[Christian Underwood]

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[Steve Ramone]

 RP Title: “Someone has to shut you up!”

Ever since Griffin Hawkins made his SCW debut in mid-July Steve has felt that he was stealing the spotlight from him and even went as far as to blame Griffin’s presence in the building for his loss in the World Heavyweight Title Battle Royal but what started as a professional rivalry quickly escalated into something more when the two men brawled at ringside and went on to cost each other’s respective matches the following week, Steve cost Griffin his match against Samuel Devereux and Griffin distracted Steve as he was getting ready to win the Internet Championship Fatal Four Way.

Things quietened down a bit when Steve made his annual trip to the UK for the Bloodstock music festival but he did send in an interview taped from his hotel room where he challenged Griffin to a match at Violent Conduct which the Rockstar superstar agreed too, following another brawl the following week the match was announced as a Las Vegas Street Fight and furthermore, knowing the animosity between the two men, the bosses refused to sanction the match meaning that they wouldn’t be held accountable but can Steve win?

Local gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Friday the 26th of August 2017, 11:00am

It feels so good to be home, where I can put a punk in his place.

My life in SCW has been a living hell since my third Roulette Title reign ended back in March but since Griffin made his debut last month things have been a lot worse because his presence in SCW has cost me several tries to get back on the winning track including attempts to win the Internet and World Heavyweight Championships after J2H vacated them! But at Violent Conduct in one week from Sunday I won’t have to worry about that because I’m going to be kicking Griffin’s wannabe rock star ass all over Las Vegas!

I mean for fuck’s sake, Nickleback are more credible rock stars than him!

And I’ll prove that fact when I beat him next week, in fact that’s the whole reason why I’m at this gym, so I can train for the match! And yes, I realize that this isn’t a regular match by any stretch of the imagination because it’s an unsanctioned Las Vegas Street Fight and we could end up fighting in a strip club for all I know but all that matters, is that I will kick Griffin’s ass and finally win a fucking match because there is no way in hell that I’m going to continue this losing streak by the end of the year!

And if I do? I’ll think of something for the last Climax Control of the year!

“99…….100.” Cyrus called out as I finished my sit-ups with Kaylee sitting near my legs and holding my feet in place, normally if she was this close to my legs there’d be stuff going on that I couldn’t show you outside of a late-night porn channel (appropriate considering her occupation outside of SCW) but it’s early in the morning and there are enough people around to make it so that doing so would mean a public indecency charge! “Steve, are you sure this is the right kind of training for you to do? This isn’t a normal match!”

“In other news, the sky is blue and the water is wet.” I muttered under my breath sarcastically as I got up to my feet and Kaylee did likewise. “Besides, we tried picking fights with guys on the street the other day and I got my ass kicked!”

“To be fair, we had no way of knowing that your opponents were MMA Fighters.” Andreas pointed out and I nodded in agreement even though I was still sore from said fight, next time I feel like getting that sore I’ll just have sex with Kaylee! “You could always pick a fight with the bodybuilders.”

“My first instinct would be “kick them in the balls and run like hell”!” I responded as I sat down on a nearby bench and folded my arms. “Knowing how much steroids they take their dicks must be the size of fleas.”

“If you want to say that to their faces, by all means.” Kaylee responded as she rolled her eyes. “Just let us grab the popcorn first!”

“Screw popcorn, I’m getting a six pack and a burger for that fight.” Cyrus responded with a grin and I rolled my eyes.

“I really appreciate the support guys, really I do.” I responded as I shook my head. “Besides, when I meet Griffin next week I’m not fighting MMA Fighters or bodybuilders, I’m fighting a wannabe Rockstar who has as much credibility as Nickleback!”

“Again, things I wouldn’t say to his face but still.” Cyrus responded with a chuckle and we continued the workout for a good half an hour or so, by the time we were done the gym was mostly empty with only us remaining and we were getting ready to leave as well. “Steve, I’m guessing you’ll stay behind a bit longer to get your promo done?”

