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Post by Ro on Jul 23, 2008 9:06:17 GMT -5
The door to brand-new VCW General Manager Skyler Striker's office suddenly and forcefully flew open and almost off its hinges with a loud bang as none other than Eric Ares storms into the room. Skyler stands up as a reflexive reaction to this sudden intrusion by the VCW superstar.
Skyler: I know, I know, it's not fair, you should be champ, fuck Brisbane; I've heard it already, Eric...
Ares: Too bad, because I'm telling you again! IT'S NOT FAIR! I SCORED THE PIN! I SHOULD BE THE CHAMPION!
Skyler: Look, Eric, I've reviewed the tape literally HUNDREDS of times after the show closed. You and Feyd both got a 3-count at the exact same time; how that happened, I will never ever know, we will never ever know. The refs weren't aware that the other was making a count. Hell, that bit was your fault, if you didn't knock out the first ref, there wouldn't be a second ref in the first place!
Ares: IT DOESN'T MATTER! I DESERVE THAT CHAMPIONSHIP! Look at me, look at Feyd! That backwards retard doesn't even deserve to be the face of this federation!
Skyler: Listen to me, Eric. There's NOTHING I can do about the result of your match. Even the Don agrees with me, and he's the highest power in VCW.
Ares: THEN AWARD ME THE DAMN TITLE!
Skyler: You idiot, you think I'm Christ? I'm gonna give you and Feyd another fair chance, Eric. You say you're the best, you prove it at Deliverance.
Ares: I am the best, and that does not need any further proving!
Skyler: That's not what the tie tells me, Eric. And so that we can crown a champion in complete certainty, I'm going to add a little stipulation.
Ares: Oh, and what would that gimmick be? Hardcore? Steel cage? Barbed wire salt pit? Baltimore prison yard? Mud wrestling match? Come on, throw me one of your stupid gimmicks.
Skyler: No stupid gimmicks, Eric, just straight to the point: to win, you have to score a pinfall AND make your opponent submit.
Ares flinches, but makes no show of approval or disapproval.
Ares: Fine. This time, I'm winning. For real.
Ares turns to leave the office but Magnum storms in at the last minute.
Magnum: And what about me? I was in the match, too!
Ares: What about you? You fucking lost!
Magnum: I had as much chance as you did for the title!
Ares: And where were you in the finish? You were on the business end of a pin, cunteye!
Magnum: How about I bash your brains in right now and take your spot in that match of yours?
Ares: Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try...
Skyler: Hey hey hey! Quit it, the two of you! Sorry, Magnum, since the controversy is between Ares and Feyd, I forgot about you, but tell you what, I'm gonna put you in a match tonight. If you win, the World title match in Deliverance is gonna be a triple threat! Happy?
Magnum: Fine, I guess. (to Ares) I'll see you at Deliverance, punk.
Ares: Whatever, if you can make it to the top of the card, junior.VCW Vengeance 2.1 Live from the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia
Onkar Sammael vs. Bmore
Street Fight Romeo McCoy vs. Erich Ahriman
Craig Christ vs. Cain Ravid
First Blood Match for the Sanguine Championship Mortus (c) vs. the Great Nodnarb
Drew Michaels and Trey Spruance vs. Judas de Dios and Fuego Mistico (w/ Craig Christ)
Second Chances Match Magnum vs. Chris Austin *
* - If Magnum wins the match, he will be included in the World Title match at Deliverance. If Austin wins the match, he will be included in the Sanguine Title match at Deliverance.
Plus, Thomas Hookton addresses the World Title situation, one lucky fan will get the chance of a lifetime, and the contract signing for the World Heavyweight Championship match at Deliverance!
PROMO ONLY until Friday, August 1 11:59 PM PST. VOTING AND PROMO UNTIL Monday, August 3 11:59 PM PST. [/b]
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Post by Mortus on Jul 23, 2008 9:17:08 GMT -5
Trapped in purgatory. A lifeless object, alive. Awaiting reprisal. Death will be their acquisition. The foundations of Our underground citadel in Florida shuck as though the earth was splitting in two. Our Black Robed followers paniced frantically as We watched on from Our dark throne."Master, what is happening?!" One of them asked, We could smell his fear like a Mother could smell her child had been playing with a Skunk.
This man thought that Our lair would collapse upon him; useless maggots; clinging so desperately to their pathetic lives...
Of course, in as simple terms We could dream up, We explained that the fabric of the universe was torn in this particular location of Earth; which is why, of course, We had set up Our base of operations here.
The Earth's trembling was actually the raw energy expelled by the cosmic web of the metaverse as it rearranged ever so slightly in accordance to a creature spawned of one of Our ilk usurping the Good Father who art in Heaven's throne.
We don't think he fully understood, but it was clear to him that he was not in a series of underground caverns twenty or so feet beneath the ground in an earthquake any longer.
This knowledge settled him, and the many others who were too scared to speak out in Our presence.
Of course, this man would be killed. Perhaps during his tasks... We'd arrange that later. For now, We simply had to delegate the tasks; the divine shift in power had ultimately resulted in a large flux of energy, which had thrown Our lair into complete disarray.
And lead me to some degree of concern.
Our followers scattered as We barked Our instructions; most were sent to make sure that none of Our belongings; Our Wax Work Museum in particular, was damaged; others were sent to feed the various mutated prisoners whom We would experiment Our Earthly powers upon.
The regular task force who would go Out and spread Our cause; Our own little Terrorist faction, to jump to such extremes, however, were given a different, and very specific task.
They would not be spreading Our message tonight; they would not be recruiting the various underground gangs to do Our bidding as We so often ordered them to do; they would not be searching for souls as greedy as their own whom to adopt into the Mission.
No. We required a Sacrifice.
The man whom dared to speak out earlier; he was given the most importance task of all.
He would bring the Precog to Us.The sky is turning red. Return to power draws near. Fall into me, the skys crimson tears. Abolish the rules made of stone. [/b][/color] The Precog was brought forth; the casket that contained the dreadful creature bound by chains and various hexogramic wards which emitted an acrid light in the physically unstable enviroment of Our Inner Sanctum.
The follower marked to die quickly fled from the room; he knew that he had no business meeting the Seer that lay bound in It's tomb.
But We could not open the casket yet; not without a Blood sacrifice. Our gaze fell to the curtains behind Our throne; a glass case held behind the black velvet.
On one side, Our Full Metal Tag Team Championship belt; still stained with the blood of the last slaughter that proceeded in Our domain; Abdul's blood...
On the other side, Our Sanguine Championship; with Us as it's first champion.
It filled us with concern that Gabrielle could conquor Our Brothers; Prudence, Justice, Temperance and Fortitude, Our twin, and the one who was predestined to bring an end to Our presence on Earth; as well as Our Sisters; Faith, Hope, Love; in their combined existance; as God.
And at such a time; a time when We were finally becoming successful within these two business ventures; the two Wrestling Federations; a time when Our air time, and thus the time to increase Our influence over this plane of existance was increasing...
The door creaked open, and a young boy was thrown into the room; Mexican of Origin..."¿No que los luchadores de..?" [/color][/right] The brats Spanish gibberish was the last thing he would say as Our shovel was swung at his throat; spraying his blood onto the container of the Creature with whom We had to consult.Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past. Betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above. [/color][/b] The hexogramic wards flared before Our very eyes as the life force of the young boy fell upon the casket; the chains came to life; snapping free as the coffins lid itself was blown from the container of the corpse like creature;
The seer; a repulsive creature older than even We; it’s dull flesh drawn tight over ancient bones; it’s sockets empty; yet blazing with the inferno that is omniscient knowledge.
These creatures; bound to their captivity by Our ilk at the dawn of time for the threat they presented with their power.
The creature dragged itself out of it’s home as We picked Ourself up from the floor…Awaiting the hour of reprisal. Your time slips away. [/color] ”Who would make Us from Our slumber?!” ”Beast; it was We. Fear.””He who would distort the very fabric of existence itself? You dare summon Us?!” ”Creature; you will tell Us what is happening; how a mere Angel could collapse the Kingdom of Heaven; and how that could affect Us in this changing time.””Your lack of knowledge of the Prophecy is laughable to Us.” ”We know the prophecy, Seer. Our existence in the Physical Realm will be contested by Our twin; and the following battle will decide things.””Fool. You changed things for yourself when you invaded all times. You changed things for yourself when you disbalanced Satan. You have begun the final prophecy; you have heralded in the End Times.” ”We have survived Armageddon before. You know this.””We refer not to the Raptures of Man, Fear. We refer to the complete destruction of existence, as you know it. Your ilk will burn out! Drowned in a sea of blood of Your creation.” ”You lie.””You summon Us then brand Us a Liar?! Your own actions have marked you as the killer of your entire species; Fear. You; their Bloody Champion, their Bloody Traitor. Your power will swell as the essence of each of your kin will flow through you. The next regime; these so called ‘Petty Angels’ and their breed will send their Agents in a Myriad of Forms. When you fall, as will the vast majority of your Ilk; ushering in the New Gods of Existance.” ”And now do I avoid this, Beast?!””It is not for Us to say. You have tampered with Reality, Fear. You have thrown the balance out of sync. Existence aims to correct itself. If We told you the end of the Prophecy; of your final moment, then something new would occur to assure your demise.” Raining blood From a lacerated sky Bleeding its horror Creating my structure Now I shall reign in blood! [/b][/center] The Precog is a fool. The so called Prophecies mean little to nothing, We understand this now. Our twin would seek to hunt Us down and remove Us from the Earth because Our presence here directly harms Himself.
We understand now; there are no Prophecies; there is Only what lays before Us.
And if the Angels, Demons and other Spiritual Beings seek to destroy Us, as the misleading Seer would have Us think… Let them come.
Our power will swell; though not because We will become the Heart of Our Ilk; We care not for them.
Our power will swell because We will have Our way with existence; We will continue as We have been; We will spread Our message; and We will feed on the results of Our acts.
Our Cult followings will increase; gangs in Our pocket will terrify innocents; and of course; Our actions in both VCW and FMW will go as continues.
The man they thrust into the Dragons Lair; a useless sack of meat.
But; if his contesting Our title of the Bloody Champion could threaten Our survival?
Then We will simply have to end his.[/I]
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Post by bmore on Jul 29, 2008 3:04:49 GMT -5
The scene is after Crimson Dawn, the shocking World Heavyweight Championship match had literally just finished and after his lost Bmore had left as soon as the Pay Per View went off air, he walks out the back entrance into a deserted car park. Bmore is dressed to go out and heads to his car, in a fast paced walk.Unknown: Leaving so soon Bmore? Leaning against his car is Drew Michaels, not smoking not drinking, just loitering.Bmore:[/color] Yes, I will be putting this night far behind me. I failed my mother. Michaels: On the contrary, she failed you as a mother. Bmore raises his fists in anger at Michaels last remark.Michaels: Put those down, I saw your match it won’t get you anywhere. Bmore:[/color] Why are you here? To mock? Michaels: Bright was right, you are very impatient. Mockery isn’t my style, I am here to help. Bmore opens the trunk and throws his bag in.Bmore:[/color] I’m listening. Michaels: Some pieces of advice. One: Get bigger, you’re a runt of a wrestler. Look at your last two opponents and your next opponent. They have a huge size and weight advantage over you. Bmore:[/color] Adding weight would take away my agility, my move set. Michaels: I am not telling you to gain one hundred pounds, fifty pounds would do, it will add more impact to everything you do. A two hundred pound moonsault or a two hundred and fifty one? Bmore:[/color] Ok, anything else? Michaels: Two! Know who your up against. Don’t get too busy trash talking with the likes of Eric Ares. Bright had your number last week and he won. The whole week leading to your match you were focused on others rather than the man you were facing. Bmore:[/color] You don’t think I can be in the ring with Eric Ares? Michaels: Why do you think I am here, I see a future in you all I want to do is give you some advice. Your heart is in the right place. You just need to learn the ropes to get into the main event. A few wins and you could be getting a shot at the Sanguine Championship even. What is on your mind for 2.1? Bmore:[/color] Redemption. Michaels: As in salvation from your sins through Jesus’ sacrifice? Bmore:[/color] I needed to win at the Dawn, I lost and in doing so I believe I lost my chance to break into the big leagues, I have to rebuild from the start. Everything I have said, everything I have done since coming to the wrestling world seemed to of gone to waste. Michaels: You have a second chance to redeem yourself. You aren’t injured, you’re career is still alive and well. Goodbye Bmore. Take my advice with you, until we meet again. Bmore:[/color] Drew, why me? Michaels: He did not enter by means of the blood of goats and calves; but he entered the Most Holy Place once for all by his own blood, having obtained eternal redemption. Michaels places his palm onto the shoulder of Bmore, giving his trademark grin as he walks off into the night heading back towards the arena that Bmore just left, until he is consumed by a crowd of fans, wearing LPW and FMW belts while wearing t-shirts made famous by Drew Michaels.
