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Post by Osh Vaughan on Apr 4, 2021 23:51:24 GMT
Hollywood Title Open Invitational
Adam The Monster vs Ultimate Destroyer vs Open Invitational
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2021 18:54:51 GMT
Frankie Goes To Hollywood's hit single, "Relax", sets the tone as the cameras fade from black to a bright flash of light, with the rays of the sun dying down to reveal the bright blue sky over the beautiful state of California. The camera winds down to a monumentally large house located in Stockton, California, where the owner of it is seen taking a few steps in the backyard of it. This wasn't just an ordinary backyard, as it was plastered with solid bricks, where in the middle of it stood a pool that had a short set of stairs to lead in the owner. As he took a seat, with the sweat of the heat glistening off of his body, the signature chiseled chin and confident smile revealed this man to be Mickey Kinkade. As he speaks, the song fades out slightly, as the beams of the sun reflect off of Mickey's sunglasses, while in his hand was a glass of red-wine. Mickey Kinkade: Brad Pitt... Johnny Depp... Leonardo DiCaprio, step aside, a new sexy mega-star's hit the big screen. In case you, the fans, live under a rock, the name's Mickey Kinkade, and being The KINK is my game!He chuckled softly as he heopped aboard a floating pool bed, crossing his legs and putting his hands behind his head as he looked up at the camera man under the IIW's pay-roll. Mickey Kinkade: I'm sort of a big deal, and I've been so kind as to lend this company some much needed starpower by signing on the dotted line to wrestle for the IIW! It was a simple process, this place needed someone that was dripping with charisma, and I couldn't think of a better canidate then myself! Sure, I have my haters, but they're not the ones gettin' the fat checks I'm gettin'! And of course, my most important assets to this company is my bitchin' bod!Can't argue with that rockin' six pack he's rocking, as he removed his glasses and gave the camera a bit of a wink. Mickey Kinkade: Now, for the matter at hand, when I caught wind of this little Hollywood Title Invitational, I couldn't help but throw my hat into the mix. I mean, really, who here is more Hollywood then ME!? Not only do I live the life style, I look the part. Now add a title to that, and you've got a sexy trio that makes a perfect canidate for the figurehead of this company. Mickey took a sip of his own wine, the symbolizim is real folks! Mickey Kinkade: No one else is more capable of bringing this new title the prestige it needs other then me. Really, these other contestents are nothing more then filler, and I'm doing the wrestling world a favor right now by being here. A freak like Adam The Monster? He's not champion matieral. Bear with me for a moment, but could you imagine what kind of terrible world we would live in if that moron had a title? He'd slobber over it and try to eat the damn thing! I understand we needed to hire some jobbers for Combat, but this is some sick joke letting one on the main show!He sighed, as it was a sad day in wrestling to let someone as uncordinated like Adam partipate. Mickey Kinkade: But hey, good for you big guy, you're being given the opportunity of a life-time to share some ring time with The Addictive One. Now while you can only say the words I, Will, Monsterize, and You... in that exclusive order... I think you have some real potential. Seriously, you do.
There's a slight shrug from Kinkade, before cracking a devious smile.
Mickey Kinkade: You would make one HELL of a personal foot stool! Being that tall, you could put that to good use by following me around everywhere I go and letting me prop up my peticured feet after an easy victory week in and week out! Just think on it eh? I could pay you in advance with a few Lunchables. Because lord knows you're more useful putting over the much younger, and way better talent like me. And on the topic of big, dumb, and stupid... Big? DUMB? STUPID?! Who could it be?!
Mickey Kinkade: "The Ultimate Destroyer"? Really? The Ultimate Embarrasment is a more fitting titl . It's like someone binged an entire Monster movie marathon and came up with two of the most generic meatheads on the planet, just to put them together in a ring. If you think being a "murder" is going to give you an advantage, you're dead wrong. Mickey Kinkade is a lady killer, breaking hearts, and crushin' skulls. Unlike you Destroyer, I'm not one dimensional. I'm 69 whole dimensions baby, and I'm going to be the one struttin' around with that title around my perfect waist after I take you out.
Cut to a zoom of his perfect waist, ladies, you're welcome. Back to Kinkade's face, he looks as confident as ever.
Mickey Kinkade: As for the rest of you pissants that are wanting to try your hand at The Kink by trying to get in on this Open Invitational, by all means, make yourselves known. I'm a beacon for douchebags all across the globe to come in and attempt to take a shot at me, but the results always the same. I take another win, I get the fatter check, and I get alllll the ladies at the end of the night. With that Hollywood Title though? Heh, it's just a matter of time before they turn my career into a documentary. I'll see you ugly bitches later, ciao.
With that, the screen fades out with the last image being The Kink sipping his wine, with a big first impression being made to the IIW.
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Post by totaldestroyer on Apr 7, 2021 8:19:05 GMT
<The being known as the ultimate destroyer is training for his match standing in a junkyard smashing a hanging car to bits with just closed fists and bare feet with a odd and violent grace and style that cant quite be described as he out a primal yell of rage as the metal rips and breaks against his furious assault >
He says softly with a voice quaking with rage and hatred : " The lambs are being sent to the slaughter and the bloodbath shall begin this IIW shall know nothing but fear and horror over the massacre that's being perpetrated in their name and entertainment For I know and care not about good or evil
<he drop kicks a window and the door falls off> I hope somethings arranged for my opponents after the match because someone will need to weep at the funeral.
you will need to pray to your gods even though they will give you no salvation...no hope and no future but the empty void......
You can yammer and rant about your pathetic lives of perversion or brag about what supposed skills you think you have preaching a path of power violence and destruction but its meaningless. All you crave is the tin foil titles and the empty cheers of the crowd, the worthless money..... even the tramps waiting outside the dressing room
I mean to break bones rend flesh and turn them into dust ……. My victories are when they and their loved ones are in the intensive care wards weeping over their pitiful remains praying to pitiless gods of combat for redemption and salvation of the bloodied sacks of meat before them
<he lifts up the engine with one hand and punches it across the yard watching it fly for some distance>
so when your planted in the ground there can be no bitching about how you were cheated .… your pain will be so great and your defeat will be so deep it will beak what ever soul you think you possess that it will be discussed in feds a thousand years from now
My debut will be your downfall and an example to this so called federation as no flesh shall be spared in my reign of destruction
Now all the talking's done ..its time to fight
<he turns from the camera as it fadea>
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2021 12:27:48 GMT
The camera flickers on as the scene cuts open to The Dream Killer Ryan Hawkins sitting on The Hollywood sign in California. He looks forward, gazing at the city as the camera focus in on him.
Ryan: The Hollywood Championship Invitational is just in two weeks, and already we see stars like Adam The Monster, Total Destroyer, and Mikey Kinkade have already made their campaign for the title, and I'm sure many more will follow suit of their dreams.
Ryan lifts his head and gazes towards the stars.
Ryan: Dreams are a tricky thing, mainly a sickness of the mind that plays tricks on you as it feels your head with goals that you know you can not reach. This is the sad truth for many people that come to Hollywood thinking they'll make it big and become a famous stars. Sadly the majority of those dreamers fail to reach their dreams as they succumb to the pressure they created and put on themselves, and the superstars taking part in this title match are no different.
Ryan looks into the camera now.
Ryan: They have convinced themselves that winning this Hollywood Championship will bring them great fame and fortune, but they will only receive misery and regret. As the pressure continues to build up, until leaves a lasting impression in your mind.
Ryan Points to his head
Ryan: So I have taken upon my duty to slay every last one of these competitors' dreams as I save them from the hole they're digging themselves into. I will be their savior; I will be the one to open their eyes and show them there are no dreams, only Destiny. Your paths have already been formed, and my path is leading me towards the Hollywood Championship, and I can feel it pulling us together.
And I won't allow anyone to keep me from my destiny, so to those that dare to enter the ring with me and chase their pathetic dreams, know a nightmare awaits for you on the opposite side in the form of The Dream Killer Ryan Hawkins and come Monday Night Mayhem I will shatter all your dreams and ambition as I leave bodies broken and dreams extinguished. Bodies are about to drop, and dreams are going to end.
Ryan puts on a sinister smile as the camera cuts off and the scene goes dark.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2021 18:16:52 GMT
Hunting for Gold [Manchester, England. A city; metropolitan borough known best for its culture and architecture, among other things. The city's name stemming from the Latin word Mamucium; the citizens of the area known as Mancunians; the city itself is the fifth most populous within England. It is here that International Intense Wrestling, better known as IIW, have made themselves at home. A multitude of talents coming through its doors throughout the duration of its existence. Some have stood the test of time; written their names into the history books and the hall of fame. Others have merely hung around for a cup of coffee; faded just as swiftly as they arrived. IIW is where those who can truly call themselves the cream of the crop separate themselves from the rest, much like the city in which it resides.] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [FADE IN] [It is in Manchester. that we see Kasey Miles and Kaitlyn Finley. Both sitting on black leather chairs within their shared hotel room. Gazing out at the skyline; allowing themselves to absorb the sights and sounds surrounding them. Truly immerse themselves in the city that they will be calling home, at least for the foreseeable future. Kasey attired in a black leather jacket on top of his white t-shirt, jeans and black Nike sneakers. Kaitlyn is wearing a black singlet, black jeans and chocolate brown leather knee high boots. Sighing, Kasey reclines further in his chair, as he turns his head to face Kaitlyn, who is fidgeting with her phone.] Did your mom call yet? [He enquires.] No. [She replies, softly sighing.] I'm guessing she will when she wakes up.[Kasey nods, as Kaitlyn continues to fidget with her phone. Curiously looking at something, whilst Kasey pulls out his own phone. Ensuring that there aren't any messages he may have missed during their flight to Manchester. Softly laughing, he sees 3 messages. 2 of them from friends/old teammates back at home, wishing him good luck on his journey; the third from his older brother, telling him that he will house sit while Kasey is gone. Smiling, he sends back a text stating 'Okay, sounds good' to his brother, before looking up at a relaxed Kaitlyn, who has put her phone back in her pocket.] Well? [She ponders, waiting to see if he catches onto her cue.] Well what?[She flashes him a sly smile.] You want to do it?Do what? [He asks, trying to decipher if she means what he thinks she does.] Maybe later.[He winks, as Kaitlyn simply laughs calmly.] No, silly/ [She states, as he laughs.] I meant call room service.[He smiles calmly, as Kaitlyn points over to the phone. It had been a family tradition that within two hours of arriving at a hotel, one of her family members, usually her father, would call room service. Something she is surprised didn't immediately click inside of Kasey's head, as she had told him about this tradition on the flight.] Oh. You mean that.Duh.Alright. [He comments, standing up.] Is there anything you want?[She smiles, deep in thought.] Some steamed lobster would be nice. A bottle of chardonnay too. [She comments, smiling.] A salad for the side. No olives.Okay.[Kasey sighs, wandering over to the antique phone; dialing up the room service number that is written on a snow white post-it note to the right of the phone.] Hello.[Kaitlyn glances across at him, but he has his back to her; is focused on the call.] Yes, this is kasey Miles. [His statement is calm, he inhales.] Room 214.[He looks out to the skyline, as Kaitlyn pulls her phone back out. Looking down and noticing she has another message.] I'd like 2 lobsters, both steamed, some fried chicken wings. A greek salad with no olives and a bottle of chardonnay.[Kaitlyn shoots back a text, responding to whoever it is she is talking to, as Kasey turns his head over his left shoulder. Pulling the phone about two inches away from his ear.] You want anything else, babe?[She shakes her head, as he places the phone back on his ear.] No. That's all, thanks. [He awaits a response, inhaling as he does.] Alright. Thank you,[He hangs up the phone, as he turns; returns back to his seat. Smiling at Kaitlyn, who reciprocates his gesture.] They said it should be up in 40 minutes.[She smiles, nodding as she once more, places her phone in her pocket; her hand atop her right leg.] Sounds good to me. [An idea then begins to manifest itself in her head.] How about we ... treat ourselves ...[Softly smiling, Kasey looks at Kaitlyn with raised eyebrows as she giggles.] Oh, really? [He states.] Yeah. I think we deserve it, considering we made it here. [Her soft, sultry voice hinting at what sort of treat she means, she moves herself slightly forward on the chair.] Really? [He states gently and in a cheeky manner.] I might just have to take you up on that offer.[Kaitlyn places her left hand on his right leg, slightly running it up his side as a slight chill races up his body. Kasey does the same with his right arm up her left side, as a very similar chill runs up her own body.] I've been waiting for this ever since we arrived, babe.As have I.[The two look deeply into each other's eyes. Feeling the burning passion within them; knowing that this is the moment they've been waiting for. The tension in the air between them is palpable as a soft smile crosses Kasey's lips.] IIW will soon learn why we are the power couple. Why we will both be names that they cannot forget. [He whispers.] They won't know what's hit them. [She finishes his sentence, as her arm reaches a point about two inches under his armpit.] Nor will you, once we are done.[Kaitlyn laughs gently.] You mean 'nor will you', because I know exactly what's coming.[He smiles lustfully, as the scene fades, knowing exactly what the two of them have in mind; it's probably better if people don't see it.] [FADE OUT] [FADE IN] [Four hours later, Kasey, attired in a navy blue t-shirt, denim jeans, and black sneakers is seated atop a steel chair, within a dimly lit room. His body is still in a state of afterglow from his 'special alone time' with Kaitlyn from earlier. Complete with the chicken and lobster delivered by room service. The chardonnay helps to wash everything down; it provides an additional layer of bliss. His face stoic, he looks forward, clearing his throat.] The Hollywood Championship ... [He states, inhaling softly.] A title created by the man who calls himself the Hollywood reporter, Shaun Hart. A person who wishes to impart lavishness. The pomp and circumstance of Hollywood upon the IIW.[He exhales, leaning forward slightly.] A title made for those who wish to shine the brightest. The people who wish to truly impart their names into the history books. A title for those who wish to be remembered long after they are gone. [His words are gentle, as he slightly smiles.] [Kasey then wriggles slightly further forward, straightening his posture in the process.] A title made for somebody like me. Imagine ... my first match here in the IIW. My first time in the limelight and I walk away with the championship on my shoulder. I walk into the match and take the title from right under the noses of everybody else who wishes to enter the match; stake their claim. So far, there have been four names that have thrown their hat into the ring, aside from myself. [He pauses, as he considers each of the people who have elected to join in the festivities; take up the open invitation that was handed out.] Adam the Monster, The Ultimate Destroyer, Mikey Kinkade, and Ryan Hawkins. Four men who in their own ways, have something to offer. Their own methods and processes when it comes to obtaining their desires. Their own stories to tell.[He wriggles himself backward, so that his back is lightly pressed against the cold steel of the chair.] Each of them hoping that fortune favors them when the bell rings; the time for words is over and the time for action begins. All of them with their own different ideals; motivations for desiring the championship; being noted as the inaugural champion. Just as I have my own motivations. My own reasons for wanting that name to be my own. For it to be me that people remember. That people associate with the title; the prestige that it offers. This belt isn't just another trophy to me. It's not just something that I can hitch my name onto; use as a mere 'accolade' to toss onto a list. It's not merely about the resume to me, as it is to each of you.
