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Post by Kalvin "Kal" Dayspring on Mar 25, 2023 1:47:42 GMT
Two Former Champions clash, both men more than likely still pissed off at losing their respective titles look to bounce back in the title picture as soon as possible. Caleb Scott Cyrus Youngblood
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Post by Caleb Scott on Apr 2, 2023 11:29:50 GMT
The camera opens to show a view at ground level, looking through grass and sticks while a layer of fog hovers over the damp ground. The waxing crescent moon gives very little light to the scene, but brief flashes of lightning can be seen in the distance as the camera begins to slowly move through the grass and past occasional, random trees. Coming to a dirt trail, the camera follows it until suddenly a pair of boots enters the frame. The boots are sitting toes pointed up and the camera slowly moves from the boots, up the legs which are lying in the grass, with a chain wrapped bat also lying in the grass, until it shows the propped-up torso of Caleb Scott, sitting up against a chain link fence staring forward. The fence reaches 10’ into the air and is adorned with razor wire along to the top. A rundown, wooden shack rests behind Caleb inside the fence. He doesn’t need to say anything as the look on his face, completely void of any emotion, says everything needed. A few more lightning strikes crawl across the sky followed by a low rumble of thunder. Caleb begins to speak without looking at the camera, continuing to stare off into the abyss. “Theater of War was not that. It was not a war, it was not the finale to something, it was a minor battle. A battle that ended with the value of the Global Championship being reduced to nil after being placed on a simpleton like PG-13. I might not get a rematch, but I promise, with every ounce of energy, I will put that Global Championship back around my waist one day and I can only hope I have the opportunity to bask in the satisfaction of taking it back from that temperamental child.”
Caleb pushes his hands into the ground as he adjusts and sits up straight, still staring off with a thousand-yard stare. “But now, I am relegated to a meaningless match with a religious nutjob, Cyrus Youngblood. I suppose Dayspring has been waiting for this moment. Where he can start to push me further down the card, but the fact will always remain that Combat is my show, and I will kick off my ascent by making an example out of Youngblood. But in a way, this match will be good for me. This is merely a tune-up match, after Siege Perilous, TJ Alexander twice in one night and that Gruesome Finale, it was about time I got lobbed one. I wasn’t lying when I said if I lost the title that I would tear through every member of the Combat roster to get it back. Cyrus had a good run, racked up a few wins and even had a month-long run as the Uprising Champion. He even had the chance to, like I was, become a double champion but the Hamilton Establishment made sure that wasn’t going to be the case.”
Pushing himself up further and bending his knees to get his feet underneath him. Caleb rises to his feet with his bat gripped firmly in his left hand as more lightning lights up the sky behind him. “But now, that clock has run out on Cyrus’ run in IIW. Maybe he can run back to WiFC or IFPW since he did so well there, winning multiple championships, because Combat is not a place he will succeed in any further. Your words will fall on deaf ears as you attempt to preach to the so-called sinners because when you step into the ring with me, I will show you what real sin is. I am going to beat you worse than Sebastian when he treated you like a middle school kid and whooped your ass in the men's bathroom of the Allstate Arena. I will cause you so much pain to the point that you will lose all faith and hope you had for humanity. The graphic scenes of bloodshed and wrath you will see in that ring will make you curse your God and burn the Book of Cyrus for creating such sights. I will show you how you have to sin to really attain the things you want. You may not care about championships, but I do. What I truly want is that Global Championship and when I destroy you in Mobile, Alabama you will be one less person in the way of me getting that title back."
Behind Caleb, to his left, is a gate. He turns around and walks to it, leaning forward to read the “Condemned” sign barely hanging on. A chain with a padlock is wrapped around the gate and fence, trying to prevent anyone from entering. However, Caleb quickly swings his bat over his head and down onto the lock with all his might, breaking the lock. Caleb pulls the chain from the gate and opens it, walking in towards the shack as the storm moves closer, the rumbles of thunder becoming stronger by the minute. "People like you and Eden are a dime a dozen. You come in, preach about God and how he uses you to punish sinners, you complain how today’s world is unfit to exist as it is and claim to want to save humanity. You hide behind the excuse of God because you're too ashamed to admit that deep down you aren't doing this because of God. You're doing this because you enjoy it. You enjoy punishing people that do things you disagree with. I know those nights of physical abuse and cold nights took their toll on you, the same way they did to me when I went through the same thing growing up in St. Cloud. I, too, then fell into a cult, one with a much different message but a cult all the same. I know this route; I've been down it. So, you know I'm telling the truth when I say that you will never be truly saved until you admit what you truly are."