“That’s the general idea.” I responded with a nod and that was all they needed to leave the gym area to go get changed in their respective changing rooms but now that I was alone I could get started on my promo.

“It’s been three weeks since Griffin cost me the match that was supposed to end my losing streak with a title victory and I cost him the opening match against Samuel Devereux and now we find ourselves facing off to settle the score as we are set to do battle in an unsanctioned Las Vegas Street Fight and since I’m sure that most of your fans are in their early teens at most Griffin I’m going to simplify it for them, their parents can thank me later, it basically means that SCW won’t be held accountable for whatever we do to each other!”

To quote my favorite movie villain, oh yes, there will be blood!

“I’m not sure if the SCW bosses were aware of what could happen in this match now that they’ve refused to sanction it because we hate each other’s guts Griffin and that can only mean one thing, no matter who wins this match there will be a lot of blood spilt to the point where a vampire would be masturbating over our match! And not those sparkly dumbwits from that shit book series that got turned into an even worse film series, I’m talking real vampires here!”

But in the end, it won’t matter.

“At the end of the day it won’t matter what undead creature of the night is masturbating to my match, and there’s a sentence I never thought I’d say in my life, because I am finally going to win a match! I know you haven’t been in SCW long Griffin but how does going on a five month long losing streak sound to you? Shitty, right? Now you know how I feel Griffin because for the past five months I have suffered defeat after defeat after defeat but that’s ending at Violent Conduct when I will finally win a fucking match!”

Okay, I realize that by the time of the match it’ll be six months but fuck it!

“Griffin, you came in here like you were hot stuff but I am the firefighter that’ll put out your fire in this match! Simply put I’m putting an end to your momentum before you even get a chance to take advantage of it Griffin because I’ll be damned if another fucking upstart gets to hold the World Heavyweight Championship before me! I realize that’s quite a stretch but knowing SCW that’s exactly what’s going to happen and I’m here to stop it!”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

“You’ve been a thorn in my side since you debuted Griffin and next Sunday I’m finally removing the thorn from my body! It doesn’t matter if this match takes place in this gym, the bar down the road or a brothel because at the end of the day there can only be one winner and that winner is me! This message has been paid for and delivered by “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone, the future champion the fans deserve and vanquisher of Griffin “The Poser” Hawkins because someone has to shut you up!”

I went into the changing room as the scene fades.

[Griffin Hawkins]

 This would probably be the hottest situation I've ever been involved with. I was actually doing something that I probably have no business doing in the first place...but it was for a friend. Amanda needed my help and I promised her I'd do it. I made my way to the Ravencroft Hotel. I did my best to look inconspicuous..so I was dressed in a suit with my hair in a ponytail. Hopefully the owners of the company isn't there. I bring my briefcase with me as I walk into the hotel, some guests leaving, some checking in, and some men in suits talking with the staff.


I may be in way over my head.


I know if I am caught, I'm a dead man. I nod to the men in suits as I walk past them, going into the elevator. I take a deep breath, not knowing how everything is going to go down. I haven't felt this nervous in a long time..I was about to get info on the same family that has been in competition with my family for decades...if this gets out, who knows the damage this could do. The elevator opens as I walk into the main hall, looking around for a certain office. After walking down the hall until I come to the office that reads "Carter Ravencroft". I slowly knock on the door.


Griffin Hawkins: Mr.Ravencroft?..


I wait for a response...I then open the door...he's not in. Thank God he forgot to lock his office. I look around his office and it looks very impressive. Even I'm in awe at all the plaques and awards on the wall. His window has a nice view of the city. As much as I want to stick around and marvel at the office, I remember I have a job to do. Unfortunately his desk is locked, but I manage to pick the lock with a paper clip good enough to shimmy it open. I look in and so far there's only documents in it. Basic papers for the CEO of a hotel company. I looked and looked until I saw a check for 50,0000 addressed to one man....Vito Gambino.


My blood ran cold.