No. this belt is my springboard. It is my means of proving that I'm not just here because of the money. I'm not just here to be another name. Another face that gets lost in the crowd; fades into obscurity like many men who have come before me. I intend on making sure everybody realizes that I am here for the long haul. That I am here to be THE name. THE face of IIW, and there's not a single thing anybody on this roster can do about it. Not Adam, Not Destroyer, Not Mikey, Not Ryan. Nobody.
The sooner you all learn that, the better off you will be. Because I'm more than happy to step between those ropes and teach you this lesson myself, if that's what you desire. If you think that'll be an easier way to learn just what I am capable of. What I can do when uninhibited by anything else. To you, these might seem like empty words. Idle threats. Let me promise you that they are far from that. These are promises. Checks that I intend on cashing in at Mayhem, when we all step between the ropes; do battle for the Hollywood title.
There's not a single thing any of you can do about that either. Don't believe me? You will have no choice but to understand. To acknowledge that you were straight up beat; embarrassed. That you had no answers for me between those ropes. You're all fighting for second place. The silver medal. Because that championship is coming home with me.[He pauses, standing up as he pats down his right shoulder.] Because that belt. That gold is coming home with me. Whether or not any of you like that outcome. You'll become accustomed with the sound of my name being declared as the winner soon enough, so don't worry about that. It starts in two weeks. [His words more of a warning, he begins to calmly walk towards the mocha painted oak door at the front of the room. His statement was complete.] When I will be the last man standing.[He reaches the door, placing his left hand on the doorknob as the scene fades. His words are an indication of what he has in store for his opponents, as well as the fans in attendance, when Mayhem rolls around. When it becomes a matter of put up or shut up.] [FADE OUT] [FADE IN] [Kasey, attired in the same navy shirt, jeans and shoes as earlier, walks around the sidewalk on Sackville Street. Three plastic bags on his right hand; two on his left, having finished doing some shopping and picking up necessities for himself and Kaitlyn for at least the next week. Look around, he glances at the houses and buildings that line the streets, taking everything in. Noting to himself just how different Manchester is to back home in Covington. Or even Atlanta, where he has been based in recent years, outside of his time spent on the University of Georgia campus in Athens. Kaitlyn on the other hand, has spent time in Manchester, so he has leant on her to help him navigate his way around the city. Inhaling, he manages to reach into his pocket; pull out his phone, dialing her number.] Hey babe. [He states, awaiting her response.] Yeah, I got everything.[His feet pounding against the concrete, he returns his focus straight ahead. Noticing a man and his dog cross the road in front of them, headed toward one of the Victorian era homes on the opposite side of the road.] I'm on Sackville Street, so I should be back in about ten minutes. [He answers, before inhaling.] [His face then turns into one of surprise, as Kaitlyn tells him something that cannot be heard by anyone but him.] He did? What did he ask?[He gives off an exasperated sigh at her answer.] When did he say he wanted to come? [He enquires.] Tell him okay, but he has to pay for his own room. We shouldn't have to always bail him out when he has no money.[He stops in front of a house with a brick fence, sitting down on it to continue this discussion with Kaitlyn as he stares across the road. Watching as a white car drives past.] Yeah, I know. [He pauses, deeply considering his next words.] As long as it's only three days. You know what he can be like.[He remains stoic as he slightly places the bags on his left hand onto the sidewalk.] Alright. I'll be home soon. [He remarks.] Love you too. Bye.[Hanging up the phone, he places it back into his pocket. Thinking about what she had told him over the phone; past experiences he has had with them. As much as he tries to get along with him, he understands that he and Kaitlyn cannot keep footing the bill for them, whenever they hit monetary issues. Even if they are Kaitlyn's older brother. Sighing to himself, he allows himself some more time on the fence, attempting to regain his composure; not return to the hotel still frustrated at either Kaitlyn or her brother.] I do this for her. I know how much family means to her; how much she wants to make sure her brother is able to stand on his feet; not fall into a life of crime.[Glancing around, he lifts the bags back up, pushing himself off the fence; resuming his walk. Feeling the soft breeze against his clothing, he inhales deeply.] Even if he can be a bit of a leech. [He laughs after that statement.] [Reaching the corner, he turns right onto Whitworth Street, before gently smiling.] I'll deal with that when it comes though. Just like I'll deal with the Hollywood Title invitational when Mayhem arrives. [His comments delivered with an edge, he continues to walk. Navigating his way around a man who's approximately in his fifties and out on a stroll.] [He then allows himself to gather his thoughts. Both about the impending discussion with Kaitlyn about her brother and his visit, as well as the invitational at Mayhem. Both are as important as each other, even if they are for different reasons. The scene fades as he continues his way down Whitworth; back to the hotel room, to deal with the first portion of those issues. The second portion, he will deal with in the rine.] [FADE OUT]
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Post by Tyler Debonair on Apr 10, 2021 13:28:54 GMT
Fermentation. ***The scene opens with a close up of our hero, or anti-villain whichever way you want to look at it in all honesty... The sun is bright on Tyler Debonair’s face as he lay back on a towel, basking in the glorious victory over young Curtis “Cee-Cee” Vaughn, on the previous Monday night Mayhem. He shuffles as he feels the warmth trickle down his arms as the seagulls caw, the waves crash and the smell of the salt sea air crawls up his and our noses... The sound of the ringside bell inside Tyler’s head rings*** Scott James: “Both men showing great technical abilities early in this match.”
Mike Fisher: “Both are sound technical wrestlers, but will the power of Curtis, or the high flying of Debonair give them the upper hand?”
***A smile creeps over Tyler’s face as he takes a very deep, comforting breath, with the sun appearing to be setting*** Scott James: “DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE AND BOTH ME ARE DOWN!”
Mike Fisher: “I think whoever gets to their feet first might just take this one.”
***Tyler turns his head to one side as if he’s hearing something, as what seems like a storm cloud may be encompassing the sky as we back out and see he isn’t dressed in what you’d wear on holiday, but every day getup of jeans, sneakers and a hoodie oh and also, the towel is gone too... Tyler is sat on what looks like a dentists chair, partially laid back*** Curtis: “WHAT ARE YOU DOING DAD?”
Melanie Jackson: “Your winner….AND Progressing in the International Title Tournament……….TYLER DEBONAIR!”
***Now, it’s all black... There is no sunshine, no smell of the sea, no sound of the waves crashing, no seagulls cawing. We are in a warehouse that looks the size of an Amazon depot, ready for worldwide shipment except there’s nothing inside this building. Nothing that is but the chair Tyler is sat in right now, a television set that looks like it came out of a high-school in the late nineties. There is also a red blinking dot, in one corner a little further off to one of the sides, at an angle... Tyler slowly stirs and without opening his eyes, speaks*** Tyler: ”I’m definitely not on vacation am I?”
***He turns his head and faces in front of himself, trying to take it all in, spotting the television set as it kicks into life. A spurt of white noise flashes across the screen before the ending of his match with Curtis begins to shimmer into focus. The screen at the top of the ramp is shown, along with the weird Þ symbol before the countdown and strange words, “time is almost upon us”, then the screen goes black and the arena lights return with no Tyler Debonair in the ring before the television set switches off*** Tyler: ”Nope, I’m definitely not on vacation... Alright, come on out, where are you? Who are you? Ashton? Mayim?”
Voice: ”Neither, I’m afraid...”
***Tyler jolts back with speed and sits himself upright in the chair, looking around swiftly before spotting the outline of a figure standing next to the television set, where before there was only space.*** Tyler: ”And who are you?? How did I get here?! Where is here?!”
Voice: ”I can only answer one question at a time, Tyler. I’ll work backwards. Here is the inner sanctum of your mind.”
Tyler: ”uh-huh and that works how, exactly?”
Voice: ”I don’t know, you’re the one asking the questions and you’re the one answering them... Which brings me to the second of the three. You brought yourself to this place, the same way we all bring ourselves to our prime incarnations when we’re born.”
Tyler: ”Seriously what are you going on about? Look, how about you come on over here and help me out of this chair?!”
Voice: ”Yeah, I’m afraid I can’t do that, Tyler...”
Tyler: ”Well at least point me in the direction of the exit?!”
Voice: ”Can’t do that either...”
***Realisation suddenly hits Tyler and he slams the palm of his hand against his forehead, sighing in unison and shaking his head, never looking up as he speaks*** Tyler: ”And therein lies the answer to question one... You can’t do either of those things, because you don’t exist in my physical reality as in actuality you are me. Firstly I constructed some kind of vacation spot to distract me from the fact I was sat in this dingy old warehouse in the middle of God-knows-ware, having been taken here by God-knows-who, then my mind has constructed some form of other being for me to hold a conversation with, in case I got bored!”
Tyler 2: ”Well, yes and no. I’m more like your “higher self”, if you’re going to give me a name. I’m your deeper subconscious.”
Tyler: ”Let me ask you a simple question, hoss. If someone were to walk in here now, would they see me debating with someone or, literally talking to myself?”
Tyler 2: ”I think we both know the answer to this one...”
Tyler: ”Well that’s a given, chief. Considering I’m you and you’re me... And I rest my case! And this will be the third case I’ve rested since walking through the doors of IIW!”
Tyler 2: “What do you mean this’ll be the third case?”
***Tyler subconsciously swings his legs around on the chair and plants his feet down on the ground, he looks up and continues to talk, animatedly*** Tyler: ”When I first stepped foot into IIW, Osh Vaughn booked me against Ryan McCann, Mr. “I’m too pure to go against anyone with a personality or character!” Yet he didn’t realise I had pure wrestling pedigree in my blood too and I made sure he understood the consequences of overlooking that simple fact! Case closed...
Then Osh booked me against his own bastard son, Curtis! A guy who, whilst was very polite and very talented had his own demons and yet once again, like a chameleon, I blended straight into everything that Curtis brought to the table. But I will say this, Cee-Cee, whether or not he really does have a split personality deserves a lot more credit than anybody including myself gave him credit for! So long as he continues to swerve the ill advice from his dad”
Tyler 2: ”Either one...?”
Tyler: ”Either one... Then I think he will go extremely far in this company. But he needs to make sure that he does what he wants and nobody else...”
Tyler 2: ”Like his dad, Jonny C, still can’t believe he thought he was going to be able to convince goody-two-shoes Curtis to use a steel chair on you man... Great capitalisation to put him into transfiguration too and now, we await your next opponent in the International Title tournament.”
Tyler: ”That’ll co... Man why AM I still sitting here?!”
***Tyler dusts himself off and jumps off of the dentists chair beginning to walk away, but is snapped back to his seat, yelling out in pain as he does and grabbing at his wrist. Looking down we see that he is handcuffed by one hand to a rail along the side of the chair, he chuckles to himself and shakes his head*** Tyler: ”And that, would be why I’m still sitting here... So what the hell am I supposed to do if I wanna pee?!”
Tyler 2: ”Look to your left...”
Tyler: ”Ugh... A bucket?! Really? Do I want to ask, what if I need to...”
Tyler 2: ”No...”
Tyler: ”Ok, ok... I digress. As I was saying we will find out soon enough who I’ve got to go through in order to progress to the next stage, in the International Title tournament... Will it be Anthony Tudor, “The Oncoming Storm”? Will it be JT Maverick, “The Prodigy”? We once knew a Prodigy...”
Tyler 2: ”We did, my godfather, Riley Andrews...”
Tyler: ”He was amazing, he did things in the air, I’d never seen anyone do before and haven’t since and he definitely earned that name, have you? Well, that remains to be seen... I mean the fact remains it won’t matter who’s put in front of me, as I’ll I will do exactly what I’ve come here to IIW to do, cleanse... And whether that be the soul of Maverick or that of Tudor it doesn’t matter, because in the end they all go to the same place and then... They all come back again, but until I have to set foot in the ring once more and make another example out of somebody in they tournament I’ve got other priorities...”
Tyler 2: ”The IIW HOLLYWOOD Title!”
Tyler: ”What?! No! Well, yes but no... Why did you instantly go there?? I’ve got far bigger fish to fry than the Hollywood Title, but of course it is a title and it is new, it is fresh... It is something I could make my mark in IIW with. This past week on Monday night Mayhem Shaun Hart made an announcement that he’d been given permission to give the, newer guys I guess, a shot at making a name for themselves.”
Tyler 2: ”You don’t have to make a name for yourself though do you... You already have a name...”
Tyler ”No, Fred Debonair has a name, my father has had a name for as long as I can remember... Me? I’ve never had a name of my own, from the day I was born it was always “Fred Debonair’s son” or “Debo’s young’n” maybe even the odd “Debs junior” but never once did I ever, make a name for myself so in fact... The more I think about it.”
Tyler 2: ”This is the perfect opportunity for you...”
Tyler: ”Exactly... It’ll definitely be a tough match that’s for sure, if I ever get out of here!”
***Tyler once again shakes the cuffed hand against the rail and rubs at the sore spot on his wrist. He shuffles back on the seat to get comfortable, noticing the shadow moving slightly by the red blinking light which he once again chooses to ignore.*** Tyler ”An open invitational can either be the making of someone, or a terrible mistake waiting to happen... The fact is, either you’ve got it, or you haven’t. Who knows just how many people will enter this particular one, all I know is it’ll start with two, big behemoths namely Adam the Monster and The Ultimate Destroyer... Two guys who I’d really rather not meet in a dark alley, but then again I wouldn’t particularly want to meet the likes of Ryan McCann in a dark alley either!
You know, both Adam and Ultimate Destroyer make me feel as though I’ve entered into some strange video game, they’re like some scientific experiment gone awry! It’s like I’ve won a competition to be part of some real life escape room situation and this! All this right now, is the start of it... Wait! That’s it, isn’t it?!”
Tyler 2: ”No...”
Tyler: ”It was worth a try... So next up, well... Who is next up? Has anybody actually thrown their hat into the figurative or literal ring for this little soirée that Hart has invited us all to?”
***Suddenly that nineties television set you all nearly forgot so much about kicks back into life with a hard white noise static you’d be forgiven for thinking Empire, Ballers or Game of Thrones was about to start, but... No, it’s just some random-ass promo being cut by a guy who looks as cabbage green as Tyler himself. He cocks his verbal gun and twinkles like a cringe star in the night sky before the television set melts into a standby blueish hue*** Tyler: ”Mi...key... Kin...klade... Am I saying it right?”
Tyler 2: ”Mickey Kinkade...”
