*Mischeif is now still leaning up against his car, and just looks up at the sky. The blood in the front of him and in the back is now dried up, and he appears to have regained his energy quite a bit. Mischeif slowly attempts to get up, but realizes he needs to hold his side the whole way, he can manage to open his car door and get inside. He closes the door and lays in the seat for a moment. He laughs. He smiles and starts up the engine. Mischeif drives to the arena where he is going to be wrestling. He exits his car, and his shoulder and back are feeling much better now. He walks inside the arena into the locker room, and opens his locker. There are a pile of letters...fan letters..he guessed. He sits down and takes 2 or so dozen out.*[/color]
Mischeif:[/color] Let's see what he have here.
*Mischeif opens up the first letter and reads off the first line "Fuck you." He sighs, the usual hate mail, assholes. He opens up another letter and it reads "Your worthless, don't bother wrestling at Golden Road." He rips it into two and now begins to panick, and opens up a third one and it reads "You only made it this far from a no-show." Mischeif then searches through the whole pile, every one nothing more than an insult. Mischeif opens the final letter he sees, and it reads "You now think you walk alone, in the path of a now worthless person, but you will soon walk in the path of a champion." He was puzzled, before he could read who sent it to him he was hit in the back of the head, and knocked out. Dream time.*[/color]
Mischeif:[/color] What...happened? Ow, fuck, my head.
*Suddenly, out of nowhere, his mother appears. His mother is wearing an apron, with her glasses on. She is covered in flour.[/color]
Mother:[/color] Watch that mouth when your in the presence of your family, young man.
Mischeif:[/color] Family?
*Now, his father and brother appear, right beside his mother.*
Father:[/color] That's right. What the hell is your problem?
Mischeif:[/color] Where am I?
Brother:[/color] It doesn't matter. Your with us, we need to show you something Nick.
*His family motions him to walk with them, and they walk for a few minutes and stop. Out of nowhere a chest appears, and his whole family smiles. Mischeif is confused, and his family opens up the chest. It's glowing with an intense aura, and it blinds Mischeif for a moment. It's this moment his family holds out one thing: The World Wrestling Championship.*[/color]
Mischeif:[/color] The...title! How did you get it? It's...wonderful!
*His family smiles, and Mischeif slowly walks towards them. He hugs them and steps back for a moment, falling onto his knees, and smiles. He hadn't truly smiled like that for awhile. Mischeif gets up and reaches out to get the WWC title, but it slowly fades away. It's moving! His family is slowly fading away, and what he could hug, talk to, and touch, his now rapidly leaving! Mischeif begins to run to them, as they move and fade more rapidly. Before he can get to them, they're all gone. Out of nowhere, there is a glowing part of where he his, and a Voice begins to speak.*[/color]
Voice: Anything you do, you need to achieve. Nothing will present itself to you. You need to work hard to get what you want. This Wrestling championship title is no different. You think you are walking the path of a broken, lonesome man, but you will soon find out you are walking the path of a champion.
Mischeif:[/color] Walking the path of a champion..? What do you mean! Tell me! What do you mean?
*Before anything else can be said, Mischeif wakes up. He is stunned, it couldn't have been a dream. Mischeif looks to find the letter, and who it was sent from was his...family. His mother and father, and it was sent...less than a few hours ago. Impossible? Somebody was playing a prank on him. Mischeif, confused, decided he must prepare for his match. He took his shirt off to examine his wounds, but they we're gone. He was stunned, how could they be gone? His clothes did not have any blood...no evidence...Mischeif put his shirt back on, and appeared to leave the locker room and tripped on a letter. Angered now and picked it up and read it "Just go out and wrestle."[/color]
Mischeif:[/color] I'm truly trying.
*Mischeif rolls his eyes and spots another letter, he decides instead not to read it, rolls his eyes again and tosses it behind him. He exits the arena. The camera slowly zooms into the print, and it reads "We love you Nick, don't worry about us." The camera then slowly fades away.*[/color]
The city so nice they named it twice. New York, New York. Mmmmn I could live off the pollution in air. Hardcore Hitman, if you may know him, isn't a big fan of compact spaces. Yet here he stands- er... leans in a overpacked subway transit. Stuffed between a fat balding man and a stocky women reeking of a doubleshift, who, to be more annoying, won't stop babbling about the bridge collapsing in Minnesota. It was in Minnesota for christ sake. I guess that's why everyone is taking the subway, fear of falling off a bridge? Yeah right! Hell this subway is probably older then a bridge. A sudden stop suprises HHM, who would have flew forward if not for the fat flaps of the two, he would have flown forward. The doors open, even more people are going in, and hardly are going out. Oh screw that, I'll walk. HHM squeezes out of the pair and dashes out of it just before the doors close.
The sudden aroma of tabacco became stronger as he walked up the long stairway up to city level. So Hardcore Hitman followed suit and lit up one of his cigarette. Aaaaah finally a little bit of spac- WHAT THE FUCK! The city streets were just as bad. Flocks and flocks of people, coming from everywhere and leaving from everywhere. Bah. With minor cussing, HHM joins the crowd and walks down a sidewalk. After about ten minutes of waiting, the light finally shows the little stick man and the whole crowd walks, with some jackass pushing HHM as soon as it turned. He disliked New York all ready. Around fifteen minutes of stop and go, HHM had it. He went down a allyway. The allyway was dark, but he could see Madison Square Garden on the other side, so why suffer any longer? A sudden Brooklyn accent broke HHM's train of though.
"Ay prettyboy, this ain't happy-go-lucky fairlyland" Hardcore Hitman completely ignored him, and walked past him. A sudden flick made HHM instictivly draw out his glock and aims it at the man's head. He was weilding a pressure sensitive switchblade, with what looked like a rusted blood on it. "Woah bro, no reason to bring a gun to a knife fight" "A fight? You call stabbing someone from behind a fight? I call that assult." HHM quickly grabs the knife and puts the glock right up onto the man's forehead. "If I see you again, I'll SHOOT TO KILL." Hardcore Hitman turns away and heads to the building, not even worring about the man behind him.
So far, the only thing HHM grew to like in this town was, in fact Madison Square Garden, home of the New York Rangers. He gazed at the structer, but it just wasn't the same a General Motor's Place. He could feel just a little less pissed off all ready.