I couldn't say anything else, I just closed the desk, making sure its locked and left the office. As soon as I got outside the hotel, I quickly got back in my car and got out my phone, calling Amanda.


Amanda Ravencroft: Hello?


Griffin Hawkins: Amanda...I found out what your Dad had been hiding...


Amanda Ravencroft: Did you find the documents?


Griffin Hawkins: No but I found something more important...there's a check issues to Vito Gambino..


Amanda Ravencroft: Vito Gambino?....the head of the crime family?


Griffin Hawkins: Yeah..the same one.


Amanda Ravencroft: Are you sure that's what it said?


Griffin Hawkins: I saw it with my own two eyes.

Amanda Ravencroft: ..Oh my God..


Griffin Hawkins: Amanda..listen, I think it would be best if I pulled out of this..


Amanda Ravencroft: What?..


Griffin Hawkins: This is more dangerous than I thought..you have no idea the stories I heard about the Gambino family, they're all batshit crazy...each generation more nuts than the one before.


Amanda Ravencroft: But we have to focus..


Griffin Hawkins: I'm focusing on what matters! I'm doing what I gotta do today that keeps me alive tomorrow. If I get involved with these people, they could not just come after me, but my wife and my kids..I can't put them in danger.


Amanda Ravencroft: No one is asking you to get involved with them. This is about my Father..


Griffin Hawkins: Forget it Amanda..this is as far as I go.


Amanda Ravencroft: But Griffin...


Without saying another word, I hang up. Amanda was my friend...but I could not get involved with the Mafia if this is what it takes. The last thing I wanted was to put my family in danger. I really hope that this is the end of this favor Amanda wanted..


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~Many years ago~


Every kid has dreams...some to be a basketball player, a fireman, a cop or a doctor. My dreams...were all shattered. In High School I picked up some bad habits which forced me to get expelled. My Father didn't believe in giving me a chance to go to rehab and decided maybe it's time I take my chances out there...kicking me out into the streets. No home..no family, nobody for me to depend on. Day by day, I did what I could to stay alive..stealing, eating out of dumpsters, sleeping in abandoned hotels...this was my life now whether I liked it or not. But one night changed things for me...as I was walking down the upper part of the city I encountered a mysterious man walking along. He had white skin, short brown hair..sort of pale white and a long black coat. I figure this would be my big chance to get something out of him. As I walked by, I bumped him on the shoulder.


"Hey, watch where you're going kid!"


Griffin Hawkins: Sorry sir..


I nod and go on my way, what he did know was that I had his wallet in my hands. I was lucky enough to pick his pocket as I bumped him. As I looked into his wallet I saw a quite a bit of 20 dollar bills in there. I figure I'd have enough to eat for a few days. But I didn't have time to enjoy my new riches, from around the corner I see the same man from before. How the hell did he catch up so quickly? I saw him look not too happy with me as he started walking towards me. I slowly began to back up.


Griffin Hawkins: Whoa..easy man..


"You must think I'm stupid don't you? You think you're gonna get away with stealing from me?"


Thinking quick, I start to run away, but I feel his cold grip on the back of my neck. His grip was strong...it felt like I had vices around my neck. He then took my arm and bent it back,  bringing me to my knees.


Griffin Hawkins: Oh shit!


"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart.."


Griffin Hawkins: Please mister...I didn't mean to..


"Didn't mean to steal from me? I think you did. Do you know what they do to thieves in places like Nigeria and Saudi Arabia? They cut off their hand. Maybe I should do something like that to you!"


Griffin Hawkins: No please! Please mister I'm sorry!...I'm just a kid..


I was starting to lose feeling in my arm..my heart was racing a mile a minute, not sure what this psycho was gonna do to me. It felt as if my life was flashing before my eyes...then suddenly he let me go. I fell on the ground, thankfully my arm wasn't broken, but it still hurt like hell. I look up at him.


"What's a kid like you doing out on the streets this late?"


Griffin Hawkins: ....I was kicked out of my house by my Dad...I live out here.


"I see....so what's your name kid?"


