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Rage Vs Bishop Vs Harris Vs Hardin
« on: January 08, 2017, 06:44:03 PM »
 Post all roleplays for this match here.
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« Reply #1 on: January 14, 2017, 11:17:40 PM »
 OOC: Here we go... I dunno if Hardin will or won't show, but because there's a chance he can and because technically not everyone could agree to the one rp limit. I decided to get something up for the first deadline. Best of luck!

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ACT I: Good Luck Gem

There was a whole lot of commotion going on in the garage. Way too much commotion at that and why someone would want to be in a cold ass garage knowing that the weather outside was awful right now was beyond one. All of the sudden the door to the garage came open. Standing just inside the doorway was Alessandra. She peered into the garage almost like she was looking for wherever this commotion was coming from.

It was a shame to admit but the garage was a complete and utter mess. It was lots of things that she had gained over the years. Then considering that Calvin moved in and had a lot of things flown in from his place in Chicago. Neither one of them had the proper time to sort everything just yet. Seeing something get tossed across the garage, she spoke up. A small amount of concern taking her but no reason to be in full panic mode yet.

Calvin?

Although he couldn’t be seen due to the amount of stuff that was in this garage. He still found himself responding as he called out loud. Yeah?” Calvin then grabbed a hold of a box and moved it out of his way. Turning back to grab a box to do the same thing. Whatever it was that he was doing, it had him on a mission and one that didn’t seem like it would be slowing down anytime soon.

What are you doing, love?

I’m looking for something.

I’ve gathered that much. What are you looking for? This garage is a mess!

No it’s not a mess babe. I’ve only been out here for thirty five minutes looking for a fucking ladder. He was clearly being a bit of a smartass. I know it was brought over with all my stuff, but how the hell doesn’t a fifteen foot steel ladder stick out like a sore thumb among all this crap?!

At that point he was just talking to himself. Moving a few more boxes out of his way, In doing so it at least cleared a path. Between him and Alessandra where there was some eye contact that could be made. The expression that she gave kind of said it all.

Babe, why the hell are you looking for a ladder? Why the hell would you even bring a ladder here? Or is this even a situation that I want to know?

Well first of all I’m looking for a ladder that was used when I became the WEW Legacy Award winner, my last night in the company. I took the ladder that I stood on to pull the award down home with me that night.

If the award is sitting in the house on a frame. Why did you bring the ladder here? Why did you take the ladder in the first place? Not understanding here.

I took the ladder because it was apart of the biggest moment I ever had with the company. Sure, the award was the only thing that truly mattered, but the ladder was still part of it. I had planned on having mounted to a wall. Just never got the chance to do so.

Uh... alright then. But that only answers part of the question. What are you looking for it for?

I intend on taking it with me for Inception II. I kind of think of it as a good luck gem in a way. Figured, it might bring the same amount of luck. Just in a different match, in a different setting, and for a different prize.

Alessandra’s face just twisted up into more confusion. At times Calvin did things that simply just didn’t make any sense at all and she was known for calling him out on it. This time wasn’t going to be any different.

Calvin, you’re wrestling in Nevada.

I’m aware of where I’m wrestling babe.

How are you even going to manage to get a ladder on a freaking airplane?!

You’re kidding right?

Me? Kidding?! You’re the one talking about taking a goddamn ladder with you for a match.

I’d obviously drive to Nevada, Alessandra. Use your head a little bit.

Again, you’re the one that’s taking a ladder to a match in several dates over. I think you’re the one that needs to use their head a little.

Rolling his eyes a little bit at her response. It wasn’t all that crazy in his head. Not when it could have served a purpose to him as a good luck gem.

Are you going to help me find it or just stare at me like I’m crazy?

First of all you are crazy. Second of all this garbage is crazy dirty. Thirdly, I’ve got no shoes on. Fourthly, I wouldn’t know where to look. And finally, VP is calling me. Hear that?

Their three year old wasn’t calling her name at all. It sure didn’t take long for Alessandra to head back in and close the door behind her. That was her way of simply getting out of being able to help. Calvin glared at the door for a second or two longer. Sighing heavily, he pushed over a couple of boxes. In doing so they fell to the floor hitting with a thud, but at the same time it managed to reveal where the ladder was all along. Pressed up against the wall hidden.

Ah there you are!

Leaning down and gripping the ladder with both hands he stood it up pulling it up some. Angling it so he could stand the ladder up right against the wall. The moment the ladder was stood up, it was pretty visible that the ladder had been through a lot. There were small dents in certain places. Not enough to consider it damaged but a couple more dents and that would be the end of it. There was what appeared to be some dry blood on the ladder as well. Could have been his own blood. He was bleeding like a stuffed pig on that night. Standing back admiring the ladder for what was considered beauty in his eyes.

Let’s see if you can hold up one last time for when it matters the most.

His hand was placed on the ladder talking to it as if he was going to get some type of action response from it. Pulling the ladder off the wall at that moment. He began to head inside with the ladder. In the back of his head he knew there was a pretty good chance that he was going to get chewed out for bringing it in, but it was what it was. She could get mad at him and then find herself getting over it just as quickly. His focus at hand was to continue to make a name for himself in Sin City Wrestling and it was all going to start with a ladder that launched his career into 2016.

ACT II: Recovery

So, you mean to tell me you did compete after I advised you not to?

That was the stern voice of Calvin’s doctor. He had his back turned to Calvin as he was facing a set of X-Rays that he had set up on the screen before him. Though with his back turned and the way that he was positioned. Calvin couldn’t exactly see the board or see what the doctor was looking at. That kind of made him nervous.

Well...

There’s no well to it, Calvin. You know you did.

Rather quickly, Alessandra’s voice piped up and basically threw him under the bus. She had tagged along for the sole purpose of finding out what the doctor’s call was going to be. Considering that Calvin openly admitted to her that he had lined, course this was after he had competed. This way she could make sure that he couldn’t lie. Looking over at the doctor, she spoke up again.

It’s okay to call him an idiot, Doc.

Damn baby, could you be anymore harsh today?

I’m only speaking the truth, lover. You acted like an idiot when you made the call to compete hurt. Therefore I am going to call you an idiot like you deserved to be called.

I wouldn’t call him an idiot. That’s not exactly very professional of me as his doctor, but I can say. That was one of the more idiotic things that one could have done considering you knew how much worse things could have gotten for you.

As those words could be heard, the doctor turned himself around to face the couple. The X-Rays were now visible and to the eye, it seemed like everything was normal.

But I would also call you one of the luckiest men on earth. From what she tells me, you took quite the beating that night. Yet, when I look at these X-Rays. No more damage was done to the meniscus. In fact it’s starting to heal nicely. There’s just a hairline of a tear left.

See babe? I’m smarter than you’re willing to give me credit for.

I give you no credit at all for being stupid and competing on your damaged knee.

But uh...

Nope. There’s no buts in this situation, Calvin. I am your miracle. If it hadn’t been for me, you might not even have a meniscus at all. I’ll take a thank you in many forms, but we can talk about that when we leave here.

Trust me, it didn't come from all you.

Yes it did, and I'll be accepting a thank you in a couple different forms. We can discuss that in a more private manner when we leave.

A bit of a perverted grin was spread across her lips while she offered him a wink. Calvin simply rolled his eyes a little bit, now ignoring her as he turned his attention to the doctor.

So, we’re in the process of recovery?

Very much so.

Okay, here comes the serious question. Do you think I’d be healed enough to compete on January twenty second? I need more than just both knees and both legs to win this match.

Honestly, I don’t know how you didn’t do further damage to your knee competing with the tear you had in it. Nor do I even understand how your body is starting to heal it’s the way it is.

I’m Deadpool...

Sweetheart, stop. You’re nowhere near as good looking as Ryan Reynolds and you’re never going to be as cool as Deadpool. You’re more of a Dopinder, just a little more Mexican.

I fucking hate you!

Calvin shot the nastiest look anyone could shoot their girlfriend after her comment. Alessandra just grinned to herself seemingly loving what she had said, but with the doctor clearing his throat. It forced Calvin to turn his attention away from him.

That being said Calvin, I don’t see why you wouldn’t be able to compete. If you just give yourself a few more days of resting and relaxing, you’ll most likely be completely healed. I’d even say you could start some light lifting in the gym.

Great, that’s all I needed to hear.

Calvin pushed himself off the table he was sitting on. Reaching out to shake his doctor’s hand and then turning back around to face Alessandra. This smug smirk spread all over his expression.

Ha, guess you can’t make me lay around and do nothing now.

Shut your mouth Calvin. I can make you do whatever I want, when I want. You forget, your balls are constantly in my purse.

Bullshit. I do what I want when I want.

Okay, suck your own dick then...

On that note Alessandra smirked in her own smug manner starting to head for the door. Calvin’s facial expressions sunk in disappointment.

But babe, you do it so much...

Before he could finish the statement, she walked right out of the doctor’s office door. It was at that moment, he knew that he had stuck his foot in his mouth. Shaking his head a little bit from side to side. Walking on out of the office door himself to follow behind her. He might have put his foot in his mouth and he might have found himself in the dog house for the time being, but at least he knew that he was now on the road to recovery. Which was going to result in him being a hundred and ten percent when he had to step into the ring on the twenty second. If he could do what he did in a Battle Royal, basically on one leg. Sin City Wrestling was in for a real treat in what he could do with both legs.

ACT III: The Opportunity

There was little over a week before Inception II was set to take over Las Vegas. Though despite there still being time before the big event took place. It did not stop Wrestling fans across the area from talking about it. Posts on Social Media were about Inception II. People at their jobs were talking about Inception II. Matter of fact Inception II was becoming a way of life to some and when the night finally did happen in which it took place. There was a good chance it ended up being the best show that SCW would put on all year long.

With that being said though, one of the men that were part of the show. A man that had started to make a small name for himself, found himself becoming a bit of a name on the roster after such an impressive performance. That man was “The Martyr” Calvin Harris. He had decided that on his day, he was going to film a little something from his own perspective. Sending it to the head honchos of SCW and let them air it to bring a little more buzz to the event. His phone in hand and recording, he smirked a bit beginning to address what would soon be thousands upon thousands of viewers on the internet.

Just a few short weeks ago at Climax Control, I right along with Bishop and Hardin found ourselves taking part in a ten man battle royal. The man that went the distance and was the last man standing would get a shot at the SCW Heavyweight Championship. It was a pretty big deal and I know that going into that match. Myself, Bishop, and Hardin wouldn’t exactly the favorites to win. In fact I don’t think there was a single person that would have put money on us if betting was involved. To which I can’t say that I blame them at all.

Shaking his head a little from side to side when it came to his statement.

For myself personally going into that match. I was just another wrestler on the roster. No one really knew much about me. No one cared to know much about me. They saw me a handful of times and in that time none of my performances were that steller. I’ve got no problem in admitting the truth and calling things the way that they are. However because I knew that and because I was giving an opportunity that would likely not come again if I didn’t take advantage of it. I went out there on that night and gave it everything that I had. Went out there and laid it all on the line to change mindsets, as well as win a title match.

I did all of that while I basically stood on one leg. I openly admit it now. I was hurt. I was in a bad way and I actually put myself in danger going out to compete in that match with a torn meniscus. Sure the tear wasn’t as bad as it could have been. I should have listened to doctor’s orders giving it a rest, but I knew what that match meant. I knew what that night meant and I just couldn’t allow it to happen. Thank the lord that no further damage was done. Thank the lord that I’m better today, but I’m more thankful for on that night I was able to show SCW just exactly what I was all about.


Since that night he had received quite a bit of praise from several different people. More shocking than anything else was that the praise was coming from a lot of professional wrestling fans. The same fans he had left jaded for the past year due to the things he had done throughout his career.

I found myself standing in the ring with some of the best that SCW had to offer. I found myself making eliminations that most men couldn’t have made on two legs, let alone. I found myself getting closer and closer. I managed to make it to the final three. Which is way better than anyone would have given me credit for on that night. And sure, I know for a fact that had it been any other night. That big fucking retard that eliminated me. I would have defeated soundly. Doesn’t hold a candle to me, but then again anyone associated with Raab is pure trash and nowhere near my level. However on a night like that anyone can get lucky. It just happened to be him. I was tossed out and my dream of getting a shot at the SCW Heavyweight Championship was put on hold. Well, it was put on hold for at least that night.

There was a little bit of mysteriousness to his statement, but for those that knew Calvin. It wouldn’t be very long before he brought them all right back to what he was referring to.

The one thing I set out to do as far as impressing was accomplished. In fact I have impressed so much that I’ve been given one hell of an opportunity at Inception II. Myself, Bishop, Hardin, and the added Rage will find ourselves competing against one another in what is being described as the “King of the Hill” ladder match. Nothing changes when it comes to the ladder match. Traditional rules apply, first person to climb the top of the ladder and retrieve was is being held over the ring will become the winner. The thing that adds a title to the ladder match is what is being suspended above the ring.

There will be a gold briefcase that hangs above the ring, but what’s important is what’s in said briefcase. It is a guaranteed contract for the winner and the holder of the briefcase to have a shot at any championship that is part of this company. Not only that, but that shot is guaranteed for one year and it can be cashed in at any given time, in any given place. No one can prevent that cash in. Not the people in charge. Not the champion himself. The winner will have an advantage that will keep every single champion in this place on notice at all times. Kind of rare for the challenger to have the advantage over the champion.


His statement held true. In wrestling it was very rare for the challenger to ever have the upperhand on the champion. There was a reason for why it was always called the “Champion’s Advantage” when it came to the possible outcomes that could happen where the title never switches hands. This right here would put a twist on things and would have quite a few champions in SCW worried about what could happen to their reigns.

However there’s a rumor going around that the three men that don’t end up with a win, could very easily find themselves getting future title shots. That is a little discouraging if you ask me. Matter of fact it’s more than a little discouraging. Like I get it people worked real hard in that battle royal. People stood out. People shocked. People impressed. People proved that they had what it took to be apart of this roster. That’s great. That’s grand. That’s wonderful, but at the end of the day. The job wasn’t completed. They didn’t win that night. I didn’t win that night. It should have motivated them like it motivated me to do better.

Hell, this match should have motivated them to want to go out there and give it everything they have. Now there’s a very good chance that Bishop won’t give it everything he’s got. All for the sake of knowing there’s a chance that he could get a shot at the title regardless. Same thing goes for Hardin and Rage. That truly upsets me, because I want my competition to be at their best. I want my competition to be giving it everything they got. I want my competition to be aiming to win just as much as I am. I want my competition fighting just as hard as I am for the ultimate prize.


From those few words that came out of his mouth. It sounded like the Martyr was more than a little disappointed with the situation at hand, but at the same time there wasn’t too much that could be done about it. For the stipulation was set in stone.

Though, I’ve learned that in this business people are going to do whatever it is that they want to do no matter what. There’s no stopping them at all. Therefore you shouldn’t even try to stop them. Let them do their own thing and you do your own thing. For only you can control your actions. Well gentlemen, I’m not alright with being in second place. I’m not alright with being in third place or fourth place. Just like I’m not alright with being handed a championship opportunity without truly earning it. I don’t like handouts. I’ve never liked handouts. It makes me feel like a charity case. It makes me feel like I’m being pittied. It makes me feel like I’m one of the worst people in the world. I am not going to go through that. When you see me at Inception II. You’re going to see the same Calvin Harris, you saw in the Battle Royal. The man that’s out to prove something.

All of the sudden the camera began to move further away from him. It was made apparent that he wasn’t the one controlling the phone anymore when his entire body was shown in the frame. Calvin’s hand now resting on a ladder that leaned against a wall next to him.

That same man that was determined to succeed last week is the same man that was determined to succeed in late 2015. For four long years, I had been part of the World Elite Wrestling roster. During my time with the company, I had some of the best matches and some of the best moments of my career. At this point nowhere I have been since has felt like home. I’ll forever have love for that company because without them, I wouldn’t be here today. But the thing is, in the time I was with the company. I never held a single championship. In fact it wasn’t just championships. I didn’t have a single accomplishment to my name at all.

On several different occasions I had a chance to compete for the WEW World Championship, but every single time I came up short. I got close, I got real close, but in the end I would lose. I entered the King of the Ring. I made it to the finals, but I didn’t win it all. I did a couple other big things that were huge to the company, but in the end it didn’t make a difference because I didn’t go the distance. Basically, I was known as the guy on the roster that was good. Damn good, but at the same time wasn’t good enough to close out when it mattered the most. That haunted me over and over again.

I kept telling myself, that I was going to turn it all around. Although no matter what I did, it kept blowing up in my face. Though, I had convinced myself that all I needed was that one opportunity to turn everything around. That one opportunity to do something great. That one opportunity to prove people wrong about me. That one opportunity didn’t come until four years later and on the night the company was set to close when I took part in the WEW Legacy Award ladder match. And that’s where this bad boy right here comes into play.


