[Christian Underwood]

 First RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 04/25/2015
England: 04:59am Sunday 04/26/2015

Post all RPs for this match here.

[Chris Shipman]

 The scene opens up to Shipman inside his trademark dark room. This time he is topless, revealing the road map of scars covering his body. The walls have barbed wire covering them like wallpaper. Shipman is sitting in the middle of the room on the dirty floor, just the same way he opened up Climax Control. He has his head bent down, his long messy hair dangling towards the floor, and he is rubbing the scars on his arms and torso.

Shipman: Barbed wire death match. Only three of those words make sense for Mayhem in Morocco. Yes there will be barbed wire, yes somebody is going to die, but no this is not a match. This is a fight. A fight I intend on winning. What better poetic justice would it be if I beat this demon of my past, and blind him permanently when I take some barbed wire and run it back and fourth over his eyes? If my actions at Climax Control wasn’t enough to know how far I can go, than I will prove my dominance and show everyone that I am the most violent person in SCW. It was so nice of Goth to show his face back here again after so long. I mean really, a SCW grand slam champion and he wants to go to war against me. He just can not let go of the past. Either way, whether or not I kick his ass in AWA or SCW, it will be out there for the world to see.


Shipman lifts his head up. With his hair now out of the way the scars on his body are more prominent. He looks like he had surgery performed by a drunken doctor.

Shipman: Now I may not have gotten the match I originally asked for, but the stipulation will be a close second. Obviously this isn’t my first dance with barbed wire; it probably won’t be my last. Hell this isn’t even the first time I had a pile of barbed wire to meet me on the floor. Only difference was last time was a ladder match. Maybe I will recreate history and bring a ladder into that ring, and throw Goth all the way from the top. Goth, I hope you hold your wife close for the next few days. Give in to your fears. The blindness, the alcoholism, whatever else you got going on, because after Morocco, you will only fear one thing. ME.


Shipman swiftly pushes his hair behind his head revealing his face completely. The tension caused by the anger building in Shipman’s voice can be felt everywhere.

Shipman: For years, I put up with all the bullshit you and your brother caused me Goth. I put up with Bill Barnhart. The lack of title shots, you even censored me and gave me only gave me a minute to do my hall of fame speech. You even stood there glancing at your watch to make sure I didn’t go over that minute. One thing has never emerged though Goth, why the hatred towards me? Why this crusade to keep me down? Is it fear that I am bad for business? Is it all the lawsuits and hospital bills I created in the wake of my destruction? Are you only back to save SCW? If you don’t remember, probably because you were in some drunken phase, it was Christian Underwood who signed me here. He knew what he was getting into. He knows what is required to employ me. Maybe your anger towards me stems back even further? Let’s take a trip down memory lane for a second. I can remember it like it was almost yesterday. I was the minnow swimming in a sea of sharks. And than a golden opportunity, and I became the Airborne champion. Which even created controversy backstage but that is for a different time. A week after I beat Stacy Kissinger for that belt, I faced your brother. I won that match, hell I dominated that match. And in turn I must have embarrassed you and your family. This young pup, this nobody, made Fang his bitch. I will admit years later Fang got his revenge when I failed to beat Shane West and had to be “The Family’s” bitch for a month. But I got through it and continued to be a pain in your ass. Well at Mayhem in Morocco, the pain will finally subside but not for the right reason. It will go away because it will be your body tangled and mangled in the barbed wire. So much of your blood will spill; it will rust the barbed wire. But do you know why I love barbed wire so much?


Shipman stands up and walks to a wall. He rubs his fingers along the barbs. His fingers stick several times and a light trail of blood can be seen tailing his hand on the wire.

Shipman: I love it because it is not the initial impact with the wire that hurts you, granted it does hurt like a bastard when it rips your skin, but yes, I do love it because it is the part where they try and get you out that hurts. It will yank out your hair, pull your skin off, when the attendants try to cut you out, some will be under tension, causing it to whip you and get more tangled when it is cut. That is why I love barbed wire.


Shipman clenches the barbed wire. Blood begins flowing more freely, dripping down the strands. Shipman seems unfazed as he stares at the wall.

