desire to be.

Tony takes half a step back, putting his left hand on it's right shoulder, looking it deep in the eyes.

Tony: I have said all I can say to you, I have told you all I needed to, you now need to take all I've said and listen to it repeatedly, because it will help you more than your mind can imagine.

Tony pats the mannequin on the shoulder and nods.

Tony: You have been enlightened.

He turns one hundred and eighty degrees and starts to walk away. Just his footsteps can be heard as the camera fades to black.

Climax Control Archives / Enlightenment Lesson 6: Grief

« on: May 15, 2020, 01:06:22 PM »

Narrator: Well hello people of SCW, one hopes you're keeping well, listening to the right people, and staying safe. It has been a while since you've heard my dulcet tones, back in September 2019 to be precise, but once more, it's time to see where Tony Thorn has been. The feeling is an explanation should be heard of his absence and well, people like Lachlan Kane will no longer have to ask where Mr. Thorn has been social media. Word to the wise Mr. Kane, should you question this again as a way to show off to the world that you're still employed by Sin City Wrestling, please not that you too are randomly employed by them cause of your lack of commitment, and I would like to point your attention to your record when you do appear. People in glass houses should not throw stones, but as you were warranting an explanation to boost your ego, it's time to show you.

The scene starts in St. Barts, a beautiful Island where SCW had decided to host a wrestling show, the last wrestling show Tony Thorn had been a part of. Tony limps through the curtain holding his right knee, an uncomfortable look on his face as he looked for the nearest seat.

Narrator: Tony had just pinned fair and clean the SCW Roulette Champion, Teddy Warren, at the time, before Teddy had lost the belt to Griffin Hawkins. Tony should have been elated at this achievement, not only taking his record to five matches, five wins, zero defeats but to pin a champion, he should have been delighted, but the look on his face told a different tale.

Tony's face flushed white with pain as he closed his eyes, breathing deeply for a few seconds, holding his breath in deeply before exhaling sharply. His mother Victoria approached her son.

Victoria: Now that is how you fucking do it!

Narrator: She's always had an eloquent way with words.

Victoria: Now what they need to do is replace that bum Griffin Hawkins as number one contender for that championship and do it all over again and get that gold.

Tony gritted his teeth as he looked up towards his mother, his eyes cold as a trickle of sweat ran down the right side of his face.

Tony: I don't believe that's possible mother. Something didn't feel right when I left that ring, something with my left knee.

Tony tries to put the slightest of pressure on his left leg but the pain runs through his body, just causing Tony to grit his teeth, no additional emotion on his face.

Tony: I believe I've done some damage to my Anterior Cruciate Ligament, mother. It is an injury that will set me back at least six months.

Narrator: Tony had spent is life with his nose in books, researching everything possible, wanting to solve the mysteries of the world, yet a lot of his time, he did study medicine, past and modern, and had seen enough things to take an educated guess at the injury he believed he had.

Victoria: Then we need to get you to the doctors room now. The longer you sit there, it ain't gonna cure itself.

Tony: It wouldn't cure itself anyway without surgery anyway.

Victoria looks around at some of the people standing around backstage, a busy scene.

Victoria: Would someone move their ass and find a doctor for my baby boy!?

Her tone was loud and harsh, causing people to turn and look in her direction, a few people stepping forward to find out what the commotion was.

Narrator: It wasn't too long before SCW staff had arrived and helped Tony towards the set up medical room, and SCW bosses Christian Underwood and Mark Ward had heard of the injury to one of their wrestlers and had hurried to the medical room to find out the full extent.

Inside the medical room, Tony lies on the medical bed as a doctor prods at his knee, his mother Victoria standing next to Tony, with both bosses, Hot Stuff Mark Ward and Christian Underwood staying at the back of the room, just observing.

Tony: You're wasting your time pulling and prodding Doctor, it's a damaged Anterior Cruciate Ligament, I can feel it, I know the signs and guessing at any other possible outcome will be futile. It would waste everyone's time.

The doctor scratches his head with a frown on his fifty year old face.

Doctor: Mr. Thorn, with the greatest of respect, if it was a Anterior Cruciate Ligament injury, you would be in much more pain. You wouldn't be able to keep still let alone sit there talking calm and casual.

Tony smiles at the doctor, the smile that a vampire might give his latest victim. It was confident, arrogant, yet a slight tinge of sadistic behind it.

Tony: Pain is very much mental Doctor. If you can work out how to be calm and block out the right areas of the brain, you can handle pretty much anything, a plus side to being a wrestler, don't you think?

Christian: If he can teach that to the rest of the roster...

Narrator: His comment was aimed at his fellow boss, but Tony shook his head.

Tony: Unfortunately Mr. Underwood, most of your roster doesn't retain the mental capacity to do so. They're more than happy filling their body with toxins like alcohol to shut down their cranial receptors and dull pain that way.

Tony looks back towards the doctor, his eyes narrowed.

Tony: It is a Anterior Cruciate Ligament injury Doctor, I can say that with one hundred percent accuracy.

Doctor: It seems that you're very casual about this Mr. Thorn. If you are right, do you know what that means?

Narrator: That was a bad thing to say to a man as educated as Tony Thorn, and the anger in his tone confirmed that.

Tony: Of course I fucking know what that means, it means later life issues, it means my fucking career could be over if some underqualified butcher ruins my knee! I am not taking this fucking lightly doctor, in fact I know these thing probably at a much larger scare then you do. I know that could have been my last wrestling match, so how about shutting the fuck up and coming up with a plan to stop this being my final bow?

A proud smile appears on his mother Victoria's face.

Victoria: That's my boy!

Mark Ward steps forward, his eyes moving between the Doctor and Tony, looking to break the tension between the two.

Mark: And say it is an ACL issue, what are we looking at here?

Tony looks at the doctor with a nod of his head.

Tony: You're the doctor here, I feel you should explain this one.

Doctor: Well, it's surgery without a doubt to repair the injury, two months rest, a further three months of physiotherapy, then a reassessment. We're looking at a recovery time of six to nine months, but looking more likely to be a year.

Tony holds up his hand to the doctor, before looking towards the staff.

Tony: Far be it from me to dismiss the Doctor's judgement completely, as he is correct with his knowledge, but what the doctor can not predict is the recovery time of ones body, nor can he suggest by law, alternative routes to recovery without them being agreed upon by other medical personnel a million miles above him in terms of career path. I, on the other hand, know the rate of which my body can recover and will source alternative routes to recover faster. My prediction will be I will be set to return to a Sin City Wrestling ring in roughly eight months.

Christian: But surgery is a must?

Tony: Absolutely essential. Without it, it would lead to many future problems, including my ability to walk. With surgery, I will make myself free to return to a Sin City Wrestling ring by the end of April 2020.

Hot Stuff and Christian share a look between each other, before looking back towards Tony.

Christian: Alright, we'll get you to the local hospital for tests to confirm the injury. If it needs surgery, we will fly you back to America first chance we get to have it repaired.

Narrator: And true to their word, a hospital trip happened before the main event of the show was even completed and results came back, as Tony suspected, to be a damaged Anterior Cruciate Ligament. A flight was arranged and Tony was back in Lima, Ohio within twenty four hours, and surgery on the damaged knee completed and Tony was left to recover in the hospital, and that's where we pick up this story.

Victoria: Are you sure you're alright?

Tony looks at his mother from a private room in a hospital in Lima, Ohio, not long out of surgery to repair his injured knee. Tony nods his head.

Tony: I'm more disappointed they wouldn't let me stay awake to watch the surgery take place. Many would find that a strange request, because many are too squeamish to watch their body being dissected, but I would have found that much more educational than reading about it in books.

Narrator: For all of Victoria's sharp edges, this was her son who had undergone knee surgery. There were many horror stories from hospitals for even the most routine surgeries had ran through her mind for every minute of the two and a half hour surgery.

Tony: But I shall be fine, they will be letting me out of this establishment shortly.

Victoria looks disgusted at the thought of an early release for Tony.

Victoria: They can't let you out so soon! You just had major surgery!

Tony shakes his head as he looks at his mother, a slight smile on his face.

Tony: It wasn't that major. There were and are far more important surgeries happening at this precise moment in time. Compared to those, this was absolutely nothing. If I read up on this slightly more, I could have probably performed the surgery myself. It wouldn't have taken too much to pick up the basics of how to perform this minor surgery.

Victoria: I don't care what they say, you need to not rush anything! I swear to God if they try to send you home before you're ready, I'll rip their throats out.

Tony: It's just standard procedure. This types of surgeries are usually finished and the patient is sent home within a few hours.

Victoria: Well that isn't fucking happening! If something goes wrong, you need to be here. I'm gonna go and tell them that!

Narrator: And that is unsurprisingly what Victoria did. The poor medical staff didn't see her coming and no amount of medical training could have ever prepared them for the hurricane that hit them. She demanded, and threatened until they agreed that Tony's best course of care was to stay in the hospital till the morning as long as Victoria had agreed to leave the hospital for the night to give her son some time to recover. Of course the hospital staff were delighted when she agreed to do so, but this allowed some thoughts to run through Tony's head, and this wasn't as good as one would think.

Two in the morning, and Tony laid wide away, looking around the dim room, his mind running the scenario earlier in his mind.

Tony: How could I have been so stupid to allow myself to get injured?

He gritted his teeth as his mind wandered through the match.

Tony: I can't even see how it happened. I did everything right, I went through things like I always do, I was ready for everything, I knew how to land, I knew how to do all I had to do and I screwed up.

Narrator: He wasn't a believer in luck as such, he believed most things could be manufactured or avoided. He was angry with himself, even if it was, in most eyes, just one of those unexplained things that just happened.

Tony: The damn timing! I just beat the Roulette champion! I just propelled myself in to the thoughts of people who started to see me as a surprise package, although I had trained for these moments! I could have been in their minds. I could have leaped ahead of Griffin Hawkins, or at least been considered as a worthy opponent for him next.

Narrator: As much as Tony could predict, I doubt even he could have predicted the course of history that followed, although he did predict Griffin Hawkins would become champion, he didn't know that it would be a record breaking run, to which Griffin Hawkins would become the longest Roulette champion of all time. Fate had intervened and taken away something that could have altered the course of Sin City Wrestling history. What if Tony had taken that shot away from Griffin Hawkins? What if Tony had been Griffin's first opponent and stopped the historic run. Does Mr. Hawkins himself even know how lucky he was to be revered as a champion for so long?

Tony: I should be walking down that ramp next week and telling the world that I should be allowed the right for that championship to be on the line for me. I beat the champion! I took away his momentum! I should have been. This fucking injury!

Narrator: And that's when it hit him, at two in the morning, that his career trajectory could have changed dramatically. He knew he could have been heading towards championship thoughts, instead, it was heading to the path of being forgotten. It was heading to a path when an inferior Lachlan Kane could mock him on social media.

Tony sighs sadly as the anger runs from his body, but it was replaced with another emotion.

Narrator: Grief... It was replaced with grief.

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Narrator: Three months had past since then and a downward spiral had begun, even though we were day away from Christmas, Tony's mood was more akin to The Grinch than to festivities. He had doubted the whole story of Christmas for a long time but enjoyed seeing how normal people reacted to it but this year, at the tail end of 2019, he had no joy, he felt lost. His promising start to his career had become, in his mind, pointless. The years of training himself to become something different had faded in to nothing due to injury. His mood had been sliding for months, down in to the pit of sadness he was at now. It was not depression, he had his moment of pure clarity but whenever his mind drifted back to his career, the grief was there like a black shadow hanging over him. He was grieving for something lost.

The room is completely black as Tony laid on his bed in the small house he shared with his mother in Lima, Ohio. His looks had dramatically changed, his hair longer and tangled, further down his back than ever seen before, and a scruffy beard on his face has replaced his usual clean shaven, boyish looks, the hair taking on a life of their own, little hairs resting in whatever direction they had naturally grown. There was one light source from the room and that was from a small television to the front side of the bed, flickering the scene of Tony's last match, against Teddy Warren. Tony lays on his side as he looks at the screen.

Tony: This should have been the start of something good. This should have been where the career kicked off. I had already beaten the lower level people like Lachlan Kane and Casey Williams, this was a match against a champion, a match I won.

He sighs deeply as he looked at the screen with nothing but disappointment running as deep as his bones.

Narrator: Tony had spent the last three months of his life in this stage of his life. He rarely left the house, just spent hours upon hours stuck to his bed and rewatching his matches from start to finish. It was almost like he was punishing himself for something that he never had control over. Months of rewatching those tapes of that match with Teddy Warren, he couldn't seen a single instance of where he could have injured his knee and put himself on the shelf. He only felt it when he was walking up the ramp and even watching his exit, he never saw any way he could have injured his knee. Every time he saw the ending to the match, he had one thought.

Tony: What could have been if something didn't go wrong right there in that match. Why that match? What was it that did that to me? WHAT THE FUCK WAS IT!?

Narrator: This was a standard reaction for Tony, it had been three months, three long months analysing every single thing. It had been three long months since his plan had been destroyed.

Tony: My career would have been so much different right now. My career would have been people talking about me, allowing me to stand in front of them constantly and telling them the truth and how to push their lives further and be the best they possibly can be. If that injury wasn't befallen upon me, I know how it would have gone. I would have been thrust in to the spotlight and Teddy Warren wouldn't have had a choice but to defend against me, which would have led me to a match with Griffin Hawkins and I would have stopped his already impressive championship run. But even if that was not to be the case, and Griffin would have taken the first shot, I would have been in a much bigger match with Griffin Hawkins, they couldn't have denied me that and I would have stopped a legend in his tracks.

Tony clenches his fists as he lays on the bed, his eyes on the screen.

Tony: Griffin Hawkins is entitled in his mind to everything, he lives for the championships. He lives for the fans, he lives for the adulation. He expects to point at a championship belt and it to be handed to him on a silver platter. I could have stopped that. I could have helped him by humbling him but no, this fucking injury. He's now months in to a rather impressive championship journey, but I could have done what was needed and removed him from his pedestal. His fans would have had their eyes on me, their attention towards me, I could have helped every single person by educating them all on false idols, but it wasn't to be, my career wasn't to be.

Narrator: This was a conversation Tony had with himself constantly for the last three months, his career had taken a backseat and he knew that the wrestling business tended to be fickle when it came to younger wrestlers, out of sight and out of mind. He knew deep down that the next three months were vital, his career could indeed been finished. For all the confidence in what he knew scientifically, he knew if he could find himself injured for such a length of time, the thought in the back of his mind was that something out there could draw the conclusion that his career was over without valid explanation.

Tony: I should be the one people are talking about instead of how well these people are doing. I haven't been a passing thought in anyone's mind in that business since this injury found its way to infest my body.