Tyler: ”Got it, so Mikey thinks that we’re still in the mid-eighties! The man’s a complete generic Don Johnson throwback and expects to be taken seriously?! I mean, watching what I just did took me back to stories of when even my dad was little! The closest I ever got to that world was playing GTA, Vice City... What a ride! But that’s okay, Kinkardashian, because at Mayhem if you’ve not already been squashed by Adam or Destroyer I’ll be more than happy to show you exactly who the true pissant is...”
***The television fizzles on again, we see another guy, this time one Tyler recognises a little more, who appears to be sat on hills he also recognises, although he’s mumbling a bunch of words he doesn’t quite understand. Tyler cocks his head as he listens, chewing on his lip as the set blinks into the blue once again.*** Tyler: ”Alright this guy I know, I’ve seen him around. Ryan Hawkins! The dream killer right? I mean I really don’t wanna make assumptions brother but let me just put it out there, I am here if you want to talk ok? I mean don’t get me wrong because I don’t want to presume you’re thinking of doing anything stupid but come on... Surely you realise the only dream you’re going to be killing right now is your own, no? You talk about dreams being big and full of pressure, kind of like a huge propane tank really and whilst admittedly you’re no slouch... You’re about to walk into the ring against the likes of Ultimate Destroyer, the likes of Adam the Monster, even Michail Kingklansman but most of all you’ll be stepping in with yours truly and the only people who step into the ring with Tyler Debonair, are those who need saving, Ryan... Remember that!”
***Once more the television sparks to life and we’re presented with snobbery, self entitlement and to be blunt pompous crap. Tyler watches on in disgust, screwing up his face and laughing every now and then. He mimics being sick once or twice too before the television bleeds blue yet again*** Tyler: ”They just keep crawling out of the woodwork don’t they?, That’s now five top athletes...”
Tyler 2: ”Loosely used of course”
Tyler ”Of course, five “top” athletes who’ve entered the Hollywood Title match. Adam, Destroyer, Kilgrave, Hawkeye and now this Rico Suave looking moth... You know, this ego death I allowed myself, this moment of clarity I’ve given myself foresight of permits me to see this character, for what he really is. Kasey Miles, Oh, Kasey Miles, where for art thou, Kasey Miles? There’s always one like you that walks into a promotion and thinks you fit the competition you step into just perfectly, as if the Gods of Wrestling saw you coming and just placed it there for you...
I mean I’ve seen it happen before to my father, he won both the RWF Hard-to-the-Core title and FcW’s eXtreme title in his debuts in their respective organisations but the thing is; you’re not him... Thankfully neither am I! For both of us. I will say that I’m glad to hear you speak of being here for the duration though Kasey, I’m glad to hear you talking about making a point with the title you’re seeking to win on Mayhem but I’m afraid you’re going to have to find another route to take to show how serious you are about making your name in IIW because the Hollywood title? Won’t be it!
For anybody else who feels like accepting Shaun Hart’s invitation, be my guest! The more the merrier for my cleansing retreat! You all know that you’re probably bogged down right now with all kinds of pressures, negativity and just outright filth... So let me take care of it, let me clean and reset your clocks so you can understand your place in this world and the next... But please, make sure you leave your name on the sign in sheet. I wouldn’t want to leave any of you out...”
***Tyler goes to turn once again and accidentally kicks something, he finds on the floor a bottle of water, completely unopened and still fully sealed. He scoffs and raises an eyebrow as he cracks it open, chugging down almost half of the bottle already*** Tyler 2: ”Your captors are nothing if not thoughtful, I’ll say that...”
Tyler: ”Its even the American brand of water I’m used to...”
Tyler 2: ”I’m sorry, did you just...”
Tyler: ”Don’t, alright? I was talking about the actual brand, the label! Look! It’s TAP’D NY! They’ve specifically had the water imported from America, for me, I mean honestly how many people do that when they kidnap somebody? Not many I can tell you that for sure... But you know what I said before I had bigger priorities than Macklemore Kimnkanye, much more important things to deal with than this Hollywood title and I really do...”
Tyler 2: ”So stop beating around the bush... And do tell us”
Tyler: ”Scotty Adams!”
Tyler 2: ”... Oh, I’m sorry, I thought there was more, Scotty Ad... Who?”
Tyler: ”He won the second key in the Key 2 Success match at KKND? Also beat Russell Wayne for a second time, last week on Mayhem? A very talented individual and clearly one of the best in IIW”
Tyler 2: ”Tsk... Is he though...?
Tyler: ”What do you mean? Of course he is.”
Tyler 2: ”So tell me what kind of success he’s really had here, then? Let’s forget what he’s done “on paper”, let’s really look at what he’s done...”
***Tyler begins to get that look in his eye, when someone asks him to relive the moment he first met the almighty Drake Macon or Nightstalker in person back in 2010 and kicks his leg around ready to analyse the situation, accidentally catching what appears to be a pop-out draw in the side of the chair. He jumps down and pulls out the draw revealing something really odd... Raising his eyebrow and using his one free hand, Tyler places what appears to be miniature weighing scales along with the two vials of ashen powder onto the chair and just stands there in thought, his features becoming more serious*** Tyler ”His first opponent in the newly revived IIW, was Alexander Drake... So before you say I told you so, you’re probably right. Drake was a ripped up bean bag with about as much going on under the hood as a burnt out Chevy Impala, Pee-Wee Herman would have taken him out... I mean your first match and you’re being given guys that make Adam the Monster look like Jonny C and Jake E Dangerously! At least I’ve waited for my third match here before I ask for the “big brutes, no brains” types!”
Tyler 2: ”Oh, but then came his match at Key 2 Success, the big six in a bed ladder match! Surely he proved himself there, according to you... Didn’t he, Tyler...?”
Tyler: ”But as you’d like to say... Did he? Did he really? I mean who in that match really gave him much of a challenge other than Russell Wayne, winner of the first and real key?! Stoner? I mean, okay he was... Creative if nothing else and erm, it was nothing else... Hale Cassidy? Absolutely not! This guy didn’t know his ass from anybody else’s if we’re being honest and you know Tyler Debonair is as honest as the day is long as it serves no purpose telling anybody false truths! That kid practically didn’t show up and probably would have been better off, not doing so!”
Tyler 2: ”What about Jesse James of The James Gang?”
Tyler: ”Granted The James Gang, can do some damage and they’re not exactly rag dolls in the middle of the ring either, mercenaries for hire if anything and Jesse James is certainly good at his trade; but his focus for most of that match was primarily on Russell Wayne until the end, this gave Scotty boy all the space he needed to capitalise and I mean... If we’re really going to analyse that match at KKND, would you really disagree with me that it was nothing short of a fustercluck?”
Tyler 2: ”No, I would not...”
Tyler: ”Especially with the revelation of Jay Vaughn and Zack Steele under those masks helping out Russell Wayne...”
Tyler 2: ”And... What of Russell Wayne? He won the very first key, arguably with the help of Jay and Zack... But the very next Mayhem he went toe to toe with Scotty to see who for first dibs on their key use and well, Scotty won that one, fair and square.”
Tyler: ”You’re right, he did... But if my claim to fame was beating a man who’s so low on confidence, so weak willed he needed the help of two others, to grab a key from up a ladder... I definitely wouldn’t be hyping myself up, that’s for damn sure!”
***Tyler pours the powder from the vials onto the scales slowly, watching as they balance out before turning back toward the red dot that’s off to the distance... He purses his lips as he goes on*** Tyler: ”Now Scotty what you’ve got to understand is, that I’m like none of these men you’ve stepped into the ring against, since the reboot, of IIW... I’m not a meathead like Drake, I’m not like any of those you faced in the Key 2 Success match! Quite frankly I’d say we can probably both agree that neither you nor myself have had a real challenge just yet in 2021... That’s meaning no disrespect to Cee-Cee of course because he was a very tough opponent, but battles like you and I are a dime a dozen... You know what I’m talking about.
So far we’re on the same page, you and I... You’ve managed to take down one more than I have, but knowing you, you’ll say it’s like six more because the Key 2 Success match had five others in it or you’ll bring up the prior incarnation of the organisation, yadda yadda! But the fact remains we’re both unbeaten currently going into our match and for one of us, that has to end at Mayhem! Of course neither of us intend for it to be them, but you can never predict the outcome of what we’re about to walk into...”
***Tyler leans down next to the dentist chair to get a side on view of the ash on the scales. He closes one eye, squints then stands up and dusts himself down*** Tyler: ”I’m fully aware this is a juxtaposition for you, Scotty... Firstly I take you on, one on one, in what is just a run of the mill match up I guess to see who’s on their toes, I dunno but I can tell you I jumped at it the minute I saw the card published! And then later in the night I set foot in a match with people just as green as I am here, for the IIW Hollywood Title! You couldn’t ask for a bigger polarisation, oh... That’s where two things are complete opposite ends of the spectrum by the way...
As I’ve stated Scotty, it isn’t news to me that you have some kind of origins story here in IIW and by that I simply mean you’ve got a history with several of the guys, girls and maybe even belts here, I don’t care either way whether you’ve been anywhere before your first stint here, I don’t care whether you’ve had anywhere since... To me, you’re just another obstacle in my way and quite frankly beating people who’re just as undeserving as you to have a shot at Jake E Dangerously and the IIW World Title, is an affront to my very nature!
You see, I grew up in this industry as a second generation athlete and was always taught that you only get what you deserve. You can’t just walk in anywhere and take what you want... I don’t expect to and despite your match against Russel Wayne last week, given the calibre of opposition at KKND, I don’t feel you’ve earned it either! That’s not your fault of course, you can only beat what’s in front of you...”
***Tyler picks up some of the ash between his fingers letting it trickle back into the weighing scales and making sure none falls anywhere but onto the plates. He looks around the huge stricture and holds his one arm out, continuing to address Scotty Adams*** Tyler: ”Do you have absolutely any idea where I am right now, Scotty?? Any clue at all? No, I’m not trying to test you, hoss. The truth is, I’ve not absolutely none myself! But that’s been the bane of my life for as long as I can remember, wherever I’ve ended up I’ve never known where I am! Never known where I belong, where I fit in... But here, in IIW I believe I have found that place, I’ve finally found somewhere I can put down my roots and that all starts on the nineteenth of April when not only will I show you, you’re just as likely my “Key 2 Success” but I’ll also lay my claim to becoming the IIW Hollywood Champion!
It’s funny, Scotty... Because I never knew the you before now, the you who was around prior to the reinvention of IIW, but I’ve heard you speak. I’ve heard you mention how you used to be this, how you were once that... You’ve spoken about not being the same man you once were and Scotty you quite literally fit into that same bound folder that everybody I resonate with fits into. You’ve spoken before of purity and cleansing, two of the exact practices that I’ve been trying to instil on the IIW since I walked through the doors here... The thing is, I don’t think your words come from the same place that mine do!
I’ve seen you calling people out for their false words and claiming to be the truth and yet, I sit here and perceive you, the same way you saw them... Now, I don’t know how you look at me, whether you see me as some kind of equal, or whether you see me the same way you see them and as I see you, but however it is, one thing is for sure; the truth will out and it shall set you free in less than nine days time!”
***Tyler picks up one handful of the ash and begins to sprinkle it over himself as he closes his eyes. He blows the other handful around him as in a protective circle, before placing the scales back into the side draw before closing it and sitting back down*** Tyler: ”I’m not sure what it is, with Osh Vaugh, booking me against a man firstly who’s sole purpose it was, it seemed, to destroy me because I wasn’t following his regularly scheduled broadcasting of what a wrestler should be like but that failed miserably... Then booking me against a kid who, like me, is having “daddy issues” I guess you could say perhaps because he thought it would make for blinding figures which in fairness it was, but another one that backfired!
And now... Now he has me up against Scotty Adams... The Epitome of Excellence, The Pinnacle of Purity, The Silver Bullet... A man who is little more than Tyler Debonair on a budget. Epitome of excellence? I mean arguably in the context I’ve set myself up for that one considering you’ve yet to lose, but then again... Neither have I, so we’ll see if you’re still entitled to that monicker the morning after Mayhem, Adams...
The Pinnacle of Purity? Really? I mean don’t you just want to change your name to the Virgin Mary and be done with it? You can go around preaching about the immaculate conception or whatever... Except for one thing, hoss, it WAS - NOT - REAL! Just like your record, your talent... Just like your chances of taking the IIW World Title from Jake... I’ve spent years studying the Tibetan book of the dead, I’ve spent years learning about my chakras, I’m now working towards the seven stages of Alchemy and you really think you’re the Pinnacle of Purity, Scotty? Ok...
Finally, The Silver Bullet. I mean I’m not even sure where we go from here, are we talking mythological as in, you think I’m a Werewolf or just generally, you’re the problem solver? Lone Ranger justice style? Because quite frankly if it is the latter, it’s probably the one thing I can most definitely get on board with when it comes to you and your demeanour, Scotty boy! Except for when it comes to you and I, in the ring... You see I’m definitely not your problem Scotty, having a problem implies there’s a solution, a way to fix the jam you have found yourself to be in. This however isn’t one of those occasions I’m afraid, you’ve been placed in what is often considered a “Catch-22”.
A Catch-22, Scotty is when you find yourself in a predicament to which for the person in it, in this case yourself, no positive outcome presents itself. There is no escape, due to dependent conditions, again in this case that condition is that you’re in the ring with Tyler Debonair... You have found yourself in quite a quandary, Scotty, quite a bind and your biggest challenge to date. Bigger than Alexander Drake, bigger than Jesse James, Blade Alexander or Russell Wayne... So tell me Scotty, what are you going to do?!”
***Tyler closes his eyes and starts to lay back on the Dentist’s chair again, as the scene begins to fade - to - ... RATTLE, CLANK, JANGLE!! A noise behind the red dot in the far corner... A DOOR?!, there is A DOOR?! Suddenly two men’s voices can be heard from outside in thick American accents*** Frankie: ”Hey Tony dat’s de wrong warehouse! Okay?”
Tony: ”Are yuh sure, Frankie, or what? Pete said dock one! Okay?”
Tyler: ”NO, HE’S NOT SURE, TONY! COME BACK GUYS! SOMEONE’S IN HERE!”
***The voices begin to get distant as Frankie and Tony move away from the warehouse. Tyler jumps up from the chair again, kicking the TAP’D NY water bottle across the floor where it hits something. Tyler stops in his tracks short of ripping his wrist again and looks down, he leans as close in as he can and next to the water bottle is a black fanny-pack diabetics generally carry their insulin in*** Tyler: ”Are you kidding me?! You’re seeing this right?”
Tyler 2: ”Silly question, really... And you don’t have diabetes. Open it.”
