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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2021 0:54:09 GMT
The camera flickers on as the scene opens to Chris Hawkins in a nice, tailored why holding a stack of papers in his hands as he stands in the Hall of The Hawkins Family home modeled after the White House. He walks the halls and see the decorated patriotic photos of America beating The British in the revolutionary war. He walks into a big open room with a vast Chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Below it sits two white sofa seats and a clear glass table in the center. A man in a white coat enters the room with a thick book in his hand. The man and Hawkins both have a seat as the camera focus on their conversation.
Chris: Thank you for coming today; Lawrence Principe, can you give the people at home a little information on your background, please.
Lawrence Principe-Yes, I have earned a Ph.D. in chemistry and have a second in the history of science. I also have a book called The Secrets of Alchemy.
Chris- So it would be fair to say you have a vast knowledge of Alchemy, correct?
Lawrence Principe- Yes, that would be a fair statement.
Chris- Good, now can you give a few details on the history of Alchemy and what exactly it is today.
Lawrence Principe- Well, Traditionally, it was a spiritual practice designed to improve one’s connection with what is. Still, over the past generation, scholars have disproven that theory and have been revealing more and more of its surprising content and importance. No longer is it dismissed as a waste of time or a fool's quest. Alchemy is now increasingly recognized as a fundamental part of the heritage of chemistry. Based on the supposed transformation of matter. It was concerned particularly with attempts to convert base metals into gold. Much of this new understanding remains little known outside of a small circle of academic specialists like me.
Chris- So in simple terms, the belief of spirituality in Alchemy a fool's claim, one would say.
Lawrence laughs to himself
Lawrence Principe- Correct that form of Alchemy was disproven years ago. Anyone that believes spirits live in objects is what we called mental illness. They would need professional psychological help.
Chris Hawkins Smirks in the camera
Chris- Well, thank you for your time, sir. I am sure the people of IIW appreciate that educational experience. Now, if you do excuse me, I have a video shoot to do.
Chris shakes Lawrence's hand as he exited the room, and Chris Hawkins sits back down in front of the camera and looks intense.
Chris- Now, to my loyal constituents, I am sorry I had to give you an education on that nonsense. My opponent Tyler Debonair believes in things I just disagree with, and I had to do some research to make sure I was not the crazy one. Now that I got that out the way, let us talk about what's important wrestling and winning championships
Because that is what this match is going to be about. Not about spiritual energy and who needs saving because the only one that needs some assistance is Tyler himself, and I am going to make sure I beat some sense into that head of is but first I will have to get past all the makeup he wears that covers his face. I think I will just turn it into a crimson mask that is a much better look for Tyler.
Chris takes a sip of water
Chris- Now I did not want to make it personal, Tyler, and I hope you do not see it that way. I just want to win at all costs. Because the International Title might as well be on the line in this match and any other match in this tournament because the rules are simple. You win, you get that much closer to calling yourself a champion, but when you lose Tyler, you go back to the end of the line with all the hype and momentum you managed to gather for yourself since coming to IIW.
Now I will not discredit you from what you have done so far and your ability in the ring, but that is where the praise stops. I am not here to make friends. I am here to win Championships, and the International Championship is first on my list of many achievements I plan to succeed in here in IIW. You see, I am fueled by pure ambition to be the best and recognized by many as one if not the greatest champion that is ever walked through these halls. That is my drive, and those are the ambitions. I do not need theatrics to get me over. I do not need to lie to myself and claim to be driven by a pretend spirituality that does not exist. And I get it running from your father's shadow has overwhelmed you to the point your subconscious broke you, but I can guarantee the trauma you have experienced will be nothing compared to what I plan to do to you on Monday Night Mayhem.
You see Tyler as a professional athlete. I can tell you I feel every single emotion, and not one of them ever helped me in a match before. And not one of them has ever hurt me in a match, either. The only thing that has helped me is my skills, and that is what separates you and me at the end of the day. And I know you think I will fear your demons and tail energy but just know me and Jesus are cool. I am cool with all the gods. Gods recognize gods. And Monday Night Mayhem, you will be looking up at a God.
So on Mayhem, in two weeks, I am going to put you through a series of unfortunate events and after I've pin you and won the match. I am going to remove your head, I will bring it backstage, I place it on the Osh desk, and I say here you go, boss. Another one done. And then we discuss big business.
Chris Hawkins pulls the camera to his face.
Chris- Now, with that said, I leave you with one thing to think about do you really want to step in the ring with The President of Pro wrestling because the last time The British and The Americans met, you guys got your ass kicked and the same will happens Monday!
The camera fades out as the scene comes to an end.
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Post by Tyler Debonair on Apr 25, 2021 12:32:43 GMT
Coagulation.
***We slowly open the scene in what appears to be Tyler Debonair’s dressing room in the IIW arena... On the couch is Tyler himself, bloodied and bruised, semi-conscious and stirring at a very lethargic pace... He tilts his head toward the ceiling lights but doesn’t open his eyes*** Tyler: ”Nope...”
Tyler 2: ”I’m afraid so...”
Tyler: ”No... No!”
Tyler 2: ”Ahhh... Yeah”
***Tyler opens his eyes and sits himself up on the couch. He looks around, rubbing his hands over his face trying to understand what’s going on*** Tyler: ”Not again! Are you kidding me?! Where the hell is that son of a bitch?!”