Narrator: He knew he didn't have any friends in the wrestling business, his brief business partnership, or mentorship of Trinity Jones had come to an end when Trinity had inexplicitly just disappeared from the business out of nowhere, and his friendship with Effie Bingham in terms of wrestling took a downward slide when she married St. John Cross as quickly as Trinity had disappeared from the wrestling business. Her incredibly disrespectful comments towards another member of the roster had found her banned from SCW arenas and left a sour taste in Tony's mouth about why he would associate with this woman. He had made sure that so called friendship was dissolved faster than it had started, leaving him with no friends in SCW and it showed during this tough time. Only the staff had been bothered to take the time to remain in contact.

Tony: My career should be sky high right now. I should be at least ten matches down, a champion that people could learn from, I should be out of the lower card and looking up. I would have been all of that, I would have been a leader and people would have taken me seriously.

Tony rolls on to his back, reaching for a nearby remote control, pausing the video playing as the referees hand slams down for the three count. He runs his fingers through his long, unkempt hair, smoothing it back as he looks coldly at the white painted ceiling, his fingers interlocked behind his head.

Tony: If this is it. What do I do next?

Narrator: That had plagued Tony's mind for a long time. As he would admit to himself, his wrestling career had been sporadic by intention. The amount of home training didn't equally translate in to doing it in front of thousands of people per week. He knew he had to learn the outside of the business too if he wanted success in the ring and spent many shows anonymously backstage, watching wrestlers and the way they acted, but he also knew this match, against a champion would be the thing that would kick start himself to the forefront of people's minds should be successful and he was, till fate intervened. He was ready to step in to SCW on a more regular basis, until this injury could have ended those thoughts.

Tony: Where do I go from here?

Narrator: Tony was an educated man, very much above the levels of most when it came to intelligence. He knew he was IQ points in front of every other Sin City Wrestling employee by double figures and knew the world was his oyster. He knew he could excel in anything he chose, and although he had constantly used free time to learn new things, as soon as that match was announced, his mind was set to learn as much about the wrestling business as he possibly could because he knew his time was just around the corner before things shattered in front of his eyes like a dropped glass.

The small sound of knuckles rapping on a door caused his eyes to roll towards the white painted wooden door.

Tony: Yes?

Victoria Thorn, Tony's rough around the edges mother enters the room, looking at her son in the dark, her eyes narrowed to adjust to the dim lit room.

Victoria: Are you ok?

Tony sighed as he rolled his body towards the direction of his mother, just her silhouette covering the doorway.

Tony: I'm as good as I can be with a career that is drifting away from me.

Victoria: Well laying on your ass for all those months sure as shit isn't gonna help you. I thought you knew what you had to do to get that knee stronger than ever before.

Tony: I do, I know exactly what I need to do.

Victoria: I don't think laying in a dark room for three months watching shit like how you destroyed that gender bending son of a bitch is part of your rehab.

Tony tilts his head as he looks towards his mother, his eyes vacant.

Tony: It's helping me say goodbye to a career that I may never have. People can think of this as a bout of depression, yet it's not. It's actual grief. I have gone through the stages of grief, and I know I need to get to acceptance to stand up and move on with my life. I need to accept that my career could be over. I need to accept that this injury has thwarted the start of something incredibly special. People talk in Sin City Wrestling of the great stars that have walked through their doors, the like of Drake Green, the likes of Sean Jackson, Gabriel and of course, J2H. They all started somewhere, they all managed to earn themselves a big win. They all saw their tide turn to be spoken about as truly the greatest wrestlers to ever step in to the ring, to be spoken about years after they stepped away from the ring. That could have been me, that should have been me.

Victoria steps in to the room, closer to her son and stands over him.

Victoria: And I bet all of those people have had career threatening injuries and never had your talent or smarts to return stronger than before. These guys have probably had their bell rung more than once, you have had one injury.

Narrator: Victoria had a point and Tony had seen it loud and clear. He had been so consumed moving through the stages of grief, the grief clouding his judgement on many things, he didn't see that with the right treatments, he could return stronger. He knew these kind of injuries could end careers, even after they return. He knew that wrestlers could lose half a step after a return from a long term lay off, and never be the same again.

Tony: You're actually right mother. These people have returned based on doctors reading from a generic script without the thought of the patient themselves. I on the other hand know my limits, I know my body. I would just need to do some research on strengthening certain parts, target certain areas of my body to be able to focus on those one things.

Narrator: The penny had dropped for Tony. Grief can do funny things to the human mind, it can place clouds over our eyes, lose focus and become a whole different person.

Victoria: Before you find yourself elbow deep in researching these things, maybe you should actually leave the house? You haven't stepped outside these walls in months Tony.

Tony runs his fingers through his scruffy beard as he spins his legs off the bed and pressing his feet to the floor.

Tony: You know, it has been proven in many studies about the effect of fresh air, well, no air is actually fresh, but the smell tricks the brain in to thinking it is, but it does seem to have an effect that promotes learning and the ability to take more in to ones mental capacity.

With that, Tony stands to his feet, nodding his head in appreciation towards his mother.

Tony: Thank you mother.

Narrator: With that, Tony left the house for the first time since leaving the hospital all those months ago. He knew that if this didn't work, if his training methods to strengthen his knee like never before, then there was a chance he would never be the same again. The grief had not fallen from his mind, but he did have something to focus on, something new to learn, something new to try. It's funny what grief would do to even the most powerful brains on the planet, let alone someone without the capability of handling it. Like the rest of the world, Tony didn't know that he was days away from becoming part of a problem engulfing the entire world. He didn't know a virus was going to be unleashed on the world, that has cause millions of people to be suffering their own kind of grief.

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Narrator: Who would have predicted at the end of two thousand and nineteen, twenty twenty would have such a devastating effect on the world? Tony had theorized that certain people in government in China may have but for the common people, no one could have seen the magnitude of the events that had taken place in the last five months on this planet. Even with the first two months being relatively quiet, Tony had pondered the thought of the possible spread to Ohio, which happened just one month before the date this is set. It was April and in Ohio, unbeknown to people, the state was suffering the peak of it's deaths, thankfully as you're listening to this, we can comfortably say that with low recent hospital admissions or death, Ohio is over the worst, but a month ago, panic had run through the state. Unimpressed with the way the pandemic was being handled, Tony opted for his own approach. Tony's small garage attached to his house had long been converted in to a place where his imagination could run wild, something his mother had encouraged from a young age. Many experiments had taken place in this room, many theories proven and myths dispelled in this small room. It was a place that he could put theory in to practice.

Tony looked at a whiteboard in front of him, through the thick black rims of his glasses, reading what some would see as gibberish on the board. To the side of the board upon a wooden table sat test tubes and a microscope. Tony looks at the writing on the board once more as he slides blue latex gloves on to his hands and moves towards the test tube and drops an eyedropper in to it, extracting just some of the clear solution in to a peatry dish before sliding it under the microscope and observing.

Tony: Hmmm.

Tony looks towards the board to his left, his eyes scanning what was written by his own hand before looking back at whatever is under the scope.

Tony: I believe you are the closest thing I can create to replicate the novel coronavirus plaguing our planet.

Narrator: Yes, you heard that right. Tony had spent months researching, using every scientific mean to study to genetic code of the cause of COVID-19. Many people get confused by coronavirus and COVID-19, so I will help you understand. Coronavirus is the actual virus type often found in birds and mammals, very rarely can be transmitted to human, in the same way you couldn't give your pet dog influenza, due to our deoxyribonucleic acid, or DNA to people unaware of what that is not being compatible for the virus to attack. Some coronaviruses mutate, allowing transmission to human, allowing them to attack our cells, predominantly in the respiratory organs, our lungs, causing a disease, in this case, COVID-19. CO indicates it's from the corona family. VI tells you its a virus. D informs you it's a disease and 19 is the year the first case was found, bringing together the name of the disease COVID-19.

Tony zoomed the microscope in a little further and nodded his approval.

Tony: Well, I just manufactured something relatively close to a virus that can dent the world population, minus the aspect that caused spreading at a rapid rate. Now if I am one component away from turning this in to something deadly, I would think it wouldn't have taken a team of scientists in China to weaponize this.

Narrator: Months of work and Tony was staring at a man made coronavirus. Does make you think, doesn't it?

Tony: Now to work out how to kill you, you little son of a bitch.

Narrator: It appealed to Tony no end to be the man who ended this invisible war and bring himself just that amount of fame enough for people to listen to his teachings and revert the world to a more simpler time.

Tony stepped back, looking at a nearby chemical in a bottle and reaching for it with his gloved hand and taking an eyedropper and filling it with the chemical and dropping it in to the peatry dish, his eyes looking through the microscope. A smile crosses the young mans face.

Tony: Indeed you are the closest thing I can get to this modern day black death. How to take something that's extremely toxic and render it for human use? What is it that has close links to this said disease. Ebola is part of that family, but it attacks the lungs, not unlike tuberculosis. What if the key is not to focus on the virus per se, but to focus on the body parts it attacks. What if it's just as simple as this in front of me? A weakened strain of the virus, something that shares the characteristics, with much less potency? Everyone is over thinking it with concoctions of who knows what but what if it is as basic as something like that. It's not impossible to defeat this disease without any medical help, people carry this without them knowing, spreading it, yet forcing their immune systems to fight it. What if the cure is just the disease without the additional numbers of drugs that companies want to push on people?

Tony's mother Victoria enters the room slowly, looking across at him.

Victoria: Hey baby. I know you don't like being disturbed while you're working on something.

Tony waves his hand towards his mother, beckoning her in to the room, her eyes looking at the whiteboard.

Narrator: Victoria had always encouraged her son to be the best he could be and rarely interrupted his work, or his process.

Victoria: What does this all mean?

Tony smiled towards his mother, pride in his usual cold eyes as he walks towards the whiteboard.

Tony: This mother, is the generic code for coronavirus. This is actually the virus in word form and how it looks under the hood as it were. It's like the engine of a car, everything that has been masterfully crafted and put together is needed for it to work as one. All of these are needed to make it work, but if you take away just a few different parts of it, then it loses it's momentum.

Victoria: And you're trying to figure out what can kick the shit out of certain parts of it?

Narrator: Victoria has a way with words, doesn't she? When Tony started this project just a couple of short months ago, she knew he had not reached the acceptance stage of grief, she hoped he would never need to reach that stage, so she saw this as a good distraction for him.

Tony: Yes. If you can weaken the virus, people's bodies will naturally defend itself against the threat.

Victoria looks towards the test tubes on the wooden table.

Victoria: And what's in those?

Tony: Coronavirus. Well, a weakened coronavirus.

A surprised look instantly hit Victoria's face, not sure what to make of her son's calmness in the matter.

Victoria: Actual coronavirus? How did you get that?

Tony: A weakened version, something that if anyone should get infected by it, it would feel more like the common cold than a life threatening diseases. It wasn't difficult to just manufacture myself with the help of a few of our avian friends. In fact it was much easier than I thought.

Victoria: Well this needs to go on hold for now because your SCW bosses just called and they'd like you to call them back as soon as you can.

Narrator: It was a call Tony had waited for since those very first moments after the surgery on his knee. He know given the time frame, the call would happened around about this time to see if his recovery progress was enough for the people at Sin City Wrestling or if his career in wrestling was finished. He had gone through four of the five stages of grief during the last seven months. He was in denial from day one, wondering how he got injured. He had thrown out his anger at fate and how his career was lost, for three months, he had spent most of his time alone rewatching his matches feeling sorry for himself. He had just got through the bargaining stage of struggling to find a new meaning. He knew that if the news was good, he would never have to accept his career was finished. It didn't take him long to hurry through the house and in front of a laptop where a now much more popular than it was before the pandemic, video conferencing program called Zoom was on the screen and a three way conference with the bosses of SCW Mark Ward and Christian Underwood was underway.

Tony: Good afternoon gentlemen, I hope you're both well.

Mark: Considering the circumstances, we're both fine. How are you doing?

Tony pushes his glasses closer to his eyes as he shuffled himself to a cross legged position on the sofa he was sitting on.

Tony: I'm doing very well, thank you for asking, although I fear my state might not be feeling the exact same at the moment.

Christian: We have kept an eye on cases in your state and the seem high at the moment.

Tony: Sadly you are correct Mr. Underwood. It feels like cases are very high right now. People tend to do as they please here. Basic sanitation and hygiene would greatly increase the chances of suppressing this virus, even something like mouthwash.

Mark: Mouthwash?

Tony: Yes sir, an alcohol or ethanol based mouthwash. Alcohol is present in all hand sanitizers to kill germs, somewhere between seventy and ninety percent, which is too much for oral use.

Christian: I don't know about that, Mark's probably drunk a lot higher.

Tony smiles as Mark Ward frowns on the camera.

Tony: A small amount of alcohol kills bacteria. Although the coronavirus itself is not bacterial, I don't feel that it can cause any harm to have better oral hygiene.

Mark: True, I mean you ain't smelt Christian's coffee breath in the morning. He could certainly do with better oral hygiene.

It was Christian's turn to frown this time.

Tony: I'm sure you gentlemen have not taken the time out of your busy day to call me to speak about the pandemic.

Christian: Actually no, we haven't. We got sent a copy of your doctors report as requested and approved by you last week. We're shocked that in seven months, you've seemed to have made that knee stronger than it was before the injury.

Mark: Basically, you're free to return to work if you want. We understand with this going on, some people would prefer to sit it out, but we have our roster locked down in a luxury hotel.

Christian: Most of them. Others don't seem to understand the risks they're taking not only to themselves but to others.

Mark: But to combat that, we have very regular testing, after every show or when people who won't listen to our safety instructions return to the hotel. We have a set up with a local lab that gets test results back within twenty four hours and our only positive return was months ago, and cleared. One person gets it, we will lock things down to the point of no leaving the room for anyone until retests are done.

Tony: It sounds like you have everything under control there.

Christian: We do. It was a big joint effort with us, alongside SCU and GRIME, to make this safe to continue running shows. We don't want to rush you back to action, but would like you to be back around the others and in the hotel as soon as you and of course your charming mother, can.

Tony quickly runs his hand over his smooth face as he looks at his mother across the room.

Victoria: Fucking heard that Underwood and I don't like sarcasm, but if you're paying for shit and Tony agrees to it.

Christian's face drops as he hears Victoria's voice from across the room, but Mark Ward smiles widely.

Christian: You buy your own drinks at the bar but the mini bar in your room will be on us.

Victoria: You better have people restocking that mini bar a lot Underwood cause I get thirsty when I'm bored.

Tony: I think what my mother means is we will be with you as soon as I look in to travel options so the safest possible way for us to find you.

Mark: We have access to a private plane that we have used to get people in to Las Vegas. Just let us know when it suits you and I will have it sent to a quiet airfield.