Bmore jumps into his car and turns on the radio, as he drives along listening to the radio he begins to verbalise his thoughts to no one but himself.Bmore:[/color] Onkar Sammael, a man at war with himself. Never thought you would see someone with that background in a wrestling federation. On the radio the song “Be Yourself (and 5 Other Cliches)” by Supernova begins to play.
“Be yourself and not somebody else it might take some, a little effort and maybe just a little help but you can figure it out if not just do what everbody else does....
Oh, keep it on the level (if that's what I'm supposed to do) keep on the level (if that's what they told me to) I keep on getting in trouble if I try to take this side of the road
So here's your hey hey hey (hey!), here's you ho ho ho (ho!) I don't know where else to go There's a really fine line between what's yours and what's mine it's a line that I don't want to toe... I'm sick of being haunted by every cliche that I know” [/center] Bmore:[/color] Drew Michaels was right, I am too small and my opponents are too big if I kept going down the road of being incredibly undersized in my matches it will spell the end of my career. Bmore’s mood changes as the new song to hit the radio is “Viva La Vida” by Coldplay.
“I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Now in the morning I sweep alone Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes Listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key Next the walls were closed on me And I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Once you go there was never, never an honest word That was when I ruled the world” [/center] Bmore:[/color] Do not MOCK me!! Realising that Bmore just yelled at the radio his demeanour goes from one of anger and frustration to one of embarrassment.Bmore:[/color] What am I doing!? I’m yelling at the radio, at something as simple as a song. Yet I can see some light at the end of this. There is always a second way to look at something, my first thought was one of mockery but really, I did rule my world. The world that is music, but I have changed worlds I no longer have that world as my only outlet. It is this new world that I have joined, this is the world that I need to conquer. Still with the radio on, Bmore stops talking for awhile and just listens to the song currently on the radio is a remix of Queen’s legendary hit “Another One Bites the Dust”.
“There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man And bring him to the ground You can beat him you can cheat him You can treat him bad and then leave him When he's down But I'm ready, yes I'm ready for you I'm standing on my own two feet Out of the doorway the bullets rip Repeating the sound of the beat” [/center] Bmore:[/color] Exactly Freddie, exactly. I am down, but not out. Beaten, battered but if I still keep my head up high if I focus on this match, I know the beat, I will be standing on my own two feet after you Onkar. Your debut is not nearly as important as me rooting my status in VCW. New show name, new General Manager, New Bmore. Mixed in are the lyrics to the theme of the TV show “The Six Million Dollar Man”.
“Steve Austin A man barely alive Gentlemen, we can rebuild him We have the technology We have the capability to build the world's first bionic man Steve Austin will be that man We can make him better than he was before Better. Stronger. Faster” [/center] Bmore:[/color] Well, if you substituted my name for Steve Austin and took out the bionic side of it all then yeah, that could be me. I will be better than I was before, I can be faster, add more agility to overcome my bigger opponents. I will make myself stronger making it less easy for my opponents to take me off my feet eliminating my move set. To begin the rebuilding I need some help. Bmore has pulled his car over in front of a chemist walking into the back of the chemist where the prescription counter is. Standing there is a shifty chemist.
“Like a sentence to death I've got no options left I've got nothing to show now I'm down on the ground I've got seconds to live And you can't go now” [/center] Bmore:[/color] All I want is to be bigger. “Cause love, like an invisible bullet has shot me down and I'm bleeding - yeah, I'm bleeding And if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me” Chemist: Understood. The chemist walks away returning shortly holding a small package in his hands.Chemist: This is HGH, it will help you reach the physique you wish to acquire. “You're a dirty needle You're in my blood and there's no curing me And I want to run (like the blood from a wound) To a place you can't see me You're a cold piece of steel between my ribs and there's no saving me And I can't get up from this wet crimson bed that you made for me” Bmore places his hand on the package which is sitting on the counter, a hand falls down on his, a white bandage with an X on it. “Cause love, like a knife in the back, has cut me down and I'm bleeding - yeah, I'm bleeding And if you go, angels will run to defend me - to defend me” [/I][/center] Michaels: Not like this. Bmore:[/color] I need to do this, just like you said. I need to be bigger. Michaels: You were a DJ, you are the “Resident Raver” of VCW. How long did you fight temptation, everyone around you, your friends, your fans, your family would drink, take drugs. You didn’t you stayed true to the straight edge lifestyle. Is it worth just a win over a debutant to destroy everything you have lived for? Bmore:[/color] No, it was a last ditch effort. I want to be the best I want to be a winner. Michaels: I will help you, it will be a hard road. Pumping irons, doing everything we can to build you into a competitor. This is 2.1 Bmore, it’s a regular show Deliverance is after that then we have another pay per view soon after. After awhile you will know the difference. Bmore:[/color] Thank Michaels, you are right, my life has been full of temptations and I have lived strong, resisting everything thrown at me. It is now that I must stand tall. I am used to doing it the hard way and this will be no difference. My time is now. “Cause love, like a knife in the back, has cut me down and I'm bleeding - yeah, I'm bleeding And if you go, angels will run to defend me - to defend me” Bmore drops the package and both him and Drew Michaels walk out the door side by side. The doors slide open and the exit is filled with a bright white light.[/I]
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Post by Austin on Jul 29, 2008 19:44:13 GMT -5
No fancy stuff, no cameras, no scene changes. Just me and this night vision camera trailing me through my walk in the woods.
My name is Chris Austin. California born and bred. Typical Cali-kid. I surfed, boarded, hung with friends. The usual. Like that is really what it sounds like.
I grew up, without a mother. She died giving birth to me, staph infection was contracted somehow is the story I got. I was spared, as you can clearly see.
Well, needless to say. My father didn't take it too well. I wasn't planned. The relationship was, the child, was not. He blamed mo mother's death on me, and physically tried to extract revenge. Many times. I was lucky though to have lived through it all.
Believe me, I don't want your fucking pity. I feed off the hatred you give me at each and every show, I love the chants of "Rapist!" I receive each and every show. It shows that I'm in your head. It shows that your women fear me, even though I view it as some sick attraction to me. I mean, who is in love with a self-admitted rapist?
I digress, as it were, since in my teen days I could never become physically able to defend myself from my dad's drunken rage, I turned to sports. Contact, especially. Any money I needed, went to the grandparents. Anyone I needed to talk to, friend circle. But, it wasn't enough. I was smart, good looking cat. Had friends, too. But, I always felt in the back of my mind, I'd never be supremely happy until I extracted revenge on my old man.
I tried doing it via excelling, since it seemed that he never wanted to see me happy. Didn't work, just beat the shit out of me even more. Hell, why else do you think I have tattoos all over my arms? Hiding scars, that's why.
Well, same old, same old went on. I graduated, got myself a scholarship to college, full ride. I'd finally get away from Satan himself. But, I wasn't happy. I made the decision the night of graduation, that he'd pay a physical price for what he did to me, regardless of the consequences.
The day I decided to do this, was the day before I left for college. I figured that I'd jump on his ass before he could see what was coming, give him a knockout blow, and effectively make my peace.
Didn't go down like that. I always saw my tormentor coming when he assaulted me, I figured what better way to get him back?
I came in, under the false pretense that I was telling him I was leaving and that he could wash his hands of me. He was drunk, and immediately started an argument. Exactly how I planned.
This shouting match we had escalated, and I patiently waited for an opening, like I "would" for a female to choose me, push my buttons, set off something in me that would make me say "You're mine tonight."
He brought up Mom. I brought up my fist and slammed it into his face, effectively and instantaneously closing his eye shut with swelling. He staggered back, and rushed at me, ramming me into a wall in the house, the same house that if it could talk, he'd be jailed for life. I was stunned, and he saw this opportunity to give me one right in the breadbasket, and I dropped to a knee. He stepped back, thinking it was over, or so I thought. He retrived a half-empty beer bottle, ready to put me down. But, before I got there, I felt something I had not felt before, fine.
I was scared of my father when I was young, every blow he gave me was enough to knock me out, but the following blows just awoke me, and so on and so forth. But now, I could take the blow, I was strong enough. I rose just as he arrived. Rose with an uppercut to the jaw. He staggered back again, and dropped the beer bottle, but before he could regroup, I dropped with the beer bottle, the same bottle that used to open up hell itself back in my younger days. He tried to crawl away, I wouldn't let him. Nothing would take my victory, my triumph away. No technicality, no "I wasn't trying", no "I was drunk".
He always used a technicality: I was a kid. Didn't matter to him then.
He never had to try to put me down, he was bigger than me.
He was always drunk when he unleashed his anger.
It was my turn to unleash. And that's what I did. I took a lamp, and crashed it over his head. He went limp. And I grabbed whatever object I could find, and thrashed him with it. Right before the death blow, I heard him speak, I hear the words every day.....
"I'm sorry."
Now, you're sorry? Now? After all of these years? I needed a father, not someone to treat as a punching bag, and all you can say is that your sorry? Him still being my father, I dropped the blunt item. I was going to leave. I was going to give him a second chance. Until.......
"For not killing you when I had the chance. I tried to end you when you were infantile. But, I missed and hit your mother. I was so overcome with shock, I abandoned my plans to end you. But, the more I kept you around, the more I hated you, the more I.....*gurgle*"
That's all he got out. After hearing his chilling account of how I got into this hell, that now broken beer bottle found it's way to his Adam's apple. I did it, tears streaming down my face. As I watched him talk his last breath, a sight which unnerves me to this moment. I said one thing...
"I'm.........not sorry."
And that was that. After going off to college, word got around somehow, and I was brought to trial. I ended up getting off via self-defense. But, that killed my college aspirations. That's where VCW comes in.
I had nothing to my name, so I found a run-down training center, run by a old geezer who'd train me as long as I kept everything in order. The old-timer taught me everything I know, and was my mentor in a sense. He's the one who got me to thinking that I was "Radical" after dubbing me so due to the style I wanted to wrestle in, All-around with a load of never before seen shit. I was the one who decided to take it a step further with the thoughts and the Movement and what not.
Thanks to Drew FUCKING Michaels, that got de-fucking-railed.
I don't want to discuss it, the thought of it bothers me more and more, and Drew has now begun to remind me of my father, taking away the one good thing I had going for me at the time. He's the one I want a second chance at.