***Tyler reaches as far as he can and drags the fanny-pack toward him. He grabs it up onto the chair and begins to unzip it, tipping out the contents. A folded piece of paper, his cellphone and a small handcuff key fall onto the chair. He unfolds the note and reads it out “YOU’LL PROBABLY NEED THIS! Þ”*** Tyler: ”REALLY?! ALL THIS TIME?! It’s been here all this time?! How did I not see this?!”
***Fumbling with the tiny handcuff key, Tyler shakes his wrist loose and vigorously rubs it with his other hand, before switching on his cellphone. He jumps up and begins walking toward the blinking red dot, that turns out to be an old school video camera. He hits a button on the top and a tape pops out from the side. As it does the cellphone springs to life*** Tyler 2: ”Better get that to IIW and quick...”
***Suddenly everything else happens in sequence and pretty fast. Noises begin rushing into the warehouse from outside, that Tyler hadn’t been hearing before. Cars honking, people shouting at one another in distinct heavy American drawl, shouts of “TAXI!” and “GET YOUR CAWFEE AND HAWT-DAWGS HERE!”, he remembers Frankie and Tony’s voices. His head snaps toward the bottle of TAP’D NY laying motionless on the floor, then looks at his phone which is already set up on Google Maps “My Location”*** Tyler: ”... I’m in New York City?!?”
***Now, we fade - to - black!!***
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Post by totaldestroyer on Apr 11, 2021 6:42:27 GMT
<total destroyer is sitting in a locker room somewhere in the arena under armed guard that's supposed to protect the world from him as he watches the totally useless ramblings of the sick and the diseased degenerates that's in this match he begins speaking in a loud whisper shaking his head >
You know I've lived in Hollywood and not even that pit of sin and filth Would span such abortions calling them selves human beings as this place does...... I mean I shouldn't be surprised as shit does attract all sports pf insects and diseased filth .. and do es anyone give a rats ass of a tinkers damn in a flying fuck about your pitiful mewling's you call a life story? I'll answer that for you :
FUCK NO! WE DONT!
We Dont want to hear if your daddy touched you in places at night .... We dont care if your mom didn't pay attention to you because she was on her knees doing a imitation of a hoover in some back alley of a street corner ...
What do we care about ? Putting your asses in body bags......Listening to your bones break your blood flood the ring ..... Your cunts at ring side sobbing as the time of your deaths are pronounced as the bloodthirsty bastards at ringside scream for more and more
So quit being whiny little girls and reach down in your frilly panties and see if any of you still have a pair because from what I'm seeing this will be a massacre of horrific carnage that will be banned from broadcast and never spoken of by name again........
Their will be horrific mass murder in that ring and there a statement will be made and a hand raised in victory.... and it shall be mine !
<a bell rings and an announcement is made and the security force with guns drawn begin leading him to the ring >
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2021 12:00:17 GMT
The camera flickers on as we return to Ryan Hawkins who still sits on the Hollywood sign.
Ryan: Just as I predicted more dreamers have arrived. Kasey Miles being the first one arrived on the scene. Pleading his case to you fans on why he is such an amazing talent that we never seen.
Ryan chuckles to himself
Ryan: Hate to break it to you Kasey but you’re not special at all I mean I can five others guys just like you that walk around IIW thinking they’re the elite talent around here with their just another generic rip off.
Kasey I did some digging and it turns out you were an excellent offensive lineman and seemed to be on a successful path to the pros but for some reason you choose to not play your senior year instead choose pro wrestling. I find that funny to me your bio claims you wanted to be a wrestler since nine but only played football for majority of your life and no wrestling training to recently.
Doesn't sound like a guy that was motivated at all it seems to me you are a runner I do not even have to kill your dreams you will do that on your own. You seem unable to finish anything you start and just like in this Hollywood Championship invitational you will fizzle out and be forgotten.
Ryan lights up a smirk
Ryan: Now to the Destroyer a man, a myth, a beast or just another Adam The Monster walking around here likes he is some sort of superhuman. I will take pleasure in breaking your reality and shattering your dreams as I show you are nothing special at all. Claiming to be something that we all can clearly see you are not a disease Destroyer.
Ryan points to his head
Ryan: So, it seems I will have to be the one to cleanse you and break you from your mental chains that your mind has put on you. Making you believe and chase the dream that you are some sort of superhuman being that can be stopped, but I know the truth destroyed. You are nothing a nobody and I will show you that on Mayhem.
Ryan face tenses up and looks focus as he looks into the camera.
Ryan: Tyler Debonair such an intriguing one. I have been watching you for some time Tyler and I am impressed with you in ring ability your clearly gifted and that second-generation blood is showing no doubt you got that from your father Fred and maybe even your uncle Casie taught you some things.
They were setting you up for great success. Things were starting to look good but then the parents split and mom decided she didn't want to deal with your father or maybe it was you either way she left you guys high and dry and that affected you didn't it Tyler....
I mean you only had an emotional breakdown where you had to surrender to your emotions by checking yourself into the Resnick Neuropsychiatric Hospital after five years you managed to convince yourself that you've changed or should I say reborn... Your mind has put the chains on together Tyler do not you see that your mind has tricked you into to thinking you are a new man without sin. Make no mistake your still Fred’s son you'll always be his in his shadow no matter how different you think you are or how much energy you spend trying to make this new identity your own you'll always be an afterthought and come Monday Night Mayhem Tyler I'm going to shatter your dreams and open up your mind to reality.
Now to the rest of you out there that might thinking about pursuing your dreams and trying to make a name for yourself I suggest to not do it because when you step in that ring with me I'm not only trying to win the Hollywood Championship, I'm also trying to break you down physically and emotionally I will make sure I leave you shattered and reminded why dreams are nothing more the illusions from your mind why the only thing that matters is destiny and all you are bond to it. There is no escaping the path you have been put on the only thing you can do is either struggle with it to the point you crack under pressure or you just accept fate and watch me shattered your dreams and walk out the Hollywood Champion.
Ryan pulls out a share of class and crumbles it into his hand until it is nothing but shattered glass dust. As the blood drips from his hand, he takes his fingertip and daps some of the glass shards unto his tongue.
Ryan: I taste blood, I taste fear, I taste gold and most importantly I taste control. (Ryan Smirks at the camera) Bodies are going to drop and dreams are going to shatter!
The camera fades out as the scene goes dark.
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Post by Bam Miller on Apr 12, 2021 18:51:42 GMT
We open the scene to Bam Miller sitting in his motel room drinking a miller lite beer as he watches all the other stars who have entered the Hollywood open challenge on his phone. He wears a Black t-shirt that says going Miller-Wood with some blue jeans pants and biker boots on. He studies each video before looking up at the camera.
(Bam) Well, last week sure was fun got another win against top competitors that many didn't think I stood a chance against, and I get it; my name isn't that big, but it's started to make some noise, and that's always a good sign. A few weeks ago, I was just some guy from Detroit, Michigan that was wrestling out-of-house shows that didn't even fill up a thousand people.
People used to confuse me as a fan when I first got here; you know how many hot shots in the back used to think I wanted their autograph when I would approach them when all I wanted to do was show respect and maybe ask for a match. Still, nope all I got was disrespect from everyone except for the people that make this show run.
Yeah, I'm talking about the staff around here, the people that get up early and get this place clean up like Charlie or even Sergio, who does his best to protect this place, but a lot of the guys in the back don't respect them. They don't respect me, so I vibe with the unrespected because we're always looked down on and having to work twice as hard as the people that society approves, but as you can see, my name is starting to get notice Owens on wrestling said I turn my match into a showcase for myself and outclassed my opponents Demios and Tolly. His words, not mines.
This brings me to the Hollywood Championship, a new prize to be won, an object to keep most of the roster busy, but its worth will be based on the man that wins it. With so many men that have entered the match, I'm a little worried about what would become of it if someone like Ryan Hawkins, a man that focuses on destroying others dreams for his pleasure, or the two pretty boys that think their any different from any other pretty boys on the street yeah I'm talking about you Mikey or Mickey mouse oh that's right it is just Mickey no mouse. You too, Kasey Miles, you've barely been seen around here, and you're already walking around here like your made men; my God, I'm glad I wasn't like that when I first came in. You know what they say about a dog that has to bark a lot; he doesn't have much bite, and I don't think much of him.
Now on to the two monsters in this match, Adam The Monster and Total Destroyer lets be honest here you two behemoths are straight out of a sci-fi movie, or Marvel Universe depending on how you want to look at it. All I'm saying is you two are made for Hollywood, but only the movie part. I couldn't imagine either one of you as Champion and not because you're not good enough but because I don't think gold would interest you that much you two would get bored because you can't smash stuff or eat stuff in Adams case, but anyhow, yeah you guys are not winning moving on.
I got to say, Tyler, you've been through a lot, and I can almost relate to your pain. Unfortunately, you seem to have taken a twisted path, but you still try to do some good so that I can respect that and I'm also impressed with your in ring ability, and if I'm perfectly honest with you, I've wanted to square off with you for some time now. The thoughts of a fight with you were always intriguing me, seeing how kind of spectacle we could put on, but I guess this open challenge will have to do. I understand you like to help people with lost souls, but I can't help to think you the one that needs saving. You believe you cured yourself, but I honestly think you've fractured your mind and are trapped inside wanting to be free, and ill be the one to do it with a Miller Time. I'll set you free Tyler.
The Hollywood Championship will be my opportunity to prove why I am a top star in this company. I've been showing it since I've been here, and I'm going to make sure my star shines even brighter so that way the haters and critics won't be able to ignore me anymore. The Miller era is coming and starts on Mayhem as I go through hell and back to when the Hollywood Championship. You boys better get ready and really fast because it's Miller Time!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2021 20:08:18 GMT
Like Toy Soldiers [Invitationals are common in the sports world, and wrestling is no exception to that. It is a means for people to work their way into the foreground, and make a name for themselves within the sport. As long as they find themselves on the "invited list" to even participate in said invitational in the first place. This upcoming week, however, is the lesser seen "Open Invitational". That is, everyone is invited to partake in the festivities. An invitation that Kasey is more than happy to grab with both hands. As have many other names.] [Tyler Debonair, Ryan Hawkins, Mickey Kinkade, Bam Miller, Adam the Monster and The Ultimate Destroyer have all staked their claims for the Hollywood Title that is up for grabs. Who can blame them, either? You'd be a fool not to take such an opportunity when it comes knocking, and Kasey is no fool. He knows that he will have to ensure he stands out from the pack. Prove that he is a cut above the rest if he wishes to walk out with the title. Win the Invitational and take his first steps toward cementing his legacy in the IIW.] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [FADE IN] Kasey.
[Looking over at the man, Kasey steps back slightly. Casting a glance at the picture; gently nodding to himself. Content with its positioning.]
Yeah? [He asks, curiously.]
Could you come help me unpack? [The man replies.]
[Kasey nods, walking over to him with a gentle smile.]
Alright. [He flatly states, observing the limited amount of clothing the man brought.] You packed light, Marcus.
[He laughs.] I'm not Kaitlyn, you know? I only packed what I needed.
I mean, touché. [He states, laughing at the jab regarding Kaitlyn's travel itinerary.] I'll never understand her obsession with clothing; making sure she packs everything.
Uhhh...
[As soon as Marcus remarks that, the door swings out; a slightly irritated Kaitlyn, attired in a neon pink halter top, black leggings and white Converse sneakers enters the room. Shooting Kasey one of her death stares as she does.]
Why didn't you warn me? [Kasey whispers to Marcus, as Kaitlyn burns a hole through him.]
What was that, Kasey? [She cheekily asks.]
[Marcus gives Kasey a look that expresses "you done fucked up", but Kasey simply returns Kaitlyn's stare, although in a softer fashion.]
No...Nothing. [He remarks defensively.]
Just 'fess up, Kasey. I know that look.
Don't be a snitch, Marcus.
[Marcus softly laughs, as Kasey smirks at him. Kaitlyn, however, gently places her hand on his chest, stepping directly in front of him.]
What . Were . You . Saying? [She inquires, pursing her lips with each word.] I heard you.
[Kasey steps back, beginning to feel nervous. Although it's good fun, he knows how intimidating she can be when people talk about her behind her back. Especially when the subject is about her sense of fashion. Though she eases the tension by softly smiling at him and laughing.]
You're lucky that I love you, Kasey. [She softly states.] Though it is cute how you look when you're worried.
[He raises his right eyebrow.] Worried?
[She nods.] Yeah. You should have seen your face.
[She then looks over to Marcus, who has stepped back during this. Not wanting to get involved.]
You saw it, didn't you, Marcus?
Yeah. You looked like you'd seen a ghost, Kasey. [He affirms.]
I didn't. [He whiningly remarks, before remembering what they had been doing prior to Kaitlyn returning.] Aren't you supposed to be unpacking, Marcus?
[Marcus looks over at his half-zipped suitcase, laughing. He had completely forgotten about the reason why he had called Kasey over in the first place. He bends over, unzipping it and pulling out his chocolate brown picture frame. Inside of it, is a picture of him and Kaitlyn, when he was around eleven years old and she was seven.]
Remember this? [He asks, holding out the picture for Kaitlyn.]
Wasn't that at Aunt Michelle's?
Yeah. It was Sarah's tenth birthday.
[She softly nods.] That's when you...
[Marcus places his right hand over her mouth, as Kasey gives them a look of curiosity. Interested in the story Kaitlyn wants to tell, but bends over to pick up one of Marcus's t-shirts when he shoots him a death stare. A slight expression of guilt creeping across his face.]
Okay. I won't tell. [Kaitlyn states, muffled.]
[Marcus gently whispers.] Good.
[Kaitlyn then picks up one of Marcus's favorite caps. A rust orange one, that has the "Reebok" logo in white stitching in the middle. Extending her hand out to give it to him, as he shoots her a smile. Only for her to pull the cap away just as he attempts to grab it, causing him to scowl at her as she giggles, teasingly sticking her tongue out at him. Turning his head around to watch them, he simply shakes it. Softly laughing as he is all too familiar with this side of Kaitlyn. She then stands on her toes, placing the cap on Marcus's head, shooting him a soft smile as she does.]
Thank you. [He remarks, exacerbated before turning to face Kasey.] Remind me to not put sugar in her coffee tomorrow.
[Kasey wryly smiles, making a mental note of that as Kaitlyn pouts before looking across to Kasey. Giving him a gentle look, that indicates she has remembered something.]
What?
What?
[Kasey sighs] I know that look. What do you want to tell me? [He pauses.] Spill it.
[She continues to play innocent, cheekily smiling at him, but then sighs.]
Oh. A few of your opponents for the Hollywood Title match have decided to speak about you.
[Kasey sarcastically raises his left eyebrow.] Really? What did they say?
The usual trash talk. Stuff about how you're not as good as you think. You're inexperienced. [She sighs.] The same sort of stuff people would say in the gym.
So, as expected? [He remarks.]
Pretty much, yeah.
[Marcus is simply standing there during all this. Trying to catch up with what they're discussing, but still confused, even as Kasey shoots him a warm and friendly look.]