Tony: That would be appreciated gentlemen, I will see you in Las Vegas shortly.

Narrator: And with that, the grief had gone, the months of waiting to know how this would effect his promise start to his career had vanished in an instant. Acceptance came with relief and he felt free, free to make his own mind up about things, free to breathe, free to see clearly now that glum cloud had been lifted. It was time to pick up where he left off, it was time to find someone who needed his help with their life, as much as O'Malley needed with his....

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Narrator: And with a move to the hotel, Tony had to be creative, yet that was a forte of his. He'd watched for weeks, watched people record their work from the hotel bar and pool, from random places, yet the one that stood out was Evie Jordan and her use of spiders just weeks ago that shone fresh in Tony's mind. It drew him in for the creativity. He disliked the straight talk down the camera with zero emphasis on the dramatic flair. He believed to sell a match you had to think outside the box, and not be generic. At home, he could be but he had to source material for this and find somewhere to perform, and that he did.

Smoke drifted across a room somewhere in The Saxon Hotel, one of the countless empty storage rooms and white, presumably made of something other than marble, tombstones stood around the room. The camera focuses on Tony Thorn sitting on the floor amongst the props, a small knife in his hand as he spins it around his knee.

Tony: It's incredible the feeling you get when you feel you've lost something, something that felt special, something that felt unstoppable. Relationships.... Lives....

Tony looks up at the camera, his face clean shaven and his eyes are dead as they were every other time you seen him.

Tony: Careers. Everyone links grief to just the loss of a loved one but that is not strictly true, it's never been strictly true. In fact, grief comes in many forms and that is something I have proven I believe over time. I thought I lost my career, I thought I'd lost everything that came with being a wrestler, that I was slow, that I was not who I used to be, that I would no longer take a risk. I grieved for that and the decisions it made me feel were the best for me, the best for what was going on around me, were masked by the grief I had because of this.

Tony looks down again and presses the knife in to his knee just a little, not ripping the material covering his leg.

Tony: Grief makes us do strange things. Judgement gets clouded with it and this is something that we, as smart human beings, or at lest semi functional human beings, can eradicate on their own. When people focus on the loss of something, they lose sight of many other things, they're blinkered to the point they can only look in one direction and the world to either side just passes them by. They don't care about the concern people have for them, they don't see what fools they're making of themselves, because in their mind, they don't care what bad choices they're making that effects others, they look towards themselves and themselves only.

Tony lies the knife on the ground next to him, but his eyes stay firmly planted on it.

Tony: This is your problem, isn't it, O'Malley?

Tony's cold eyes look upwards but his head stays in the same position.

Tony: This is your issue. This is where you come in to this story because you can't seem to look either side because you are blinkered by grief. You might sit there and claim that you're over the grief of losing your wife, in what was a very odd relationship, and you may claim that I am picking on something about you that was long passed it's sell by date, your new lady friend might be set to run to Twitter right now to disperse my claims, because the moment you see the truth, her steak and lobster meal ticket fades to a happy meal. Either way, it's not passed it's sell by date at all O'Malley because it's driven you to everything, everything you've done in the last few years has been motivated by grief.

Tony puts his hands together as he looks down at the ground, his head slightly turned to the left.

Tony: Let's take a look at you O'Malley. From day one, you became a wrestler to honor Misty after her untimely demise. You went to undoubtedly the best training school in the world to put yourself in a position to make a dead woman proud of you. You did that because deep down, you thought it would help her never to be forgotten. You didn't have enough faith in her own legacy to be remembered, so you wanted to wrestle to help her be remembered. Are you telling me that wasn't driven by grief?

Tony's cold eyes dart upwards.

Tony: Of course it was. Speak to anyone in the wrestling world about top women wrestlers and Misty Waters would have been spoken about, she didn't need you to step in the ring, but grief had clouded your judgement. I'm sure if you believe in ghosts and being able to contact them, if you could speak to her, I'm sure she would have asked you for one thing, and one thing only, to look after your son, but in your grief stricken mind, you thought this was your best way forward.

Tony lifts his now pressed together hands to his face, his forefinger on his nose.

Tony: And then you were gone, because the grief consumed every part of your being, every part and you just couldn't face public life, cameras in your face, every interviewer in the world asking about Misty, because grief made it all about you, you selfish prick! Grief made you fucking selfish!

Tony's voice gets louder.

Tony: GRIEF TURNED YOU IN TO A FUCKING WASTE OF A HUMAN BODY! YOU RAN BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T FACE IT! GRIEF MADE YOU A COWARD!

Tony takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and continuing talking.

Tony: Only to reemerge when people have forgotten all about you, because of some unrelated woman....

He opens his pale eyes as he continues to talk.

Tony: Now I could have focused on how she is in control and you're akin to a robot at this point, but people will be doing that every time the prospect of facing you comes up, you can trust my word on that. They don't want to look at things as deeply as I do and I know that it's not because you're a beta male, it's not because you want to be second best, it's simply because you wasn't thinking straight when you allowed her to enter this phase of your life. To stop your grief, you are trying to replace your wife, you are trying to allow another woman to make your decisions for you. I had never had the pleasure of meeting your wife, but from what I can adhere, I could tell from anyone I have heard speaking about her and the fact that I have watch each and every Sin City Wrestling show, that she was a strong woman with unlimited leading skills. Your current flame does not possess those qualities but it's not your fault O'Malley, it's not your fault that you have allowed yourself to be put in this position. It all comes down to the grief you still feel. People have tried to tell you about it, tried to help you but you wouldn't listen to them.

Tony reaches for the knife and slowly gets to his feet, letting the smoke form around his lower legs.

Tony: I can help you O'Malley, because right now I know I have your attention, by simply explaining to you, that the grief will remain until you let go of the guilt you feel. It wasn't your fault, it was just her time. You, nor anyone else could have saved her. Forgive yourself, fate conspired that day, everyone made the choice to be where they were, so it's time for you to let go of the guilt and your grief shall fade. If not the grief will drive you here.

Tony takes a few steps towards two tombstones, one with the name Misty O'Malley written on it, a second with "? O'Malley" written on it. Tony slightly smiles.

Tony: My apologies, through out all that I could possibly do and find out, I didn't feel it right to announce your true name to people before you chose to do it yourself. No one likes things being revealed that are out of there control, takes the fun out of so many things.

He slightly shrugs his left shoulder.

Tony: That is where you will end up if you keep holding on to this grief from the past.

Tony quickly turns, throwing the knife in his hand at the tombstone of O'Malley, the knife digging in to the material in the letter O.

Tony: But I should probably talk about your wrestling career since you've returned. I should mentioned your failed attempt at the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight championship, but to me, that is not to be focused on, what is to be focused on is that Sin City Underground golden briefcase. It must have indeed be an exceptionally proud moment for you to have won such a prestigious prize but it does pose a slight conundrum for you. That metal box give you the option of a cowards way out, it gives you the chance to wait for someone to be tired from another match and then like a vulture, you can very much swoop in and pick the bones in true scavenger cliche.

Tony starts to walk around the room, not looking at the camera.

Tony: You need to ask yourself at that point do you want to be seen as a cheap shot confidence artist or legitimate. How do you want people to see you? Well, HOW THE FUCK DO YOU WANT PEOPLE TO SEE YOU!?!?!

Tony grits his teeth as he looks to the ground.

Tony: Especially after Sunday night. People will see when you have to stand face to face with someone, someone like me for example, that you just not be able to make the cut. I have spend months away from that hexagon ring, months of my career wasted, months of my life not getting to where I should be and it shouldn't be facing the likes of you, it should be facing champions, headlining shows but here I am O'Malley and I will take incredible satisfaction in the fact that I can make your star fade before it has a chance to burn bright. I will not be failing on my return, I can not, I must not, and I will not O'Malley. Since you reached up and grabbed that briefcase, a heavy pressure fell down with it, a huge amount of pressure that you never had even minutes before. In Sin City Underground, they could have protected you to give you opponents you should breeze through until that time you chose to cash in all those chips and tried to trade it for a championship belt, but in Sin City Wrestling, there's no one to protect you.

Tony finally peers down the camera, not an emotion crossing his face at all.

Tony: This is a jungle, because no one in Sin City Wrestling gives a shit about what you do in Sin City Underground, not one member on the roster sit there and see you as a big deal until you earn that respect from them. I sat and watched them for months between matches, I saw their mannerisms, and the way the look at each other but until you earn your stripes, they will never see your success elsewhere and an immediate threat. I am seeing that is the normal around there, so I too don't see your Sin City Underground achievements as a reason for me to respect you O'Malley. You're just someone who, like many before, have waved their past employment successes in people's faces and expected it to mean something here.

The smoke begins to rise around Tony.

Tony: You are very much in my domain O'Malley, and all owning that briefcase means is that your shortcomings will be exposed, it will educate you on the way you need to approach your chance when you choose to cash that in. I guess come Sunday, it will be I adding more grief, to your already grief ridden existence on this earth. I know you've heard my words, it's now down to you act on them, for you O'Malley, you have been enlightened.

The smoke rises above Tony's head, filling the room, as the scene slowly fades to black.

Climax Control Archives / Enlightenment Lesson 5: Gender

« on: September 13, 2019, 12:08:52 PM »

Narrator: Months to pass without the sight of Tony Thorn on screen wasn't uncommon, in fact it was fairly standard for the man from Lima, Ohio. Wrestling wasn't his number one concern, yet it was a source of helping him understand life in a much clearer way. Wrestling is world unto it's own, where secrets and lies are celebrated and this is what make Tony tick, this is the side of wrestling he wanted to see, the psychological side to it all, the way people approached things. SCW had been good to him, allowing him to wrestle when they felt they needed someone new, someone different, someone with a unique set of skills that could baffle a certain opponent, they needed someone to test Ty West. Tony knew that Ty would be over confident, he had an air of arrogance at times back then and Tony was tasked to see if his focus was present. It wasn't. In the case of Casey Williams, it was a case of seeing if his experience could out think a thinker, it couldn't. With Joshua Acquin, it was to see if he still had anything in the tank, he didn't. With Lachlan Kane, it was to see if he could one day cut it as a singles wrestler, he can't. Although Tony does appear at some shows, not on camera, he is there to learn, to soak in the knowledge of his daily surroundings, but when he's needed in the ring, he's needed to test a certain opponent on a certain thing. Why Teddy Warren? Simply his record. Three out of the last four have been wins, it's time to test Teddy Warren on his consistency. Will Teddy Warren consistently pick up another win? Spoiler alert, he won't. Still, Climax Control two hundred and forty-six was not one Tony was present at. He was at home in Lima, Ohio. His head as usual soaking up new information.

Victoria: Well shit!

Tony's eyes dart away from the television screen as a World War II documentary plays on the television, the story of how one of the greatest ships in the German fleet, The Bismarck was sunk by the British on May 27th 1941.

Tony: Arrogance of a captain who should have retreated to France after being damaged in the first place.

Tony turns his head, looking through thick black rimmed glasses as he sits on the living room sofa, his eyes following his head movement and away from the average sized television set.

Narrator: Extravagances were never for Tony. It doesn't matter the cost, it was about the job the electrical equipment did. He had no need for eighty inch televisions that were as durable as smaller sets.

Tony: Did you say something mother?

Tony looked towards the door as his mother enters the room, looking at her son, the most precious thing in her world, as he turns his body, his feet touching the floor from his sofa.

Victoria: I just read that SCW card and finally, someone has come to their senses in that office and decided to put my baby boy on television again!

Narrator: For a man who didn't wrestle as often as most, Tony knew what it took to keep the ring rust at bay. Just two or three sessions a week with wrestlers at a local gym, training to be where Tony was. Tony had no formal training, all self taught thought videos, and studying, working out the mechanics of every move he studied, figuring out the safety levels of each of them. It also soothed his mind, the new wrestlers were a curious bunch, always asking questions, always asking questions of what it was like to defeat a man who is now number one contender to the World championship, asking what it was like to be in the ring with two SCW mainstays, and what was it like to beat a dominating Mixed Tag Team champion. They kept his mind ticking over as well as keeping the ring rust off.

A slight smile crosses over Tony's face as he looks towards his mother.

Narrator: He may not have been watching the latest SCW show, that would come later, but his knowledge of Sin City Wrestling was strong. If he wasn't at a show, he would watch everyone's actions within twenty four hours, he would listen to everyone's words, watch everyone's body language in case he ever had the fortune to cross them.

Tony: Well mother, that is interesting. Who would be said opponent for me?

Victoria: Teddy Steele, the Roulette champions but once again those silly sons of bitches book my boy against a champion while looking after him. Who is this guy?

Tony: He's a gentlemen who couldn't find his place, couldn't seem to find something that seemed to stick with the fans. I believe he tried to rap once, yet that never worked out, so he was just the man on screen watching his wife Kate win more and become more popular. Now, he seems to have found something that sticks.

Victoria: What's what?

Tony: He is in a band that if it wasn't for SCW connections, would never be signed by anyone with the sense of hearing, and wears make up.

Victoria frowns at her son as she looks at him.

Victoria: Fucking weirdo.

Tony: It's the way of the world mother. If you can't get noticed on things that make you a set gender, try the other and watch everyone jump on the bandwagon because they want to be noticed too. The world has gone soft because of these people. Although it does give me an excellent idea for something to speak about concerning Mr. Warren. Tomorrow, I think I need a trip out somewhere to get an accessory or maybe two to prove my point.

Narrator: And that's exactly what Tony did. The Lima Mall at 11.30am, on Elida Road was where Tony decided to go. He wandered around with a purpose for an hour, making a stop at two stores to get the two things that he needed. He wasn't a man that would happily shop for hours, browsing store after store for unnecessary things and he certainly wasn't in to window shopping. He shopped for a purpose and not like most would spend money they didn't have just to have a trinket that would add no value to their lives. He'd done what he had to and now it was time to do one of the things he enjoyed doing, watching people as they went about their daily lives.

Tony sits on a bench, a fountain behind him, just one bag next to him with the good he had purchased on his trip to The Lima Mall. Crowds of people swarmed past him, looking for bargains or just simply looking to waste money on things they do not need. His eyes dart to a young mother, a rebellious boy of five years old stomping his feet on the ground.

Narrator: Tony was never like that, he was gifted from a young age. Even at the age of five years old, he knew his mind was not like those of others, he knew intellectually, he was plains ahead of every child his age.

He watches with a disappointed shake of his head as the young mother pacifies the child with candy.

Tony: And now your child will believe to get what he wants, all he needs to do is cause a commotion. Quick fixes such as that will not now, nor ever work.

He turns his head to a group of teens, two boys, two girls dressed in typical skateboarder garb, the rebellious kind.

Tony: Wasted youth.