Griffin Hawkins: ...It's Griffin sir...


He then helps me up.


Marquis Laveaux: Name's Marquis Laveaux. You look like you haven't had a nice meal in days...how about we get you something to eat?..as long as you don't steal from me again.


I wasn't sure what was happening...minutes ago he was ready to break my arm like a toothpick...now he wants to get food for me? It was weird..but I wasn't one to turn down a free meal.


Griffin Hawkins: Uh....sure...


We went downtown and he got me a slice of pizza...possibly the best meal I had in weeks. As I was eating he decided to break the silence.


Marquis Laveaux: So...how long have you been living on the streets?


Griffin Hawkins: Weeks now..


Marquis Laveaux: There's other ways to make money than stealing you know..you could get a job.


Griffin Hawkins: Nobody is gonna give a job to somebody with no prior work experience...I don't even have a home..


I must've sounded so pitiful to him.


Marquis Laveaux: ...It's probably going against my better judgement..but what if I asked you to move in with me?


I thought I was hearing things...I just tried to steal from him, is he out of his mind?


Griffin Hawkins: ..You...you mean stay with you?


Marquis Laveaux: I figured it beats the streets..


Griffin Hawkins: I don't get it...why are you taking me in after what I tried to do to you tonight?


Marquis Laveaux: Let's just say you remind me of myself when I was your age..you can move in tonight.


Griffin Hawkins: Oh man...thank you..thank you so much. I promise you you won't regret it...


Marquis Laveaux: Let's hope not.


And for the first time in my life..someone had actually shown concern for me and gave me a real home. I figured things would change for me...but little did I know the changes would effect my life in ways I never imagined..



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Cameras open up to an outside location...the streets. LA looks very busy tonight with everyone walking around. I sit outside what looks to be an abandoned apartment building...no one even setting foot in there. I sit on the stoop, dressed in black ripped jeans and a leather jacket with a Black Sabbath t-shirt on underneath. I look down at the steps, not even looking at the camera before slowly starting to speak.


"Pain...misery....sadness...I've dealt with it all. In my youth I have spent most of my time on the streets. I've suffered at the hands of friends...family..people I thought that I could trust. I had lost everyone..being forced to do what I can to survive on these streets. I did things I'm not proud of...but it kept me alive. I did what I had to do..knowing that the wolf is always at my door. I had to fight to survive on the everyday concrete jungle..today things are different. I have a family..a beautiful wife...two kids..a home...the only thing I ever wanted in life..an actual family and acceptance. I never thought that I would have to return to the streets. I never thought I'd see this place again, I figured that chapter of my life is closed...and the worst is over now. But recently....someone just had to remind me of all the pain and the horrors that I have seen and had to deal with on a daily basis. You brought me back here Steve Ramone...you brought me back to this hell....and now, you're gonna be the one who pays for it. You are gonna be the one who feels the pain of being broken and left alone. You gave me no choice but to go back to where it all began for me."


These streets almost feel like a second home to me...that didn't mean I wanted to come back...


"Why Steve...why did you have to bring me back here? Why did you have to make me return to my roots? This could of all been avoided...the first night I was here...you got in my face, you told me to stay out of your way and that SCW is your domain. And you saw fit to cost me a win and hand me my first loss in SCW when I had Samuel beat. You challenged me afterwards..not face to face of course...to a match at Violent Conduct IV, and I accepted...but only under my terms and conditions..a Street Fight. But you don't know me at all do you Stevie? I've been fighting for 15 years to get a family, to get a brand, to build my legacy. And you think I'm gonna come all this way just to let someone like you stop me? I don't think so. I'm not coming to the Gold Coast Casino on September 3rd to wrestle..I'm coming there to fight. Are you prepared for it? Are you really? Are you really prepared for the hellfire that I'm gonna unleash on you? I don't think you are. Because last week...oh man, you really showed your true colors. I thought for once in your miserable life that you would be a man and back up what you say...prove me wrong when I said that you were a coward. And what you do?...you show that I was right about you all along.

