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Post by Osh Vaughan on Mar 7, 2021 16:44:01 GMT
Tyler Debonair vs Ryan McCann vs Ryan McCann is continuing to run through all the non-traditional wrestlers of the IIW, Tyler has taken offense to this as we’ve seen at Mayhem and is looking to put Ryan McCann back in his place in his debut in the IIW
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Post by Ryan McCann on Mar 8, 2021 23:57:27 GMT
Ryan McCann is shown sitting in his locker room, he’s wearing his new Ryan McCann shirt with a folded up chair printed on it surrounded by a No Entry sign.
Lucifer Morningstar thought he was the devil, so I sent him back to hell.
The Lost Soul didn’t know where he belonged, so I sent him back home.
Now we see what Osh has got in store for me, well it’s going to be obvious isn’t it, it’s going to be this face painted fiend Tyler Derriere!
Tyler, I am on a mission here in the IIW, it’s lost it’s vision, it’s become all about ‘Sports entertaining’ All about taking the big spots….the spectacle of sending a man through a table, the sight of a man being hit by lead pipes, what has happened to PURE WRESTLING?
Look at this… Ryan takes off his T-Shirt and throws it on the floor
Ryan McCann – Osh says I have to wear this backstage, Osh says we need to push the marketing, we need to sell shirts, we need more revenue in the IIW, So I have to Market myself? Screw that, I’m not here to sell myself out, I’m here to be the best damn pure wrestler the IIW has to offer.
I hate how it’s become, It should be about One on One, Mono el Mono in the middle of the ring, the bell rings, two men fight with all their might and their guts to determine a winner, the end of that results with the true victor, the true great holding his hand up high as he progresses in his career knowing he has out-thought, out-manoeuvred, out-wrestlers the other man, he hasn’t had to resort to hitting a man over the head with a trash can, he hashn’t had to ram his head into the steel steps, he has twisted that man like a pretzl, he has pinned that man like a bitch….HONOUR IN WRESTLING!
Ryan stands up and walks to the mirror as he looks a few bruises he has on his face from Mayhem.
Ryan – I beat The Lost Soul fair and square at mayhem, no matter what anyone says, then I looked to prove to him that he can’t hide his flaws behind his persona, he can’t pretend to be this supernatural being he probably gets off to in his mum’s basement, maybe if he’d put that much effort into his wrestling skills that he did into his ‘mysterious persona’ he would’ve stood a chance again Ryan McCann, the Pure Wrestler.
So Obviously, Tyler Derriere took some kind of offense to that, not surprised…Have you seen the state of his guys face? It’s painted all kinds of colours, well done, I’m sure it looks good and makes kids love you, you’d be perfect for this messed up revolution agenda that Osh Vaughan is pushing, I’m sure he can market you well, but that’s not what this is about! This month we head to K.K.N.D The Supershow return for the IIW, you really need to think and get your priorities in check.
How long do you waste painting your face? How many times do you paint it? Think of those numbers, think of the true waste of time and potential you are throwing away for something that probably will rub away the first time I smash you in your face at KKND. I haven’t seen you wrestle, I haven’t seen you perform, but look at you, you’re a wannabe, you wannabe someone! Accept who you are, don’t make a change, wrap up a good looking arm bar and wrestle me like a man!
Come KKND Tyler, I’m looking forward to providing the Alchemist with the solution, and that solution will be putting you down for the 1…2….3
Scene Fades
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Post by Tyler Debonair on Mar 11, 2021 0:10:35 GMT
***We open our scene in the offices of one Dr. Christopher Hankem PhD, Psychologist and counsellor who Tyler Debonair has been made to visit for the last couple of years, after he left the Resnick Neuropsychiatric Hospital, in Los Angeles, California. He wasn’t released from the hospital per se, but then again he wasn’t compelled to go there… Tyler had walked into the complex voluntarily, after his parents split among many other things that happened to him between the ages of sixteen to eighteen.
Right now, Tyler is sitting opposite Dr. Hankem sans facepaint and wearing an all-black ensemble of sneakers, jeans and a hoodie. He is clicking his tongue, picking peanuts out of a packet, flicking them into the air and trying to catch them in his mouth. He opens his mouth, preparing to throw the next one in the air. He sticks out his tongue and just as he’s about to flick the peanut up, his eyes dart to his left, noticing Dr. Hankem just looking at him*** Tyler: ”Uhhhh?”