His hand smacked down against the steel ladder that was set next to him.

On that night, I found myself climbing the very top of this ladder after giving it everything I had. By everything I mean, I bled all over the place. There’s even some dried up blood on this ladder. I sweat my ass off in this match and there were even a few tears dropped on this ladder from yours truly. I had managed to climb the top of this ladder, I pulled down the legacy award, and I ended my career in World Elite Wrestling by having that one accomplishment. To some it might not mean much considering it was the final night that the company existed but for me.

It meant the world because my entire career there wasn’t considered a bust and because after four hard years it had paid off. That award hangs in my house proudly and I took this very ladder as memorabilia in a way. Had that win never happened. I might have actually retired from wrestling. With that being said though, I intend on bringing this ladder with me to Inception II. Way I see it, this ladder helped keep my career alive and brought me my first true accomplishment to my career. I’d say it’s pretty much a good luck gem or a good luck charm to me. Which just might have a little bit of luck still in it to use for this up and coming match.


The cameras found themselves zooming in a little more. That determined look in his eyes was very apparent when he spoke up. Seeing that determination and hearing the amount of confidence that was in his voice truly told a story.

Gentlemen, on the night on Inception II. Nothing and I literally mean nothing is going to stop me from doing what I am set out to do. I made a promise to myself that 2017 was going to be a year of change for me. I also made a promise to myself that 2017 was going to be the year that every dream and every goal I had for myself found itself being accomplished. One way or the other. Therefore when it comes to being the King of the Hill. When it comes to having that golden briefcase with a championship shot at any title, anytime I want. When it comes to being the one standing at the top of this ladder with my hand raised in the air as a sign of victory. That’s what I want the most and therefore I’m going to have it.

It would have appeared that not everything had changed within Calvin. For that confidence could have been very easily taken for arrogance, but when one was as determined as he was. That was just something people were going to have to deal with. For there wasn’t any changing it.

My name is Calvin Harris and I approve this message.

With a smirk spread across his lips. He gave the cameras a small wink as well as held his hand up in view to show the thumbs up he was displaying. Whomever was working the phone at that moment hit the end record button which resulted in that being the last thing that people would end up seeing when this video was aired for them in a few hours from now. Once again, the Martyr had spoken up for himself and once again he had made a promise that was going to put a lot of pressure on himself in order to see to it that he did well. Thing was he always did well when pressure was put on him by himself. Therefore there was a very good chance he could end up being a man of his word.

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« Reply #2 on: January 18, 2017, 05:27:04 PM »
 OOC:- So, just wanted to throw this out there, you'll notice I started using the “Xander" portion of Bishop in the Off Camera portion of my Rps. “Xander” was and is Bishop’s nickname out of the ring and what most if not everyone calls him.

So yea you'll see it now as “Xander Harris" instead of “Laurence Harris" during the Off Camera portion of my Rps, just wanted to point that out. But as always hope you all enjoy this piece, did something a little different this time around to make the shoot portion feel like an actual rap song. Just got to say best of luck to my opponent's Rage, Calvin Harris and Jeremiah Hardin and let the best man win

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“Suicidal Thoughts”
Smith Woodward Plaza - Apartments
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1660 Fulton street, Brooklyn, New York apartment 507, a place all too familiar to me, it was my very first ever apartment I’s come to rent an’ the very place it all almost ended at, it was the very place yours truly Laurence Alexander Harris an’ the one who'd come to be known as yours truly XANDER BISHOP, who almost left us all behin’ an’ to be hones’ can you’s blame me?

Though’ so, I mean seriously who wan’s to live their life always havin’ too look ovah their shoulder constantly no’ knowin’ wha’ n***a gonna come cap your ass or when your doors gonna be kicked in by the police…

For me dat’ was an everyday occurrence an’ more so, I was dead tire’ of seein’ everybody ‘round me livin’ ‘dere dreams out an’ me jus’ tryin’ survive an’ shit. I had nothin’ goin’ for me los’ my college scholarship ‘dat I had earne’ from playin’ football due to my own’s stupidity...

So, the though’ of death didn' sound so bad, I wanna leave I kep’ tellin’ myself, I kep’ sayin’... fuck it felt like death was fuckin’ callin’ me an’ indeed it was, I’s had nothin’ to love for… an’ then before I coul’ go throu’ with it a knock on my apartmen’ door could be heard.


Xander Harris: “Yea who is it?”

I questioned, an’ the voice ‘dat answered back to me was my homeboy Darius Stone.

“Its D Xa, stop playin’ n***a and c’mon answer the door bruh.”

Xander Harris: “On’s my way D…”

I said, Stone was a medium built n***a with fade ‘dat make any n***a envious, thou’ not yea boy...

Darius Stone: “Yo bruh you going to welcome me in or wha’?”

Xander Harris: “Yea… yea… fissure bruh c’mon in...”

:: As Bishop said that his boy Darius Stone walked inside. As he did ge took up residence on Bishop’s couch in the living room area of  Bishop’s studio apartment.::

Darius Stone: “So is it true bruh?”

:: Xander nods.::

Xander Harris: “Yea, it is my n***a I’s got expelled an’ more lost my scholarship all’s in a matta’ of seconds bruh…”

Darius Stone: “Dang my n***a that's fucked up bruh.”

Xander Harris: “Yea it is bruh, but what's a n***a gonna do ‘dese white boys control an’ run evera’thin’.”

Darius Stone: “That they’s do bruh.”

Xander Harris: “You’s know my mom’s migh’ not have been the greates’ but bruh she was righ’...”

Darius Stone: “Abou’ wha’ bruh?”

Xander Harris: “‘bout how They’ll give ah’n***a the tools to destroy ‘demselves witg an’ my brotha’ they’s doin’ a helluva a job. They’s gotta n***a on welfare an’ damn well don’ wanna see one of us succeed ‘dats the damn truth…”

Darius Stone: “Furreals bruh, so wha’ you doin’ tonigh’?”

Xander Harris: “Nodda bruh.”

Darius Stone: “So you’s wanna go get a bite to eat then?”

Xander Harris: “Sure wha’ you thinkin’?”

Darius Stone: “You know me, Church’s Chicken bruh.”

Xander Harris: “Chicken again bruh?”

Darius Stone: “Yea why not…”

Xander Harris: “Jus’ ‘cause you’s know bruh…”

Darius Stone: “Then you decide bruh!”

Xander Harris: “Yea ok will do, let's get the fuck outta hur bruh.”

:: As Bishop says that he grabs his coat and his boy Darius Stone walk on outya his apartment.::

Darius Stone: “So wha’ you gonna tell your mom's bruh?”

Xander Harris: “I'm not…”

Darius Stone: “Then wha’ you gonna do?”

Xander Harris: “Been considerin’ tryin’ out for ‘dat professional wrestlin’ shit you’s know…”

Darius Stone: “You mean that fake ass shit bruh on TV?”

Xander Harris: “Yea why’s not you know, I honestly thinkin’ I’s may actually got a shot.”

Darius Stone: “You really are firreal huh?”

:: Darius questions Xander with laughter in his voice.::

Xander Harris: “Yea Bruh I am.”

Darius Stone: “Wha’ you’s gonna call yourself?”

Xander Harris: “Thinkin’ of usin’ the stage name of Xander Bishop bruh.”

Darius Stone: “Not bad at all…”

Xander Harris: “Yea I didn' think it was ‘dat bad either…”

Darius Stone: “You think of a gimmick yet?”

Xander Harris: “Yea betta know it.”

Darius Stone: “Well wha’ you thinkin’?”

Xander Harris: “Life…”

Darius Stone: “Life, wha’ the fuc-"

Xander Harris: “Yea you’s know the everah’day struggle we as black folk face everah’day yea know add in the Hip-Hop shit I be doin’ I think I’s could go real far you’s know…”

Darius Stone: “When you gonna go tryout?”

Xander Harris: “Tomorr' sometime I think they’s got tryou’s tomorrow ovah at ‘dis wrestlin’ school called the Chaotic Wrestlin’ Academy…”

Darius Stone: “Wha’ you gonna do if you can' cut it bruh?”

Xander Harris: “‘Dat's when I'll tell my mom's you know…”

Darius Stone: “Righ’, righ’ bruh.”

:: Darius said agreeing as he and Xander boarded the city light rail to go where they were going to get a bite to eat at. As they boarded the light rail they showed their tickets to the conductor of the light rail who then stamped their tickets allowing them to board the light rail.::

Xander Harris: “Yo bruh why's you grillin’ me dawg you’s not know shit ‘bout me bruh… you’s know who I be?”

:: Xander questions another passenger on the city light rail.::

Xander Harris: “Yea ‘dats wha’ I thought n***a!!!”

Conductor: “Sir if you don't calm down I'm going to have to ask you to get off…”

Xander Harris: “Get off you’s gonna make me?”

Conductor: “No but that police officer will.”

Darius Stone: “He meant no harm sir…”

Conductor: “If I have to come talk to you and your friend again you'll have to get off, understand?”

Darius Stone: “Yes sir we do…”

Xander Harris: “Yea we do…”

:: Xander says in disappointment.::

Darius Stone: “You jus’ couldn't let it go could you Xander?”

Xander Harris: “Nah bruh an’ nor will I evah let a n***a dawg me, not now not evah hur me?”

Darius Stone: “Bruh you’s buggin’ what you going to do when a fan stares at you or boo’s you, hell even disses you bruh?”

Xander Harris: “You’s righ’ bruh…”

Darius Stone: “You won’ be givin’ autographs away talkin’ to folks like that Xander…”

Was the one thin’ I remembah’ my homeboy Darius tellin’ an’ sad thin’ was he was righ’, not a single soul wanna be ‘round someone like ‘dat you’s know an’ trus’ me I come to learn ‘dat real fast...

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[Hours after the last Climax Control #169 before heading into Inception II…]

"Better Dayz"
Tropicana Ballroom - Backstage area
Camera: On

:: Hour's after his Second match with his first ever professional wrestling company; Sin City Wrestling, Xander unlike last time when we saw him wasn't in pain, this time there was something different about the aurora of him he brought with him to wherever it was he was at, he seemed as if he had lost his spirit to want to continue on and to be honest anyone in their right mind would too, getting that close having outlasted 3 other men before being eliminated due to the his bandaged up ribs had brought him from,when he faced off against that of Alex Rush, just a week prior.

As Bishop sat on the steel chair, alone inside that of his dressing room, his head lowered in disbelief at what just happened to him, the southern voice of his manager Arthur Pierce could be heard as Arthur entered into his dressing room. Pierce could be seen dressed in a black business suite, the jacket of his suit unbuttoned, allowing for his shirt to be seen visible.::

Arthur Pierce: “Xan you showed tons of heart tonight and honest…”

:: Before Bishop’s manager Pierce could say anymore, Xander cut him off. Not allowing him to continue on with what it was he was going to say to him.::

Xander Bishop: “Furreal my n***a get your white ass outta hur, I lost wha’ kinda achievement is dat’ huh?”

I thought to myself as I began unravel the medical tape from aroun’ my hands, as the disappointmen’ was startin’ to sink in then again I kinda actually already knew I wasn’ walkin’ outta Laughlin victorious due to my experience inside the square’ circle...

Arthur Pierce: “Kid now hold it right there wining isn't everything okay, you did pretty good being that this was your second ever professional wrestling match ever, you weren't actually thinking  you were going to outlast men with years of experience under their belt were you?”

:: Xander’s head raised slightly up as he continued unraveling the white medical tape from around his hands.::

Xander Bishop: “You're righ’ Artie I’s should be happy I’s lasted as lon’ as I’s did huh?”

Arthur Pierce: “Yes you should Xan, I mean seriously you must have done something right as your getting a second chance at redemption bro…”

Xander Bishop: “I’s am?”

Arthur Pierce: “You didn't hear?”

Xander Bishop: “Hur’ wha’?”

Arthur Pierce: “Come Inception II you will be given a chance in what is called a King of the Hill match…”

:: Xander tilts his head just enough to show the confusion on his face.::

Xander Bishop: “Ah wha’ Artie?”

Arthur Pierce: “It's a ladder match and the object is to retrieve a gold briefcase…”

:: Xander buts in, not allowing Pierce to finish with what he was about to say.::

Xander Bishop: “Why’s would I want to.do dat’"

Arthur Pierce: “Well Xan if you win you get a title shot at whatever championship you desire…

Xander Bishop: “Soun’s to easy bruh wha’s the catch?”

Arthur Pierce: “You got to take on two people you just faced off against at Climax Control and that of a former World Heavyweight and Tag Team Champion in that of Rage…”

Xander Bishop: “I’s knew it was too easy to be true…”

Arthur Pierce: “You've dealt with worse shit then this Xan, hell Xan being that it's a ladder match you have a good chance of winning?”

Xander Bishop: “How's you's figure Artie?”

Arthur Pierce: “You're not like the others Xan, you're from the streets and more so the ghetto…”

:: Xander chuckles at what his white friend had said.::

Xander Bishop: “Okay, but’s why’s dat’ matta’ an’ more so make a difference Artie?”

Arthur Pierce: “Because think about it, it's about survival and that's something you've had to do your whole life...”

Xander Bishop: “True, True bruh, I’s guess you’s are righ’ Artie.”

Arthur Pierce: “Just train a little more and I’m sure it’ll pay off this time ,I’ve set up a training session with your old trainer “The Beast” Gabriel Cragen back in New York. You’ll be flying out tonight so no partying, then you’ll be flying back to Nevada for Inception II in Las Vegas at the Gold Coast Casino where the event will be taking place at…”

Fuc- I though’ to myself as I’s honestly haven’ seen ‘dat the Center in years. Wonder wha’s all changed if anything’s changed at all or is it still the samethin’. Then ‘dere’s the homie’s from the block I haven’ seen since I begin ‘dis wrestlin’ shit. All’s honesty thou’ I bet ‘dose n***a’s haven’ even missed a n***a since he left.

It seems like it was only yesterday when I’s had stepped foot in ‘dat join of Cragens. Not knowin’ a damn thin’ an’ thinkin’ the whole spor’ was a damn joke. Man did they have me fooled as I’s surely remembah’ Cragen smackin’ the cheezy ass grin I’s had on my face when I told him it was fuckin’ hella fake.

SMACK… an’ then a THWAP as the back of his han’ hit my ches’ leavin’ the Ol’ so famous red mark across the fron’. The mark all newbie’s come to know an’ know damn well migh’ I say as I damn well did, ‘dat shit still be hurtin’ when you’s get hit like ‘dat...


Xander Bishop: “So can I go pack some of my shit then Artie?”

Arthur Pierce: “Don’t bother I already did it, in fact it should be arriving any moment now.”

Xander Bishop: “Wha’ you’s mean now?”

Arthur Pierce: “Oh I took the initiation of doing it myself-”

:: Though before Pierce could say anymore, Xander cut it, cutting him off.::

Xander Bishop: “You’s wen’ throu’ my damn draws bruh?”

Arthur Pierce: “If you would have let me finish I’d have told you I had my assistant, you know the one you’re always googly eyeing over when you’re at my office.”

Xander Bishop: “Not Carmella?”

Arthur Pierce: “Is that her name, yes Xan I believe it is her.”

Xander Bishop: “Fuc- firreal bruh?”

:: As Bishop said that, a gorgeous looking female stepped through his dressing room door with two large duffle bags.::

Fuc- I though’ to myself as Carmella wasn’ jus’ any chick. She was the one dat’ made you think, an’ to me she reminded me of a deadly scorpion. Her eyes were beady an’ the color of cold ashes, you’s know the ash you’s come to see when you puttin’ out a menthol cigarette or somethin’. She had thick, straigh’, medium-length hair in the color of an overcast sky, an’ always seeme’ to wear it in an utilitarian style. She was a slenda’ buil’. Her skin pale as the snow on the groun’ in my hometown of Brooklyn, New York...

Carmella: “You’s gonna stare at me all day or wha’ Bishop?”

:: Carmella questioned, Xander who looked like a deer in the lights of a moving vehicle near the woods.::

Xander Bishop: “Nah it’s not like ‘dat Carmella an’ you’s know ‘dat!”

Carmella: “Not what it looks like to me Bishop.”

Xander Bishop: “Well’s it is…”

:: Xander stated as he grabbed his two duffle bags from up off the ground from where Pierce’s assistant Carmella had dropped them at, as he picked them he tore the last remaining piece of medical tape from around his hands and wrist and tossed it into the trash can next to him.::  

Xander Bishop: “You’s musta’ got me confused with someone else…”

Carmella: “You all seen how Xander was staring at me right?”