But, I don't have that. I have Magnum. A man I have beaten before. All for the right to receive a shot at the Sanguine title. A title I should have, or a least have a return match. I dominated Minutes to Midnight. DOMINATED. I held the belt the most times, any stationary object, I kicked a head through it, or at least tried to. I busted people open, people saw a new side to Chris Austin.
But, it wasn't enough. Now, I am beltless, with a second chance. Magnum, stuck his nose in my business at Crimson Dawn, taking away energy that had I had in the parking lot where Minutes to Midnight ended, I'd have the title. He jumped on me, because I beat him once. Shouldn't have matter to him, he said "he wasn't trying", and that it was a minor speed bump on the road to him getting the title. Really? I didn't buy it either.
I think it bothered him more than he lets on. He wasn't supposed to lose to me, hell he beat the guy who put me on the shelf. He did that. I was supposed to be target practice for Magnum. I came ready to make a statement, and won the match, a win I get no credit for to this day.
I have a second chance, at redemption. I have to make this win, should I get it, that much more convincing, to prove to VCW, that raping is just a hobby, and I am all business when it is a wrestling match, brawl, or whatever they think I can't do.
Magnum, has a second chance too. If he wins, which is possible, He can make my win look like a fluke, which would be biased. How would his win be any different than mine? Just because something is on the line? His pride was on the line in the first match, I felt my career was on the line in the first match. Both matter more than any title shot.
But, VCW has also given me a second chance, to rape. I said I'd rape VCW of their beloved stars, put them out of commission. I can start now with Magnum, my constant underestimator. And continue on with whoever GM Striker puts in front of me.
On another note, we are here. My father's resting place. Here lies Reginald Austin, Loving Father, Brother, Friend, Husband.
Where's Abuser?
Neglector?
Murderer?
Of course they leave it out, because they thought I'd never find this place, but they fucked around and gave me a second chance for revenge, by not going out of their way to shield him from me.
Let me feel around into my coat pocket...aha!! Vodka.
Let me just pour it on this little patch here.
Let me light it with fire.
Let me watch it burn.
The same thing that triggered my hell, has now triggered yours.
They shouldn't have given me a second chance. Much like VCW shouldn't have given Magnum a second chance to be put down by the Rapist ONCE AGAIN.
Not RADICAL, RAPIST.
It's bad for your health, much like drinking is. It's why I don't touch the stuff.
See you at VCW Vengeance, Magnum.
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Post by kennithnoisewater on Jul 30, 2008 2:05:41 GMT -5
The Confession Backstage moments after VCW Crimson Dawn goes off the air, a livid Kenneth Noisewater tears up his locker room, finds a camera, and speaks what is on his mind Ken: THIS IS COMPLETE AND UTTER BULLSHIT! This just in, out of nowhere. I had the belt right in my hands. Then that bag of douche Brisbane breaks it up. YOU SCREWED ME BRISBANE! Luckily for me, there was NO winner, meaning. Rematch. It is only fair that there was no winner tonight so there should be a rematch. So come Vengeance, I will get what I deserve, MARK MY WORDS.
Noisewater then proceeds to throw the nearest chair in sight right into the wooden locker directly behind him. The scene fades. We come back in, just before VCW Vengeance, the announcement has just been made that Magnum will be facing one Chris Austin. Noisewater, now irate because he has to win this match or else, no title shot. He finds a camera man and vents once again. Ken: You know, I’m not usually one with words, but there has just been a great injustice. Eric Ares, and Feyd Brisbane have just been GIVEN a shot at the VCW Heavyweight Championship. Me? I have to beat Chris Austin, or else I get shoved completely out of the picture like I was never even there. Like I didn’t beat Drew Michaels, one of the most prolific athletes in wrestling history, to earn my spot. Such a great job new GM Skyler Striker is doing so far. Quite franky, this whole scenario is bullshit. The past month, all anyone has been talking about is Eric Ares, and Feyd Brisbane, and just who is this Exodus guy? What about me? Why don’t I get any credibility? Why and I treated as though I don’t matter? Everyone overlooks Magnum, no one thinks that I can win the big one. Nobody think that I’m even deserving of being in such a big match. And you know what? All of that ends. Right now.
For a while now, there has been talk of a man. A man parading around, acting like a wrestler. Going through peoples things, trying to find stuff out about people. No one knows just who it might be. I’m here to give all of you overgrown, shrivel balled pill poppers a little rest. My name is not Magnum. I am not a real professional wrestler. In fact, I’ve been doing this for less than a year. My name is Kenneth Noisewater. I work for channel 6 news in San Diego, California. I go through your things, I find stuff out about all of you. And if I wanted to, I could have this place shut down. I could have congress up all of your asses, but I’m not going to go that route yet, not until I get what I want.
Now that I’ve thought about this, I really find it quite sad. I’ve been wrestling for 9 months, most of you fools have been at this game for years. How does it make you feel knowing that a NEWS REPORTER! Came in here, walked through a tournament in which I faced arguably the greatest wrestler this sport has ever seen, and went on to main event this companies first PPV. Sad? I know. Even more sad, is that none of you jackasses knew it was me! I mean, how smart does it make you all look when there is a guy who no one has ever heard of parading around here with camera’s following him everywhere? And you didn’t think I had anything to do with the missing things and whatnot? I knew those shots to the head did some damage to you guys, but come the fuck on! How stupid can one useless group of people be? Although, it isn’t really surprising that a bunch of guys who walk around in their underwear and punch each other for a living wouldn’t be able to figure something like that out.
So VCW, this is called a confession. I lied to all of you, and there is nothing you can do about it. I have all the power right now. I literally have this company in the palm of my hand. And if I don’t get what I want, I will close my hand, if you get what I’m saying. I know everything, I’ve seen everything. Hell, I could make up shit about all of you and the people would think its true. Who are they going to believe? A bunch of shaved gorillas, or an Emmy award winning journalist with a degree from USC? I think you get the picture. The Aftermath Of course such a bombshell as this does not come without its consequences. I realize I will have a pretty big target painted on my chest. I also know that there is not a damn thing that any of you pieces of shit can do about it. Lay your hands on me outside of the ring, and you will find yourself on CNN within hours. Don’t meet my demands? Same thing. Do not underestimate the power of the media. Its ruined countless lives in the past. Great people like OJ Simpson, Michael Jackson, Robert Blake, George W. Bush, all ruined by way of the media. It doesn’t stop at individuals either, ENRON was torched by the media and its owners are now all in jail. So don’t think that it can’t happen again. If I do not get my way, it will.
It starts tonight when I face Chris Austin. If I win, I will get another shot at my belt. If I lose, maybe a young girl will be raped on the side of an empty highway sometime after VCW Vengeance goes off the air and left for dead at the had of one Chris Austin. I know, I know he’s not really a rapist. I know it’s some sort of metaphor. I am a college graduate mind you. I also know that the newspapers, and televised media will eat up whatever information I feed them about the world of professional wrestling and the scum that works for it.
Austin, you beat me once before, but I said it then and I’ll say it now. I wasn’t trying. You got a lucky victory. Maybe it did have some effect on myself going into Crimson Dawn, but I can assure you that tonight, I will give you everything I’ve got. And for your sake, I better win. Or else you may find yourself spending quite some time behind bars. Don’t take my threats lightly. I know about all of you. Craig Christ, Eric Ares, Romeo McCoy, Drew Michaels, Skyler Striker, Christ Austin. Whoever else, if I didn’t mention your name, you probably don’t matter, but believe me, I know all, I see all. I have eyes and ears around every building in ever state, in every country. So watch your back VCW, I will be behind you after every step, around every corner. Watching. Waiting. And if you slip up. Its all over, be careful, give me what I want, and all of this, will be kept in tact. Just one slip is all it will take for me to pull the plug on this entire company. Kennith Noisewater exit’s the VCW locker room, and the arena altogether. The superstars of VCW all watch, and stare as Noisewater exits. He simply walks forward with a smirk on his face, not looking back, daring anyone to make a move. He then gets into his car and begins to drive. Ken: Holy SHIT! I love this. I now hold all of the power in the entire company. No one can touch me, but in the event that someone does try something… I need protection. A gun? No. Too risky. Knife? No, what good would that do? This is 1955, and I’m not a greaser. I need…a bodyguard. I need to scout.Kennith drives to the nearest gym, scouting possibly clientele. He stumbles into the boxing area, where he comes across a man standing near 7 feet in height, pounding away at the heavy bag. Noisewater approaches cautiously, and begins to speak to the man. Ken: Excuse me, sir?Man: Yeah? What do you want?Ken: The question is not what do I want. But what do you want?Man: Uhm… you came up to me. Ken: Have you ever heard the term, opportunity knocks?Man: NO actually, I’ve NEVER heard THAT one before. Fucking douche.Ken: Ok. Let me try this again. My name is Kennith Noisewater. And you are?Man: Charles Bronson.Ken: You mean?Charles: Not that Charles Bronson, no I’m not related to Charles Bronson. I’m not Charles Bronson Jr. I’m not the second, the third. Whatever, I’m just Charles Bronson. Ok?Ken: Ok, I’m sorry. Charles: Now, what do you want?Ken: I’m here to give you, an opportunity of a lifetime.Charles: Ok. What would that be?Ken: Well I’m sure that you recognize me so I don’t…Charles: No.Ken: What?Charles: I don’t recognize you, at all actually. Ken: …Right. Well, I’m a professional wrestler. You like wrestling?Charles: No. Ken: Well… You see, I’m a wrestler. I kind of just called out the whole locker room. You see, I’m also a news reporter. it’s a long story. Basically, I have a huge target on my chest and I need to ensure my safety. Charles: And that’s where I come in?Ken: Yes.Charles: No thanks.Ken: Wait a minute! Hold on now. Don’t dismiss this just yet. You aren’t getting how huge this is. You’re going to be in the spotlight. In front of thousands upon thousands of people on a nightly basis. And all you have to do, is make sure no one puts their grubby hands on me, and if it just so happens that they do. You do whatever it is you were just doing with that heavy bag. Charles: I have a job, but thank you. Ken: How does $2,000 dollars a show, for three shows a week sound?Charles: I think you just found yourself a new bodyguard. Ken: A great man once said, everybody has a price. HAHAHAHAHAAAACharles: What?Ken: Nothing. Charles: So…when do I start?Ken: How’s right now sound?Charles: Show me the money and you’ve got yourself a deal.Noisewater takes out a wad of cash from his pocket, counts out $2,000 and gives it to Charles Bronson. They walk out of the gym together and head back over the arena. Kenneth Noisewater walks back into the arena, this time accompanied by 7 foot, 350 pounds of pure force. Ken:People of VCW, take notice. Direct your eyes, your hate, and your jealousy towards me! This is my bodyguard Charles Bronson. That’s right Charles Bronson. Meaning, you fuck with me, you’ll be making a Death Wish. (We’ll talk about that later, right now just play along, look tough.) You want me, you have to go through him! Chris Austin, good luck. Eric Ares, Feyd, I’ll see you soon. Let’s go Chuck, I gotta get ready for the ass kicking that’s about to take place.
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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 Jul 30, 2008 22:06:16 GMT -5
Rachel : What do you mean, you’re Cain and Abel? She had held her tongue long enough. Ever since Cain had revealed his little secret to her a few days before Crimson Dawn, he had also request that he not be forced to delve into the details on his and Andrew’s personal relationship until after his Sanguine Title match.