Dr. Hankem: ”Did you have no breakfast this morning, Tyler?”
Tyler: ”Oh no, I ate. I had pancakes, bacon, eggs, grits, it was so good!”
Dr. Hankem: ”So, what’s with the peanuts then? You do this every session.”
Tyler: ”Boredom really…”
Dr. Hankem: ”You think our sessions are boring?”
***Tyler puts the peanuts down, sits back a little and clicks his tongue as if in thought. He eyes Dr. Hankem up and down and purses his lips as if about to say something, sighs and shrugs***
Tyler: “I dunno Phil, I mean they’re not as stimulating as they used to be, don’t you agree?”
Dr. Hankem: ”Chris…”
Tyler: ”Huh?”
Dr. Hankem: ”My name is Chris, you know this Tyler…”
Tyler: ”Are you sure? I mean, you definitely strike me as a Phil… Perhaps even an Edward, but definitely not Chris…”
Dr. Hankem: ”I’m fairly certain that’s what my passport says and I beg to differ I think I definitely resemble a Chris! Anyway moving on and focusing back on the true reason we’re here, you”
Tyler: ”Well I don’t think so, but ok…”
***Dr. Yankem sits forward in his chair picking up his notepad, followed closely by his pen, the glasses resting on his nose slowly being pushed up onto his face. He doesn’t even look up at Tyler as he asks his question***
Dr. Hankem: ”When was the last time you spoke with your father?”
Tyler: ”Oh look at that, Doc! Time’s up, I’ve got to go and you’ve got another client coming in!”
Dr. Hankem: ”Don’t do that, don’t… Don’t deviate like that, Tyler. I’ve known you for over half a decade.”
Tyler: ”Ok and you’ll therefore know I don’t want to talk about, Freddie. There you go, no deviation here just a flat out refusal to answer the question!”
Dr. Hankem: ”Ok, appreciated and noted but why not? What’s going on in your head right now regarding him? What’s so bad, that you don’t even want him mentioned in therapy??”
Tyler: ”He is a grade-a asshole! You know, everybody thinks Fred Debonair is still this legend in the business! A God in the Wrestling industry but nobody sees the man I’ve known my entire life… Nobody sees the man who still blames me for the injury that cost “Mad” Max Hannigan his career, in CXF!”
Dr. Hankem: ”But… Weren’t you the one he was wrestling with that night, who got a little overzealous in the ring and put a move on him that snapped both his tibia and fibia?”
Tyler: ”Yep… And labia”
Dr. Hankem: ”Er, what?”
Tyler: ”Nothing.”
***Tyler picks up the pack of peanuts as he stands up, pushing them into the pocket of his jeans, before grabbing a bag that had been resting by his chair this whole time. He stops, holds his hands up and sighs*** Tyler: ”Look, “Chris”, I get that you’ve been doing this as a favour to my dad and sister for a while, it’s honestly appreciated because Lord knows I could probably do with the help but you see, here’s the problem… It’s not helping well, that and the fact I’m moving myself across the pond to England in the coming weeks.”
Dr. Hankem: ”Wait, what?! When did this happen?”
Tyler: ”Well, you see, someone out there clearly has faith in me after seeing me in action previously and I’ve got myself a new contract in the IIW… Intense International Wrestling. I’ll be jumping on the plane in about three hours. Enki thinks it’ll do me the world of good to get out and start being myself again”
Dr. Hankem: ”En…? Oh c’mon Tyler, this again? Do you really think it’s safe for you to be going alone?”
Tyler: ”I’ve told you, Doc… I can accept that you don’t believe the stories of my experiences, that’s okay, but stop trying to paint me as someone suffering from some kind of psychosis, I was rebuilt for a purpose and that purpose has begun. I make my way over to the UK and debut at the IIW Pay-Per-View event KKND, where I’ll be taking on a “very traditional” Wrestler, by the name of Ryan McCann. And from there? Who knows…”
Dr. Hankem: ”KKND? What does that stand for? Know Karaoke, Never Do?!”
Tyler: ”That was really poor! Never do that again, no… It stands for Krush, Kill N’ Destroy… And it’s the first step I’ll be taking to once and for all prove to my dad and everybody else that I am exactly who I claimed to be all those years ago… I’ll see you never, Doc!”