Tony's words quietly pass his lips as he talks to himself, adjusting his glasses to focus his eyes.

Tony: The kind of people who feels the world owe them something while they skate through it and hold their hands out like little beggars. People like that need a sharp lesson in life.

A commotion to Tony's right causes him to turn, just lowering his glasses as he looks at three people outside a bathroom door, a picture of a female on the door. Tony looks to the left of the three, observing a woman, to the right, a man and in the middle...

Narrator: Tony couldn't believe his eyes at what he saw before him, even rapid blinks couldn't take away the view he had before him.

A bald man stood in between the man and the woman, the man blocking the bathroom door, preventing the bald man entering. Tony looks up and down the bald man, seeing the man wearing a dress.

Narrator: Yes, you saw that right, a man in a dress, no make up, no wig, just a man in a dress.

Tony's jaw clinches as he looks across at the three, his ears straining to listen to the conversation.

Woman: She should be allowed to use the female bathroom.

Man: It's not a fucking she! Look at him, it's a man in a fucking dress!

Woman: But she identifies as a woman.

Narrator: Key words to trigger Tony off at that point.

Tony's eyes become narrow as he watches the woman protest with the random stranger.

Man: Fuck that lady, he could be a fucking pervert! He could be dressed like that just to look up ya fucking skirt. Sick freak!

Tony's voice hushes slightly as he nods once in agreement.

Tony: I wholeheartedly agree.

Woman: She identifies as a woman, she should be treated like one.

The man stands firm, his body against the bathroom door, stopping the man in a dress entering the woman's bathroom.

Woman: People can be who they want to be.

Man: I can say I'm the richest guy in the world but that doesn't make it so.

That comment brings a smile out on Tony's face as he watches across the courtyard, another nod of agreement comes from him.

Narrator: Tony agreed with exactly what the man was saying and later will expand on it all for you but watching mad him more and more angry about the world, angry about the way things were becoming in a place that used to be fine until snowflakes ruined it.

Tony's eye's peered on, watching the too and fro from each side before security arrived to defuse the situation, but he had seen enough.

Narrator: It was one of Tony's pet peeves when the natural order of things was disturbed and men as women, woman as men was the natural order disturbed. Tony decided to take his leave at that point, he'd seen enough and decided at the point it was time to go home, but going home might not have been his best idea.

Walking in to the home he shared with his mother, Victoria was waiting for Tony in the hallway, waiting for his arrival. Within seconds of getting in the door, Victoria had stopped him.

Victoria: They're here...

She stops herself in her tracks as she questions herself.

Victoria: He's here?

Tony nodded slowly, he knew what his mother meant by that.

Tony: Aiden or Alexander?

Victoria: The fuck should I know? They're the same person, it's all in his or their head.

Tony: I trust you kept him entertained?

Victoria: He hears voices in his head, he don't need me to keep him entertained, he can do that on his own.

Tony smiles at his mother as he walks past her and in to the living room where a young man is seen sitting on the sofa, small frame with blonde hair, and piercing eyes. He bounces to his feet as he sees Tony enter the room. Tony looks at the young man closely.

Tony: A pleasure to see you Aiden.

Aiden creeps towards Tony in a slow methodical manner, standing in front of Tony.

Aiden: It happened Tony! It happened, I can do it now. I passed, I can now beat people up. My trainer says I can do it.

Tony: Congratulations Aiden, but are you sure this is what Alexander wants?

Aiden: You told me to do it. You told me this would help me be better and feel better.

Tony: I did but I know Alexander isn't as keen as you are to do this, Aiden.

Aiden: I'm the boss, he listens to what I have to say, but Tony, I can do it now, so I need your help, I need you to help me.

Tony raises a hand to his friend.

Tony: Say no more. I know Alexander is a nervous flyer but I have a show to attend on Sunday on the Island of St. Barthelemy, I will bring you two along and introduce you to the right people to help you. Now you need to be quick because we leave in the morning. It is not cheap but do not worry, I will make the appropriate calls to the right people who will supplement the cost, should I set up an interview. I do not believe it will be much of a problem considering your coaches. I would recommend you also speak to them to help grease the wheels slightly. They have a lot of influence over Sin City Wrestling, many of their trainees have found their way to their rings. I'm sure they will help greatly, they may even help with travel. They have unique way with their stupid.

Aiden: Great! I'll go home and get things together now!

With that, Aiden runs out the house, breezing past Victoria as she enters the room. She looks at Tony with a slow shake of the head.

Victoria: I don't know why you put up with that little psycho.

Tony: Two reasons mother. One, loyalty. Aiden and even Alexander were there for me before the thing happens, and two, if I could take him and make him whole again, that would be a medical breakthrough a miracle to be quite frank. Just think of the millions around the world that can be saved, that can be reprogrammed to be normal again. It would be the end of another bandwagon, it would be the end of mental health problems.

Tony grips his bag in his hand, lifting it chest height and smiles towards his mother.

Tony: Now I must go the basement, I have matters to attend to.

Narrator: And that is where we go and this is where I bid adieu cause this is where focus on what young Tony has to say.

The room is dimly lit, just a small, wooden round table is seen lit up in the middle of the room. Footsteps are heard echoing, getting louder and the sound of wooden chair legs can be heard scraping along the floor. The shadow of Tony Thorn moves in to the dim light, and the outline of a chair being pulled along in his right hand and a bag in his left. Tony places the chair by the table and reaches his free hand in to the bag, pulling out an object and holding it up to his face.

Tony: Aren't you pretty?

Tony stares in to the dead eyes of a plastic moulding in the shape of a human face and neck and puts it down on the table. He reaches in to the bag again and pulls out another object, concealed in his hand and spins the chair around, placing the back of the chair to the table and placing his legs either side, his elbows resting on the top of the chair. He stares at the plastic face.

Tony: I saw something today, something that has lifted something in me. I always believed it but never had the platform to say it until something came along, something that would allow me to focus and then came Teddy Warren, and the universe fell in to place. I sat there knowing I had an opponent who upsets the natural balance of everything, who upsets the way human beings were crafted. A greater power created life, worked impeccably on the way we're set up. The human brain is a complex thing, it's made for us to function, it's not like machines where cogs turn, it fires off commands to allow us to be human, and yet people like Mr Warren try to go against the way we are made, the way we're meant to be.

Tony runs his thumb down the plastic figures face.

Tony: When someone put us on this earth to evolve in to the dominant force on it, there was two sent plan with unique attributes for the both. The male plan, the what you may call the hunter gather plan, the physical strength, the urge to provide and the female plan, the urge to nurture, to have a softer side, yet some uneducated fool decide for themselves, people who do not have the mental capacity to put together a Lego set, let alone build a complex human without conception have decided it's ok for men to be women and women to be men.

Tony's jaw clenches as he grits his teeth, he reaches for the head and pulls it to his face.

Tony: NO! YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO DO THAT! YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO CHANGE FROM SET GUIDELINES! YOU FUCKING DON'T! DON'T ANSWER BACK TO ME!

Tony takes a sharp inhale of breath and holds the head nose to nose with him.

Tony: You want the truth Transgender does not exist! Want me to say it louder? TRANSGENDER DOES NOT EXIST!

Tony puts the head roughly on the table the crash of the plastic meeting the table bounces around the room.

Tony: It doesn't exist. You can not tuck your tail between your legs and call yourself a woman. Your Deoxyribonucleic acid does not change because you wanna be the opposite sex. The make up of your body does not change, hormones do not switch balance and you become the opposite sex by putting plastic in your chest and tucking something between your legs, a voice does not change in your head or become a few octane's higher when you verbalize anything in a way to communicate with someone. Transgender is bullshit.

Tony puts his hands around the plastic head.

Tony: BULLSHIT! Do you wanna know what's worse than people who do that? It's those fucking people who encourage them. The be who you wanna be brigade that encourage them just so they can hide the fact they are judging those freaks of nature. They're as bad as straight people who go to Pride events just to look supportive so no one judges them. You're one of them Teddy, you're one of those people.

Tony removes his hands from the head, just staring at it for a few seconds, his voice turns to calm, yet dangerous.

Tony: People like you Teddy put on that make up, blurring the lines between the natural order of men and women, you do it like every other silly bastard that comes out and says they're Transgender, for the fucking attention. You're like every single person that supports that bullshit, you're doing it for the attention and it worked Teddy, you have my attention, you have me sitting here giving you my full attention but that is not the best thing you could have wanted. I'm sure your jaw has dropped to the floor listening to my views, and I'm sure others will put a label on me, but they will just be proving my point at how soft this world has become, how no one can speak their mind without someone being offended.

Tony moves his head closer to the plastic face and speaks quietly.

Tony: Let me tell you something, I don't care.

Tony jolts back in his seat, his eyes dead but a strange smile crossing his face.

Tony: I... Don't... Give... A.... Damn. You support these unnatural people every time you put make up on, you support these unnatural people every time your face appears on a screen. Is it a surprise that ninety percent of your audience that show up for your shows, all eighteen people who got those free tickets your silly little girls hand out outside venues, claim to be transgender? It's because of people like you encouraging them. It would be a damn shame when that day comes around when their not so evolved minds work out that you're cashing in on them.

Tony grips the head with his hand, holding it behind the back of it's head.

Tony: You are not natural Teddy. YOU FUCKING HEAR ME? YOU ARE NOT NATURAL!

Tony flips the object concealed in his hand and gives it a twist, revealing the top of a red lipstick. Tony starts to scribble over the plastic heads face.

Tony: THIS IS NOT FUCKING NATURAL, YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR THIS TEDDY!

He throws the lipstick against the wall and picks the head up in his left hand, holding it out in front of him, his voice dropping to a quieter tone.

Tony: You're gonna pay for blurring the lines to encourage these people.

Tony reaches behind his back and slams a small blade directly between the eyes of the plastic head.

Tony: You have been enlightened!

Tony throws the plastic head in to the darkness, a crash coming from off camera, usually the cue for the camera to face, but Tony bends two fingers towards it, and the camera moves closer to Tony.

Tony: By the way Teddy, I know who Diamond is. I'm a genius after all, but your secret's safe with me.

Tony raises a finger to his lips.

Tony: Shusssssssssh.

With Tony's dead eyes looking down the camera, the scene finally fades.

Climax Control Archives / Enlightenment Lesson 4: Over Compensation

« on: February 01, 2019, 07:04:10 AM »

Narrator: Three wins out of three, people have earned championship matches for less than that, yet Tony Thorn was content with his short career, he was just refining his career after all with no need to rush. One match a cycle was all he felt he needed to advance himself. He believed that this career was a slow burning path to success. He saw enough to know that rushing in like a bull in a china shop would only serve to put the body more at risk, significantly shortening a career. It was that time in the cycle where Tony would step out from being the self trained wrestler and work with someone else once again. In the times Tony didn't appear on screen, which was a high percentage when he wasn't at a show to wrestle, he had no airs and graces, no urge to run around on expensive vacations or buy expensive things, it was back home to Lima, Ohio, the small house he shared with his mother, where he could fill his head with more knowledge. This is where we start, back in Ohio.

Tony Thorn lays on a sofa, his cold eyes staring up at the cracked white ceiling above his head, through thick rimmed glasses as the sounds of classical music can be heard playing through earphones, directly in to his ears, the music swaying around his brain, every note stimulating brain waves. His mind drifts to a suspended state, his eyes focusing on the cracked paint above his head but it's short lived as his mother stands over him, cutting in to his eyeshot. He reaches to the earphones that sit unnoticed in his ears and looking up at his mother, his eyes turning towards a thick envelope in her hands.

Tony: And what pray tell is that mother?

Victoria Thorn looks over her son as Tony swings his legs to the floor, his bare feet hitting the wooden boards as he raises the glasses on his face to rest on his head.

Victoria: This is from the offices of the guy with the accent and the guy who is a Twitter sexual harassment case waiting to happen.

Tony: Ah, Misters Ward and Underwood.

Victoria hands the envelope towards Tony who takes it with his right hand.

Tony: Thank you mother.

With a swift rip at the end, Tony opens the envelope, revealing documents inside. He pulls out the documents and unfolds the paper, revealing work related details. Tony lowers his glasses back across his eyes and read silently in his head.

Victoria: Well?

Narrator: Victoria had never really been a patient person, it just wasn't in her nature to be patient.

Tony looks up at his mother, his eyes just peering slightly over the top of the glasses.

Tony: It's the information about my next step in Sin City Wrestling, plus two air tickets to Carson City, Nevada for a match against a champion.

Victoria: Finally those idiots in the office has seen that my baby boy is better than that angry foreigner sexual predator they have as a champion and giving you the chance to rip that belt from his job stealing hands! About fucking time.

Tony: Not entirely the case mother.

Victoria looks firmly at Tony, confused by his denial.

Narrator: Through Victoria's eyes, her son was the best at anything he done. While this was the case with so many other aspects of his life, wrestling was not one he felt he had mastered yet, regardless of his flawless record.

Victoria: They're making you face that monk guy? The guy fucking the woman who used to be your friend, that has gone strangely quiet since Friar Tuck put in an appearance.

Tony: No. They have put me against the Mixed Tag Team champion, in a non title match, Lachlan Kane.

Victoria: Who the fuck is Lachlan Kane?

Narrator: Tony knew exactly who Lachlan Kane was. From the second anyone put their name on an SCW contract, Tony has taken the time to watch all he could about the person, learn all he could about the person in case their paths crossed at some time in the future. It didn't matter if you was a two match let down like Slappy McGoo, or a seasoned veteran like Joshua Acquin, Tony had spent a couple of days pawing over matches, interviews, news stories, anything he could find out about the person who was now a co-worker male or female, he watched, he learned, he took notice. Lachlan was no different. From the second his name was announced, Tony had spent time learning who he, and his significant other were before their boots touched the canvas of SCW. Without interaction, he felt he knew them personally enough to know their weaknesses and he already knew Lachlan's biggest weakness.

Tony: Lachlan Kane is a man who needs hype for validation, he needs to over compensate everything he does.

Tony taps his chin.

Tony: I think I know exactly how to teach young Ms. Jones a lesson here about how over compensation leads to delusion to show the weaknesses of an opponent, but I need your help mother.

Victoria: Anything you need son.

Tony: I need a high sort after selective event, something where the rich gather to brag, I also need Ms. Jones...

Narrator: The Thorns? At a High Society event? Stranger things have happened in the wrestling world, I've seen a lot.

As many people in black suits and ties, and women in long flowing evening dresses can be seen in a line, seemingly stepping up to a security line can be seen. The camera quickly jumps to the front to see an uncomfortable looking Tony Thorn in a black suit, with matching bow tie, standing next to his mother Victoria in a black evening dress and to his left Trinity Jones in a dark blue evening dress.

Trinity: What is this all about Tony?