:: Carmella says looking around the room at Xander’s homies and personal manager Arthur Pierce; her boss and the individual she works for.::

Xander Bishop: “Okay maybe I’s was but you can' blame a n***a for grillin’ somethin’ as fine as you ass gurl!”

:: Xander says as he grabs a towel and heads on off towards the showers inside that of his dressing room area, cleaning himself up before having to board the plane he'll be having to take back to his hometown of Brooklyn, New York.::

----


[Hours before the last Climax Control, before heading into Inception II…]

“Changes”
Mirabella Apartments - Las Vegas, Nevada
Camera: Off

Arthur Pierce: “What the fuck Xan?”

:: Pierce can be heard question Bishop as he walks through the front door of Xander’s apartment; Roaches could be seen crawling about the shithole Bishop.had gotten himself into… Though roaches were the last thing he was worried as he came from worse when he lived in his town of Brooklyn, New York where roaches were a common problem and a common sight. The one thing that was a plus was not having to worry about waking up each day like ge had to in Brooklyn, no more and gone with the days of having to worry about getting shot up while you were taking a dump on the shitter…

Anyways as Pierce walked further into Bishop’s pad, Bishop could be seen getting ready to head on off to Laughlin, Nevada for his Second only match in Sin City Wrestling, a match that'd come to put him even further on the map if he won it; That match being the 10 man Battle Royal match-up for the Number one contender spot for the SCW Heavyweight Championship title.

Bishop couldn’t hear a thing, due to having his headphones on listening to the third studio album of Cash Money Records; Canadian recording artist Drake aka drizzy, the album you ask “Nothing Was the Same”. Unable to Xander’s attention, he taps him on the shoulder, getting his attention before speaking again.::

Arthur Pierce: “What the hell was that shit on Twitter?”

Xander Harris: “Huh?”

... an’ then it hit me, my comments I had made towards Jamie Dean; “Mista. Blue Ball Special”, the same individual who I had went straigh’ hood on even goin’ as far as sayin’ I was gonna blast him an’ depictin’ it with an image of slain rapper Tupac Shakur an individual I could relate a lot too, havin’ been a child of society an’ more so a forgotten child at dat’.

Sad thin’ was I hadn' even given Jamie a fair chance an’ he was jus’ questionin’ my usage for the word “N***a" I’s had dropped on him ealier within the week, an’ more so jus’ days before I'd go into Climax Control facin’ off agains’ him an’ 8 otha’s for a shot to become the numba’ 1 contenda’ for James Huntington-Hawke the III mista J2H an’ Sin City Wrestlin’ reignin’ Heavyweigh’ champion… I though’ myself as I continued to pack my gear for tonight’s show in Laughlin...


Xander Harris: “Is jus me playin’ aroun’ Artie is all…”

Arthur Pierce: “Back to what I was telling you Xander, Mr. Underwood didn't find it funny not one bit and in fact threatened to fine you for those said remarks. You aren't turning on me are you Xan?”

Xander Harris: “Nah Artie, jus got caugh’ up in the momen’ an’ forgot, I guess dat’ Dean's is on the same side as I’s is, is all…”

Arthur Pierce: “Oh and don't think I didn't see the apology from yea either as I did, takes a big man to do what you did Xan and own up to your mistake.”

:: As Pierce said that Bishop’s homeboy Darius Stone come walking into his apartment. Stone could be seen munching away on a bag of Lay’s chips as he entered into Bishop’s apartment bedroom.::

Darius Stone: “Yo Xan you’s not gonna like this but that n***a Dean is sayin’ you a homophobe?”

:: Xander shakes his head disbelief of what his homie just told him.::

Xander Harris: “Cuz’ you’s serious?”

Darius Stone: “Yea bruh…”

Arthur Pierce: “See Xan.”

Xander Harris: “Jus’ grea’ dat’s all's  I need now an’ we all knows I'ma not as my cousin Jermaine be gay…”

Arthur Pierce: “Well now you know what not to say to someone huh?”

Xander Harris: “Fu** dat’ my cousin don' be outta dere’ advertisin’ it bruh an’ he ant ashame’ he prouda’ then a motha fuckah wearin rainbow shirts an’ you’s name it…”

Darius Stone: “I see what X is say Artie, you can be gay and nots have to be advertisin’ it, hell X’s boss Underwood is gay and he don’ be advertisin’ it you know…”

:: As Stone says that outcome’s Bishop’s other boy Tennakey from the bathroom outside Bishop’s bedroom, in the hallway area. Tennakey can be see wearing a tall white -t and a pair of baggy blue jeans that can be seen just covering the tops of his tab Timberland boots.::

Tennakey: “You all ready for tonight?”

Xander Harris: “N***a does it look like I’s be ready hella naw, now doesn' it an’ jus for droppin’ a deuce up in my restroom I’ma take my damn time now...”

Tennakey: “Fur real bruh?”

Xander Harris: “Bruh I didn’ stuttah’...”

Tennakey: “Well n***a you’s about to be going on out there for your match. Hope you’s come out on top, brin’ the victory home for yea an’ then you’s know the sky’s gonna be the limits. Endorsements, commercials, Sponsors etc. anythin’ and everythin’ bruh an’ that’s the truth…”

Xander Harris: “Righ’ ‘dat’s a n***a’s dream righ’”

:: Xander says with a bit of laughter in his voice as he tossed the last item of his gear into his gym bag.::

Xander Harris: “You’s wanna go get a bite to eat ya’ll?”

Tennakey: “Well I’s just made some room for some food bruh.”

Darius Stone: “You’s know I’ma hungry bruh…”

Xander Harris: “How ‘bout you’s Artie?”

Arthur Pierce: “Yea I could go for a bite to eat, what you thinking?”

Xander Harris: “Fish bruh...”

Tennakey: “Fish?”

Xander Harris: “Yea bruh haven’ had some good fish in a minute yea know...”

Darius Stone: “Oh I know me either bruh me either an’ fish soundin’ mighty good right ‘bout now.”

Tennakey: “Yea it does…”

Xander Harris: “Then fish it is.”

:: Xander says with a smile, licking his chops, just thinking about that fish, he's going to be eating.::

Xander Harris: “Yo D call us up a taxi cab to take us ovah to Q’s fish and Chips, bruh.”

Darius Stone: “Ight.”

Tennakey: “Damn jus’ thinking ‘bout that.shit gotta n***a starving bruh.”

Xander Harris: “Tell me ‘bout it bruh.”

:: Bishop said as he and his entourage sat together in the living room area, chatting it up with one another, even roasting one another from time to time as they awaited for their taxi cab to arrive to take them all over to the Q’s fish and chips diner, Xander had brought up to them.::

----


“F*Ckwithmeyouknowigotit”
Chaotic Wrestling Academy - Wrestling School
Camera: Off

:: As the scene begins to unfold, we can be seen back in the state of New York and more so in the borough of Brooklyn to be exact. As the scene continues to unfold we come to see a school, though not just any kind of school a professional wrestling school. The sound of excitement can be heard as we go inside the school, doing so we come to see two men facing off against one another, one of them being Sin City Wrestling’s own Xander Bishop, the other being his former mentor Gabriel “The Beast” Cragen.

As we take up a seat in the crowd of students watching from the seat area that surrounds the squared circle, we come to see the youngster Xander Bishop who attempts on executing a Russian leg sweep, but Cragen stops it, Bishop then attempts a belly-to-belly suplex, but Cragen again blocks it from being executed. He then executes a headbutt, headbutting Bishop in the head, before whipping him into the ropes.

As Bishop staggers in daze, Cragen goes for a backbreaker, but Xander blocks, Cragen then nails him in the face with a punch, dazed again from the punishment Cragen has been dishing out to him, he rolls out of harm's way, rolling out to the outside area, where current enrolled students of Gabriel’s can be seen watching, learning from both Gabriel and his former protege Xander Bishop.::

Xander Harris: “Y'all see ‘dat shit?”

:: Xander says before climbing back inside the squared circle as he does, he reels Cragen in and dazes him with a quick jab to the gut, setting him up for a submission hold, Bishop then puts him in an abdominal stretch, as he does the referee, a student of Cragen’s checks on his coach, and Xander’s former coach but Cragen won't give in.::

Xander Harris: “C’mon ol’ timah’"

Gabriel Cragen: “Never Xander…”

Referee: “You give up Cragen?”

:: Cragen’s student who's refereeing the bout questions as he checks on Cragen again, but Cragen still with fight in him doesn't give up, Bishop tightens the submission hold, locking it in tighter as he applies even more pressure, as Bishop does, the referee checks again on  Cragen, as the referee does, Bishop can be heard talking smack to him, as Cragen’s able to work past the pain and agony, eventually breaking the hold.

As he breaks the hold, he slowly begins fighting his way back into the match executing a perfect vertical suplex, as Xander hits the ring canvas, though is right back to his feet whipping Cragen into the ropes as he goes for a roundhouse kick, but Cragen ducks, as he does, he's quick to apply an abdominal stretch of his own, showing the veteran side of him. The student acting as the referee checks Bishop.::

Referee: “What is it Xander, you give up?”

Xander Harris: “Nah n***a, not happenin’"

:: Xander says, not giving up, the students watching on can be heard cheering on Xander knowing he at one time was just like them in the very spot they're currently in, learning the ropes and that of the business, Xander continues to struggle to break free of the hold as the student acting as referee checks on him once again, before he's finally able to power his way on out of the hold, as he breaks the hold, he goes for a powerbomb, but Cragen being the veteran that he reverses into a frankenstiener.

Cragen then tries to put him in a surfboard, but Xander slides away, once to the outside, Xander catches his breath or attempts to do so as he's followed out by Cragen who drags Bishop back into the ring. Once back into the ring he whips him into the turnbuckle, Bishop slams into the turnbuckle padding, as Cragen attempts to go for a headbutt, but Xander blocks it. Cragen then executes a small package, as he does the referee slides into position and begins counting…::

ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!


:: The crowd of students watching on can be seen clapping in unison, trying to pump up Bishop. As they do Bishop executes a kick to the midsection as he goes for the “Bishop's Crozier”, but Cragen counters it and executes a powerbomb, he nails the powerbomb, Bishop slams into the ring canvas, as he does Cragen grabs him by his head and attempts to go for a frankenstiener, but Xander reverses it into a powerbomb of his own. Cragen crashes into the canvas, feeling the aftermath of Bishop’s powerbomb, Bishop wastes no time in getting Cragen to his feet, executing a tilt-a-whirl suplex.

Back to his feet Cragen executes a face rake to the face of Bishop, the student acting as referee warns Cragen. Cragen can be seen getting pumped by the cheers from his students watching on. Cragen goes to the top rope, as he does he can be seen going for a double axehandle, but Bishop counters it, as Cragen can be seen staggering on the top rope, Bishop catches the staggering former mentor of his as he executes a headscissors takedown.

The crowd that make up Cragen’s current enrolled students can be heard clapping in unison, as they get behind Bishop once again, trying to pump him up.  “Let's go Bishop…” is what can be heard echoing throughout the Wrestling Academy of Cragen, as the students of his can be heard getting behind the former student, in Xander Bishop. As they get behind Bishop, he attempts in executing a piledriver, but Cragen escapes and pushing Bishop into the ropes before clotheslining him to the outside of the ring area.

The crowd of students clapping in unison, trying to pump up their mentor as he goes for a snap suplex, but Bishop blocks it. Cragen whips him into the guardrail, before bringing him back into the ring. He then goes to the top rope, and goes for a top rope clothesline, but Bishop counters it. The cheers for Bishop don't cease as he executes a belly-to-belly suplex before whipping Cragen into the turnbuckle.::

Xander Harris: “C’mon Ol’ man ‘dis all you’s got?”

:: As Xander says getting into the face of his former mentor, as he says that Cragen executes a sunset flip from out of nowhere, as he does the referee counts… but Bishop kicks out quickly. As both competitors get to their feet, they lock up once again, Cragen being the more powerful one out of the two overpowers Xander and whips him into the ropes, Xander comes back, ducking a clothesline from Cragen, Bishop catches him with a "Drive By" (Superman punch, with theatrics; sometimes in mid-air.), setting Cragen up for "Bishop’s Gambit"  (Arm trap seated abdominal stretch.) another signature move of Bishops, as Bishop applies the hold, the referee checks Cragen, as the referee does, he breaks the hold. Both competitor's back to their feet and again lock up in the center of the ring, Cragen again overpowers Bishop and picking him up as he does he executes a military press slam, sending Bishop crashing onto the canvas.::

Gabriel Cragen: “ How's that for an Old timer Xander, I still have it and you now know it…”

Xander Harris: “Ugh…”

:: Bishop says holding his midsection as Cragen brings him to his feet, setting him up for a frankenstiener, but Bishop reverses it into a turnbuckle powerbomb, Cragen slams into the turnbuckle as he does, Xander follows it up with “Bishop's Crozier” (Cobra clutch lifted and dropped into a sitout side slam.) Once set up, Bishop hits the move and goes for the pin… as he does the student acting as referee counts…::

ONE
TWO
THREE...


:: Bishop beats his mentor after a hard faught battle, surely. Cragen gets to feet and shakes his former students hand.::

Gabriel Cragen: “How's that for a training session Xan?”

Xander Bishop: “Fuc- bruh, real talk thou’ ‘dat shit was intense, I’s can’ image how Sunday is goin’ to be when Inception II takes place an’ I’s gotta go up agains’ Rage, Calvin Harris an’ Jeremiah Hardin all’s at the same time you’s know?”

Gabriel Cragen: “Well Xan best of luck to yea this Sunday, we here at the Chaotic Wrestling Academy will be rooting for ya!!”

Xander Harris: “Real talk thou’ thankya Cragen mang, means a lot to me!”

Gabriel Cragen: “I believe you can do it Xander, always have, always will, you know that.”

Xander Harris: “Thanks again mang, means a hella lot to me.”

:: Xander stated as he climbed on out of the squared circle, as he did Cragen followed behind him, as the student's watching on clapped and applauded the former Cragen student, some patting him on the back as he made his way back to the shower room area of the Wrestling Academy.::

----


“I'll Whip Ya Head Boy”
Poppin’ Off Records - Recording  Studio
Camera: On - Shoot

“Yo.
Yo..
Ugh..
Ugh…”


:: Xander pauses before speaking again as he stands alone inside the recording booth, at Poppin’ Off Records, Xander can be seen wearing a Grey and Black cameo colored t-shirt along with a pair of blue jeans.::

“I'll whip ya head boy, you’s know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed

Wha’ you’s think ‘dis was gonna be some love song, I don’ think so ya boy Xander Bishop don’ fly like ‘dat bruh, so Climax Control saw me compete in a 10 man Battle Royal match for numba’ One contenda’ for a chance to take on the Sin City Wrestlin’ Heavyweigh’ Champion James Huntington-Hawke the III.

Thou’ as you’s know ya boy Xander came up short, then again I wasn' really expectin’ to win an’ anyone in my spo’ thinkin’ differen’ surely is ratchet. Climax Control saw me being eliminated at wha’ numba’ four or five or some shit lastin’ pretty well an’ farin’ off agains’ some of Sin City Wrestlin’s best only to come up shor’ in the end. The higha’ ups like Mista’ Mark Ward an’ Mista Christian Underwood in Sin City musta saw somethin’ in me to have given me a secon’ chance at redemption.

Redemption.

Redemption in the form of a gold briefcase ‘dat if I was to win would set me up for a secon’ chance at championship gold, not jus’ one specific championship bu’ any of my choice makin’ me a threa’ to any an’ all competita’s within the Sin City Wrestlin’ promotion.

“Sin City Wrestlin’, a place ‘dats come to employ ‘dis kid from the gutta’, the very kid who's come to be known as the “New Dynasty” an’ well in more recent weeks the King of the Streets a nickname ya boy has an’ will always represen’ with pride an’ honor. Bringin’ respec’, Pride an’ honor back to the streets an’ more so the streets of Nevada.

Respec’, the streets no longa’ be havin’ well it's up to ya boy Xander Bishop the New Dynasty to not jus’ bring respec’,honor an’ pride back to the streets bu’ to also bring it back to ‘dat of Sin City Wrestlin’ an’ restore wha’ ‘dose who have come to be a Sin City Wrestlin’ champion in the pas’ year have come to tarnish an’ tarnish they have…

One off the top of my head is ‘dat of Sin City Wrestlin’s curren’ an’ reignin’ Heavyweight champion James Huntington-Hawke the III a man who bough’ his way into the spor’ a man who demands respec’ but doesn' give it. He is the face of Sin City an’ well ‘dat biatch if I have my way is gonna be feelin’ my fade when I catch him with one of ‘dem one hitta’ quieta’s bu’ enough of my hatred for J2H…

Let's talk ‘bout my match where if I’s win will get ‘dat chance an’ come Inception II the firs’ majah’ even’ of the year the loyalists of Sin City Wrestlin’ will come to see ya boy once again compete in fron’ of them at a chance to righ’ a wrong.