I guess I'll give them what they want.
Later. [Kaitlyn interjects, looking around the room.]
Yeah. [He states, realizing what Kaitlyn is referring to.] After we finish helping your brother unpack.
[Marcus calmly smiles, as he walks back over to his suitcase. The scene fades as all three continue to help Marcus unpack his stuff in the hotel room and settle into his new, temporary, digs.]
[FADE OUT]
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[The following morning, Kasey, attired in a jet black "Nike" singlet, black/gold basketball shorts and charcoal/snow white "Nike" sneakers, sits on the top row of bleachers at the Manchester YMCA. Looking downward at the basketball court below. A solemn look upon his face. Softly laughing, he returns his focus upward as he thinks about the words that have been said in the build up to the Hollywood Title match at Mayhem. Including his own words from when he threw his name into the hat last week. He then smiles to himself.]
I've heard what you all have said. I've heard the cases you have made as to why you should be seen as a threat. [He pauses.] Why you believe it will be you who will be walking out with that championship come Mayhem. Why the Hollywood title will be around your waist when it's all said and done.
[He flashes a gentle smile, as he slides forward on the bench.]
I've heard what you've each had to say about me. About how you assume I'm being arrogant. Cocky, even. [He hums thoughtfully.] And you're right. I have been cocky, but it's for a good reason. You have to be cocky if you want even a modicum of success in any sport. Ig you don't believe you are the best. If you don't believe you're going to be successful, then how are you going to convince anyone? Why are you even stepping into the ring in the first place?
[He stands up, walking across the row of bleachers, making his way toward the stairs.]
Though, I'm more than happy to directly respond to each of those who have seen fit to open their mouths. Starting with Ryan Hawkins. Ryan, I actually know of you. I've seen you around the Atlanta area, although our paths haven't crossed until now. I've heard the stories of your prowess, both in terms of wrestling and the business scene. You'd be surprised how fast news of your successes have traveled around Atlanta, but we're not here to talk about that. We're here to talk about your comments about me.
You're right, I could have easily done the NFL route. I was a projected second round pick, if that's what I wanted. You're also right that I elected to forego my senior year in college in order to pursue wrestling. Where you're wrong however, is in assuming that I can't finish what I started, or that I have had limited training. Neither of which is the case. See, I started training with Kaitlyn's dad and renowned wrestling icon, Darren Finlay my sophomore year in high school. Eight hours per day each weekend, three hours a day after school during the week. Rigorous training at that too, in conjunction with my football training. Trust me, I am more than capable of stepping in that ring and hanging with you and your ilk.
As for finishing what I started? You'll see in this very Invitational, that I am more than capable of doing that too. I might even eliminate you from the bout too, if push comes to shove and you leave yourself vulnerable. Yes, I left college early but think about it. I would have been an idiot to turn down the chance to become a professional wrestler. To get the chance to make my name in an industry that I love. A sport that I have put my body through torture in order to partake in. You'd probably do the same thing if you had the choice too Ryan, so I'd strongly advise against being a hypocrite.
Now, as for you killing my dream? Please, try. I implore you to. It'll make it all the funnier when you fall flat, egg on your face at the realization that you weren't able to get the job done. When you understand that what I'm saying isn't a dream...It's reality and you can't kill reality. I'm sorry if that bursts your little bubble, or makes you cry, Ryan. You'll be just like the rest of them when the truth hits them between those ropes.
[He makes his way down the stairs, calmly looking around at his vacant surroundings. Softly smiling.]
Tyler Debonair. A second generation wrestler who has devoted himself to the art of alchemy. A man who compared me and my confidence. My self-belief to that of his own father. I'll take that as a compliment, Tyler, so thank you. However, that doesn't excuse you from the fact you falsely believe that you will be walking out of Mayhem with the Hollywood Title. I do applaud your confidence though, you understand that the way to make others believe you, is to believe yourself first and foremost. Even if that confidence is misguided in this case.
I also must applaud the fact that you are looking to break free from your fathers ominous shadow and stand on your own. Understand though, that won't save you from falling to me. I'm not going to take it easy on you, just because I respect your traits. Nah, that's not how I roll. I'm sure it's not how you roll either, Tyler. It wouldn't prove anything if either one of us took it easy on the other in that ring, nor would it do either of us any favors.
For any respect I might have for you, goes out the window when that bell rings and you become my opponent. You become somebody who is standing between me and that Hollywood Title. That opportunity to mark my name in the history books on my first night here, and for that, you will fall. Just like the rest of them.
[Reaching the third row, he crouches down. Smirking as he surveys the court, seeing two kids in their mid teens walk through the double doors.]
Bam Miller, the most recent of the trio of people who have spoken about me, and the one who is the best served by listening to what I said earlier. You seem to believe that I'm simply all bark and no bite, like a puppy dog. Sadly for you, that isn't the case at all. You'll get to experience my bite first hand, when we step into that ring at Mayhem. I'll be more than happy to show you that even though you might disagree with how I carry myself. You may believe that you need a certain air of humility about yourself, that when I step into that ring. When the spotlight is on me and the time comes to put up or shut up, I more than put up.
I've seen your previous matches, Bam. As impressive as they might seem, they mean nothing at Mayhem. They may as well have been training bouts, because all I'm focused on. All that is relevant to me, is that Hollywood Title and the people who stand in my path. If you're not first, you're last in this sort of match and I don't plan on being last. Whereas you'll simply be there like the others, to contend for second place. Claiming to be hungry. Claiming to be driven for success, but never attaining it. Just like everybody else, you will fall at Mayhem.
[Rising, he makes his way to the bottom of the bleachers. The sound of the boys bouncing the basketball echoing around him.]
As for Adam, Ultimate Destroyer and Mickey. You three have been smart enough to leave my name out of your mouth. Shows you realize that standing toe to toe with me on any level, is impossible for you. I can respect a person who understands when they are beaten. Doesn't mean that I will save you at Mayhem. Just as I told Tyler, any respect I might have goes out the window the moment we step into that ring and you stand on the opposing side to me. When you are standing between me and what I want.
I will personally ensure that none of you are the ones who are able to say they made me eat my words. That they were able to give me an "ego check", because that's not happening. At Mayhem, I'm walking into the match as THE man to beat and I'm walking out with that title on my shoulder. There's NOTHING any one of you can do about it. You all will fall at Mayhem. When I am the last man standing.
[Kasey makes his way out of the gym, flashing an arrogant smile as he does, before looking around. Seeing if Kaitlyn's jet black 2017 BMW 3 series has arrived yet, from taking her brother out for breakfast. He smiles, as he notices it out of the corner of his right eye. Kaitlyn, attired in a midnight black t-shirt, denim jeans and black "Converse" shoes, opening the driver's side door.]
Hey babe.
[Hearing him calling out, she smiles.] How'd it go?
[She makes her way over to him, as he laughs gently.]
Good. I said all I needed to say to them. Figured if they want to put my name in their mouth, I'd tell them why that's not a good choice.
[Kaitlyn softly kisses him, as she laughs.]
Are you sure? They are more accomplished here than you are.
[He sternly looks at her.] You know that ain't mean a thing when we step into the ring.
[She smiles.] I know. I'm just playing.
[The two then turn around and head back toward the car, as the scene fades. Kasey's message having been emphatically sent to each of his opponents at Mayhem. He isn't planning on settling for anything else but the Hollywood title being placed on his shoulder. It's up to them to stop that from occurring.]
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[About four hours later, Kasey sits across a round oak coffee table, looking deep into Kaitlyn's eyes. Attempting to gauge what might be on her mind, since it was her suggestion that they come to this restaurant. Both of them attired in the same clothing as they were earlier in the morning. For her part, Kaitlyn is staring a hole through Kasey's eyes, trying to conjure up just how to express what she desires. Though she gently smiles as she notices his focus waver from her eyes to lower down her body. Namely her breasts.]
Later. [She softly whispers.]
[He laughs, returning his focus to her eyes, shooting her a slightly disappointed look. She then wriggles back against the steel chair, straightening her back. It's her turn to measure him up now, though she makes sure to do it as subtly as possible, so as not to bring his, or anybody else's, attention to her. Her thoughts still primarily oriented around the topic she is attempting to broach, yet not knowing how best to approach it.[
You okay? [Kasey softly asks, attempting to break the silence.]
[She slightly nods, though Kasey is unconvinced by it.]
You sure?
Yeah... [She states, before inhaling deeply.] I...I just want to ask you something though.
[He gives her a gentle smile.] Go ahead.
[She fidgets with her hands, before softly exhaling.] Promise you won't tell my mom or Marcus about this though.
[He looks at her, slightly worried but gently nods. Agreeing to that condition.]
Pinky promise?
Pinky promise.
[He intertwined his pinky with hers, before releasing as he sits back.]
I was going to wait until after Mayhem, but I think it's best I ask it now... [Her voice drifting off, she notices a waitress walking toward them.]
[Kasey, also noticing the waitress, waves them off slightly.] We'll order soon.
[Accepting this and reading the expression on their faces, the waitress turns and begins to head to the table next to them.]
What is it? [He asks.]
Okay... [She stares at him, pulling out a silver necklace from her pocket.] I bought this for mom's birthday next Tuesday.
[He smiles, surprised that Kaitlyn was nervous about telling him this.] That's awesome. I'm sure she'll love it.
[She smiles.] I know she will. She has wanted this necklace for around three years.
So, why are you nervous?
[Kaitlyn then softly exhales.]
That's not the only thing I wanted to talk about.
[It's Kasey's turn to be nervous now, as Kaitlyn reaches into her pocket. Pulling out another necklace. This one a shimmering gold as she places it atop the table.]
I bought this for you. [She states, smiling lovingly.]
[Kasey beams upon the sight of it, gently picking it up.]
I love it babe. [He states as he puts it around his neck.]
[She kisses him softly on the lips.] Happy anniversary
[He looks at her, slightly confused, before realizing. It's been five years since they became a pair officially. He had even written it down in his notepad, so that he didn't forget it.]
Happy anniversary. I love you. [He remarks, before smiling.] Your present is back in the hotel room.
Is it the bracelet?
[He softly laughs. He probably should have known that she would have discovered it before he got the chance to give it to her. She can be very sneaky at times. Especially when she senses something is being hidden from her.]
You found it?
Maybe... [She remarks.]
You did, didn't you?
[She nods] Yeah.
[He smiles, softly kissing her left cheek] Yes, it's yours.
[She laughs, glancing deeply into his eyes before pulling away slightly. This time, to motion over to the waitress and let her know they're now ready to order.]
You want the usual?
[Kasey smiles as the waitress reaches their table Yeah.
We'll have two Greek salads with steamed lobster. [She remarks to the waitress.]
Any drinks?
Water for me.
I'll take a Pepsi.
[They both smile at the waitress, as she jots down their order.]
Okay. It'll be ready in about half an hour.
Alright [They state in unison, as the waitress turns around and heads off to hand the cooks their order.]
So, how confident are you feeling about the Open Invitational? [Kaitlyn pointedly asks, gauging the soft expression and "really?" look she gets in response.]
You already know this. [He remarks.] You know there isn't a single person who can measure up to me in that ring. Just like it was with your father.
I wouldn't say nobody… [She states, holding herself back from expressing her thought.] But I love the confidence.
Of course. It's as Darren would say. If you're not striving to be the best, why are you even in the ring? Why are you even in the sport?
[Kaitlyn nods. It's a philosophy she knows all too well. One that was instilled into her by her father, ever since she was young and applied to any competition. Even if it was a video game or merely tryouts. He wanted her to be as competitive as she could be; treat them as if they were proper competitions. Just as he did with Kasey.]
He's right. [She then leans in, whispering] I know you'll win it, too.
[He whispers in response] I know, babe. [He smiles slyly.] Come Mayhem, everybody else in the match will know it too.
[Kaitlyn then smiles, as she places her hand gently atop his.]
They'll learn soon enough that my father doesn't train losers. He doesn't just train people to make up numbers and wait their "turn". He trains people who take their opportunities. Which is what you'll be doing at Mayhem.
Yeah. They already know I'm not settling for anything but the W. I ain't here to be their stepping stone. To be that man people praise for a valiant effort. I'm here for one purpose; one purpose only. To win and ensure they realize that when I say I am the man, I mean it.
[Kaitlyn smiles, as she pulls Kasey in for a passionate kiss as the scene fades. Soon, IIW will understand what true excellence is. What it means to truly be the best. To be the name that people think of, when they write the history books. Kasey intends on showing them just that, as well as having some "fun" with Kaitlyn when they return to their hotel room. Under the sheets.]
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Post by Adam The Monster on Apr 14, 2021 8:03:45 GMT
Shaun Hart is shown backstage with Adam The Monster trying to psych him up for the upcoming Hollywood Invitational
Shaun Hart – Come on Adam! You need to get your head on this match, ever since Eve The Monstress has come back into your life you have changed, you’re not a killer anymore you seem to not have that destructive instinct! I don’t even know the last time you walked through a wall! Throw me a bone Adam, show me what the issue is and I, HOLLYWOOOOODDDDD Shaun Hart can make a difference, I am here as you know to make sure my client has everything he needs to succeed!
Adam The Monster – HORNY
Shaun stares unbelievably at Adam The Monster
Shaun Hart – But surely, now you’ve got Eve The Monstress those needs must’ve been addressed?
Adam The Monster – She Play Hard To Eat! She give me massive monster blue balls, Look at her the way she flaunts herself about, we know what game she’s playing, she wants Adam The Monster to chase after her and give her attention but then when Adam brings her a nice bouqet of red humans SHE NOT HAPPY! SHE WANT THE GOLDEN HUMANS, I TELL HER NO, The Golden ones are now saying that they are not politically corrected to be eaten! The World’s gone mad!
Shaun Hart- That really is quite a predicament… how about this…
Shaun opens his bag and pulls out a copy of PlayMonster, he hands it to Adam, Adam looks at Shaun and gives out a mighty roar
Shaun – Perfect, now we’re getting back to the old Adam!
Adam nods his head and he flips through the book
Shaun Hart – Come on Adam, pay attention, we’ve got the Hollywood Title invitational this week, Osh has been nice enough to let me commission this title but said there must be competition for it, but who in their right mind will be able to send out a 10ft monster? That’s why I picked a battle royal Adam, it’s all playing to your advantage!
Adam The Monster – The belt is chocolate covered in gold?
Shaun Hart- No, it’s a solid gold belt! I’d say feel the weight of it but you’re super strong so you wouldn’t know either way!
Adam The Monster- But I wanted to be the tag team champions!
Shaun Hart- We’ve learnt after your experience with Jalen Rose, you can’t be trusted around tag team partners!
Adam The Monster – I only wanted to see if he tasted as good as he looked!
Shaun Hart – And did he?
