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Post by Ro on May 10, 2008 2:28:19 GMT -5
The following segment was taped right after the main event at 1.3, which saw Craig Christ winning the match and Exodus turning on him. The setting is his office, where he is packing up to leave the arena, when suddenly the Phases of Anonymity barge in, all furious.
Craig: ...Can I help you?
Hookton: Yeah, yes you can help us.
Dunn: You can help us out a lot.
Craig: I'm not about to give you Cinco de Mayo bonuses.
Dunn: Real funny.
Craig: I know, I crack myself up a lot.
Hookton goes forward and bangs his fists on the desk.
Hookton: Stop playing around, Christ! Who is it gonna be?!
Craig: Who is what gonna be?
Hookton: Who's gonna be my opponent, huh? Who are you hiring to try and take away my shot?
Craig pauses and rubs his chin in the evil, conniving villian way.
Sam: Well?
Max: Yeah, well?
Craig looks at the siamese twins, then gets a glint in his eye.
Craig: You know... I don't have to hire anyone.
Hookton: Huh? Get to the point!
Craig: Very well. Your opponent, Mr. Thomas Hookton... will be none other than your good friends... Sam and Max.
All the Phases are alarmed at this announcement.
Sam & Max: NO!
Hookton: What?! You can't do that!
Craig: Yes, I can. And there is no mysterious voice in this office that can stop me.
All of them pause.
Craig: Yep, no voice at all.
Dunn: You son of a-
Hookton: You can't do that at all!
Anon: This isn't fair!
Craig: Fair? You want fair?! If you want justice, if you want this match to be impartial, then I'm making you the special guest referee, Ehmus! I'll leave the fairness of this match in YOUR hands!
Anon: NO! I'm not doing it!
Sam & Max: So are we!
Craig: Really? Did I forget to mention that if you refuse... then you're fired? I think that should make all the difference in the world. Now, I'm gonna leave you now as I have a plane to catch. Think about it, Anon. Sam. Max. Think about it. As for you, Hooker, I'll see you at 1.4. Later.
Christ grabs his briefcase and makes his way past the five men and out the door, leaving the Phases all angry and dumbstruck.
Vendetta Championship Wrestling 1.4 Live from the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas
Bmore vs. 13
Great Nodnarb vs. iSav
Sanguine Title Match Preview Andrew Carpenter and Cain Ravid vs. Gregory Best and Benedict Phoenix
Chris Austin vs. Magnum
Match for Hookton's Spot * Thomas Hookton vs. Sam & Max With Anon Ehmus as special guest referee
Crimson Dawn Main Event Preview Eric Ares vs. Sir Feyd Brisbane
Craig Christ vs. John Dunn
Plus, the Crimson Dawn card is finalized, and Exodus finally unmasks!
PROMO ONLY until Saturday, May 17 11:59 PM PST. VOTING AND PROMO until Monday, May 19 11:59 PM PST.
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Mr. Thomas Hookton
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If Heaven Rides Against Us, Then Gods Be Damned
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Post by Mr. Thomas Hookton on May 12, 2008 10:23:29 GMT -5
Chapter 3: Betrayal Is A Symptom
It was earlier that day that I had found out the news from Christ himself. The rest of the day I was on edge, to say the least. I couldn’t sit still at dinner, I was restless all evening and now that I was trying to go to sleep beside my beautiful wife I was a wreck. For a good hour or so I just tossed and turned under the blankets, every part of me itched or was uncomfortable. Finally I got out of bed. There was no use keeping Catherine awake if I didn’t have to. I couldn’t be bothered to leave the room though, I didn’t want to wake up Ben, so I began pacing, back and forth at the foot of the bed. I glanced and caught Catherine’s eyes looking at me. Half awake, but awake none the less and before I realized it I was shouting.
This is what I’m talking about!
“What? What are you so upset about Thom?”
Craig- Fucking -Christ. I entered this tournament late, sure. But I worked my ass off winning that fourway match. And then I danced as his puppet at 1.2 against John Dunn. He is my ally, my friend, but I beat his ass down because I had too. And now for him to do this. Fuck!
“Cursing isn’t going to explain why you are so pissed off you know.”
She was right. She was always right. I hated her for it. In the most loving way possible.
You know what he says to me? Stipulations for the tournament require me to win three matches in order to participate in the title match at Crimson Dawn. Christ is terrified of me. His goddamn lackeys all lost out in the last round of the tournament. Exodus fell, Cain Ravid fell and now Christ has his back against the wall.
“So you’re suggesting he is intentionally trying to screw you over to keep you out of the main event.”
Precisely.
“Well, your head isn’t getting swollen at all is it?”
You’re missing the point. He is doing everything in his power to push me aside, to keep me from challenging him.
“And do you see how upset it is making you?”
What do you mean?
“Look how pissed off you are Thom. You’ve been pacing all night. I’m trying to sleep, I have to teach in the morning, but it’s impossible with you sighing all the time. You fume far too loud.”
Thanks, smartass.
“I’m being sincere. If Christ is truly trying to keep you down, to keep you oppressed, then he is winning. Do you know why? Rhetorical question, I’ll give you the answer. He is winning because you are storming around our bedroom pissed off beyond all belief. The more he gets into your head the less chance you have. The more sleep you lose over it, the more it twists your mind, the easier it is for him to take everything away from you.”
Yeah but—
“But nothing you big baby. You are finally facing your first real opposition and you are crumbling like a 5 year old girl. I hope that little boo-boo on your ego doesn’t hurt too bad Thom. You claim to represent the will of those not strong enough to speak for themselves, to stand up for the oppressed, yet the moment you are faced with oppression you buckle and lose your cool. You need to calm down, take a few deep breaths and out think Christ. You said it yourself, if he is trying to screw you over like this he realizes his back is against the wall. Things are not going the way he has planned. You need to overcome whatever obstacle he has put in your way and keep moving forward. You also need to deflate your head a little bit. It isn’t about the championship, remember that Thom. It’s about standing up to tyranny where you see it.”
You’re right, I don’t know why I even bother trying to figure things out for myself.
“I don’t either, now please go to bed so I can sleep.”
It’s all about you isn’t it?
“I’m glad you’re finally catching on Thom, now sleep before I throw the alarm clock at you.”
You think she’s joking...She isn’t.
Good night Catherine, I’ll be in bed later, there’s something I have to do.
Sure it was the middle of the night and pitch black outside, but that wasn’t going to stop me. I flicked on the porch light and found my ball glove. The leather cracked as I pulled it closed the first time. I guess I should be taking better care of my things. I guess that applies to everything, wife and child included. I set up the “Pitch-Back” next on the lawn just inside the light’s illumination. I’d still be able to see my target and have perfect vision of the ball as it sprang it back at me. Funny, nothing relieves stress like hurtling a ball at close to 90 miles an hour. Talking is one thing, but throwing stuff is another.
She’s right. She’s always right. I don’t know how many times I’ve said that. So long as Christ is in my head he wins. That’s just what he wants too the fucking narcissist. Doesn’t care why you are doing it, but he needs you to be thinking about him, the man loves himself.
I whipped the first pitch, slightly off target. The ball shot back just out of arms reached meaning I would have to take the dreaded few steps and pick it up. I was out of practice, it had been years since I’d pitch in a ball-game. Not since College.
I’ve got to keep pushing though. Christ is backed against a wall. The tournament didn’t turn out the way he expected. Christ wanted his men in the championship matches so the title would go to one of his goons. Instead, if I can win this next match, there are three people out of the four that hate Christ, and the other is Ares who loves himself. I wonder which one is more of a narcissist?
I pulled back to release another pitch, but was interrupted by a familiar voice.
“Spend a lot of time just talking to yourself in the back yard do you Thomas?”
Oh, hey Harley. Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up.
“You didn’t wake me, I’m just reading on the deck. Nothing like a good night time read.”
What are you reading?
“The Koran.”
The Muslim religious text?
“You seem surprised, it is full of beautiful poetry and prose even if you do not take to the religious context of the writing. Unfortunately it loses some of its flare in an English translation so I’m reading an original Islamic production. Truly fascinating.”
Right. Let me ask you something Harley.
“Go right ahead Thom. I’m always here to help. Unless I’m not here, in which case I’m still reachable.”
Yeah I know, thanks. You teach about warfare right?
“Indeed I do. The thing about both History and Religion is that they expose mankind’s inherent love for killing each other. I think it can be argued that there are fewer things that bind humanity closer than a thirst for blood.”
So then let me ask you this: It’s all well and good to say you are going to stand up to oppression where you see it and in certain areas it’s easy to accomplish. When the government shutdown the port we knew what to do, we went to our local officials, we petitioned and we talked to the media pleading our case, but in this instance I just have absolutely no idea what I am supposed to do. How do you fight a tyrant that is so in control of every aspect of life? How can we oppose someone who is fuelled by a mere thought about him?
“Hmm, quite a query indeed. Have you tried merely not thinking about him? Taking action instead of methodically thinking through all the steps.”
I thought you said that the best course of action was to plan out every possible scenario?
“There’s a difference Thomas. I am an academic, I spend every waking minute finding connections and sifting through facts, you are not. You are a man of action. You are the take charge knight on a white steed, while I plan the war council in the background.”
I guess that’s one way of looking at it, but will that help us in opposing –
I felt a hand shaking my shoulder. It didn’t make any sense in my mind, who was shaking me, where had Harley gone? A blinked and as soon as my eyes had opened the scene had changed completely, the sun was rising and my wife leaned over me shaking my shoulder. I guess that pitch that missed a little bit must have really missed and hit me in the head. I had been unconscious all night lying on the cold, wet grass.
I had the weirdest dream. I talked to Harley.
“It’s all in your head Thom, now get up you’re soaking wet.”
No I’m serious, it was as if Harley was next door again.
“Get inside Thom, I have to go to work and you are out spending the night lying in the grass.”
Yeah...yeah sure. What a weird dream.
“Weirder than wrestling a man with two heads.”
No...no I suppose not.
“Then shut up and prepare for your match.”
Wow, you’re in a bad mood today, what’s up?
“It couldn’t be that my husband spent the night lying on the grass hallucinating about our former neighbour, why would I be concerned at all?”
Alright, alright. Look Catherine I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened, my head is on straight now. Look I’ve got to go make a phone call, I’ll be back.
I look at Catherine who merely rolled her eyes and walked inside. She was not pleased with me, to say the least, but I had other things to worry about right now, like a certain phone call.
Hey.
Yeah, It’s Thom.
Look something big is going down. Two nights in a row Phases of Anonymity has been put up against themselves. Exodus turned on Christ. He is running scared. His back is up against the wall and it’s time we remedy the disease that he is, before he spreads. If we let him rest while he has been betrayed he will take drastic measures and continue to change, betrayal is the first symptom of that. We can’t let that happen. Christ must be stopped.
Alright, I’ll see you in 10.
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Post by bmore on May 14, 2008 7:34:18 GMT -5
Bmore is standing alone on the sidewalk in the nightclub area of Dallas Texas.Steve the Cameraman: Ready to go when you are Bmore. Shall we begin? Bmore:[/b] Yes start rolling. Welcome, dudes, dudettes, the lovely, the nasty, the haves and the have nots. Welcome to what will become a regular thing to come before every show here in the VCW. This is “Live More, Bmore,” and I am your host, none other than the Haybringer of Electro, VCW’s resident raver, Bmore. Now tonight, I am here on the streets of Dallas, Texas. I thought that I should come out here just before 1.4 begins and check out the scene and all in all, enjoy the future. The heads of VCW have given me one cameraman, Steve, and together we are going to rip this town apart. Let’s head off Steve. Bmore with Steve begin to walk down the street, Bmore is making peoples heads turn. Bmore walks past a Homeless man, he stops then back tracks to be in front of the homeless man.Bmore:[/b] Hey 13, could be none other than your father. Bmore pulls out his wallet and hands the homeless man twenty dollarsBmore:[/b] Don’t spend it all at once. Bmore once again heads down the street till he sees nothing other than a long line in front of a club, smoke and light are spilling out the door way and you could hear the distant thumping of the bass from inside. The line has about fifty people in it.Bmore:[/b] Well we should just wait here, I am a man of these people and I will wait in line just like anyone else. It also gives me a chance to explain myself. I know that my lifestyle is frowned upon by many others inside of the VCW roster and I know that I won’t be expecting any favors from those people, not until I have proven myself as not just a talking head, but a serious competitor for any title in this federation. Will that be easy? By all means no, but I am not someone to shy away from anything. Things will heat up, especially with a tyrannical leader such as Craig Christ, sooner or later those nay sayers will come to me for help, and when push comes to shove I will help them even when they will not need it. The crowd lurches forward, Bmore calmly walks forward with the rest of the people. He is now about thirty people from the front.Bmore:[/b] I have a lot of people asking me about my mentality of coming into such a tough place such as VCW, and why someone like me would put their body in harms way so willingly. The truth is, I embraced this lifestyle after having to grow up on the mean streets of Baltimore city, something that I have in common with my opponent 13, but unlike him I didn’t take the easy option of turning to crime in order to get my life on track. I chose an honest life, it is people just like 13 that boil my blood. I have never forgotten the life I used to live, but I would use the skills of Capoeira that I learnt in order to burn the dance floor, but now I will be using them in order to silence the critics who mock the life I have chosen yet they embrace a life that people like 13 have embraced. Once again the line lurches forward and now Bmore is only twenty people away from the front. However, the owner of the nightclub has spotted both Bmore and Steve the cameraman.Owner: Now, why is a star like Bmore waiting in a line? Everyone in earshot turns their heads in order to see Bmore, they all go crazy upon seeing him. The Owner sticks out his hand to both shake and embrace Bmore.Bmore:[/b] I don’t think I’m a god, I am more than willing to wait my turn. Owner: Think what you want, you are what you are. Bmore and the Owner walk past the remainder of the line with Steve bringing up the rear, they begin to enter but there is a man who is being refused entry by the bouncers, the commotion has caught Bmore’s attention.Bouncer: What do you think Bmore, should we let this chump in? Bmore looks the man up and down, he is a large man and the pupils of his eyes show that he is not one hundred percent there. Bmore knows that this man is looking for a fight.Bmore:[/b] Not with those shoes I’m afraid. Man: These are three hundred dollar shoes, I deserve to be in there! The man continues to swear at Bmore as he enters the club. Once in there Steve hands Bmore a microphone, the clubs lasers and strobe lights are going off. “Zombie Nation” is playing over the speakers.Bmore:[/b] This is a coincidence, I don’t normally enter a place to the sound of my entrance music, at least not yet. Of course now, you will be hearing it before and after my matches. Anyway, this is the part of the show where I interview others about their thoughts on my upcoming match, now most of these people are messed up, so if anything we should all get a few laughs. A trashed girl runs up and hugs Bmore she is wearing a black shirt with the word Bmore typed across her chest in fluro writing.Bmore:[/b] Well, now I know everyone in the VCW locker room will be jealous, they get twelve year olds and forty year old men wearing their T-shirts, I get this. Tell us what you think about my upcoming match. Trashed Girl: You are so going to win, I mean like you have so much more style and stuff like that, I really think you are going to win! Bmore:[/b] Thanks for you perfectly constructed sentences, enjoy your night. The girl walks off to tell her friends who she just met Well lets hope they aren’t all as messed up as her, nice T-shirt though, wouldn’t you agree Steve? Bmore walks outside into the smoking area and sits down next to a man, the guy recognizes Bmore and sees the cameraman and therefore turns around for the interview.Bmore:[/b] Welcome, you are on “Live More, Bmore”, what are your thoughts on the upcoming 1.4 card? Guy: The debut of you should make the show, with you at the start and the killer main event it will make me stay tuned for the entire show, plus I want to see more added to the Crimson Dawn card. Bmore:[/b] Funny you should mention Crimson Dawn, with the World Championship match getting finalized as of 1.4, where should I fit on the card? Guy: Definitely into the Sanguine Championship match. Bmore:[/b] Now, finally my match against 13, you mentioned it earlier. Thoughts? Guy: Without a doubt there will be a score in the win column for Bmore, 13 has nothing on you, two loses and a night left of the card. He has nothing on you! Bmore:[/b] Thankyou mate, The guy heads back into the nightclub well there it is, I have brought new people into the wrestling community and the best thing about it? They love the one who comes from their walk of life. The owner comes out into the smoking area and once again approaches BmoreOwner: Bmore, would you like to have a turn behind the decks? Bmore:[/b] Of course, sometimes things are best said with music. Bmore follows the owner inside and walks towards the decks, the crowd goes wild and Bmore starts to play, the first song he plays is “Pogo” by Major Bryce and DJ LB.Sucker, never ever take me for me for a fool or a sucker ‘cos you will pay the price to a wild futher mucker, Hey man you said futher mucker instead of mother fucker, Yes I did, Well what’s a futher mucker? A futher mucker is a serious designed effect, never play him for a sucker ‘cos you owe him respect, “Young Love (Topless)” by Kid Alex is mixed in.I may be young, but not a foolish one. So Don’t Sleep, sleep no more. ”Dance Among the Ruins” by Tommie Sunshine begins.Laugh, when its time to cry, live when its time to die, Spirits fall all around, uprising is coming down, Confusion all around the world, stomach begins to swirl, Stop, read the marquee, Dance among the ruins, it’s the only way to be. Bmore has started to spin “Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger” by Daft Punk when Steve approaches to ask a question.Steve: What make you think you will win at 1.4 Bmore? Bmore simply points to the speakers.
Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger. [/center] After awhile Bmore hops down from behind the decksCrowd: ONE MORE!!! Bmore reaches across and presses play. “Zombie Nation” begins and the crowd goes wild,Bmore:[/b] Well there we go, just a short cameo. Unfortunatly I am no longer a raver or a DJ I am a wrestler and therefore I can’t pull an all nighter just before my debut match, so Steve, we are off. Bmore leaves the club and as he walks out he shakes hands, receives hugs, pecks on his cheeks and many a good luck. Once on the street, he begins to talk.Bmore:[/b] Thank you all for tuning into “Live More, Bmore,” tune in to 1.4 this weekend and what you have seen here is admiration, I am not prepared to be met with the same admiration where I am going however, from 1.4 onwards I will have proved myself to the fans as someone they can rely on in getting the victory. Bmore walks past the same homeless man he gave the money to, he is drinking a bottle of Jack Daniels.Bmore:[/b] I gave you that money for food! How about a piece of advice: When life is tough, Just Dance! Bmore kicks the man in the chest and gives him a massive DDTBmore:[/b] 13, you think that was bad, you are in my way on the path of proving myself, what you shall receive will be much worse, mark my words.
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Austin
Lower Midcarder
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Post by Austin on May 14, 2008 20:55:39 GMT -5
Mind of a Radical pt. 4: Victory Log. Something has happened to my responsibility. I no longer see the battered form of a man in a hospital, I see happiness personified in the form of obviously Chris Austin. I notice him sitting on a steel crate in the back, and he has an ever-present grin on his face, one that hasn’t left since, well basically since he was called, admitted to being, backtracked on, and reaffirmed these rumors of his status as a Rapist.
We must keep in mind that he claims not to be a sexual rapist, as the name usually means, but in a metaphorical sense. However something has happened, something has happened to him. It seems that he has had urges, ugly, primal, perverted urges. Urges that he must satisfy. He is to spread his Movement, and yet he only has one thing on his mind. After last week, where I think he sensed me, I must be more careful. I will be able to trail him better if things clear up, wait. He is speaking. I gotta jot some of this down. [/i][/b][/color] 1 and 1. Not a bad start to my career. But, I can’t help but constantly feel that the Rapist comments drove me to that win. Yes, iSav was quite the integral part of it. But, I felt more vicious, more precise, more sudden, more, well I don’t know. I guess I was just better. Is that what I needed to unleash Radicalization? Will I live my new namesake, just to realize my potential? I guess we’ll see tonight. I feel intrigued, yet disgusted at the same time. I can’t help but think that this is the night. The night this ends. The night that Chris Austin is no more, in a sense. Shit. He’s leaving. End Log. Fade out. Fade back into a Dallas area Wal-Mart. Chris has walked in, with a purposeful look on his face. He immediately heads toward the back area, walking slowly yet busily, checking out random females along the way. One in particular catches his eye. She’s around 5’8, medium-long black/brown hair, physically tight body, smallish breasts, shapely ass, beautiful face. Chris licks his lips in anticipation, but continues on, as if he snapping out of some trance. The female notices this, and blushes a bit, but tries to remain put-off. It is to no avail. They chat up a conversation, which ends in him getting a piece of paper with a number written on it. The following is the tail end of it. RCA: I am only in town for a few days, Got a match on VCW 1.4 if you’re interested in it. Female: Sounds nice. I wouldn’t mind checking it out, if say, someone got me a ticket. RCA: Straight to the point. I tell you what, jot down your number, and I’ll call you so you can come and pick it up. Female: OK. See you soon. RCA: If you say so. (smiles) Log. What is he doing? He has a match against Magnum at VCW 1.4. He hasn’t the time to get with females, his era can’t afford such distractions. Maybe, he has ulterior motives. Who Knows? No one really OH SHIT!(ducks behind a clothing rack, as Austin walks by carrying some random items) He almost saw me. Too close for comfort. Keep a safe distance and we’ll see what happens. [/i] RCA: Well, got everything I need here. Should be quite the night. Austin leaves, but not with out looking at his receipt and shortly after discarding it on the ground.Now what do we have here? MAG-Lite Flashlight, MAGNUM Trojan Condoms? The hell he needs this stuff for? I guess I’ll see later tonight. We see Austin enter a Dodge MAGNUM, and he drives off to an American Airlines Center-adjacent hotel, as the scene fades.Later that night………“Hey, it’s me, Thomas.” ……“Thomas MAGNUM? We met at Wal-Mart earlier.” ……..“Of course. You said you wanted a ticket, and I got you one.” ………“Cool. Now, Get a pen and paper, I need you to…Wait, do you know how to get to American Airlines Center?” ……“You do? Well never mind then. I tell you what, you go there, and I’ll handle the rest.” …..“No problem, right out front at 2 a.m.” Damn Austin purchased an out of view room. Luckily I bugged his phone during his time in the hospitial. As for 2 a.m.? Why that time? …..“I know it’s weird, but my asshole of a boss isn’t much for free tickets for his employees, and the few that do get the privilege get nosebleed seats. I want you……….to have the best in the house.” …..“No problem. Keep this between us, for my job’s sake. See you soon.” …..(click)RCA: Candy from a baby, now to get ready. Austin takes a shower, and gets dressed in an all black business/clubbing hybrid suit. He reaches into his travel bag, and pulls out a large handgun.RCA: (in his best ‘Dirty Harry’ voice) .44 MAGNUM, the most powerful handgun in the world. Well, not quite. I don’t like to brag, but I am packing major heat in my pants. She’ll find that out soon. MAG-lite? Condoms? MAGNUM handgun? “She’ll find that out soon”? He can’t be, no he wouldn’t. He can’t lose sight of the sheer magnitude of the importance of his mission. He is about to throw it all away, I must follow him. I must stop him. He not only jeopardizes himself, but also US. And I can not, and I will not have that. Boss will have my ass for it. RCA enters his rented Dodge MAGNUM, and drives off. A car with hidden plates tails him from quite a distanceI have to stop him, he can’t compromise our organization. It will be the end. The information that he could tap into at anytime is damning. We’d be jailed for life, no question. Wait, why is he heading to Fort Worth? DAMMIT!!!! This is 90 minutes away from where he’s supposed to be, where I am supposed to be.
(sound of numbers being entered into a phone)
“Sir, I think he is on to me.”
“How? There’s no way!”
“Somehow he did it, and considering what I think he’s about to do, it could be the worst thing ever.”
“That’s an understatement. Find him. He can’t jeopardize us. HE has too much at stake.”
“But he doesn’t know that.”
“He never will if you don’t regain your position back on his trail.”
“Will he even care?”
“Knowing him, probably not. But, enough of that, FIND HIM!! (click)” [/center] MEANWHILE…..RCA(looking into what looks to be a spy-like hidden camera): Well, well. Now it seems that it is all coming to fruition. Good thing I rented TWO Dodge MAGNUMS. What I am about to do can’t be traced back, and it won’t be. Now, Magnum, I expect you to be watching this before our match, so listen close. I know you are a very good competitor. I know this from observation first-hand. I once saw this just as an opportunity to cement myself here in VCW as one of the rising stars. But, after the trash talking we had, I have never felt such hatred for a man that I felt for you. You believe that you’re high and mighty because you are in the VCW World Title match at Crimson Dawn. You feel that you are my superior because you beat a man that I did not. Congratulations to that. I would say I’m proud, but I am not. I don’t have to be, and you don’t want me to be. Honestly, If I WAS proud of you, you’d have done something quite unbecoming, like I don’t know, RAPE. That brings me to my main point. As you can see, I am in the American Airlines Center’s parking lot. It’s 1:45 a.m. and some random Texas bitch is about to walk into the most emotionally scarring event of her life, her own rape. Sad, is it not? All she had to do was say “I am not interested in a free VCW ticket” or something to that effect. She didn’t. I wouldn’t have cared anyway, and it probably would have sped up this process. So, Magnum, here’s your front row ticket. Welcome to the show. Mind of a Radical Rapist Part 1: Enabling one to Run Wild [/u][/center] [/size] Female: Where is he? It’s 2:00 a.m. He should be here…..... Austin has been there the whole time, sitting on his rented Dodge MAGNUM about 15 feet from where the female is standing.RCA: Right about..........NOW!! Austin springs into action, slipping on a ski mask and grabbing the female by the neck from behind.Female: AHHh- RCA: What’s wrong? It’s me. MAGNUM. Did you think that your “free” ticket would come free? Nothing in life is free, and sometimes innocents have to pay the toll. Sadly, that’s the case for you. Female: No!! (elbows Austin, which to her terror, has little if any effect.) RCA: That wasn’t nice. Austin pulls out the .44 MAGNUM, and swings normally, striking the Female down where she stands. He picks her up by the hair, which is moistened with blood. He picks up the now despondent woman, and drags her to his Dodge MAGNUM. He strips her down until she is bottomless, and throws her on the hood of the car. He grabs the MAG-lite flashlight from the car, as she starts to come to. He takes the heavy flashlight, and drills her right into her toned midsection. He flicks on the light, and begins to speak.RCA: The beauty of this is the simple fact of the challenge. The chase is much more fun, and when you catch the prey, in this case you, you are that much more proud of your accomplishment. Female: P-p-please…….don’t…… RCA: I won’t stop. No need to worry about that. (shines light into her face) Now, I want you to see your maker. When you go to the police, possibly bleeding from your ass, sore pussy and all, you tell them that MAGNUM raped you. You tell them that MAGNUM was behind it all. You tell them MAGNUM broke your back against your wishes. You tell them my name. You tell them MAGNUM is responsible. Female: Noooooooooooooo!!! Austin flips her onto her stomach, and unzips his pants. He removes a MAGNUM condom, rips the wrapper open, slips on the protection, and violently thrusts into the her ass, despite her cries in pain and shame. This continues on for some time, and then is repeated into her pussy. All that can be heard is a woman’s faint cries, as we fade out. We fade back in at Austin sitting on the hood of the rented MAGNUM, and a camera shows the woman unconscious in the back seat. Austin sadistically smiles, and starts to speak.RCA: It’s a lot better when the victim doesn’t struggle, realizes what’s happening, tries to fight, and realizes it’s a lost cause. Such will be the case when I face you Magnum. I will destroy you at 1.4 Magnum, because of what YOU did to this woman on YOUR hood of the car named after YOU. It all adds up. Now, I know what your thinking. I was the one that knocked her silly. I was the one who did the deed. So why do I blame you? Because you drove me to it. You enabled me to take that woman’s soul. Radical Truth #69: “The Enabler is just as responsible as the
perpetrator. Why? It is because the Enabler either helped the
perpetrator, or stood by and did nothing. Either way, he did not
impede the perpetrator. If you do not impede the perpetrator
before he commits the crime, you enable it to happen, directly or
indirectly.”Magnum, you are the reason she will probably cut herself in life. Why she will die alone most likely. All I hear from you and the others is how I am sick, twisted, scum. How I don’t deserve to live on this earth. Well, I am not hiding. I am right here waiting for some one to step up to me, much like you didn’t. Christ just threw you in my way. But NO ONE has done it yet. NO ONE has tried to even attempt to change me. SO, as far as I am concerned, it is everyone else’s fault I am this way. Don’t expect me to change, I won’t. I like where I am at. Let them hate, so long as they fear. And they will fear me. Sooner or later. Everyone will be a victim, sooner or later. You are first up, Magnum, or if you prefer, Kenny. 1.4, consider it your burial ground. Nah, I won’t kill him. Defeat him, well yeah. Do you expect me to say “No, I can’t beat Magnum. He’s too good.” Come on now, I’ve already beaten Magnum. Austin moves his hand to the side, and picks up a used split condom specked with blood, semen, and vaginal secretions. He smirks at it, and flings the condom to the side.Damn condom broke on me. Some just like it rough like that. See you at 1.4, Magnum. The scene fades out, and into the bed of Austin, he is asleep, naked, with a smile on his face. He is not alone, and we see that the woman, also naked, nestled under his arm is the same woman in the dream. There are no scars, and it seems that everything was consensual. She awakes to his sleeping smile, and gently nudges him awake.Female: Hey stud. What makes you so happy? RCA: Just dreaming about you, beautiful. They kiss, and they start back at it again, while she whispers to him “Fuck the Shit out of me.” The camera fades out and there is nothing but darkness, and the same voice is heard.Log Report #2. It was just another day at the office for Austin. Luckily, he seemed a lot more calmer than last week, as if he has found a state of peace. I wonder what did it. Oh well, I feel sorry for that Magnum fellow at 1.4. Austin seems to be adamant in his intentions to defeat him. Magnum will be a challenge, I am sure of it. But, that’s for 1.4. Now, I wonder how Austin is dealing with those disparaging rumors floating around about him being a Rapist……..well, that’s for next time. Log Out. [/i] End.