***Tyler jumps off the couch, storms across the dressing room and throws open the door. He looks around the corridor and sees a Techie headed toward him*** Techie ”Mr. Debonair! I’ve been looking for you!”
Tyler: ”Hey, you! What’s the date?”
Techie: ”April nineteenth sir!”
Tyler: ”No, no! The year man, the year!”
Techie: ”Oh! Twenty-twenty-one of course?”
Tyler: ”Ah shoot! I’ve gotta get back to the ring!”
Techie: ”But Mr. Debonair!”
***Tyler doesn’t hear the Techie who shakes his head watching him bolt toward the ring. The Techie starts walking after him as Tyler darts through where the curtain usually is and stops dead at the top of the ramp... The arena is dead, empty, the night is over. Ring hands and other volunteers are tearing everything down as it’s pretty clear now to Tyler what’s happened. An almost out of breath Techie catches up to him*** Techie: ”I was trying to tell you, Mr. Debonair... Mayhem finished over an hour ago...”
Tyler: ”But how? How did they manage that when my match didn’t finish?”
Techie: ”Bam Miller, won the Hollywood Title match, sir...”
Tyler: ”That makes no sense?! Where’s Osh?!”
Techie: ”I think he’s in his office, Mr. Debonair but... I really think you should take a look at something first.”
***Tyler turns past the Techie and is on his way to Osh Vaughn’s office when the Techie has suddenly slid back past him and is patting away on a monitor. Tyler stops and raises an eyebrow at him, a look of utter frustration on his face*** Tyler: ”Look, kid... I’m not trying to be an asshole, but try seeing things from my perspective here will you? I’m not a happy bunny right now, the last thing I need is you showing me... Me, fighting Micky Kinkade earlier in the night... What is this?”
Techie: ”This is what I was trying to explain to you, Mr. Debonair...”
Tyler: ”Alright look, if we’re going to do this, you have to stop calling me “Mr. Debonair” ok? That’s my dad... I’m Tyler ok? Now what is this?”
Techie: ”Ok, Tyler... Well I just wanted to point out some things I’d noticed this evening while working on tonight’s event. At first I just thought it was coincidence but... Check this out.”
***The Techie presses play on the monitor and Tyler watches as he pulls a chair away from Mickey Kinkade who’s just downed Thomas Stone. As Tyler is challenging Micky to get back into the ring, the camera closes in on someone in the audience who looks familiar. Tyler balks slightly and takes a step back as he watches the man with a focused yet menacing grin on his face*** Tyler: ”Wait, is that...”
Techie: ”Uh huh, that’s the wrestler Eclipse Deimos... But there’s more than just this, Mr. De, I mean Tyler...”
Tyler: ”Go on...?”
***The Techie forwards the tape a little more, to Tyler’s match with Scotty Adams. As the match is in full swing the camera angle from this monitor once again shows Eclipse Deimos in the crowd watching on. Tyler strokes his chin and tilts his head as he watches the Techie forward the footage once more and stop on the Hollywood Title match, Tyler Debonair is fighting with an already eliminated Micky Kinkade and as predicted there again, is Eclipse*** Tyler: ”Ok, it’s a little strange but the guy is entitled to have a ticket I suppose man...”
Techie: ”Oh, no! Sorry! That wasn’t the weird bit here! Ok look... On the screen at the top of the ramp, just before all the lights go out on you and Kinkade, do you see it??”
***Tyler looks in closer at the monitor as the Techie rewinds at least three times to show him, what he’s talking about. You can just about see it if you squint, but on the big screen as Tyler eliminates Micky Kinkade and he searches for a chair outside, something subliminal appears to speed across the visual*** Tyler: ”Wait, can you slow it down, man?”
Techie: ”Sure, here!”
***The excited Techie pauses the video footage and starts playing it back at a frame per three seconds. Tyler watches the screen as we see exactly as he does... First, a countdown and some words. “4 - He... 3 - Will... 2 - Soon... 1 - Arrive... Þ Confusing what is real...”. This flashes across the screen three times and that’s when the lights go black and when they return we see no Tyler, no Mickey and...*** Techie: ”Woah, hold on!”
Tyler: ”Ok good, I’m not the only one who saw that then...?”
Techie: ”You’re definitely not, no. You disappeared, Kinkade disappeared...”
Tyler: ”And... Eclipse disappeared. Alright seriously screw this, I’m going to see Osh!”
***Tyler storms off, leaving the Techie standing there looking on. He rounds a corner and walks up another corridor before finding a door with a plaque on it reading “Osh Vaughn”. He slams his fist on it several times shouting for the man himself, but suddenly freezes when he hears a “cl-thunk-zzz” sound from the end of the corridor. He looks down to see both Mercedes and Steph standing there, staring at him with confused looks whilst Mercedes is picking a can of Coke from a vending machine, they both turn to look at him as he walks towards them*** MJ: ”Finally you’re awake! Are you ok?”
Tyler: ”No I’m damn well not!”
Steph: ”What happened?!”
Tyler: ”You tell me! One minute I’m kicking ass in the Hollywood Title match and the next thing I know I’m waking up in my dressing room and right now I’m looking for Vaughn!”