Now here Cain sat, beaten, battered, and bloodied after quite possibly the most grueling and painful event in his life, in the emptied VCW locker room cleaning his wounds. He had left everything he had out there in his attempt to take home the gold, and had come up short in the last seconds of the match. Mortus, the entity that had made his way from Full Metal Wrestling in somewhat of an invasion of Vendetta Championship Wrestling, had covered Cain just as the final ticks of the clock had wasted away and managed to snatch the Sanguine Title right out of Cain’s deserving hands.
Rachel had seen it, Andrew had seen it, the entire world had seen it. Seen him robbed of what was rightfully his. As she looked down at Cain, who was sitting pitifully on the long wooden plank supported by four steel rods pressing a towel to his various cuts and lacerations in a futile attempt to stop his bleeding, she felt sorry for him. And the feeling of affection that had engulfed her body just prior to him wrapping his hands around her throat returned to her now. She wanted to sit beside him and wrap her arms around him. Tell him that it was going to be alright and that everyone knows he was the one who truly deserved that title. Tell him that he was screwed and that surely he would be receiving a rematch against Mortus and next time, he would most defiantly be victorious.
But she knew how that scenario would turn out. He would probably backhand her off the bench, then stomp a hole into her guts for good measure. He was cold, too cold. That was one of the reasons that she actually believed the fantastical statement he had made just three days ago. We are Cain and Abel. That’s what he had said. Plain as day and with a straight face. And maybe now wasn’t exactly the best time to be inquiring further details but, she felt that she deserved to know the facts. She felt like the third wheel in some sick, twisted tale that Cain and Andrew…Abel…whatever…were weaving. She hated being the one on the outside. She wanted the whole scoop and she wanted it now.
Naturally, Cain was ignoring her. But she could be persistent when she wanted.Rachel : Cain…did you hear me? Tell me more about you and your brother. I think I have a right… Cain’s head jerked up. Sweat droplets slung through the air as his hair was whipped through the hair. He deep brown eyes were filled with anger. A single thick trail of blood squirmed and wiggled its way down Cain wrinkled forehead drawing a path directly between his eyes and down the bridge of his nose until finally dropping onto the floor with a faint splat.Cain : What fucking right? She recognized this look and this tone. It was the same look and tone he had while he was holding her six inches off the ground by her throat. It made her tremble with fear and caused gooseflesh to crawl over every square inch of her body. She took a step back, placing for distance between herself and him just in case he decided to spring on her.Cain : What fucking right do you think you have? You know what we tell you. The only reason your bones aren’t being picked fish or your eye sockets are crawling with maggots in a shallow grave somewhere is because I allow you to continue to breath. That’s the right I give you. The right to continue fucking living. And if you don’t shut your fucking mouth, I just might take that away from you. He dropped his head once again and went back to presses the towel to the wound on his forehead. These are the times she wished Andrew were here. Will he was definitely the cruder of the two brothers and absolutely the more obnoxious one, but she could tell that he wasn’t the least bit violent. In fact, besides raising his voice a few times, she had never even seen Andrew get angry. He seemed to avoid conflict and that was just fine by her.
Almost as if on cue, the locker room door swung open and in walked Andrew Belle in his normal khaki shorts and Hawaiian t-shirt attire. He stopped when he saw Cain, placed his hands on his hips and began to shake his head.Andrew : Fucking bullshit! That’s all that is! Fucking bullshit! Someone call the fucking police because this man was just robbed. Cain paid no attention to him. He didn’t even acknowledge that his brother had entered the room. But as usual, that didn’t stop Andrew.Andrew : Don’t worry about this. You don’t worry about a fucking thing. I’m going to make sure that you get another title shot A S A P. You can bank on that fact. They aren’t going to treat my buddy like this and get away with in. Nuh uh. Not on my watch. Rachel : Don’t you mean your brother. Andrew looked at her stunned. Then he returned his attention to Cain.Andrew : You told her?! Cain didn’t answer so again Andrew looked at Rachel in disbelief.Andrew : He told you? Rachel : Yeah, he told me. Andrew : What did he tell you? Rachel hesitated.Rachel : Everything. Andrew : Everything? Rachel : Everything. Andrew : So he must of told you how he killed our parents? Rachel was taken back. Killed their parents? What? Adam and Eve…dead. Murdered. Her jaw dropped open. She couldn’t speak, the words just wouldn’t come to her. He gaze traveled back and forth between Andrew and Cain until finally Andrew laughed.Andrew : I’m just fucking with you! Andrew’s laughter filled the locker room. As usual, he was the only one laughing. Cain still sat with his head hung low, silent, nursing his wounds. Rachel didn’t know what to think at this point. She felt as if she were dreaming, or caught in some sick acid trip with the Mad Hatter from Alice and Wonderland and Charles Manson. She wanted to wake up.Andrew : So he told you we were brothers. Well I guess the cat’s out of the bag! Cain Ravid and Andrew Belle, the two brothers from Schenectady, New York. Or course his father was from Turkey, and mine was from Texas so we are only truly half brothers but… Rachel : Wait a minute...New York? Texas? What are you talking about? He told me EVERYTHING Andrew. Cain and Abel…the first brothers…from the Bible. There was a long pause. Andrew dropped his head. Silence filled the locker room and Rachel finally sensed that she would at least receive the truth about the happenings occurring around her. Finally she would no longer feel like the third wheel. These two would tell her all their secrets and they would make a pact with her, forcing her not to tell anyone…or else. And that was just fine by her; all she wanted was to feel included. An inkling of warm in the otherwise cold relationship she had with the brothers. But her hopes were shattered when she heard that laugh again. Andrew’s Mad Hatter mixed with Cheshire Cat laugh. He head flopped back and he roared hysterically.
He doubled over and the waist and placed both hands on his knees. Andrew continued to howl with laughter until tears fell from his eyes and rolled down his rosy red cheeks. Finally, after minutes had passed, was he able to stand up straight and once again look Rachel directly in the eyes. But even then, she could tell he was straining to hold back his laughter.Andrew : Cain and Abel. Now that’s a good one! Do I look a million, billion years old? Wow, talk about gullible! Cain and Abel! What, doesn’t that mean I’m supposed to be dead? Rachel : He…he said you made a deal with the devil to live forever… Another round of whooping laughter echoed through the halls of the backstage area. Once Rachel heard the words coming from her own mouth, she had begun to feel silly. Why had she believed Cain? How much more ridiculous could a tale get? How could she truly believe that these two jerks where the first people born on Earth? Was it because she knew how straight forward Cain always was? Even now, he was serious. He wasn’t looking at her, smiling and laughing with his brother at the joke he had played on the dumb bitch. No, his head was hung low and he was silent. Serious. Like always.Andrew : Oh Rachel, you are just too much. You know they took gullible out of the dictionary don’t you? Rachel : Fuck you. Andrew erupted into another fit of laughter. He wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his head then nodded to the door while still chuckling.Andrew : Please, please, wait for us outside. I need to speak with my brother. Cain and Abel…classic! He continued to chuckle to himself as Rachel stormed past him.Fuck this and fuck them, she thought. I should just fucking ditch them right here and right now. But she knew deep down that this wasn’t an option. Cain was an expert at finding people, and he would find her and he would most certainly kill her. Hell, she might not live much longer if she stuck around. But she had to take her chances because they were better than if she left.
She stuck her hand out and stiff armed the locker room door, sending it slammed open against the wall. She passed through the doorway and the door swung shut behind her.
Andrew’s smile was instantly gone. He reached down and grabbed a handful of Cain’s hair and jerked his brother’s hair back, lifting Cain’s face so the two could look directly at each other. Andrew knelt over, placing his face mere inches from the bloodied face of Cain, and snarled.Andrew : You fucking TOLD HER! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Have you lost your goddamn mind?! Cain shoved his arms forward, pushing Andrew back and causing him to release his hair.Cain : What, you didn’t tell her when you were interviewing her to spy on me? Andrew shook his head in shock. It was obvious he was at a loss for words, which was very odd for Andrew Belle and this pleased Cain. He had surprised him, and with his “gift” that didn’t happen often. However, Andrew quickly recovered.Andrew : We did what we felt was needed. You were starting to act a little crazy. Acting like you were going to go back out of the agreement you had with the boss. She was our eyes and ears. She was also supposed to be our hands by the ring and help you when needed…however, that seems to have failed miserably. Cain nodded as another tendril of blood made its way down the center of his face.Cain : You can say that again. Andrew : I still can’t believe you fucking told her! If the boss finds out about this, you’re fucking toast. Cain : Calm down. She doesn’t even believe me. It’s over and down with, move on. Andrew : Move on. Move on he says. We can’t fucking move on. The boss wants to SEE you…personally…alone. Cain looked up. It was he would was surprised and at a loss for words now. Andrew sensed this and nodded, reassuringly.Andrew : Yeah, that’s right. He wants to see you in his office. The one in New York City. Cain : Why? What’s a matter? Isn’t his whipping boy good enough to deliver his messages to me anymore? Andrew : Hardy Har Har. He probably wants to fucking rip your head off after you constant string of FAILURES during big game situations. Like losing to Brisbane during the World Heavyweight Title hunt. And then losing to some FMW reject at Crimson Dawn to lose the Sanguine Title. Cain rolled his eyes.Cain : What about all that shit you were spewing about being robbed and I DESERVE that belt. Andrew folded his arms across his chest.Andrew : Just bullshit I was saying to make you feel better about your pathetic existence. There no such thing as being robbed. You lost that shit because you fucked up, plain and simply. You allowed Mortus to get the upper hand on you at the last minute and you lost. Plain and fucking simple. And I’m sure now the boss wants to tear your fucking head off and shit down your throat. So clean yourself up, get dressed. Your plane to New York leaves in an fucking hour. Don’t be late…he hates it when you’re late. Cain : Yeah, whatever. Andrew turned and walked out the door. As he burst into the hallway he nearly ran over the waiting Rachel.Andrew : Watch it sugar-tits, I got places to be. Rachel sneered, shook her head, and mumbled under her breath as she walked Andrew walk away.Rachel : Fuck you and your brother. ----------------------------------------------------------- Cain stood with his hand folded in front of him in the dimly lit, New York City office. The office was on the top floor of a high-rise building that was within walking distance of Times Square and the church in which he murdered a man in a confessional booth.
The only lighting in the office came from the dim glow of the fireplace on the north wall. In the distance, Cain could make out the faint image of an oak desk but couldn’t see anyone sitting behind it due to the envelopment of the shadows. Cain had been told to enter the office by the young receptionist with the perky breasts sitting directly outside the large wooden double doors. And now he stood in awkward silence wondering if anyone was actually in the office with him or if he should walk forward and take a seat in the one single plush chair that was placed in front of the desk.