I'll whip ya head boy, you’s know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed

An’ the firs’ one in ‘dis bout I'll be addressin’ is ‘dat of one, in Calvin Harris. Mista’ Harris an’ I’s are new to ‘dat of the Sin City Wrestlin’ promotion, bu’ hurs’ the thin’ an’ I say ‘dis ‘cause it seems everah time, I've come to be in a match with one Calvin Harris, it seems ‘dat ‘dis n***a can’ seem to not be able to keep my name outcha’ mouth jus’ like Climax Control when you spoke you’s compared me to you’s, n***a we’s nothin’ alike an’ we’s surely have nothin’ in common.

Yet you’s seem to put me in the same category as you’s. You neva’ had it hard growin’ up probably havin’ everthin’ given to yea an’ more so neva’ havin’ to worry ‘bout your nex’ meal or where's you gonna be sleepin’ for the nigh’ we’s the same he says…

Harris you may think of yourself as not bein’ a favorite goin’ into our 10 man Battle Royal but bruh I surely did, I’s had I’s jus’ come up shor’ bruh the nex’ time you’s wanna speak my name you’s migh’ jus’ catch a fade to ‘dat grill of yours bruh... an’ then we’s got Jeremiah Hardin a man who's said nothin’ as we approach ‘dat of Inception II, my n***a if you’s out there listenin’ hur’ ‘dis an’ hur’ it loud in clear from the horses mouth bruh you’s betta not take ya boy Xander sligh’ or you’s migh’ jus’ find yourself in the same predicamen’ as you’s did durin’ our 10 man Battle Royal bruh...

An’ then we’s got a newcomer to our battle in ‘dat of one Sin City Wrestlin’ ring veteran Rage. Rage I you’s one of the boys in the back I respec’, bu’ my n***a you’s got no business bein’ in ‘dis match. Wha’ honesty have you’s done to earn a spot in ‘dis match? Huh n***a huh? Exactly not a damn thin’ jus’ as I thou’

Why’s you even in the match huh? Do you’s know as I’s surely don’ you’s got no connection to our match otha’ then doin’ for anotha’ chance at championship gold which in ‘dat case I’s don’ blame you. You’s a legen’ in ‘dis business of ours bu’ jus’ ‘cause you’s a legen’ don’ make you's any less of a threa’ to me then Harris or Hardin whom I’s already had the pleasure of facin’ off agains’ so don' be thinkin’ I’ma not be takin’ you's lightly my n***a as I'm not if anything I'ma be doin’ the complete opposite witcha ya hur’ an’ come Inception II you’s gonna see wha’ ya boy Xander Bishop means ya hur’

I'll whip ya head boy, you’s know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed...

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Location: Richmond Virginia

We see Jeremiah at his uncle’s house where he is training with his uncle Dark Tiger. Despite not winning the number one contendership for the World title he made up for his poor performance from when the last time he had a shot at it. Mr. Ward and Mr. Underwood must have seen this if they have put him in this King of the Hill match. Jeremiah is getting some reps in and going to town with the weights. He is determined to make 2017 his year.

He is shirtless and in workout pants. He is staring in the mirror as he is lifting the dumbbells and then sees his father’s ghost in the mirror. The only recollection of memories of his father was what his mother told him about his father but he can sense his father in the room and what he can see in the mirror is what looks to be the apparition of his father.


Brian Hardin’s Ghost

That’s it son work those weights. You want to prove that you are a fighter a true fighter? Put those critics in their place. I know you can feel my presence son. You are letting what those critics say about you get to you. Flashbacks my ass you were letting the critics get to you. You were getting weak. A weak man didn’t come out of my loins Jeremiah. I might have been killed in action when you were only four years old but I’ll be damned if I am going to watch you make excuses. You could have won the World title that last time you had the shot but you were weak. You were getting weak. You showed me that you didn’t want to win gold.

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

But I did win gold dad. I want the tag titles with unc. I won the Roulette title in SCW. I accomplished something here and I am not done.

Brian Hardin’s Ghost

Done with what? Being weak? Every time you have title shots you become weak. You were not born weak. Something made you weak. Yeah you won the tag titles with my brother. Yeah you won the Roulette title, and trust me son you may not believe this, but I was watching. I was keeping an eye on you. The only shining light you have going for you right now is Diamond. You want to do right by her and I can see you want to do that. What if you get weak again? Huh? Do you think she will stick around if you get weak again?

Jeremiah lowers his head.

Brian Hardin’s Ghost

You love Morganna. I see that. You have that same love for her that I had for your mother. I am sure your mother has told you that I have treated her with the utmost of love and respect. Yes I knew it hurt when she came to join me in heaven but that should have been no excuse for you to let that world title slip. You should have sucked it up and kicked ass and take that World title.

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

Yeah you right dad I should have. Ever since then I did get weak. Yeah I won the tag titles with unc and the Roulette title but that’s not enough for me. Unc is going to keep me focused on that path. He is going to step aside from wrestling for a while and keep me focused.

Brian Hardin’s Ghost

Good. He’s going to have help keeping you focused. He might not be able to see me nor Morganna or Zatanya, but I will make my presence known. You will not fuck up. I saw that battle royal you were in. You at least showed up this time. You didn’t fuck up this time. I am proud of you for that. You might not have won but still you caught the attention of your bosses. Trust me I may not be on Earth but you will feel my presence when you do fuck up. Do I make myself clear son?

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

Crystal clear dad.

Brian Hardin’s Ghost

Good. Carry on.

The apparition fades and Jeremiah just stares at the mirror and then Dark Tiger comes to him and puts a hand on his shoulder

Dark Tiger

Are you alright Jeremiah? It looks like you have seen a ghost.

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

Huh? Oh, hey unc. You would not believe me for this but I saw the ghost of my dad in that mirror. I did not want to believe it was him because I was only four when he was killed, but somehow he called me son and he had seen what I had done in SCW. He was telling me I was weak. I don’t want to believe that I was weak.

Dark Tiger shook his head

Dark Tiger

You were not weak Jeremiah and I believe you that my brother was around here because I felt his presence too but you were not weak. You were distracted by what had been going on with your mother’s death and you can be strong and sensitive at the same time. You got that from being raised by me, and being trained by me. I know how my brother was before even going in the service. He was a stubborn man and he did control that, but he was stubborn.

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

you saw a lot of that in me didn’t you unc. C’mon unc I can take it.

Dark Tiger nodded

Yes Jeremiah I saw a lot of that in you too when you were younger but let’s not worry about that right now. Right now we got to get you ready for your match at Inception II. If you are done with the weights then come back to the ring so we can get you ready. I brought Doug and Kam with me since it’s a fatal four way match.

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

Alright unc. They going to take it easy on me aren’t they

Dark Tiger gives him that “are you kidding me” look

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

Relax unc. I was just kiddin’.

They make it to the makeshift ring that was built in the gym and sure enough we see the retired seven foot six inch Giant Tiger and Kam in the ring and Dark Tiger gets in there too as well as Jeremiah. He stares the three of them down.

Giant Tiger

You ready Jeremiah. I am not going to take it easy on you. We want you ready for this match.

Kameron Darkk

Yeah Jer we don’t want you to go back to what you were. We know you can succeed, and Doug and I are going to help you. You got a support system aside from your uncle. We have always had your back but it looks like you need it more. We won’t let you slip this time. We are going to come at you hard.

Jeremiah nods and then they come at him hard. Jeremiah goes at them just as hard. Jeremiah picks up Kam and slams him down hard. He starts seeing red and then without knowing his strength he nails Giant Tiger with a body slam and then clotheslines his uncle and just goes all out on all three of them.

Dark Tiger

Whoa Jeremiah that’s good for today. Are you ok? You got kind of aggressive there.

Giant Tiger

Kind of aggressive Seb? Jeremiah body slammed me with ease and that’s not easy to do considering my size and then elbowed me and that was just no ordinary elbow. I felt a lot of aggression in that elbow.

Jeremiah shakes his head and holds it

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

DAMN IT DAD I AM NOT WEAK! THIS IS HOW YOU ARE GOING TO HELP ME?

Giant Tiger and Kam looks at Dark Tiger and back at Jeremiah and Jeremiah sees the apparition in the mirror and then punches the mirror breaking it and looks down at the shards and then back at the three of them. Then Zatanya comes down.

Darknyss

What’s going on down here…Oh my god!!!

Jeremiah looks at the mess he made and the bloody knuckles and Dark Tiger gets the first aid kit and wraps his hand up.

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

”I’m sorry unc. I’ll clean it up and pay for tha mirror. Dad said that he was going to help me but I didn’t think he would get in my head keeping on tellin’ me I was weak.

Dark Tiger

Don’t worry about it Jeremiah. Could one of you come help clean this up for me?

Giant Tiger

Yeah, I got it Seb.

Doug gets the broom and dustpan and sweeps up the shards. Jeremiah lowers his head.

Dark Tiger

Jeremiah look at me. Do not let your dad get to you. You just let me and the others help you focus. I want you to succeed in everything you want to this year. Forget your dad, concentrate on me and Morganna and your support system you have right now. Come. Let’s go upstairs and don’t worry about paying me for the mirror. I will deal with that.

Jeremiah nods and they head upstairs.

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Scene 2

Location: Las Vegas

We see Jeremiah and Diamond walking down the Las Vegas strip hand in hand. Jeremiah is in a leather jacket, his “Heart of a Tiger” T-shirt colored grey this time, and a pair of Tims. He has on a pair of Aviator glasses as it is in the afternoon and it’s a sunny day. The hand that is not holding Diamond’s hand is still bandaged up from punching the mirror the other day. Diamond is wearing a nice looking sundress and open toed shoes. Her hair is in a ponytail.

She sees the bandage on his hand.


Diamond

I heard about your situation that happened while you were training with your uncle mon amour. Want to talk about it? You know you can tell me everything.

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

It’s nothing babe really.

Diamond stops and looks deep in his eyes. She puts a hand on his cheek as Jeremiah lowers his head. He knows that she knows that he is lying and he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.

Diamond

Babe, you know what I do. You have seen the voodoo that I do so well. I put you and your uncle under a spell to make you two more aggressive. Your uncle told me you got a little aggressive with Doug and Kam as well as him. In other words my tiger man, try me.

Jeremiah looked at her and nodded

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

Alright babe I started seeing apparitions of my dad. He talked to me saying that I am weak. He said that the reason that I didn’t show up when I had that first World title shot was because I was weak. The reason that I got a little aggressive with the three of them was that he got into my head and kept telling me I was weak. How is that supposed to help me get focused on what I want to accomplish this year in SCW. I want to get focused, not be reminded what happened in the past.

Diamond

Are you sure it was your dad. You told me he was killed in action when you were four years old. It could have been someone else messing with your mind babe.

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

I have seen pics of my dad before he was killed in action. I am pretty sure it was him. It just freaks me out and it freaked me out when I did what I did to them. I want to be aggressive but not to the point I could have injured Doug or Kam. I’m glad I didn’t but still it freaks me out. I broke a mirror in unc’s gym and that’s where the bandaged hand came in.

Diamond

You know that’s seven years bad luck right?

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

That’s only if you believe in bad luck or superstitious or some shit like that. You know me, I don’t believe in bad luck. Shit, I don’t believe in luck at all. I just want to succeed this year.

They continue walking. Diamond is holding his arm as they continue to walk.

Diamond

Are you hungry babe? Maybe some food will get your mind of the situation.

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

I hope so.

They head into the restaurant. It is a nice Cajun restaurant. Jeremiah opens the door for Diamond and Diamond smiles as she enters the restaurant. They are seated near the back so Jeremiah wouldn’t have to deal with psycho fans like the one he had dealt with last week. They are seated and Diamond orders some wine for the both of them.

Diamond

What made your dad think that you were weak?

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

I thought we were trying to get my mind off this babe.

Diamond

I want to get to the bottom of it. I have never seen you like this before.

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

He wants me to be strong like him I guess. I mean he was killed in action. How am I supposed to be like him when all I got of him is what my mother told me and my uncle told me too. He was unc’s brother. I mean I was strong and sensitive too. Of course I was stubborn too when I was growing up accordin’ to my unc.

Diamond giggled a bit. Jeremiah gave her a glare a bit

Diamond

I’m sorry babe. Your uncle is right. You can be stubborn at times. Not as much as you were when you were younger according to your uncle, but sometimes you got to be stubborn to succeed in this business. You of all people should know that.

Jeremiah nodded and sighed

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

Yeah I know, but I am trying not to be stubborn but I guess it ain’t gonna go away anytime soon.

Diamond thinks a moment and smiles

Diamond

Then take that stubbornness and use it to your advantage. You want to succeed this year? Use it babe.

Jeremiah thinks and nods as he knows she is always right. Then the waitress comes.

Waitress

Hi there. I am Rhonda. I will be your waitress this afternoon. What can I get for you today?

Diamond

Yes, can I have the Jambalaya please with red beans and rice and make the jambalaya spicy please?

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

I’ll have the same.

Rhonda

Alright two jambalayas coming right up.

Rhonda takes their menus and heads off.

Diamond

So babe you ready for the match at Inception II? You got a big one here A King of the Hill match. It’s a Ladder match too. You got to feel good that you got the bosses attention so far.

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

Yeah pretty good. I might not have won the battle royal but I fought in it and I lasted better than I thought I would too. That just goes to show that I ain’t messin’ around anymore. I’m tired of playin’ around. Im glad I got unc and you and the others keepin’ me focused. I ain’t weak. Screw weak.

Their jambalayas come and Rhonda sits it in front of them and leaves. Diamond takes a bite of hers and thinks.

Diamond

Hmm, it’s pretty good but not as spicy as I make it. You know how spicy I make my jambalaya don’t you babe?

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

Oh yeah. You make yours so spicy I would need to drink down a whole gallon of milk to get the spicy out of it. I’m kidding of course babe.

Diamond

So what do you think of your opponents

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

Well all I know is that I have faced all of them before. Let’s start with Calvin Harris for example. He wants to set out and prove he belongs in the title hunt. So do I, and like him there will be no stopping me from proving what I want to prove to the whole world. Then there is the young man known as Bishop. He still thinks that I am gonna clown him and underestimate him some more. I never underestimated him. He needs to know that and recognize that I don’t underestimate anyone. I ain’t knockin’ the kid’s abilities I just think he’s too cocky for his own good, that’s all.

Then there is Rage. Now there is a name I haven’t heard in a while. I think I may have face him a few times. He certainly ain’t no slouch either. He is the most experienced out of the four of us. You could call him an SCW Original. If memory serve me correct I think he was one of the opponents in the match I became number one contender to the Roulette title so I know a whole lot about the big guy.

Trust me though I am determined to win this match and they gonna find out why. I am going to be focused and I am gonna set out to do what I said I was set out to do. 2017 will be my year. I ain’t stopping. The only thing stoppin’ is little things and I ain’t about the little things.


They then finish their food and Jeremiah pays for their food. Then they spot the same crazy fan from before and they look at him as he slobbers the window again

Diamond

Holy Christ I have seen crazy but that’s ridiculous.

Rhonda

I know of an alternate exit. I hate that guy. He has come here before. C’mon

Jeremiah pays for the food and tips Rhonda and they follow her to the exit. They head down the hall and head to the hotel.

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Scene 3

Location: Las Vegas

We see Jeremiah at the casino at a meet and greet and signing autographs and taking pictures. He loved the fans so it’s something he loved to do. He is wearing a white graphic version of his “Heart of a Tiger” T-Shirt, jeans and Tims. He also does love the Make A Wish Foundation and he Makes a kid’s wish during the meet and greet where the kid wanted to meet Big Tiger and Jeremiah smiles and hugs the kid and smiles.

Once the meet and greet was over Dark Tiger was there and Jeremiah went to meet with him.


Dark Tiger

That’s got to warm your heart doesn’t it Jeremiah.

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

Always unc. I love the fans and there’s nothing in this world that makes me happier than to meet them and stuff especially the Make A Wish ones. The ones going thru an Illness that they may not make it out of who get their wish granted just to meet us. Well, being with my Morganna makes me happier but you know what I mean.

Dark Tiger

Absolutely. C’mon let’s get you ready.

They head towards the locker room but then Ms. Rocki Mountains, the voluptuous backstage interviewer, comes up to them. She is wearing a tight black dress and her hair is up in a bun.

Rocki Mountains

Hey guys. Jeremiah you don’t mind if I get a quick interview with you do you?