Shipman: Goth, all those long years of my suffering will finally come to an end. I may not have been able to rid professional wrestling of my brother Bill, but in Morocco, I will make you retire. I will make you bleed, scream, cry. I will make your family cry. I will even bring your brother Fang to his knees begging me to stop my attack on you. Sapphira will run to the back to hide as she will not be able to witness your demise. Mayhem in Morocco is not just the night I prove to the SCW what I am capable of, it will be the bloodiest night in SCW. I will torture you. I will dance with your demons as you will be torn apart physically and emotionally. There is no one that can stop me from destroying your pathetic drunk ass. On Sunday the third of May, will be known as the night Shipman took things too far.


Shipman turns and coldly stares into the camera.

Shipman: As I used to say Goth, toodles.

Shipman sits back on the floor and bows his head as the scene fades to black.

[Goth]

 We come into a shot as a camera looks up at the ceiling as it is moving forwards. Looking up at the lights that are shining bright towards it, on the left and right there are doctors and nurses that look concerned as they are talking in Spanish.

Doctor) Move on people!!! This guy has lost a lot of blood. And we need to get him in the surgery already!!.

Suddenly a hand is trying to block the light of the lamps, but when it is moving upwards it is caught by one of the nurses

Nurse) i’m sorry sir, you arent allowed to move. Tie him up Juanita.

Another nurse suddenly grabs his arms and puts a leather belt around his waist, causing his arms to be tied up towards his body. The camera moves upwards and then moves towards the patient, as we see Goth tied up. Blood dried up on his body, barbed wire still stuck into his body from the heinous attack from Shipman. Some wounds are still open as blood is flowing through towels, clothing that got put on him.

Goth) (Whisper) Let me… please let me… he did his job… let me…,

None of het doctors or nurses hear his plea as he is too weak to speak out loud. His hands are trying to make a fist, but he lost too much blood to do anything. In the end he gives up as he falls into unconsciousness. Behind the doctors we see Sapphira trying desperately to reach her husband, but is halted by Fang and his wife Brenda. Holding her back.

Sapphira) Gerrit!!!!!! Let me go!!!

Fang ignores her pleading, he holds her by the arms as Brenda grabs her by the face and tries to reason with her.

Brenda) Sapphira, listen to me. He is in capable hands now, it’s now up to the medical fascility to help him. There’s nothing you can do!!

The words don’t sink into her mind right away, struggling to free from the grip of the much stronger man. Finally tears overcome her as she drops to her knees and cries out loud. Brenda holds her in her arms as she looks at her man in fear, not knowing what to expect next.

A few hours later we come back in the hospital bedroom where Goth is seen resting, heavily bandaged. At his side is his wife Sapphira, holding on to his wrist as she is kissing his fingers and softly crying. Brenda is at her side as we can see Fang talk to a doctor, trying to figure out what is up with his brother.

Doctor) It looks like your brother was lucky, a few more inches higher and he would have bled to death.

Fang) Thank you doctor, so what should he do now???

Doctor) Rest, he should not do anything physical for a few weeks no. He…,

Suddenly the attention of both the doctor and Fang is interrupted by Goth waking up with a scream. We see his woman holding on to hi mand talking to him, trying to calm him down.

Goth) SHIPMAN!!!!!!!

Sapphira) It’s ok baby, I am here darling. You are safe.

Goth) Safe?? Where am I?? what the hell is going on?? Where’s Shipman??

Sapphira) Darling, he assaulted you and ripped you apart with barbwire. You were almost….,

Goth) Dead??? Is that it??? Look Sapphi….

Sudenly Goth gets grabbed by the throat by his brother as Fang stares at him with anger in his eyes. Clearly upset with his reaction to his wife.

Fang) Listen you son of a bitch, you should be thanking GOD on your crooked knees for being alive. So unless you want me to drop you from your hospital bed, i suggest you should start apologizing to your wife.

Goth suddenly starts to cry as tears emerge from his eyes, extending his arms towards his wife as she jumps forwads and holds him tight. He stares into the eyes of his brother as he whispers “I’m sorry” towards him.

A few days later

Goth can be seen in his hospital bed, staring at the ceiling as he is alone. Trying to clutch his fist as he feels the needle stuck in his arm.

Goth) You should have finished the job Chris, is it that difficult to understand that you were the one that i wanted to free me from my demons?? I left myself as vulnerable as possible and what did you do?? You let me crawl away and fight another day. You set me up for a match to finish it off, where as I had other plans Chris.