Tony looks at Trinity with his cold eyes, a slight smile creeping over his face.

Tony: This Ms. Jones is a lesson for you, a lesson that will serve you very well in not only your wrestling career but in life.

The three approach security taking names. The head security guard looks at the three with disdain, looking down at his clipboard in front of him.

Security: Are you on the list?

Victoria: No, I'm here for my fucking health!

Tony raises a hand towards the security guard.

Tony: The Thorn party.

Tony looks intensely at the man who looks at the clipboard. He takes one look at Victoria again before looking down at the board once more.

Security: This way please.

The trio walk to where the security guard has pointed, walking through to a grand ballroom looking area. Tony turns his head towards his mother.

Tony: You must tell me how you managed this mother.

Victoria: I just told them that my son was a famous wrestler, that wanted to join their little club and they would be crazy not to accept him.

Tony and Trinity share a look before Tony looks at his mother again.

Tony: You threatened to rip their tongues out if they didn't entertain us tonight, didn't you?

Victoria: That was the polite version of what I said, yes.

Trinity looks at Tony with a smile.

Trinity: I like her.

Victoria: Now this place has a free bar, so I'm off to get seriously fucked up on rich folks money. You just let momma know when you're ready to leave.

Victoria squeezes Tony's arm before moving towards the bar area, leaving Tony and Trinity to look around. Before the two can move anywhere, a man approaches them.

Man: Ah, Mr Thorn I presume?

Tony looks at the man, noticing the strange tilt of the man's hair, an unnatural look to the naked eye. Tony nods politely, mustering up a smile as best he can.

Man: I am Herbert Sullivan I handle admissions to join our prestigious golf club. I'm delighted to have a television star honouring us tonight with their presence.

Tony: Actually two television stars. This is Ms. Trinity Jones, she is also in my field of work and has been for many a year.

Trinity puts her hand out politely as Herbert shakes it.

Herbert: Well we would be delighted to consider you both for membership should you meet certain criteria, but don't worry about that, for now, mingle and enjoy yourself. Now if you'll excuse me, I must mingle too.

Herbert steps away from the two as Trinity fires Tony a strange look.

Trinity: Your mother must have scared the shit right out of him.

Tony: She indeed has that effect on people she neither knows, nor cares about.

Trinity: Wait, we're here to get membership to an exclusive golf club? Can you even play golf?

Tony: God no. I mean I feel I could master the game with maybe forty point two seven hours of video and maybe twelve point seven hours of physically attempting it, but not, that is not why we're here. We're here to observe people who over compensate to hide something. Take our new friend Mr Sullivan.

Trinity: What about him?

The two look towards him and Tony waves his finger.

Tony: Did you not notice the unusual cut of the man's hair? The way it laid upon his head was slightly unnatural.

Trinity: I just thought he had a real shit haircut.

Tony: No dear Ms. Jones, the man is indeed wearing a hairpiece, a wig because he is over compensating for his baldness. Deep down he feels that he wouldn't be looked at the same again that he wouldn't be as important as his standing within this golf club if he had no hair, that he would seem less masculine, so he over compensates by wearing a wig.

Trinity looks at the man and back towards Tony.

Trinity: What does that have to do with anything?

Tony: Patience Ms Jones, there are many other examples in this room. This is why we're here to learn about these things, to prove a point. Come with me.

Tony puts his arm out towards Trinity who links her arm around is and the two walk deeper in the room. Tony stops them as he looks at a man.

Tony: Now here's a prime example. Listen in.

Narrator: Tony and Trinity did listen in to the man talking about how he'd been partying with countless women, spending late nights in suspect places to enjoy the company of beautiful people. How he'd spent so much money having fun and living what he saw was his life to the full. Tony could see through the man as if he was a window. The more the man bragged to his friends, who seemed to be eating up every single word, the more Tony smiled.

Tony: You see that man is over compensating for the fact that for his recent marriage failure. The truth is, he's probably been sitting at home alone doing nothing.

Trinity: How would you know that?

Tony raises his left hand and points to his wedding ring finger and point to the man. Trinity looks at the man to see a tan line where a wedding ring used to be.

Tony: Over compensating bragging when really he's a shell of a man. Shall we move on...

Tony and Trinity move to another group of people, just listening in.

Narrator: Tony and Trinity listen to another man speaking about the incredible money he is set to make, how the money is easy to bring in, so much so, he's considering buying a new million dollar sports car. The man continues to brag, seemingly making this money is easy, but Tony notices differently.

Tony: He may like to tell people that is was easy money but look closely. He has bags under his eyes from late night's working on this deal, his fingernails have been bitten down to next to nothing, the wrinkles by his eyes tell a different story. The man is over compensating for having a lack of a life outside his office prison.

A loud female voice can be heard from another side of the room and Tony and Trinity turn their heads to look at the woman, surrounded by three men. The woman speaks loudly, her hands randomly touching the men on their shoulders. Tony and Trinity walk towards the woman and Tony points to her.

Tony: This one is all yours.

Trinity: Ok, she's flirting and loud because she don't want people to know who she is, so she's deflecting them by distracting them. Probably can't get laid being herself, because she's ugly as a dog's ass so she tries to be the life of the party so people think she's actually worth a damn.

Tony smile at Trinity, resting his hand on her shoulder.

Narrator: Although that's not the way Tony's would have put it himself, Trinity had hit the nail on the head, she was projecting an image to people so no one could see the flaws of who she really was.

Tony: And that Trinity, is the lesson today. People over compensate who they are to avoid people seeing their weaknesses. I have a match in SCW with a man her personifies that very thing. A man who over compensates to avoid the fact he isn't a very good wrestler. The lesson here is once you can tell the difference between what's real, and what they want you to think is real, people are incredibly easy to defeat mentally and physically. Being real and knowing who one truly is, is what keeps us a step ahead of anyone else. I don't feel we need to waste our time here much longer.

The camera moves over to Victoria, sitting at the bar, a glass of Whiskey in between her fingers as she listens to a drunken conversation between two men.

Drunk guy 1: I can't believe they let those people in here. Low class inbred trash defiling the halls of our great club. If they become members I will strongly protest.

Drunk guy 2: What people?

Drunk guy 1: Those people.

Victoria turns her eyes as she sees them first drunk guy point towards Tony and Trinity. Victoria's eyes glow with rage as she reaches for a nearby bottle.

Victoria: Oh fuck no!

Narrator: Sadly, this part of the promo could not be shown for the extreme violent measures taken out by Victoria Thorn. Needless to say the scene ended up a mess and neither Tony, Victoria or Trinity will be offered membership to this exclusive club, so let's skip on to Tony talking about the man he is facing on Sunday, Lachlan Kane.

A table can be seen with a few items on, just a light shining from above showing the items as a model luxury yacht, a model sports car, a dollhouse and an action figure of Lachlan Kane. The shadow of Tony Thorn can be seen walking around the table as he looks down.

Tony: Four items, that each personifies over compensation, yes, that's what this is what you've been enlightened on and this is why you wonder why I would have linked it to Lachlan Kane.

Tony runs his finger along the sports car.

Tony: Every person with weakness has to over compensate to deflect from the fact that you're not actually as good as you'd like people to believe, and this is sadly the case for so many of the human species who can not face the facts that they are not living up to the standard they perceive to be normal. People by these things to make themselves feel that they're someone when they're not.

Tony picks up the sports car and throws it harshly against the wall.

Tony: Oh material objects to deflect. Hey, I'm a terrible human being but if I buy something fancy, everyone will not think that of me, they'll think I'm something special. I need a fancy new house where I can invite people over and show off.

Tony crashes his hand through the top of the dollhouse, the wood shavings falling across the table before Tony wipes them off the table before leaning in, looking closely at the action figure of Lachlan.

Tony: But that's not you, is it Lachlan? You don't need these trinkets to over compensate, do you?

Tony grabs the boat and throws it and the wall. He lifts up his hand to the action figure, holding a switchblade point to the top of his head.

Tony: Your over compensation is something physical, something you need a hype person to confirm, the hype person that is your significant other Sierra Williams, someone whole helps you over compensate by telling the world that you apparently have above average genitalia. You've build a team name on it, you've hammed it over your career, you've tried to make people focus on something that does not exist, just to distract away from the fact that you are just an average wrestler who needed something to try and make people take notice of you, so you got your hype woman working overtime.

Tony slides the blade down towards the aforementioned genitalia of the action figure.

Tony: So this doll must not me anatomically correct in your hype woman's eyes, but I feel it just might be. Tell me Lachlan, how does the size of your reproductive organs help you garner success as a wrestler?

Tony lifts the action figure to his ear, as if to listen to it speaking to him.

Tony: Oh really? Are you sure? I think you're wrong little dolly.

Tony lays the action figure back on the table, holding the blade back to it's genitalia.

Tony: See I see beyond the hype, nor do I care about if your woman likes to spare your feelings and over hype for you. I see the fact you point towards your some what moderately attractive woman to make yourself feel better for your shortcomings. You over compensate by making her seem like a prize, you over compensate by posting close up pictures of what is clearly rolled up socks in trunks, just to hide the fact that you're not very good in the ring. The fans listen to that side of you rather than seeing you for your average skills in the ring.

Tony moves his head closer to the action figure, his cold dead eyes looking in to the plastic eyes of the figure laying flat on it's proverbial back.

Tony: On Sunday, I will get to expose you so that they see no matter how much hype can come in your direction, no matter how many times you deflect the attention to your better half, no matter how high you raise that shiny belt of yours, you will be taken down by a man who may have less experience, less matches, zero championships to his name, and the hype surround you Lachlan will be gone. It will be over. I know who I am, I know my strengths, I know size of manhood plays no role in this industry, I know when it comes down to it my wrestling skills will outweigh yours without a problem.

Tony lays the blade on top of the action figure.

Tony: I do NOT need to over compensate who I am, I do not need to pretend to be something I'm not, or have something I do not possess. I do not need fancy trinkets, or expensive material possessions, because in this business, you need one thing, wrestling ability, and your time of hiding the fact that you have little comes to an end on Sunday.

Tony lifts the handle of the switchblade.

Tony: You have been enlightened!

Tony drives the blade downwards in to the action figures genital area, the knife stand up in the plastic figure. A cold blank look crosses Tony's face as the camera fades to black.

Climax Control Archives / Enlightenment Lesson 3: Failure

« on: November 28, 2018, 07:49:47 PM »

The camera opens with the face of an SCW superstar long forgotten, the face of Tony Thorn. Indeed still an SCW superstar, he had not been seen on SCW Television for a while. Tony sits cross legged on a single armchair in his Lima, Ohio home, looking through black rimmed glasses at a thick book, his mind lost in whatever he happens to be reading.

Narrator: It has indeed been a long time since your eyes happened to see this young man, and a while since you've heard my voice, but I feel a little explanation is warranted for the slight disappearance of Mr Thorn. He had started his SCW career incredibly well, picking up victories over now SCW Roulette champion Ty West, cumulating in an odd friendship with one of Ty West's very own friends, Effie Bingham, and followed that up with an impressive victory over long term SCW Superstar Casey Williams. People saw Tony as a possible star of the future, spending two years honing his craft before even stepping through the ropes, so why would a man with great promise up and disappear from the cameras, spending more time back in Lima?

Tony flips the page on the book, his eyes concentrating on the words.

Narrator: Tony saw SCW as a way to spread his message of truth far and wide, yet had fallen slightly short of that goal. There was something different, something magical about the wrestling business, something he didn't expect, the countless little groups that formed as wrestlers waited to make their grand entrance. Tony was fully aware of the way humans interacted but this was different, this lead to him standing back and observing more than he anticipated. He found himself more caught up in these "packs" of people than wrestling.

Tony flips the page again, looking at more of the small printed words.

Narrator: A conclusion was made that some of these wrestlers really were the most vile human beings on the planet. An appointment was made to meet Mr. Ward and Mr. Underwood, and an agreement was made to allow him to step away, work further on his craft, to learn to be accepting of people who did not deserve his respect, in exchange for remaining part of the SCW roster, to be called upon any time in his remaining contract time. The call hasn't come for a while, yet he didn't complain, there was plenty of things he could learn, things to explore that he hadn't before... Well, until Sunday past.

Tony's eyes continue to scan the page, the outside world very much blocked from his thoughts, yet a call from the kitchen from his mother forces his eyes from the page.

Victoria: About fucking time!

Her loud and gruff voice causes Tony to divert his head in the direction of the sound. He lowers the book on to his lap and lowers his glasses.

Tony: Is everything ok mother?

His eyebrows lower as he waits for a response but his redheaded mother moves in to the room, a look of excitement on her face.

Victoria: I've just seen the latest SCW card and finally someone has come to their fucking senses in that office.

He takes off his glasses completely, looking towards his mother with a quizzical look.

Tony: Oh?

Victoria moves towards Tony, placing her hand on his shoulder and looking down at him.

Victoria: Finally, they're putting my baby boy back on television again, where he belongs, where he can make people listen to the truth about their shitty lives and learn.

Tony remains silent, not a word moving from his lips.

Narrator: This was a tough one for Tony to take as the memories of the backstage jungle ran through his mind. He has heard about the merger with Honor wrestling, he had kept up with Sin City Wrestling through his absence, he'd even heard of a more relaxed atmosphere backstage he'd also heard that the ratings are at a high, due to fans of both SCW and Honor keeping their eyes on their favourite superstars. The bigger audience meant more chance of fans listening to his words.

Victoria: What's wrong? Don't you want to go back cause I can call those bosses and tell them to shove their contract and that booking up their asses!

Again, Tony remains silent, just letting the thoughts drift though his mind.

Narrator: He wanted people to hear what he had to say, he wanted them to know their lives and all they believed in was a pack of lies.

Tony: When, where and against who mother?

His eyes meet hers, yet a coldness remained on his face, emotionless, stone like coldness.

Victoria: Next Sunday in Lake Tahoe, Nevada in some outdoor arena, against Joshua Acquin.

Narrator: Joshua Acquin was a name he was familiar with. On his arrival in SCW, Tony had studied each and every potential opponent, as well as every bombshell on the roster, every member of staff on air and off air. It was in his nature to learn all he could about everyone.

Tony: Joshua Acquin, Sin City's apparent nightmare.

Tony runs his hands through his long dark hair and closes his cold eyes, taking a deep breath to clear his mind of any other thought. He opens his eyes and looks towards his mother, awaiting his answer.

Tony: It seems we are heading to Lake Tahoe. Indeed an interesting place to hold a wrestling show in December, when the temperature is low with a much larger chance of rain, but I presume these people know what they're doing.

Tony rises to his feet, looking around the room.

Tony: I must prepare for this, although I do not view Mr. Acquin as much of a challenge, I must be mentally ready.