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Post by kennithnoisewater on May 17, 2008 3:21:33 GMT -5
The scene fades in to Kennith Noisewater sitting on his hotel room bed. He picks up the phone and dials. Voice: Hello?Ken: Hey John its Ken. We have to talk. John: Kenny baby!! What’s up!!! Listen, the documentary looks great!! It’s the highest rated segment on the show right now!Ken: That’s great but… that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.John: What is it?Ken: Well…I don’t know how much longer I can go on with this. I mean…I just… I think some of the guys are starting to suspect something. I mean, don’t you think it’s kind of obvious when someone is just walking around with a camera following them the whole time? Plus, I never expected to be doing this well. John…I’m in a Heavyweight Title match at the PPV. If I’m found out…it could be the end of me.John: You’re just being paranoid Ken. Listen to me, this thing is GOLD!! You didn’t hear this from me, but I’ve been hearing local Emmy talks. Eh?! Eh?! Ken: That would be great but I was also thinking that… I don’t know.John: What is it?Ken: I think… I kind of like doing this.John: Oh yeah, I know what you mean. It’s always fun to sneak around and go undercover. Ken: No John. I mean, wrestling. I really think I’m starting to like this.John: What do you mean? You like getting your ass kicked night in and night out? You like, getting thrown around by overgrown steroid shooting guys?Ken: It’s much more than that. It gives me a chance to go out there and entertain people in a different way then I usually do. You have no idea how much of a rush 30,000 people screaming your name gives you. John: Ken, if you do this not only will it be career suicide, but suicide itself. You have to understand how much of a risk you’re putting yourself in. Ken: I put myself in that risk when I first took on this assignment. Have you been watching me out there? I just beat Exodus, a man who I have been terrified of since I first saw him. Sure he roughed me up a bit, but I still won.John: Maybe he was distracted?Ken: This guy doesn’t get distracted, he hurts people, that’s all. Look, I’ve been wrestling for only a few months and I haven’t lost yet. I have some real talent here. I think I could go far.John: Listen to me, you’re on a real high with this right now. You’re getting real lucky out there. Just wait a little while longer, we still have to finish this up. Think about it Kenny, do you want to continue an already astonishing journalism career? Or do you want to do this for three years and be in a wheel chair. You make the decision. I hope it’s the right one, for your sake. There is a knock now at the door. Ken gets up and opens it. Ken: Romeo? What are you doing here?Romeo: Bored, your room is next to mine. Ken: And…Romeo: I don’t know, what’s going on?Ken: Nothing…why are you here again?Romeo: Come on, lets go down to the bar and get a drink.Ken: But I…Romeo: Let’s go!Ken: All…Alright.Two hours, 6 beers, and 4 shots later Romeo McCoy and Kenneth Noi…I… I mean Magnum… sit at the hotel bar. Ken: Wow… this is the most fun I’ve ever had in my lives! Romeo: Lives?Ken: Lives… I mean life. So man, what happened in your match the other day man.Romeo: I got fucked Mags, fucked. I swear I hate Christ with a passion, I have a passion of hate…for the Christ. Jesus Christ, Christ is such a lunatic. He wants everyone to follow him, and do as he does. Christ is so fake, sooner or later one of his men is going to turn their back on him, then Christ will finally get what’s coming to him. He’s trying to be Hitler, but I think the Berlin Wall is already about to come down on him.Ken: You’re talking…about… Craig… right?Romeo: Yeah… who else would I be talking about?Ken: Beats me. Well fuck man, sooner or later shit’s bound to happen.Romeo: Yeah, but this fucking blows. I should be right there with you, but that fuck of a general manager found out that I have to take pills for my headaches and he kept me out of the tournament. Fucking shit head.Ken: So… you take…pills?Romeo: Yeah, some Vicadin here and there for these really fucking bad headaches I get. Ken: …Really.Romeo: Yeah, it fucking sucks, I’m just glad I have next show off, how bout you?Ken: I’m not off, I’m fighting Chris Austin.Romeo: Chris Austin? Who the hell is that?Ken: That’s exactly what I said. I think he’s some jobber that…Romeo: OH THE RAPIST?!?!?!? THAT GUY IS SUCH A FUCKING TOOL!!Ken: I know man, he gets called out for being a rapist, and then accepts it? What a fucking douche bag. Romeo: You know why he’s a rapist right?Ken: HA! Cuz the only way he gets any pussy is by forcing a girl into it!!Romeo: HAHAHAHA!!! Ken: HAHAHAHA!!! It’s fucking hilarious, because he really wants to be Eric Ares but he can’t get any to save his fucking life, not only that, but he isn’t smart, or clever, or….well…useful. It’s fucking mind bottling.Romeo: Yeah, I know what you mean. But man, fucking… speaking of bottles…now this…this is serious now man. A lot of people are talking…and there’s a rumor that someone in VCW… they don’t know if it’s a fucking wrestler, or a fucking uhh…referee or what. But someone has been going through people’s things in the locker room, some of the guys think that there’s…some kind of…snitch or something. They think he’s trying to find drugs or some shit.Ken:…R…REALLY?! How…how do they know?Romeo: There were some guys who have had prescriptions misplaced, and bags open with all their shit messed up. Things like that.Ken: That’s crazy man. I hope they catch this guy…Romeo: Yeah…I would hate to be that guy when he gets caught.Ken: Uhm…why…why is that?Romeo: Put it this way. That beating that Exodus gave you last week, would be like a massage compared to what this guy’s gonna get.Ken: …Damn bro. Well fuck man, its been nice, but its getting late. I better get going now.Romeo: But you didn’t…Ken: Send the bill to my room!!Romeo: Pay…The scene changes and a now panicking Kenneth Noisewater goes back into his room and gets on the phone once again. John: Hello?Ken: They fucking know man, they fucking know!!! We have to call this whole thing off right now!! They know something is up and they’ll kill me!!! John: Ken? Kenny! Slow down Ken, slow yourself down. Now what’s the problem?Ken: I was just out having some drinks with one of the guys, and he told me that some people were talking about some guy who’s been going through their things and that they think that he’s some kind of snitch trying to find shit out about them and that when they find out who it is that they’re basically going to beat him to death. I’M THE FUCKING GUY JOHN, THEY’RE GOING TO BEAT ME!!!John: Ken… man get ahold of yourself. No one is going to find out. Besides, this thing will be long over before they ever even come close to finding you out.Ken: I don’t know about this John. John: Well you’re in too deep right now to quit. Say you do, then there is no finish to a half complete documentary that is highly regarded as the best segment on our news program right now. And if you quit now, your precious fans will be let down, and everyone will be pissed at you and you’ll get beat to death anyways. Ken: I don’t know…I’m starting to get a little scared about this whole situation.John: What happened the last time you were scared of something huh?Ken: Well…I…kicked his ass.John: Exactly! A great man once said “There’s nothing to fear but fear it self.” Ken: Yeah!John: Yeah. Now go get some sleep. Rest yourself. Ken: Alright. Thanks. Bye.John: ByeKenneth hangs up the phone with a new sense of confidence, he then quickly falls over onto his bed and passes out. The scene fades out. We fade back in as Kenneth Noisewater is now walking down the street. Ken: God damn it’s a nice night. No clouds in the sky, stars for miles. Nothing could possibly put a damper on this night…Woman’s Voice: RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPE!!!!!!!!!Ken: WHAT THE FUCK!?1 hour earlier, at a bar…somewhere. Chris: Hey there sexy. You wanna come back to my one room apartment and play hide the 8 ball?Lady: Ew! Who the fuck do you think you are? Bouncer: Is there a problem here miss?Lady: Yeah! This loser, keeps grabbing me, and telling me to come with him. Chris: That is not true, she wants me.Bouncer: Sir please leave.Chris: Fuck that! I’m not leaving without a fight!!30 seconds later Chris: Fucker cheated!! Cheap shot, and how dare she turn me down! Bitch. I’ll fucking show her.1 hour later the woman begins walking to her car, Chris Austin interjects Chris: Excuse me miss…I don’t mean to be rude. But do ya suck balls?Woman: What the…you again?Chris: Look, I really think that if you come with me I can show you a great time.Woman: NO!!Chris Austin then grabs the woman by the hair and covering her mouth he then drags her over and shoves her in his car and drives off . Suddenly a few blocks later the car stops as the door flies open. Woman: RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPE!!!!!!!!!Ken: WHAT THE FUCK!? Is that Austin? That son of a bitch, he really is a rapist. Mother fucker.Cyrus: Magnum, now running over to Austin’s car. He’s reaching in and…HE’S WAILING ON HIM WITH HIS LEFTS AND RIGHTS!!! SoL: He is beating the holy hell out of The Radical! Cyrus:Magnum now pulls Austin out of the car and still continues to deliver rights and lefts to the head of Chris Austin!! He is now busted opened and bleeding from the nose!! SoL: This one is getting ugly folks, truly hard to watch right now, and Austin finally collapses onto the ground! Cyrus: He’s still trying to get up! He is to his knee’s crawling towards Magnum! But what is this…MAGNUM OPENS THE CAR DOOR AND NAILS AUSTIN IN THE HEAD WITH IT. THIS ONE IS OVER FOLKS!!!! Sol: He is out cold Cyrus!!! Woman: Magnum! You saved me!! Not only from being raped but from millions of possible diseases and horrible cologne!!Ken: Anything for a beautiful woman like yourself.Woman: Oh Magnum, Chris Austin’s 4 inch cock couldn’t have done anything to please me. Take me now and show me what a real man is all about!!Magnum gives a wink and a smile to the camera and the scene fades out. Now back to real life. Kenneth Noisewater wakes up Ken: Wha!? What the fuck? Goddamn I have a headach…and I have to…Ken runs to the bathroom and faint sounds of vomiting are heard as the scene fades to black. We fade back in as we go backstage. Director: Magnum!! How are ya kid?Ken: Well, I’m actually prepared.Director: Good, good. Get on your spot, lets see what you got.Ken: I’m ready when you are.Director: Three, two, one, ACTION!!Ken: Chris Austin. You walk around here sporting an attitude and an ego just like every other person in VCW. You sure can talk a good game but the real question is, can you back up what you’ve been saying? I’m going to tell you pure and simple, YOU DON’T HAVE WHAT IT TAKES!! You come in here, and you pride yourself on being a rapist!? You plan to rape VCW for all it’s worth. Rape is a sign of desperation, and when people are desperate, they tend to make mistakes. I had a dream Chris, that one day all rapist’s would get what is coming to them. And what happens when dreams become reality Chris? Well… you’ll find out in a few minutes now won’t you?
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Post by Mortus on May 17, 2008 14:55:45 GMT -5
A figure stood in the center of a dark room, his long blond hair cascading over a plastic Guy Fawks mask he wore. Apart from this mask; the figure was completely naked; his body riddled with bullet wounds; his wrists and ankles bound by chains attached to the floor.
Shapes began to move from out of the shadows; figures. Men, women, children.
All dressed just as if they worked for Donald Trump; their suits and ties, their skirts and blouses, all fine pressed, immaculate.
Their faces though; gone.
A question Mark floated above where their necks should be. And though these figures were without eyes, they were staring at the central figure...
These figures, these Anonymous closed in as a new figure cut through their ranks; a man, pressumably, consistant of nothing but a sickly green light wrapped in a white, ragged robe.
It's eyeless gaze drilled into the central figure...? - It's time...[/color] The light-creatures talons tore into it's own face, rending 'flesh' away to reveal a new face; that of David Miscavige, the head of the Church of Scientology.
The Anonymous figures also seemed to tear away their Question Mark masks, revealing their faces; all of whom being Scientologists, from the famous Tom Cruise to the fairly unknown Chris Wrapson of Birmingham, England.
These figures reached out, ripping the mask from the bound, naked, central figure...
Of course, revealing John Dunn...David Miscaviage - It's time to pay for your crimes...[/color] The robed creature, this replica of David Miscaviage, reached out for John's face; John screamed...FUCK.
I woke up in a cold sweat. The same dream; the same nightmare I've been having ever since I started protesting...
Each night, it gets worse and worse. More detailed. Of course, there are minor changes each night, but the underlaying message is always the same, always clear...
I didn't need to be dealing with this; I'm stretching myself far too thin. It's not like I'm at war with just one Enemy anymore...
It's not just an evil, corrupt 'church' that I have to contend with now.
My own employer is the enemy.
Craig Christ.
It wouldn't surprise me if the bastard decided to go spend OUR paychecks on the OT III course just to fuck with us.
Us, of course, being the Phases; myself, Hookton, Anon and Sam & Max, of course...