End of Promo 1
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Post by willstringer on Aug 5, 2007 0:49:38 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Scene comes into focus with Gravedigger standing alone by a corpse. The corpse is that of the camera man from before. This time there is a new camera man and he is holding onto the previous owners camera. He shifts slightly trying to get comfortable but the weight of the camera makes him put it down and set up a heavy duty tripod. Once it is in place Gravedigger looks at the camera.[/glow]
GRAVEDIGGER: "So here is a man who couldn't deal with death and one who has seen death first hand. Ah here she comes."
The camera pans to the right and shows Vanessa making her way to Gravedigger and the corpse. She looks at the camera and her pale face has a glow like appearance to it. The camera man zooms in on her to show more detail. Here eyes are sunken into her skull creating a more deathly look to her face. The skin clings to her skull like cured leather. Her lips are blood read as if she has just sucked the blood out of another victim but it is actually lipstick on her lips. Out of the fog comes Stacy dressed in a tattered and sexy white gown accenting her every feature. She gently pushes Vanessa towards Gravedigger.
STACY: "I regret to tell you this husband but he won't be coming."
GRAVEDIGGER: "Oh well why would he? Things that used to belong to him now belong to me. Isn't that right Vanessa?" Vanessa nods since she can't talk and Gravedigger points at the body by his feet. "You may feed now."
In the arena Nigel and Larry are watching her kneel down and grip the corpse with her bare hands. The camera pans around the arena to show the fans cheering her on to eat the dead human flesh.
LARRY: "Are we actually seeing things Nigel?"
NIGEL: "Oh I don't think so Larry. I think we are seeing a ready body that is going to be consumed by a resurrected zombie."
LARRY: "I think your right Nigel. But why would he do something like this?"
NIGEL: "Oh I don't want to look!"
Larry looks at the titantron and fights off his gag reflex as Vanessa rips off a chunk of flesh from the arm of the corpse. Gravedigger smiles down at her and strokes the top of her head as if she was his pet. Stacy kneels down beside her and quietly urges her to eat and gain her strength.
STACY: "You see Platinum Warrior my husband can kill easily and he can also bring the dead back to life. It is only a matter of time. Time that you don't have. When you face him you will know and feel the power that flows through him and around him. You will also face your past Platinum Warrior just as Vanessa and Ryan has. This body that you see here, once it is consumed Vanessa will be alive and whole once more ready to face the world for a second time."
Nigel can be heard puking violently into a garbage can. The idiot never removed his head set so everyone can hear him clearly. Larry looks a little on the green side but his efforts to prevent himself from joining Nigel are getting more and more desperate as he watches Vanessa eat.
LARRY: "Of all the things I have seen in my life this has to be one of the worst. I can't believe my ears! The fans are loving this more than I am."
The camera pans around the arena and it shows that Larry is right. None of the fans seem to be bothered by this strange turn of events. Nigel pukes again and the fans cheer him on. The camera shows Gravedigger once more.
GRAVEDIGGER: "Thats right Vanessa eat and be whole. Platinum I know you stated that you know death. But do you know death as well as I?" *He chuckles* "Somehow I don't think you do. When we meet in that ring know this and realize that death is always on my side."
LARRY: "Ladies and Gentlemen I believe this man. Do you?"
The scene fades in with Damian sitting backstage watching an old video. He laughs as the camera moves up behind him bringing the t.v into view. The tape appears to be from the last Golden Road, in which Damian defeated Mr.Poku to win his first XWE Title. He pauses the video as Damian is celebrating with the title.
Damian: Take a good look. Take a damn good, hard, long look at that very scene right there. Do you see what that is?Can you see past the visual and the meaning behind it? Victory, glory, dominance. You see tonight. Tonight, I face Hardcore Hitman in one of the most brutal matches ever constructed. The Hell In A Cell. Now of course, since last week Hitman and I have developed what most people who define as a friendship, a strong charisma between the two, a connection of sorts. The Canadian Connection to be percise. However, tonight, things change. Tonight the battle of Canada occurs when Hardcore Hitman from the west coast goes one on one with myself, Damian Satania on the east side. Hitman.Tonight, I'm not your friend, I'm not going to play nice, I'm going to take you inside that cell and I'm going to be your living hell. I'm going to mutilate you in ways Gravedigger could only imagine. Tonight is my night to recapture what is rightfully mine, which should be mine already. The XWE Title, much like your Ironman, was stripped from the records. I have more respect for you than anyone in this business Hitman but tonight you are a wall I will demolish, you are an obstacle I will over come, you aren't ready to face me in such an environment such as this one. Tonight, I recapture what is rightfully mine, and I'll take your life with it if I must.
Damian unpauses the video which abruptly switches to the closure of XWE. It shows Damian angrily putting his title back into it's protective case before turning to leave. Damian shuts the video off and gets up.
Damian: Hardcore Hitman, tonight we show them how to tear this place up. Tonight we steal the show. Tonight we go down in the history books as one of the greatest matches ever in the history of XWE. Tonight, however, Victory...will...be....MINE.
Damian remains standing there as the camera fades back out.
*The scene fades in slowly from a commercial break to find Van Samanya, “chillaxin” on his comfy couch, kicking back, watching a DVD collection of Aqua Teen Hunger Force. A bag of pretzels and a bottled Pepsi accompany his coffee table, thus proving right now is...Van’s “Lazy-time.” But why would a superstar relax at this point in their career? After all, it is the biggest show of the year. Golden Road, every descriptive line towards it becomes a bit cliché this time of year, but the point remains that it is the most defining Pay-Per-View of any younger wrestlers life. Even the more veteran wrestlers in the company still look forward to doing what they do best. Preparation, focus. Everything needs to be perfect on this glorious night, for it’s a time that will be remembered throughout history*
Van: If the woman were here, I’d never get away with this.
*Is the first statement to come out of the rookie superstar’s mouth, as his first year after signing his name on the dotted line is right around the corner. He’s made XWE his cherished home over the years, experiencing many things in this short amount of time that any normal American experiences in a lifetime. Friends, family, and foes have been made during this time, and it can only get better as time goes on...*
Van: Hm. It’s about 5 o’ clock, now. He should be here any minute...
*Van sat back down on the couch and grabbed a handful of pretzels off the table, and leaned back into the couch’s back rest comfortably, and watched a little T.V to pass the time, awaiting the arrival of his best friend since Kindergarten*
Van: Aha! Nick at Nite never seems to stop amusing me. How do they do it?