Adam The Monster – Yes! Though I got some of his perm stuck in my teeth!
Shaun Hart – Dear God…. Well as I say, now you can’t be the Tag Team Champions, but you can be the Hollywood Champion!
Adam The Monster – Yes that would be great, I would then own Hollywood and be able to eat all the people in there because I would rule over them as king!
Shaun Hart – Being the Hollywood title doesn’t give you the right to eat people you know? But if that’s what my client wants, that’s what my client will get!
Adam The Monster – HUNGRY!
Shaun Hart – Yes Adam, don’t worry about that I will make sure all your needs are taken care of you can trust me, we’re going Hollywood!
Adam The Monster – Yes, and all those people in the Battle Royal, should they get in my way, they will get MONSTERISED! I am watching them all, Tyler Debonair thinks he’s funny making himself disappear…. If gets on the wrong side of me he will disapear… INTO MY STOMACH! …. The Ultimate Destroyer will become The Ultimate Desert, topped with beautiful whipped cream!... I will down it all with 24 pack of Bam Miller FULL FAT!
I am the Hollywood Monster AND I AM GOING FOR THE GOLD!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2021 19:10:21 GMT
We open up to Jake Ryan sitting inside the Stock Exchange Hotel in Manchester. He sits at a small table in the lobby of the barroom. He sits there dressed in an all-black suit wearing dark sunglasses as he keeps his head down, avoiding people but still watching around him. A few moments later, a man believed to be Brian Shaw walks in wearing a suit and an oversized jacket covering him up and a hat and glasses on. He walks towards the table with a suitcase in his hand. He takes a seat across from Jake and slides the briefcase to him across the floor.
Jake- Is this information I need?
Brian- Yes, it is, but why was it necessary for us to meet like this? You got me dressed up as I work for the FBI.
Jake- I have my reasons. You never know who's watching our moments.
Brian- The only people that are watching us are the camera and the fans at home watching. (Brian points to the camera)
Jake- I'm not concerned about them. Only outside noise concerns me now, down to business. Why wasn't I made aware of this hidden tournament?
Brian lets out a sigh as he rubs his head.
Brian- I told you there is no secret tournament in IIW. Everything you want to know in that case, but I strongly advise not doing what you said you would do.
Jake- Listen, all I want to do is introduce myself and talk to the man, and ask him why I wasn't invited to the big dance.
Brian- What you said over the phone didn't sound like a talk, and as your manager, I strongly advise that you let me set up a formal meeting.
Jake takes a sip of his cup of whiskey as an alert comes from his small flip phone.
Brian- You do know the world has newer cellphones, right.
Jake gives Brian a cold death stare as he continues to read the messages.
Jake- Listen, I got to go, but thanks for the information, and by the way, the government is probably listening in on your so-called smart device. I like to stay off the radar.
Jake picks up his suitcase as gives Brian a salute as; he heads to the front desk lobby to speak to the lobby attendant.
Jake- Good afternoon. I believe Uncle Sam left something for the bald eagle.
The attendant nods as if he understands what Jake is saying. He reaches down under the desk and pulls out an envelope, and slides it to him. Jake looks around before quickly slide the envelope into his jacket. He walks off and leaves a tip for the attendant.
Jake makes his way inside the elevator and presses a black button that says staff only on it as Jake pushes it. The elevator shoots up to the very top floor of a beautiful penthouse. Jake makes his way inside and checks out all the rooms before closing the curtains and turning off most of the lights.
He sits there twiddling with some army dog tags in his hands. He sits there in the dark until his flip phone rings.
Jake- Dana, is it you?
Dana- Yes, it's me. I had to wait until I was out of the office. Now tell me why I had to find out on the IIW network you had signed to them?
Jake- Sorry, Dana, you know how relocation goes. I had to get in with my contact and find a safe house to stay at.
Dana- Listen to yourself Jake, your not a soldier anymore. You gave that life up to follow your wrestling dreams.
Jake- You can take a man out of the field, but you can never take the soldier out of the man. I'm operating more differently than these other wrestlers. Plus, I get to live my dreams for my brothers that have fallen that can no longer live there's so I must stay focus, Dana. I have to use all resources I have to be the best in IIW, just like I was in the field.
Dana- I understand, Jake, please be careful and don't do anything stupid you not invincible, you know. I swear ever since you escaped death that day. You've never been the same man as before.
Jake- That man is gone , and a new chapter in my life begins, and you'll hear about it soon when I make my debut on Mayhem this Monday
Dana- How do you have a match and you just sign? I didn't even see you on the card.
Jake- Have no worries. I have a plan in motion, but now, for the time being, I must say goodbye because phase one of my project starts tonight. I love you, Dana
Before Dana can respond, Jake hung up the phone and picked up the suitcase he received from Brian Shaw as he sets it up on a table in a hidden room within the penthouse. As he turns on the light to the room, a whiteboard is shown attached to the wall, and flat-screen tv, and a small table with one chair. He pops open the suitcase and pulls out a picture of Osh Vaughan.
Jake- So this is the man that runs the show and who's hosting the secret Hollywood Championship tournament. Oh, and let see all the information I needed is in here as well.
Jake now pulls out the envelope he received earlier in the lobby.
Jake- looks like Agent Zero got me that list of competitors already in this match; let's see here. Adam The Monster and The Destroyer dude like real tough but probably lack the intelligence to devise a good strategy to win this match.
Let's see, this guy Kasey Miles looks like my biggest threat so far in this tournament, and no wonder why he has so much discipline; his father was army general. I can respect that, but it seems he skipped out on following in his father's footsteps. That's ok. Everyone hasn't made for the military life Kasey, but that's ok because we both made it to the wrestling business, so neither path we took was better than the other. I look forward to meeting you soon.
Jake throws his name on the board next to Adam The Monster and Destroyer. After writing their names down, he goes back to the paper he was reading.
Jake- Ok, now to this guy Tyler Debonair seems he had a rough upbringing says here he got admitted to the hospital then claims he was healthy mentally. Still, I don't know much about meal health, but I know from his match record he's a tough competitor inside those ropes and is another top threat for The Hollywood Championship. I'll have to be careful with Tyler.
Moving on to Ryan Hawkins, this guy seems to have a twisted view of life. I'm not sure what it is about him crushing people's dreams, but he's a wild card in this match. I'm not sure if he wants to win this match because he wants to be Champion or best to get the satisfaction of everyone else losing. Either way, this guy seems like a piece of work and should focus on his match for the tag team titles. Isn't this the same guy that's lost to Rogue and made him have to partner up with Nitro, a man that tried to beat him up at every turn? Yeah, I say Ryan needs to work on his dreams before crushing someone else.
He pulls out another name
Jake- Bam Miller, I've heard this guy been on fire around here and been making some noise to get noticed, and I hope it works for him. I like to see underdogs prosper but not at my expense; I'm on a mission to be Hollywood Champion, and I can't let anyone get in my way of stopping me.
Jake picks up the last paper that has a device attached to it.
Jake- Now that you have read all the information, please get rid of all paperwork as they will self-destruct in five minutes after reading this paper. Hurry. (Jake eyes go wide as he hurries up and gets all the pieces together before tossing them out the window as a small explosion takes place in the air, making it look like fireworks to the people on the ground.)
Jake- Damn it, Zero, that should've been on top first. Anyways I better get going. I have a meeting with Osh Vaughan.
The scene goes dark, and a few hours later, we arrive at Osh Vaughan getting home to his mansion in Manchester. He wears a silk custom made suit. He walks inside his house and tries to flip on the lights, but they won't come on.
Osh- Now what in the hell.
Osh walks towards his kitchen to look for a flashlight, but a man dressed in all black stands there in the kitchen with his back turned.
Osh- Who the hell are you? Don't you know who's house this is? I'm fucking Osh Vaughan, owner of IIW!
The man turns around drinking out of Osh’s best boss in the world cup. The camera focuses on the man and steps out of the dark and into the little moonlight that's shine through the window.
Osh- Wait a minute, aren't you the new talent I sign this week? Yeah, you are. Brian Shaw sent me your information. Why did you break into my house?
Jake- That's right, it is me, Jake Ryan, The Hitman, and I are here because you've stolen an opportunity away from me.
Osh- Opportunity?
Jake- Don't play dumb with me. Osh, I've had my people do the digging, and I know there's a Hollywood Championship tournament your hosting, and I want my invitation to the event.
Osh- Are you telling me you broke into my house and Had my power shut off because of the Hollywood Open invitational? You do realize you don't need an invite or to be placed on the card. It's open to anyone on the roster
Jake- So it's not done underground?
Osh- No! What is wrong with you?
Jake Chuckles to himself
Jake- Sorry about that. Osh looks like I was given the wrong info. Don't worry; I'll have your power back on in no time. Before I go, please tell everyone on your roster to know the Hitman is coming. I might seem a little off the wall, but Monday Night on Mayhem, I'm going to show everyone why I'm the favorite to win the Hollywood Championship. I sacrificed a lot to get here. I've seen brothers killed in battle, and I escaped death more than I can remember, and I know it's because I was destined to make it here in IIW. Now I've been given a mission to win the Hollywood Championship, and I don't care how hard the uphill battle is, I will leave Monday Night with the Championship. See you all soon.
The scene goes dark as the segment comes to an end.
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Post by Bam Miller on Apr 16, 2021 10:14:09 GMT
We open the scene to Hollywood, California, on The Hollywood walk of fame. The IIW camera crew starts to focus on Bam Miller, who is sporting his Miller-Wood t-shirt. He smokes a cigarette as he strolls down the Hollywood walk of fame.
(Bam) You know the Hollywood walk of fame has been around since 1950, and the wrestling business has been since 1860, give or take. So you would think that many wrestling superstars' names are on this Hollywood walk of fame, but on the contrary, there are only two big names in wrestling that have earned the honor to be placed on this walkway.
Bam stops walking and turns to face the camera.
(Bam) You see, many superstars try to strive to the top that even Hollywood videos would demonize them and give them validation that they made it. Still, as I said earlier, only two men earned that honor, one being the Great one, the peoples champ The Rock, and the other Vince McMahon, a true pioneer in the wrestling business.
So just how they made their mark in the wrestling business and on the Hollywood scene, will I when I enter the ring Monday night on Mayhem to compete for the Hollywood championships, plan to leave my mark. You see, the opportunity placed in front of us could jumpstart one of our young careers, or for a veteran in this match, this could be the opportunity to return to the former glory they once had.
Bam starts walking again
(Bam) For guys like Kasey Miller, who just walked in the door, this is the chance to make a significant impact in his debut match, and I understand why he enters this match with great exposure and a chance to be Champion on his first night. That be huge for anyone, but I will not allow it and cannot allow it. I have been on a roll here in IIW, and I plan to continue to stay on this hot streak, so Miles, better luck next time.
I see we have another newcomer straight out of boot camp ready to make his claim for the Hollywood Championship. Jake Ryan a former marine soldier who is looked at as a hero for his bravery when he was on the battlefield, but I see a man that was supposed to be the best in his unit fail to keep his comrades alive when faced with a real combat pressure situation and just like when he enters this match. The lights are the brightest, and all eyes are on him. He will fold again.
He stops by a store and buys a Miller lite beer. He takes a sip then continues walking.
(Bam) Now, where was I... Oh yes, Mickey Kinkade, the man that can woo any woman or any man. He is just that good-looking, but that might be the only thing he has going on besides being a silver spoon-rich kid who would not know hard work if it came up and slapped him in the mouth! Guys like Mickey are entertainers, and this fine because we need them in this business, but we also need guys that take being a Champion seriously, and I see a lot of that lacking in this open challenge.
Guys like Ryan Hawkins and Tyler Debonair do not care about being Champion; they want the perks that come with it. Hell, I say they are more worried about saving people from themselves than about winning this match.
You see, I have kept my head down, and one heard the chatter in the back. The veterans in IIW have no faith in the new young talent because they think we are soft and spoiled, and you know what? I agree with them because half of the guys I have come in with am embarrassed to be associated with. They lack hunger like me; you see why they were ok facing combat talent. I demanded the top dawgs in the company, and when I felt like I was not being heard, I made my noise ask Jonny FnC but let us not get off subject this is not about him; this is about The Hollywood Championship and me. You see, I am going to rise to the challenge and win this match and become Champion and not because I am the better athlete or the better wrestler because I know some of you can go in that ring, but what you lack I have, and I have the fire, passion, and straight hunger to be the best! This is not a side job for me. This is my life. I love this business, and by God, I'm going to show just how much fight I have in me on Monday Night Mayhem.
You boys better strap on your seat belt and throw a helmet on because I'm about to take us on a highway to hell as we compete for the Hollywood Championship, and boys, I got to tell you I'm feeling really lucky about have my name written right beside these greats and winning that Hollywood Championship. The only thing left tonal yourselves are you read for Miller Time?
Bam shrugs his shoulders as he finishes off his miller lite as the scene fades.
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Post by Tyler Debonair on Apr 17, 2021 23:03:56 GMT
Distillation.
***When we last saw Tyler Debonair, he’d awoken inside a huge warehouse somewhere near the Hudson River, in New York City. Believe it or not, less than only a few hours have passed since we watched that entire debacle which ended with Tyler freeing himself from the bonds holding him inside the prison he was being kept.
How can that be you ask? Well let us for all intents and purposes say that time isn’t only relative, it isn’t linear, in fact it actually doesn’t even exist and as has been mentioned on at least one previous occasion, everything that can ever happen is and, it is happening at the exact same time.
That girl you never asked to prom when you were a teenager? You’re currently sitting next to her and your three children, watching lazy weekend television waiting for the big Sunday Football game to begin... That bank you work tirelessly at for zero thanks and less wages? They don’t know you and you robbed it, getting away scott free, hopping on a commercial flight to Antigua and now live there, soaking up the sun with three hot supermodels...
Speaking of scott free, is he though? Is Scotty Adams free? No, he very well is not and neither is anybody else that has the misfortune of coming into contact with Tyler Debonair... As I said only half an hour has passed since he freed himself from the confines of the warehouse in New York and currently we’re with him as he walks down the sidewalk headed in the direction of JFK. He’s dressed for a colder spring than usual, but nothing overly dramatic*** Tyler: ”Stuck in the middle of New York City, no idea how we got here, got to get back to Manchester...”
Tyler 2: ”Speak for yourself, I’m quite enjoying it here. I think I’m gonna do some shopping and some sightseeing, maybe take in some...”
Tyler: ”What you’re going to do, is go into the Pandora store, grab Casie a nice pair of earrings and Steph a beautiful necklace, both by way of an apology. Then we’re going to hail a cab and head to JFK and catch a flight to England.”
Tyler 2: ”Man, you’re such a buzzkill... Ok, we can do that... Any idea on who could have possibly taken you at Mayhem and brought you out here yet?”