He's already pit us against each other...
I knew I had to turn to someone about this; Anon, the Twins and Hookton had their own issues to deal with regarding One point Four...
My Brother was off playing General Manager, not that I'd tell him that I was having bad dreams...
But there was someone that I had always trusted, someone who I was quite close to; even moreso now then ever...
It was the dead of night, but it was worth a shot...
I reached for the phone, still trembling from what had plagued my sleep...Sarah - Hello?[/color] John - 'Sup bitch; hope I didn't wake you or some shit?[/color] Sarah - Oh no, I just got off the phone with Matthew, actually.[/color] John - Matthew, aye? Shit girl, he gets fucking pissed with me for calling him Matt; it's Mortus or Bro' for fucking me, otherwise I get it in the fucking neck.[/color] Sarah - You must remember, you're not sleeping with him...[/color] John - So not fucking worth it, chica. What with his Zombie gimmick and all that shit? That's borderline Necro-fucking-philia, surely...[/color] Sarah - John, that's horrible. If that's what 4chan does to the Human thought process, I'd seriously consider cutting back...[/color] John - Ha. You know I'm only kidding with ya Chica. But my offer of a night out with a real man is still good if you want a night away from Matthew, the Twat...[/color]
We carried out the same bullshit small talk we always did, as always, I ripped on my older brother, and she said I needed to grow up.
It was proceedure, simple enough.
After awhile, I went into detail about explaining my nightmares; which Sarah was quite interested in hearing; which honestly surprised me.
I was expecting understanding, and an explaination, but not to be quizzed on ever exact detail, which, may I add, was crystal clear; always had been.
It made me jump when I first saw Mortus after the first dream; the guy needs to stop wearing his ring attire everywhere, I swear.
But the explaination soon occured; Sarah suspects I'm getting to into my own shit, to quote her directly; and that I'm more scared about the See-Oh-Esses fair game policy then I let on.
That I need a break...
John - Fuck that. You know what I'm going to do? I'm just going to kick the ever living shit out of Christ at 1.4 instead.Sarah - And what will that achieve..?[/color] John - Ain't no fucking pussy-whipped-Cultist-hired-Pee-FUCKING-Eye gonna track a genuine-balls-to-the-wall-kick-ass-mother-fucking-hard-knock, are they?[/color] Sarah - You're a complete knob. Remember Christ is the guy that signs our paychecks...[/color] John - I'll buy him a stamp with his signature; no worries. Thanks for this Sarah, kiss kiss, and all that bollocks you fucking bitches feed on.[/color] Sarah - It amazes me that your sex life consists of one night stands you pick up at bars when you treat women like that, honestly.[/color] John - Fuck your Sarcasm. Suck a cock. 'Night chica.[/color] A figure stood in the center of a dark room, his long blond hair cascading over a plastic Guy Fawks mask he wore. Apart from this mask; the figure was completely naked; his body riddled with bullet wounds; his wrists and ankles bound by chains attached to the floor.
Shapes began to move from out of the shadows; figures. Men, women, children.
All dressed just as if they worked for Donald Trump; their suits and ties, their skirts and blouses, all fine pressed, immaculate.
Their faces though; gone.
A question Mark floated above where their necks should be. And though these figures were without eyes, they were staring at the central figure...
These figures, these Anonymous closed in as a new figure cut through their ranks; a man, pressumably, consistant of nothing but a sickly green light wrapped in a white, ragged robe.
It's eyeless gaze drilled into the central figure...? - It's time...[/color] The light-creatures talons tore into it's own face, rending 'flesh' away to reveal a new face; that of Craig Christ, the owner of Vendetta Championship Wrestling.
The Anonymous figures also seemed to tear away their Question Mark masks, revealing their faces; all of whom being Scientologists, from the famous Tom Cruise to the fairly unknown Chris Wrapson of Birmingham, England.
These figures reached out, ripping the mask from the bound, naked, central figure...
Of course, revealing John Dunn...Craig Christ - You're really fucked now, Joanne...[/color] The robed creature, this replica of Craig Christ, reached out for John's face; however, four of the faces hiding in the crowd reached out and held him back; Anon Ehmus, Hookton, Sam & Max. A fifth, mysterious figure; another energy being, this time formed of a brilliant shade of Gold cut through the masses, knocking the Tom Cruise's and Chris Wrapson's aside before sinking into John himself...
The chains snapped as John's face distorted; his eyes buldging, his mouth opening wide...John - I'mma Charging Mah Laz0r...[/color] Craig Christ - Oh shiii---[/color] John - I'mma Firing Mah Laz0r...[/color] SHOOP DA WHOOP! The Scientologists as well as Craig Christ were washed away by the resulting wave of energy, describable only as 'John's Laz0r,' leaving John and the rest of the Phases standing tall...
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Post by Great Nodnarb on May 18, 2008 0:27:34 GMT -5
(The Great Nodnarb is seen pacing back and forth in his locker room.)
Nodnarb: Why do I have to face this crazy iSav guy? Come on, who doesn’t capitalize their name with the first letter? Damn it, you have to capitalize I even when it is by itself. I’ll admit that I’m a little afraid of iSav. I heard he killed somebody. Killing somebody is not a great thing to do. What if he tries to kill me? I can’t take this. I think I might quit and drop out of this match.
Courage: Heroes never quit.
Nodnarb: Courage, what are you doing here?
Courage: I’m here to tell you that with great power comes great responsibility. I came up with that line.
Nodnarb: Wasn’t that Spiderman’s Uncle Ben who said that?
Courage: Yeah, but I gave them the idea.
Nodnarb: Okay, I believe you.
Courage: Now, we must figure out a way to beat iSav.
Nodnarb: We could cheat.
Courage: I don’t like cheating.
Nodnarb: All great people cheat.
Courage: No, they don’t.
Nodnarb: That’s not what they told me at The School of Greatness.
Courage: It sounds like all you great people are cheaters.
Nodnarb: We may be. Us great people will do anything to win. If that includes cheating, we don’t care.
Courage: That is not the right thing to do.
Nodnarb: I don’t care. If it allows me to win, I will cheat. Don’t be surprised if I try to cheat you at Crimson Dawn in the triple threat match.
Courage: It looks like I might have to stop two villains then.
Nodnarb: I’m not a villain, I’m just a great cheater.
Courage: I can’t take this. I’m out of here. (Courage leaves.)
Nodnarb: That guy will never no what it’s like to be great.
(Nodnarb hears a knock on his door.)
Nodnarb: Who could that be?
(Nodnarb opens the door to see a body bag and a note.)
Nodnarb: What the hell? (Nodnarb starts to read the note.) Nodnarb, I will rip out your heart and watch you bleed to death, iSav. Well, that doesn’t sound great. I’m pretty scared right now.
(Somebody knocks on the door again.)
Nodnarb: Not again. (Nodnarb opens the door and The Great Master is standing there.) The Great Master! (Nodnarb kneels before The Great Master.) What are you doing here?
Master: I thought I would check on my favorite student.
Nodnarb: Really?
Master: Yeah, but he wasn’t home and I knew you were in the area.
Nodnarb: Well, at least I’m not your least favorite student.
Master: That would be The Great Khali.
Nodnarb: Yeah, he never even finished the course. He just thought since he was a giant that he was great.
Master: It takes more than size to be great. You have great potential, Nodnarb. You just have to capitalize on it.
Nodnarb: But how? How do I beat this iSav guy?
Master: You could always cheat.
Nodnarb: That’s my number 1 option.
Master: That’s why we are great.
Nodnarb: This guy said he would rip my heart out though.
Master: What the hell kind of wrestler is this?
Nodnarb: One that is fucking crazy.
Master: You might want to reconsider this profession.
Nodnarb: I thought about that myself.
Master: I always thought that you should have been an actor.
Nodnarb: Really?
Master: Yeah, but you would have to lose the mask.
Nodnarb: Are you kidding? I never take off this mask. I shower with this thing on.
Master: Well, at least you shower. What were we talking about again?
Nodnarb: Something about the iPhone, I think.
Master: No, it was about that guy you had to fight.
Nodnarb: Okay, I remember. My match against iSav.
Master: Was he the crazy guy?
Nodnarb: Yeah.
Master: Nodnarb, maybe we should teach you to rip people’s hearts out.
Nodnarb: Sounds kind of messy.
Master: When you are great, you do messy things. Come on, let’s go.
(The Great Master takes The Great Nodnarb to a farm.)
Master: You see this cow, Nodnarb.
Nodnarb: Yes.
Master: Now, you will stick your hand right through its heart.
Nodnarb: Where exactly is the heart on a cow?
Master: I don’t know. Just keep going until you find it.
Nodnarb: Okay.
(Nodnarb punches the cow but his hand doesn’t go through.)
Nodnarb: I can’t punch hard enough.
Master: That can be a problem. Here take this knife.
Nodnarb: You want me to stab it. I don’t want to hurt it.
Master: What the hell do you think you were doing before?
Nodnarb: Oh, good point. Fine, give me the knife.
Master: Here you go.
Nodnarb: Here goes nothing. (Nodnarb stabs the cow until he finally pulls out the heart.) Well, that wasn’t too hard. I think I could do this to a human now.
Master: Yeah, you might not want to do that.
Nodnarb: But I thought you wanted me to do this to iSav.
Master: I just made you kill the cow so I could have some steak.
Nodnarb: You’re an asshole. I’m out of here.
Master: Aren’t you going to help me get this cow out of here.
Nodnarb: Nope. (Nodnarb and The Great Master leave and the farmer who owns the cow shows up.)
Farmer: Aliens!!! They killed another one of my cows.
(Back to Nodnarb and The Great Master)
Master: Do you think you have that killer instinct now?
Nodnarb: When it comes to killing cows, then yes.
Master: I can’t believe you didn’t let me make that cow into steak.
Nodnarb: I didn’t know you were great at making cows into steak.
Master: When you are The Great Master, you are great at everything.
Nodnarb: When are you going to help me find The Ultimate Master.
Master: I was going to help you until you didn’t let me have my steak.
Nodnarb: Sure.
(A knock on the door is heard.)
Nodnarb: Another knock? (Opens the door to see a bucket of blood and a note.) Nodnarb, after our match I will have a bucket full of your blood., iSav.
Master: Sucks to be you.
Nodnarb: What do you mean? Aren’t you going to help me prepare some more.
Master: No, you didn’t let me have any steak.
Nodnarb: You want some steak. How about instead I kick your ass?
Master: You can’t hurt The Great Master. I am indestructible.
Nodnarb: Why don’t you wrestle then?
Master: I don’t have to. When you are as great as me, you know you can be the best at anything.
Nodnarb: Really?
Master: Yes, and one day you might know how it feels to be as great as me.
Nodnarb: I can’t imagine being that great.
Master: Yes, it is the greatest rush in the world. But one day, you will be this great.
Nodnarb: I can’t wait.
Master: Now this iSav guy says he will make you bleed. You need to make him bleed.
Nodnarb: If only this was a first blood match.
Master: It would definitely make the match more interesting.
Nodnarb: I will cut this bastard open. I will fill my own bucket full of his blood. I will beat iSav at 1.4 and I will beat him and Courage at Crimson Dawn. It will be considered two of the greatest days in the history of VCW. The moment The Great Nodnarb becomes pure greatness.
Master: That is the spirit. You need that anger. You need the confidence. You need greatness to succeed in VCW.
Nodnarb: Yes. When I’m done with iSav, he won’t be called iSav anymore. They will call him iSuck. I am great and I will prove it by beating iSav.
Master: Yeah, that is great and all. But I want my steak.
Nodnarb: You’re a great pain in the ass.
Master: I told you I was great at everything.
Nodnarb: You are great but iSav or should I say iSuck is not great. He will not beat me. At 1.4 I will beat him. It will be a great moment in wrestling history and did I mention that it would be GREAT!!!!!
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Post by bmore on May 19, 2008 8:07:08 GMT -5
Bmore vs. 13
Great Nodnarb vs. iSav
Sanguine Title Match Preview Andrew Carpenter and Cain Ravid vs. Gregory Best and Benedict Phoenix
Chris Austin vs. Magnum
Match for Hookton's Spot * Thomas Hookton vs. Sam & Max With Anon Ehmus as special guest referee
Crimson Dawn Main Event Preview Eric Ares vs. Sir Feyd Brisbane
Craig Christ vs. John Dunn
guys who havnt posted, sorry but i gotta cast my votes now.
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Post by Ro on May 20, 2008 1:59:55 GMT -5
Time to start voting, people, you can just edit votes for those who haven't promoed yet. So, my votes are subject to change. Vendetta Championship Wrestling 1.4 Live from the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas Bmore vs. 13 Great Nodnarb vs. iSav Sanguine Title Match Preview Andrew Carpenter and Cain Ravid vs. Gregory Best and Benedict PhoenixChris Austin vs. Magnum Match for Hookton's Spot * Thomas Hookton vs. Sam & Max With Anon Ehmus as special guest referee Crimson Dawn Main Event Preview Eric Ares vs. Sir Feyd Brisbane Craig Christ vs. John DunnBecause I hate Christ.
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Post by Austin on May 20, 2008 2:15:06 GMT -5
BMore
Great Nodnarb
Carpenter/Ravid vs. Best/Phoenix
Chris Austin
Thomas Hookton
Eric Ares (LMFAO!!!)