Standing face to face with the door, Caleb first tries the knob on the rickety wooden door. He turns it back and forth, but the knob won’t turn. Caleb, annoyed, then takes a step back and kicks the door open. The door, barely holding on before the kick, is hanging, crooked, by the top hinge as it becomes surrounded by a cloud of dust. Caleb slowly walks through the doorway and takes a couple steps inside the shack. As the camera pans across the broken-down shack, we see dirt, leaves, and trash spread across the floor. Spiderwebs cover the corners of the single room area and a “143” is carved into the side of one wall. “After my Global title loss, I am now in a position that has been foreign to me for nearly a year. I will continue without any championship around my waist and no rematch for my Global Championship. That should terrify everyone on Combat. I have nothing to lose now, I have nothing holding me back. But first, I must shed my previous skin and begin anew before I continue down this new path. I must burn away my previous mistakes and, like a phoenix, rise from its ashes to begin the journey back to my Global Championship, by any means necessary."
Further down in the room, Caleb notices something. Apparently, the thing he had been looking for judging by the smirk that he gets. He begins to walk straight to the back of the shack, dragging his bat along the floor as he does, the chains clanging off pieces of debris. As Caleb approaches, we begin to see what is before him. Through the fog that has rolled in through the door with Caleb, we see the black throne sitting alone against the back wall. The throne, covered in gothic engravings and black silk, sits there inviting Caleb to sit down. He approaches the black throne, turns around and slowly sits down, placing the bat across his lap. "Cyrus Youngblood will be the blood I use to wash myself clean of my past failures. I will become reborn through the flames, and I will use my sinful ways to defeat Cyrus Youngblood and send the self-proclaimed Messiah back to Helena or Galway or maybe I'll send him straight to hell."
The camera suddenly switches to an aerial view of the cabin and shows four lightning strikes hitting each corner of the shack simultaneously. Flames begin to grow and reach up the shack as it slowly spreads. Back inside, Caleb continues to sit on the black throne, unflinching as the wood becomes victim to the flames. "A new Caleb Scott will emerge, but the violence will continue. April 7th will mark a new era as I will tear through Cyrus Youngblood, Eden Youngblood if I need to, and every other unfortunate soul that is part of the Combat roster. Cyrus, prepare to be ushered to your Final Resting Place."
The flames continue to spread and compromise the structural integrity of the shack as it begins to collapse. Flaming planks begin to fall and pile around Caleb and briefly, through the wood and fire, we see the fluttering red robe peek out from behind the throne. Then, from outside, we view the shack completely collapse. After a few minutes, the rain begins to fall, and the flames slowly subside until nothing but white smoke rolls into the air. Searching through the rubble, we find the spot where the black throne was sitting but Caleb and the throne have disappeared. _________________________________________________________
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Post by Caleb Scott on Apr 6, 2023 1:30:05 GMT
As the sun begins to set, we are taken two hours outside of Mobile, Alabama, where Caleb Scott will take on Cyrus Youngblood. The camera slowly rolls past a sign that reads "Welcome to Pinchona Farms." Moving inside, the camera moves along the stables as horses can be heard neighing with a sense of uneasiness. Moving inside, we move past multiple stalls with the horses acting aggressively until we see Caleb standing at the opposite end of the stable with his head down and hands together with his fingers interlocked. As the camera approaches, Caleb begins to lift his head. "A man so enthralled with religion, a man that acts as God's punisher for those that live a life of sin. Surely, a man that is familiar with The Four Horsemen and I don't mean Flair, Arn, Ole and Tully. I'm talking about the Book of Revelations. I'm talking about the bringers of the end of times. Your time in IIW is ending, Cyrus. It began at Theater of War against Sebastian and it will conclude on Combat in Alabama against me. You and the lady you brainwashed, Eden, can go back to Helena and live your Bonnie and Clyde life away from Combat.”Caleb takes a few steps on the concrete that is riddled with hay. He turns to his left once he reaches a stall and places his hand on the lock as the horse in the stall starts to go crazy kicking at the door. "Pestilence. A plague, epidemic, fatal sickness or even…an infection. In Mobile, I will crawl into your head and start to defeat you in your mind before we even meet in the ring. I will infect your thoughts and dreams. You will not be able to do anything without seeing me lurking nearby, whether it's real or not. When you look at Eden, you will see my face. When you look at anybody, you will see my face. When you turn every corner, I will be there waiting for you."Caleb unlocks the stall door and whips it open as a white horse comes running out and it rushes out of the stable as Caleb walks down to the next stall. Again, Caleb places his hand on the lock. "War. At the Civic Center Arena, we will go to war. A classic battle