*Van’s excitement from watching older shows gets a rise out of the fans at home, watching their favorite wrestler, even if nothing much was going on at all. The expected knock on the door finally comes as Van is already up to answer*
Van: Finally, someone remembers to knock first!
*Van thought, as got up from the couch, watching the commercial until it’s finally over as he walks backwards over to his door, reaching out towards it so he doesn’t run into it*
Van: I’m coming, hold on.
*The commercial seemed to take forever as he finally got to the door. He searched for the knob blindly and opened the door. It swung open, revealing the mystery man on the other side. He boast a really tall fohawk and dark rimmed glasses. A skinny stature man, not any taller than Van, stands behind him, waiting for Van’s attention. Finally the commercial switches, and Van turns around*
Van: Jason!
*Van exclaimed. Van offered out his hand and recieved a handshake, followed by Jason just...entering the room. No small talk or anything*
Van: Come in...I guess.
*Van closed the door and watched as Jason’s walking came to a sudden hault. He stood in the middle of the room, just behind the couch. Jason looked around with a smile on his face, finding every one of Van’s childhood dreams came true. His reply was pure, and simple*
Jason: Nice place you got here.
*Van gave a “heh” to that statement, realizing this moment would be rare and unforgettable, seeing as they haven’t been in the same room since they graduated from High School*
Van: Eh, we move from week to week. Keeps the variety going.
Jason: Does it, now...
*Van quit the small talk and finally closed the door now, following the cabinets and posters on the wall to the refrigerator as Jason made himself at home on the leather chair next to the couch*
Van: Want anything to drink?
*Jason turned his head towards Van, still trying to focus on the T.V*
Jason: Nah, I’m fine.
*He turned back towards the T.V, analyzing the show like he’s never seen it before. Van grabbed another Pepsi from the fridge, just in case. Closing the door, he walked back over to the couch, sitting down to enjoy his favorite show*
Van: So, what’d you need to tell me?
*Van opened the Pepsi and took as sip as Jason gathered his words*
Jason: Well, as you know, I work your favorite band in the entire world.
Van: Whoa, bud. No need to brag here.
*Van set his Pepsi on the table and listened closer, hoping this conversation would lead somewhere*
Jason: Yeah. Anyways. Last week we were touring in the House of Blues in Chicago, and during the show, I remembered you saving my relationship back in the day.
Van: Y’all are still together?
*Jason nodded with a pleasant smile*
Jason: Thanks to you, yeah. But anyway.
*Van took another sip and awaited the news*
Jason: They gave me two passes for backstage, but the security guard wouldn’t let me in.
Van: Why?
Jason: I’m not sure, really. He called me a freak and refused to move.
Van: That’s odd...
*Jason raised an eyebrow at Van, but easily shook it off*
Jason: It happens. But I have these passes for you...
*Jason sits up from the couch a bit, pulling two long rectangles of passes out from his pocket switfly*
Van: Aw sick, there’s two?
*Jason offered them towards Van, instantly having them torn from his hands*
Jason: Yeah. You know, for you and a friend. Or in this case, a totally hot blonde bombshell that you might happen to know.
*Van was too busy looking at the tickets to give a fuck what Jason said*
Jason: She’s so hot dude. I bet she doesn’t wear underwear.
*Van still absorbed by the tickets*
Jason: I bet she's great in bed...
*Van is totally like, sucked into the tickets*
Jason: Dude...
*Van looked up in surprise finally, ridding himself of his trance *
Van: What? What’s wrong?
Jason: They’re free right now.
Van: No way.
Jason: We can get you up there in say...half an hour.
*Van sat in his couch for a moment, processing the words he just heard...*
Van: Dude.
*Van looked up slowly from his tickets with a blank face towards Jason*
Van: Dude. Let’s go.
Jason: Right now?
*Van stood up in a hurry from his couch, almost knocking his Pepsi over*
Van: Yeah duh, right now! LET’S GO.
*Van grabbed Jason’s shirt and pulled him up off the couch with ease, causing Jason a sharp pain in his neck*
Jason: Ow! The collar is digging in to my neck!
Van: There’s no time to complain! I’ll get the keys. You get to the car.
*Van let’s go of his grip on Jason to get to the keys faster as Jason rubs his neck*
Jason: Ah, where is it?
Van: You passed by it on the way in. Here.
*Van throws the keys to Jason, hitting him square in the chest as they fall into his hand open hand*
Van: It's the garage down by the loading bay, can't miss it.
Jason: Which car is yours?
Van: The green and black Mustang with my name on the side...
*Jason looked down at the keys, then at Van, confused*
Jason: That’s yours?
*Van went over to the couch and picked up his Pepsi, scuffling the contents of his coffee table with the other hand for his cell phone*
Van: Just go, I’ll be there in a minute! Have to make a call.
Jason: Okay then.
*The scene fades with Van stuffing the tickets into his pocket as Jason opened the door and headed towards the garage, Van picking up his phone, and flipping open the cover*
*The camera comes into focus in Wei-Yan's locker room. Wei-Yan is in his gear already doing a few exercises.*
*Nikki: Its come around Yan are you ready for this
*Wei-Yan: Nikki, i am more then ready i lost last year and i can't let that happen again i am fighting against Lupo, Mr Poku, Tyrant and Austin i have only faced Lupo before and he's tough, Mr Poku is a former Champ, Tyrant is tough aswell i know it will be tough and against one guy but fighting 4 other guys in a Money in the bank match will be tough for me its something i've never experienced but i can give as good as i get and i am looking forward to the mwho wouldn't want to get a shot at a title i am looking forward to it
Nikki: You seem that you are ready go out there and show the fans that Wei-Yan isn't a push-over
Wei-Yan: Tonight at Golden Road its Where Champions are born and after tonight after i win and go onto win the title it will be the greatest moment in my xwe career.
Just at that moment a knock is heard at the door Wei-Yan walks over to the door and opens it to see an interviewer with a cameraman at thedoor it is the same guy from last week
Wei-Yan: You want to interview me aye well come on in.