He took the time to glance around the office, paying special attention to the painting which adorned the walls. Directly above the fire place was a large oil painting with a golden frame. The painting was of a giant fig tree. The tree was so large that it nearly took up every inch of the canvas. Fruit was scattered all throughout the branches of the tree, with the exception of one predominantly bare spot. Just as he was turning his attention away from the painting, something else in the tree caught his eye. He didn’t spot it at first because it was almost as green as the leave that surrounded it but, coiled around one of the branches of the fig tree, half hiding amongst the foliage was a long, thin snake. Its forked tongue hung from its mouth and it’s beady black eyes seemed to be eyeing the bare spot on the tree. Cain squinted for a moment, then smirked. It couldn’t be, he thought. This couldn’t be a painting of the tree he and Andrew’s parents… But his thoughts were interrupted by a deep, raspy voice.Voice : Do you like that picture? Cain turned his head in the direction of the desk and cleared his throat. Cain : Sort of. Is that the… Voice : Yes…the very one. I painted it myself. He painted it himself? Cain didn’t understand this. What was he implying? Was he trying to say he was there and painted it? Or simply that he had painted it and not at all referencing a time? The question played on his mind for a moment but then Cain had to drop it. He knew better than to ask that question.Voice : Please, sit down Cain. Cain moved forward slowly and sat in the plush chair. It was surprisingly comfortable and he sunk right into the cushiony seat.Voice : Comfy? Cain nodded, unsure if the man behind the voice could see him, but decided it would have to suffice. He wanted to speak as little as possible during this meeting. Just take his licking and get out while he was still able to breathe.Voice : Do you know why I called you here today Cain? Cain shook his head but still answered.Cain : Losing at Crimson Dawn? Silence. Cain felt himself being measured by a set of eyes looking him up and down. Trying to read him and judge his body language. It made him uncomfortable.Voice : That’s one reason. But mainly because I fear that the agreement that we have is becoming…how should I say…unraveled. Is this true? Cain paused, thinking.Cain : No, I don’t believe so. Just a string of bad luck is all. Voice : Luck? There is no such thing as luck Cain. Either you do…or you don’t…and that is all based on one’s own skill level. Do you agree? Cain’s palms were sweaty. He wiped them on his pants.Cain : If you say so. Again silence. And again Cain was uncomfortable.Voice : Do you know why you are in Vendetta Championship Wrestling Cain? Do you know why I have suspended your harvesting of evil off your lists while you are wrestling? Cain shook his head.Cain : No sir, I can’t say that I do. Andrew never- Voice : -Andrew’s an idiot. This statement shocked Cain. He had always felt that Andrew and the boss were on the same level. He knew that Andrew was deathly afraid of the boss but Cain always felt that Andrew was his right hand man and that he trusted Andrew. To hear him call him an idiot shattered this preconception.Voice : Andrew is an idiot and the only reason he is still around…is because he is your brother. And although there is deep seeded hatred for him in your heart, beneath that hatred is love and you would be devastated to lose him. Again Cain sat in awe filled silence.Voice : So I humor him and make him think he’s in charge of you, make him think he’s helping me call the shots. When all the while, it’s you Cain. It’s you that I want. It’s you who I trust. It’s you who will be victorious. The reason that you are in Vendetta Championship Wrestling is because I NEED you to be. I NEED you to win those titles. I NEED you to become the major star of that federation. The real reasons I have are of no concern to you, or to you brother, or to that whore that you pal around with. All that you need to know is that I NEED you to, and that should suffice. Cain : Why should I give two shits what you need? You’ve corrupted my brother. You’ve cursed me to a life of eternal damnation and servitude. I’ve been in VCW for exactly five weeks and I’ve already felt like I’ve been to Hell and back. This wrestling thing was NOT part of our original deal. The LISTS were part of the deal. You reneged and now…I am too. Cain sat back in his chair. His entire body was trembling after what he had just said. He knew that no one could talk to the boss like that and live to see another day. He knew that at any moment, a creature would leap from behind that desk, out of the shadows, and devour his very soul. He would rip him limb from limb, all the while ensuring he remained conscious enough to witness and feel the entire event. But seconds turned into minutes as time ticked away and nothing happened. Then he spoke.Voice : You are right…this wasn’t part of our deal. However, my original intention was to bring down Craig Christ…and it seems as if that time is closer at hand than we may have thought. Cain : What? Voice : I have arranged for you to have a match with Mr. Christ at Vengeance 2.1. If you win…then I will give you the choice of continuing on in my…I mean OUR…quest of complete domination of VCW. Or you can choose to take your brother and leave. All contracts with me will be null and void. You both will be free and clear to live normal lives as you both see fit. Cain : What’s the catch? There’s always a catch. Voice : The catch is…if you lose…I kill you brother. If you lose, you take his place beside me for all eternity. Cain sat and thought but, honestly, what did he have to think about? It wasn’t like he could say no thanks and get up and walk out. This wasn’t a “choice” he had. The boss was telling him straight up how it was going to be whether he liked it or not. All Cain could do was grin, bite his tongue, and bare it.Cain : Why am I so special? Why do you need me so bad? Why won’t Abel do? Cain swore he heard a faint chuckle coming from the shadow.Voice : Because you are special to me Cain in ways Abel is not. Whereas he is the true son of Adam…you...are MY SON.
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Post by Great Nodnarb on Aug 1, 2008 23:56:34 GMT -5
(The scene opens with The Great Nodnarb standing in front of a warehouse. This is the warehouse that Nodnarb was told to go to in the letter he got.)
Nodnarb: Well, this is it. I hope I’m not making a mistake by coming here. I’ve wanted to know what happened to my parents though for the last few years. I’m not passing up an opportunity to find out what happened. Here goes nothing.
(Nodnarb opens the door to the warehouse.)
Nodnarb: There is nothing here. It’s just an empty warehouse. Was I tricked into coming here? I don’t see anybody. Maybe this is a trap.
Voice: I assure you that this isn’t a trap.
Nodnarb: Who is there?
(A man walks into the warehouse wearing a mask.)
?: You can call me the Shadow for now.
Nodnarb: Why are you wearing a mask?
Shadow: I could be asking you the same question. I’m hiding my true identity from you. That’s my reason. What is yours?
Nodnarb: I like to hide who I am also.
Shadow: Well, I already know who you are. You aren’t really hiding your identity from me or anybody else. We all know that you are poor Brandon Black. You don’t know what happened to your parents. Isn’t that sad. I actually find it to be funny but I have a sick sense of humor.
Nodnarb: Please, tell me anything you know about my parents. I just want to know what happened to them. Why was I sent away? There has to be a reason that they would get rid of me. I’ve tried to do plenty of research but I always come up with nothing.
Shadow: Perhaps nobody wants you to know what really happened to them. Maybe they don’t think your mind could comprehend why they would get rid of you. You might go crazy or even more crazy than you already are. I think you can comprehend the information though. I know exactly what happened to your parents. Unlike you, I have the proper research to find things like this out.
Nodnarb: Do you know what happened to my parents?
Shadow: Yes.
Nodnarb: Can you please tell me what happened to them?
Shadow: I can but only on one condition.
Nodnarb: What is it?
Shadow: You must agree to wrestle for me. You will do whatever I want. You will be under my control. Do you agree to this?
Nodnarb: I don’t know. I like to wrestle just for me. Wrestling is my passion. It’s my number one love in the world.
Shadow: Your life really is pathetic. But if you don’t want to work for me, then I guess you don’t want to know what happened to your parents.
Nodnarb: Fine, I will work for you if you tell me what happened to my parents.
Shadow: That’s what I like to hear. You must sign this contract first. That way I know you are onboard with this deal.
(Nodnarb signs the contract.)
Shadow: Good. You now work for me. I will now live up to my end of the deal. I will tell you what happened to your parents.
Nodnarb: Thank you. All I want to know is what happened to them.
Shadow: You killed them.
Nodnarb: I what?
Shadow: You killed your parents.
Nodnarb: There is no way. I couldn’t have killed my parents. Why would I do something like that? Wait. I remember what happened now. It’s all coming back to me. I remember coming home from school.
(Flashback)
Nodnarb: Where the hell is everyone? Mom? Dad? Uncle Frank? I always get myself with those Home Alone references. They must have went out somewhere. Neither of them work today. I hope they aren’t having sex upstairs.
(A gun shot is heard.)
Nodnarb: What the hell? That came from the liquor store across the street. I’ve waited my whole life to be a hero. Today will be my day. I’ll just go grab a gun from my dad’s gun cabinet.
(Nodnarb goes and grabs a gun.)
Nodnarb: I swear that there are a few missing.
(Nodnarb heads across the street and into the liquor store. He sees two masked robbers with guns. They are holding the store workers at gun point and they are demanding cash.)
Robber: Put the gun down, kid. You don’t want us to kill you or any of these people. We just want the money and then we will leave in peace.
Clerk: I already gave you the money from the register.
Robber: We want the money from the safe.
Clerk: Fine, let me just open it. (The Clerk pulls out a small safe.) It’s a pretty tricky combination.
(The Clerk opens the safe but instead of money it has a gun inside. The Clerk pulls it out but gets shot quickly by the two robbers. Nodnarb uses this chance to shoot the two robbers.)
Nodnarb: Those robbers got to know not to mess with me. I feel bad for that clerk though.
(Nodnarb looks down at the robbers’ guns.)
Nodnarb: Wait a minute. Those are my dad’s guns. These guys must have stole them from my house. Maybe if I take off their masks, then I will know who these people are.
(Nodnarb takes off the robbers’ masks only to find out that his parents were the robbers.)
Nodnarb: No, this can’t be happening. Why would my parents do this? My whole world is falling apart right before my eyes. I can’t go on any longer.
(Nodnarb passes out and flashback ends.)
Nodnarb: I guess my mind blocked that out all these years.
Shadow: You had a pretty severe mental breakdown.
Nodnarb: Why would my parents commit a robbery?
Shadow: Your parents had just went bankrupt. You were about to lose your home and everything. I guess they never told you. They had committed other robberies that day. They even killed a few more people than that clerk. It was all covered up pretty well to keep you from finding out.
Nodnarb: I wish I hadn’t found out.
Shadow: You asked me to tell you and I did. You can look at it this way. You were a hero that day. You stopped the villains even if they were your parents. Who knows how many more people they could have killed that day.
Nodnarb: I still don’t like it though.
Shadow: I didn’t expect you too. Now though, we must talk about something else.
Nodnarb: What do you mean?
Shadow: I mean wrestling. You have a VCW Sanguine Championship match coming up.
Nodnarb: Yeah, about that. I think I’m going to take a break from wrestling. After finding out this new information, wrestling doesn’t seem that important to me.
Shadow: That’s too bad because you don’t have a choice. You signed a contract that says that you will do what I want you to do. I want you to wrestle. Now, you don’t want to have this go to court, do you?
Nodnarb: You got me. I have no other choice but to wrestle for you.
Shadow: That’s what I thought. I see your opponent for this match is Mortus. Let’s get the facts straight right now. You can’t beat Mortus. He may love to brag about being VCW Sanguine Champion and one half of the FMW Tag Team Champions, but there is a reason he can brag. It’s because he is an outstanding wrestler who will stop at nothing to hurt somebody. Mortus is very good at his craft. You don’t stand a chance against him.
Nodnarb: What is the point of me trying then?
Shadow: That is where I come in. I will help you defeat Mortus. Without me, you don’t stand a chance of beating him. With me, you can’t lose. Do I make myself clear?
Nodnarb: Yes. You have made yourself very clear.
Shadow: Nodnarb, ever since you came to VCW. You haven’t been taken seriously. You were looked at as some crazy guy who likes to run to the ring. You were the guy with a cool mask. Nobody thought you would win the triple threat match at Crimson Dawn to earn this title opportunity but you did. Hell, did you listen to the commentary for Crimson Dawn? They didn’t even say your name right for most of the match. They were calling you the Great Nobnard instead of Nodnarb. They don’t respect you. They don’t think you belong in a title match for VCW. They don’t think you have a chance of winning. You will show them that you can win. You will defeat them. What is your name?
Nodnarb: I am the Great Nodnarb.
Shadow: Louder.
Nodnarb: I AM THE GREAT NODNARB!!!
Shadow: And what will you be.
Nodnarb: I WILL BE THE NEXT VCW SANGUINE CHAMPION!!!
Shadow: That’s what I like to hear.
Nodnarb: I just have one question. Who exactly are you?
(Shadow takes off his mask.)
Shadow: I’m Bob Babaganoosh and you’re going to help me destroy VCW.
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Cain Ravid
Lower Midcarder
"Not so; if anyone kills Cain, he will suffer vengeance seven times over."