***With that, Tyler spins toward the door, almost knocking out Doctor Hankem with his bag in the process. He throws open the office door and walks out whistling a tune as he does, leaving the Doctor standing there stunned and shaking his head as the scene fades into darkness…
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…We reopen on the night sky, the stars twinkling above and a full moon shining, as we get a little lower a shooting star makes its presence known as the image falls on the roof of the Langham Hotel in Marylebone, London… Tyler Debonair is laid out on his back, hands behind his head with one knee raised as he stares into the distant void above him*** Tyler: ”Twinkle, Twinkle, little star, just who do you think you are? Up there in your Ivory Tower, oh how the mighty fall, when they think they hold power… I’ve just touched down in London, England to make my debut in an organisation I’ve kept an eye on for some time and finally managed to take the plunge and make my mark! And what’s the first thing I see, when I step into IIW? A man who thinks he speaks for everybody and their watchmen on the cultural morality of what makes a Wrestler and what makes a showman!
Ryan McCann, the big “I am”, spokesperson for all old-schoolers… I – DON’T – GIVE – A – DAMN! As I said, who is it you think you are exactly, Ryan? Sat up there on your horse so high, CEO of geriatrics anonymous is the gist I’m getting here! Now, that’s not to say necessarily that you’re old in the physical sense, but your thought process, your mind mechanism seems to have taken some kind of knock because you’re making this bland and somewhat monotonous assumption that just because somebody doesn’t look like you, or act like you, they don’t know traditional chokeholds, takedowns, lifts and moves! I’d be careful McCann, you might be accused of bigotry”
***Tyler stands up and dusts himself off with a smirk on his face as he walks to the edge of the roof, leaning against the wall and looking over the sight of London. He sighs, still smirking and looking all around him as he spreads his arms out wide, spins a little way and looks straight at us, watching him*** Tyler: ”You, McCann, are what the British people call ‘a jobsworth’… What the American’s call ‘a snowflake’ and what I personally call, a moron… You think you’re standing up for people but those people just don’t need it! You’re the kind of guy who gets offended by everything but owns responsibility for nothing! I could picture you walking around outside Wrestling arenas, holding massive placards with “Down with wage ceilings” and things like that written on them!
I’ve been in this situation McCann, youth versus experience and I’ll have you know that I’ve come through that unscathed… You know, I’ve a feeling that I’m going to surprise you a little bit here, I can bet you’re sat there and realising I’m not quite the man you thought I was. I mean, here you are fighting for the traditional everyman and loathing the “Uncommon” style of Wrestler and after taking down Lucifer Morningstar and, with the help of The James Gang, beating The Lost Soul you’ve seen yours truly and you thought because of THIS…”
***Tyler sweeps his head forward, letting his hair fall in front of his face and when he shakes it back up, his face is covered in face paint; purples, greens and reds. A luminous beauty in the night sky*** Tyler: ”You thought perhaps I was like them, but I’m absolutely nothing like them! You see, Ryan, I am my own man and I am my own truth. Just because I am what I am, it doesn’t mean I’m not a traditional kind of guy, it doesn’t mean I’m not an everyman, I’m just not your idea of an everyman and that’s a very dangerous misconception to have… So then, if that’s the case I guess you’ve got to ask yourself why? Why did Tyler Debonair square up, to me? Why did he decide to introduce himself in such a fashion?!
There’s no real reason behind what I did, hoss… It was just a choice I made because I don’t like your clear distain for people you don’t think are like you… Thinking that people are different because they don’t match your vision of ‘tradition’, your vision of ‘standards’. But you see unlike Lucifer I’m not the second coming of the Devil; unlike TLS, I’m not some mysterious caricature of myself. I am Tyler Debonair, I am me and I’m all of this.”
***Tyler walks back towards the middle of the roof, staring up at the night sky and the moon again; he closes his eyes tiling his head back…*** Tyler: ”Oh, most singular and unspeakable Presence, first and last in the universe, heighten the fury of my fire and burn away the dross of my being. Cleanse my soiled soul; bathe me in your awesome light… There are seven levels like seven sisters, for seven brothers, seven misters… The truth shall set you free, McCann, preparing yourself now is the only way you’ll come out of this, okay.
I’ve known too many people in my lifetime Ryan, who have that same mindset you do… ’Oh I’m not going into that abandoned warehouse, there’s nothing in there… Sorry ghosts? No I don’t believe in such things! What’s that in the sky? Well it’s a weather balloon obviously! UFO? Don’t be stupid!’… Turn a blind eye to anything that may be different to the norm and think if you don’t see it or talk about it, it doesn’t exist… Well guess what, Ry’? You’re speaking me into existence right now and I most certainly do exist! But don’t take my word for it, at KKND you will see tradition, you will see the everyman and trust me when I say you’ll see things you never thought existed! And no amount of help from The James Gang or anyone else for that matter, is going to save you!