The interviewer walks in the door and sets up the equipment. A few minutes pass and he is ready
*Interviewer: Mr Yan tonight you face off against Tyrant, Mr Poku, Lupo Rowland, and Austin a tough match a chance to get a title shot for any title? The question i have is how are you going to win tonight when you are so far 0-2 loses
Wei-Yan: Hey, >:(why do you have to talk about my losses when you should be talking about tonights match.
Interviewer: Well i have to ask
Wei-Yan: Well, i have lost twice but tonight is all different tonight i will be 110% focused about this match. its not everyday that you get a chance of winning a title shot.
Interviewer: Ok, next question how have you prepared for this match fighting in a money in the bank match not a normal match but its against 4 other top class wrestlers Wei-Yan: Well, i have been training alot and i know my body can take the punishment its true that i have tough opponents but i know that i can beat them when the time comes. Interviewer: Ok, tonight you go to Golden Road again what is different then last time
Wei-Yan: You mean apart from being with an idiot backstabber of a tag partner tonight its just me i don't have to worry about anyone else if i lose i lose i don't have to rely on anyone else. Interviewer: Ok that about wraps it up thanks for the interview
Wei-Yan: No problem
The interviewer and cameraman walks out of the door and Nikki and Wei-Yan sit down on the couch Nikki: Well, i know you can win tonight go out there and kick some ass
Wei-Yan: Its not that easy but i can only do my best
The camera fades away as Wei-Yan and Nikki are talking on the couch
Post by willstringer on Aug 6, 2007 0:24:25 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Scene comes into focus with two women standing side by side. The camera man tries to get a better view of their faces but has to give up once he realizes that neither woman is going to move for him. With a sigh he puts the camera onto his tripod and waits for something to happen. He doesn't wait long as he hears footsteps approaching. Panning to the left the camera man reveals Matt Benedict entering the edge of the graveyard looking extremely uneasy.[/glow]
MATT: "Excuse me ladies but I seem to have lost my way. Can you tell me where I might find the arena?"
One of the women lifts her head and raises a finger to her lips calling for silence and Matt closes his mouth stopping any more questions at the moment. Matt edges towards the women and the camera follows him closely all the while the camera man is looking at a tall shadow just to his left. Matt sees the women much more clearly now but he can't tell as to who is Stacy and who the other woman is.
MATT: "Ladies what are you doing?"
In the arena with Larry and a pale looking Nigel wait for the two women to reveal themselves.
LARRY: "I think I know who one of the ladies are do you Nigel?"
NIGEL: "I think the lady on the left is Vanessa and the one on the right is Stacy. How about you?"
LARRY: "I have to agree with you on that one Nigel."
MATT: "Come on now ladies I don't like to play these silent games especially in a graveyard. Can you tell me how to get to the arena or not?"
This time the woman on the left looks up and Matt takes a few steps back.
MATT: "No it can't be. I saw you die. How is it that your alive? Tell me that you fucking bitch. How can you still be alive?"
VANESSA: "Really Matt how can you talk to a woman that way? Weren't we friends for all of those years?"
MATT: "Friends don't blow off each other's advances Vanessa. When you died I was actually happy to see that you were gone. Now seeing you here before me I think whoever killed you didn't do a very good job of it. Maybe I should finish off what he had started."
Matt closes his mouth clicking his teeth together loudly cutting off any more outbursts. The camera man pans to the left a little and the large shadow reveals Gravedigger with his hands on his hips looking at Matt.
GRAVEDIGGER: "Go on Matt tell her the rest she has every right to know what had happened to her."
Matt turns around to look at Gravedigger with his mouth open in a silent scream. Vanessa and Stacy turn from where they are standing and they both bow to Gravedigger and he barely notices them but he flicks his right had off of his hip and the two women leave where the two men are to join the camera man. Gravedigger takes a step forward and Matt takes a few away from him. Matt looks around but the ground of the graveyard is covered in a low layer of fog. The game continues but Matt is losing ground and he is getting more and more frantic.
GRAVEDIGGER: "Where do you plan to go Matt? The only way out of this graveyard is the way you came in. So why don't you help yourself out and give her the information that she needs."
MATT: "What information? I don't know what your talking about."
VANESSA: "You were always a horrible liar Matt. Who wanted me dead so badly?"
MATT: "He'll kill me if I tell you."
VANESSA: "Then you won't want to know what I will do to you if you won't tell me what I want to know."
In the commentators booth Nigel is talking furiously on his cell phone and Larry is looking at him completely confused. The lights begin to flicker on and off. Where Gravedigger was standing in the graveyard is now standing behind Nigel. Nigel stops talking as the fans go wild as they see the big man looming over the sitting man. Gravedigger takes the cell phone away from him.
GRAVEDIGGER: "So nice of you to take your time to talk to me."
VOICE: "You just picked the wrong man to fuck with Digger."
GRAVEDIGGER: "I know your voice Platinum. What did you gain by killing her?"
[glow=blue,2,300]Scene fades as the line on the other end goes dead.[/glow]
*Knock* Mr. Hylian, this is Scott Black, I need to speak with you.
*Nothing is heard in Hylian's office*
*Scott Black opens the door.*
Scott and the Cameraman enter the room, and Hylian is no where to be found.
Scott turns around and bumps into Head of Creative Vanessa Hamilton.
Vanessa- Can I help you?
Scott- I...I was looking for Mr. Hylian, I have some issues we need to discuss before the start of Golden Road.
Vanessa- Well, unfortunately, James Hylian has yet to show up.
Scott- Well, where is he?
Vanessa- We have no idea where the Chairman is.
The camera cuts to black, then cuts to Nigel Black and Larry Hurley at ringside.
Nigel- Thank you XWE fans for inviting us into your homes! We welcome you to Golden Road Live at Madison Square Garden, in Ney York City!
Larry- Well said, partner, and to kick things off tonight, XWE Superstar Chris Kendrick will face off against Tifa Roland! But before that, we have confirmed reports that XWE's own James Hylian is no where to be found!
Nigel- It's just hard to beleive that James Hylian would miss his first Pay-Per-View of his career as XWE Chairman, not to mention that it is the biggest event in our Company.
*The Titantron flickers, along with the screen for viewers at home.*
Larry- Well, it seems like we are having some technical difficulties...
Nigel- I don't think so...
*The screen flickers again, until it cuts to black, but the XWE Logo is still shown in the lower-right hand corner.*
Larry(off-camera)- What is going on?