***We watch as Tyler pushes open the door to the Pandora store and walks through, the bell chiming to announce customers have arrived, but as soon as he enters, the scene flips one hundred and eighty degrees and he’s walking out of the store, holding two Pandora bags and heading back down the street*** Tyler: ”Right now, I wouldn’t even know where to start, I mean it’s pretty hard to see where someone like me has possibly annoyed someone that much that they’ve hauled me all the way from the ring in Manchester, England and dragged my ass back to the states! I mean surely they could have just told me to come back where I came from? But regardless they got the wrong coast!”
Tyler 2: ”Perhaps it’s somebody from your past life? Someone who knows you from another place? I mean didn’t you grow up here?”
Tyler: ”I did and it’s a time I’d rather forget if I’m completely honest. My dad put us all in jeopardy when we lived here, it was one of the reasons we moved to LA, TAXI!”
***Tyler flicks his hand up to call a cab, but once again the scene flips and the hand that’s raised is now holding on to a rail above the door inside the cab, he’s sat there with his Pandora bags and a couple of other things we never saw him buy*** Tyler: ”But thinking about who has something infecting them so deep, infesting, rotting inside them that they want to get inside the mind of Tyler Debonair... It’s a really confusing and tiring task, but rest assured I will find out who that person was and...”
***The cab begins to slow down and Tyler pulls himself forward as if to open the door, the scene flips again as he opens the door of the cab and we find him pushing open a door at JFK airport. He briskly strolls through smiling at an elderly couple as he does but continues to speak nonchalantly whilst moving through the concourse*** Tyler: ”When I do... It’ll be all over. But you know what intrigues me most? It’s the fact that they happened to know that I grew up here in NYC, I don’t think this was random... But what this person, or people, failed to acknowledge is that Tyler Debonair doesn’t consider himself from New York, but from California. Do you know what else comes from California? Sourdough bread, Popsicles, Apple Computers, blue jeans, videotape recorders, WD-40... And The Hollywood Title!”
***Tyler pushes open another door and the scene flips upside down, then back around in a loop. Tyler hands over a ticket to a flight attendant standing by a gate who smiles, tears off a stub and waves him through. Tyler nods curtly and walks toward a bunch of seats in what appears to be a waiting area, taking a seat as we see the television set above him reading “11:50 - to - MAN”*** Tyler: ”Why did I decide to enter myself into the Hollywood Title Invitational one may ask. Well, I didn’t really get a chance to explain being as I was somewhat preoccupied trying to understand where I was and how I was going to escape the giant warehouse... But the reason behind it, isn’t all that difficult to understand really I’m sure?
Now I already know there are people getting a little irritated at me speaking about my upbringing but it serves a purpose. You see growing up in a wrestling family isn’t always the easiest thing, especially when your parents are world renowned, when they’re as famous as your favourite television or film star. You can’t go out anywhere, you can’t just keep your head down in school or go to the movies with friends, in fact even having friends is difficult because you’ve no idea if they’re there for you... Or them!
When you’re in that situation, you just want to be recognised for being YOU! You want to be respected, liked and loved for being YOU! I’m almost hitting my mid-twenties and I’ve yet to have that feeling. Steph is the only person I’ve truly trusted to be there, because she wants to be there for me, not because of who my parents are... But come Mayhem, if they’ve yet to do it already after defeating Ryan McCann and Curtis, people will start to call me by my name, rather than refer to me by the name of the son of my father...”
***Tyler stands up and again, the scene flips. This time he’s standing right in front of the baggage compartments above the seats on his plane, placing what few shopping bags he has into them, then sitting down in the window seat, he turns and stares out at the tarmac as if in thought*** Tyler: ”Now granted I’m already within reach of the IIW International title, with only four matches to go, but what’s to say I can’t push the boat out a little? Who’s to stop me really testing the boundaries of my own mental capabilities? My own talents and strengths? Who’s going to stand in my way...? Adam the Monster? Don’t forget we’ve got Destroyer in the ring to even that score out... Adam, you can feast all you want on that big beast of a man that’s no skin off my nose! Hell, have seconds!
Destroyer, man oh man... I appreciate that you indeed are one hell of a towering, imposing figure but I’ve dealt with bigger and badder than you in my lifetime, both professionally and personally... You’ve got these guards around you, that’s okay, but don’t continue to allow yourself to be fooled, hoss. You may very well think they’re there to protect people from you... But trust me when I tell you, they’re actually there... To protect you.”
***Tyler turns away from the window as he feels his row bounce and a bag hits the middle seat. He sees a man fiddling in the baggage compartment before picking up the bag, almost hitting Tyler with it, before adding that to the compartment and dropping down into the aisle seat. Tyler glares at him before faking a smile as he turns to look at him and gives a small nod*** Man: ”Hey, sorry some lady and her toddler were moved to my seat because her husband is in the one next to me, do you mind?”
Tyler: ”Guess not...”
Man: ”Thanks, would have been awkward had you said yes! So headed to England too huh?”
Tyler: ”Yep...”
Man: ”That’s sweet, business or pleasure?”
Tyler: ”A bit of both really...”
Man: ”Wait a minute... Well shit! Aren’t you Fre...”
Tyler: ”Tyler, that’s right! Hey, nice to meet you.
Man: ”Durden?! Oh man... I kind of feel we’re having our own fight club moment. The first rule, am I right?”
Tyler: ”Don’t you know it!”
***Tyler puts on a fake smile and sucks in breath as he says this, whilst his travelling companion laughs at his own joke. He turns back toward the window and pulls the blind down as he closes his eyes*** Tyler: ”You see, Adam and Destroyer, you guys are like the Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum of this operation. Big, bad and bungling! You’re all muscle and zero brains... To some at least, but you know something boys? I think you’re both a lot more intelligent than that... I think you hide behind this narrative that you’re just these big vessels with nothing under the hood and you use your size as scare tactics because it just makes it that much easier for you, inside the ring... Well guess what? Tyler isn’t scared. I’m not scared because I already know what’s going to happen when the bell rings and the brawl begins... I already know that you’re going to make yourselves big, make yourselves tall and attempt to put fear into your opposition. Well you guys can carry on overcompensating while I, head for the hills...”
***Tyler is suddenly tapped on the shoulder as he looks over we see a flight attendant smile at him, she asks if he can raise the window blind as the plane is ready to take off. He smiles politely back, mouths the word sure and pulls the blind up. As he does the scene flips once more as we soar through the window to the sky outside and find we’re already thirty thousand feet in the air and have been flying for a while, it’s now night time and the plane is flying over England.
Tyler is just watching the end of a movie he’d picked from the airline’s “classics” section which is currently showing a “crippled” man walking down a street. Suddenly the limp the man is carrying disappears, as does the deformity in his arm as he pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lights one. A car pulls up and he climbs inside, pulling away before a detective giving chase can spot him... Then the screen rolls credits. Tyler smiles as he takes out the earphones, just in time to see the fasten seatbelt light go on and hear the Captain make the descent announcement*** Tyler: ”The Usual Suspects...”
Tyler 2: ”Oh man! Such a good film! I will never, ever, get over what a piece of art was created all those years ago!”
Tyler: ”It was one of the best movies of the mid-nineties without a doubt!”
Tyler 2: ”And you know what reminds me of that movie? The Hollywood Title match...”
Tyler: ”Yeah, I can see that... Each one of the guys most definitely resembles someone I’ll be getting into that ring with...”
Tyler 2: ”Take for example, Fenster...”
Tyler: ”That’ll be Ryan Hawkins, that killer of dreams! That guy who wants to be the centre of attention, who thinks he has a knack for defaming those around him except what he doesn’t realise is that those same people can’t quite work out what Ryan is actually saying. I mean I’ve watched you wrestle, Hawkins and you have all the attributes to be great but it’s like you have the opposite of most people! You walk the walk, but when you talk it gives people the wrong impression of you... Follow my lead Monday night and whilst you may not walk out with the belt, you’ll definitely see a better picture in the rear view mirror; just like Fred Fenster did...”
Tyler 2: ”Hmmm, McManus?”
Tyler: ”I’ve got to say that whilst planning my escape from New York, I caught glimpse of another man who decided he wanted in, on the Hollywood Title match, Bam Miller and I’ve got to admit; he gives me the heebie-jeebies! Miller instantly for me coincides with that very man, Michael McManus... McManus is the quiet one with schizoid tendencies you need to watch out for. He takes pride in being an expert professional in his job and would make a superb marksman and I see that in Bam and whilst I respectfully appreciate this man’s words, he is exceptionally mistaken if he genuinely believes I don’t care about holding the Hollywood Title! I also refuse to believe that he, like all the rest cannot see that he needs saving. Miller lacks the emotional connection just like McManus but come Monday night Mayhem, come the Hollywood Title match, I’ll introduce him to Satori and will send so much emotion coursing through his veins he won’t know whether he’s coming or going...”
***A spot of turbulence shakes Tyler in his seat slightly and causes him to curse under his breath, before he takes a side look at the guy sat next to him who’s currently hyperventilating and praying, smirking to himself before pushing the tray up in front of him. As he does this, surprise surprise we once again, flip scenes and Tyler is now pushing a door open at Manchester Airport. As he walks along the roadside, he spots a Mercedes A-Class with the driver stood outside, holding a sign reading his name. He raises an eyebrow, shrugs and climbs into the back, clicking on his seatbelt*** Tyler 2: Ok moving on now, what about Todd Hockney?”
Tyler: ”That would have to be the dazzling Kasey Miles. So dazzling in fact he’s blinded himself into thinking everything is set out just right for him and if someone says something out of place or does something just wrong, it’ll be a reason to go berserk! Just like good ol’ Todd Hockney! Instantaneously Miles comes at you with this vibe, this essence that he just has to let you know who he is, what he’s about... Even if you don’t care! In the movie Hockney is full of this pent up frustration, this emotion he lets spill over and when you let Kasey open his mouth you can hear it all in there. Oh I’m here to be THE name! I’m THE face and nobody is gonna do a thing about it! Blah blah and you just know he’s aching for someone to try and argue this case so he can go off half cocked! Well consider this that argument hoss, I’ll see you Monday.
Tyler 2: ”Ok... Well, somebody has to be Kujan surely?”
Tyler: ”The cop, focused on using people to get what he wants? The cop who belittles everybody around him who thinks he’s smarter than everybody yet got outsmarted in the end? Yeah... I’m going to go with our resident Navy Seal or whatever he is on this one, the newcomer, Jack Ryan. This man has stormed his way through the doors of IIW, even the Judy the doors of Osh Vaughn’s house just to get a shot at the target, just to get to the truth! And he’ll use every trick and advantage play in the book to get there, just like the self-serving, impatient, David Kujan!”
Tyler 2: ”And that makes perfect sense, so I guess up next really there’s only one or two more we can discuss... Keaton?”
Tyler: ”Ahh... My favourite character of all, save the main guy of course, Dean Keaton... Keaton in the movie is a real narcissist, an egomaniac. He’s a womaniser, with a socially impressive nonchalance and that just smacks to hell and high water of little old Micky Kinkade...”
Tyler 2: ”The thought on everyone’s lips...”
Tyler: ”The whole demeanour of Keaton, just like Kinkade, has this air of flawed arrogance and superiority. You’ve only got to listen to him speak and you instantly understand what he’s about... You already grasp that Keaton is trying to counterbalance for some inability he doesn’t want anybody to know about, once again, Kinkade to a tee! The difference here is that you don’t ever find out what Keaton’s is, but come Mayhem, I will definitely expose Micky Kinkade’s! I will definitely show the world what he’s hiding and why he and Dean Keaton are so alike!”
***Tyler looks up and realises the car is slowing down, but doesn’t recognise the street, or the building he’s pulling up outside*** Tyler: ”Hey, sorry, where are we? This isn’t my place.”
Driver: ”Sorry, Mr. Debonair, this is where I’ve been told to bring you...”
Tyler: ”Where exactly??”
Driver: ”That building right there, sir.”
***The driver points toward what appears to be a slightly depleted building a little way back off the main road, just behind some greenery. As Tyler gets out of the car, he thanks the driver and begins to walk toward the huge structure that stands before him. As he climbs the stone steps and begins to push open the double doors in front of him, he starts to realise where he is... He’s inside an old courthouse that evidently no longer in use*** Tyler: ”Hello? Anyone here? Mr. Vaughn?”
***As Tyler walks further into the building, he notices that there is a wrestling ring decked out in the centre, four pillars edged around it and punching bags next to each pillar. Gym equipment organised sporadically around in one giant corner, with warm up and down mats alongside a stretch and yoga area, in another. Tyler stops dead and a huge grin crosses his face as he watches Casie and Steph walk toward him from the mats in full gym gear*** Steph: Well finally! I can’t believe you made it back! We didn’t think you’d get here before Mayhem babe!”
Casie: ”What the hell happened, Ty?! The voicemail you left at the airport said something about waking up in New York?!”
Tyler: ”I left you a few messages, I mean that entire day was insane. I’m just glad to be back, but how’d you get this set up so quick?! What’s it all about?”
Steph: ”Ok firstly this wasn’t setup quickly, Tyler. This took us ages! When Casie saw the building was vacant but the local council were willing to hear an offer, we decided to give you basically a version of what you’ve got back home in Los Angeles! Your “Courthouse” Gymnasium and training facility! And it even has an apartment area upstairs!”
Tyler: ”Wait, we’re moving out of the house already?! To move in here??”
Casie: ”Oh, no! I’m moving out of your place, Ty... We’re gonna move in here.”
Tyler: ”Okay, now I’m super confused... Casie, who’s we, in this new equation?”
Voice: ”By we, she means we, bro...”
***The shocked expression hits Tyler square in the face before he’s even had time to turn around and register his sister (two years his senior) Mercedes-Jane Debonair, walking towards him from a back room of the courthouse. He can’t move a muscle so she makes the extra effort to grab him and give him the biggest hug imaginable*** MJ: ”How are you little bro?”
Tyler: ”I’m okay, Mercy... Just muy confused! I mean what the heck are you doing here? And honestly how has all this happened in a day or two?!”
MJ: ”Well I wanted to surprise you the other day and take you to lunch, so I contacted Dr. Hankem to find out when your next appointment was and he got a bit funny with me. But asked about dad then asked really weirdly if I’d checked out this promotion on Netflix, IIW...”
Steph: ”I then got a phonecall asking why I’d not told her, your game plan to uproot considering she’d been the only one to stick by you...”
Casie: ”And when she learned I was also here? Oh boy... But, we’re all good now obviously!”
MJ: ”And no matter how much better you think you’re doing, Tyler, it never hurts to have a support bubble around. Especially of family! But you need to know something baby brother...”
Tyler: ”Ok wow... That is quite the story and yes, Mercy you’re right, I should have told you... And I’m glad you’re all here. What do I need to know?”