Steph: ”Oh, he left like an hour ago babe! Hey... Are you alright? I’m sure if you call him tomorrow this’ll be straightened out!”
Tyler: ”This isn’t something that should have to wait until tomorrow... This is something that should have been cleared up before the night was over.”
Tyler 2: ”You need to take a step back and you need to take a breath... This is that final test before we, well... Part ways. You know that, I know that.”
***Tyler leans against the wall next to the vending machine and inhales deeply, nods his head slowly to himself and looks between Steph and Mercedes*** Tyler: ”Ok, ok. I need to get some sleep and refocus my energy... How we getting back to the apartment?”
MJ: ”Casie is waiting in the car outside, she’s on the phone to Tyler, er, Godfather Tyler. He flew back to the states a couple of nights ago.”
Tyler: ”Ok, let’s go... The longer I stay here, the more difficult it’s going to be for me to settle...”
***Tyler turns and heads toward the stadium exit as Steph and Mercedes just look at eachother with exhausted expressions, shaking their heads as they follow him out, the scene slowly dissolving...
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...We reopen the next morning in Tyler’s room. The sun is shining through the skylight, straight down on the queen sized Laurent upholstered bed he shares with Steph in their Northern Quarter apartment. The bedsheets are half off as Tyler lay there dressed in nothing but a pair of denim shorts, welts and bruises covering his body from the three separate altercations the night before on Mayhem. He stirs slightly as he thinks he hears counting and huffing*** Tyler: ”What are you doing?”
Tyler 2: ”1... 2... 3... Jumping Jacks at the moment, you not working out this morning??”
***Tyler sits up in the bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes, where out of the corner we can see what slightly looks like himself doing Jumping Jacks, in a mirror off to the side*** Tyler: ”Ive got other things I need to work out right now.”
Tyler 2: ”Before you go... You know what needs to be done, don’t you?”
Tyler: ”Of course...”
***Tyler walks around the bed to the side facing window and draws the curtains, then grabs at a drawstring on the wall and tugs at it, watching as a blind begins to cover the skylight... He then walks toward his bedside cabinet and pulls a drawer open, taking out the box we saw him with previously at The Courthouse. He places it on the bed, opens it and slowly begins to take out the stone artefact. He walks toward the mirror as the reflection does the same, smiling, as the scene begins to lose its light...
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As the scene reopens, we appear to be in The Courthouse, but it’s dark and everything is out of sorts. We see Tyler Debonair walking towards the ring, fully dressed now in a pair of black denim jeans, black sneakers and his “Seven-Stages” hoodie with the hood up over his head. He’s carrying the stone artefact and appears to have walked from the direction of a mirror that’s hanging from a wall, at the far side of the gym. He slides into the ring, rolling the stone into the centre and paces around slowly...*** Tyler: ”You know, a lot went on last night on Monday night Mayhem and a lot is still yet to come at the next as well as leading up to Worlds Collide! Therefore I’ve got a lot to address, so I’m going to decompress so I don’t explode because I don’t want to manifest any negativity at this stage in time! I’ve just surpassed Distillation and Coagulation is upon us but there are a few of you who just aren’t taking me seriously, but that’s okay... I may not find you now, but I will find you in due course. Your plans to disrupt my chakras isn’t succeeding, somebody here is doing this to me and I’m beginning to get a fair idea about who you are, trust me you think you’re still hidden in the darkness, but you’re far from disguised!
But first I want to just clarify something... I’d like to just make clear why I did what I did, at the top of the show, when I stopped Micky Kinkade from beating down Thomas Stone, or was I saving Thomas Stone from being beaten down by Micky Kinkade? Well in truth it was a little of both, but let’s just get this out there eh? Because it’s probably one of the bigger open secrets right? Micky, I don’t like you... I mean I don’t hate you or anything but I don’t like you and well it’s pretty evident you don’t like me either! And when I saw you trying to take advantage of a justifiable situation between Thomas Stone and the thief, TJ Alexander, I just wasn’t going to let it pass.
Because as you’ve all been aware of lately, I’ve been seeing a lot of auras, from Curtis, to Scotty Adams... But I saw a lot within Stone recently around IIW and I felt stepping in was something I had to do. I’ve been seeing the clear lemon yellow of a focused mind around Thomas, as well as the same emerald greens I have, revealing a natural healer especially in the alternative... Stone also shows a royal blue akin to natural leadership as well as the violets that show a connection with unconscious wisdom. Thomas Stone does not need saving, but I wanted to show him that respect last night.”
***Tyler watches as the stone artefact rocks slightly to and fro in the centre of the ring as he stops pacing and leans against a turnbuckle facing the centre of the ring before looking up, he continues*** Tyler: ”Now that was something I maybe didn’t need to get involved in, but I chose to... However something I didn’t get a choice in the matter of, was the tale of three titles! That was a calling, I was drawn to those championships, all of them! But yet something or someone has still tried to stand in my way! Now I’m not sure who needs to hear this but one person I will address is the current IIW Hollywood Champion, Bam Miller! Congratulations you SOB you! You managed to capture the Hollywood Title, with everybody being eliminated... Oh, wait. But, did you?!