Enjoy this next week, Ryan, because your very being is about to be shattered into a million pieces! I will introduce you to Satori and you will once again crawl back into that place you come from where you’re a living legend, where you’re a hero, folk or otherwise… KKND is approaching fast and so is your decimation. You want to remove the non-traditional guys from the ring? You want to tailgate the showmen? Well… You’re in for a rude awakening!”
***Everything goes dark, except for the face paint on Tyler’s face, but also his eyes are blood red as the scene slowly edges closer and closer towards him. He bows his head and closes his eyes as the red and face paint disappear together leaving us to fade – to –black!***
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Post by Tyler Debonair on Mar 12, 2021 23:53:11 GMT
Calcination. ***The scene opens up in the middle of Delamere Forest, in the south-west of Manchester, England. We’re focused on a young guy dressed in a black jacket, denim jeans and white sneakers along with a fitted cap he’s wearing back to front. He’s looking at his mobile phone, before smirking and looking up at the camera*** Guy: ”What’s happening guys and girls! It’s me again, Jazzy J and I’m with my boy here, Craig!” ***The camera spins around to see another young lad, dressed in a hooded top, jeans and sneakers and sporting a beard, his cap the right way around. He smiles for the camera then spins it back around to ‘Jazzy J’*** Craig: ”What’s happening YouTube?!“ Jazzy: ”So we’re on yet another Randonautica trip here, in Delamere Forest and this is the second part of a series Craig and myself are doing up here in Manchester! If you’ve not seen part one of the series, I suggest you check it out first… I’ve put the link in the descr… Shh bro you hear that?” Craig: ”Sounds like footsteps, where’s it coming from?” Jazzy: ”I dunno mate, but let’s keep going anyway… So our pinpoint Randonautica app, has us going this way! So if you’ve seen the first part of the series, you’ll remember that Craig and I found ourselves in some abandoned… What would you call it? Mill, or Factory?” Craig: ”Yeah a factory of some kind… Hold up bro, look, do you see that light?!” ***Craig points just ahead of them and we see what appears to be an orange, glowing, flickering light… As the guys get closer they notice a fire burning slowly between the trees. Jazzy turns back toward the camera and whispers*** Jazzy: ”Okay so, our waypoint is on the other side of this fire… I can’t see whoever may have set it, but it’s clear we’re not alone in the Forest tonight…” Craig: ”Damn right we’re not… Ok definitely not, listen!” ***Craig spins the camera around, slowly, looking between all the trees and such, whilst the fire still burns beside them. Soft, twig-crunching footsteps can be heard echoing from all around them. Suddenly the fire appears to be blocked out and as the duo turn around, they’re faced with the hulking figure of a man, dressed in what looks to be a blood-red robe, hood covering their entire face! The guys buckle under their feet, yelling as they turn to run; Craig dropping the camera as they do. Their shouts and curses can be heard far off in the distance as the camera is picked up off the ground by the robed individual. They place the camera on top of a rock, before walking back towards the fire and slowly removing their hood. They turn back towards the camera and Tyler Debonair is standing there, huge grin on his face***
Tyler: ”Well howdy, neighbours! I really didn’t mean to scare the guys out there, but hell; they were trespassing in my neck of the woods and well, I felt intimidated by two guys with a camera, watching me… I’ll have to make sure to figure out who they were and send this camera right back to them once it’s uploaded to Netflix by the company!” ***Tyler chuckles before turning back towards the fire and flagging it with his thumb, he walks back toward it and leans over a rock next to a manuscript which he picks up and we see it is the Emerald tablets of Thoth covered in a shellac seal.
He grabs the camera and begins to head toward what appears to be a small clearing in the Forest, along with a body of water, a lake, the moon above shimmering in its own reflection. Tyler sets the camera down again and opens up the manuscript, beginning to read aloud***
Tyler: ” I, THOTH, the Atlantean, master of mysteries, keeper of records, mighty king, magician, living from generation to generation, being about to pass into the halls of Amenti, set down for the guidance of those that are to come after, these records of the mighty wisdom of Great Atlantis. In the great city of KEOR on the island of UNDAL, in a time far past, I began this incarnation."