*The screen fades from black onto a snow covered Mountain, a blue sky with few clouds visible, and a slightly run-down shack 20 feet away from the cameraman. James Hylian walks up into visibility of the camera, dressed in a black winter coat and blue jeans. When the crowd sees this, a faint cheer for Hylian is heard over the wind from the video*
*James Hylian walks towards the shack, the snow is not too deep as Hylian walks through it with ease, and walks up the steps.*
Nigel- What is going on? Where is he?
Hylian gets to the door, inhales for a moment, and knocks 3 times.
Knock...knock...knock...
In a croaky elderly voice, a Woman says: Come in James.
*James Hylian opens the door, and enters, the camera man following him.*
*The room is dark, with the exception of a lit candle on a small table to the right of a faintly visible silouette of what appears to be the outline of an elderly woman. The camera man moves to his right to find a good angle to get a clear view of the woman in the chair, but the woman stops him*
That's far enough. Stay there.
*The camera man stops abruptly as James Hylian sighs as he sits in the empty chair across from the woman.*
Woman- James Hylian, it has been a long time. You evidently become more of a man everyday.
James- Thank you. I hate to seem like I am impatient, but I have traveled a long way, and I have a date with destiny later. What can I do you for?
Woman- I would hate to have you late for the biggest night in your career, but I have to tell you a story before I tell you why you have been summoned here, and *The woman raises a hand* before I tell you my identity.
James takes a moment to think, then in almost a whisper, replies.
Fair enough, you may begin.
Woman- Long ago when you were a child, you had an old friend..Do you remember him?
James- Vaguely. What does...?
Woman- You two were the best of friends since you were 3 years old. You two never did anything without eachother. You would share your toys, go on your little adventures together, he was like your shadow. He never did anything without you. You two were inseperable.
James- Yes, I remember him.
Woman- When you were 16, you two went on one last adventure. Do you remember that?
James- Hardly, but I am willing to guess that you remember it like you were there.
The woman inhales, then slowly exhales.
Woman- You were his leader. He did anything you suggested without question or remorse. You two decided to venture into the forest between your homes late one night because you wanted to explore that old shack. The one where is was rumored to hold the remains of your old friend's dear uncle. Do you remember what happened when you got there?
Hylian- ......Yes... No..I..don't remember what happened in there...all I know is that we went in together, and I left alone...
Woman- Do you remember me telling you that he never came back?
James- Yes, but I never remembered why...
Woman- He was missing until last week. When he showed up at Head On and destroyed your office, looking for something that belonged to him. I saw him in the front row of the crowd when you were eliminated with The Platinum Warrior and Hardcore Hitman.
*The camera vocuses onto Hylian's face, one of shock and fear.*
Woman- He came to me a few days ago, saying he found you and wants payment for your disregard of his safety. He knows that you are the Chairman of XWE. He knows that you face Van Samanya for the Iron Man Championship. He knows where to get to you.
James- You told me he was dead! You told me! How could he have been alive without my knowledge?
Woman- You may have grown up James..but your ignorance remains the same. Your old friend...has been right under your nose for a long time, and you didnt even recognise him. He has been plotting to attack you for years.
James- ..Why are you telling me this?
*The woman raises her left hand and pulls on a lamp cord, illuminating the room.*
Woman- I am his mother.
*James eyes shoot wide open and his jaw drops.*
James- Why..
Woman- Why am I telling you all this? Because when my son emerged from that forest after you did, he wasn't the same as he went in. What happened in there was monsterous, and it created a monster. He plans to do WHATEVER...he can to make sure that when you come out of that ring without the Iron Man Championship and without your dignity.
*The woman leans in and exhales, looking calm.*
Woman- I want you to find your brother.
James- My brother is dead...Brian was killed long ago.
Woman- I know, I remember what happened between the two of you. I am talking about your brother whom your mother had with her husband. I am truely sorry for you that they are no longer with us.
James starts to collect himself from his sudden shock.
James- Thank you. They went peacefully, may God be with them.
Woman- No James. May God be with you, May Allah, Buddah, any other God or Godess you know be with you, because you are going to face something far worse than Van Samanya at Golden Road. You are going to face someone you taught yourself.
*Hylian opens his mouth to say something, then stops, thinks, looks down at his feet for a minute...then looks up, with the answer evidently in his mind.*
The woman nods in their silent agreement*
Yes...
*James Hylian gets out of his chair and walks to the door.*
James..
*Hylian turns around*
Woman- Your brother is in New York. He is the head of some crime family, and is hard to reach. If you want to find him, someone in your buisness knows where to find him.
*Hylian nods, and turns. Rushing out the door. The camera man rushes to the door, and gets a view of Hylian running through the snow towards the bottom of the mountain. The camera fades to black.*
*The camera changes to a head side view of a dark alley. 6 shady figures begin to walk towards it, three from each side of the alley. One side stops completely. They begin to walk slowly backwards then they run out of the alley. They bump into 3 more people. They are surrounded. *
Mr. Poku: What is the meaning of this? I warn you, I am a master of Kung Fu
Donald Trump: To hell you are, kiddo. Trying to skip town I see.
Mr. Poku: Was I now? No I wasn’t.
Donald Trump: My boys and I left you a call yesterday.
Mr. Poku: I don’t seem to recall it.
Butler: I told you yesterday that Mr. Trump called about the lottery ticket.
Mr. Poku: Shut up.
Trump: You see Mr. Poku , you never won the lottery. You wrote over the real number in marker. Did you really think we’d never find out about this?
Mr. Poku: Why do you even care?
Trump: This is my money you’ve been spending kid. You’re going to pay me back every cent and then some or else I’ll have you thrown in jail for theft.
Mr. Poku: How do you expect me to get money like that?
Trump: I hear that you’re pretty good at getting things that aren’t yours from other people.
Mr. Poku: I’m not that man anymore.
Trump: You stole my money. If you don’t do what I say right now, I’ll do you worse than jail.
Mr. Poku: What are you talking about?
Trump: You’ll disappear, all three of you. Never heard from again. I can do this. They’ll never find your bodies.
*Mr. Poku drops the briefcase, that he was holding. His butlers both nod to each other. *
Butler: Mr. Trump, we’d like to come work for you instead. Your money was paying us in the first place.
Mr. Poku: What? After all the fun times we had?