Goth) But of course, you are too deranged to understand what truly is going on huh??? Your sicikening attempts of rekindling old precious and apparently sentimental values that has gotten you to the point of retribution upon yours truly. Sorry Chris, it is too late to attempt to rekindle the facts that you apparnetly never got the chance to be the champion at one or certain time!!!! Get a life Chris, if i wanted to play with dolls… I would have asked your brother’s wife to do the macarena in a pink thong!!!

Goth grabs his head with his hands and is about to rip out some of his hair as he finally looks around,m trying to find the camera. After a while his vision spots i tand sighs.

Goth) Ever wondered what it is that you people often ask me to see?? I see a void, i see emptiness in a life where others wish to see their glorious dreams emerge from non existence. Tell me Shipman, tell me is there a void inside of you that allows you to barely see the edge of your bed??? Does it help to have hatred for your own existence sooth the fact that a woman loves you?? Tell me Shipman as you proclaim your love for hardcore to a certain bonified erectile perspective where a blue pill is non existent for you?? Or is it the fact that your simplistic life only exist to show the world that there isn’t anything more diabolical like you??? Is it too difficult that i just set you up to kill me Shipman??? To kill my demons, to kill my thirst for alcohol. To kill the fear of going blind and not being able to see the love in the eyes of my woman. And what did you do???

Goth) You dissapointed me, you allowed me to struggle one more night in this fucked up hospital bed. You dissapointed me in the fact that i thought you were the answer. Because, unless i dream of doing it myself… My struggle with my demons enables me to kill myself… And why you may perhaps ask in that peanut that needs to be cooked inside your head called a brain….

He slowly tries to pull out the needle and looks at it before dropping it on the bed before slowly trying to get out of the bed.

Goth) Seriously Chris, now i need to battle you?? Is that it?? you want me to fight you in your second wildest fantasy?? You want barbwire around a ring?? If i knew this, i would have bought a shotgun and begged the announcer to just shoot me int he middle of the ring. You see Chris, every day i will fight my demons to stay sane to the point where i give in. I grab the alcohol in the hope to get so drunk that i will never hear the voices in my brain. You know how sad you can become every single morning to wake up, ignoring the hangover and hear the same thing over and over again for every single day??? It makes your whining look like the script fo the opening scene of Driving Miss Daisy!! So instead of hating my demons, i have to hope to finalize the coffin in your stinking brain…

Sapphira) Gerrit???

Goth snaps as he hears the voice of his woman, in tears. Not knowing how much she has heard, but by the looks of her face she has heard enough.

Sapphira) Why did you lie to me??

Goth remains silent, he knows he was caught what he was trying to do.

Sapphira) Oh sure, tell the world that you just needed it for you. But all-in essence, we all had to witness you get killed huh?? So what’s next Gerrit???

Goth looks at her, this time he shows a look that she has not seen in a long time.

Sapphira) Oh no you are not going to compete

Goth) Too late, the match is already made. I rang Chris this morning and told him that I would be in Marocco.

Sapphira) To die?

Goth looks away from her before turning his head towards her once more.

Goth) Oh no, to tell the world how much Chris Shipman wishes to be a hardcore legendary figure. To be the most vicious of them all. He wishes tob e a one dimensional character, that does not wish to evolve into something that suits him so much better.

Sapphira) I can’t believe this….,

Goth) I’m going to take this idiot to heights where he will finally underswtand why i never wanted him. I will will show him why he never leaned up to anything grand in the GWA… I will show him what Crushing Zero Tolerance is all about! As it was me that made Grinder and Al Cohol regret the days that they stabbed me in the back and got in with ZT… It was me that took away everything that they had by yours truly, while Shipman was just eating J’s left foot’s toenail.

Goth) What the f#### is it with people that need to clean up their acts for that what they could not do in the past?? I never drank tea with the Queen of England, i never shot a teddy bear and i never got tos have Kane’s freaking head. So live with it you freaking crybaby. You want to kill me?? Fine, go ahead… I will fight until i feel no more demons and then I will rip your stinking head through whatever i can find.

Sapphira suddenly slaps his head and that causes him to remain quiet.