***We watch as Tyler begins to step toward the lake, disrobing as he does and we catch sight of his naked torso, as he slowly sinks beneath the water... A short while passes before we see bubbles beginning to break the surface of the water and Tyler’s chiselled frame comes again into view, just about illuminated by the moonlight. He picks up the manuscript again and looks directly at the camera***
Tyler: ”Arrogance, egotism and brashness... Three things that chain people together in servitude, I mean there are many more but these are the principle triad... And you, Ryan McCann, are consumed by all three. You seem to have this air of self importance about you, that only you matter and what you say goes. You have this thing about trying to outshine anyone who doesn’t cut the mustard with you and usually that’s okay but you’re running before you can even crawl with me...
You see Ryan, as I said before, I’ve known people like you and right now they’re sailing down the river Styx to their new homes. I would point out to you that this path you’re on is going to be your downfall but I already know that your ego is too big to allow you to accept and understand what it is that I am telling you...”
***Tyler picks his robe back up, places it around him and pulls the strings right, as we walk with him back to the fire. He takes a deep breath and gets into some kind of pose, beginning to move around and engaging in what can only be described as a form of Tai-Chi. He brings his leg back while inhaling and places his palms downward bringing the hands toward his rib cage, before exhaling and standing upright again, he continues to speak with his eyes closed*** Tyler: ”Who are your idols, McCann? Who throughout all of history did you, admire? Hitler? Stalin? Genghis Khan? Vlad the Impaler? Bundy?! You pale in comparison to any one of these men, these false gods’! Lower case G, I might add. You’re a puppy dog in a Rottweiler fight, you’re the kind of guy who doesn’t even bring a knife to a gunfight, you bring that stench of self-importance and just hope it’ll gag the guy standing opposite...
You see the thing with those people who worship and follow false Prophets, Ryan, is that they find themselves going on random goose chases, like our two friends from earlier playing that silly little game, Randonautica. They were doing it, for “content”, for the likes and subscriptions it may bring them over Social Media... For the ego-boost!”
***Tyler finishes his Tai-Chi and approaches the fire, this time we notice something of a rotisserie hanging over the naked flames with an unknown substance on it... Tyler stands there, continuing to speak*** Tyler: ”I’ve never been one to follow though, I’ve always led, always lead... My word is bond and it’s never broken and people tend to heed my words of warning and that’s what this is, for you Ryan, not a threat but a warning... And a promise.
I promise you that if you leave that ego behind and you can summon the strength to eviscerate everything that you once were and cease to be this... This odious excuse of a human form, I will show you the truth, the true path on which your essence should be walking. Your self-worth is high, Ryan, much like you believe yourself to be.
But you’ve got to come to come to realisation that you’ve got a lot more to offer than you believe deep down inside... And I already know that you’ll deny all of this, but that’s okay. We both know the truth!”
***Tyler leans down by the rotisserie and we notice the substance has now, turned to ash. Tyler runs his hands through the ash, which oddly isn’t burning his fingers, as he stands back up and winks at the camera*** Tyler: ”Hows that, for showman?”
***Tyler kicks sand over the fire, instantly putting it out, as the Forest begins to slowly fade - to - black!***
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Post by Tyler Debonair on Mar 20, 2021 21:53:11 GMT
Dissolution. ***They say time speeds past, when you aren’t paying any mind, but it drags on when you ‘clock watch’. But we all know that’s a bunch of bull, considering time doesn’t even exist... It’s a man-made construct set about to keep man on his toes and it has worked for an absolute age. But back home, the place our where we have our origins, time isn’t even a consideration, there is no past, no future... Only the now. Everything happening at once, in one fleeting moment.
One of those moments is happening right now, as Tyler Debonair is being led to the front door of a very plush property, in Northern Quarter, Manchester, by an estate agent. The agent opens the front door, but notices it isn’t locked as the two of them make their way into the spacious living room and find a very cute redheaded woman just sitting on the couch, the agent stutters, but Tyler stands there grinning*** Agent: ”Sorry, I didn’t realise someone else was being shown around today!”Woman :”Oh, no I’m not... Hey Tyler.”Tyler: ”My God, auntie Casie! It’s been a minute! How are you?!”***Tyler and Casie Debonair share a hug, as the estate agent looks on. The agent smiles and waves his arms*** Agent: ”Um, alright well, let me show you the rest of the house!”