You see I’m going to address that elephant in the room now before it starts hitting social media, before it begins to hit all those wrestling websites on the internet! Bam Miller you are indeed one of the toughest I’ve seen wrestle since I got here and I’ve got to say you definitely deserve to be holding a title right now, but I cannot in good conscience call you a DESERVING Hollywood Champion when I’M still standing here and I was NOT... Eliminated. That’s right, I’m not surprised nobody has yet to speak about it since it’s been less than a day since it happened but facts are facts and yours truly was not officially eliminated from the Hollywood Title battle-royal, meaning you, Miller, haven’t earned that belt... Now, I guess the next question is what are we going to do about that? Oh, don’t worry Bam I’m not coming for the Hollywood Title... Not yet anyway, I’ve got other plans. I may decide to come for it at a later date, but for now I’d just like you to be reminded that you are just keeping it safe and warm for me...”
***Tyler slides down the turnbuckle and slowly begins to crawl to the centre of the ring where the stone artefact is laying and sits back on his knees, taking it into his hands. We see what seems to be a small glow burning through his fingers as he holds it. He looks up slightly with his eyes but keeps his head down toward the stone as a small smirk crosses his face*** Tyler: ”Tyler, I hear you asking, you mentioned the tale of three titles, what exactly do you mean by that? The answer is pretty simple... The Hollywood Title is the first and well the final one should be obvious. You see around a month ago at KKND, the man you all know as Scotty Adams defeated several other men to pick up a key, in the Key 2 Success match. Now Adams wasn’t the first winner in that match, two keys were available and the big man Russell Wayne got the first, but being the absolute machine he is Scotty Adams takes out Wayne on the following Mayhem, giving him priority over which belt he wants his specific key to unlock...
So fast forward to the opening of this weeks Mayhem and whilst I’m warming up I spot something on the monitor in my dressing room, just so happens to be Scotty Adams in his apartment over the weekend I’m assuming, announcing he’s cashing in his key and he’s doing so with the current IIW World Champion, Jake E Dangerously. So, suddenly my match later on that evening has gone from being against one of the toughest competitors in the organisation, a man who steamrolled through four or five other guys at the last PPV event, then bulldozed their way through another big bastard on Mayhem, to get first choice of their key trade... To being against the number one contender for the IIW World Title!
And then, it happened... That thing that nobody saw coming. Tyler Debonair and Scotty Adams shook the arena to its very core with a match that went back and forth so much, people would be forgiven for thinking there’d been an underlying earthquake! I think Scotty witnessed moves he’d never been on the receiving end of before... I love pulling off that Corkscrew Senton! Then Scotty hits me with the Melbourne lights and wow that was painful! But I kicked out and that’s when I saved him... That is when I placed Scotty into the Transfiguration! And counted him down for one... Two... Three!! Another cleansing taken place, another darkened soul absorbed of its negativity, but more importantly... I’ve just laid waste to the man who is supposed to be next in line for a shot at the World Title. What are you going to do?”
***The warm light inside Tyler’s hands appears to glow an even deeper orange, slowly changing to a hot white as he closes his eyes and lays it back onto the canvas*** Tyler: ”So what does that say about Tyler Debonair? It says here is a man who you could arguably say could and possibly should be, the IIW Hollywood Champion, given that he was NEVER eliminated from the Hollywood Title Match last night! Here is a man who should, for all intents and purposes on the very same night, be getting serious consideration on his next move after he completely outshone the guy who is supposed to be next in line for the crown here in IIW! But what it also says is, that here is a guy who knows he might quite possibly be moving slightly ahead of his station...
Three titles, that’s what I said. Hollywood Title, World Title, I’ve been on both ends of the spectrum and I’ve technically dominated on both... But in between the two currently sits the ongoing International Title tournament! A tournament that I’m still involved in and one that I have to focus on, at the upcoming Monday Night Mayhem when I take on “The President of Pro Wrestling” Chris Hawkins... Now I’ll be honest, Hawkins wasn’t really on my radar because I’ll tell you something about Chris Hawkins, I genuinely thought when I walked into IIW that he was a member of staff here, or a manager or valet or something! It wasn’t until I saw him in this tournament against Jesse James that I figured okay, maybe he is a wrestler...
But I shouldn’t have been surprised really, because I learned that Chris Hawkins is a former politician, so everything began to click into place, the dress code, the attitude... The aura! The absolutely full of crap PR spin that a man may pull out of the hat like a rabbit when he doesn’t understand , or fears something! It’s just all too predictable! You’re little more than a conman, Hawkins, plain and simple; a charlatan and a pretty poor one at that! You’re more of a pretender than Scotty Adams was. You’re walking into IIW and trying to live vicariously through your younger brother and those cracks are already beginning to show. Sure, you may have taken Jesse James to task, you may know how to wrestle and you may know how to fight... But it’s pretty clear who the real brains behind your little operation there is, hoss.”
***Tyler stands, the stone artefact still laying prone on the mat. He pulls down his hood and just continues to stand, looking around with purpose, before speaking again*** Tyler: ”Your so transparent, Christopher, it’s unbelievable. You’ve allegedly walked away from politics to become a wrestler but that life never leaves you and it shows... You know Curtis has been the only person I’ve stood across the ring from who’s remotely shown even a modicum of respect for my beliefs, my craft and to that end he had the most positive outcome to our match when all was said and done... But not much can be said for those who’ve done that thing where they act like they’re “in the know”, where they’re somehow clued in, to what goes on in Tyler Debonair‘s world! Firstly Scotty Adams just assumed he knew me, assumed he knew what went on and how Alchemy worked by pulling information from Wikipedia and now, now we’ve got Christopher Hawkins... Paying a man like Professor Lawrence Principe to speak so candidly out of context?!