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

I don’t mind at all, but you must love wearing those tight dresses because any tighter and we will see the peaks of those mountains.

Rocki Mountains

I love wearing tight dresses. I can’t help it if men like to see my Tetons. Anyway you have a big match ahead of you in the form of the King of the Hill Ladder Match. How are you feeling about the match after not winning the battle royal? It’s got to give you some motivation to win that match.

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

You want to know the motivation I have to win? It was Mr. Ward and Mr. Underwood giving me another chance to wrestle for SCW again. Like I said before I wasn’t done with SCW. Yeah I needed that break from SCW for a bit but I wasn’t done with SCW. Unc was going to be done with wrestling for a while after becoming a dad, but he’s back and he’s keeping me focused on what I want to accomplish in 2017 and beyond. I might not have won the battle royal but at least I got as far as I did and I ain’t mad at Jamie Dean for winnin’. He won I didn’t simple as that.

Rocki Mountains

Now your opponents for the match were in the battle royal with you with the exception of Rage but you do have some history with Rage so you could say that you have history with all three of your opponents.

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

You right Rocki. I ain’t gonna stress thought because I know I am going to get a fight from all three of them too. I ain’t gotta like them to know I’m gonna get a fight outta them. Take Calvin Harris for example. He ain’t no stranger to gold and neither am I. He’s got the same mindset I do for 2017, and that’s cool. Everybody has that same mindset for 2017.

I seen the fight Calvin had in the battle royal and I felt it too, and trust me when I say this Rocki that’s what I want. Calvin is a fighter and He wants his time at the top just as bad as I do and there is nothin more thrillin’ than to see guys like us battling it out.

Now Bishop was saying that I shouldn’t underestimate him. Why would I do that? He gave me a fight too. The kid’s got potential. Sure he is too cocky for his own good, but he’s got potential to make it in SCW. I ain’t knockin’ his abilities in that ring. What he does need to do is to check himself before he gets wrecked himself because I ain’t one to be underestimated either. I’m a former tag team champ and Roulette champ too so I ain’t no stranger to gold. I held gold everywhere I been including SCW and I want more.

Then we got the big man Rage. You right Rocki I ain’t no stranger to the big man. In fact, I became number one contender to the Roulette title at his expense and I don’t know if it still eats inside himself because of it or not. If it don’t that’s cool. I don’t expect it to. The fact of the matter is that this is 2017. Can Rage hang in the one-seven? Time will tell and I would like to see if he can hang with us in the one-seven. I wouldn’t doubt the big man but don’t bet against me either big man.

Rocki, All I am saying is that those three are going to catch hell going thru me in this match. I won’t stop until I hurt someone. Calvin said his peace. Bishop said what he had to say and now I have had to say what I had to say about the match. We are done talking. Let’s see if the big man has anything to say about it. I want him to say somethin’ because the King of the Hill Ladder Match will steal the show at Inception II and you can bet on that because we four want that briefcase and we want that shot and there will be nothing stopping us from beating each other up just to get to that briefcase. Will there be blood? Yep. Will there be bruises? Yep. Will there be bones broken? Yep. Will there be sore combatants after the match? Yep. Will anyone in this match be walking out of the match after it? We will see but I am bettin’ on nope, and I ain’t a bettin’ man Rocki. I will leave it at this Rocki you can bet that the ring will feel like a battlefield when you step in the ring with me. Anything else?


Rocki Mountains

Nope. That’s it. Thank you Jeremiah. Good luck.

”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin

I don’t believe in luck Rocki

Jeremiah and Dark Tiger head off to the locker rooms as Trenches (Remix) by Pop Evil ft DMC plays to commercial

End RP.
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6' 6" 245 lbs.
Washington DC

Themes: Soldiers by Otherwise (CC)
Don't Tread on Me by Metallica (PPV)

Finishers: Tiger's Ambition (Double Underhook Whiplash)

Big Tiger Impact (see how the Double A Spinbuster is done, but replace the spinbuster with the Bulldog Powerslam)

Tiger Cross Suplex (Jeremiah puts the opponent in the cloverleaf, but instead of turning his opponent over, he picks his opponent up and does a bridging suplex for a pin)

Big Tiger Lock (Jeremiah underhooks his opponent's arms like he is going for a Tiger suplex but with one arm, and then takes the other arm and brings it around his opponent's neck for a guillotine choke while the opponent's arms are still underhooked.)


SCW Accomplishments
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SCW Roulette Champion (1 time, Defeated Max Burke)


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« Reply #4 on: January 20, 2017, 10:35:12 PM »
 OUT OF CHARACTER: I didn't get to finish, I was at work too late and I need to be heading to bed here soon. Here's what I did manage to produce. Really hoping I'm able to pull away with this one. Good luck everyone!

ACT I: The Attitude of a Three Year Old

“VP!”

Calvin stood in the closet door of the master bedroom that he and Alessandra shared with one another. His foot tapping against the floor a tad bit impatiently. A small look of irritation happened to consume his face at that moment. In that moment the bedroom door opened and the tiny three year old came skipping into the room. Her big round eyes looking up at the man she called her father.

“Daddy!”

“Sweetheart, did you take Daddy’s suitcase?”

Those otherwise usually wide and joy filled eyes suddenly got a little bigger. Although now the little girl couldn’t look him in the face. Instead she looked down at the floor and began to shuffle her feet around. That right there told Calvin everything that he needed to know. That along with the fact she wouldn’t answer him.

“VP... I asked you a question. Did you take Daddy’s suitcase?”

She started to take her head a bit from side to side in a bit of a quick manner.

“VP, are you lying to me?”

The little girl shook her head again from side to side in a quick manner. She kept eyes focused on the ground. At that moment Calvin found himself squatting down and gently pushing VP’s finger up with his hand forcing her to look up at him.

“Look sugar, I know that you don’t want Daddy to go away this weekend. We go through this every couple of weeks. I know you miss me when I’m gone. I miss you when I’m gone. But I always come back don’t I?”

“Yes, but don’t go.”

“I know you don’t. Even Mommy doesn’t want me to go. However do you know what happens if Daddy doesn’t go to work?”

“What?”

“If Daddy doesn’t go to work, then Daddy doesn’t have the money to buy Mommy those expensive Saylor Moon rings that you’re not meant to be play with, but I let you anyway when Mommy isn’t home.”

An instant frown consumed the little girl’s face hearing the news.

“And that’s not all. If Daddy doesn’t go to work, then Daddy can’t buy you all the legos you want. Daddy can’t buy you all the baby dolls you want. Daddy can’t buy all the cartoons you want on Blu Ray. Then you’ll just have to play with the same old stuff over and over again.”

The frown that had consumed VP’s face only increased. Calvin knew that he was on the verge of breaking the little girl and getting her to reveal where she had hidden the suitcase. Keeping his gaze on the little girl.

“On top of that, if Daddy doesn’t go to work. Then Daddy doesn’t get the chance to kick bad guys in the face several times until they lose all their teeth. And if I don’t do that then Daddy doesn’t get closer to bringing home a shiny new briefcase, that you may or may not get to play with.”

“Ooh shiny?”

“Mhm! If I go to work this week, I’ll be able to bring one home. However, you’ve got to tell me where you hid my suitcase.”

“I didn’t hide it.”

“Come on sweetheart. Lying isn’t very nice. I know you took it. Just tell me where it is.”

“I didn’t take it.”

“Yes you did.”

“Nu uh.”

“Yes VP, you did.”

“Nu uh!”

“VP!”

“Nu uh, nu uh, nu uh!”

The three year old girl oozed with attitude. Folding her arms across her chest and stomping her foot down on the ground before him. For that brief moment Calvin wasn’t entirely sure how to deal with her or her attitude. For this was something new for him. She hadn’t ever really acted this way before. In that exact same moment Alessandra came coming into the bedroom dragging his suitcase behind her.

“Babe, Can you tell me why your suitcase was hidden in the bottom of VP’s toy chest?”

As soon as those words came out of Alessandra’s mouth. That bashful look came back over VP’s expression as she found herself quickly running and hiding behind her mother. Calvin sighing to himself a little bit and then standing himself in the upright position.

“VP is upset with me and doesn’t want me to go. So, she took and hid my suitcase.”

The little girl peeked her head around her mother when she heard her name.

“But you know what? I’m not even mad. I think what we’re going to do is go toy shopping. That is if she’s willing to apologize for lying to me.”

Speaking up as if the child wasn’t there but at the same time speaking up in a way that he knew was going to get her attention. She quickly pulled herself away from Alessandra and looked up at her father. Speaking up with that tiny voice.

“Daddy...”

In hearing her Calvin looked down at her.

“Yes VP?”

“I sorry...”

Smiling a little bit, he leaned down and picked her up off the ground. Pulling her in for a small embrace and a kiss on the cheek.

“That’s okay VP. I forgive you, now let’s go get you some more legos to torture mommy with shall we?”

That gap tooth smile of VP was quick to cross her lips. Although the expression on Alessandra’s face kind of said it all. She kind of didn’t like the fact that she was going to end up suffering in the end for this. Although, she wasn’t going to interfere with the two bonding. Especially not after a situation after this. Keeping the tiny human in his arms, Calvin made his way out of the bedroom with the intentions of staying to his word. Deep down he understood why VP acted the way she did. Their bond was deep and she didn’t like seeing him leave as much as he did. Though one day, it was his hope that she would understand that everything he did wasn’t just for himself it was for all of them.

SHOOT I: Street Knowledge.

Xander Bishop...

Going into this match I already know that you’re the man that is going to need a lot of my focus. Not in the sense that you’re the man that is going to pose the biggest threat to me and as much as that might be a bitter pill for you to swallow homie
but you aren’t my biggest threat when it comes to the competition of this match. You are however going to be the one that is flapping their gums the most. That much has been picked up on. You like to talk. You like to talk a lot. You like to shoot off at the mouth to anyone that is willing to listen. And boy will you put yourself over as one of the greatest things that anyone has ever encountered, if you can get someone to listen to you long enough.

Quite frankly, I don’t know how people do it considering the gibberish that comes out of your mouth is unbearable. It’s like you’ve never been taught proper English. Kind of like you just didn’t go on with school after the first grade. And I know because I’ve mocked you for such a thing. You and your posse are going to be quick to point out that I’m a racist. I’m a bigot. I hate blacks. Pretty much, you’ll grasp as at many straws as you can to paint me in a negative light. However Bishop, this really doesn’t have anything to do with the color of your skin. It has everything to do with you acting and speaking like you don’t have any common sense. That’s the issue that I have. Trust me, I get it. You’re from the “streets” and you’ve got “swagger” but it’s time to grow up.

It’s time to realize you made it out the hood. If you’re working for a company like Sin City Wrestling, I think it’s safe to say that you aren’t struggling. Pretty sure that you don’t have to live in the projects anymore. At this point I think it’s safe to say that you don’t have to hustle the streets anymore. And this dream of being a rapper? Jesus Christ, for the love of god give it up! You’re in the professional wrestling business for a reason. Obviously you weren’t dropping “hot fire” with these so called “bangers” you got. If I were you, I would give up the studio. I’d give up the audio-tune. I’d give up the booze and the sticky-icky. I’d become focused on what you came to Sin City Wrestling for. I’d become focused on being a wrestler and become focus on achieving goals.

After all that’s what you came to Sin City Wrestling for right? You came to be a successful wrestler. You came to one day hold championship gold above your head. You came to be one of the biggest, the brightest, and the best stars that this company or any other company has ever seen. Sure you talk a pretty big game, but that’s all it has been up to this point. In the two matches you’ve had here. You’ve only come out on top in one of those matches and even in coming out on top. You didn’t have the best showing in a match I’ve ever seen. You barely escaped the match with a win by the skin of your teeth. Granted, a win is still a win. I’ll give you that much. Yet at the same time that one win is all you’ve got.

Because when you found yourself in that ten man battle royal a couple weeks ago. You very quickly realized that you were out matched in the terms of talent. I expected so much more out of you as an opponent. I heard you talk that big game, but then when it came down to showing everyone what you were capable of Xander. You proved to be like the Warriors in the finals...

YOU CHOKED!

Your time in that battle royal was very limited. Granted you did make sure you were in the final five. However at the same time no one cares about the final five as much as they care about the final four, the final three, or the last two men standing in the ring. With all that game you talked heading into that match. I expected to see you standing there in the final three at least. But you proved that at this current moment you aren’t anything but a whole lot of talk. In my eyes Xander, you didn’t prove that you are worthy of any title shot. You damn sure didn’t prove to me that you are even worthy enough of being part of this King of the Hill ladder match that’s taking place at Inception II. If anything all you proved was that you belonged in opening matches.

And you know something else? I hope what I say gets under your skin. I hope it makes you feel some type of way. I truly do hope that it pisses you off. Because then maybe with it pissing you off. It’ll force you to pull your head out of your ass. Maybe it’ll force you to stop talking about it and actually being about it. Maybe it’ll force you to actually bring something to table Sunday Night. Because believe me when I tell you this. If you do not bring something to the table, then you can bet your ass that the moment I climb in the ring with you. I’m going to drop you right where you stand. Matter of fact I will continue to knock you down on your ass until you finally just decide to give up and stay down. No way in hell am I going to find myself losing to someone that’s unworthy.

I suggest you take these words as words of wisdom. I suggest that you look at it as me having a little bit of street knowledge to offer. Considering, I’ve been around the block a few times when it comes to this business. I suggest that you end up doing the right thing here Xander, but if you choose not to listen to me. That’s fine too. I already know what I’m going to do. Much like I already know that no matter what happens on that night. In the end I’m going to be the man that climbs the ladder and yanks down that briefcase. You right along with everyone else will have the honor to call me the King of the Hill... See you soon, my ninja.


ACT II: Who I Used To Be

One of the most annoying things about being a professional wrestler was the constant travel. It was airplanes on top of airplanes. Miles on top of miles. Rental car after rental car. No doubt about it, it often could be one of the worst things to deal with. It was bright and early on a Saturday Morning. Calvin found himself back on the road, but the best thing about living in Seattle is it wasn’t a very long flight to Vegas. Not to mention he found himself in a position where he didn’t have to leave a week in advance. Instead he could leave twenty four hours before show day and be able to relax a little more than what some of the people that worked for SCW could have. Dragging his suitcase behind him through the unusually empty Vegas airport.

All he could hope is that the rental car company down the street was going to be open. He just wanted to get to the hotel as soon as he possibly could. Getting there presented him with the opportunity to take a nap before he was going to need to be part of the Inception II press conference that was being held later in the day. Moving through the lobby of the airport fairly quickly. All of the sudden there was a voice that could be heard to which caught his attention. “Are you Calvin Harris?!” It had caught him off guard to the point that he had stopped walking. In doing so he turned himself around. Finding himself coming face to face with an older man.

“Uh, yeah. Can I help you?”

There was an arch in Calvin’s eyebrow. He looked more than a little confused at that moment.

“Sorry to have bothered you. My name is Joe. Joe Berry, and I was just wondering if I could get your autograph?”

The man was rather respectful. He began to start reaching into his pocket for what could only be assumed something that would be able to produce Calvin with the ability to jot down his autograph. Thing was this wasn’t that odd. Calvin was constantly asked for autographs anytime someone saw him in public. However he would always treat the person that asked him for such like complete and utter trash. He would always tear down the person, make them feel stupid, and then deny their request. Didn’t matter if it was a man, a woman, or a child. It had been quite a long time since he had signed an autograph. Though in the last year people had only wanted it for the opportunity of making a quick buck on eBay.

“Sure, I could that for you. Who would the autograph be for?”

“My son. He’s only five years old, but he’s just the biggest fan of yours.”

“Big fan of mine? I can’t remember the last time I’ve heard anyone claim to be a fan of mine.”

“Oh, yeah. Big fan. He’s got action figures. He’s got t-shirts. He’s got photos that he’s drawn of you. And no offense when I say this. I don’t exactly get why he’s such a fan. From what I’ve seen out of you. You’re kind of a douche.”

“No offense taken. I’ve had my fair share of douche moments.”

Calvin found himself shrugging his shoulders a little bit. There was no point in lying about things as far as he was concerned. His time in the last two years as a professional wrestler made him one of the most hated men in the business. He was a douche among many other things. Something that he openly admitted and something that he seemed to have been trying to work on the last couple of weeks. A lot of his attitude had changed. Finally the mad pulled out a pen and a very small piece of paper.

“You don’t mind do you? I know it’s early and everything.”

“I don’t mind. What’s your son’s name?”

He extended his hand outward and took the pen as well as paper once it was handed over. He turned himself around pressing the paper down on the hard surface of his suitcase.

“His name is Ethan.”

Calvin started to sign the piece of paper.

“Does he know that there’s a show in town?”