John Dunn
SUBJECT TO CHANGE!!(Except Chris Austin)
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Post by Craig Christ on May 20, 2008 11:41:00 GMT -5
THE TESTIMONY OF CRAIG CHRIST PART II: THE ESSENCE OF POWER At the forefront of a person’s power you will always find three things – Political associations, wealth and the ability to motivate those around him. Ken RyansCraig Christ is sitting in his Elizabethan style mansion, going through paperwork from the past 3 VCW shows. He scowls occasionally, while writing notes in a notebook to his left. This continues for several minutes, until he finally turns towards a woman sitting to his left. “You know, I really don’t see why we’re paying our roster as much as we do”, Craig said sulkily. “Isn’t there some strings you can pull, Jane?” The woman tried to compose herself before replying. “Craig, the expenses are necessary”, Jane began. “You can’t very well pay them any less. You have to compensate them for the risk factor as well as their potential overness. Wrestling is a business, Craig, and like any business, if you take care of your employees they’ll take care of you.” “Yeah, I’m sure John Dunn is just bustling with optimism to take care of me”, Craig replied sarcastically. “How much are we paying him?” Jane flips through the small file she’s carrying, before finally pulling out John Dunn’s records. “Well, according to this… we’re paying him the meager sum of $120 000 a year, our general startup package. That, of course, is excluding airline costs, hotel reservations, press conferences and he receives a 5% merchandise fee for any Dunn related products we sell.” Craig’s jaw gaped. “$120 000 a year? We pay for his airline costs, hotel reservations, press conferences and on top of that he receives 5% of merchandise sales? Good god! How much has he actually earned us?” “It’s difficult to tell, Craig”, Jane replied. “You see, being a startup company, we cannot effectively measure profits until we’re at least into our mid-year point. However, merchandising sales have been doing well, since he carries the Dunn surname.” Craig gave her a scowl. “I want you to cut down on his salary”, Craig said, sitting forward and looking Jane directly in the eye. “He has a contract, Craig”, Jane began, but was quickly interrupted. “I don’t care. Invent something to circumvent the system. Make up a lie. Call it a necessary ‘tax enforcement’. Call it a deposit of interest. Just do something. I want his pay cut. I want him needing this federation to stay afloat. I want to make his life, hell.” Jane frowned and seemed to be growing angry. “You can’t expect me to do that. I’m an Auditor, Mr. Ryans. I run your monetary matters for you and then I report those figures to the government. I refuse to break the law and as a matter of fact, I feel compelled to report this to the authorities.” She stood up, making as if to leave, but Craig grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her back. “Mr. Christ, you’re hurting me”, she said matter of factly. “Am I now?” Craig almost spat back. “Listen up, Jane. You’re going to do exactly as I say from here on out. You will manipulate the figures to bring down Dunn’s cash flow. You will manipulate VCW’s tax figures to the point where it looks like we’re a non-profit organization and the government can’t get their grubby hands on my money. You will not report this to the authorities.” “Mr. Christ, let go of me!” she said once again, but some of the spark had gone out of her eyes, and she was clearly afraid now. “I will tell you why you are going to help me”, Craig said, smirking. “Your sister, Julie, is also an accountant, I understand. It has come to my attention that she has helped embezzle a rather large amount of money for Thorndyke industries, as well as helped them hide the promiscuous amount of money laundory they perform.” He took a file from the inside of his jacket and handed it to her. “Read for yourself.” Jane was clearly uncertain now, opening up the file and scanning through it. About halfway through she stopped and looked up at Craig. Her eyes had an almost defeated look to them. Craig laughed. “Now I will give you one more opportunity”, Craig said slowly, as if talking to a child. “Help me do this, or I will send your sister to jail for life. I will personally make sure she gets put in a cell with some of the worst convicts in the reformation industry and things will not go well for her. What’s your answer?” It took her quite a number of minutes to reply and when she did, it seemed like a mere croak. “Yes”, she said softly. “Good”, Craig said. “Now, go down on me.” “What?” she said, the spark clearly igniting in her once more. She drew her hand back and slapped Craig heavily across the face. He looked back at her, his face a mask of contorted anger. “I wouldn’t do that ever again…” he began, but she slapped him once more. It was only an instant, his hand shot out like a streak of light. The next thing she knew she was on the ground, her lips busted open and a welt on her cheek. Craig stared down at her. “Remember your sister”, Craig said to her and pulled her up by the hair, forcing her to take him through her bruised and broken lips. *** The limo pulled into the VCW Makeshift Arena. Craig Christ was dressed in a business suit, glancing out at the arena with a smile on his face. To his right sat Jane Daleson, his newest accountant and potentially, his latest victim. She had a pair of sunglasses on, and if one watched closely they would spot the over-abundance of makeup, which concealed her bruises of the previous day. The limo drew to a halt with a jerk. The jerk got out. “These arenas all look precisely similar, you know?” Craig said to Jane conversationally. Although he could not see her face, he surmised she was glaring at him from behind those sunglasses. “I wouldn’t know”, she replied sulkily. “I suggest you cheer up”, Craig said back to her. “You are my property now. You are to accompany me around. Be my girlfriend. Keep me happy.” He almost added ‘Or else your sister goes to jail’, but didn’t bother. She wasn’t dumb. She got the message. “I trust you’ve made the changes to Dunn’s financial figures?” “Yes”, she replied, and her voice was barely audible. “Good”, Craig said, pretending not to notice. “Do you know what are the three positions of power, dear Jane?” “No”, she said, her voice still low. “Ask me what they are, Jane”, Craig said in his patronizing ‘I’m talking to a child voice’. Jane kept her anger intact, because she had learned that it did not help to be angry. Anger only led to pain in this relationship. “What are they, Craig?” she whispered. “The three things that make up power are political associations, financial status and the ability to motivate those around you. Now, look at me. I am clearly at the forefront of power. I know people in the right places, which is why I got this job in the first place. I have political associations with every unsavory character from here to Afghanistan. Financial status – I was a billionaire before I even got this job. But there is always more money to be had. Money is power. And finally, I motivate those around me to do my bidding. I assemble superstars in VCW by my presence alone. They scratch my back, I give them title shots. It’s quite simple. Don’t you agree?” This time Jane did remain silent, and kept walking alongside Christ. “I said don’t you agree?” he repeated, his tone growing sharper this time. “Yes, Craig”, she said. “Splendid”, he replied mockingly. “Now, let us consider John Dunn for a moment. What does he have? He has the same attributes that I just described, only by far lesser degrees. We have already started the movement to block him financially. Now only political associations and surrounding motivation remain to be destroyed. I do believe that when this is all over, John’s career will be… Dunn?” Craig laughed at his own little joke and then looked at Jane patiently. His grip on her arm increased. She laughed, forcing out the word, making it sound like a cough. “Really, Jane”, Craig said mockingly. “You shouldn’t have laughed. That was a very lame joke.” They reached Craig’s office and he motioned for her to enter. She took a seat on one of the couches and Craig walked over to the widescreen television, placing a cassette inside it. “Step two of my glorious plan, you see is to show him that this is personal”, Craig said. “You see, for me, this is all just a game. I toy with his emotions, I make his anger boil to the surface… I make him betray his very nature. John Dunn wishes to be ‘Anonymous’, yet I will make him synonymous. This isn’t personal, this is business. Yet John will not see it as such. This is some video footage I prepared for him.” Craig walks and takes a seat next to Jane, pressing the button on the remote. The video footage starts playing. The scene opens to the backstage locker room area. Sarah La Fee Verte is walking through the hallway, pausing every now and again to greet a fellow co-worker. A voiceover starts talking. Christ:[/color] Hello John. I trust you are preparing yourself for our match, are you not? The camera zooms in on Sarah’s face as she smiles and speaks to the camera man. She looks happy… content. Christ:[/color] Sarah. She is your brother’s prized possession, is she not? I don’t know the level of emotion you feel for her, though. But I suppose that you would want harm to come to such an innocent creature. Look to her left. The camera pans in to the left, revealing the figure of Chris Austin, skulking behind some boxes, eyeing Sarah attentively. Christ:[/color] Yes, little brother of the Dunn clan, I did. I asked Chris Austin to keep a little eye on old Sarah. He happily obligued. You see, if you did not know, Chris Austin recently revealed a rather secretive, sultry bit of his nature. He admitted himself to being a rapist. If at first you thought this was a cheap way to get heel heat, it is not. Every word of it was true. And I gathered him to keep special attention to good old Sarah. Sarah finishes her conversation with the camera man and continues walking. Chris follows her through the hallway, silently stalking her. Christ:[/color] I gave young Austin some promises. You see, he knows that if you do not side with me, you get burnt. He knows that the smartest course of action is to align himself with me. He knows what is good for him. And he gladly took this mission. As Sarah walks, she suddenly seems to notice she’s being followed. She stops and glances back, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Chris stops in his tracks behind a doorway, waiting for her to continue moving. Finally, after several minutes, she seems content that her mind was playing tricks on her and keeps walking. Christ:[/color] Now, little Dunn… what do you think Chris Austin will do to her. Remember Keiran Halycon? Remember his grave defilement of her? I remember the rage in Mortus’ eyes. I remember how he loathed Keiran. And Halycon was never truly as evil as I was. What do you think I told Chris Austin to do? Do you think I told him just to simply defile her? Might that be an understatement? Perhaps I told him to render her unable to walk. Think about it for a second. Once again Sarah stops in mid-track, glancing back. Chris Austin does not have time to conceal himself now. Sarah spots him, glancing only for a moment, before turning and running. Austin runs up, grabbing hold of her hair and stopping her in midtrack. Christ:[/color] What happens now, Dunn? Filled with rage yet? Filled with emotion? Yes, let that rage boil over. The uncertainty is gnawing at you, isn’t it? I know you consulted poor Sarah before the match. I know she gave you advice. Perhaps you should be more careful with who you associate with. Because I will not stop at anything to gain the upperhand. You, of all people, should know this. Watch this next bit closely… Austin flings Sarah to the ground, towering over her. Tears are streaming down the young ladies face now, as he pleads with Austin to stop. He grimaces and gets on top of her… and then simply gives her one kiss and gets up, walking away. Sarah continues sobbing for several moments, before getting up and quickly running out. Christ:[/color] Yes, Dunn, I told Chris Austin to merely scare her. But I could have gone much further. Much, MUCH further. In a sense, you should thank me. Although, Sarah wouldn’t think too kindly of you getting her into this predicament. You see, I’m not a bad person for what I just did. You are a bad person. You placed her in this situation and it would be your doing if any bad were to happen to her. You will fall, Dunn. You and the Phaces will all fall, the mysterious voice will go with you. I have managed to halve your monetary value in this company, I have shown you what I can do to your political associations. Yes, Dunn, you are almost powerless. 1.4 will render you completely incapacitated. The video stops playing. Tears are flowing down Jane’s face now as she glances at Craig. “You monster”, she says and turns her face away from him. “You do me too much credit, my lady”, Craig says and laughs. “That tape was sufficient, wasn’t it? I think it will cause Dunn to rethink some of his strategies. You see, little Jane, I don’t lose. I never lose at anything. Even if I have to rig the dice, count the cards… or even harming a woman. I do what we have to do to win.” “Monster”, Jane muttered once more, before adding, “that poor woman.” “Poor woman?” Craig said. “I like the sound of that. We should give her a pay deduction. Put it down to her vocal strength not being as good. Say she doctored her auditions or something. Do you understand?” “Yes”, Jane whispered once more, looking at the ground. “Good. Now, there lies only one more area in which to attack our friend Dunn. Let’s see how we can maneuver this.” *** The telephone rang only twice before it was picked up.
“Hello?” the voice of Thomas Hookton answered.
“Mr. Hookton? Mr. Thomas Hookton?” a voice asked.
“Yes, this is Thomas Hookton?”
“Your girlfriend was hit by a car this afternoon.”
“Oh god”, Hookton said, clearly distraught. “Is she okay?”
“I’m afraid she’s dead.”
“Mr. Hookton?” the voice asked, but there was only silence on the other end. “Mr. Hookton, are you there?”
Yet Hookton’s face was a pallour of shock, drained of all color, as he struggled to cope with the harsh reality.
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“I think we’ve been had, Max”, Sam said, glaring at the run-down neighbourhood.
“Relax, the guy said he’d meet me here”, Max replied. “He was very cute.”
“You know I don’t like this”, Sam said. “It feels like I’m cheating.”
“You’re not cheating”, Max said happily. “Just close your eyes and pretend you’re not here.” Max glanced at his watch. “He should’ve been here by now.”
“You don’t have to sleep with every stranger you meet, Max!” Sam said, almost hoping that Max would just drop it and leave for home. He knew that it would not be the case.
“Of course I don’t have to”, Max said, “but I want to!”
A thin, sightly woman approached from the side, stroking the Siamese twins’ arm.
“Hello there”, she said. “Want to have some fun.”
“We’re actually here to meet someone”, Max said, and then continued, “but I suppose we have some time to kill… Sure. Fun sounds good.”
Flashlights suddenly illuminated the area and a harsh voice yelled out.
“Freeze! You are all under arrest!”
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Anon Ehmus sat at his hotel room, when there was a loud knock. He approached the door and glancing through the window-hole, he noticed a hotel employee standing there. Carefully, he pulled the door open and glanced out at the man.
“Yes?” Anon asked.
“There is a parcel for you from an anonymous sender, Mr. Ehmus”, the hotel employee said and handed the parcel over. “Just sign here, please.” Anon glanced at the parcel suspiciously, but signed nonetheless. The hotel employee left with his clipboard, leaving Anon alone. He tore open the parcel and glanced inside.
For a moment he was frozen in shock. The parcel contained a picture of Hostyle’s father in his hospital room, with the words ‘I know what you did, Anon’ scrawled on it.
Anon dropped the photo and glanced around, seeing ghosts in the shadows.*** Craig paused to smile at Jane once more. “You see? I just played mindgames with every single member of the Phaces without even breaking a sweet. Hookton’s girlfriend is fine. Although I do believe he won’t much appreciate the gesture of the ill news I gave to him. It is… symbolical. Sam & Max will have to spend the night in prison… and Anon… oh, well, I just like making people paranoid.” “Craig… stop… don’t tell me anymore”, Jane said, and Craig noticed she had started crying again. “I can’t take this anymore.” “What?” Craig said, clearly annoyed. “Don’t you appreciate the magnitude of my evilness?” “Craig… you… you’re a terrible person… and… I hate you!” “Do you?” Craig asked. “Witness this last act and then decide how you want to proceed.” The camera crew had finished setting up their equipment and Craig stepped towards the camera. The camera man stepped forward, motioning to Christ. “We’re live in 3…2…1…Action!” Craig stared straight at the screen and he knew that this broadcast was being sent out to the entire VCW lockerroom. “Greetings to the entire VCW Roster. This is a public service announcement brought to you by Craig Christ. It has come to my attention that many of you are, as of yet, not receiving proper compensation for your talents. You see, most of you signed the ‘Six-month trial period contracts, which stated that we would re-assess your talents after six months and then work out a financial payment from that.” Craig drew in a deep breath. “I bring you an alternative. I have at my disposal $100 000 which can be yours, tax free. $100 000 on top of your additional salaries would be quite a figure. But, it requires a certain amount of work to earn, people. What, you may ask, should you do for this money? Well, it’s really quite simple.” Craig smiled. “I am placing a bounty of $100 000 on the head of John Dunn. The person who takes out John in a sufficient capacity, gets this money to spend as they please. I want Dunn sufficiently incapacitated so that I don’t have to spend too much effort on him at the PPV. Break him, destroy him… kill him, for all I care, just make sure you get the job done and you will receive your reward.” Craig made as if to leave, but turned back. “Oh and guys… Happy hunting!” Craig walked back to Joan and then kissed her. It was like kissing a telephone poll. She did not show any emotion whatsoever. “Come on, sweety”, Craig said sarcastically. “It’s time to go work off some of my surplus energy.” *** Excerpt from the New York Times Saturday, May 17, 2008 Local Accountant Commits Suicide
This morning, the body of local accountant and auditor, Jane Daleson was found deceased in her apartment. The 28 year old had hung herself. Next to her body, a note was found. It simply read ‘I can’t take this anymore’…
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Post by Great Nodnarb on May 20, 2008 15:40:00 GMT -5
Vendetta Championship Wrestling 1.4 Live from the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas
Bmore
Great Nodnarb
Sanguine Title Match Preview Andrew Carpenter and Cain Ravid vs. Gregory Best and Benedict Phoenix
Chris Austin
Match for Hookton's Spot * Thomas Hookton
Crimson Dawn Main Event Preview Eric Ares
Craig Christ
Votes Subject to Change if I remember.