Anyone who is anyone else and not your average Joe, would absolutely know that Professor Principe who don’t get me wrong has a brilliant mind, but has his own truth and beliefs and all his argument has been is that Alchemy was “not just pseudoscience”. However much like the arguments that Sigmund Freud put forward, Principe builds his arguments in such a way that they can neither be proved nor disproved, by building the case backwards from his own conclusion to fit his narrative and doesn’t actually do any true investigation... But hey! Politicians gonna politic eh?”
***He backs away further from the stone and turns away facing the outside of the ring now, looking out as if there were a crowd he was currently addressing. He leans against the top rope, letting himself hang over it*** Tyler: ”Now Christopher, you don’t mind if I call you Christopher do you? I mean “Chris” just sounds so high school jock and I’m sure that wasn’t you back when was it? Or maybe it was, I really don’t care but Christopher see, here’s the thing... You kind of let the whole ‘I don’t want to make it personal’ mask slip when you made it personal in the first instance by having someone attack my mental well-being so I guess we’re past that! As I said at the top of the hour you only do things like that when you either don’t understand something or you fear it and in your case it’s pretty obvious, it’s both! You want to talk about not lying or needing theatrics to get yourself over and yet seem to completely forget these are quite literally prerequisites to your job as a Statesman!
Something else that caught my attention with you, Christopher was something you said about how you wanted to capture Championships here in IIW, starting with The International Title. I have actually been meaning to ask you, in your infinite wisdom, how it felt... How it felt to be the only Chris and the only Hawkins, in your little group to NOT be holding a Championship belt?! I mean with Chris Nitro and your younger brother, Ryan Hawkins, The Purge, now being the IIW tag-team Champs, that’s got to sting a bit, doesn’t it hoss?! And this was what I meant by you living vicariously through Ryan. You sit there running your mouth, doing all the schmoozing but letting Ryan and Nitro do all the actual heavy lifting whilst you soak up all the glory in their wake... Not this time Christopher!
You talk about Jesus being cool with you, Gods knowing who you are, yet tried to discredit my belief system... Telling me you don’t want to make it personal whilst being as personal as one can be, you truly are a real legislator aren’t you, Hawkins? And no, that’s not actually the word I wanted to use... We both know why you’re the way you are, Christopher, we both know why you act as you do. You didn’t have a change of heart with your career you were just so bad at it, you failed! You failed in yours whilst Ryan succeeded in his so you set out to do what he already could...”
***Tyler turns back toward the stone, grabbing at it and rolling back out of the ring and walking back towards the mirror hanging on the wall. He stops short, but doesn’t turn around as he speaks again*** Tyler: ”Bitterness and jealousy overtook your very core so you went in doing what you thought you knew how to do best, lie, cheat, conduct PR, taking advantage of other people’s success and the credit that went along with it... The very same reason you’ve called yourself “The President of Pro Wrestling” because your Political route was never getting that far! But one thing you said was very accurate, Christopher. This isn’t about what Alchemy I bring to the table and it isn’t about how many votes you get from the public this is about the ring and what we bring inside it... This is about you and I taking it to one another full throttle in order to make it to the next stage in the tournament. Will it be The Nightmare Lock, or Satori? Will it be you delivering an Executive Order or will you be finding yourself on the other end of Transfiguration?!
The funny thing is, Christopher, I don’t think you’re as excited as me to find out and the other funny thing is, everybody knows that everything out of a politicians mouth is a lie so when you said I’m gonna get my ass kicked at mayhem, we all know the truth. Oh! And as for the little history lesson about the American Revolutionary War, whilst I appreciate it I’m really unsure why you were telling me unless of course your plan after I send you packing in the tournament is to to become a History teacher? Here’s a spoiler, Christopher, never play down another man’s life... Take my word now because I’ll be showing you my truth at Mayhem, hoss”
***Tyler continues to walk, doesn’t stop, doesn’t look back. The image somewhat shimmers and bleeds into itself as he approaches the mirror and then the scene starts to fade - to - black!***
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2021 14:52:33 GMT
The camera flickers on as the scene cuts open to Chris Hawkins at The North Manchester Golf Club a private Golf Course reserved for Manchester’s wealthiest residents. Chris Hawkins is seen wearing a red polo hat with a black collard shirt and plain polo dress pants on. The grass is as green as Iceland and the pounds are clear as a summer blue sky. As the camera zooms in we see Chris hit a hole in one as he turns around and looks at the camera.
Chris: Tyler I must admit I was impressed with your smear campaign. You would have made a fine politician had you choose that route the way your trick your followers are impressive, but I am not going to go back and forth with you about what is proven and what is not instead I want to address some statements you made and clarify some things for you and the people of IIW. You think I am jealous or upset because Ryan and Nitro are Tag Team Champions and I have no title you could not be further off. You see before I got here Nitro and Ryan were nothing more then two men with potential but no guidance. They had just taken a lose to the current TV Champion Rogue both men were feeling defeated but then I came along helped them off their feet and show them the path they needed to go and look at them now Champions because of my knowledge and leadership something you know nothing about. I am damn proud of them and admire the work I put in. I turn the pressure up on them and they came out as diamonds and soon Ill be joining them after I pass you by.