Posts: 106
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Post by Cain Ravid on Aug 2, 2008 10:13:02 GMT -5
VCW Vengeance 2.1
Onkar Sammael vs. Bmore
Street Fight Romeo McCoy vs. Erich Ahriman
Craig Christ vs. Cain Ravid
First Blood Match for the Sanguine Championship Mortus (c) vs. The Great Nodnarb
Drew Michaels and Trey Spruance vs. Judas de Dios and Fuego Mistico (w/ Craig Christ)
Second Chances Match Magnum vs. Chris Austin
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Post by bmore on Aug 2, 2008 11:52:02 GMT -5
VCW Vengeance 2.1 Live from the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia
Onkar Sammael vs. Bmore
Street Fight Romeo McCoy vs. Erich Ahriman
Craig Christ vs. Cain Ravid
First Blood Match for the Sanguine Championship Mortus (c) vs. the Great Nodnarb
Drew Michaels and Trey Spruance vs. Judas de Dios and Fuego Mistico (w/ Craig Christ)
Second Chances Match Magnum vs. Chris Austin *
* - If Magnum wins the match, he will be included in the World Title match at Deliverance. If Austin wins the match, he will be included in the Sanguine Title match at Deliverance.
Plus, Thomas Hookton addresses the World Title situation, one lucky fan will get the chance of a lifetime, and the contract signing for the World Heavyweight Championship match at Deliverance!
PROMO ONLY until Friday, August 1 11:59 PM PST. VOTING AND PROMO UNTIL Monday, August 3 11:59 PM PST. [/b]
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Post by Great Nodnarb on Aug 2, 2008 13:47:18 GMT -5
VCW Vengeance 2.1 Live from the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia
Onkar Sammael vs. Bmore
Street Fight Romeo McCoy vs. Erich Ahriman
Craig Christ vs. Cain Ravid
First Blood Match for the Sanguine Championship Mortus (c) vs. the Great Nodnarb
Drew Michaels and Trey Spruance vs. Judas de Dios and Fuego Mistico (w/ Craig Christ)
Second Chances Match Magnum vs. Chris Austin *
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Austin
Lower Midcarder
Posts: 172
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Post by Austin on Aug 2, 2008 14:40:29 GMT -5
VCW Vengeance 2.1 Live from the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia
Bmore
Street Fight Romeo McCoy vs. Erich Ahriman
Cain Ravid
First Blood Match for the Sanguine Championship Mortus (c)
Drew Michaels and Trey Spruance vs. Judas de Dios and Fuego Mistico (w/ Craig Christ)
Second Chances Match Chris Austin *
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Post by Eric Ares on Aug 2, 2008 14:46:50 GMT -5
VCW Vengeance 2.1 Live from the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia
Onkar Sammael vs. Bmore Ares Says: Vote goes here by Proxy, no-shows kill kittens.
Street Fight Romeo McCoy vs. Erich Ahriman Ares Says: KILLS KITTENS!
Craig Christ vs. Cain Ravid Ares Says: kittens etc etc
First Blood Match for the Sanguine Championship Mortus (c) vs. the Great Nodnarb Ares Says: People Showed up! Morty played the evil part so great I had to give him the Nod over the Narb.
Drew Michaels and Trey Spruance vs. Judas de Dios and Fuego Mistico (w/ Craig Christ) Ares Says: This is your kitten, this is your kitten on massive no shows.
Second Chances Match Magnum vs. Chris Austin * Ares Says: I mark for rapists......wait a minute that doesn't sound right.
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Post by kennithnoisewater on Aug 3, 2008 14:00:07 GMT -5
VCW Vengeance 2.1 Live from the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia
Onkar Sammael vs. Bmore
Street Fight Romeo McCoy vs. Erich Ahriman
Craig Christ vs. Cain Ravid
First Blood Match for the Sanguine Championship Mortus (c) vs. the Great Nodnarb
Drew Michaels and Trey Spruance vs. Judas de Dios and Fuego Mistico (w/ Craig Christ)
Second Chances Match Magnum vs. Chris Austin
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Post by Judas De Dios on Aug 4, 2008 0:58:41 GMT -5
Jaime, my son! Always remember the things you where taught by me!
Defend those that are less fortunate than you!
Never be corrupted by those that only care for themselves!
Always pray every day!
Take care of your family!
And always trust that God is with you! God will reveal his purpose to you! Adios my first-born!
That was the letter that my father wrote to me on his deathbed, a bullet in his throat not allowing him to tell me in person. I was ten years old at that time. The drug dealers of Villahermosa shot my father in cold blood, since he was one of the few good police officers in the city. That is probably why we lived in poverty while the other “officers” lived in comfort and wealth.
I was born Jaime Carlos de la Luz, son of Victor and Mariana de la Luz. I was the oldest of four. We where a poor family, but we where rich in love! God took care of us! That is why I couldn’t understand why he took my father away! I prayed every night for the answers! But I didn’t lose my faith, because I promised my father to always trust in God, no matter what!
My one love in those days was wrestling! From my third birthday, my father would save money to take me to Arena Mexico for my birthday every year. It was my fifteenth birthday when I one day decided to become a wrestler. I figured it must have been my calling. It was my joy as a child, and it was my escape from real life after my father died.
I felt alive for the first time since my father died! I was making a good amount of money since I was blessed with height, which made me a bigger attraction in Mexico. I got to go around Mexico and also see Texas, Arizona, and San Diego, California. I was able to provide for my family! I was alive!
Than that night happened!
While wrestling in El Paso, Texas, I fought against a wrestler known as Davy Younger. He was a student of Eclipse, the uncle of Mass Chaos. Both Chaos and Eclipse where in attendance, watching Younger. After our match they came to me and congratulated me on a good effort. They gave me their numbers and two weeks later contacted me. Chaos had arranged for me to get a shot in LPW in a dark match. This would be the first time I had traveled to the Main Land United States and was ecstatic! I was ready to show the world what I was made of!
But a demon jumped me, snapped my knee like a twig, and destroyed my dream! I went insane! I was in the hospital for a month, agonizing over my lost shot! Then, the final blow! After I had my knee broken, I got a letter from a family friend in Villahermosa. My mother, my two brothers, and my sister where murdered by the drug dealers of the town during a gang war! My mother was just doing laundry while my younger siblings where running around and playing and my brother Julio was studying! I went over the edge! I hurt many orderlies and doctors! For all of this, I was committed. And it all started when that demon destroyed my knee! That demon’s name is Ken Ryans!
But when I was at my darkest, God came to my rescue, thanks to his blessed Son, the new Christ! Craig Christ has promised me vengeance and justice! And thanks to Christ and his friend Bruce Edward King III, I now have a new purpose! I have a new life! Jamie Carlos de la Luz became baptized and reborn. In his place stands Judas de Dios!
The scene starts in the former Villahermosa, Mexico, recently renamed Nuevo Jerusalem. Through the assets of Craig Christ and Bruce Edward King III, Judas was able to clean the drug dealers out of the town and give the people hope. He disturbed money to the people so that they would be able to live comfortable, in return for their services in rebuilding Villahermosa into a grand new city, for Christ! The people saw Judas as a savior and new prophet and they did so readily. We see Judas walking to the church, wanting to see the priest of the town before going to his families’ gravesite.
Father Vargas: Hello there, young Jaime. Welcome back home! May God bless you for what you have done for the people of Villahermosa! I have never seen them so lively and happy in the twenty-five years I have been here!
Judas: Thank you, Padre! I wanted to ask for confession, if you have the time.
Father Vargas: There is always time to ask for God’s forgiveness, my son!
Judas: Bless me father, for I have sinned! I have been feeling a growing rage and a need for revenge for many years! I have always wanted to find the man that murdered my family and bring them to justice!
Father Vargas: That is a very natural feeling, my son! But you must pray to God for guidance and that he will dole out justice to those that have done so to you and your loved ones!
Judas: I also feel the need to ask forgiveness for what I am about to do! God has guided me to a person who was responsible for the murder of my father, Padre! And I am very close to finding him.
Father: What do you mean, my son? Your father was killed in a mindless gang shoot out!
Judas: Before the gangs left, I had some of their hierarchy in front of me. I killed one of them, but told the other two that if they told me why my father had to die, they would live! I took one of there men, so vengeance against the gang was satisfied. What they told me was astonishing!
Judas blindsides the Father with a punch to the face, knocking him out for a loop. He cowers toward the pulpit, blood gushing from his nose.
Judas: You see, Padre, these men told me that for years, you took money from them. I look back and realize that you always drove the best car, had all the most beautiful things, and always went on vacations in the summers when Father Ernesto would teach the parish instead of you! You took money from the men that made this city’s life a living hell! And you watched without care that they murdered many people in cold blood or by accident! Don’t try to lie to me about not taking money from them, Padre. They where nice enough to give me copies of there books! But there was something else that they told me that…disturbed me, Padre!
Judas: They told me that my father was coming close to exposing you for your greed to all of the people. And you couldn’t have that. So you told them that you needed someone dealt with! MY FATHER! A man that gave his blood for this city and did the honest thing for his family! You ordered him dead! And just like Pontus Pilate is accountable for the death of Christ just as much as the Hebrews, you will be held accountable for the death of my father! The man I killed was the gunman! Time for me to give justice to my father by getting rid of you!
Judas grabs Father Vargas and drags him outside. He tells Father Ernesto to get the people to the town square. Judas drags Vargas all the way to the town square. He pulls out a Damascus Blade Knife and holds at the throat of the Padre.
Judas: My friends, I bring this man before you and proclaim him guilty of crimes against all of you! You have all suffered from the oppression of the gangs, but relied on the church to give you salvation from there oppression. This…animal took money from the gangs and prospered from them while you starved! He drove in fancy cars while you all had to walk miles upon miles! He ate the finest food in the world while you dined on the crumbs of the earth! He was responsible for the death of my father!
The crowd gasps at this and starts to grow in anger. Judas sees the anger in the eyes of the people. He wants to just stab Father Vargas right there, but sees that he is not the only one that has been hurt by this man.
Judas: My friends, I wanted to carry out justice on this spawn of the devil! But he has hurt you all too. So I say, since you have all given me the power to be the head of the government in this city, that all able bodied men and women that are strong enough form two lines in the center of town. Use belts, sticks, and fists! He will run the gauntlet! You all will have a chance to let him know what he did to you! This is your sentence, Vargas! May God have mercy on your soul, Padre! Because no one else will!
The crowd of people grabs Father Vargas and takes him to the middle of town. As the crowd disperses, Judas sees two men still standing in the town square. One of the was a small mysterious man, while the other was his financial advisor and manager in the states, Bruce Edward King III.
Bruce: Impressive, Mr. de Dios! Most impressive! I sometimes wish justice was practiced in such a manner in the USA.
Judas: Mr. King, this is an unexpected pleasure. Does the great Craig Christ have any need of my services?
King: In fact he does, Judas! Oh, how rude of me. Let me introduce you to the man that Christ wants you to team with. This is Fuego Mistico! He is to be your partner in your new crusade!
Judas: A pleasure, my friend! Welcome to our humble city!
Mistico: Thank you, sir! Might I say that you have an…interesting sense of justice! But I believe that you chose wisely! Though no one would have blamed you had you stabbed him through the neck yourself, you let the people have the justice they deserve. Your selflessness in dealing with a man that killed your father is something admirable to the eyes of my ancestors and to me.
Bruce: Here are the orders from Christ, Judas. You two are to jump Andrew Michaels after his match at the Crimson Dawn PPV!
Judas: Isn’t he the one that blasphemes against God and spit in the face of Christ?