You couldn't even beat me down all by yourself..you needed your goons to help you. Is this what I can expect from you in the Las Vegas Street Fight? How are you going to take me out when you can't even do it without someone holding your hand? Pathetic.  But you know what? Bring them with you...because that's only going to add to the body count. Me, I never needed anyone's help to win a fight..and I don't need anyone's help to beat you."


I clench my fists..getting angrier and angrier at the thought of Steve laughing about his so called accomplishment.


"Steve Ramone...you're possibly the biggest fraud the SCW has ever seen..for the last few weeks you've been running around telling lies that you're better than me, that I'm stealing the spotlight from you...you're saying all this for attention, hoping people will believe you. But I wanna hit you with some truth Steve...I came to this company because from what many tell me...this is the best place for competition. There is a whole locker room of people I wanna step in the ring with..including The World Heavyweight Champion Calvin Harris. So...what spotlight am I taking from you? Let's look at what you've done...yes you have quite the accolades here...three time Roulette Champion...former Tag Team Champion...I'm not knocking that at all. But the problem with you...is that you've gotten lazy. You've done nothing but coast on your accomplishments, calling yourself the hope for SCW. If you're the hope for dethroning Calvin Harris...then Sin City is screwed. But you have a chance to prove that you belong here in SCW...all you gotta do is beat me in this street fight. Think of it...you gaining a victory over what many consider the hottest free agent in wrestling today. That would be quite the feather in your cap...because from what we've seen from you lately...you haven't really done much of anything. But I hate to be the bearer of bad news..but this will be just another loss in your column...but not just any loss. This will be a major loss for you because I exposed you for the liar and the coward and the fraud that you are. But I think I get it..."


I slowly get up.


"I see why you're doing this Stevie Boy....it's not just the spotlight you're craving...you just want to be me. Hell, you're probably the biggest fan of Griffin Hawkins on the planet. You've been wanting to be me your whole career..it's written all over your face. But here is the reality of it all Ramone..you will never ascend to the heights that I have. It doesn't matter how many bars you close...how many women you go to bed with...or how many concerts you attend....you will always be in my shadow. As long as Griffin Hawkins is on this roster you will always remain nothing more than a backup singer on my stage. After Violent Conduct IV...I'll move on, I'll go on to have a successful career..winning some Championship gold...and you will have no choice but to sit in the back and watch it all happen. You have quite an impressive resume I'll give you that. But beating me will not be added to it. You'll never be able to beat me in this Las Vegas Street Fight. Because I am coming at you like a freight train...and you're standing in the middle of the tracks waiting to get hit. After Violent Conduct...you will know once and for all that there is only one Griffin Hawkins..and you couldn't be him if you tried."


Everything about Ramone angered me, I wanted to shut him up once and for all.


"A few weeks ago...you said...this was your domain, this was your territory, this is your yard. But when the time came for you to man up and fight me...you were on the other side of the world attending concerts and about to nail some chick that even I would've turned down in High School. This is supposed to be your domain..yet you're not there half the time to defend it...and when you are there, you need your little pals to do your bidding.

Wanna know what sets me apart from you Steve? I've never missed a match in my life. I never took a week off just to attend a metal concert. I am always here...from the moment I walk through those doors, I make sure that I give the people what they want, and that is one hell of a show. For 15 years I've been put through tables, slammed against cages, thrown off ladders, busted up from ear to ear...and not once did I complain or skip a show just for my personal gain. Well I hope you had so much fun in the UK attending the concert...because there won't be any music playing where we're headed. Where we're going is back to the streets...back where it all began for me. I'm coming to beat you down until you can no longer stand up."


I lean against the banister, looking at the camera man.