“He does, he’s been asking to go. Over and over again. I keep telling him no, but little does he know. I purchased some last minute tickets last night.”

“You sir are not only a good father, but you’re a great man. The two of you are going to have a blast at the show. It isn’t going to be one that anyone wants to miss.”

“Is that right?”

He questioned as Calvin finished jotting his name down on the paper.

“I would say so. There’s so many good matches on the card, but I think it’s a given that your son is going to be paying more attention to the Kill of the Hill ladder match.”

“You’d be right about that one.”

“Despite everyone most likely rooting against me on that night. Sounds like your kid is a smart one. I’ll really have to amp things up since I know he’s in the building. Give him what he needs a Calvin harris fan.”

“I am sure he’d love that.”

“I’ll be sure to do what I can, but look not to be rude. I need to get on going. I’ve got a rental car with my name on it.”

Calvin found himself reaching forward to shake the man’s hand. The handshake was pretty brief before the Martyr turned himself around starting to carry on back down the airport lobby. What had just taken place was a reminder of who he used to be. There was a time period where he loved shaking hands, loved signing autographs, loved having conversations with fans, and being their entire universe. A small smile was on his lips at that moment truly bringing back some of those memories for him. It would be nice to be part of his former self. He was aiming towards that but at the same time it would be a long time before he would truly do a thirty sixty and bounce back from what he allowed himself to become.

SHOOT II: A Roar Bigger Than The Bite

The Big Tiger himself...

Jeremiah Hardin, there was a period of time where you were a bit of a force here in Sin City Wrestling. Granted that was nearly four years ago. Though, I cannot take anything away from you. You were once the Roulette Champion. You clearly know what it takes and what formula to put together in order to be successful under the SCW brand. That right there should alone make you one of the most dangerous men that I’ll be in the ring with on Sunday Night at Inception II. However as much as I’m willing to give you credit where credit is due. I’m not going to hype you to be more than what you actually are. In my eyes you are not one of the most dangerous men I’m going to be in the ring with.

That reign was the Roulette Champion like I said was nearly four years ago. Since that very moment, you were never able to gain success again in Sin City Wrestling. Not only were you not able to have successful, but it wasn’t very long after that your name as well as your stock slowly but surely faded into the darkness. At one point when people heard the name “Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin. They shook in their wrestling boots and didn’t want any part of being in the ring with a legitimate threat. Then it became a matter of when they heard the name “Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin. That your opponents laughed and considered you to be an easy win for them on that night. Something that surely took a toll on your ego and your mental state of mind.

Maybe that’s why you decided to leave Sin City Wrestling behind. Maybe constantly going out on your back with a loss night after night got to you so much that you decided to leave the wrestling business. Or maybe it had everything to do with the fact that you couldn’t bring yourself to look yourself in the mirror. I could only imagine knowing that realizing that you’ve let yourself become that much of a let down. Anytime that you looked at yourself that it made you sick to your stomach. It made you want to vomit. It made you go into a deeper depression of self loathing. So the decision was made for you to leave the wrestling business behind, at least until you’ve found a way to turn everything around for yourself.

You spent your time away from the business. In fact you spent so much time away from the business that your name was pretty much forgotten about. Probably one of the smartest things that you could have done, because when you decided to make your return to Sin City Wrestling. Suddenly your name meant something again. The moment you made your comeback to the company. Everyone seemed to be making it a big deal. Everyone seemed to have bought that you were a man that was changed. Everyone seemed to have expected you to be the most dominate force in that Battle Royal just two weeks ago. In fact there were even quite a few people that were calling for you to be the man that went the distance and won the whole thing.

Personally, I never allowed myself to get all wrapped up in the hype that people were bringing with you. I did on the other hand pay close attention. I did prepare myself for what I could end up being up against. And honestly, I was impressed. You did quite a bit of work in that match. You made sure that you were in the final four. You had just as much of a chance as anyone else did to go the distance. But you like me ended up going short in that match. You going shorter than I did, though that’s neither here nor there. After a performance like that Hardin, I’d say that you’re deserving of being in this match at Inception II. You’re deserving of a chance of competing for that gold briefcase.

Although, you’re deserving of competing in this match. Way more deserving that someone like Xander Bishop, but in the end I kind of have this logic where your roar is going to be a whole lot bigger than your actual bite, tiger. That might get under your skin just a little bit. However, I’ve always been told that like a leopard never changes their spots. A tiger doesn’t change their stripes. I truly believe that it’s all going to be a matter of time before your stock falls again. I believe it’s all going to be a matter of time before you end up proving that you’re no better off than what you were four months ago.

Sure, I’d love to be wrong. I’d love for you to make me eat my words, but I just don’t think that’s going to be the case this time. Very much like I don’t think there’s ever going to be a case where you are the SCW Heavyweight Champion. To be completely honest with you, Hardin. The only way that you would ever win that championship is by having a situation like this briefcase. Having an ace up your sleeve. Having an advantage over the champion where you could cash in at any given time when they least expected it. However, you’re never going to find yourself in that opportunity. At least not when it comes to Sunday Night, because I am going to be the one that makes a damn sure that you don’t have the opportunity, but don’t take it too personally.

I’m making sure two other men don’t have the same opportunity. In my eyes and in my mind, I am the only one that is truly deserving of this. That might be something you disagree with. It might be something they disagree with it. It might even be something that the fans disagree with. That’s the thing though. Everyone is entitled to their opinions. Everyone is allowed to say and believe whatever they want. In the though it does come down to actions as they are right. Actions do speak louder than words. On this night the action will be me climbing that ladder to yank down the briefcase as you’re forced to watch lying on your back. Tough luck Hardin.

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« Reply #5 on: January 20, 2017, 10:54:42 PM »
 January twenty second.  Inception II.  Four men step into the ring in what will no fucking doubt be a battle of the ages.  Sure there’s no title on the line, but there may as well be.  It’s still a golden opportunity, because hanging high above the ring will be a golden briefcase with a guaranteed title shot at any time throughout the year.  Pretty big opportunity, huh?

You’re damn right it is.  But you see, not exactly all of the men that will be fighting tooth and nail in this ladder match exactly deserve to be in this match.  But regardless of that sad reality, one man will still walk away with the golden briefcase in hand, and their guaranteed shot at the title whenever they see fit.  

Will that man really be you, Jeremiah Hardin?  Do you really believe that, out of the four of us, YOU will be the one to climb to the top of that ladder, grab a hold of that briefcase and be declared the winner?  I really hope that you don’t, because when it comes to the four of us, I think the general consensus is that you are the underdog in this situation.  Yeah, I said it.  YOU are the underdog, Jeremiah.  How does that make you feel?

I get it, Jeremiah.  You’re not new to SCW.  You’ve been around a time or two and even held a couple of titles, but you know what else you’ve done?  You’ve disappointed everyone, Jeremiah.  Including yourself.  You’ve up and disappeared.  You’ve come back, and then disappeared again.  Not exactly deserving of a championship opportunity such as this, is it, Jeremiah?  

Don’t say it is, because it’s not.  And don’t you fucking dare come back and say that you’ve changed, because from where I’m standing, you damn well have not changed.  You had all week last week to run your mouth and share your thoughts on this match.  You had all week to grovel and thank the bosses for giving you an opportunity such as this when you failed to win that battle royal at Climax Control.  You had all week to PROVE that you deserve to be in this match, but did you?  No, you didn’t.  You were rather quiet the entire time and I find that rather...irritating.

You have your work cut out for you Jeremiah.  You’re going up against three other men, in just one week’s time and I don’t think even the stupidest people would put money on you walking out with the briefcase.  They would have to have an amazing amount of faith in you to pull it off, because going against the three opponents you will be?  Well, the odds are really stacked against you.  And that’s saying alot, considering two of your opponents are relative newcomers to SCW.  Newcomers who have apparently impressed a hell of alot more than you have if they are getting the same opportunity as you so early on in their time here in SCW.

And how does THAT make you feel, Jeremiah?  I know how it makes ME feel.  It pisses me off.  I can feel the rage building inside me just thinking about it, but you see I intend to do something about it.  I intend to be the one walking out of Inception with that briefcase, because I sure as shit refuse to let the likes of you three walk out with something that belongs to me.  But, you’re first on my list, Jermiah.  

You see, I’m done watching you play the same old song and dance routine that you do.  I’m going to make it so you can’t pull this shit again.  I’m going to DESTROY you in that ring, because I’ll be damned if I sit back and let you “impress” the bosses enough to get a title opportunity after losing not only the battle royal at Climax Control, but this match, too.  Now isn’t your time, Jeremiah, and after this match?  You won’t even have a future in this business.

You shouldn’t be afraid of Xander or Calvin.  Oh, no.  They’re NOTHING compared to what I’m going to do to you in that ring.  From the moment that bell rings, your time in that match is going to be over, because I’m going to take you out of the equation.  You’ll either be in a pool of your own blood on the outside of the ring, or they’ll be forced to wheel you out on a stretcher.  Either way...you won’t last very long in this match.

Say goodbye to your wife and kid...or girlfriend.  Whatever the fuck that freak is to you.  I don’t really care.  If she was smart she’d beg you not to go through with this, because you’re just setting yourself up for failure and you’re walking into your own demise.  

The devil is out for your blood, Jeremiah.  And he ain’t stopping until he gets it…





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You’d think with perhaps the biggest match he’s faced in a long time that Rage would be using any and all time to prepare and get ready to face not one, not two but three opponents in the King Of the Hill ladder match.  Yeah, you would think, but that is not what the big man is doing.  Ever since making the decision to turn his back on the Sins and join J2H to follow J2Hism, Rage’s life has been much less...eventful.  And a large part of that has to do with the fact he is no longer around Despayre and the shenanigans he was used to being a part of.  It’s funny, because one could say that Rage’s life is now exactly how J2H had insulted him many times over the last year.  

Boring.  Yes, Rage’s life is, for the most part, boring.

The decision to follow J2Hism has cost Rage pretty much everything.  The only family he had really ever known.  His brother, and his cat.  And, of course, for all he knows, his relationship with Kittie.  Though that is still up in the air at the moment.  

So what is Rage doing to fill his time?  He can’t possibly just stay holed up in his house all the time.  Well, he could.  And, most of the time he has, but not tonight.  Tonight, he’s actually decided to get out of the house because the silence is becoming quite deafening to him.  And, whether he likes it or not, he needs a little bit of noise.  

He’s been walking around Las Vegas for a while now, trying to decide where he wants to go.  Because of his less than affinity for being around people, nothing really strikes his fancy so he ends up on settling on a place that Sin City Wrestling has performed at at least once before, and a place he had a feeling he shouldn’t be going to anyway.

Club Rain.

As he walked up to the door, he told himself he was only there to get a drink or two and then leave.  There would be no interactions with drunken women looking for a one night stand.  Due to his nature, that happened very rarely as it was, but he wasn’t out for that tonight.  The bouncer recognized him and immediately let him inside, much to the disappointment and annoyance of some standing outside waiting to be let in.  

But Rage didn’t care.  He headed straight for the bar to order his first drink.  The club was pretty busy tonight.  Most tourists no doubt, and due to the capacity, there were at least three bartenders on hand.  And the one on the farthest end of the bar was someone Rage knew quite well.

His brother, Phil.  Rage knew Phil worked as a bartender here, but he didn’t know for sure if he would be working tonight.  He hadn’t spoken to Phil in a few weeks now, ever since Phil had decided to crash at Synn’s until he and his girlfriend, Maddie, figured out a more permanent living arrangement.  It pissed Rage off knowing that his own flesh and blood could do something like that, but he wasn’t about to beg for Phil to come back.  

He hoped Phil didn’t see him there, and he was relieved when another bartender walked up to take his order.  He ordered from the beer on tap and the bartender quickly grabbed a glass, filling it up to the brim and sliding it to Rage.  Rage pulled some cash out of his pocket and handed it over to the bartender telling him to keep the change before he made his way through a crowd of people towards a secluded part of the club.  To his relief there was an empty table that was calling his name, as most of the other people in the club were out on the dance floor or at the bar.  

Once Rage sat down all he could do was just look around the club.  Watch people dance and make a fool of themselves.  Watch the bouncers have to get involved and toss a couple of drunken and unruly frat boys out.  And, every so often, turn and glance towards his brother working behind the bar.  Before he knew it, his first glass of beer was empty and just as he was going to go up to the bar and get another, a friendly face walked up to him.  A friendly and familiar face.

Maddie: Can I get you a...refill?

Maddie...as in Phil’s girlfriend Maddie...was one of the many servers walking around the club tonight.  Rage had no idea she worked here, and she was more than surprised to see him sitting there.

Maddie: Oh...Hi, Jake.

Rage: When did you start working here?

Maddie: Not that long ago.  I was looking to get out of my old club so Phil put in a good word for me here.  W-what are you doing here?  Does Phil--

Rage quickly shakes his head before Maddie can finish asking her question.

Rage: No.  And I’d like to keep it that way for as long as possible.  I’m not looking to cause any trouble at his job.

Maddie: Then why are you here?  I mean...you knew he worked here.  Besides, I’ve never known you to be the nightclub type.

Rage lets out a laugh and shakes his head.

Rage: You’re right, I’m not.  And to answer your question, the only reason I came out here tonight is because I need to be around some noise.  Anything.  It’s been too fucking quiet lately.

Maddie nods as she folds her arms across her chest.

Maddie: It might not be my place to say this, but you only have yourself to blame for that, Jake.  Phil didn’t want to leave when he did.  I was trying to get him to move in with me sooner, but he wasn’t really ready to move out of your place yet so he decided to stay there a little while longer.  You didn’t directly hurt him, but it had it’s effect on him, you know.  He still has his days where he’s not quite himself.

Rage leans back in his chair and just stares at her, raising an eyebrow.  She nods and he folds his arms across his chest.  He thinks for a few moments before he narrows his eyes and glares at her.

Rage: You’re right.  It’s not your fucking place to say anything.  You might be dating my brother, Maddie, but outside of that, you don’t know anything about the situation other than what they’re telling you.  Don’t believe everything you’re being told.

Maddie: This has nothing to do with what I’m being told, but it has everything to do with what I’m seeing from Phil.  He told me how you and Synn helped him when he was still back in Boston.  You and Synn.  And for you to do whatever it is you did to those people who have been your family for so long?  I don’t know the full story, nor do I particularly want to know it or you reasons.  But the fact is that you still did what you did, and it hurt Phil and I’ve had to be the one to help him through it.  I hope whatever it is was worth it, because he’s a pretty terrific guy.  But, I’m sure you already knew that.

After speaking her peace, Maddie turns on her heels and gets set to walk away.  Rage holds up his empty glass and clears his throat loudly.

Rage: Care to bring me another beer?

Maddie turns back around and with the most polite smile she can muster, she looks directly at him and responds.

Maddie: I’m sorry, sir, but I have the authority to cut you off when I think you’ve had enough.  And, I think you’ve had enough.  I suggest you leave willingly and without a scene, otherwise I’ll be forced to get a few of our security staff involved.  Have a nice night.

Maddie then turns and walks away, getting back to her job and finding someone else to help.  Rage rolls his eyes and just leaves the empty beer glass on the table before he stands up and starts shoving his way through the crowd and towards the door.  He is blatantly ignoring Maddie’s warning and as people shout at him as he shoves them on his way out, Phil looks up from the bar and spots him.  He narrows his eyes and shakes his head as Rage storms out of the club.

Meanwhile, outside, Rage is slowly walking away from the club, clenching his fists at his side and trying to keep his anger under control and he has to stop, close his eyes and take in a few deep breaths.  Just as he does this, the voice shouting from behind him catches his attention.

Phil: Is there any particular reason you decided to come out to where I work tonight and be a complete asshole and make a scene like you did?  What the hell is your problem?

With his back still facing Phil, his eyes narrow sadistically and he laughs and smiles wickedly.  He slowly turns around to face his younger brother, his fists still frozen at his side.

Rage: Oh, hey Phil.  Good to see you, too, little brother.

Phil rolls his eyes.

Phil: Don’t make me ask you again, Jake.

Rage: Oh, I’m sorry.  I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to go out every now and then, Phil.  I didn’t know you were working tonight, otherwise I would have went somewhere else.  Fucking relax.  Damn.

Phil shakes his head as he takes a couple of steps closer to Rage.

Phil: You’re allowed to do whatever the hell you want.

Rage lets out a laugh.

Rage: Is that so?  If that is the case, why the fuck does everyone still have their panties and boxers in a twist over my joining sides with J2H?  Clearly I’m not allowed to do whatever the fuck I want.  At least not where you all are concerned.