I am focused why your mind is all over the place are you worried about me and the International title or are you worried about Bam Miller and Hollywood Championship and news flash Tyler you are not the only man that got screwed in the match. Ryan Hawkins was never eliminated as well and is due his title match when the opportunity is right. You walk around here doing all this complaining and running your mouth blowing out hot air for the most part. You have no glue what path you want to go down and that will be your downfall. I am dialed in on The International Championship I know what I need to do to achieve it and first I must get pass you and your games you like to play because that is what you remind me of Tyler a child who has not grown up yet and woke up to the real world no wonder Fred is ashamed of you and disgusted with the seed he brought in this world.
Chris grabs a bottled water and takes a sip.
Chris: So yes, its damn personal now when you think you can attack my character and try to psychological analyze me. When you’re the one that doesn’t know who you are you don’t want to be called Fred’s son you don’t want to live in his shadow you want to be different but you never will guys like you don’t last Tyler sure your different you’re the new trend in wrestling right now but a new trend will come that will capture the people’s attention and you’ll be forgotten but guys like me who don’t buy into the noise and doesn’t play to the theatrics who keep their eyes on the prize. We are the ones that last through time because you disappear into the dust.
Being a Politician help make me the man I am today you think I was a failure when I was the best damn Senator New York ever had. Why Ryan was training in house shows I was changing the world. Make no mistake Tyler when it comes to The Hawkins just know you are getting the absolute best of the two and that is no shot at my brother those are just facts. I’m the alpha male I am the supreme wrestler in this match up Tyler you have impressed in that ring up to this point but when we meet just know its you end the winning streak is over and like Ryan likes to say your dreams are over after Mayhem because Ill be moving on why you are the left in the ring to collect your thoughts and try to pick up the pieces because you will soon come to learn why I am The President of Pro Wrestling and your nothing more then a dreamer. Prepare to meet your nightmare Tyler I look forward to being the man that ends you!
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Post by Tyler Debonair on May 1, 2021 9:53:28 GMT
***The sun is surprisingly warm with little breeze early on a lazy Monday morning, just a week after the Mayhem that ensued on... Well, Mayhem. Tyler Debonair has said his piece, he’s released his demons and he has completed his journey of the seven stages. Now, at not even two in the afternoon, he sits in the garden of a local pub just around the corner of his Northern Quarter apartment in Manchester, England.
On the table in front of him sits a short glass of Captain Morgan Spiced Rum on the rocks. He’s wearing black sneakers, a pair of denim shorts and a white t-shirt with a caricature of himself on the front, a pair of sunglasses sit over his eyes. Sat opposite him dressed in black dungarees over purposely designed paint splattered t-shirt, sits his sister Mercedes, a bottle of Budweiser in her hand and her legs folded under her on her chair*** MJ: ”Ok so, obviously last week wasn’t the first time you’ve woken up and been found you’d disappeared from the stadium.”
Tyler: ”Nope, but this time it was actually during a match and I woke up inside the same arena and not all the way in another country!”
MJ: ”And you’ve got absolutely no idea what’s happening or who it could be?!”
Tyler: ”Why no, Doctor Hankem, I don’t!”
MJ: ”C’mon Tyler, I’m just trying to help...”
Tyler: ”I know, I’m sorry... It’s just been slightly difficult since coming over here I’m not going to lie. Having Steph and Casie here made it a little easier, then you got here and things have really eased up but... I dunno, I just can’t help but feel, something’s missing.”
MJ: ”And we both know the likelihood of what that is, don’t we little brother?”
Tyler: ”Don’t, Mercy, please. You want another drink?”
MJ: ”It’s cool, I’ve got these, just relax. I’ll be back in a bit.”
***Mercedes takes Tyler’s glass as she stands and heads inside the pub, towards the bar. Tyler looks off into the distance, deep in thought when he hears a scraping sound behind him, as a chair is pulled out and somebody sits down. He doesn’t move from his position as the figure, kitted out in a hooded top, pulled up over his head and tracksuit bottoms clears his throat...*** Figure: ”How have you been, Tyler?”
Tyler: ”You’re not real... You’re not here.”
Figure: ”C’mon man... You know I’m here, I know I’m here. We also both know I’m very real.”
Tyler: ”You’re just like... Him... You’re another figment of my imagination, another one I’ve conjured up.”
Figure: ”Oh don’t be so damn childish and get your head out of your ass, Tyler! I’m not sure if something has caused you to forget, or if you’re in denial, but I’m sitting here as in the flesh as that couple who are sat there giving you and I the weird looks... And I flew all the way to England, to find my friend and see how my friend is doing after the way they treated him!”
***There is an extremely long pause, as Tyler continues to stare off into the distance. His fingers slowly drum the table as what looks to be tears begin to form in his eyes. He takes a deep breath, sighs and looks on*** Tyler: ”You’re not real... But thank you for playing. Don’t come back again soon!”