Casie: ”Come step into YOUR office, we want to show you something...”
***Casie waves her arm toward the back room that Mercedes had not long come from and the four of them head back there, as the scene slowly begins to dissolve into darkness...
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...We reopen less than half-hour later with the three girls standing by the door to the office, Tyler sat in thought on a huge office chair in front of a desktop PC, with a website pulled up showing a headline about his Mayhem disappearance on it. He chuckles a bit and shakes his head*** Tyler: ”So, you’re telling me that although it feels like me waking up after beating Curtis on Mayhem, in that warehouse... Trudging through New York City, managing to get a flight home and ending up here now with you guys, only occurred over the last day or two... That Mayhem event was actually on April 5th? And that was well over ten days ago? Meaning what, I slept in that warehouse for ages? I didn’t get sent to New York for a few days before waking?!”
Steph: ”We’re not sure what happened babe. All we know is, everybody was worried sick about you... Even your dad.”
Tyler: ”Mmhmm”
Casie: ”He was, Ty... Have you checked your phone?”
***Tyler sighs and realises that he actually hasn’t gone into detail of checking everything on his phone in the rush of getting back to England. He goes through everything, realising he has over 500 missed calls from one specific number and more than than half voicemails... He recognised that number instantly as although he’d been wanting to delete it from his phone for the last few years he hadn’t been able to bring himself to do so. He nodded and looked up*** Tyler: ”Alright, alright... I’ll reach out. I see you guys are reaching out for your jackets though. Going somewhere?”
MJ: ”We were going to go out to eat. There’s a really nice Thai restaurant about three blocks from here apparently, you want in?”
Tyler: ”You know I feel really bad because I’ve only just seen you, but I’m gonna check this whole place out then go back to the house and get some rest... But hey, speaking of food, one of you do me a favour would you?”
Casie: ”What’s that?”
Tyler: ”My Uber Eats account is synced up to my computer at the house and I’ll link it here too. Sunday night, order any and everything from Nando’s, McDonalds, Burger King, KFC, Greggs and all the local joints. AND THEN... Send it to wherever that Adam the Monster is staying, got it? On Monday afternoon, I want you to repeat the process! If what I’m reading and hearing about this guy is accurate I really don’t want any risks taken going into the Hollywood Title match!”
***The four of them chuckle, but there is a nervousness within their joke, Tyler really did not want to take any chances where this monster was concerned... The three girls wave goodbye as they head out, leaving Tyler to type the words “distillery barrels, Manchester” into the computer search engine, then begin to dial a number into his cellphone as he gives himself a tour of the Courthouse and we slither into a murky grey smog...
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...The smog slowly begins to clear and evaporate and we find ourselves hovering above the wrestling ring, inside Tyler Debonair’s “Courthouse” gym. Lying inside the ring is Tyler himself, he’s wearing white sneakers, a pair of denim jeans and black hoodie with “seven stages” written across the front. Outside the ring, stands what looks to be a huge commentary table and on top of it at either end, sit two distilling barrels...
Inside each barrel is a mixture of black antimony and sulphur which has been purified... Each barrel has a tap extending and a hosepipe leading toward a box in the centre of the table, both barrelled compounds are coming together into the box to create a bezoar like stone substance. Tyler at this stage has sat himself up and is resting forward with his arms leaning on his knees. To his side sits something covered in a dark cloth, he taps his chin as he looks up*** Tyler: ”You know I feel, with all this going on around me and with all that has been going on around me, I owe everybody an explanation. I want to sidestep everything I’ve been talking about recently to tell you a little story... You see when I started having my, shall we call them ‘episodes’? Only one person came to visit me in the hospital besides Steph, Mercedes and Casie... To put it bluntly, only one male friend in my life, outside of my dad, outside of the great Fred Debonair, came to see how I was! And that was my uncle, Shawn King! Ok I say uncle, he was that family friend who’s been there since you were born you know what I’m talking about...
And one day when Shawn came to visit me, he tells me Tyler, when your dad found out that I’d been visiting you, he cut all ties with me! I couldn’t believe it, honestly... Okay so you and I aren’t getting along but why stop talking to your lifelong best friend because he’s checking on YOUR son in the psychiatric facility?! But that’s by the by, he says son... I decided to clear out all the crap he’d left at my place and you know there wasn’t much, a few things I could take down to the Red Cross or whatever but I came across this... And he hands me a box, with this inside.”
***Tyler pulls the object covered with the cloth toward him and slowly begins to unwrap it, he opens it all the way so the cloth is laid out like a sheet and rubs his hands over what we now see is a book, the title reads “The Emerald Tablets of Thoth”*** Tyler: ”And this... This, is where it has all started for me. This, is where I have begun my journey of the seven stages of Alchemy! Starting with Calcination, the breaking of my attachment to this world, I needed to stop getting distracted by the proverbial rat race and tiresome targets and goals that everybody else was chasing.... Dissolution, where I plunged myself into the waters of the unconscious in order to find my true self that had been buried by the ego! An ‘ego death’ if you will. Both of these actions took place around KKND, when I faced off against Ryan McCann...
Following that came Separation, specifically finding the parts of the unconscious me that had been hidden away and that will help me and my higher self to grow... To fulfil the destiny bestowed upon me. This is where I need to be really honest with myself, for there was a reason I hid all this away and I need to be sure that I’m only going to incorporate what’s really needed, into my new narrative... Following this, was Conjunction, the art of stitching my unconscious and conscious selves back together, being at peace with the two as one, not fearing but embracing any “darker side” that may reside within, for good and evil just like time, are relative... And all of that came during my battle with Curtis...”
***Tyler stands, picking the book up and wrapping it back in the dark cloth as he does so. He climbs out of the ring and places it inside a backpack that’s laying on the floor by the table, before proceeding to walk around checking both distilling barrels as well as the box in the middle*** Tyler: ”And then, comes Fermentation... The testing of the newly integrated self, putting yourself into harms way, the challenges you set to see just how resilient you are... It was not planned but my disappearance definitely hasn’t hindered the process and that would be an accurate assessment, neither will the upcoming Mayhem event, Monday night.And so this brings me to the here and the now, Distillation! The ‘penultimate’ I guess you could call it, the preparation for the finale! It is time to purify the spirit and make sure it is free from any possible remains of destructive ego... And that, will be where you come in, Scotty Adams.
I mean the last time I spoke, people heard me say I had priorities over the Hollywood Title match and yet right now you’d be forgiven for thinking it was the only match I was scheduled to take part in on Monday night but no of course not... It seems that Osh Vaughn has decided in his infinite wisdom that either Tyler Debonair deserved a bit more of a challenge like the number one contender to the World title after my debut match with Ryan McCann and such a savage battle against Curtis the past week or that Scotty Adams needed someone to prepare him for what was to come when he finally gets into the ring with Jake E Dangerously in the future!
So it’s all going to come down to the pitfalls of Monday Night Mayhem when two elite pedigrees collide in the centre of the ring and take it to each other like there’s no tomorrow because quite frankly that’s what’s going to happen this, we already know... The air is charged, the atmosphere is electric you can taste the intensity! But one thing I do want to touch on real quick because I don’t think it’s fair to Scotty, leaving him out just because he’s not in the Hollywood Title match, is what’s going on with the one character that was left when I was discussing them earlier... He’s one of my favourite characters from a movie, all told and that is none other than Roger “Verbal” Kint, or... Should we say Keyser Söze?”
***Tyler walks back around the ring, away from the table, distilling barrels and backpack. He walks towards the stretching, warm up and yoga mats and takes his sneakers off, before stepping onto them taking in a deep breath, proceeding to get into what appears to be a meditative state, as he continues*** Tyler: ”I don’t even have to say a word and I can already tell that you, Adams, along with each and every single one of you guys and girls at home have had this pre-conceived idea in your head about who Tyler Debonair is... You can deny it all you like over and over until you’re blue in the face but I only had to say a few words and you thought you knew exactly who it was, that you were dealing with over here... Just like Kint. What is it he says in the movie, Scotty? The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist. And like that - poof - he’s gone... But the truth is, that wasn’t his greatest trick at all.
You’ll soon find out exactly what the greatest trick ever pulled was, Scotty, but until then just be content in knowing that out of the ashes comes redemption, out of the fire comes a burning ember that may just give you that missed opportunity and that burning ember comes when you step into the ring on Monday against yours truly hoss... You see there’s no doubt in my mind that you believed while listening to me talk, you really thought that I was going to name you in comparison to the legend that is Keyser Söze, not a chance in hell! There may be a slight case, Scotty where I may have labelled you as the initial vision of Roger Kint... The “placid, crippled man” with no direction, lost and looking for a way out. But in all truthfulness I think we’re going to have to rewind a hell of a lot further in my story to find where you fit in, Mr. Adams.
Do you guys recall, when I was on the plane about to take off, at JFK? You all remember that correct? That annoying guy came and he sat next to me...? And he tried pulling that whole scene from Fight Club on me? And there - we - have - it! I would honestly have to rewind all the way back to this point to find your place in my story, Scotty! You my friend are Ed Norton! You’re the guy who has nothing before it all happens, whatever that may be! You’re Peter Parker before the spider bite, you’re Bruce Banner before the Gamma radiation, you are merely the narrator before Tyler... Remember what happened Scotty? Let me just clue you in because what you’ll probably say is “Well the narrator did away with Tyler just like I’m going to do away with you” blah blah but NO! That’s only what your uneducated, non-understanding mind would have you believe... The truth is that the narrator realised he was in conjunction and had to stitch his unconscious together with his conscious... He was having to come to terms with duality and in the end it was a case of someone else, being saved by a man named Tyler.”
***Tyler opens his eyes as he stands straight from his meditation, smirks and winks. He steps back off the mats, slips his sneakers back on and heads towards the distilling barrels, having another quick check of the box in-between before rolling into the ring and bouncing back and forth against the ropes. He stops short, looking up at the ceiling with his eyes closed*** Tyler: ”As I said earlier, it only took one word, one phrase from me... For you to get a pre-conceived notion of Tyler Debonair inside your head and you’ve gone and run with it! I mean what was it you said not so long ago, Scotty? You said something about all these guys and girls living vicariously through me? Blindly following me? I’m not quite sure what it is you meant by any of that that, hoss... The only person I’ve seen following me, watching what I do, the only person I’ve seen trying to “live vicariously” through yours truly Scotty... Is you!
You see for you to understand any of what I’m saying here, people need to hold comprehension in what it is I’ve done and what it is, I am doing. When you saw me this evening, I’d awoken from something known as Astral Projection... You see that’s what I like to do, I like to Astral Project, whereas you, Scotty, just like to project! Let me break that down for you incase you have a difficult time coming to terms with it... It’s a defence mechanism in which your ego defends itself against any and all unconscious impulses by denying their existence in yourself and attributing them to others...
So basically Scotty, when you said that all Tyler Debonair is, is a shell... A husk, you were projecting... When you said that as much as Tyler Debonair might *wish* to have studied and immersed himself in the art and science of Alchemy, you’d truly done no homework on anything about me and were... Quite simply, projecting! You see Scotty Adams it’s really not a hard concept to grasp, I’ve studied and I’ve immersed myself in the art and science of Alchemy for over half a decade now and I’ve probably forgotten more about any of it than you even know... But the fact remains of the two of us; the one projecting is the true, great pretender! YOU!
You talk a good story, narrator but the bottom line remains as to whether or not you can put that stuff into practice... Because we both know this isn’t about how well I study Alchemy, nor is it about how much you want to be like me, it’s about which one of us can prove his worth inside the ring... I can’t help but think that you feel that given as you hold that key, you’ve already done enough to that end. Well I haven’t and you’re in my way Scotty... Understand that once I move past you, I take a step up and we both know it’ll be a big step up from where I stand right now! So you keep reading your laymen’s websites on what makes an Alchemist, on what Alchemy consists of and you continue to sit there and talk as if you have any idea of the word vomit you spew forth...”
***Tyler opens his eyes, drops to his knees and rolls outside the ring once more, turning off both distilling barrel taps and grabbing the box in the middle of the table before sliding it into the centre of the squared circle. He reaches back into the backpack and pulls the book out again, wrapped inside the dark cloth and slides that in, to join the box before he too get back into the ring and kneels down behind both objects*** Tyler: ”The truth, Scotty, is this. Nobody cares about my past, or yours... Nobody cares where either of us have been and like it or not, we’re the only ones who actually care where we’re going. Time only exists in here, our own psyche! The winner of our match has already happened, Scotty... That man’s hand is being raised as we speak. The loser is already commiserating in a hotel bar somewhere with some cheap spirit or beer and the world is still turning and you can say whatever you want about how it’s bullshit, or you can talk about how you agree with me and you knew all this before I did and you were telling people this ages ago or whatever you want to say! And you can try and slice it in whichever way you see fit but it won’t change a thing, hoss...
See I already saw that look in your eye, Scotty, I already saw that sign. I saw the trepidation mounting on your face as you spoke and you know I wasn’t going to say a word out of respect but to hell with it, because I also saw and felt that aura around you as you spoke, Scotty... The same way I recognised it instantly in Curtis, I’ve picked it up in you! The pale orange connected with a loss of identity, the low self-esteem and the murkiness of the territorial tendencies... Your aura is also housing a harsh blue hue, exposing your autocratic nature and although I’ve already witnessed your passive-aggressive attitude towards who I am and what I stand for, Scotty, it’s pretty evident you have a strange intolerance towards it.
But the one that got me the most, Scotty... The aura that really, really blew my mind that was emanating from you, was the blurred indigo! Because for those of you out there who don’t understand, when a persons aura is indigo and it’s blurry, it implies that the owner of that aura is spending way too much time on illusions, or daydreams... It insinuates that the person whose aura it is, is wallowing in self-pity and if that indigo aura is also dark in nature, which Scotty, yours definitely was, it indicates an isolation within the world...
Now you can come at me like a viper all you wish and call me a liar, that’s okay. But Curtis understood that when I told him about his, I was only trying to help because I could see through the facade. I’ve said from the start and I’ll keep saying it, I’m here to be the very best I can be! I’m here to dominate matches and I’m here to win titles but I’m also here to save and cleanse... It’s just a shame there’s so many of you that need cleansing! When all is said and done though, Scotty and you wake up Tuesday morning with your mind, body and soul, that much clearer... There will be only three words on your mind. Thank you, Tyler!”
***Tyler slowly sidles up onto his knees proper, straightening his back, as he begins to slowly open the box. He pulls out what looks to be a small, stone artefact. He holds it high up in front of him as the view begins to back away outside the ring. A small ring-light seems to emit from around the stone; as we reverse further the light becomes as bright as a flashlight, when we’ve reached the door, a spotlight... As we exit the Courthouse and begin to back away down the greenery outside, the entire building begins to shine a brilliant white... Then we instantaneously fade - to - black!***
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