Butler: Yesterday you threw me down the stairs just to see if I’d live.
Mr. Poku: Which you did! Come on guys! I can’t do this by myself.
Butler 2: I’m not really concerned with Mr. Poku owing you money or you getting thrown down stairs or even Mr. Poku’s blubbering here. As far as I’m concerned, you can all kiss my ass.
Donald Trump: I’m not hiring either of you! Who the hell do you think you’re talking to? Who the hell do you think you are?
Butler 2: I am the Ayatollah of rock 'n' rolla!
Mr. Poku: Chris, just shut up. Look what do you want me to do Trump? I’ll do whatever it takes.
Trump: Some of my competition thinks they can just wrestle their way into my territory.
Mr. Poku: I can’t make it. I have a match in the Garden today.
Trump: That’s the beauty of it. They have a truck coming near MSG, full of money.
Mr. Poku: Is there really no other way to do this?
Trump: This is the only way both of us get to keep our money. Of course you could just do some side jobs, and
Mr. Poku: Screw that. I’m only doing this one last time.
*Trump signals to his men to let Mr. Poku pass through. Mr. Poku picks up the briefcase.*
Trump: If you run, you’d better be damn sure I never find you. If I so much as smell you, you’ll be gone. Poof just like that.
*Mr. Poku and the two butlers run into the darkness. One of Trump’s men coughs on Trump by accident.*
*Scene fades in with a door opening revealing Raevin looking curiously around the room. A voice next to him tells him quietly that this is the room he will be staying in. Raevin walks in, completely ignoring the fact that he has a camera meer inches from his face, and looks at the dusty old locker and card table in the middle of the room. After realizing they had forgotten to put some chairs around the table he dissappeared out of the room for a few seconds and returned with three folding chairs which he set around the table. As he sat down he baegan thinking out loud so the croud in the arena could hear him.*
Raevin: Wow..... Golden Road. My debut is in Golden Road. And here I was thinking it was going to be a year or so until I was in it. But making my debut in GR is simply amazing.
*As Raevin went to say more a loud and continuous knock came from the door. Raevin had a surprised expression on his face as he quickly ran to the door apparently already knowing who was on the other side. Raevin opened the door so fast and with so much force it looked as if he was trying to rip it off the hinges. Shouts of joy and laughter came from the door and all that was visible was a man shorter than Ravin and much less muscular. As they turned to enter the room the other person Raevin had been quetly talking with at the door was now visible. He was a man that looked to be just as old as Raevin but a few inches shorter with a thin berd stretching from ear to ear. Despite his size he was actually more built that Raevin was with his muscles bulging through his shirt which was threatening to rip at any moment. They sat down at the table and the man gave the room a quick look and the turned to speak with Raevin.*
: A proffesional wrestler and this is all they give you?
Raevin: Eh, it'll change. Once i get more air time and win more matches the gifts will be pouring in by the truck load. So Matt how have things been at home?
*Matt leaned forward and looked at the camera aware that his name had just been said over national T.V.*
Matt: Everything is great. They finally put carpeting at Addison Trail.
Raevin: Really? Damn...wish they had done that when we were there. So hows teaching freshman going for you? Killed any yet?
*Matt let a small sigh and looked back up at Raevin*
Matt: I've been trying to get moved up to juniors but they keep denying me.
Ravein: Ha thats gotta suck. Remember how the freshies were when we were seniors?
Matt: Heh. Of coure I do. How can i forget the little shits thinking they were the best thing to happen since sliced bread.
*Raevin looked at his watch and looked back up at Matt*
Raevin: Hey don't you have open house tonight?
Matt: SHIT!
*And with that Matt went for the door cursing and bumping into everything as he ran to the parking lot. Raevin simply smiled and laughed then went out of the room too. He looked up and down the hall his expression turning into one of dissapointment. He chose a path and followed it reading the signs on the dorrs as he passed them*
Raevin: Where in the hell are the bathrooms in this place?
*Screen fades as Raevin enters a door showing that he had found the bathroom.*
Post by willstringer on Aug 6, 2007 14:38:17 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Scene comes into focus with a man sitting on a chair with a hood covering his face. His breathing causes the hood to puff out but it stops every time he raises his head to listen to the sounds around him. The clanging of metal hitting the floor makes him jump and turn his head to the sound but he can't move anything else. The camera man keeps his attention on the man. The sound of metal hitting the floor, although closer this time, made the man jump again. The camera pans up to show Vanessa holding onto a few lead pipes in her arms. The load is so heavy she has no choice but to drop it onto the ground. She smiles as the man jumps again.[/glow]
VANESSA: "Awake I see. Have a good sleep? No? That's good."
The man tries to get off of his chair but he can't since he is tied down with surprisingly strong fishing line. The camera man looks and can hardly see the lines covering the man's arms and legs.
VANESSA: "Why don't you tell me why he wanted me dead?"
The man shakes his head and Vanessa looks at the camera man.
VANESSA: "What do you think Tom? *She holds up a three foot length of pipe and a two foot length of pipe.* "Which will work for me the most?"
TOM: "The shorter one. He wants you to take it easy remember."
VANESSA: "Ah yes I do remember him saying that. *She giggles* "My new father wishes me to regain my old strength without expending my new strength. Very well the smaller one it is. Besides my aim isn't all that great. Thank you Tom now focus on his hand."
The camera man focuses on the man's hand and she begins to move the pipe up and down the entire hand.
VANESSA: "You want to know something. Matt was crying by this point in time and he directed me to you my old friend. He told me that you paid Platinum Warrior to have me killed and why is that? Am I such a threat to him?"
The hood continues to puff out faster as he waits for the blow but Vanessa continues to toy with him.
VANESSA: "Is it so hard to answer a few questions?"
In the arena the fans, Larry and Nigel watch the scene unfold on the titantron. Standing behind them is Gravedigger. Larry adjusts his headset while Nigel keeps looking at and poking the big man to see if he is actually there. The fans laugh at Nigel every time Gravedigger looks down at him. Larry looks up at Gravedigger but the big man's attention is elsewhere and Larry seems comfortable with that at the moment.
LARRY: "Well ladies and gentlemen I can only make a guess as to who is sitting in that chair and somehow I don't think its her old boss either. Somewhere along the line Matt spilled the beans about her death but who is the man? Gravedigger can you tell us?"