***The agent continues to walk around the house showing Tyler and Casie, all the little details and selling points as the scene slowly fades out...
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...When we reopen the scene, Casie and Tyler are sat on the couch in the living room of the house, clarifying that Tyler has indeed, purchased the property. The Netflix screen can be seen on the television in the corner as Casie takes a sip of tea from her cup, Tyler having just placed his on the coffee table*** Casie: ”Wow the English sure do know how to do tea, I thought that was just a myth!”
Tyler: ”Nah I’ve had tea before now and wow, it’s amazing! The Brits do everything right!”
Casie: ”You realise we also have tea in the States right?”
Tyler: ”Of course, but theirs will always be better for me... Speaking of the States it’s common knowledge why I left, but what are you doing here?”
Casie: ”Well, to be honest I was on an RWF reunion tour of Europe, heard you’d left L.A and were coming here... Figured I’d check in on my favourite nephew!”
Tyler: ”Dad sent you eh?”
Casie: ”Actually I suggested I’d come see you, but he is worried about you, Ty”
Tyler: ”If he was that worried, he’d be here himself, or would have called”
Casie: ”And... Have you keep hanging up on him?”
Tyler: ”True...”
***Tyler shrugs and shifts himself onto his feet, picking up his and Casie’s teacups and walks towards the kitchen. Casie sighs and follows him in, she leans against the fridge as Tyler washes up the cups*** Casie: ”He mentioned the last phone call you made, when he wasn’t home? He said you left him a voice message about not being on track with your life goals or something?”
Tyler: ”That’s right... Just feel so much is happening right now I can’t really make sense of it.”
Casie: ”What do you mean, Tyler??”
Tyler: ”I’m genuinely not even sure I’m Tyler Debonair anymore, Cas... I mean of course I am him, in this incarnation at least, but who I truly am is another matter altogether...”
***Casie raises a confused eyebrow as Tyler grabs a glass off the side, turns back to the sink and begins to run the cold tap. He fills up the glass and turns toward a cupboard*** Casie: ”Ty, you know me better than to suggest anything is wrong here, I just want to be sure you’ve not been missing your medication though?”
***Tyler closes the cupboard, turning toward Casie and shaking a bottle of pills at her, with a chuckle. She nods in understanding as Tyler drops a couple into his mouth, followed by the glass of water. Tyler then fills the glass up once more and walks back into the living room, tailed by Casie.
He opens a bag he has laying by the couch and pulls out what appears to be a test tube, filled with the same ash like substance he took from the fire earlier in the week.*** Tyler: ”You know, when I first stepped into the arena last week, I hadn’t intended on making noise straight away... I hadn’t intended on getting my hands dirty and interfering in another man’s business. My sole plan had been to keep my nose clean until the time was right, to step into the light. But then I saw what was happening with Ryan McCann, I saw the same attitude I’d seen week in, week out, with the staff members at the hospital towards us patients as if we were lower than the crap on their shoe and honestly? I wasn’t just going to stand idly by and allow him to be some wannabe Viola Davis, some Jessica Chastain from Wish, a BTec Emmeline Pankhurst, if you will!”
***Tyler takes the test tube, opening the lid and lightly tapping it so the ash slowly falls into the glass of water. The ash begins to liquify into some kind of acidic substance. As we watch this happen, along with Casie who seems quite impressed but also baffled, Tyler jogs back to the kitchen and fills up another glass of water. He brings it back to the table, sits down and pours the rest of the ash into the second glass, before putting the lid back on the test tube and placing it into his bag. Casie sits back down again too*** Casie: ”So, you said earlier in this incarnation at least, Tyler... So you reckon you’re reincarnated now? As Tyler Debonair, my nephew?”
Tyler: ”I believe in the incarnation of many, aunt Casie... I am Tyler of course, but not only am I Tyler, I am that I am, I am he who is... I am source.”
Casie: ”And it’s words like that, that give your dad the impression you’re losing it, man...”
Tyler: ”My dad? You mean “The Cerebral Hitman”? “The Illuminatus”?!”
Casie: ”Hah! I take your point... And for the record I don’t think you’re unwell still. I don’t think you’re unwell at all, I don’t believe you ever were...”
Tyler: ”You don’t??”
Casie: ”No and I made that clear a few times to Fred... We fell out once because of it, we’re good now though.”