Tony moves past his mother reassuringly places a hand on his shoulder and moves down the hallway of the one levelled small house, moving towards the right and opens a door. He walks in and looks around his bedroom, the wall covered with charts with facts and theories plastered all over them. in the room at the end of the bed is a whiteboard, nothing written on it. Tony moves towards it and picks up a pen, writing the name "Joshua Acquin" on the top before writing "Age: 36, hometown: Las Vegas, Style: Technical, SCW Debut: 2013, Achievements: Two time tag team champion."

Narrator: This was not an uncommon thing. He had done the same thing to prepare for Ty West and Casey Williams, it was a way of refreshing the memory a little.

Tony turns, sitting on the bed and looking at the whiteboard, letting his eyes run over each and every word, letting it burn in to his mind. He closes his eyes slightly, narrowing them to look at the board, a well known technique to focus more closely.

Tony: Hmm. Five years in Sin City Wrestling, just two championships to his name and time not on his side. I understand he is SCW for life and very much gets involved in many things for the company he loves, but this is not exactly a success story.

The left side of Tony's lip curls upwards, his eyes still dead.

Narrator: Tony knew he had a way in, a way to make people listen and connecting everything to Joshua Acquin. He had found a weakness he could expose, he knew what he could tell the world, he knew just what to preach. He knew exactly how to use him as an example and a lesson to all about one thing.... Failure.

Tony closes his eyes and the camera offers the effect that eyes were being closed, quickly followed by the effect of eyes reopening, but the scene has completely changed. Just a blinking monitor, an old school monitor that you would find backstage at wrestling shows in the early 2000s, before big screen televisions became the in thing backstage at shows. The monitor just shows a picture of Joshua Acquin sitting on the canvas of a wrestling ring, his body covered in sweat after another battle. Across the table sits Tony Thorn, his left hand on the table and his small switch blade in his right hand, bouncing the point of the blade downwards and bouncing it on the table between his thumb and fingers, moving it at a slow, purposeful rhythm.

Tony: One miscalculation, one thing slight askew, one thing just wrong and your game of five finger fillet becomes a disaster, a failure. You must have made many miscalculations in your career Joshua because that is the word people associate with you, that is the word that springs to the mind of the many when you happen to pass their minds. You are just one in a long line of failures in sport Joshua.

Tony tilts his head, still looking at his hand, lifting the blade up and slamming it down again between a different finger.

Tony: You're up there with some greats Joshua, you're there with golfer Greg Norman. In 1996, he was six strokes ahead of his opponent, halfway through and yet, he somehow managed to lose by five strokes. He choked Joshua.

Tony lifts the blade again and slams it between a different finger with a thump.

Tony: He wasn't the only golfer to make mistakes. Jean Van de Velde was set to pull off one of the biggest upsets in history in 1999, he was going in to the last hole with a three shot lead, but he made some very poor choices and he too threw away certain victory. He choked Joshua.

Tony pulls the knife out of the table and looks at the blade, holding it sideways to see the entire thing.

Tony: How about the 1986 Boston Red Sox? Leading five three in the tenth inning, allowing their fans to dream of a world series, only to fail to bring it home. They choked Joshua, they all choked.

He pulls the knife over his hand, just letting it hover above his pale flesh.

Tony: Let's skip to boxing Joshua, let me take you back to 1980, a fight that became a classic, a fight that had people salivating at the mere thought that it could happen, that got the heart racing, the rematch of Roberto Duran vs Sugar Ray Leonard. These two men were warriors, they were everything a fighter would look up to, until round eight when an uppercut of incredible proportions connected with the jaw of Duran, leaving him hurt. He never fell, he turned around and walked to his corner, he didn't want to fight anymore, his heart had gone, his mettle had gone, he had failed, his heart choked for him Joshua.

Tony slams the knife down between his fingers again, not even looking at his hand.

Tony: How's your tennis knowledge Joshua?

Tony looks down at the knife sticking out of the table.

Tony: 1993, Wimbledon, Jana Navotna was five points, five lousy stinking points away from, four one up in the last set, forty thirty up. Just those five points from winning the biggest tennis tournament in the world, yet ten minutes later, she had thrown it away like yesterday's newspaper. She was not a champion Joshua, she had embarrassed herself, she failed miserable, she had choked.

Tony tilts his head towards the monitor for the first time, looking at it sideways on.

Tony: Do you see where I'm going with this?

He quickly reaches out for the monitor, aggressively pulling it towards him, his voice getting angrier.

Tony: DO YOU SEE IT JOSHUA? AN IDIOT CAN SEE IT!

Tony puts the monitor gently back on the table, the anger rushing away from his body as he starts to stroke the top of the monitor with his free hand, his voice growing softer.

Tony: I see it, the world sees it, but I will explain to you. These sporting failures are you Joshua, but the very important difference is you never learn from those mistakes you make, you repeat them over and over again. You think something is gonna change in your head, you think that you can do what you always do and somehow, everything changes. That is a mistake, that is where you are going wrong Joshua. If you don't evolve, you will get left behind, you will continue to fail repeatedly. If you don't change, you will forever lose match after match after match and you'd have no one left to blame but yourself. You are your biggest mistake, you are your biggest reasons for failure.

Tony taps the monitor, taping the still image of Joshua on the head.

Tony: You.

He stops tapping his finger and holds it there on the screen.

Tony: I can change that Acquin, I will change that by beating some common sense in to you, I will do that by physically implanting my message in to your head. You can be saved, you can be redeemed, you can be helped. This beating will show you that you can change, that you can be the man that you always thought you could be.

He moves his hand away from the screen but moves his face closer, a slight smile crossing his face yet his eyes remain cold.

Tony: No one has to stay a failure forever, they just need to open their eyes and see the world for what it is, they need to listen to the advice of their betters and I am your better in every single way you could imagine. No matter what, I am your better and on Sunday, you will see that, you will feel that every time my fist makes contact with your body, you will feel it with every boot that makes contact with your flesh. I will make you see that failure can be stopped and you will feel it within every fibre of your body, you will know that there is no other choice but to change your ways before you become known as the man who just couldn't become somebody. You are no one and you've been here for years and yet two championship belts to your name in all that time.

He waves his finger in the space between his face and the screen.

Tony: It is the definition of failure, of a wasted career that you have brought on yourself. It will not change on Sunday because once more, you will fail, but you will leave this match a thousand times more educated than you are now, a thousand times wiser than you thought you could ever turn out to be. Even in defeat, you will be given a very valuable lesson and you will be able to stop the rot.

Tony places his hands either side of the monitor, looking at it with no emotion.

Tony: Heed this warning Joshua, listen to it over and over again until it's all you can think about because it is the best warning you will ever get. Change or forever be a mouth breathing loser with no hope of any kind of success in the future. Until Sunday Joshua, Until Sunday.

Tony lifts the monitor and throws it across the room, causing the room to go completely black before the camera fades out.

Climax Control Archives / Enlightenment Lesson 2: Animal Nature

« on: August 10, 2018, 06:13:48 AM »

Narrator: It's been a few weeks since we last saw Tony Thorn, defeating Ty West whilst being a late replacement, but it was an exhilarating night for the young man, an unexpected night that seemed to give him a warm glow inside. That feeling of victory was a rush, a reason for people to put the pain of that night out of their mind and focus on their hand being raised while constantly telling themselves in their own minds that this was indeed worth it, that it was worth the fatigue. The glow of victory makes a wrestler believe life is good without the thought of the morning after. Tony had felt the glow and the pain the day after, pride had grown from it, but so had something unlikely to from the most unusual of sources. Effie Bingham, a friend of Ty West had taken an interest in the young man in a plutonic way, with zero romantic feelings either way, both had a piqued interest in each other due to overwhelming differences. Effie was the street smart person taking life as it flowed towards her, Tony was very book smart with a thirst for knowing every little detail about every little thing, planning every little thing. This was no different for Tony as he spent some time with Effie a mere thirteen minutes away from the arena where SCW was running a show in just a couple of days. The location though might surprise you though.

Santa Ana Zoo in Prentice Park was alive and well, filled with locals and tourists alike, adults and children moving around to see the two hundred a fifty plus species of animals. It was a bright day in California, many dressed for the occasion in shorts and sleeveless shirts but one man stood out from the crowd, looking more than slightly out of place. The man sits in front of a primate cage, a notepad and pen in his hand, taking notes on what he sees. He's dressed in long pants, a white jacket over a red shirt, his head covered by a red baseball cap and thick rimmed glasses on his face. The camera shows the man to be Tony Thorn. Tony glances up through the thick rimmed glasses, just watching, when Effie Bingham, dressed more appropriately for the weather, in denim shorts and a white shirt, held up by two thin straps approaches the bench.

Effie: Don't tell me you got me to drive you hear so you can sit and look at monkeys all day? I thought when you said you wanted a ride to the zoo, it was gonna actually be fun.

Narrator: Effie's confusion was justified. She had been filming a promo for DIVISION, which, if you're curious, you can watch by going to the link at the bottom of the screen now, a federation where not only did she have clients to look after, but was indeed walking a mile in their shoes and stepping in to the ring, when she got a call from Tony, asking her to drive him to the zoo, later being asked to join him on this expedition. She knew it wasn't a date, yet didn't exactly know what it was.

Tony diverts his eyes away from the cage and towards Effie, his hand pointing down to the space on the bench next to him, offering her an invitation to take a seat.

Tony: Well, this is fun, being able to watch animal in a fabricated environment that you would not get to experience unless you felt a trip to Africa or South America was a wise thing to do. I'm sure both places would be a wonderful experience, but you would not have the safety of this environment. Secondly, these are not monkeys. These ladies and gentlemen are white handed gibbons.

Effie takes a seat next to Tony, looking at him with a slight shake of her head.

Effie: Monkey's, gibbons, what's the difference?

Tony: A monkey is any member of the clade simiiformes not also of the clade hominoidea containing humans and apes, from which they are usually, but not universally, distinguished by smaller size, a tail, and cheek pouches, while gibbon is a small ape of the family hylobatidae with long limbs, which it uses to travel through rainforests by swinging from branch to branch.

Effie: In English please professor?

Tony: Monkeys are monkeys and gibbon are apes. I could explain further if you wish.

Effie holds up her hand waving it from side to side in a universal no movement.

Effie: I knew I shouldn't have asked. Next time, you should probably get mommy to drive you to see all the little animals.

Narrator: Effie's sarcasm wasn't lost on Tony, most would need a much broader personality to be able to accept sarcasm constantly, but Tony saw it part of Effie's charm, a chance to learn a little more about human behaviour. He knew all humans were different, each with their own traits. Sarcasm just happened to be one of Effie's traits and Tony found it intriguing, even if most sarcasm was lost on him for now.

Tony: My mother is not really a zoo person. She is however exploring California in her own time as we have never ventured to the coast.

Effie: And why don't you drive?

Tony: Well, there's one point three million deaths per year world wide, related to driving, an average of three thousand, two hundred and eighty seven per day. About eighty two percent of those are drivers, and thirty seven thousand die in the US alone. After figuring out those odds, I feel it's much safer to just be a passenger in a car. Plus when you add in eight thousand of those deaths are in my age range...

Effie puts up a hand to stop Tony before he can continue.

Effie: I really shouldn't have asked that either. I'm going to take a risk and ask why we're looking at....

She points towards the cage with a flat hand.

Effie: Gibbons.

Tony: Well, I figured as you're teaching me to be more street wise as you put it and be more random and normal, I thought I would teach you something about the relationship between animals and who we are.

A look of pure confusion crosses her face, unable to work out what Tony means.

Narrator: The animal kingdom and human life is very similar. If you believe in Evolutionism over religious views on how the earth really began, once upon a time, we were the top of the evolutionary scale, whilst being a primate. It stands to reason if you believe that sort of thing that someday, we will evolve in to superhuman beings and those primates will become us. Evolutionism is a theorists dream.

Effie: Why?

Tony: Well my opponent on Sunday is Casey Williams, and Casey Williams is the largest man on the roster in terms of not only height, but in weight and it got me thinking about the animal kingdom and how for centuries, leaders of the animal world have been ruled the same way as wrestling has done many years ago - by the biggest, meanest, angriest of their kind. Now Casey Williams is the biggest of our kind in Sin City Wrestling. His matches show that kind of dominance that presents itself amongst the animal kingdom. It shows that animal nature and human nature are alike.

Once again, Effie shakes her head towards Tony before massaging the side of her own temples, a headache clearly forming.

Effie: What are you hoping to learn from this wasted day?

Tony: A day is never wasted Ms. Bingham when there are things to learn. Observing animals in their natural habitat is much like watching wrestlers in the ring. The ring is where they feel comfortable, for animals, it is the same. That cage is their ring. Now I've been watching this cage for a while, and he right there, he is clearly the leader.

Tony points his hand to a gibbon sitting on a log, surveying the others as they run around the cage. Effie's eyes can't help but look at what Tony is pointing at, although she doesn't see what he sees.

Narrator: Everyone has a leader. Everyone has a boss at work pointing, shouting, trying to force that extra ten percent out of you. Everyone has a family member considered head of the family, someone for you to go to, to talk to, to be able to advise you. The animal kingdom was the same. Everyone had someone to lead, regardless of species. I would think the easiest example to link this meandering thought to would be the animated movie, The Lion King. Every pride needs a leader.

Tony: He's the biggest out of the entire cage, granted, he is not on the unrealistic levels of say the fictional King Kong, yet his size makes him king, his size make him rule over everything he sees. Yet there to his right, is someone smaller, someone trying to edge his way towards that log he is sitting on.

Effie's eyes move towards the smaller gibbon, edging closer to the log 'throne' that the leader of the primates.

Tony: Now I've been watching him for a while, and I'm ninety seven percent sure that he is set to make his move to take the rulers seat.

No sooner does Tony finish his sentence, the smaller gibbon pushes the slightly larger one off the log and waits. The Larger one turns around but the smaller one bares his teeth, hissing at the bigger one, causing him to step back a little. Tony tilts his head to look at Effie with a smile.

Effie: Pure dumb luck.

Tony: No such thing as luck. It's a myth. It was pure observation that this was about to happen. It wasn't even right place at the right time. Should this not have happened in a few moments, I would have almost certainly moved on to the next set of animals to observe. He won't sit on that log all day, the bigger one shall return shortly after formulating a plan and take back his seat, but this proves that the biggest, most dominant can be dethroned, as will Casey Williams come Sunday. You just need a plan of attack like the interim king had. He snuck up, he knew he was gonna bare his teeth and he did just that and that is what I'm going to do to Casey Williams.

Effie: I don't think Casey is gonna be scared of you showing your teeth.

Tony: It's not about showing your teeth per se, it's about the pure aggression and the unexpected nature of things to come. He, like that big thing can be banished if even temporary, and I need to do just that. I just need to be as aggressive as our reptile friends over there.