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Developmental Talent
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Post by RaTo on May 20, 2008 16:32:52 GMT -5
May 3, Chesterfield, England The shot opens in a crowded locker room, where about fifteen men in white and black striped attire converse with each other anxiously. An older man in a black tracksuit enters the locker, promptly ending the buzz around the room. Ian McParland: Very well Gents, it’s the last game of the season so give all ya’ got! As the players exit to the field, the camera moves to the outside allowing us to feel the energy coming from the stands. Last game of the season, as boss Ian McParland said, and as such the stadium is completely full with the diehard fans that what to say goodbye to their team before the season’s over. The camera focuses on the score board, which displays the names of the two teams competing in the Saltergate today.Chesterfield 0 Notts County 0The Best Chronicles
Number 3
Same Old Endings and New Beginings The shot opens at the same locker room as before, only after the game. Most of Notts’ players sit down on the wooden benches, resting their legs after a very tiresome season. Ian McParland stands in between them, with a weak smile on his face.Ian McParland: Well team, the season’s officialy over now. 1-1 on the last game isn’t a bad result, so give yourselves a big hand of applause! The team claps their hand in unison for a moment in an insipid applause. It is easy to guess that the players, much like their coach, aren’t particularly happy with their work, just satisfied with it.Ian McParland: All in all it wasn’t a very bad season… Voice: Ya’ right, it was horrible! Everyone’s head turns to the entrance of the locker, where Notts’ number one fan Gregory Best, stands. As opposed to how we’ve seen him so far, his face is a mirror of the anger he feels deap inside of him.Ian McParland: Gregory… How nice to see you… Gregory Best: Whatever McParland, just shut the fuck up! Ian McParland: I see your attitude still hasn’t changed. So, what bring Mr. Superstar to the locker room of a lowly forth division team? Gregory shots McParland an angry look. He ignores the manager’s petty provocation, and directs his attention to the players.Gregory Best: I came here because I wanted to have a talk with you guys. Ken Pilkington, the team’s goalkeeper, smiles entertained by Best.Pilkington: Oh come one Gregory, don’t start! Gregory Best: You bet your ass I’ll start Ken! Did you see that game out there today?! It was fucking pathetic, if ya’ didn’t notice! Jay Smith, numer 7 of the white and black team, raises his voice to disagree.Jay Smith: It wasn’t that bad. We drew 1-1! Gregory Best: Fuck it Jay, it was Chesterfield! We have a rivalry with these guys for ages! And yet, you can’t do better than a tie with them! And don’t get me started on our position on the league table… Jason Lee: What’s the problem with finishing in 21st? At least we didn’t get demoted. Gregory Best: Oh yes Jason, great job finishing just 4 spots away from the last place! I’m sure you had to work soooooooo hard for that! Wake up! This team is a disgrace! Ian McParland: Come on, you’re clearly overreacting! Gregory Best: Overreacting?! Fuck you McParland! You and that mediocre attitude of yours are the reason why Notts County is like this!! What happened to the team that played in the premieship when I was a kid, side by side with the greats of English soccer?! Ian McParland: That was 19 years ago! Gregory Best: I don’t care if it was 19, 50 or even 100 years ago!! Notts County was once a great team! We were one of the first professional teams in England!! There was a time when we were as great as Manshester United, as Chelsea, as Liverpool, as Arsenal!! And look at us now, in the lower spots of a low division, a mere shadow of what we once were, forgotten by the world!! And I ask you, why? No one makes a sound, leaving Gregory’s question in the air.Gregory Best: Then I ask you for how long will we stay like this? Again, not a sound is heard from either the players or the staff.Gregory Best: I don’t know why I even bother anymore… Brokenhearted, Gregory turns to leave. As his hand reaches for the knob, Coach McParland speaks again.Ian McParland: And how about you Gregory? Without any other movement, Best answers him.Gregory Best: What about me? Ian McParland: Don’t think we havn’t been following you lattely. Don’t think Notts County hasn’t payed attention to your wrestling career. Now, you’ve said some truths today, but I’ll ask you again: how about you, Gregory? Gregory answers him exactly as he did before.Gregory Best: What about me? Ian McParland: You’re a fish out of the watter, Gregory. You don’t know a thing about that damn “sport”, if we can call it that! You call us out for being mediocre in the field, but how about your mediocrity in the ring? Our hero doesn’t make a sound, so the coach continues.Ian McParland: It’s a complete mystery how you managed to one up someone so far! So don’t come here with your heirs of grandeur, for you haven’t done a single thing significant enough for you to give us morality lessons. Best lowers his head. In his heart, he knows the words of McParland are true… Ian on his hand finishes his speech in a sad tone.Ian McParland: So learn to cope with reality Gregory… Notts County will never be a great club again. Gregory Best will never be a great wrestler. Just ignore it and carry on with your life… Sick of the conversation, Gregory finally turns the knob and steps out of the room, leaving behind a last word.Gregory Best: Never! The shot changes to the outside of a wrestling school, or so the billboard over says. Gregory stands in front of the door staring at the gym. After a few moments of hesitation, the Magpie finally sighs and steps inside the building. As he crosses the door, the shot fades to black.
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Post by Sir Feyd Brisbane on May 20, 2008 18:14:14 GMT -5
The scene opens over a calm grassy knoll. The sun has just begun to peak over the distant mountains in its ascent across the heavens. As the sun rises, it sheds golden rays over a copse of trees atop the hill. The camera pans upward, following a hawk flying in a large circle over the hill and the adjacent valley. The bird begins to descend toward the grove and as it does, the sunlight glimmers through the trees.
The hawk flies into the trees, landing an outstretched arm. Out of the grove steps a small army, poised to attack a small town in the underlying valley.
Dark clouds begin to roll in and blot out the sun. Moments later lightning crashes down and it begins to rain. The army descends upon the town, where a small force of armored men is gathered.
The camera zooms to the town and begins to pan along the battle line, revealing a ragtag group of fighters, armored in maille and leather. The camera stops in the middle of the line, focusing on Feyd Brisbane. His long, dark hair flows back in the gale winds. His antique breastplate scintillates from stray beams of light that pierce the heavy storm clouds.
Feyd steps out in front of the men, even as the enemy army charges from the hill. He turns to look at his men.
Feyd: The enemy is upon us, and thinks they shall make easy work of us. Yes, they have us outnumbered, and yes they outclass us in training. They carry superior arms. But we shall be victorious, because we have an edge they have not anticipated. Sheer desperation!
Feyd turns, unsheathing his sword and raising it high. He begins to run to the foot of the hill, even as the army bears down upon him.
Seeing their leader run into battle all by himself, his force spurs into action.
All: To war!
The camera follows Feyd as he clashes with the first of his enemies, sewing carnage over the field. The view then rises to a bird's eye view, as the two forces engage.
Feyd leads his men, weaving through the enemy ranks and leaving death in his wake. Within minutes, both his sword and armor are drenched in blood.
The scarlet sun rises over the clouds, bearing a red haze over the field as the light shimmers off the bloodstained land.
The camera rises to the crimson sun and holds, then lowers to the ground again, revealing bodies all over the field. Feyd stands at the top of the hill, having thrust his sword into the ground.
The camera zooms up to Feyd, who is looking over the now safe town, then pans down. It continues panning down until it focuses in on his feet. He is wearing sneakers with red soles and white sides. A red swoosh is emblazoned on it.
A caption fades in at the bottom on the screen.
"Just do it."
Feyd sat atop his horse, looking into a store window at the Nike commercial on the television set. He cracked a little smile and started his horse down the street at an easy gait. As he rode down the street, he looked up and saw countless billboards taunting him. Eric Ares was everywhere! One had a picture of Ares and a quote, “Your wife and daughter both love Ares. So should you! (No Homo)“ Another billboard, a picture of Ares with an axe and his foot on a decapitated head, “Eric Ares doesn’t need dice.” Feyd shook his head, amused. He continued to ride slowly, watching the passersby with disinterest. His legs ached from his previous match, but they had grown strong again with the use of the transdermal patches on his calves.
He tried not to think about Cain, who had savaged his legs so greatly. As he felt his mind wandering to the last week, he heard a voice.
“Annabelle, look, it’s Feyd!”
Feyd turned his head to his right, and saw a white Winnebago at the side of the road. Colt Conrad was sticking his head out one of the windows, waving to him. At the driver’s window sat the stout man who controlled Colt.
A look of disgust drew across Feyd’s face as he saw Mitchell, who returned the look with a sneer. Feyd had no respect for anyone who allied themselves with Craig Christ, and he felt sorry for Colt being manipulated by his manager and that jezebel who had him wrapped around her finger.
The Winnebago had come to a stop and Colt had hurried outside, stumbling over the curb as he approached. “Oooh! A horsie! I’d really like to pet it! Can I please?”
Feyd gave Colt a good-natured smile and nodded, “Of course you can Colt. Just don’t be rough with her, she’s a little bit skittish.”
Colt sighed happily and ran his fingers through the horse’s hair. “Good horsie! She deserves a carrot!” He ran back into the Winnebago and a moment later he returned with a carrot, which he anxiously forced to her mouth.
Feyd shrugged and looked down at Colt, who apparently liked carrots as well, as he decided it was best to share it with the horse, and took a great bite, then held it back to Feyd’s steed. Sure, he was an oddball, but he was a good guy. If only there was some way to break the hold those two had over him…
Colt was offering the carrot to Feyd. He looked at it, a sickening feeling stirring in his stomach. He could see all the nibbles from the horse and the marks from Colt’s teeth, the intermingled saliva. He grimaced and shook his head politely, “No thank you Colt. I am quite full.”
Colt smiled and chowed down on the carrot once more. He cast a furtive glance to Mitchell, who glared at him through the driver’s window. The little man disappeared from view and Feyd looked over to Colt again.
“Colt, would you like to be a knight?”