"The truth is Steve...I can't eat...I can't sleep...I can't even get my mail without thinking about what I'm gonna do to you. You kicked the hornet's nest on the last Climax Control when you and your buddies beat me down and left me for dead. Truth is....you guys should've killed me. You should have finished me off right there. Because I'm still here, i'm still breathing, I am still in your face...ready to unleash hell on you. The Sword of Damocles is hanging high above your head...and in about a week...it's gonna drop on you. I want to see to it that this is the most painful night of your life. And I'm not just saying this to sell a wrestling match...what I am saying is real. You've picked the wrong guy to jump on Steve....you fucked with the wrong guy. Because what I do to you..is something not even Stephen King can ever dream of. You're gonna bleed buckets and buckets of blood...you're gonna scream for mercy...and when you're on your knees begging me to stop...I'm not gonna show one ounce of remorse. Pain will be your mistress....defeat will be your new best friend."


I slowly walk down the steps.


"Of all matches I could've had with you...I could've chosen a cage match..a strap match...an I Quit Match...I could've chosen anything. But this goes beyond the ring....anyone who knows me...know that I don't do things halfway. I drive the point home every time...guaranteed. You wanna cost me matches? You wanna jump me with your gang? Well you better be prepared to pay the ultimate price. Because I promise you this Ramone...September 3rd will be the night that I put an end to you once and for all. There's a reason why this match is unsanctioned...because nobody knows what we're gonna do to one another. This could end up anywhere in Las Vegas..it's all legal. What I do to you...I won't even go to jail for it. Because after I beat you down like the bitch you are..you won't be able to sue me, nobody from your legal department will be able to take action against me, nobody from your family will be able to sue me for what I do to you. So you have seven days left....until the match of your life happens. What I suggest for you is to tell that wife of yours that you love her...because chances are you won't come home. Violent Conduct IV...Las Vegas Street Fight.....you're gonna get rocked."


I glare at the camera before walking away, ending the segment.

[Griffin Hawkins]

 They always say you can't go home again...that turned out to be a lie. I decided to go back to the playground of my youth in Los Angeles to think for a while. It was pretty nice for a summer day, not too hot and not too chilly. I have my hands in my pockets of my jean as I walk along the park, just looking at the swings and the jungle gym. It used to be a simple time for me..I look over it all, reminiscing until I hear a familiar voice.


"This place hasn't changed at all."


I turn and see Amanda looking over everything.


Griffin Hawkins: Oh...hey.


Amanda Ravencroft: Feeling nostalgic?


Griffin Hawkins: You could say that...


Amanda Ravencroft: Care to give the swings a try for old time's sake?


Griffin Hawkins: Sure..why not?


We make our way over and sit on the swings, they feel a bit rickety but they are still holding up.


Amanda Ravencroft: This place sure brings back memories..


Griffin Hawkins: Yeah..I wasn't allowed to play with you because your family and my family were at war with one another...I didn't get it then..


Amanda Ravencroft: I still don't get it...I kept wondering to myself why didn't both our families just work together?..

I can't help but laugh.


Griffin Hawkins: Are you kidding? After the way my old man screwed your old man over, I'm surprised he didn't sue him.


Amanda Ravencroft: Yeah...we still wouldn't be allowed to talk to one another.


We both laugh...and then there's still silence. I decide to finally break the ice.


Griffin Hawkins: ..I'm...sorry for that phone conversation the other day.


Amanda Ravencroft: Oh..it's alright. I understand if you don't want to get involved in this.

Griffin Hawkins: Look..you're a really good friend and I'll always have your back...but things are different..I have a family to take care of. If something happens to me...I don't know what will happen to them.


Amanda Ravencroft: It's alright...I understand. You have your family to think about..that always comes first.


Griffin Hawkins: So...what are you gonna do?


Amanda Ravencraft: I'm gonna ask Daddy what is going on and demand him to tell me the truth.


Griffin Hawkins: You're actually gonna stand up to the old man? Wish I could be there to see that.


Amanda Ravencroft: I'll let you know how it goes.


Griffin Hawkins: Great..I look forward to hearing how it went.


Amanda Ravencroft: Listen...I never had the chance to tell you, but...I'm proud of what you've made of yourself. You've really come a long way.