Tony stands up, offering his hand to Effie to join him but she stands up under her own steam and Tony leads her to a fenced off area where crocodiles lay on muddy shores around a simulated swamp type area.

Tony: See now these rely on aggression and speed to take down much bigger pray who may lean in to take a drink of water in the hot sun. They're angry and have no fear of size and that's how I see facing Casey. Do you know why they're so angry?

Effie: Because they've got so many teeth and no toothbrush.

A smile breaks out on Tony's face as he looks at Effie.

Tony: Ah, Adam Sandler movie reference.

Effie: I'm surprised you even seen it.

Tony: Well you have to watch low brow comedy before you can appreciate the good comedy. Adam Sandler is very low brow. They're angry because they have to be, they're feared because of that aggression. They don't care what size you are, they will attack, and that Ms. Bingham, is me. See over there, the gibbon that took the throne showed that little bit of aggression to move the bigger one off the log. Crocodiles don't care who you are, or what you are, they will take your leg clean off given the chance and that is what I am.

Effie: You're a little slimey thing, with a long face, that crawl on their belly, got it.

Narrator: Tony wasn't used to quips coming in his direction from anyone, he had no emotional attachment or feeling of hurt towards words, he knew that humans were capable of hurting with words, yet he knew of no reason to be hurt by them.

Tony: I wouldn't exactly go that far. I mean they don't exactly crawl on their bellies, they have their legs extended as far as possible. I can assure you if I used their way of doing it and crawled, my mid region would be at least two feet from the floor.

Effie: Anyone ever tell you that you over think literary everything, professor?

Tony moves his hand over his chin, just staring at Effie through his thick rimmed glasses, his breathing steady.

Tony: Not really, no. Most people feel threatened by my intellect, that they feel it's best not to engage me for fear of being verbally destroyed.

Effie: Look, I get it. You're the crocodile, Casey's the gibbon, you're gonna be faster and more aggressive than him, now can we go and do something fun?

Tony: Well, you have learned about why I'm here and hopefully the animal world is more open to you. I guess we can walk around and see other species if you feel that would be more fun.

Effie: As long as you don't tell me the history of everything in this zoo, we could do that.

Tony: I make no promises I can't keep.

Effie rolls her eyes as the two turn to make their way further in to the zoo and the camera cuts elsewhere.

A life size cardboard cut out can be seen in a dark room, a cut out of Casey Williams, standing high in it's seven foot glory in a dimly lit room. Tony Thorn, although not seen, can be heard.

Tony: Look at you Casey Williams. Look at the size of you, I'm right behind you Casey Williams, yet your mass prevents me from being see, that pure bulk of muscle and flesh stops me from being even noticed.

His footsteps can be heard as he walks around the cardboard cut out, his head tilted as he looks in it's eyes from the side, just staring, almost seemingly lost in the lifeless cardboard eyes. Tony's face is emotionless.

Tony: Look at you Casey Williams, you're so much bigger than me, you're size should make you think that you can pick me up and throw me around like a little ragdoll. It's what everyone would think.

Tony moves in front of the cutout, his head barely level with Casey's chest. He reaches up and put his hand on Casey's cheek, his thumb moving across it as his face remains emotionless.

Tony: I hope you enjoyed my little video at the zoo with Ms. Bingham Casey, I hope that maybe you learned something from it, that maybe just a little went though your thick skull and in to your head to give you a message from, a little hidden warning if you will. If you didn't, I will explain to you again. You see I tried to prove about size is just something people hide behind to seem dominant and speed and aggression will always win through. You've got aggression, don't you Casey, you have the aggression to usually force your way through matches and opponents but you see, I have that too Casey.

Tony strokes the cardboard Casey's cheek with his thumb and brings his free hand up to his lips, almost shushing the lifeless image.

Tony: Shush now, don't say a word just yet, we don't need to hear you speak at the moment, not even just once. I just need you to listen and learn. I said no!

Tony moves his hand from his cheek and puts his hand over the cut outs mouth and moves his head closer to it, looking up and staring through his cold dead eyes.

Tony: Speak when I tell you to Casey. Aggression is a means to get many things, intimidation is key to many things in life and size alone offers that, but if you have the size and not the ability to use it, then you've lost the battle before you even try, you've lost before you've even put on the army uniform. People have called you a beast for a long time Casey, but as you've seen, being a beast can not always cut it. Being smart can cut it. That gibbon formulated a plan in his less than developed mind to be able to kick the bigger, dominant one off the log. He has a mind akin to a child Casey, I do not. I have a mind of genius levels, do you think I haven't worked out how to brush you to the side like you're not even there?

Tony stands up on tip toes, trying to get to eye level with the Casey cut out, his hand still over the mouth.

Tony: I do Casey. I've been a little obsessed Casey, more than obsessed since I found out I would be facing you. My mind was racing, racing on how to get you down to my size, it turns out it's not that difficult.

Tony throws a kick towards the cardboard cut outs knees, buckling them and folding them over, forcing the cut out to be slightly shorter than Tony. Tony wraps his hands around the throat of the cut out and looks down at it with half a smile and a tilted head, his eyes still showing no emotion.

Tony: Now that is much better, don't you agree? Now that we see eye to eye on things Casey, maybe I can explain things to you a little better, make things a little clearer to you, explain to you just how things are going to go. I know in your head, you've already got this one won. I know your thinking that all you need to do is show up and throw the little guy around, beat the little guy up till he can't move anymore. IT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY CASEY!

Tony tightens his grip around the cardboard cut out's throat, pulling the cardboard closer together and narrowing his neck, his tone becoming increasingly angrier

Tony: That is not how it works, this is not where I lose Casey. I am gonna be more aggressive than you, I am gonna be angrier than you, I am gonna do whatever it takes to show you that I am the aggressive beast in SCW and I don't have to be a freak of nature to do so. I am gonna show you that I am gonna be the toughest opponent you've faced in a long time, I am gonna show you that Tony Thorn is a name that will haunt you for as long as you're still breathing on this planet. Hell would be a comfortable relief for you Casey when I'm done with you cause I am going to walk through you like you're not even there. Enjoy being the big man on the throne for now, because I am coming to kick you off from that perch. Until Sunday Casey.

Tony tightens his grip around the cardboard throat and rips the head clean off, tossing it in the air and walking away as the camera fades.

Climax Control Archives / Enlightenment Lesson 1: Beauty

« on: June 29, 2018, 10:16:16 AM »

A very dark room is seen, just a candle on a table can be seen in the room, it's light reflecting off another object, unable to see what it is, but the light dances off a reflective metal surface. The camera turns to see the light across half the face of the latest addition to the male roster in SCW, Tony Thorn. He's eyes look down at the candle, not blinking, just staring through dead looking pale eyes. Who knows what might be going through his mind as he watches the flame bounce from side to side.

Narrator: Tony Thorn, new addition to the roster and one would say one of the most curious to put his name on the dotted line to become an SCW star. He had done his history of Sin City Wrestling and had seen the people who had came before him. People who believed they were from hell, pretty people, egotistical human beings, even non humans, but Tony is non of the aforementioned, Tony is different, Tony is special, he is truly gifted without the need to use it as a gimmick.

Tony holds his hand over the candle, watching the flame stretch towards his hand but his expression on his face remains the same.

Narrator: He was not one of those I love pain people, he was not in wrestling for the glory either. He was there for a reason. To understand who he is, we're going to have to go back to a simpler time in his life. Tony wasn't the most popular child at school, nor did he go out of his way to become popular. In his eyes, an attempt to do so would only happen to hide the flaws he didn't want others to see. Friends were at a premium for him, as long as he could remember.

2005 in Lima, Ohio.

A young Tony Thorn can be seen walking up the pathway towards a modest looking home.

Narrator: Even at nine years of age, it was obvious that Tony was different. While other kids wanted to play out with their friends, Tony wanted to learn, that was reason enough to be targeted.

With books under his arm, Tony walks towards the front door of his home, only to be cut off but a much older looking boy. The boy looks down at Tony, the shadow of his upper body covering the much shorter Tony.

Tony: As much as I should thank you for keeping the sun's harmful rays off my body, saving me from skin cancer, I'm afraid I must ask you to step aside. I have very important things to learn.

Narrator: As with most of that age group, listening wasn't a strong point.

Older boy: What if I don't wanna get out of your way? What if I want to take your money?

Tony: Well, I'd have to insist you do move, as it wouldn't benefit either of us to stand out here too long. As for the threat of taking money from me, I'd like to remind you of the time. It's very much after lunch time, so the chances of me, or anyone that may have lunch money, significantly decrease after one post meridiem, or as you will know it, one P.M. I would say decreases as much as eighty eight percent if I were to hazard a guess, but I can do the math if you prefer to come up with a more accurate answer.

Older boy: You're a nerd!

Tony looks at the boy through his thick rimmed glasses, just thinking for a few seconds.

Tony: I'd like to disagree with that fact. See, Nerd is defined in the Oxford dictionary as a single-minded expert in a particular technical field. I can assure you I'm adept in more than a single field.

The older boy looks confused at Tony, who's facial expressions don't seem to change.

Older boy: Haha, you've read the dictionary?

Tony: You haven't? I've perused it a few times, and it does open someone's mind.

The older boy looks confused by the comments, but Tony looks at him as if his comments were completely normal.

Narrator: Tony had yet to define intelligence from lack of intelligence at this age. He understood that some people were smarter than others but at that young age, like most, he believed everything was how he saw it, was also seen by others in the same light. His lack of human interaction showed him little in to the human mind.

Older boy: You really are a nerd.

The older boy pushes Tony to the ground, the books flying in multiple directions. Tony lands in a heap on the floor while the older boy points and laughs. The door of the tiny house swings open to see an irate woman standing there, Tony's mother Victoria. Anger seethes through her body as her nostrils flare and she makes a beeline to the laughing boy. The boy senses the danger and the smile falls from his face.

Victoria: Boy if you put your hands on my son again, you won't be laughing because you'll have no fucking teeth in your head to show off.

The boy stays frozen in place, the smile on his face long gone.

Victoria: I swear to god, I will break my foot off in your ass if you don't leave my son alone. Now get!

The boy heeds in the instruction, running off and away from Victoria and Tony. Tony pulls himself to his feet, dusting himself off and reaching down to pick up his books. Victoria looks towards her son, reaching down and picking up a nearby book and handing it to him.

Victoria: Don't listen to them son. They're just scared because they're dumb as a bunch of rocks compared to you.

Tony: Rocks are just rocks.

Victoria: And they're just idiots. Go inside and momma will make you a snack.

Narrator: Now Tony's expects to hear the momma boy jokes through his career, he has done through his life but there's only three things in this world you can trust, animals, yourself and your mother. Victoria was a firecracker, there was no doubts to be had there, but the woman's support allowed Tony to grow. There was no danger of him doing what modern youth do and join a gang, there was no danger of him hanging out on street corners. Tell me right now, where ever you're listening to this do you have a gang problem? Do you often sit there and wonder why the parents are not doing anything? You've all uttered that phrase once in your life, but this was never gonna happen to Tony with a supportive, protective parent. Make all the jokes you want about momma's boys, but hey, do you know where your children are right now?

Tony listens to his mother, walking in to the house and through the small domain, moving towards the end of it and opening a door. He walks in to his own small bedroom, where books cover the walls, covering a various amount of subjects. Tony places the books on his bed before moving towards the other side of the room where a whiteboard in on the wall. Tony picks up and starts to write a single world in cursive.... "bullies."

Narrator: Whenever Tony didn't know about anything, he would learn, this was his life, his thirst for knowledge would overshadow everything else he could think of. When he wanted to learn about something, he would until he'd learned everything possible about the subject, and I do mean everything. This was his first look in to the human mind, his first attempt to find out why people were the way they were. Everything he'd ever try to learn about what physical, how the world turns, but this was his first attempt at learning about the most dangerous things on the planet.... humanity. This alone opened up his eyes to millions of other things to learn.

Tony looks at the word, his eyes fixated on it as he formulates theories in his head, but the voice of his mother breaks his conversation. Victoria can be heard arguing with someone.

Victoria: I don't give a fuck what your son says, he put his hands on my boy, and he's lucky I didn't use his face to wash my bathroom floor with it! Now get the fuck off my property before I break my foot up in your ass too and start to dig a hole in the garden for ya!

The sound of the door slamming can be heard and footsteps can be heard walking towards where Tony is situated. His bedroom door swings open and his mother stands at the doorway.

Victoria: Your snack is ready son.

Tony looks up at his mother, curiosity on his face.

Tony: Mom.

Victoria: Yes son?

Tony: Is it really possible to snap your foot off in someone's rectal cavity?

Victoria smiles at Tony with warmth.

Victoria: You're the smart one, why don't you figure it out? Come on.

Tony exits the room with his mother but quickly returns to his room seconds later, looking along the bookshelf and selecting a book called anatomy before leaving the room again.

The camera switches back to modern day Tony, still his eyes fixated on the candle.

Narrator: Older years didn't get much better for Tony, he was still the loner, still the outcast because of his intellect. High School was a waste of time for Tony, he was far beyond his years and far more advanced than his peers, his potential was getting wasted, his curiosity was not getting fulfilled sitting in a classroom waiting for everyone to catch up. His genius wasn't going unnoticed, universities scrambled for him at a young age and at fourteen, he decided it was the only way for his mind to grow stronger than it already was. Victoria wasn't too keen at her baby leaving for university so young, but she was supportive of him, and agreed to let him leave the home and trust councillors and other authority adults with her baby boy - with a stark warning that should anything happen to him, there will be hell to pay...

2010

Tony sits on the bed in his shared dorm room at the age of just fourteen, his eyes embedded in an advance physics book.

Narrator: He chose many different subjects to study, and holds many qualifications, advanced chemistry being one... Before you ask, yes, he probably could make a highly toxic bomb if he chose to, university seemed to help improve his mind but the social side of his life was still a little short.

He read each complicated word and understood the meaning to each one, most of the words, the normal person would struggle to even pronounce.

Narrator: He learned a lot in those five years about human behaviour and what makes the mind tick and he was more than wise enough to understand that finally there would be people of his standard, people with the same level of intelligence as he had. Until he met the person he was sharing a room with. A man they called Boomer.

Boomer walks in to the room, a towel wrapped around his waist, fresh from the community showers. Tony glances over the top of his book for a few seconds seeing the older man walk in to the room, before looking back down at the book, finding it more interesting than the sight of the man in a towel.

Boomer: That was a great shower!

That comment alone forced Tony to look up.

Tony: What's the difference between that shower and any other that you've had there?

Narrator: It was a serious question from Tony. He felt he had to question everything just to expand his mind.