(Sorry, it's short. It shall be continued for Crimson Dawn)
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Post by Eric Ares on May 20, 2008 18:50:25 GMT -5
The shot opens to the interior of a bathroom, not just any bathroom but the kind only a man who truly loves himself would own. The sink is made of gold and the large Jacuzzi fit for twelve plus one sits unused off to the side. Most notably are the mirrors covering every inch of wall and ceiling so that the owner could see themselves from all angles at any time. Whose bathroom is this you ask? You’re fucking kidding right? Who else BUT Eric Ares would own something so ridiculously extravagant and unneeded for the washroom. Speaking of Mr. Ares the running water and fog coming from the shower stall slowly draws us over as this god among mortals is busy cleaning himself......or more accurately playing with G.I. Joes while singing the theme song. Ares: GI Joe- A real American hero Ahem… Ares: AH! How fucking long have you been there! Long enough to see you playing with your dolls again. Ares: Fuck you, these bad asses are collectables. Anyway why are you watching me in the shower again? Because you still need to cut a promo for your VCW match dumbas…. Ares: What was that, you weren’t trying to be sarcastic again with good ole uncle Ares were you? No sir… Ares: That’s good, I’d hate to have to take your other sisters virginity to. I fucking hate my life. Ares: We hate you too bumpkin. Anyway I need to cut a promo against Feyd Brisbane don’t I? Well Mr. Brisco I’ll tell you what I tell every other chump that needs to have it repeated to them. You are not the first brain damaged idiot I have crushed and I fear you won’t be the last. However you are the first to bring against me something I am truly afraid of. You have something I cannot cope with. A sword, no. Honor, fuck no. No sir, you have those damned dice, those infernal pieces of plastic that are designed to defy and craft fate. How can any man stand up to them, anyone at all? So I will do something no one has ever seen Eric Ares do before. I beg you; please leave your dice at home. Bring goblins, a pointy stick, a dragon and I will slay them all. But you don’t want to be beat me with those dice, it’s just not humane. You’re fucking kidding right? You’re afraid of DICE!? Ares: Everyone is afraid of something. The power to control destiny with the roll of plastic cubes, you can’t tell me those aren’t fucking terrifying. So if I were to say throw dice into the shower right now, you’d be terrified. Ares: Quite so. Such as these dice. Ares: No….don’t do it, please don’t. Oh, I think I should. CATCH! Ares: NNNOOOOOOOOO……thud. Sir? Sir, those weren’t even real dice, you didn’t need to dive away from them into the wall like that. Wait, why are you bleeding? Oh shit. This can’t be a good thing. I get up, and nothing gets me down. You got it tough. I've seen the toughest soul around. And I know, baby, just how you feel. You've got to roll with the punches to get to what's real The bustle of noise around the incomparable Eric Ares slowly drags him back to the world of the waking. As soon as he opens his eyes however he wishes he hadn’t. The bump to his head had left him with a horrible head ache, and the bar tender screaming at a patron wasn’t helping anything at all. Wait a minute he thinks, why is there a bartender in his shower? He slowly raises his head and stares in shock to find himself in something that could only be described as ye olde Pub. There is the your bartender dressed in rags and wenches carrying trays of ale to the patrons. Your normal bar clientele reaching out to grab their behinds or stare down their blouses. Damned dirty men, and elves, and hobbits. Wait, elves and hobbits? Ares: The fuck? Suddenly and without warning a fist nails Eric in the side of the head and throws him rolling to the ground. He’s on his feet in a flash staring at the balding middle age man that had hit him. Ares: THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! I’M ERIC FUCKING ARES NO ONE HITS ME AND LIVES TO TALK ABOUT IT! Man: I’m sorry sir, but I was told to punch you and see if you roll to what’s real. Ares: Wtf? Who told you to do such a stupid thing. Man: I don’t know sir, I was just standin’ over there wit’ me sister and something told me to punch you. Ares: Oh really, where is this sister of yours then. Man: Over there. He points over to the bar where a buxom blonde is slowly sipping on a cup of ale. Man: You're not gonna hurt me now are ya? Ares: No no my good sir, but if you remember who told you to hit me. Ask them to come see me, I’d like to return the favor. Ares waves off the mans offer to help him up and dusts himself off. After a moment he puts on the classic “I am so fucking better than you smile” that has actually been patented in several countries and walks over to the mans sister. Ares: Why hello there, my name is Eric Ares and I do believe you owe me a drink. The girl looks him up and down before turning to the bartender. Oh can't you see me standing here, I've got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen. Oh can't you see what I mean? Several hours and many positions in a room upstairs Eric is leaning up against a replica of the jukebox from Happy Days humming the theme song to himself, and talking to some patrons who have passed out on the bar. Ares: I don’t even want to know why fucking Middle Earth has a jukebox. All that matters is that even in my concussions I can get more ass than a donkey owner. He leans back against the record machine knowing he is far from the worst the wenches staring at him have seen until a mob walks into the pub. The man from earlier at the front of the line points angrily at Ares and yells. Man: THERE HE IS. HE’S THE ONE WHO DONE FUCKED ME SISTER ANNABELLE, PRINCE FEYD’S FIANCÉE! Ares: Prince Feyd? The fuck is wrong with this place? Man: KILL IM! Ares deciding that discretion is the better part of valor throws the jukebox over to slow them down before gathering his cloak around him and jumping through the window. The mob quickly follows as Eric runs through the darkened streets of this odd little hamlet. After a moment, several costume changes, and more than a little bad chase scenes he is cornered by at a cliff. Looking down he sees a rapidly moving river far below. Turning back he sees the man from before has pulled a sword and is advancing on him. Ares: Saying you sister was just a whore won’t help would it? Man: Do you want to die unarmed? Pull your steel man and die with dignity. Ares: Wait steel? He looks down at his side and for the very first time he notices a long sword at his side, which is rather odd since he didn’t remember it being there after the sex. Whipping it out he holds it in front of him and stares down the man. Ares: I have a fucking sword, and I’ve watched LOTR enough times to know how to fuck you up with it. Let’s do this thang. The man advances forward but before he strikes he uses his free hand and pulls out Eric Ares’s greatest fear, dice. Rolling them on the ground they come up with two sixes. Man: I nailed ya bitch, time to die! Eric isn’t paying attention though; his attention is riveted on the little pieces of plastic on the ground. Finally he screams like a little girl and throws his sword at them, running towards the cliff only to stop at the very edge and look down. Looking back he sees the dice and trembles, almost falling over. Might as well jump. Jump! Might as well jump. Go ahead, jump. Jump! Go ahead, jump. Suddenly a large gust of wind knocks him from the edge of the cliff as he falls screaming from the edge. Ares: YOUR SISTER WAS A WWWWHHHHHHOOOOOORRRRREEEEEE! He hits the water with an enormous splash but somehow survives the impact. He fights his way to the surface and tries to swim vainly against the current as it yanks him away from the cliff. For what feels like hours the man is bashed and battered as the river makes it way downhill. This gives him time to think though. Ares: So Feyd's here as well is he. They say visualization is the key to any victory, if I can beat him in my mind I’ll have all I need to beat him in the ring. I just need to find him. Suddenly the river comes to an end as Ares is propelled into a beach. Coughing up sand and a very friendly crab he looks up and gasps in shock. Sitting almost right in front of him is an enormous castle with a large neon sign atop it saying “Feyd’s D n D Emporium”. Walking through the doors he is confronted with the holy grail of geekdom. Before him lays every imaginable accessory or tool a gamer would need to play any type of role playing game. To his left character sheets, to his right rule books, in front of him…..pin up of elf girls. Ares: Lol, even Feyd knows he can’t get laid. Moving deeper into the lair he sees a door to the right that says “Danger do not enter” and to his left one that says “Sexy Lair of Doom”. Being Eric Ares the word sexy is his kryptonite so he begins to walk towards it. However just as he reaches the door he notices the rack next to it, filled with…..dice. Dice of every shape, every color, every type. Eric again screams like a little girl, knocking the display over and running through the “Danger do not enter” door. Immediately alarms begin blaring, red lights begin flashing and a new mob formed behind him. This one full of people in armor and pointy steel swords however, and of course the chase to catch Eric Ares began once more. Through the castle of nerds the mob followed our hero until their seemed to be no escape. The mob had cornered Eric once again this time on top of a rampart above the moat. As they move closer Eric is once again given the option of death by sword, or jump from top building and hope he can learn to fly. When suddenly a ripping guitar riff appeared in the clouds. Might as well jump. Jump! Go ahead, jump. Might as well jump. Jump! Go ahead, jump. Jump! Guard: GET HIM HE’S GOING TO JUMP! Eric looks at them confused then down the very large wall. Ares: Umm, fuck that, I’m not jumping. Guard: Yes, you are, the song lyrics said so! Ares: Wtf are you talking about? Guard: You don’t know about the song lyrics?! Those are the lyrics that the mighty Feyd sends down from the heavens to tell us what will happen next. Ares: Wait, so the punch, the jukebox, the jumping into a fucking river, they were all Feyd’s fault? Guard: Yes, so that’s how we know you are about to jump, just do it already. Ares: Have you looked down this wall lately it’s huge, I’m not fucking jumping. Guard: You're going to defy the all mighty Feyd?! Ares: No, I’m going to kick his ass and shove this poor use of Van Halen so far down his throat that David Lee Roth will be doing scissor kicks off his spine. Guard: He’s defying the Feyd, this man is fearless, we stand no chance again him, retreat! The guards all take off running as Eric stands confused. As they run one drops a piece of paper behind him. Ares: wtfbbq just happened here? He walks over and grabs the piece of paper, reading it over. Smiling evily he begins to walk back the way he came. xXx Elsewhere in the castle Prince Feyd Brisbane walks towards his throne room after a tiring day. Feyd: Ah, those Van Halen lyrics are certain to have made Ares’ life hell. Now to go see my blushing bride Annabelle and relax before my match in the real world. As he approaches his throne room however he notices something is amiss. The guards he normally has to protect his collections are missing and soft moans are coming from his throne room. Drawing his sword he sneaks closer, noticing the moans are of his betrothed. He throws open the doors and is horrified at the sigh before him. Annabelle on her knees before his chair slowly lowering her head up and down on the penis of Eric Ares. Ares looks up from what she is doing and smiles as Feyd enters the room. Ares: Sup Feyd, long time no see. Feyd: What is the meaning of this?! Ares: Well I slept with your girl for you getting me punched. I figured for the shitty use of lyrics I’d get a little head lovin on your chair of happy, ya know? Feyd: I’LL KILL YOU FOR THIS! FACE THE POWER OF MY DICE! With this Feyd charges forward sword at the ready. He pulls out and throws his dice, smiling as a perfect double six is rolled. Just as he is about to swing his dice are blown away by the high caliber pistol bullet. He comes to a stop as he sees the large hand cannon responsible smoking in Ares’ hand. Ares: FUCK YO DICE NIGGA! Feyd: What? How is the possible, this is my world, there are no guns here! Ares: See that’s where you’re wrong. I learnt a few things while I was waiting for you, here take a look. Ares reaches down next to where Annabelle is still continuing her work and grabs a ball of paper and throws it to Feyd. The Prince unravels it and looks at it in shock. Character Name: Eric Ares Level : 99 Class: Better Than You
Blah Blah Blah
Inventory: Your Fiancée Colt 44 Unlimited Ammo Ares: See you all thought I was afraid of dice still. Thing is I am Eric fucking Ares, I fear nothing. I figured by playing it up you’d think that was the key to beating me and use them, then I could just beat the shit out of you. But there are so many better ways to beat people like you. Being a better wrestler for one like me, or this gun. Not even letting the man respond Eric aims and fires three rounds into Feyd’s chest and watches as he falls to the ground. Feyd: Bullets…..my one weakness…..how did you know…… Ares: I get a blow job, you get blown away, it’s been a good day. Just as good as the day when I beat you in that ring and watch you roll your dice on your cry skill bitch. xXx Ares: Ugg, what the fuck happened. You tried to play chicken with a wall and lost dumb ass. Eric slowly pulls himself off the ground of his shower and turns off the water, grabbing the dice that had caused this whole mess in the first place. Wait, aren’t you supposed to be afraid of those. Ares: Not anymore, thanks to you my own weakness that could have been used against me has been cured. Well I guess I’ll be getting a raise then won’t I? Sir? Sir? Where’d you go. Wait how the fuck did you get back here, you can’t come here only the narrator can! Let go of my pants, no dice don’t go there, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ares: FUCK YO DICE NIGGA!
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Post by Eric Ares on May 20, 2008 18:51:43 GMT -5
[/color] Vendetta Championship Wrestling 1.4 Live from the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas
Bmore vs. 13
Great Nodnarb vs. iSav
Sanguine Title Match Preview Andrew Carpenter and Cain Ravid vs. Gregory Best and Benedict Phoenix
Chris Austin vs. Magnum
Match for Hookton's Spot * Thomas Hookton vs. Sam & Max With Anon Ehmus as special guest referee
Crimson Dawn Main Event Preview Eric Ares vs. Sir Feyd Brisbane
Craig Christ vs. John Dunn
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Post by Sir Feyd Brisbane on May 20, 2008 19:01:54 GMT -5
My vote is for Ares to win every match.
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Cain Ravid
Lower Midcarder
"Not so; if anyone kills Cain, he will suffer vengeance seven times over."
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Post by Cain Ravid on May 20, 2008 19:06:14 GMT -5
Branches whipped the young boy’s arms as he ran through the forest. Dried leaves and tiny twigs crunched under the weight of his feet as he darted between trees. His breathing was labored yet and beads of sweat trickled down his brow, yet a smile adorned his face and he had to continuously keep himself from bursting out in childish laughter.Not this time, the boy thought. You’re not catching me this time.The boy leaped over a fallen tree truck, landed, then continued to sprint through the leafless forest without even slowing down. He felt good. He truly felt that nothing could catch him. Nothing and no one. He turned his head to look over his shoulder.Excellent! He thought. He’s no where in sight.He whipped his head back around just in time to see a low swinging tree branch directly in the path of his face. The boy attempted to dodge the branch but to no avail. The stem smacked his squarely across the face. Momentum continued to carry his feet forward, while his upper body was slung backwards by the branch. He fell with a hard thud onto the orange and yellow leaf covered floor of the wood. The boy groaned as pain shrieked through his back and down his legs. He squinted his eyes and grinded his teeth. He rolled onto his side and was about to attempt to push himself back to his feet when a voice spoke to him.Voice : Need a little help? The boy sat up instantly and looked around the area frantically. He had been sure he was alone. At first, he didn’t see the man dressed all in black leaning against the truck of the tree that had leveled him.Voice : Calm down. I’m right here Finally the boy’s eyes locked onto him. The man was very tall and sickly thin. He had black hair that was slicked back and pressed tightly against his scalp. His skin was ghostly pale and when he smiled at the boy, the child nearly cringed at the sight of the mouthful of rotten, yellow teeth. The man pushed off the tree and stepped forward. He outstretched a gnarled, bony white hand toward the seated youth and smiled this golden colored smile. The man’s deep seat eyes reflected no light, and his iris and pupils appeared to be the same color…jet black. The very image of his man terrified the boy and he began to backpedal on his hands and butt. The man cackled and slapped his rickety knee.Man : Come now child, don’t be scared. I have a gift for you. The boy hesitated in his retreat.A gift? He thought. Maybe I’ll stay and hear what he has to say. Besides, he’s just a feeble old man, I can out run him no problem.But in his heart of hearts he knew that that wasn’t true. His man wasn’t old. No, his face appeared to be very young and smooth. He just seemed, sickly. Very sickly. Moreover, the boy wasn’t so sure he could have outrun him. The boy wouldn’t have been surprised if the man could sprout giant bat wings from his back and chase him down. The man in black cackled again and again outstretched his bony hand.Man : That’s it child. Come on, let’s go get your present. The boy hesitated and stared directly into the man’s eyes. Suddenly he felt light headed. His vision blurred and he heard the man speak. Only, he didn’t hear him with his ears. No, this time the man spoke to him from inside his head.Man : Come now child. Take my hand. I will give you the world. For too long you have come in second to your brother. No longer will you play second fiddle to him. Today is your day to claim the ultimate victory over him. Take my hand and follow me. I promise you will not regret it. To this day, the boy is unsure whether he willingly reached up and took the man’s hand or whether his hand was forced. Regardless of how it happened, the boy took the man’s hand and the two of them slowly walked through the wood, hand in hand like two lovers. The boy was silent, his mind still in a daze, his vision still blurred. All the while, the man stared at the boy with a sick, twisted smile, his black eyes gleaming.