Goth) I deserved that, but i also deserved redemption. You had the chance to free me and you didnt… now i have to destroy you because I want someone that can destroy me when i want the mto. You like to talk fancy shit Shipman?? Fancy yourself around a man that wishes to bef reed of everything that is making him the shell that I am… You want to free yourself from everything I did to you?? THEN WHY DIDNT YOU DO IT???!!! I tell you why, because thats why you achieved nothing that you thought you would have. I selected you for the Hall of Fame, because I had to… And now this PPV in Marocco.. I will have to do what you couldnt… Free you from your demon Shipman… I will set you free and live and walk on a man that is blinded with sins… A man that is blinded with his own failure.. Blinded with his addiction and blinded with the thought that nobody can do what I want the mto do… I hope you can live with that thought Shipman…

With that Goth drops his head and holds his woman as they both cry as the shot fades

[Christian Underwood]

 The first RP period is over!

All RPs in this thread will be counted towards RP period two!

Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 05/01/2015
England: 04:59am Saturday 05/02/2015

[Goth]

 Goth can bes een in his bed, tossing and turning as he is enduring a nightmare. Sweat is pouring from his face, whispering something in his sleep. He suddenly wakes up with a loud scream, echoeing through the bedroom. Waking up his wife, who holds him in her arms and kisses his face.

Sapphira) It’s ok my love, i’m here. It was just a dream baby.

Her words seem to have no effect on the man as he puts his hands to his head and cries.

Goth) What have I gotten myself into Sapphira??? I am this close to suffer a witnessing night of enduring pain and agony. Misery and above all… i will endure reality that Shipman could have been right alla long.

Sapphira) Oh darling, he is deranged… he only wishes to destroy you. Just dont show up, let him have his victory while you will be alive. Please, I…,

Goth turns his attention to his wife, she sees his obvious fear in his eyes. Something she has never seen from him before in all the years that she has been with him. Causing her to cry as well, realizing that she may be with him for the final time.

Goth)(Whisper) I have to do this….,

Sapphira) Why??? It is eating you alive from the inside. And that beast doesnt care, hell you know what he did to Lupe, Bill’s wife!!! You realise that this freak could do the same to me too?? Does that not mean anything to you???

Goth’s tears start to flow faster from his eyes. Kissing his wife on her lips as tender as he can be before closing his eyes, running his fingers across her face.

Goth) Do you know that me not being able to see this angelic face is the worst nightmare that i have on a daily basis?? Being scared that you are no longer here??

Sapphira) But…,

Goth slowly runs his fingers to her mouth, silencing the woman that he loves

Goth) I must do this, i know it does not make sense. But then again, walking away fom that i need to combat the biggest fear that i got. To be nothing compared what i used to be. To be unable to look myself in the mirror out of shame for who i used to be. Hell, not even be the man that you deserve to have. Hell, if i could go blind and still have you with me would be worth it. i mean seriously… i dont want to extend my arms and only find nothing more than air….

Sapphira) I would never….,

Goth runs his hands across her neck, feeling the softness of her skin as he remembers it oh so well from all the years they made love. He knows evey spot of her body as if it is his very own. He doesnt see his wife tears flow even more, but he can hear her.

Goth) Please dont cry fort hat what I have become… Please forgive me for that what I will end up to be in due time. I’ve been told that I would never witness a ray of sunlight if I would go through with this, but then again. Not being able to look Shipman in the eyes while still being able to see something makes me want to shoot myself in the head if i would not grab the oppertunity now that it has presented itself. You know how i can be if i would not get what i want to.

She nods her head, realizing that he would be like a mad man.

Goth) You know that i am not a man sitting at home, enjoying my rest as i have done so much. You see, there is somehting that I have not done and that is beating Chris Shipman. I have not been in the ring with the man that i know that could have liberated me when he assaulted me. But now, now he has given my demons a chance to destroy him instead of him destroying them.

Sapphira) What do you mean???