Phil: There’s no point in trying to explain it to you again, Jake, because you just don’t get it.  And you never will.  I’m guessing things aren’t quite working out for you the way you had hoped, otherwise you wouldn’t have come out here to stalk me or whatever the hell you’re doing.

Rage laughs again and shakes his head.

Rage: Oh things are working out for me just fine, Phil.  Better than fine, actually, because now that I’ve sided with J, I’ve got my golden opportunity at Inception.  And all I have to do is take the golden briefcase and that’s it.  I’ll have a guaranteed shot at any title any time I want it.

Phil shakes his head.

Phil: Well congratulations.  That sounds pretty terrific, bro.

Phil’s voice is just oozing with sarcasm and Rage can’t help but let out a laugh again.

Rage: I wouldn’t expect you to understand, so that’s alright.  Just so long as you know that I’m not as miserable as you people seem to think I am.  I’m making decisions and living my life as I see fit.  I’m not going to let any of you bring me the fuck down anymore.

Phil: Good, then don’t.  But if that’s how you really feel, don’t come out to this club ever again.  You want to do whatever you want to do, go ahead and do it.  But, don’t expect to have any interactions with me anymore.  You fucked up big time, and sooner or later, you’ll realize that.  If you already haven’t.  My guess is that you already have, but you just refuse to admit it.

Rage takes a step towards Phil, almost threatening him.  Phil stands his ground, refusing to be intimidated.

Rage: There’s nothing to admit, little brother.  There’s nothing holding me back any longer.  My eyes are fucking opened big time and it feels...great.

Phil does a slow clap for his brother.

Phil: Again, congratulations.  But you’re lying to yourself.  You see, there is something holding you back.  Or...someone.  Whether you think so or not, J2H is holding you back in some way or he will.  I’ll have all the proof I need should you actually win that golden briefcase.

Rage: What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Phil shrugs and shakes his head.

Phil: It doesn’t matter.  I’ll watch the show and find out for myself if I’m right or not, but something tells me I’m right.  I have to get back into work.  Like I said, don’t come around here again.  You won’t be allowed back in at this point, unless SCW does another show at some point in the future.

Phil doesn’t give Rage a chance to say anything else before he turns and heads back inside.  Rage stands there for a few moments staring straight ahead.  A couple of people walk past him and slowly turn their heads to stare at him as his hands are shaking.  He shoots his head in their direction as they walk by.

Rage: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!

The couple quickly scurries away as other people turn and stare at him.  He lets out a growl before he turns and storms off down the street and away from the club.  




Xander Bishop.  Xander...Bishop.  You know, I try to say your name without rolling my fucking eyes, but I just can’t seem to do it.  I can’t seem to not shake my head and wonder just what the hell Mark Ward and Christian Underwood were doing signing some dumbass piece of shit like you.  And not only that, but they’re throwing you right into the title scene and the ink on your contract isn’t even dry yet.

So...you beat Alex Rush.  Big...fucking...deal.  That’s not exactly something to brag about and it sure as hell isn’t worthy of being put into a ten man battle royal to determine the next challenger to J2H’s title in your second match.  Granted, you failed, but what happened after that?  You apparently “impressed” Mark and/or Christian so much, they’re giving you another shot in this King of The Hill ladder match.  Well guess what?  I can’t let that happen.  I WON’T let that happen.

I’m not going to sit here and lie and say that I actually paid attention to you before this match was maid.  Aside from the little bit of noise you made on Twitter, I had no desire to pay attention to someone who pisses me off just by saying one word.  But, once I heard about this match, I had to force myself into scouting some of your material.  Man, I regret that.  But, at the same time, I don’t because all it’s done is fuel my need to beat you that much more.

You talk a big game.  You like to run your mouth and spout of words that the majority of the roster probably doesn’t understand.  I can’t even waste time trying to decipher the shit you say, it’s that bad.  You’re trying to get people to like you, and for some messed up reason, some people actually DOlike you.  But, you certainly do a crap job of trying to be likable.  I think you’re confused, Xander.

Maybe you got dropped on your head one too many times as a baby.  Or maybe you were born without a brain to begin with, judging by the way you talk, but running your mouth the way you do?  Spewing that ghetto garbage you do, that ain’t gonna fly around this place for long, and it sure as shit ain’t gonna make you many friends...if any.  

I’m sure you’ve got all the confidence in the world going into this match, Xander.  I bet anything you think so damn highly of yourself because this is your second opportunity to get a title shot, so that little ego boost is giving you a bigger high than those blunts you’ve no doubt been smoking.  Yeah, don’t think you’re fooling anyone by saying you don’t do that shit.  Sooner or later, a little random drug test will come up and you’ll be outta this place faster than you can say ni...Nope.  Not going there.

Don’t let this opportunity fool you, Xander.  Don’t let it get to your head, because you don’t stand a chance either.  You might fair a little bit better than Jeremiah will, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let some ghetto piece of shit get that golden briefcase from above the ring.  In fact, I have one mission to accomplish against you, Xander.

Break your fucking jaw.  If I never have to hear you speak another word after this match, I’ll be just fine with that.  I’ll probably be doing everyone a favor because I’m sure everyone is just as annoyed as I am listening to you talk.  Hell, I’ll probably be doing even YOU a favor because once I break your jaw, the only way you’ll be able to speak again, is by LEARNING to speak again, and let’s just say...You could use more than your fair share of English classes.  Ya hur. Man?

Fuck I can’t believe I just say that, even mocking you.  I don’t like you, Xander.  In fact...I really fucking hate you.  Don’t take it personally though, I hate everyone, but just the idea that you’re even a factor in this match about sends me over the damn edge.  If anyone is going to win this match, it’s going to be ME, Xander.

You may have fought nine other guys in that battle royal, Xander, but I wasn’t in that match.  I don’t think you’re quite ready to deal with me, but let me tell you, I’m more than ready to give you the beating of a lifetime and send you to the back of the line, because the only one that’s going to impress in this match, is ME.  You’re going straight to the back of the line with Jeremiah and that’s a fucking promise.

Do your scouting.  Do your researching and preparing, Xander.  None of it will help you.  Nothing you do will be able to stop me from climbing that ladder and taking that briefcase into MY possession, because no one deserves it more than I do.  As a follower of J2Hism, that briefcase BELONGS to me already.  You three idiots just don’t realize it yet.

But you will.

Take your best shot.  Throw a few punches....a few kicks.  Whatever the hell you think you need to do, but whatever lessons you took from the “hood” won’t be enough to stop the devil from taking what’s his.  

The devil is out for your blood, Xander.  And he ain’t stopping until he gets it…





Scene 2
Lovers Quarrel
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Following his confrontation with both Maddie and Phil at Club Rain earlier, Rage has finally made it back home.  He went out to be around some noise, and he got more than he bargained for.  He storms into his house, slamming the door behind him and tossing his keys on the counter.  He’s still obviously wound up from everything that Maddie and Phil said to him and he heads over to the fridge to grab a cold beer.  He twists the cap off and takes a huge gulp as he walks over and heads upstairs.  He really needs a hot shower to clear his head, so he heads up to the master bedroom.  He’s taking another gulp of his beer as he notices the light is on from just down the hall.  He slows his pace, wondering who is in his house as he knows the light was off when he left.

Rage gets his answer when he stops in the doorway.  Looking inside his room, he sees that Kittie...his fiancee, or former fiancee...is sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for him.  She has almost a blank expression on her face as she looks directly at him.  He finishes off his beer as he steps inside, setting the empty bottle on the dresser.

Rage: This night just keeps getting better and better.  What are you doing here, Kittie?

Rage opens a drawer to the dresser and pulls something clean to sleep in.  He turns around, and stares at Kittie, waiting for her to answer.  She seems to be thinking her answer over carefully.

Kittie: What the hell is going on, Rage?

Rage looks at her with a baffled look on his face.

Rage: I’m sorry, what?  What the hell are you talking about?

Kittie: You heard me.  What is going on?  With us...with everything.  Do you want this ring back?

Kittie holds up her left hand, still wearing her engagement ring.  Rage shakes his head with a laugh.  That seems to be the trend for the night.

Rage: That’s not for me to decide, Kittie.  I already told you that.  It’s your damn decision on what you want to do.  If you came all the way over here just for clarification on that--

Kittie: I’m asking you what the hell you want!  I don’t even know if you really wanted to get married in the first place.  I just want to hear the words from your mouth, asshole.

Rage: I’m not in the mood to deal with your shit tonight so you might as well head on back to Synn’s.  I’d like to take a shower and get some fucking sleep.

Kittie: When are you going to be in the mood, Rage?  Huh?  Because, every time I try and fucking talk to you, you just blow me off and say you’re not in the mood to deal with it.  Shit needs to get sorted out, because I’d like to know what the fuck this is anymore.

Rage laughs, but he says nothing.  Kittie narrows her eyes at him but he refuses to say anything else as he walks past her and into the master bathroom.  Her jaw drops for a moment and she sits there, shocked, and a few moments later, the shower turning on is heard.  She stands up from the bed and stands there for a moment, thinking her next move over carefully.  She takes in a deep breath and pulls her shirt up over her head and tosses it on the floor as she disappears into the bathroom behind Rage.

The bathroom is already steamed up pretty good from the heat of the shower.  The top half of Rage’s body is all that is visible through the door to the walk-in shower and Kittie stands back, removing her clothes.  Rage is completely oblivious to this as he has his hands pressed against the wall of the shower and his head under the shower head letting the water just hit his face.  He only becomes aware of Kittie completely naked when the door to the shower opens and Kittie steps inside.

Rage: What the fuck, Kittie?!  Can’t I shower in--

Before Rage knows it, Kittie reaches up, putting he hand around his neck and pulls his head down, bringing her lips to his in a passionate kiss.  He doesn’t fight it, though, as both have been dealing with the frustration of being apart for the last several weeks and neither could hold back if they even tried.

Later on that night, after their steamy session in the shower and another session after, the two are laying in bed.  Rage is drifting off to sleep, thinking Kittie is doing the same with his arm tucked under her head.  But she’s not.  She’s just laying there, staring at him, wide awake and the longer this goes on, Rage eventually can tell without even having his eyes open.

Rage: Are you going to go to sleep or are you just going to lay there staring at me all fucking night.

Kittie: No...I’m just thinking...

Rage turns his head and looks at her.

Rage: Well could you think a little quiet.  I’d like to get some sleep.

Kittie: Fine.  Get some sleep.  But you’re coming with me back to Synn’s place in the morning.

Rage quickly slides away from Kittie and sits up in the bed.  Kittie sits up as well, pulling the sheet up to cover herself as Rage glares at her, shaking his head.

Rage: I don’t know what gave you that idea, Kittie, but no I’m not.  Synn and everyone else made it very clearly where they stand.  Two rounds of angry sex between us ain’t gonna change that.

Kittie shakes her head and lets out a sigh.

Kittie: You can’t honestly tell me that living in this house by yourself is what you want or that following J2H around like some glorified bitch is what you want either?!  You two have hated each other for so long and you honestly think this J2Hism bullshit is something to believe in?!  Come on, Rage.  Even I know you’re smarter than that shit.

Rage: You clearly have no idea what the hell I want, Kittie, because if you did, you wouldn’t be asking me to go back to being a fucking joke to the rest of the Sins while it got me nowhere.  NOWHERE!  Fuck that.

Kittie shakes her head disappointedly again.

Kittie: So now what?  You’re just going to continue doing what J2H tells you to do, when you’re sitting here saying that you hated when the Sins supposedly did that?  You’re fooling yourself if you actually believe he’s going to help you any.  Especially if you win that briefcase on Sunday.

Rage: IF?  There’s no fucking IF about it, Kittie.  I’m winning that briefcase.

Kittie: And do you honestly believe that if you do, you’ll be able to use it to get your shot at J?  He won’t fucking allow it.  He laughed in your face and flat out denied you your shot more than once!

Rage growls and lets out a sigh.

Rage: The briefcase says I’d get a shot at any title, Kittie.  Not just the World Heavyweight title.

Kittie’s jaw drops open and she stares at Rage, shocked.

Kittie: You’re fucking joking, right?  You’d actually waste it on the roulette title?  Or...are you actually considering cashing it in for a shot against Despy?!

Rage: I don’t know what the fuck I plan to do with it, Kittie!  Damn!  All I know is J is the champion, and he’s the champion for a fucking reason!  He’s going to stay the champ for a while, so the briefcase won’t fucking matter.

Kittie: I...I can’t believe what I’m actually hearing you say.  He’s got your head so fucking twisted and you can’t even see it!  You’ve let him make you believe that the Sins were holding you back, but it seems like he’s---

Rage turns his back on Kittie and then pulls on a pair of boxers.  He stands up and turns around, glaring at her as he points to the door.

Rage: Get the fuck out.

Kittie: What?

Rage: You heard me.  Get the fuck out.  Shower sex and an angry fuck afterwards doesn’t mean that I’m suddenly going to turn back into your pussy whipped bitch.  I told you, I’m making the decisions and doing what the fuck I want, but none of you seem to understand that.  When I win that briefcase on Sunday I’ll be able to do what the fuck I want with it, and not what you, Synn, Gabriel, Shane or even Phil thinks I should do with it.  ME!  WHAT I FUCKING SAY!

Kittie rolls her eyes before she reaches down and picks up her clothes.  She starts getting dressed as Rage stands next to the bed, watching her.  Once she’s dressed, she turns around and looks back to him, but he doesn’t seem to have changed his mind on wanting her to leave.

Kittie: I don’t know if this is some mid-life crisis or what, but you need to get over it and quick before it’s really too late.  You’re throwing all your hard work to shit for that little bastard and I don’t think I’ll ever understand why.  For your sake, I hope you know what the fuck you’re doing, because I sure as shit don’t.  No matter how hard I try to wrap my head around it.

Rage: Maybe if you’d fucking listen to me for once instead of trying to get me to listen to you, you’d understand.  But, it’s all falling on deaf ears so it doesn’t even fucking matter.  Now just get back to Synn’s because I’d really like to enjoy some peace and quiet tonight.

Kittie closes her eyes and sighs, shaking her head.  She opens them a few moments later and looks at him, disappointment written all over her face.

Kittie: Fine.  If that’s what you want, I’ll leave.  But just understand that the longer this shit with you following J2H around and being fooled by him goes on, the less likely it is that Synn would welcome you back to the Sins once you’re eyes are opened to what he’s been doing to you.  But...whatever.  Believe what you want.  Not much fucking problem anymore.  Enjoy your nightly dates with your right hand, because what happened tonight won’t happen again.

Rage: I don’t need my right hand when there are plenty of whores all around Vegas...

Rage grins wickedly at her and she glares back at him viciously before giving him the finger and quickly turning and walking out of the room.  Rage laughs to himself as he listens to her storm downstairs and then slams the door behind her as she leaves, and he’s once again left in complete and utter silence...




Calvin Harris.  The man who my guess is everyone is putting money on in winning the gold briefcase.  They no doubt probably think you have the most potential...are the biggest threat.  Or...at least that’s just what I could be hearing through the grapevine.  I hate to burst everyone’s bubble, especially yours...Wait, no I don’t.  I really fucking love it.  But...this match isn’t yours to win, either.  I’m sure you’ll put up one hell of a fight, and I fully expect you to, but it won’t be enough.

Word has it you’re walking into this match with a banged up knee.  It may be near one hundred percent by the time the bell rings, but...do you really think it a wise decision to compete in a ladder match at such a clear disadvantage.  Word gets around quickly, Calvin.  Whether you want it to or not.  Whether you make it public knowledge or not, that bum knee of yours?  Puts you at a big disadvantage….and that is something I plan to take full advantage of.

I know exactly what I need to do to take you out, Calvin.  I know just what I need to do to cripple you and stop you from climbing that ladder, and guess what?  You only have yourself to blame, pal.  A dumbass like you doesn’t deserve to carry that briefcase around with a guaranteed shot at the title at any point throughout the year.  You don’t deserve it, so you won’t get it.

That knee of yours is going to be much worse off than it was before walking into this match, Calvin.  You see, before I climb that ladder and retrieve what is MINE, I’m going to use it for its other purpose in this match...as a powerful and painful weapon.  And I’m going to target that knee right from the start.

You’ll be begging me to stop.  You’ll be crying out for mercy and trying to crawl away, but do you think that will help you?  Do you think I will show you mercy?  Fuck...no.  That will only fuel my desire to inflict even more pain on you.  That’ll just make me even more determined to cripple that knee once and for all, because I’m not going to let you stand in my way of grabbing that briefcase and having the referee raise MY hand in victory.

You’ve been in this company a little while longer than Xander, and for all intents and purposes, longer than Hardin because that jackass has up and disappeared more times than I can count on my hands and feet.  You may have been around a little while longer, but you haven’t earned this opportunity.  You haven’t done shit to deserve this shot.  Not when I’ve been busting my ass time and time again and have had to sit back and watch guys like you...guys WORSE than you, get their shot and fail.  