Gravedigger's eyes move away from Nigel and focus on Larry. Larry swallows loudly but stands his ground and Nigel begins to slip off of his chair only to be stopped by the big man. His large hand grabs the back of Nigel's shirt and he pulls him back onto his chair. Gravedigger looks back at the titantron before he answers Larry's question.
GRAVEDIGGER: "The only way we are going to find out who it is, is by Vanessa removing the hood that is covering his face. Ryan isn't the man that is sitting there only Platinum Warrior knows who it is doesn't he? Isn't that your brother Platinum? How long has he been missing?"
LARRY: "Platinum Warrior has a brother?"
A scream of agony fills the arena as Vanessa hits the man's hand with the lead pipe. The screen shows mangled fingers and they are all bleeding and again the pipe hits them causing more damage. The blood drips off of the torn flesh and falls into a bucket underneath.
VANESSA: "Tell me what I need to know!"
VOICE UNDER HOOD: "You'll never get away with this! He will find me and when he does you will end up in the hole that you came out of."
Vanessa pulls off the hood to reveal the man and she smiles down at him.
LARRY: "My god he looks almost like Platinum Warrior! Is he really the Warriors brother?"
GRAVEDIGGER: "Oh he is. Platinum though he had his family well hidden but he forgets that things around here are not always in his favor."
Scene fades as Larry asks him why he said that but the big man walks away to the change rooms.
(TPW sits on an operating table in an emergency room)
TPW: This place is very familiar to me.This is where I thought my career was over. This is where I thought my life was going to come to an end. When my back was being operated, I had a vision that I saw Death personally. When I looked into his eye, I never turned around, I never blinked, I never even showed an inch of fear in my eyes.When he looked at me as if it was my time, I came closer, I looked more into his eye and I spit in it!
Commentator 1: Whoa!
TPW: I told him face to face that it is not my time yet. I still have goals to make. I still have mistakes that I need to fix and that I have more accomplishments ahead of me. I even told him that there's nothing that can stop me, not even Death himself! That's when I woke up on the hospital bed and found myself alive and recovering. Though I still needed time to recover, I felt like I could do anything. I told Death that it is not my time, I felt that I can get back in that ring and prove myself right. However, I have yet another grave challenge.
(Camera starts to zoom to TPW's eye)
TPW: I'm facing a man with death as his hobby. Someone who lives death as his life. The 7'0" tall, 325 monster, Gravedigger!
(Crowd Cheers)
TPW: Gravedigger, what you said about my brother last week was uncalled for. I may have been professional enough to put my anger on my opponents last week but tonight, the anger still grows stronger and stronger and I'm going to put the rest of my anger on you!
(Crowd Cheers)
(Camera stops were it only sees TPW's right eye)
TPW: I've battled with death before, but it was in an vision in the emergency room. Now, I'm taking the 2nd round to where I've never imagined myself to stepping into. The one place that I have never been familiar with personally. Here!
(Camera zooms out of TPW's eye and shows that TPW is now in a graveyard)
(The camera follows a few tombstones in order to catch up with TPW again)
TPW: We're taking this fight to your playground. Your home. Your ... final resting place.
(TPW walks to a casket with the name "Gravedigger" spray painted hovered above the burial site)
TPW: You maybe asking yourself; "Why the hell is my name on that casket?" I' still remembered last week when you made a tombstone for me. That was very thoughtful of you. Now, I've made you a casket in return. It may seem like there's nothing inside this casket right now but when I think about it, this casket represents your fate at the Buried Alive match.
(The casket drops into the the hole)
(TPW Chuckles)
TPW: I love that thing. You know what it reminds me of? It reminds me of the gallows. The only difference is that the gallows doesn't drop that person into their final resting place, it drops that person to their death! The victim can die in many ways once they have been hanged. They can die instantly from a broken neck, they die from strangulation, they can even die from decapitation. If I can't knock you out with the Hangman's Gallows, well, it looks like I'm going have to tie the "Knot" a little tighter than usual to choke you out and then throw your carcass 6 feet into that hole. When you wake up, with no energy and no stamina,
(The camera is looking up to TPW from the hole)
TPW: This will be the final thing that you will ever see... for now.
(TPW starts to bury the casket)
TPW: The reason I said for now is because I know that you are not a mortal. You felt what your last breath of air tasted like, you already knew what it was like to never rest in peace. Tonight, I'm going to make you experience all of that all over again but till' the next time we meet again, this is the only condolence that I will give to you.
(TPW continues to bury the casket and the camera keeps looking up at TPW until it was completely buried)
*The scene fades back in to Van’s pleasantly quiet locker room, as the camera focuses on it’s subject, Van himself. His red Razr is next to his ear now, as the viewers at home can hear it ring. Van waits anxiously awaiting for an answer on the other line as he stands, full of different emotions*
Van: Gah...pick up...
*A clicking noise is heard as Van sighs quickly, fidgeting around in place, waiting for the voicemail to finally allow him to leave a message*
Van: Yeah, can’t come to the phone, blah blah. Fuck.
*Beep!*
Van: Dani, hi. It’s Van. Uh...I know you’re out shopping or...something. But Jason, my old bud from back when showed up at our doorstep, and gave me backstage passes to the greatest band in the world. So uh...call me when yo-
*Beep. For delivery options, pleas-*
*Van closed his phone and shook his head back and forth and sighed*
Van: Please suck my left nut, yeah. I know.
*Van stuffed his phone in his pocket and walked over to his door, making last checks around the room before he opened the door and left. As he opened the door, he saw Jason outside the room, leaning against the wall with the keys still in his hand. A distressed look was upon his face as Van pulled the door shut*
Van: What’s wrong?
*Jason tossed the keys at Van, forcing him to think on his toes as he caught them, barely*
Jason: Wasn’t there.
*Van looked down at his keys, then back to Jason, raising an eyebrow, puzzled*
Van: What the fuck do you mean, it wasn’t there?
*Jason got off of the wall and looked Van seriously in the eyes*
Jason: I mean, it wasn’t there.
*Van looked at Jason still in disbelief, and turned his head towards the parking lot doors. He took a good half minute of staring down there, working out the plan in his mind*
Van: C’mon.