Goth) After that match, I was empty. I had nothing left, i could not defend myself as I knew he would come after me. And he showed me compassion because he had other dreams. These demons wont let go, these demons want to make me suffer even more. I am not a man anymore with these eyes, the drinking issues. The fact that i need to find my own addictions to forget my own pity for myself. And now?? Now i have to work myself towards that moment that I will be able to fight him, that i will be able to defend myself. He made himself a fraud. If he was that vicious guy that he always proclaimed to be.. he would have ended the way it should have ended with me. In my days i took no prisoners, i destroyed people for fun… i did what i had to do. Look, i’m not the man that proclaim his love for being sick and twisted. But Shipman never did what I have done in the past. You can grab y our babwire, make your monkey spurt whatever fluid that he can produce as you watch reruns of Ducktales for all i care. I’m the one that broke a skull on the steel steps with a Chaos ADDT. And i looked in the eyes of the man as his blood amused me. And now??? I would have been amused to have these eyes being closed for the final time

Sapphira) But…,

Goth) But no more, you see. Now i have to make Shipman learn to hate me for who i really am. Not for his fixation that he has got for wanting to destroy anything that he feels that would limit him. Its funny how he bitches like a schoolgirl that has gotten a screwdriver shoved up her ass. He was limited in GWA, i set him free. I was the one that told him that he would be no longer restricted… oh and he just has issues with the fact that i would never kiss the little knob that he would have called brain?
Goth) I hated everyone, so it isnt that i showed no favortism towards him. Hell, i hate the next door’s kid. But apparently he never got the hint that he was forced to prove me wrong. So do i need to hold his hand to console him???

Sapphira) No, but….,

Goth) This is the federation that i build where the first match was inside the cellstructures of Alcatraz for the Universal title. Please if i think back to it… i was the only one that never turned it’s back on AWA. But Shipman?? He just needed to run off to someone that created a world that fitted his lack of imagination. Good for you Chris, but you know i hate cowards. But Shipman will find out soon enough.

Goth kisses his wife as he goes back to bed, where she looks at him with fear in her eyes

Promo

Goth can be seen sitting in a chair with his stick for visiual impared in his hands as it rests across his chest as he rests backwards.

Goth) You know something Chris?? What a difference a week makes huh? I mean seriously, last week i felt nothing more than ange towards you. Anger for taking away my chance to finally breathe out my final breath. As your ego took over and allowed my to live where i did not deserved it to any longer. And yet you did Shipman, unthinkable acts of selfishness came over you. And you know something Chris?? I think it only proves that i was right all along

His eyes turn towards the stick for a few moments before turning his attention back to the camera

Goth) For being right that eventually i had to let you go Shipman, for being right that you only knew one thing and one thing only. For being right that you were a Hall of Famer, but that you were the extra that made others look better. Hell son, it is a quality that makes you a valuable essence to a federation.. but i am not going to run into the A or B plus player thing that others love to do, making it a nice storytelling experience. No Chris, you are good. But there i twill forever be with you. Because there is nothing else for me to build out of you. So why would you try harder to prove me wrong???

Goth) Is it that you wanted to show me that you were championship material?? Is that it Chris?? Are you that materialistic?? Or is it perhaps the jealousy that others could have done it and you havent??? And tell me how much did you walk to the back and question yourself that whether you did what you needed to do to make it??? Tell me Shipman?? Tell me where your balls were after beating me down in a match with someone else?? No, you fled and ran off like the bitch that you are…. I got tired of it Chris.

He runs his hand across his face, carressing his chin and goatee as he shakes his head no.

Goth) Tired, because lets face it. i would have beaten you when i was at my best. Now i give you an oppertunity to destroy a shell of my own self and you know why Chris?? Because I no longe wish to move on…. Its time for me to fight another fight and then move on and perish. So i hoped to find sympathy and build you over like nothing else could have after you end me. And what happened Chris??? Did greed take over? Or was it that the Devil has gotten his Sympathy that Mick Jagger sang about?? No Chris, it is you not knowing what to do when nobody is telling you to do it. is that so hard Chris?? Or are you waiting for that one briljant moment where your spine is crushed by me??? For fuck sake Chris!!! I’m nearly blind and an alcoholic!! What more do you need to succeed???

Goth) Now it is too late Chris, now i wish to break you down. I wish to dig your flesh into the barb wire, bend down and whisper how much i loved how you being my bitch. Is that what you wish to hear Chris?? To suffer at the hands of a cripple?? Of a blind man?? Or is it merely the realization that unlike me, you never had a creative thought of getting somewhere.Can you live with that Chris?? I sure as hell dont believe so. So until Chris, be thankful you are alive.. after Turkey it will be All over

With that the shot fades