Griffin Hawkins: When my Dad kicked me out..he told me never to come back until I'm a man and I've made something of myself...I think it's safe to say I've got all that covered.


Amanda Ravencroft: No doubt about it.


Griffin Hawkins: Hey..maybe sometime I can introduce you to my family..I'm sure they'll get along great with you.


Amanda Ravencroft: Sure..I'd like that. In the meantime I gotta go...it's gonna be dinner time soon.


Griffin Hawkins: Okay, seeya around.


She smiles and walks off. What a relief...I was finally out of the woods...at least I hoped so. But I still can't help but wonder what's gonna happen with her and her family.



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Cameras come once again to me in what looks to be the parking lot of the Gold Cost Casino in Las Vegas Nevada. The moon shines down on me as I sit on the hood of the car, dressed in black ripped jeans and a Johnny Cash T-Shirt. I crack my knuckles as I look at the camera man, beginning my promo.


"One of the worst sins to ever crawl into your life...is envy. Us as human beings are jealous of someone in some way. Some are jealous of people who have the finer things in life and live the lifestyle many of us can only dream of living....the girls...the money...the fast cars...the recognition...the adulation of people all around the world who rise from their seats just when your name is called. We all want that, we all want to be recognized as the best in the industry. Anyone who doesn't is a liar. Ever since I broke into this business when I was 19...I wanted everything. I wanted to become the one thing that people think of when they file out of the arena. Over the years I have proven myself to be the best in the sport today. When I left EWC this past summer...there was many organizations from all over the world who courted me, wanting me to sign on the dotted line. But I knew know matter where I signed...I would come face to face with my old enemy....jealousy. And in this case...it's in the form of one Steve Ramone..the self proclaimed savior of SCW..."


I can't help but give a chuckle at the thought of that.


"If this is the savior of this company...we're all in a lot of trouble. This man has had a problem with me since day one...believing that I'm here to take away his spotlight. He blames me for his failure to become World Heavyweight Champion....man, next thing you know he'll be saying I ruined his son's birthday party. And now in a matter of days...we are going to clash in a Las Vegas Street Fight. What started off as jealousy from Ramone..has turned into blind hatred...all because he couldn't take the new guy strolling in on his turf..so he decided to get all territorial and defend it. It's no secret that Ramone's jealousy stems from the fact that he desires so bad to become the next World Champion...but he sees me standing in his way. He knows for a fact that as long as I remain in SCW,

he'll always be in my shadow...he'll never reach the heights he's dreaming of reaching, because I will be right in front of him to stop him. I'm somebody that he will never be..and Sunday, the truth will hit him in the face."


I haven't made an enemy this fast in a long time, I knew it had to end here.


"You're trying to stop me from succeeding Steve...you have any idea how many people have tried that already? In the last 15 years of my career..people have tried to stop me from succeeding, they tried to stop me from climbing the ladder of success. You're not only jealous of me...but you're scared of me. Because you know just what I am capable of, and you know that what I will do in SCW will eclipse everything you will ever accomplish here. I said from day one that my mission is to become the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion. And someone like you is not gonna stop me...you can't hold back the hands of fate Steve. The only thing you're doing is delaying the inevitable. One day...I will become Champion in SCW...and there isn't anything that you can do to stop me. You think a Las Vegas Street Fight is gonna prevent me from climbing the ladder? You must be mistaken.."


A sly smile comes across my face as I continue.


"For the last few weeks..you've done nothing but cry. You've done nothing but blame me for everything that has been going on with you. That seems to be your whole problem Stevie Boy, the whole world is against you. Everyone is out to get you. Did you ever stop to think maybe that's why you're not in the main event? The minute you fail, you blame everybody else...it's never your fault and there's always an excuse. Your problem is that you don't have it in you to go home, look in the mirror and see the reason why you're not the Champion. You missed out on being World Heavyweight Champion..and instead of admitting you came up short and you'll get it right next time...you blame it on my presence being there. Tell me, was I ringside for your match? Did I attack you backstage? No. I believe your words were for me to sit in the back and watch how a REAL Superstar conducts business, and what happened? You failed. So you can go ahead and pass the buck on your failure to achieve gold..but at the end of Violent Conduct IV when you suffer another humiliating loss..you will have no one to blame but yourself."