MJ: ”What?!”
***Tyler cranes his neck around fast to see Mercedes walk around with another of each of what they were both drinking, laughing at his comment and shaking her head. She places his glass of Captain Morgan’s in front of him and drops down with her bottle in hand. Tyler takes a fleeting look around him and doesn’t spot anyone that could have been lurking around his table, shaking his own head he takes a huge gulp of his drink*** Tyler: ”Sorry, nothing... I was just remembering something Doctor Hankem had us saying back at the hospital. So, where are Casie and Steph?”
MJ: ”They open up the school tomorrow, I thought you knew that? They’re getting everything set up.”
Tyler: ”What?! No! Nobody mentioned it to me... I knew it was soon, but not this soon. I’ve gotta go over and help, Mercy.”
MJ: ”Sit down... They know we’re here. Casie wanted me to keep you preoccupied. They think you need to relax a bit, you’ve been majorly stressed out! Especially since what happened last week on Mayhem.”
Tyler: ”Can you honestly blame me? Wake up like some hungover co-ed, only to find a match I’d never been eliminated, finished without me!”
MJ: ”Is the Hollywood Title that important to you?”
Tyler: ”I’d be lying if I said no.”
***Tyler takes another mouthful of his Captain Morgan Spiced Rum, as Mercedes who’s already in the process of drinking from her bottle, animatedly shrugs one shoulder and flips a hand in the air*** MJ: ”But why?! That belt was placed into the IIW by Shaun Hart at the express consent of Osh Vaughn to give the little guys a chance! Are you, a little guy?!”
Tyler: ”Let’s not do this again, Mercedes ok?”
MJ: ”No, no Tyler! Hold on. I’m not talking about being the son of Fred Debonair yadda, yadda! Forget that. Look at YOU! You’ve stepped through the organisations doors and you’ve had how many people put in front of you, so far?
Tyler: ”Well, three matches. Four if you count the Hollywood Battle-Royal and therefore a ton of opposition too.”
MJ: ”And you’ve yet to lose a match, correct?”
Tyler: ”Well, yeah...”
MJ: ”Well there you go! You’re pretty much four for four considering you weren’t eliminated from the Hollywood Title match too, and you’ve been here less than a month! You didn’t even need to be in that match!”
***Tyler contemplates this for a moment whilst he takes a sip of his drink and nods slowly, he pulls his sunglasses up slowly and places them on top of his head before looking at his sister with a slight smile*** Tyler: ”Eh... You’re right, as usual... You were right when I wanted to drop out of school, you were right when I almost blamed dad for Angeline leaving and you’re right about this too.”
MJ: ”Thats just me all over though, isn’t it? Never understood why you called her Angeline though? She was your mom, my stepmom.”
Tyler: ”It was just one of those things between us, really... Alright look I’ve had my break. Let’s get back to The Courthouse and see what kind of students they’ve roped in!”
***Mercedes sighs but nods reluctantly and downs the rest of her beer before the two of them get up and begin to head out of the pub via the back gate as the scene slowly begins to disintegrate into darkness...
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...We reopen on the rooftop of Tyler‘s home, the flowers and plants really beginning to bloom, his fruits and vegetables coming into their own and Tyler himself perched on one of the ledges overlooking Manchester. He looks neither happy nor sad, just focused*** Tyler: ”I arrived in England under an invitation to join the IIW after several years of dealing with a different kind of opposition, opposition that was always in my head and one that I had to work very hard to rid myself of... An opposition that existed only if I allowed it to and yet always seemed to be there whether I told the little bug to go away or not. It manifested like a critter, scuttling up and down the walls, whispering stupid little things in my ears trying to make me pay attention, trying to have me make sense of it all and then, it would just scuttle away never to be heard again, until it wanted me to do something else...
And then I arrived in Manchester, I found a place within the IIW and things changed! I took on Ryan McCann, I beat him, I took on Curtis and I beat him, Scotty Adams and a ring full of enthusiastic Hollywood Title wannabes and beat all of them except for the part that dragged me out of the ring and handed the belt that should have been mine to Bam Miller! And then... Then the scuttling started up again and that little critter was back again. That bug had manifested in the form of one Christopher Hawkins and he was staring me straight in the face, daring me to look away but I’m sorry Christopher... I’ve never been one to do as I’m told!
You see, the other thing I moved across the pond to get away from aside from the Resnick Neuropsychiatric Hospital, was all the nonsense political spin from those in charge and yet here I am, about to step into the ring against a man who’s got me wondering if I’ve walked off the set of The OA and onto that of The West Wing or House of Cards! So kudos to you, Mr. Hawkins! You truly do know how to play the hand you’re dealt don’t you? The problem for you hoss, is so do I... I may look troubled, distant, naive, but I can assure you I’m far from any of those things and I can also assure you that you’ll find that out, on Monday night...”