of good vs evil, light vs dark. When Youngblood steps into the ring with me, a bearer of brutality, the darkness is going to win every single time. Nothing can stop me from bringing the entirety of my wrath down upon you, Youngblood!"Again, Caleb unlocks the stall door as the horse is kicking at it. It flies open and a horse as red as blood comes speeding out and dashes out of the stable. Caleb moves on to the third stall. "You started out very hot when you came to IIW. Win after win and then championship gold around your waist. However, Sebastian handled you at Theater of War and took that gold from you, and took away your winning streak. Now, you face me and your famine will continue. You will suffer another defeat, your life of punishing sinners will become a failure as you continue to be beaten down by them and…"Caleb opens the stall door and a jet black horse explodes from the stall and runs as fast as it can to the open door. "When you think it's finally over, there will only be one thing left waiting for you. There will be nobody to help you, no Eden by your side, nothing to save you. When you are lying on your back after I pin you and you are looking up in desperation, the only thing coming to you will be death."Caleb opens the final stall and what emerges is a pale horse but it does not take off running. It slowly steps out and stops in front of Caleb. He approaches the horse from the side and gently puts his hand on the horse's back. The horse doesn't flinch as Caleb moves to the front of the horse and stares at it, face to face. "Death is all that is left for you, Cyrus Youngblood. At Combat, your successful IIW career will come to a swift end and I will lay you down in your Final Resting Place."Caleb then swings his leg up and pulls himself up onto the horse, which stays perfectly still while he does. The horse then rears up and lets out loud neigh as Caleb gives the horse a kick to get it moving. The horse charges forward and barrels over the camera which falls backwards. The final, upside down, shot shows Caleb riding the horse from the stable out into the darkness. _______________________________________________
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Post by Cyrus Youngblood on Apr 6, 2023 1:33:40 GMT
“ Cyrus is seen pacing around his study room as he holds a smile on his face and slowly begins to cackle. He stops in his step and begins to speak.”
Cyrus: Ya’ know something, Caleb Scott? You’re right. You’re right that Theater of War was no war, no grand finale to an epic battle, or even the ending to anyone’s story. You lost your championship to PG-13 and I lost mine to Sebastian Hamilton. Though you seek to get back that gold around your waist for sinful reasons like greed and pride. Me? I could care less about the belt, but if it means I get JUSTICE and I put down some malice on this Earth by getting a championship rematch? Then so be it! First, however, I have to put you in your place lad.
“ Cyrus picks up a glass of Whiskey as he takes a sip, lets it sit there for a bit, and finally swallows as he chuckles a bit.”
Cyrus: You’re relegated to a match against ME? Me, Cyrus Youngblood? You’re quite a comedian to say that and label me a nut job. You’re not relegated to facing me; I’m relegated to facing YOU! You lost because you were not good enough, but me? I was screwed by injustice itself! There’s levels to this lad, and you’re beneath me pal! I don’t run away from adversity, a man with a mission from the Almighty himself always walks towards it with a mission… a mission of justice and defeating the evil of this world! Sebastian couldn’t beat me without help from his people and if you think YOU can put me down by yourself? You my son, are sadly mistaken! You do not have to sin to succeed; I had that win streak and the Uprising Championship all without falling down the rabbit hole of sin. You know what that sounds like to me Caleb? Excuses. Excuses to sin and not repent even though come our match… I will make sure you repent for all your actions of sin you did by coping that it is a necessity.
“ Cyrus sits down in his office as he looks towards the camera and smirks.”
Cyrus: A necessity is eating to survive, drinking water to live, and doing what it takes to stay on this Earth without harming others and even yourself. Sinning is never a necessity, and you can try to project your feelings towards me. I enjoy what I do thats true; I enjoy cleansing the world of sin. I don’t like that there’s sin everywhere, but if duty calls? I will stand and deliver what has been entrusted upon me! The cold nights where I suffered from abuse shaped me to be who I am, but it did not make me fall for the silver tongue of cultist. What I run is not a cult. It is not forcing people to join. It is not bashing non believers; we simply cleanse the evil of the world the common man and woman can’t do by themselves. You and are I not alike, you fell for a trap and it chewed you out and spat you out to become the bitter self we see today, me? I am a man who cant be turned into a bitter man who’s against the good values solely because a few holdbacks! You will not be a Phoenix that rises from your failures as a man, but a stepping stone to show all of IIW that Cyrus Youngblood is going nowhere! TRUST IN YOUNGBLOOD!
“ Cyrus slams his hands down and all the candles go out as the screen turns black and the Youngblood logo bleeds in before the screen turns to black again.”
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