You’d fail, too.  If by some miracle you managed to get that briefcase.  You, Xander and Jeremiah...any one of you would fail from the moment you decided to cash in.  It’s why I can’t let any of you win that briefcase.  That and do you really think YOU have what it takes to be greater than J2H as a champion?  I sure as shit don’t.  Not a damn person on this roster can do what he’s done this last year, so I need to protect that title from guys like you.

Once this match is done, Calvin, the bosses will realize that you don’t quite have what it takes to be a top tier champion.  They’ll reassess their opinions once they watch the beating I give to you, Xander and Jeremiah, and if you’re lucky, the might toss you in the Internet title scene, but the World Heavyweight Title scene?  You can forget that one.

I know you want to win, Calvin.  I know you want to do whatever you have to do to make a bigger name for yourself here in SCW and be successful and impress the bosses, but going up against a guy like me?  That’s a pretty big problem for you.  You three don’t just have to climb a ladder to get that briefcase...you have to topple a fucking mountain.

And don’t let my size fool you.  Don’t think for one second that I’m slower and that puts me at a disadvantage.  All it takes is one wrong move from you three and you’re done.  I’m not holding back because this is my match to win and yours to fucking lose.

I’m not settling for second best.  I’m not letting some assholes like you three take MY moment from me.  And if you are really that hell bent on stopping me?  Well...then I’ll have no fucking problem sending you straight to hell.  No regrets.  No remorse.  Nothing.  I’m out to inflict pain, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

The devil is out for your blood, Calvin.  And he ain’t stopping until he gets it…





Scene 3
An Understanding
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With Inception II fast approaching, now is the time that the excitement really begins leading up to a supercard.  The superstars and Bombshells are taking part in their scheduled promotional events and interviews, as is usually mandatory for these shows.  Rage has his own schedule to follow as well, but that’s later.  Right now, Rage is waiting for the World Heavyweight Champion, J2H, to finish up a scheduled appearance.  He’s standing back, trying to stay hidden from everyone else while the champion does his thing.  Unfortunately for Rage, it doesn’t quite work out as planned, as Pussy Willow walks up next to him.  He towers over her, of course, and he tries not to pay any attention to her.

PW: Hey there, big man.  Looking forward to Sunday?

Rage glances at her from the corner of his eye and just lets out a laugh, but doesn’t speak a word.  He folds his arms across his chest as she takes in a deep breath.

PW: Big opportunity for you, ya know.  It’s not going to be easy though going against the likes of Jeremiah, Xander and Calvin.

Rage lets out an annoyed laugh and then turns and looks at her.

Rage: Are you fucking kidding me, big tits?  Those three are not a problem for me and if you think they are, you’re living up pretty damn well to the reputation of a fucking dumb blonde.

PW: Some things never change, do they?  I think you’re underestimating just what those three will bring to the match, but what do I know, right?  I’m just a reporter...

Rage: You’re right, you are.  So stick to your fucking job and just ask questions instead of voicing your damn opinion.  You’re getting awfully fucking brave these days, aren’t you?

Pussy shakes her head.

PW: Not really.  I’ve just grown used to being treated like this from those who don’t like me.  And as I recall I asked a simple question and you just shrugged it off and ignored it.  It’s not my fault the smallest things send you over the edge.

Rage: You want a real answer?  Here it is.  Yes, I’m looking forward to this match on Sunday because I’m looking forward to making easy work of three assholes that shouldn’t even be given this chance.  I’ve busted my ass for years in this company and gotten fucking nowhere while guys like them are here for two seconds and handed title shots without fucking earning them.  It’s not just about the briefcase to me anymore, Pussy.  It’s about sending a message that I’m not going to stand back and let shit like that continue to happen.  Satisfied?

Pussy Willow nods slowly as she stares at him.

PW: That works I guess.  This isn’t an official interview so it’s not going to go on record or anything.  I was just asking out of curiosity.

Rage rolls his eyes.

Rage: Of course you were.  Everyone asks out of curiosity and not because they like pissing me off.

PW: I don’t think anyone likes pissing you off.  You can be quite...despicable...when you’re pissed off.

Rage: Oh, there are certain people who like pissing me off, I can promise you that.  Now, are you done, because I wasn’t exactly planning on dealing with an impromptu interview...

Pussy holds her hands up and just smiles.

PW: Don’t worry, no more questions from me.  And for what it’s worth, I’ll be pulling for you to win that briefcase.  I think it will make things quite...interesting.

Rage raises an eyebrow as she says this and before he can question her on what she means, Pussy Willow turns and walks away just as J2H walks up to Rage.  He glances at Pussy Willow as she’s walking away, then turns his attention back to Rage.

J2H: What was that all about?  I thought your interview or whatever wasn’t until later?

Rage: It’s not.  That was just her being annoying as ever, but I don’t care.  Look.  We need to talk, because something is really bugging the fuck out of me and it has been all week.

J laughs.

J2H: What else is new?  But, what is it this time?  Who pissed in your cornflakes this time?

Rage: This ladder match on Sunday...the King of The Hill shit for the gold briefcase?

J2H nods.

J2H: Yeah?  What about it?

Rage: I don’t want it.  Fuck it, J.  Xander or Calvin can have it.

J2H bursts out laughing but as he stares at Rage, his laughter subsides and he just looks at the big man, confused.

J2H: The fuck?  You’re serious?!  Like hell you’re going to let one of those three morons win that briefcase when it’s your’s for the damn taking!  Mark and Chris practically gift-wrapped that damn briefcase for you.

Rage shakes his head.

Rage: Maybe so, but not for the reason you think they did.  People actually expect me to cash it in on you, but I’m done doing what the fuck people want or expect from me.  So, I’m gonna do something none of them will expect and just sit this shit out.

J quickly pulls his hand back, balls it into a fist and then punches Rage hard in the arm.  It actually manages to slightly hurt the big man, but J stares at him very seriously.

J2H: Like fuck you are!  You winning that briefcase would be a good thing.  And don’t just fucking win it easily like I know you can.  Break those three assholes in half and take that damn briefcase.  Don’t fucking hold back just because people want you to cash it in against me.  You winning that damn briefcase just means that none of them can use that briefcase when it suits them.  You can use that briefcase the way its meant to be used, but still on your own damn terms.  Fuck the rest of them.

Rage: I just don’t see the fucking point, J.  I’ve got no interest in that worthless roulette belt.  I’ve held the Internet belt twice before and you’re the World Heavyweight Champ.  I don’t give a shit about titles anymore, J, so why the hell should I lug around a damn briefcase?

J laughs but Rage doesn’t see the humor in any of this.

J2H: You don’t have to decide when you want to cash in that briefcase overnight, dude.  Don’t let the bullshit that everyone else likes to talk influence what we both know you’re capable of.  Yeah I’m the World Heavyweight Champ, but do you know what will happen if Calvin Harris or Xander Bishop win that briefcase?

Rage doesn’t even move a muscle.  He stands there, quietly, staring at J2H.

J2H: They’ll fucking do what cowards do and try and cash in when they think I’m most vulnerable or some shit.  It’s what people do.  You get that briefcase for yourself, and that ensures that won’t happen.  You can use it and prove you don’t need to be a fucking pussy and cash it in on some sneak attack.  Cash it in on a real fucking match.  I’m not going to let you sit this damn match out because this is the perfect opportunity to take three guys out of the equation at once.

Rage: You do realize that no matter who wins this match on Sunday, any one of us could still get a title shot?  It was already announced that the three losers still might get title shots if they impress enough.  I don’t fucking get it, but whatever.

J laughs again.

J2H: So you automatically assume that they’d get a shot at my title?  I’d say they’d probably get tossed down to the lower tier titles where they belong.  Which is another reason you need to win this damn match, because do you really want to be stuck fighting someone like Ryan Keys or Steve Ramone for the roulette title?  Let Hardin, Bishop and Harris deal with those dickheads.  You’re capable of a lot worse than any of them could dish out.

Rage: Look I want nothing more than to destroy those jackasses, but what’s the fucking point if even if I do people still won’t take me seriously?!

J2H: The point is you MAKE them take you seriously.  You have a fucking ladder at your disposal.  You have free reign to hurt them as much as you want without any consequences.  Let the fucking devil out and get the fucking job done.  Stop trying to make this seem like a bad thing when it’s not.  Everyone will know how much power we have as soon as you grab that briefcase and then stand over their broken bodies and hold that damn briefcase high above you.  It’s that simple.

Rage: Shit’s gonna change after Sunday, J.  Once I really unleash on all those morons, there is no turning back.  I’m gonna make everyone’s life a living hell, because I’m telling you...Once I feel a bone crack...I’m gonna want more...

J smiles wickedly and pats Rage on the arm.

J2H: That’s what I’m talking about, Rage.  You want to feel bones cracking?  Have at it, big man.  You want people to fear you?  That’s the fucking way to do it.  Not by some temper tantrum that a five year old would throw.  Inflict some serious pain and then they’ll know.  Make an impact.  Do whatever the fuck you have to do.  I’m not going to stop you.  I’m just going to stand back and encourage you, because this is the Rage everyone needs to see.  This is the exciting Rage.  This shit isn’t boring and it’ll never get boring.  I want to see the evil in your eyes as you end them.

Rage’s nostrils suddenly flare and his eyes narrow as the look in his eyes turns exactly that...evil.

Rage: I won’t be held accountable for my actions, J.  Just remember that.  I’m not holding back.  I’m not going to show them mercy if they fucking beg for it.  I’m going to break their bodies and then I’m going to take that briefcase because I deserve it.  Not them!  ME!

J2H: Just remember that in your head during your match, and there’s no way you’ll lose.  Just remember the mission...the ultimate goal...and that briefcase is yours.  You’re not the Sin of Wrath anymore, Rage.  You’re the devil, remember.  And the devil doesn’t take it easy on anyone.  The devil does what he wants, when he wants.  I’d tell you to make the people watching scream in fear, but you know what would be even better?

Rage slowly shakes his head.

J2H: Silence.  Having them watch on in absolute silence at the destruction you cause.  You can do it.  You WILL do it.

Rage: No holding back.  No fucking mercy...

J2H shakes his head and smiles wickedly as does Rage.  The camera zooms in and you can almost see the fire in Rage’s eyes.  And that..that isn’t a good sign for Jeremiah, Xander or Calvin come Sunday night...  




In just two days, the former Sin of Wrath and now self-proclaimed Devil of SCW, Rage, will be walking into the six-sided ring in Las Vegas to go up against three other men for the opportunity of a lifetime.  The opportunity that, until recently, he had been waiting for for a very long time.  You see, the moment he joined J2Hism, and followed the longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion’s way of life, it all seems that things have changed.  J2H is the World Heavyweight Champion for a reason, after all.  

“Look at you standing there.  You’re pathetic.  Even YOU don’t deserve to be in this match.  Not with the attitude that you’ve had lately.  You’re weak!  You’re a pathetic piece of shit!”

He should be training, he thought.  He should be in a gym or wresting ring somewhere letting off some steam and getting ready for this match, but he’s not.  No, instead here he is standing in front of the full length mirror staring at the man he’d become.  And the voice inside him...the “devil...wasn’t helping any.

Rage: Shut the fuck up.  You’re just trying to drag me down.  Make me fail.  It’s not going to happen!

A low malicious laugh follows and Rage furrows his eyes as he stares into the mirror.

“You know I’m right.  You let that worthless group you call ‘family’ turn you into this.  You let them drag you down.  You put me into hiding all those years in an attempt to take all the credit for everything I did.  You really think you were capable of such despicable actions as I had to take?  Hell no.  That was all me.  And the longer you try and keep me locked away, the less you will achieve.  Don’t try to deny it.”

Rage couldn’t believe it but the devil almost came to life right before him in the mirror.  The image of himself began to move differently than he was, and it spoke directly to him as he backed away.

Rage: You’re full of shit and you know it.  I’ve done terrible things, too.  I’m just as dangerous as you are, and I’m going to prove it in this ladder match on Sunday.  You’re staying right where you are.

The devil laughs again and the image of him shakes his head in the mirror.

“I can stop you, you know.  I’m a lot stronger than you, so I can take over any time I want.  I’m just giving you the opportunity to go willingly, but once again you’re proving what a pussy you really are.  You don’t want to be held accountable for what I do, so you’re trying to stop me.  You’ll never going to be able to stop me from handling business, Rage.  You’re turning yourself into a fucking joke with that childish ‘temper’ of yours.  It’s all just an act because we know who the REAL dangerous one is.  We know who the TRUE evil one is.  And here’s a hint...it’s not you.”

The devil grins back at Rage, folding his arms.  Rage stands frozen in place, glaring at “himself” with his fists clenched at his side, but he can’t speak.  He can fill the rage (pun intended) building up inside of him, but this was what the Devil wanted.  This was the reaction he was hoping to get.

“Look at you.  That’s all the proof I need.  Do you REALLY think I’m going to sit back and allow you to be the one to get that briefcase?  You don’t stand a chance.  I mean, I guess I could sit this one out and let what happens happen, but like hell if I’m going to do that.  You’re the one that needs to get put on the back burner because you’re floundering, Rage.  You’ve turned into a laughing stock that no one takes seriously and they never will unless *I* take care of business.  Why the fuck do you think J called you boring for so long?  Because, without me, that’s exactly what you are.  Old.  Washed up.  A fucking snoozefest that nobody fears.  But me?  I could snap a motherfucker’s neck if I really wanted.”

Rage: Not that I give a shit about any of the pieces of shit that I ever face in the ring, but if you did that shit intentionally, it would end my fucking career!  You think I’m gonna let that happen just so you can get your--

The Devil laughs again and shakes his head, causing Rage to stop before he can finish his sentence.

“You see, that’s why I need to be in control.  You’re not exactly the smart one either.  There are ways around these things.  Ways that only *I* know and understand.  How exactly do you expect to beat Jeremiah, Xander and Calvin on Sunday, Rage?”

Rage: How the fuck do you think?  Beat the shit out of them, climb the fucking ladder and take the briefcase!  And you think I’m stupid?  Fuck!

“Such a damn fool.  You’re gonna have to do MUCH worse than that if you intend to win on Sunday, but clearly you don’t realize that.  Clearly you won’t do what needs to be done to take that briefcase.  One by one you need to CRIPPLE them, Rage.  This is the perfect opportunity to do just that, because there will be more than one ladder at your disposal.  But...as I said.  You don’t seem to realize that, so, I’ll need to take care of this one for the both of us.  The devil wants to come out and play Rage.  Unlock the cage willingly or I’ll just break it myself.”

The Devil shrugs his shoulders just a bit, and it’s enough to piss Rage off even further.  He takes a step closer to the mirror, fuming.

Rage: No!  You’re NOT handling this one, asshole!  I NEED this.  I’m going to be the one in charge.  I’m just fine without you!

The Devil laughs again and stares straight at Rage.

“Oh really?  Excuse me if I don’t agree, because *I* am not the one who lets that fiery little minx boss me around.  You make the term ‘pussy whipped’ quite literal with her, let me tell you.  Not to mention all the chaos your special little friend...Despy?...got you into all the time.  And you just always put up with it.  Had *I* been in charge, poor little Despy wouldn’t have even--”

With a loud and ferocious growl, Rage lunges, first forward, right at the mirror!  He shatters the mirror without a care, bloodying his fists in the process.  But a few seconds later, he brings his hands up to his head and his eyes close as he backs up towards the bed.  He’s breathing heavily and he lets out another growl as he hunches forward, still grasping his head.  A few moments later, his breathing relaxes and he slowly lowers his hands.  They’re still bleeding, but he doesn’t seem to care.  He stares over at the shattered pieces of the mirror and slowly stands up to his feet, stepping towards them.  He reaches down and picks up a large shard of the mirror and stares back at the partial reflection in the mirror.  A wicked smile grows on his face as the reflection staring back at him starts pounding away from “inside” the mirror, full on beast mode and screaming back at him.

Devil: It’s like I said, Rage.  I can take control whenever I want.  And if you REALLY want to win this ladder match on Sunday...You and I both know that *I* need to be in control.  So that is exactly what is going to happen.  The Devil is going to have some fun.  Watch and learn, big fella.

In the mirror, ‘Rage’ backs up, but his fighting relaxes.  He’s still fuming but the look on his face says he knows what has to be done, yet he’s powerless to stop it.  But the Devil is not.  The Devil is out and he’s out for blood.  He’s out for pain.  He’s out for the souls of those who stand in his way.

And this Sunday he gets a three for one deal with Jeremiah Hardin...Xander Bishop and Calvin Harris.