***Tyler stands up, feet firmly planted and walks along the ledge, as we realise he’s actually standing on the edge of the roof of his house and it’s pretty high up, judging by the skyline in the distance. The shops and tree line on the near horizon, don’t look too far down however as Tyler’s gaze meets the IIW arena, somewhere to off in the spring haze*** Tyler: ”In less than a few days time, I walk back into a place that I’ve never felt more at home in since before I walked into the Resnick over half a decade ago... And this time I face off against a man who has never heard of the word truth, never heard of the word humble and has never heard of the word peace... But that’s okay, because Christopher isn’t the only one who hasn’t heard these words or what they mean before, in fact a lot of things have changed in the last five years since I locked myself away and then flew over the water! For you see, people speaking the truth became lies, smear campaigns and “fake news”, but lies and bullying became the norm... Well not under my watch!
Christopher Hawkins has managed to do exactly what all politicians do, he’s made this not about the match, but instead all about him. He’s turned this into a debate ticket, a vote night! He’s doing his very best to gaslight every single person who’ll see this at home, into believing Tyler Debonair is even bothered about matching his unbelievable skills as a congressman! Top spoiler here, Christopher... I don’t care! All I care about is that you’re another obstacle in the path to becoming IIW International Champion! You would sell your whole family down the river if it benefited you, Hawkins and you proved that with your comments about what The Purge were like before you “came along” despite integrating in that you’re ‘proud’ of them... Because not far behind is talk of the work *you* put in. I’m surprised they can actually stand you, brother or not...
However my work seems to have been done extremely easily, it’s amazing just how simple it’s been to confuse you, Christopher, to be frank... I said this to Scotty Adams before and the same quite simply, can be applied to you too. I’ve only got to utter one phrase and the images and notions of Tyler Debonair swirl around in peoples minds already... You believe my mind to be all over the place when in actuality I’m completely in tune with reality, you’re asking if I’m worrying about Bam Miller or you? I’m not worrying about either of you, Christopher... Because at the end of the day if you allow yourself to be worried you open yourself up to all kinds of negative and dark energies. You want to talk about your brother also not being eliminated in the Hollywood Title match, Christopher, but there’s a difference hoss. He may have thrown his hat in the ring but you actually have to be officially entered to not be eliminated... If he was too busy focused on winning the tag-titles that’s on him, but c’mon now stop trying distraction tactics!”
***Tyler jumps down from the ledge and walks toward a plant we can’t quite make out. He runs one of the leaves as he continues to survey the skyline before tracing his gaze to the actual sky above and laughs as he continues*** Tyler: ”Ahh Christopher you really don’t get it, do you? My friend Tyler Debonair doesn’t ‘complain’, he doesn’t ‘run his mouth’ or ‘blow hot air’, no see this is that first bit I told you about... This is that word, truth. All I do is speak it, whether people like to hear it or not and for the most part they don’t and that’s where we are with you, Christopher... You don’t like to hear the truth! But you see there are two variations of truth, there is your truth which is you’re some amazing individual who has brought greatness to your brothers career and is going to dismantle me this week on Mayhem and then there is THE truth, which is that you are a failed politician and I’m the one that’s going to make you famous this week, on Mayhem.
As for my dad... Yeah, he may have been a little disappointed in some choices I’d made in the past, but he’s the one who’s been trying to do some bridge building as of late, not me, so I guess it can’t be all that bad can it? As for my trying to psychoanalyse you, Christopher I’ve not needed to do that, hoss... You’ve made it easy enough to read you without having to do anything else! You’re like an open book and at Mayhem I’m going to teach you about the second word, humble... Because I’m going to humble you in front of all those people watching. You like to think of yourself as some kind of mentor to Ryan, to Nitro, you want your work to be noticed and admired, the world to see what you’ve made them into... And like most who walk your path you’re overbearing, Christopher, your arrogance shines but I will dim that light when I introduce you to Satori!
Your confidence I’ll admit is admirable to an extent but it still makes my point that you stink of egotism, Christopher and that just means you’ll be the next in line, to be saved... Another ego death on the cards and that’s ok! Because that’s the final word I said you didn’t know earlier but would before the night was through on Mayhem... Peace, you will be at peace when you go through Transfiguration, your soul will be at ease when, after we’ve fought what is no doubt going to be a very tough battle, I cover you for the three count... So Christopher BOLO Tyler Debonair wherever you go, because I’m coming for you and after all is said and done it will be... A full lid!”
***Tyler turns swiftly and heads for the door to the rooftop, without looking back. He yanks the door open and heads inside, as the scene slowly dissipates into the ether...
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...We reopen as Tyler is making his way down to his living room, before he does however, he spots a letter laying on the doormat, his name handwritten with no address or stamp on the envelope. He quickly opens the front door and looks outside but sees nobody, so closes it again and heads toward the living room while opening the letter. He sits down on the couch and unfolds the paper inside, beginning to read*** Letter: ”It must have been a shock to hear my voice today, but no matter how much you try to deny it... Deep down you know I’m real and you know I’m here. You can tell yourself you’re hearing voices, you can tell yourself you’re seeing things... You cannot deny that you’re holding this letter in your hands which is why I’ve sent it, so you’ll stop denying what truly is and actually start digging deeper.
Not everything is as it seems, with anything. Your belief at your fathers disappointment towards you, your voluntary time at Resnick, who you can trust... None of it. We have known each other a very long time, Tyler and I will explain if you give me the chance... We will speak again.
Darius.”
***Tyler narrows his brow as he drops the letter onto the coffee table and shakes his head, scratching his chin in thought... Something deep seemingly aching to break out, as we fade - to - black!!***
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