*Van walked towards the far away doors as Jason followed behind him. As they continued, they pass through the hotel lobby, filled with people of all different kinds of people, sitting in lobby chairs, standing in line by the front desk. Van was pissed that this was happening, as he looked around at anyone, giving them a suspecting look like they would be the guilty one, but he knew they would cover up the crime if their eyes were to meet*
Van: Here.
*They finally made it to the doors as Van extended his arm, pushing open the door at full extension. The door swings open, hitting the brick wall behind it, although it wasn’t meant to be a doorstopper, it was now. Van stopped in place and scanned the cars around the indoor parking lot, searching for green*
Van: Where the fuck is it.
Jason: I checked twice, still nothing.
*Van ran down the steps to get a leveled look at all of the cars, looking inside of them as he passed them by. It seemed like a maze, all the cars in different spots, not even in rows*
Van: I need, to get...
*Van stopped and noticed a sleek, black car resting in front of him. Whoever’s it was was rich, obviously. A Jaguar was parked in front of the men, as Jason’s eyes got big at the very site of a car of this beauty. The lights from the ceiling gleamed off the clean roof, the doors shining as Van went walked around the side of the car to the driver side*
Van: Well, well. James Hearst Hylian buys yet another car. Pitty.
Jason: What?
*Van turned around towards Jason and cracked a grin. He turned around for a second to remember the beauty, and then sent a powerful kick to the driver’s window, shattering the glass instantly. The shards fell fast to the ground, echoing throughout the parking lot. They ducked, concealing themselves from anyone who might’ve been around*
Van: Alright, I’ll unlock it, you wait on the other side of the car until I unlock the doors. Go!
*Jason crouched and looked around the sides of the cars and through the bottom of the windows, then crouch-walked around the back of the car to the other side, keeping low*
Jason: Alright, I’m here!
*Van looked under the car and shadows of feet awaiting by the other side of the car. Van creeps up and reaches over where the window used to be and reached in, pulling up the lock*
Van: Got it.
*Van moves his head under the door handle, pulling it up slowly, opening the door with much caution as Van slipped into the seat. He then quickly sat up in the seat and prepared for the trip ahead. He looked down at the handrest on the door, searching the panel of buttons for the “unlock” button. Finding it, he presses it quickly as possible, and rips the seatbelt over his chest, locking it in place*
Van: Come on!
*Van says to Jason’s door as it also opens with Jason crouching into the car as Van did earlier. Jason closes the door easily behind him, and pulls over the seat strap, clicking it into place as he replies*
Jason: So...we gonna go?
Van: Oh. Yeah.
*Van forgot about the keys, and sat in place in disappointment*
Van: Fuck.
Jason: What?
Van: No keys.
Jason: One sec.
*Van looked at Jason’s face confused, wondering just how he’s going to help. Jason reached into his pocket and dug around, making a wierd face, sort of creeping Van out*
Van: Dude.
Jason: Here.
*Jason pulled out a shiny metal circle, followed by dangling keys and other accessories hanging from the key ring*
Van: How’d you get those?
*Jason looked at the keys as he brought them up, totally not seeing what was going on by Van’s window*
Jason: Well, I spoke with Hylian earlier about where to find your locker room, since it was a surprise, and upon leaving his office...
*Jason handed the keys to Van with a smile*
Jason: And wal...AH!
*Jason screamed in fear at Van*
Van: What, what’s wrong?
*Jason was too scared to respond, but he pointed his frightened pinky at Van’s window*
Jason: Behind you!
*Van turned around quickly, gripping the keys. Behind him was a tall, bald headed man walking their way. The sight of how ripped this guy was made even Van scared, and he’s seen it all before*
Van: Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
*Van gripped a random key and tried sticking it in the ignition, but no luck. Another key he found, shoving it in to the ignition*
Van: Come on...
Jason: He’s getting close!
*The raised octave in Jason’s voice didn’t help Van at all as he tried key after key! The man approached them generally, but he looked like he was pissed*
Guard: Get out of the car, now!
Jason: Come on, man!
*Van found the lost possible answer on the key ring and forced it into the ignition, firing up the engine a split second after. The guard was at an arms length now, Van just turning towards the seat divider, shifting hastily into drive*
Jason: Go, go, go go!
*Van stepped on the gas, as the tires burned the rubber on the concrete, making a sandpaper-rubbing-on-your-skin noise as the Guard stood and watched as Van and Jason sped away in Hylian’s car*
Guard: Sir, there’s two convicts stealing your car, sir! They just left the garage, and are heading to the main road!
*The scene fades with a close-up view of the security guard with his walkie-talkie close to his mouth, with his veins almost popping out from his hands as he turns back towards the garage entrance, running towards the door to the inside*
A camera shakily comes into focus showing a chair facing away.
:How do you handle not knowing the outcome? Do you simply allow fate to take it's course? Do you, just sit and wait to see what happens? Most people might choose that route, but me...no.
The chair swings around to view Damian who is sitting with one leg bent up on the other, his fingers intertwined and his face looking down towards his knee.
Damian: I believe any course can be changed, any fate altered, any dream to become real. Most people believe altering the events of the universe is selfish, it will come back to haunt you. Those are the kinds of people who are afraid to try to change the way things are. They sit there, comfortably in middle class society, content with what they have, but on the inside they know there is more out there they could have...and they secretly want it.
Damian contains his posture yet raises his head to face the camera.
Damian: It's no secret what I want. To become XWE Champion for the second time and prove I'm damn well worth it. Unlike people who sit around and wait for their golden opportunity to be placed upon them, I go and get it myself. My goal, my dream, my destiny...is to hold that championship title high above my head again and show the rest of you who is the best. Hitman will be the first to realize that. Ah, but like I said earlier, destiny can be denied, fate can be altered, the only question I have for you Hardcore Hitman.
Damian gives a twisted sinister smile while he pauses to build suspense to the question. He lets out a small chuckle before he continues to speak.
The only question I have for you is do you have the inner strength and determination to not only hold your own against a former xwe champion but to beat him to a bloody pulp and secure your place in history? Can you raise your status from Ironman middle class champion to the big leagues? Answer that any way you please, but we all know the truth in the end. My veteran experience will best you, just like it bested Mr.Poku so many months ago. The fulfillment of my dream will not be denied.
Damian spins the chair back around again and speaks one last time before the camera fades back out.
Damian: Bring your best Hitman, because I've already brought mine and I'll be waiting for you in that cell.