Bruce: The same! Christ has him on his list to be dealt with! He thought it would be a fitting test for you to show your loyalty to Christ! And Christ believes that no one better than Fuego can assist you in what must be done! Fuego will guide you when he must! But together, you two will be an unstoppable force! After we watch justice being served to that priest, we all must be off to New Orleans for the PPV! We must send a message to that heretic! OUCH! Man that old woman tore his ear off with that stick!
Judas: You can enjoy the punishment of this false prophet. I must go to my family’s gravesite and give them final peace! I will see you in a few minutes, friends!
As the Bruce and Fuego watch the punishment being carried out, Judas walks to the cemetery. Out of nowhere, he hears a voice in his head!
“Blessed are you, Warrior of God! I will give you the answers which you seek in due time!”
He looks around, wondering if someone is playing tricks on him, but no one is around! It could only be one thing. The voice of the lord!
It has been one week since Fuego and Judas attacked Drew Michaels at Crimson Dawn. The new GM, Skyler Striker has placed the new team of Fuego Mistico and Judas de Dios against the heretic Drew Michaels and the sinner Trey Spurance. Judas is on a flight toward Dallas for a connection flight to Atlanta. Bruce is in the seat next to him, a sleep and dreaming of a plot to defraud the National Treasury. Judas blacks out and goes into a deep sleep. When he comes to, he is still in his seat, but the rest of the plane is empty. He looks toward the cockpit and sees a figure of a person in bright light. He hears a familiar voice and drops on his knees.
Judas: Blessed be you, my lord and God. What do you command your unworthy servant?
The figure comes closer, the bright light dulling as he comes closer to Judas. Gabriel steps forward and holds his hand out to the young man.
Gabriel: Rise, my noble warrior! You are favored in my eyes for what you have done for you people, ridding them of the evils and false prophets and bringing them hope. You have done well in my name and are doing well in helping Christ take out someone who has angered heaven and me!
Judas: You mean Drew Michaels, O Lord Gabriel?
Gabriel: The same, my son! He has cursed me and spreads his lies that I am not who I say I am! For years he has blasphemed against me on earth, claiming to be the Chosen One and God’s instrument! He is nothing but a Heretic and a blasphemer! He must pay for his sins, my son!
Judas: What can I do, O Lord Gabriel? Whatever you command, I will do for your glory!
Gabriel: Make this Drew Michaels life a living hell! Do not allow him to rest! Break him until he can run and hide no longer! Make him pay for his blasphemy, his false prophesying, and his betrayal of the man that saved you, Craig Christ! Do this for me and I will remember forever your sacrifice and suffering for my sake! Behold, your family will be blessed in my eyes!
Judas: What you ask, I shall do with all the strength and fire I have inside of me. This false prophet will scream for forgiveness and will praise the name of Gabriel before I am through with him.
Gabriel: Go forth, my son! Do my bidding!
Judas awakens from his deep sleep. He looks to his left and sees that Bruce is up and hitting on a stewardess.
Bruce: Screw that mile high club nonsense, love! I will show how we do things in Nottingham, by way of Martha’s Vineyard! Don’t walk away! I could buy this Airline if I wanted to! Women! Nice to see you awake, Judas! You slept like it was the first time in years! The stewardess hit you twice with the cart and knocked a tray all over you and you didn’t budge!
Judas: I was talking to the lord! He spoke with me!
Bruce: Really? Ah…what did he say?
Judas: Take care of Drew Michaels for Christ. That is my mission!
Bruce: Good to know. And you and Fuego won’t have to necessarily have to worry about Mr. Spurance getting in your way of breaking Michaels. He hates Michaels with a passion and would be more likely to hit him with a chair than to help him!
Judas: Spurance will be dealt with later for his sins! But as long as he doesn’t interfere with Fuego and I meting out Holy Justice on Michaels, than he will live and be absolved!
Bruce: Good to know, lad! Excuse me for one moment; I need to go to the restroom!
Bruce walks to the restroom and closes the door. He instead goes on his cell phone and makes a call.
Bruce: Hello, sir! Yes, your plan is going according to plan! Young Judas and Mistico hit it off well and will be a force to be reckoned with! You know that I know wrestling talent! I am not just some desk jockey, you know! But are you sure Judas is going to be all right? He just told me that he just talked to God! And he has only been out of the psych ward for a few months! What with losing his big chance at LPW and the rest of his family dying, I wouldn’t be all there either! Uhuh! Ok! Whatever you say, Mr. Christ! Just trust him! Of course I trust YOUR judgment, sir! It’s just the kid isn’t even twenty yet and he has gone through so much! But I understand sir! I trust and will abide by your judgment! Whatever you say sir! Good-bye sir!
Click
Bruce: This kid is either out of his mind or he is a New Prophet! Well, hopefully Michaels has a coffin ready. Because Fuego and Judas are unlike anything anyone has ever seen! And I have seen some damn good wrestlers. Namely myself! HAHA! And when you have the powers that are guiding these two men by there side, nothing will stop them! Only the powers that control them!
Bruce leaves the stall and slaps the ass of the closest stewardess before making a get away, making her think it was the male flight attendant behind her. Bruce starts laughing in his seat as the Stewardess starts to beat down the Male Flight Attendant. He looks upon Judas and sees him praying. “Hopefully he is praying for victory.”
I have defended my neighbors, papi!
I have gotten rid of those that have made all of our lives a living hell!
And God answered my prayers and should his purpose to me!
I have a purpose! I am God’s Holy Warrior, sent by him to deal punishment against his enemies on earth! I hope you are proud of me father! I have done all of this in your honor! I love you Papi! God is showing me the way!
I am the New Age Apostle!
I am the Gatekeeper of Nuevo Jerusalem!
I am the Foot Soldier of God!
I am Judas de Dios!
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Post by Judas De Dios on Aug 4, 2008 1:03:49 GMT -5
VCW Vengeance 2.1 Live from the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia
Bmore
Street Fight Romeo McCoy vs. Erich Ahriman
Cain Ravid
First Blood Match for the Sanguine Championship the Great Nodnarb
Judas de Dios and Fuego Mistico (w/ Craig Christ)
Second Chances Match Magnum
* - If Magnum wins the match, he will be included in the World Title match at Deliverance. If Austin wins the match, he will be included in the Sanguine Title match at Deliverance.
Plus, Thomas Hookton addresses the World Title situation, one lucky fan will get the chance of a lifetime, and the contract signing for the World Heavyweight Championship match at Deliverance!
Votes Subject to change pending the rest of the promos.
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Post by Fuego Mistico on Aug 4, 2008 1:16:42 GMT -5
The Aztec Warrior
-Scene 1-
A rainy night in Mexico City. 11:32 PM, Calle Moctezuma. A silhouette of a man can be seen walking right in the middle of the empty road, with a bulging knapsack slung over his shoulder.
All of a sudden, he sharply turns right and opens a door. He walks inside and up a flight of dingy stairs. At the top of the stairs is another door. He opens it to reveal a dimly-lit, messy room, with a huge table and a huge old piece of parchment on it. An old man is sitting in a chair, bent over and studying the piece of parchment.
Stranger. Senor Pelaez, have you come to a conclusion?
Senor Pelaez. I believe I have… but I’m going over it again to make sure.
Stranger. All I want you to learn is that if it is real or not.
Senor Pelaez. (pauses, then leans back from his work) Well, hombre… it is… real. I’ve studied it hundreds of times since you gave it to me.
Stranger. Of this you are absolutely sure?
Senor Pelaez. Absolutely. There seems to be no doubt about it.
Stranger. Then I would like it back.
Senor Pelaez. Of course, of course.
The old man rolls up the parchment and hands it over to the stranger.
Senor Pelaez. Now, if it isn’t too much to ask for my money.
Stranger. Of course. The payment.
The stranger reaches into his pocket. In one swift motion, he produces a knife from his pocket and stabs Senor Pelaez square in the chest. The old man is caught completely unawares.
Stranger. Your payment is your liberation, Senor Pelaez. One day you will thank me.
The stranger reaches into his pocket once more, pulling out a piece of cloth. This piece of cloth turns out to be a mask which the stranger pulls over his face.
Fuego Mistico. May Quetzalcoatl bless your soul.
Fuego Mistico leaves the room and the building, shutting the door as the dead and bleeding body of Senor Pelaez falls to the floor.
-Scene 2-
Fuego Mistico navigates the back alleys of Mexico City at night, not long after he kills Senor Pelaez. He eventually ends up in a street littered with beggars, whores, drunkards, addicts, and other good-for-nothings. He suddenly enters another door. This time, there is no stairway; it is just a one-room house, or building for that matter. It is sparsely furnished, with a single table in the center, chairs, and a solitary lightbulb hanging over the table. There are two men standing over the table, and packs of cocaine on it. Fuego’s entrance surprises them.
Drug Dealer. Hey! What the…?
Buyer. Que? Policia?
Fuego stabs the buyer in the chest with his knife without warning. The buyer’s body falls to the floor. The drug dealer pulls a gun on Fuego but Fuego knocks it out of his hand with the bloody knife.
Drug Dealer. What the hell, ese!
Fuego Mistico. How do you live?
Drug Dealer. W…what? What the fuck are you talking about!
Fuego Mistico. How do you live… by destroying your lives?
Fuego uses the knife to sweep the packs of cocaine off the table.
Drug Dealer. I don’t have to listen to this shit, cabron!
Fuego points the knife to his throat.
Fuego Mistico. Tell me… why do you destroy your lives?!
Drug Dealer. Fuck you! Kill me if you want to kill me!
Fuego Mistico. WHY DO YOU DESTROY YOUR LIVES!
Drug Dealer. I’m not destroying anything!
Fuego Mistico. Yes, you are. Every time you snort a shot of cocaine, you shorten your life. You are essentially destroying it. Why not give it in the service of my god?
Drug Dealer. I’m religious, ese! I go to Church every Sunday and everything!
Fuego Mistico. You lie. In that state, you go to your church? You are worthless. You worship the wrong God, you believe in the wrong faith. You destroy your life with drugs. You’re worthless.
Drug Dealer. Yeah? Then what am I supposed to believe in?
Fuego Mistico. The ways of your ancestors.
Drug Dealer. My ancestors were Catholics, ese!
Fuego Mistico. Not those ancestors.
Fuego suddenly slashes his throat, and he too falls to the floor.
Fuego Mistico. Your Aztec ancestors. Have a nice life in hell.
-Scene 3-
High noon in rural Mexico. An old stone church stands tall over the dry desert. Fuego Mistico, wearing a leather jacket and denim pants, can be seen walking up the road to the door of the church. As he reaches the doors, he pushes them open. The church is empty, only littered by solitary people in a couple of pews. Fuego, however, went straight for the confessional box.
Fuego Mistico. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has also been a while since my last confession.
Priest. I am glad that you have found it in your heart to return to the Father.
Fuego Mistico. Actually, Father, before we begin… I’d like to know something. A question about the faith, if you will.
Priest. Very well. What do you want to know, my son?
The priest received no answer, but a moment later, the door to his side of the confessional box flew open and there stood Fuego Mistico pointing a knife at the priest’s face.
Priest. What… what is the meaning of this?
Fuego Mistico. I want to know… “Father,” how much faith you place in your “God.”
Priest. What are you talking about? I am a priest, I have the utmost faith in the Lord, and I urge you to drop your knife!
Fuego Mistico. “Father,” you’re pathetic. Your “God” is false. Your religion is a lie.
Priest. What are you talking about?!
Fuego Mistico. Your religion is made of lies! There is only one true way!
Priest. Drop your knife!
Fuego Mistico. There is one true way. The way of our ancestors.