Boomer looks at Tony on the bed, slightly taken back by the comment.

Boomer: It was just great.

Tony: How? I presume the water pressure is the same as any other day and the temperature was set to your prefer standard choice of heat, that you also used the same soap as you always do, so what made this particular shower better than others you've taken?

Boomer looks at Tony once more, his eyes narrowed as he looks at him.

Boomer: Shut up little man. Now make yourself look good cause it's party night!

Boomer reaches in to a mini fridge and pulls out two beers, offering one to Tony, but Tony shakes his head.

Tony: I'm fourteen, I can't drink, nor do I want to. Do you know what alcohol does to you? It poisons your body, attacking your liver and immune system, ages you faster than it should. It's also a depressant, which explains why most suicides are committed after the consumption of it.

Boomer: Boy you take the fun out of everything!

Tony: Cause not everything is fun.

Boomer: This is.

Boomer opens the beer and chugs some of it back, looking towards Tony sitting on the bed, not breaking eye contact with the young man. He places the beer on a side table next to his bed.

Boomer: That's the problem with you little man. You're in college! You're meant to have fun, you're meant to party and do shit you're not allowed to do in the real world yet. You're meant to go out and get laid with random women.

Tony: It's illegal for me to fornicate, well, more so illegal for my willing partner.

Boomer: You're taking the fun out of random sex now! Boy you're never gonna get some action with that attitude. There's hundreds of women with no morals and a low tolerance to alcohol on this campus, they ain't gonna give a shit how old you are, but you're even trying to take the fun out of meaningless sex! What in God's name is even wrong with you?

Boomer moves closer to Tony, his voice getting louder.

Boomer: You're a freak, that's what you are, that all you're ever gonna be! You're gonna go through life with your head in books. Hello genius, we have the Internet now! You're just gonna sit there and have no friends, no one who cares and it's your own fault!

Narrator: Harsh words, but he'd heard them before, and never did take too kindly to them. He'd grown in the last five years, learning about people but learning that extracting revenge was not a case of getting physical, but about being smarter than they are.

Boomer turns his back on Tony, proud of his words as he starts to dry off and get dressed. Tony looks towards the side table next to his bed, seeing the beer Boomer had placed down. Tony slowly reaches over to the table, picking up a box of eye drops. He removes the tube and just fills the syringe, holding the end over the beer can and dropping one single drop in to the beer can before hiding the box behind his back.

Narrator: Tony knew more than a drop could have long term health effects, he had read the box countless times, knowing each chemical well, after all, he was studying advanced chemistry at the time. He knew just the right about to put it to cause stomach issues. Still, I wouldn't try this at home, some of the chemicals that are found in eye drops are not good, but a single drop would be enough to give discomfort without causing too much damage.

Tony leans back on the bed and lifts his book, looking at his, yet one eye kept on Boomer. Boomer eventually gets dressed and turns back, picking up the beer and chugging it back. A slight smile crosses Tony's lip as he watches Boomer finish the beer.

Boomer: I'm off to have a life. Enjoy doing nothing.

Tony smiles innocently at Boomer.

Tony: I hope you get all the meaningless fornication that you desire.

The camera cuts to Tony sitting in the darkened room once more.

Narrator: Needless to say, Boomer did not have a great night that night, having spent most of it in the bathroom, due to what can only be described as intense stomach cramps. Still, that shows off the side that Tony wasn't the most popular person at school, shying away from parties, and meeting people, so it does make you wonder how he could go from being such a recluse to wanting to be in front of a camera, in front of people in a live audience. I mean people who are like that don't tend to change their styles after twenty long years of being who they are, but for all those books smarts, he still couldn't find a way to break through to people, try to educate them on life and make the world a much better place. It was a stroke of pure dumb luck that lead him to where he is now...

2016.

Back in Lima, Ohio.

Narrator: Tony had finished his time at university and returned home to Lima a different man. He'd grown not just mentally, but physically too. The glasses were gone, the hair was longer, he felt different, much older than his age. He had to decide his next step, but it wasn't a choice he was going to make lightly. He had degrees in many things, passing every single class with flying colors, yet he knew he had to speak out to the masses.

Walking through the streets in early evening, a thoughtful Tony wandered aimlessly, not knowing where he was going, just needing a head clearing walk. Lima wasn't exactly a Las Vegas, or a Santa Monica, it had no overruling character to it, just another city in America. The wind was picking up as he walked through, considering a return to home, but his eyes fell upon a crowd across the road from where he was. His eyes narrowed as he saw people trying to get in to this small building.

Narrator: He had no idea what it was, or what was going on, but something drew him to the building, something had piqued his interest. He knew he needed a crowd in front of him if he was to teach them something new about life, maybe that's what this is. Maybe it was a place where people meet and enlighten each other.

Tony moves across the road to join the crowd, standing at the back of the line, slowly edging forward as the people entered the building one by one. Eventually getting to the front, he reaches in to his pocket, pulling out one ten dollar bill and handing it to the man in the ticket office.

Narrator: He still didn't know what he was even spending his money on, but walking in to that building changed his life. All the degrees in the world couldn't have changed his life as much as what he saw in front of him, his first encounter with wrestling.

Tony looks surprised as he stands in the arena, his eyes running over a wrestling ring for the first time in his entire life.

Narrator: He didn't watch too much television and was hardly the sporting man, but he was looking at something new. It was in Tony's nature to see something new and learn all about it.

Tony makes his way towards the front of the arena as the lights drop out, clearly in unknown territory. The lights drop out and a man walks to the ring to music and is handed a microphone. He starts to speak to the crowd, the people holding on to his every words as he pulls them through a rollercoaster of emotions. Tony watches on curiously.

Narrator: At this moment, Tony saw it was possible to large crowds and have their attention, have them hang on to everything you could possibly say. The thought alone was everything he had been looking for, everything he wanted. He had the urge to share his knowledge, he had the urge to make the world listen to him, just like this man had hundreds of people listening to him. He watched in awe as people ate up every words the man said before the first match started, and ideas were forming in his head.

Tony's eyes watched on as two men started a wrestling match, but his eyes turned towards the crowd, watching every set of eyes but his own locked on to the action.

Narrator: He was stunned at how two men could hold then attention of all the people in the room and he knew at that point that this was the path he needed to take, this was the way to get people to listen to him, to spread the knowledge he had worked hard to acquire over the years. This was his way in.

Tony: I get it. endurance, plus fitness, plus moments to get the crowd off their feet, plus the ability to connect to a crowd, equals success.

Narrator: His formula was fairly accurate for a man who has seen this for the first time, but he knew some sort of training would be needed. He estimated to be a complete success, to be well rounded, he needed daily training for two years. I know most go through six months and think they're the best thing since sliced bread but realistically, two years would be perfect. He needed to find out more.

Waiting patiently for the match to finish, Tony turns his attention to a man to his right.

Tony: Excuse me sir, could you tell me if these shows are a regular thing?

The man looks at Tony, a little taken back by his question.

Man: No, this is just a company passing through, they'll be somewhere else tomorrow.

Tony: Oh, that is a shame. Do you know any way I can see more of this sport?

Man: Have you been living under a rock or something?

Tony shakes his head at the man.

Tony: No sir, but I prefer factual written text, to fictional moving pictures.

The man doesn't really know how to respond to Tony, but answers.

Man: Search the Internet, there's shows online all the time, from a lot of different companies.

Tony: Thank you my good man, enjoy the show.

The camera cuts back to Tony sitting in the darkened room, his eyes now looking up at the camera.

Narrator: Two years in the making, two years of intense training, mostly self taught from watching hours and hours of wrestling videos, hours and hours of gym work, hours of moulding himself and his body in to maximum conditioning to have a greater chance of success.

Tony: And here I am now.

He looks down the camera before focusing on the candle in front of him, slowly flickering.

Tony: The journey from who I was to who I've become in such a relatively short amount of time has been enough to astound even the brightest of minds. The odds I've defied is enough to make a mind melt with envy. I know my worth and how far I've become with the motivation that has carried me through to where I need to be and where I need to be is right here.

A slightly twisted smile passes on Tony's face as he tilts his head towards the right, his eyes focused on the only light source in the room.

Tony: Motivation can come from so many places, it can be incredibly random in so many ways. I am a perfectionist that makes me want to do everything to the best of my abilities. My motivation was always there to not only step in to the ring from the moment I set my mind on it, but to educate, but this past week, motivation came from a source that I didn't expect. The source of social media. I for one knew it was a powerful tool in the modern ages, the numbers alone on growth for social media speaks for themselves, although it has taken away from the much more sensible forms of communications. People would rather send a little video of themselves on a platform called Snapchat, with rabbit ears to ask a question that could be answered with a simple and more efficient text message, or an old fashioned phone call. Social media has ruined the future youth, watering them down. Thankfully, there happens to be people like me who sees the true meaning of social media, to impart wisdom. Yet social media played a huge part in my motivation this week, thanks to a certain lady.

Tony reaches to the table and picks up the object on it from earlier, more in to the light shows it as a crossbow. He fires in to the darkness and as the show of the bolt crunches in to something, a dim light appears above a wall showing two pictures on the wall, one of Effie Bingham and the other of Ty West. The bolt through the forehead of Effie. Tony stands up and moves towards the picture and the bolt.

Tony: Effie Bingham, a lady who claims importance. A woman who claims importance, yet for very unknown reasons. A woman who openly admits to getting beat by a nine year old at a game that offers no education value. A woman who appears to do what exactly?

He taps his chin as he looks at the picture.

Tony: I admit, I do not know you, I do not know what purpose you serve on an SCW screen, I have a clue that no one actually knows who you are, and they're incredible confused by your presence. I can not imagine one person has ever said the phrase "I can not wait to watch Climax Control tonight because that Effie woman is gonna be on the screen playing with her phone and trying to get close to a wrestler" and actually mean it. You're a wasted presence on the screen, but you do play a fantastic role of motivating someone off the screen.

He runs his finger down the picture of Effie on the wall.

Tony: In fact it's simply marvellous that a simple tweet saying hi to Ty, to build up my debut, would motivate you to sign up a social media account, just to mock me.

He taps the picture on the nose.

Tony: Now please don't say you didn't sign up just for me. I was one of the first you followed, I was the first you quoted, I was the first direct tweet you sent. It doesn't need my IQ to work out that someone had a little word in your ear and you felt the need to defend your crush because as you so informed me, Ty doesn't do social media. Do you know for a second how that makes him look? That his little lady friend has to stick up for him. You can mock me for caring about my mother all you like, but what you've done has made him look weak. What you've done, has done more harm than good. You've sat and embarrassed the man by actively going on social media to rile up his opponent. You've gained him nothing.

He lowers himself down to look in the eyes of the picture.

Tony: Your words have cost him Effie, what kinda person does that make you? You think you've got under my skin, that you've got in my head but you don't have that kind of level of intelligence to do that. Need to be a special kind of person to do that and you're not that person. You have simply motivated me. I won't lay my hands on you, it's not the gentlemanly thing to do, my mother might but I will not. I will however take my actions out on your friend, I will punish him for your sins. I will have to, just to help him. He needs to be able to tell you to stay out of things, he needs to tell you to stop because if not, every opponent he will face, that you will openly mock, will walk in to a match with the same mindset as I do and that's to take Ty West apart.

Tony turns his attention to the picture of Ty on the wall, poking his face viciously.

Tony: Tell her Ty! Tell her to shut up before she gets you hurt!

Tony closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, looking at the picture of Ty.

Tony: She's going to be your downfall Ty, she has motivated me to do some horrible things to that "pretty" face of yours.

Tony runs his thumb down the cheek of Ty's picture.

Tony: You put way too much stock in these looks of yours Ty. I did state that I had a theory about people who claim to be pretty. Do you want to hear it?

Tony moves his face closer to the picture, a very angry look on his face.

Tony: I said DO YOU WANT TO HEAR IT?

Tony's face changes to a cold smile.

Tony: I'm sure you do. I'm sure everyone does. Have you ever heard of distraction, Ty? I'm sure you have, most people have heard of it. It's when you force someone to look at something, to stop them from looking at the one thing you don't want them to see. People who deem themselves as pretty, are only doing that to hide the fact of something else. Now most people, they hide that really and truly, they don't see themselves that way, but someone in their lives have told them they are and they have to focus on that. No one sees what's behind the eyes of anyone, no one can read minds Ty, no one can see how unhappy people are, so people make others focus on their supposed good qualities, in your mind, your looks. It's a case of stopping people from looking beyond the looks because realistically, there is nothing beyond the looks, there's nothing else remotely interesting about you. You're not different from anyone else who focuses on their looks. All those selfies, with the duck lips that plague the world, they're not asking for people to know them, they're all saying "look at me, look at me, I'm an attention whore, look at me." They too know that past the external feature, they're nothing Ty. What does that say about you?

He stops moving his thumb down the picture.

Tony: What it says about you, is that there's nothing beyond the skin. While I agree, beauty is very much in the eye of the beholder, what's the point of beauty when there's nothing else about you. When you base your entire life on one thing, on looks, you fair to see things glaring you in the eye.

Tony scratches down the picture with his thumbnail, scraping away at Ty's face.

Tony: Looks fade Ty.

Tony puts his other hand on the picture and scraps down the other side of his face.

Tony: Then what? What happens when they're all gone?

He puts his hand across the picture and rips across, his voice growing louder.

Tony: What happens when something you put so much stock in to, disappears just like that? It can happen Ty!

He closes his eyes, taking another calming deep breath.

Tony: See, I've read stuff Ty, I keep up with world news and I see over in England, people are getting acid thrown in their faces, I've seen about people getting beaten within an inch of their lives, their faces caved in and never looking the same again. You're a wrestler man, you give everyone the chance to do that.

Tony runs his hand over the now ripped picture of Ty on the wall.

Tony: You base yourself on look and allow people the chance to take that away from you and on Sunday, one man is gonna take that away from you. You see, you're paying for something that was not your fault. If you had taken to social media to try and get under my skin, it would have been different, but as it was explained to me, you're scared to be stalked. You're a public figure Ty, I did the math for you. There's only a .33 percent increase that social media would lead to you being stalked so I suggest for your reputations sake, you man up.

Tony moves his head closer to that torn picture.

Tony: Don't worry if you feel you're gonna get stalked for your looks Ty, because come Sunday, I will be taking that reason away and driving the chances even lower that you will have someone want to follow you around.

He places his forehead on the picture.

Tony: This is two years in the making, and I will not fail, but if I was you, I'd try and find another quality that you have to base your name on. Till Sunday Ty.

Tony turns and walks away. The camera focuses on the ripped picture of Ty as the sounds of Tony's footsteps can be heard. A sharp exhale of air can be heard, presumably blowing the candle out can be heard, causing the scene to fade to black.

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