I think everyone had had enough of Steve Ramone's whining and complaining at this point.


"For a guy who complains about being screwed...damn you're bitter. It's a shame really. You wanna know what your problem is Steve? You complain about everything. You act as if the whole world should roll over and hand you everything on a silver platter. Wanna know how I know that? Because once upon a time..I was you.

I went down the same road you're going down now...mad at the world, convinced the whole world was out to get me, convinced that everybody was trying to keep me from being successful. Sure..you've won many many titles here and there...but that's not good enough for guys like you and me is it? You want to be the best in this industry, the one thing people pay to see. I want the same thing...but the only problem is, there isn't room for two guys at the top...one of us have to win this big match. This isn't just a match for me, it's a chance for me to cement my status as a star on the rise here in SCW....and for that I have to make an example out of you. So if you wanna be a rock superstar..and live large..a big house..five cars....then you have to go through me. Otherwise this will be another loss that will go down in your record which...doesn't look too impressive."

I walk through the street with my hands in my pockets.


"One thing you were right about Steve....SCW will not be held accountable for what we do to one another. This is a barbaric match that won't take place in a ring...it will start right here in this very parking lot...but it won't end there. It could carry over into the streets...in a local bar..a strip club...it doesn't matter where it ends up, as long as I beat your ass. And this time..there is no way you can weasel out of this fight...there will be no concerts for you to attend so you can get out of a confrontation with me, and most importantly there will be no more of you hiding behind your bodyguards like a little bitch. One way or another, I'm gonna deal with you...and if you don't show up, I may just go to your house, kick the goddamn door down, drag your ass out into the streets and beat you bloody in front of the entire world. You're right Steve....this match is gonna be violent...and neither of us are gonna be the same. But the one thing that will make it all worth it is when I finally shut you up once and for all. You've been going on and on about how I steal your spotlight every week...well now is your chance to take it."

I stop myself from getting worked up..only a few days left.


"I just wanna ask you one thing Stevie....you realize how many eyes are on you now? You go on and on about how the spotlight should be on you...and now you finally got it. All eyes of the SCW fans...the guys and girls in the back...all of them are on you now. You've been doing a lot of talking lately and now is your chance to back it all up. If you're gonna say the things you say...you better be prepared to have the talent to back it up in a match like this. You need to win this match...this is the most important match you'll ever have in your life...because you're up against a main event caliber superstar who's seen it all and done it all. My advice to you Steve...win as if your life depended on it....because if you don't win this match...you'll go down in history with the likes of James Buster Douglas....Milli Vanilli....and Crystal Pepsi...nothing more than a one hit wonder who just managed to get lucky. I'm not a world renowned author...but I can tell the difference between the real deal....and guys like you. Are you a one hit wonder Steve?....Step on up and prove me wrong."


I look to the camera, knowing somewhere Steve is watching.


"According to my watch...you got only two days left until the most brutal match of your life will take place. You could've avoided all this Steve...you could've just left me alone, and I would've stayed out of your business. There is so many things you could've done other than this...like making a run for the Internet Title or try and reclaim the Roulette Title...anything to snap this long losing streak. I could go on all night about the things you could have done....but you had to let your envy...your jealousy...your insecurities get the best of you as you on more than one occasion got in my face and left me laying. It's too late to say you're sorry...it's too late to beg for forgiveness. You should've closed your windows got another dog...you should've chained up all the doors and switched up all the locks...because there is nothing that can save you now. Las Vegas Nevada will be the burial site of your career. You've allowed one of the worst sins of all...jealousy...to creep into your life...and get you in a match that you have no idea how you're going to survive. Your time...is just about up Steve....Violent Conduct IV...I'm gonna take you to the streets."

I give the camera man one more look before walking off, leaving the area.