Finally, the pair came to a small cave buried in a hillside. The two stopped just outside the mouth of the cave. The boy turned his head and looked up at the man.Boy : What’s this? The man grinned, the corner of his mouth almost curling.Man : Home. The two entered the shallow cave. The two walked and walked for what seemed like forever. Suddenly the man stopped, and the boy with him. He released the boy’s hand and in the pitch blackness, the boy could here him shuffling to the side of the cave. Then a dim light pierced the caves blackness. The boy looked and saw the man hunched over a small fire. The man stood back up, however he kept his back to the boy. There was a long silence between the two. Finally, the boy spoke.Boy : Mister…are you all right? Man : Just fine. Are you ready for your present? The boy nodded, and then realized the man couldn’t see him with is back turned and started to answer. However, the man interrupted him.Man : Excellent. I promise you that your life will never be the same. However, I need YOU to promise me something. I need you to promise me, that no matter what, you will be mine. You will do as I say, when I say, how I say. You shall become my servant for now…and all of your life. Do you understand? The boy hesitated.Boy : And you promise I will be better than my brother? The man chuckled.Man : Absolutely. You will become the apple of your father’s eye. You will be the one praised for your accomplishments, while he is punished for his shortcomings. In fact, God himself will look upon you with such love and adoration, and look upon your brother with such hate and disgust that it will drive your brother absolutely crazy with envy. Is that what you want? The boy was very quick to answer.Boy : Yes! Yes! More than anything! Man : So do you accept this gift? Boy : Yes! Please, give it to me! Man : Then prepare yourself…for here…IT… COMES!The man screeched the final word and spun around on his heels. The boy was horrified to see the man’s eyes had turned to a fiery red. His face had turned into that of a demon, brown, wrinkly, with coarse brown hairs protruding from every fold. The man’s mouth was now full of razor sharp fangs that jutted out in every direction. His hands had turned to claws and two giant horns protruded from his forehead.
The boy attempted to scream but the man/demon was too quick. He was on the boy in an instant. Before the boy could even feel the demon’s fangs pierce the soft flesh of his throat, everything turned to black.-------------------- Andrew Belle opened his eyes just as the locker room door in the backstage area of the Jobbing.com Arena in Glendale, Arizona opened and Cain Ravid and his new valet, Rachel, stepped in. Cain slammed the door shut behind him and moved to his locker.Andrew : What? No fucking hello? Cain, as usual, was silent. Rachel moved to a far corner of the locker room and sat down. She leaned back into her metal folding chair and crossed her arms across her chest.Andrew : Aren’t you at least going to introduce me to your lady friend here? Cain continued to unpack his locker, without even turning to acknowledge Andrew.Cain : Her name’s Rachel. Christ said I needed to have her tag along with me. Andrew : Rachel? What a name huh? Cain looked back over his shoulder and sneered. Andrew threw his hands up in retreat.Andrew : Sorry, sorry. Just saying. Anyway, let’s get down to business. What the fuck happened out there? Cain : You have eyes don’t you. I lost. Then I was jumped from behind by that pussy Benedict Phoenix. Andrew : Sooooo, what does mean about the championship. Cain : What the fuck do you think it means? I’m out! Plain and fucking simple! It’s over. I failed. I’ll just pack my shit and we can move on to the next job. Forget all about this fucking place. Andrew : Whoa, whoa, whoa! Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. We ain’t goin nowhere. Cain : What? Didn’t you hear me? I’m out. I can’t win the championship. Andrew : You can’t win THAT championship. However, if you’d been paying attention to the show instead of playing hide the sausage with your little friend over there, you would have heard of the Sanguine Championship. Now, me being who I am, and the boss being who he is…we’ve managed to secure you a spot in that Sanguine title match at the upcoming Crimson Dawn Pay Per View. Andrew smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at Cain.Andrew : So it ain’t over…until we say it’s over. Got it? Cain : Yeah, whatever. Andrew : And as an added bonus, we’ve managed to land you in a tag match at 1.4 against Benedict Phoenix. So, do try to make the most of it. It more pain you inflict at 1.4, the better the chance you have of winning at Crimson Dawn. Catch my drift? Cain remained silent and stuffed a handful of clothes into his black gym bag.Andrew : I’ll take that as a yes. Andrew turned and looked to Rachel who was still sitting silently in the corner.Andrew : And why don’t you bring this little girl to the ring with you next time. Maybe she can make sure Phoenix’s tramp, Esperanza, is a non-factor during your tag match. Think you could do that love? Rachel grinned evilly and winked to Andrew.Rachel : I’d love to. Andrew : Excellent. I have to be going. Places to see, people to do. Try not and let us down again Cain. Cain rolls his eyes and zips up his gym bag.Cain : Fuck off. Andrew : I love you too. Andrew opened the locker room door and exited. Cain watched as he left, shaking his head in disgust. Rachel stood up and moved toward Cain and smirked.Rachel : You two fight like your brothers. Cain looked at her briefly, then pushed past her on his way out of the locker room.Cain : That’s because we are. -------------------- The young Andrew Belle opened his eyes and stared for a moment at the flickering lights dancing across the ceiling of the cave. His memory begins to rewind the last thing he remembered. The image of a demon lurching toward him flashed across his head and he sat up quickly. His hand went to his throat. He pulled it back and looked down at his fingers, expecting them to be soaked in blood. However, there was nothing. In fact, other than a headache, which was fading quickly, he felt great. Andrew climbed his feet and looked around the poorly lit cave. There was no sign of the weird man he had met in the wood. The small fire the man had built was still flickering but it would soon die out.
Andrew slowly made his way through the darkness that he had traversed with the strange man, until he made his way out of the mouth of the cave and into the fading summer daylight. He stumbled to a tree and rested a hand on it. He ran his finger over his head, still trying to comprehend exactly what had just happened to him.Was it a dream? he thought. Was it all in my imagination?His concentration was broken by the sound of his brother’s voice calling to him through the wood. Andrew spun around and yelled back to him.Andrew : I’m over here! From around the corner of the cave, Cain came running. Cain walked up to his brother, a concerned look upon his face.Cain : I’ve been looking for you for ages. Where have you been? You had me worried sick. I thought for sure you had fallen and broken your ankle and pack of wolves had come and carried you off. Andrew shook his head and pushed himself off the tree.Andrew : No…no wolves. I just…I just…. He hesitated. What was he supposed to tell Cain? That he was attacked by some demon that he probably imagined? He did imagine it all…didn’t he?Andrew : I was just tired and decided to take a nap in that cave. Cain : Take a nap?! In a cave?! You know father told us not to play in that cave. He says the devil lurks in the shadow of that cave. Andrew : Well there was no devil there today. I was tired, now I’m not. I feel as rested as ever. In fact, I feel so rested I do believe today will be the day I bet you in a footrace. Cain laughed.Cain : You think because you slept in a cave, you could actually beat me in a race? You’ve never even come close to beating me. And I doubt today will be any different. Andrew : Well if you’re so sure of yourself, then you won’t mind humoring me then will you? Cain : Of course not. I’m always game to prove how much better I am than you. Andrew : On three then? Cain : On three. Andrew : One, Two, THREE! And the boys were off, each running and leaping over fallen tree trucks. The dry twigs and leaves of the wood crunching under their bare feet. Cain was correct, in saying that Andrew had never even come close to beating him at anything, much less a race. But the vivid memory of that demon man promises Andrew he will be better than Cain continued to float through Andrew’s brain. If he did manage to defeat Cain in a race, it would prove that what had happened in the cave was not a dream or in his imagination. It would prove that their father was right, that devils do lurk in the shadows of that cave, and Andrew had entered into a pact with one. In exchange for his soul, he would be better than Cain at everything. He would be the one to garner his father’s praise and attention. He would be the one that would capture his mother’s heart and affection. Andrew would no longer be looked at as the failure son. He would become the ideal son, praised by all…except of course, Cain.
All the possibilities ran through Andrew’s head, and when he finally emerged from his daydream he looked around him and Cain was nowhere to be seen. He continued to run but his legs did not tire. In fact, it felt as he was floating or perhaps running on a cloud. He dodged low hanging branches nimble and without thought. He leaped over fallen tree trunks and hidden holes without hesitation and landed on the other side without missing a beat. Before he knew it, he was clear of the wood line of the forest and running through the amber fields of grain. The grain seemed to part for him magically, allowing him to pass through with very little resistance. All the while, his speed continued to increase with no slowing down point in sight. Andrew looked down at his legs and they were a blur of speed.
As he emerged from the other side of the field and into the camp where his family lived, he stopped suddenly and looked around for his brother. Had he beat him? Had he actually won? He noticed that he was not out of breath and his legs were not sore. He felt as if he could keep running until the end of time and never slow down or become tired.
Finally, Cain came bursting out of the grain field, huffing and puffing, gasping for every breath. Cain bent over and rested his hands on his knees, fighting for oxygen. He spoke in broke sentences, inhaling deeply between each pause.Cain : How…did you…go…so fast? You’re…not…even…out of…breath. This was proof. He was now the servant to a foul creature that inhabited the wood. His very existence belonged to the demon man he had met earlier that day. And in exchange he would dominate his very own brother. And as Andrew stood over his brother in silence, his arms crossed across his chest, staring at Cain in disgust as Cain fought for every breath he took, Andrew grinned evilly and thought that this was a very fare trade. A very fair trade indeed.-------------------- Woman : He’ll see you now. Andrew looked up from the floor to the receptionist seated behind the small glass top desk. She titled her head down slightly and peered at Andrew over the top rim of her glasses impatiently. Andrew stood up with a sigh, brushed himself off quickly, then turned and walked through the large wooden double door and into the poorly lit office.
Andrew shuts the door behind in and took ten paces forward so that he was standing immediately in front of the office’s fireplace. Besides heating the room, the fireplace was also the only source of light for the spacious office, barely casting flickering glows of dim light throughout.
Andrew stood there, his hands crossed and laying at his waist, waiting to be instructed. When nothing came, he cleared his throat and spoke.Andrew : Sir, Cain has been informed of his new operative. He has also promised a victory not only at Crimson Dawn but also at Live 1.4. He is fully aware of the disappointment brought about by his shortcomings at 1.3 and has refocused and is going to give 110 percent from here on out. Andrew stopped. He waited for a comment but nothing came. Was he even there? OF course he was there, he was always there, sitting there tapping his fingertips together slowly in front of his face, staring at Andrew with those seemingly hollow black eyes. Andrew couldn’t see him sitting behind the desk but he could sure FEEL him. When it was once again apparent that nothing was coming, Andrew again spoke.Andrew : The good news is that Cain is the strongest candidate in the Sanguine title match at the pay per view event so it should be a relative cakewalk for him to walk away as the champion. In addition, more good news, Cain has agreed to travel to the ring with our inside girl, Rachel. This should allow her to have a little more input and to ensure Cain’s matches go the way we want them to go. Andrew again stopped. He inhaled deeply, waited for a response, then began to turn and leave. Just as he had his back to the desk, a voice spoke. HIS voice spoke. The same cackling, dry voice that spoke to Andrew in those woods so long ago.Man : Do you know how easily it could have been your brother in that cave? Do know how easily it could be Cain standing before me now? Andrew dropped his head and clenched his fists tightly together. He didn’t want to answer him but knew if he didn’t there would be hell to pay.Andrew : Yes, I know. Man : But I chose you, I chose you because I believed in you. I put you in charge of this group because I had faith in your ability and desire to provide results. Yet, here you stand before me, telling me how you have failed. I would hate to think I made a mistake Andrew. Tell me, did I? Did I make a mistake? Andrew can barely speak and when he does, it’s through clenched teeth.Andrew : No. Man : Well I hope not. How about, instead of telling me I haven’t made a mistake, how about you prove it to me. Cain had better win that Sanguine title or else…well, let’s just say I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes. To Be Continued at Crimson Dawn…
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Cain Ravid
Lower Midcarder
"Not so; if anyone kills Cain, he will suffer vengeance seven times over."
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Post by Cain Ravid on May 20, 2008 19:09:23 GMT -5
Vendetta Championship Wrestling 1.4 Live from the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas
Bmore vs. 13
Great Nodnarb vs. iSav
Sanguine Title Match Preview Andrew Carpenter and Cain Ravid vs. Gregory Best and Benedict Phoenix
Chris Austin vs. Magnum
Match for Hookton's Spot * Thomas Hookton vs. Sam & Max With Anon Ehmus as special guest referee
Crimson Dawn Main Event Preview Eric Ares vs. Sir Feyd Brisbane
Craig Christ vs. John Dunn
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Post by kennithnoisewater on May 20, 2008 22:41:28 GMT -5
Bmore vs. 13
Great Nodnarb vs. iSav
Sanguine Title Match Preview Cain Ravid and Andrew Carpenter vs. Gregory Best and Benedict Phoenix
Chris Austin vs. Magnum (good work Austin)
Match for Hookton's Spot * Thomas Hookton vs. Sam & Max With Anon Ehmus as special guest referee
Crimson Dawn Main Event Preview Eric Ares vs. Sir Feyd Brisbane
Craig Christ vs. John Dunn
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Post by The Pyro on May 21, 2008 1:41:17 GMT -5
Vendetta Championship Wrestling 1.4 Live from the American Airlines Center in Dallas, TexasBmore vs. 13 Great Nodnarb vs. iSav Sanguine Title Match PreviewAndrew Carpenter and Cain Ravid vs. Gregory Best and Benedict Phoenix Chris Austin vs. MagnumMatch for Hookton's Spot * Thomas Hookton vs. Sam & Max With Anon Ehmus as special guest referee Crimson Dawn Main Event PreviewEric Ares vs. Sir Feyd Brisbane Craig Christ vs. John DunnPlus, the Crimson Dawn card is finalized, and Exodus finally unmasks!
PROMO ONLY until Saturday, May 17 11:59 PM PST. VOTING AND PROMO until Monday, May 19 11:59 PM PST.
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Post by Judas De Dios on May 21, 2008 8:06:08 GMT -5
(I had to take my Laptop to the shop yesterday, so I couldn't vote last night. If these do not count I understand.)
Vendetta Championship Wrestling 1.4 Live from the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas
Bmore
Great Nodnarb
Sanguine Title Match Preview Andrew Carpenter and Cain Ravid
Chris Austin
Match for Hookton's Spot * Thomas Hookton With Anon Ehmus as special guest referee
Crimson Dawn Main Event Preview Eric Ares
Craig Christ
Plus, the Crimson Dawn card is finalized, and Exodus finally unmasks!
PROMO ONLY until Saturday, May 17 11:59 PM PST. VOTING AND PROMO until Monday, May 19 11:59 PM PST.
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Post by Ro on May 21, 2008 10:40:00 GMT -5
Chaos's votes are the last one. Jesus will add his in private because he feels he's above the law.
And now, this motherfucker is locked.
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Post by Craig Christ on May 21, 2008 10:47:45 GMT -5
I am above the law. Hence the ability to post in a locked thread!
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