Tyler: ”Well I definitely wouldn’t want to be the reason you guys fell out, so I’m glad you’re okay now. Anyway where are you staying while you’re here?”
Casie: ”Well I did have a reservation for a hotel not far from here...”
Tyler: ”Cancel it... I’m not having my auntie coming out here to check on me, only to have to stay in some sketchy hotel, when I’ve got two guest rooms in this place!”
Casie: ”Are you sure? I don’t want to impose, Tyler.”
Tyler: ”I’m not even dignifying that with a response...”
***Tyler smirks and Casie shakes her head chuckling to herself as they both stand*** Casie: ”Ok, ok. I’m going to grab my bags from the rental outside.”
Tyler: ”Ok cool, I’m about to rewatch last weeks Mayhem anyway... Oh hey, by the way, how did you know I was viewing this house?”
Casie: ”Hailie told me, you still speak to your sister and so do I! Oh, I think your liquid is done too.”
***Casie points to both glasses of water that now seem to be filled with something else, before she heads out to get her bags. Tyler smirks as he reaches back into his bag, pulling out the test tubes again and pouring the odd substance into them before taking the vials and placing them in a cupboard*** Tyler: ”Dissolution complete...”
***The scene slowly begins to fade into a distant memory as Tyler walks back towards the television set in the living room...
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... As we reopen, we find ourselves focusing on the face of one Ryan McCann, paused on what seems to be the end of his verbal diarrhoea tirade at some stage after Monday Night Mayhem. Tyler is clicking his tongue and tapping his chin with two fingers as he inspects the screen, as if taking in the words that were spoken, by McCann*** Tyler: ”If there is anybody right now who needs a cleanse and ego death, it’s the man I’ll be facing tomorrow night at KKND, Ryan McCann. I’m going into this match blind yet prepared and the outcome will remain that I will not only have helped myself, but Ryan too.
This is my debut in IIW, this is me breaking through the barrier of yet another stigmatised organisation in which I’m already seeing guys being controlled by their personas, their inhabitants... And it’s upto me to save these poor, agitated souls! Starting this week; with you... Ryan McCann.”
***Tyler sits forward on the couch, closing his eyes slightly then looking back at those fortunate enough to have been notified that he was going live on Instagram at that very point. He winks as he picks up a glass of something, probably Dr. Pepper, his favourite soft drink and takes a big gulp down, before setting it back on the table*** Tyler: ”Now Ryan, I could sit here and I could be completely unabashed when making a joke about your surname, but I won’t do that... Not because I’m worried about the response it may receive here in England, but because it’s just too easy! Instead I’ll focus on a couple of other things that caught my attention...
You told me you were on a mission, hoss... A mission to cleanse the IIW from anyone who’s not about “pure wrestling”, anyone who’s in it for the “entertainment” aspect... You seem to dislike those who enjoy putting others through tables or smacking people about with lead pipes. Do you know what this tells me, McCann? Because it certainly doesn’t tell me that you’re a guy taking a stand, it just says to me that you’re afraid. You’re scared of having to face someone who’s willing to pound your face like a slab of meat... Ooh, speaking of I could really do with a steak about now. But, I digress!”
***Tyler stands and the phone comes with him as he enters the kitchen and begins pulling a couple of boxes from the freezer, he slams them on the counter before speaking again*** Tyler: ”You asked me, how long it takes me, to do my face paint? I mean literally no time at all, but do you realise just how much you wasted in talking to me about it?! The irony also in you saying you want to go “Mano a Mano” and respect those who have a good, clean fight... Yet you had to have the James Gang do your dirty work against TLS?!
I’m not like these other guys you’ve faced before now, Ryan... I’m that guy your parents, peers etc, warned you about... The guy they told you not to overlook. I’m the voice in your head, when your anxiety kicks in, I’m the shape in your peripheral when you have to do a double take to be sure... I’m the one you see lurking in your dream before realising it’s too late when you open your eyes snap awake...
And tomorrow night, at Krush, Kill N Destroy you will understand that, no matter however much you try and laugh off the warpaint, however much you try and brush off those insecurities that are creeping away at the nape of your neck... No matter how many times you tell yourself that Tyler Debonair is just another “entertainer” trying to make a name for himself... You’ll always have that fear, that maybe... Just maybe... I’m so... much... more!”
***With that, Tyler turns his head back to the TV screen and hits the play button to watch as he drops a couple of steaks onto a frying pan that’s been heating up, as we fade - to - black!***
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