Priest. Ancestors? The Aztecs?
Fuego Mistico. Indeed. That is the truth.
Priest. What are you talking about, there is only one God!
Fuego Mistico. No, there is Quetzalcoatl. And you will make a fine sacrifice in his name!
Fuego stabs the priest in the chest as he covers his mouth, stifling the scream. He stops the priest’s body from falling down, shoves it back into the confessional box and closes the door. He returns to the other side of the confessional box.
Fuego Mistico. When you get to the end, when you reach the light, if by some strange chance that your lies are somewhat true and there is a “God” that is not part of those who sit in Tonatiuhichan, tell him that Quetzalcoatl will destroy him and his followers, especially his “Chosen One” Drew Michaels, by the hand of his servant and warrior, Fuego Mistico!
Fuego leaves the confessional box and the church. As he left, the church was empty, and the priest’s bloody corpse would not be found for hours.
Outside the church, a big man awaits him.
Judas de Dios. Are you finished with your “soul-searching”?
Fuego Mistico. Yes. Now let’s go.
Judas de Dios. Yes, we have a battle to win.
The two walk over the desert, where a helicopter, bearing the name of Craig Christ, awaits to fly them to Atlanta.
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Post by Fuego Mistico on Aug 4, 2008 1:19:27 GMT -5
VCW Vengeance 2.1 Live from the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia
Onkar Sammael vs. Bmore
Street Fight Romeo McCoy vs. Erich Ahriman
Craig Christ vs. Cain Ravid
First Blood Match for the Sanguine Championship Mortus (c) vs. the Great Nodnarb
Drew Michaels and Trey Spruance vs. Judas de Dios and Fuego Mistico (w/ Craig Christ)
Second Chances Match Magnum vs. Chris Austin
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Post by Mortus on Aug 4, 2008 14:51:51 GMT -5
Bmore
Street Fight Erich Ahriman
Cain Ravid
First Blood Match for the Sanguine Championship Mortus (c)
Judas de Dios and Fuego Mistico (w/ Craig Christ)
Second Chances Match Magnum
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Post by Ro on Aug 5, 2008 3:59:43 GMT -5
VCW Vengeance 2.1 Live from the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia
Onkar Sammael vs. Bmore
Street Fight Romeo McCoy vs. Erich Ahriman
Craig Christ vs. Cain Ravid
First Blood Match for the Sanguine Championship Mortus (c) vs. the Great Nodnarb
Drew Michaels and Trey Spruance vs. Judas de Dios and Fuego Mistico (w/ Craig Christ)
Second Chances Match Magnum vs. Chris Austin *
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Post by Black Venom on Aug 5, 2008 4:46:18 GMT -5
Trey: Venom runs through my veins…
The scene fades in on Trey Spruance sitting backstage in the lockeroom.
Trey: Am I the only one that thinks this is ridiculous? Why am I teaming with a man that I set out to destroy? This makes absolutely no sense whatsoever…. But I’m not going to complain for an entire promo. I want to win this match, and I know in order to do so I have to see past my differences with a certain Mr. Michaels. So what if he’s a liar, a filthy fucking liar that did nothing to stop his “brothers” from completely disappearing off the map. I will not let my anger, bitterness and the Black Venom in my heart stop me from winning this match.
Trey grabs a cigarette box from his pocket but there are no cigarettes left in it, so he crushes the box in anger.
Trey: I will freely admit that I have never herd of ether of my opponents. I am new to VCW but that does not mean I will not win. In fact, I will not only win, I will be the one who makes the pin. I will show Drew that he was simply lucky in that little match up we had. One day there will be a rematch, and when there is, there will be hell to pay…
Trey walks out of the lockeroom and down the hall to where one of the VCW techs is smoking a cigarette. Trey grabs the cigarette out of his mouth and walks off, starting to smoke it himself. The tech says nothing, possibly knowing Trey’s violent and unpredictable past towards staff and random people on the street alike.
Trey: I’d like to know why my employer, the man that got me into VCW is on the team against me? Why am I teaming with the enemy and fighting my ally? I’ve been here for one week and already I’m starting to believe that VCW is a very different promotion. It’s not like FMW or LPW in the sense that people don’t have a choice. I sorta like that. Sure, I don’t like tagging with Drew, but I don’t think “superstars” should be given the choice in the first place. There have been way to many instances of wrestlers waltzing into the managers office and demanding a match, and to my horror, are granted what they want. Fuck that. If I were manager and some prick tried to tell me what they expect I’d tell them to pack there fucking bags and go to another promotion.
Trey stamps out the cigarette.
Trey: However, just because I like the fact that the VCW manager has some semblance of a set of balls doesn’t mean I give a shit about this Vendetta Championship Wrestling. Don’t get it wrong, ‘cause that would be quite a mistake. I don’t give two shits about this place or anyone here. I’m only interested in one thing… Winning. I’ve been around the feds, I’ve become a sort of veteran in some even, but I have garnered no respect and have only ever held one title, The FHT Television title, which I lost in about one week…
Trey gets up and stretches.
Trey: I need to grab a beer, I’ll be right back.
The camera cuts to static quickly and then cuts back again with Trey Spruance smoking another cigarette with a beer in his other hand.
Trey: This time things better be different otherwise there’s gonna be some real angry motherfucker to contend with. Who’s that? ME! So what’s it gonna be VCW? You really want to piss off Black Venom? You really want me to destroy the entire promotion from the inside out? I will poison this company… Oh yes, and it will be a swift, deadly poison, but not a painless one. Each and every fool that decides to stand in my way will have to answer to the Venom… Soon you will begin to feel the Venom pulsating through your veins, and as you cry out in pain… I will be there laughing, watching you make that final sound…
Trey gets up and leans on the wall, turning his head to the camera and grinning evily.
Trey: I don't expect Judas or Fuego will put up much of a fight. Not agains't a team like me and Drew. Sure, we hate each others guts, but we've teamed together so many times it won't be difficult to put it aside long enough to have this in the bag.
Trey walks out the lockeroom, turning to the camera one last time.
Trey: Prove me wrong guys, prove me wrong.
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Post by Sir Feyd Brisbane on Aug 5, 2008 6:44:13 GMT -5
Live from the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia
Onkar Sammael vs. Bmore
Street Fight Romeo McCoy vs. Erich Ahriman
Craig Christ vs. Cain Ravid
First Blood Match for the Sanguine Championship Mortus (c) vs. the Great Nodnarb
Drew Michaels and Trey Spruance vs. Judas de Dios and Fuego Mistico (w/ Craig Christ)
Second Chances Match Magnum vs. Chris Austin
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Post by Black Venom on Aug 5, 2008 7:07:38 GMT -5
Bmore Erich Ahriman Cain Ravid Mortus (c) Drew Michaels and Trey Spruance Magnum
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Post by Mike Forrest on Aug 5, 2008 11:47:09 GMT -5
VCW Vengeance 2.1 Live from the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia
Onkar Sammael vs. Bmore
Street Fight Romeo McCoy vs. Erich Ahriman
Craig Christ vs. Cain Ravid
First Blood Match for the Sanguine Championship Mortus (c) vs. the Great Nodnarb
Drew Michaels and Trey Spruance vs. Judas de Dios and Fuego Mistico (w/ Craig Christ)
Second Chances Match Magnum vs. Chris Austin *
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Post by Ro on Aug 6, 2008 7:47:45 GMT -5
...Sigh.
I guess this'll have to do.
I won't lock this as I am waiting for Sam's promo, but no more votes.
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Post by Erich Ahriman on Aug 6, 2008 19:21:06 GMT -5
’Yo James. Who is this guy? And why is the General wasting valuable resources getting us to guard this fucking cave when we could be out there looking for Osama Bin Laden?’
‘Because The General seems to hold a special interest in this case, and what the General wants the General gets. I’m gonna go check on him.’
The one soldier enters a deep tunnel dug out of the side of a mountain. The tunnel reaches deep into a make shift room occupied by a single man chained to a wall, his wrists bloody and cut deep, his mouth cracked and dry from a lack of water and a deep look of disdain in his eyes towards the now staring soldier. This man is Erich Ahriman, the cave, his prison for the last 6 months. The soldier grabs for a bottle of water and attempts to pour it down Erich’s throat who in an act of defiance spits it out directly at the soldiers face. In retaliation he thumps the butt of his gun strongly into the stomach of Ahriman causing him to keel over slightly. The soldier begins to turn around and exit before hearing a calm voice from behind of him.
Erich:[/b] How hard it must be for you to constantly check up on me when your little girl lies at home crying for her daddy…
The soldier turns around and throws the butt of his gun again this time connecting with Erich’s head causing a trickle of blood to fall down his face.
Erich:[/b] I have the money for her treatment, the only thing you have to do is release these cuffs.
The soldiers has a look of deep confliction drilled into his eyes, he goes to speak before stopping himself. And turning round ready to walk off.
Erich:[/b] Or maybe I could just put her out of her misery. End all the pain and suffering, all the long nights crying out for her daddy in a second. It would be the only noble thing to do.
The soldier turns around, burning fury in his eyes straight into the ankles of Erich Ahriman, he gives a quick twisting jolt as the man’s neck snaps in two easily. Carefully using his feet he manoeuvres a pair of keys attached to the soldiers belt and chucks them up in the air easily catching them in his hands. He undo’s his shackles and jumps down from his prison, kicking the soldier in the head before walking on out of the cavern. Sneaking up behind the guard he jolts the second soldiers neck ensuring his freedom once and for all.
A battalion of guards lead by a tall balding man with a moustache as white as snow stand around inspecting a track of foot prints. The leader is obviously a very angry man, spouting orders to his soldiers many of whom look legitimately terrified for there lives and jobs. One of the soldiers calls over the General who hastily makes his way over.
Soldier:[/b] We found these on the floor near the tracks.
The soldier hands a small peanut towards the General who snatches it off him and examines it behind his mirrored sunglasses.
General:[/b] That fucking bastards toying with us! Right you, get ten men and send them in that direction! Tommy you take the five of you in that direction. Doug, Nick, you come with me!
The soldiers all head off in their given areas while the General grabs a gun and walks off in an a rush, hot in pursuit of his prized possession.
The sand blows around freely burning the flesh of the General doing nothing more than making him more angry. He walks forward a few more steps before signalling his two soldiers to stop.
General:[/b] The tracks stopped, keep your eyes peeled he’s a sneaky bastard!
The General turns around to see his soldiers both lying incapacitated on the floor. Their heads limp and at the feet of Erich Ahriman. The general goes to raise is gun but is invited with the sound of one of the soldiers guns now in Erich’s hand being cocked. The General drops his gun as he spits in the face of Erich Ahriman.
General:[/b] You fucking bastard! Those guys had fucking kids!
Erich Ahriman: And yet it never stopped you leading them out into this desert, making them risk their lives every day for such an empty cause. A cause that only you really cared about…
General:[/b] I was doing what was asked of me so many fucking years ago. I was doing the right fucking thing. Something you’d know nothing about you son of a bitch. So why don’t you do what you set out to do to me and put me outta my fucking misery.
Erich Ahriman:[/b] Why would I want to do a thing like that now? I know living up to your fathers wishes means so much more to you, I know it would destroy you piece by piece from the inside, don’t you agree that would be much more of a fitting luxury?
Erich Ahriman picks up the Generals gun and walks off into the distance, the General just screams at the top of his lungs an almost chant of the word bastard, burning fury in his eyes, vengeance that will one day be his running through his veins.
You made it off lucky General, the other 12 won’t be so lucky. I will have my vengeance. Vendetta Championship Wrestling better watch out, I’m coming Home…
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