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Post by Osh Vaughan on May 3, 2021 0:28:18 GMT
International Title Match Tyler Debonair vs Savage Grace vs TJ Alexander vs
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Post by V.I.P Eddie Zam on May 4, 2021 5:47:19 GMT
(Scene opens up backstage at Monday Night Mayhem, the International Tournament Final has just been announced by Osh Vaughan in a Netflix exclusive- World's Collide is the date , trip le threat is the match - We then go deep into the Arena, the Interview area. VIP Eddie Zam with Savage Grace stand before IIW Interviewer Michael Morrison.)
Morrison: Ladies and Gentleman , International Tournament Finalist Savage GRACE from obscurity , has gotten back to back wins for the first time in his career, his first Pay Per View event in his career is now around the corner ... what an achievement, tell us how it feels?
(Savage Grace looks in all sorts of bother after the beating he just took, VIP Eddie Zam looks pleased as ever, white towel around his neck...... he makes the sign of the cross. Savage Grace approaches the microphone to thank Morrison and his Fans. Before he can get one letter or sound out- Zam sticks his hand out and pushes him back)
Grace: ..................................
Zam: Now wait a damn virgin minute here Michael.... I'm the reason this man just made history, IM the reason this man just made it to the International Tournament Finals, Im the reason this man has even wrestled on Monday Night Mayhem to begin with, I'm the reason this man is even known by the people of Manchester... So, if we are gonna be fair, sincere and truthful about things, about life.... You should ask me how it FEELS!
You should ask me how it feels, how it feels- to set a goal , and achieve that goal. I signed up with Intense International Wrestling for two things ... too pass on my knowledge to the next generation, by enlightening them and too help them become their TRUE SELVES!! And inside all of us, lays our TRUE SELF- inside all of US , lays the true man - there lays, the winner, there is the survivor, there lays the HOMBRE .... the fable, the Brave...The true self- its only summoning the courage and the mental fortitude to bring that to the fore front. Easier said then done.....
(Eddie Zam pats Savage Grace on the back hard)
Zam: Now, I dont need to summon that courage or mental fortitude- I was born with it, a Stelium in the sign of the lion, born to be, born to breed, born to Win... yet others around me are not so Lucky or fortunate - El Sol, The Sun hasn't bestowed its gifts to them- Sometimes tough love, bitter truths and harsh lessons are what is needed, to push them, to help them to that next step, becoming their true selves! You know- getting over the hump.
... and thats what I specialize in... and Savage Grace who obviously needs alot of HELP - has now learnt first hand the power of the Fail Forward FAST, Evasion, Escalation, Eradication....He has first hand experience now, of the power and wisdom, of the 1 9 7 7 . He, like the fans of IIW will remember today and will never forget World's Collide, they will never forget that moment.... When I get that beautiful belt in my hands. When I am crowned officially as the IIW International Champion
(Savage Grace seems somewhat confused at those comments and so does Morrison)
Morisson: We have had this very same discussion before Mister Zam, You aren't in the tournament, Savage Grace is...
Zam: You know what I mean, stupid!! Im gonna get my hands on the belt, one way or another and then Savage Grace will be the NEW ....Intense International Wrestling -International Champion.
Morrison: I'm sure Tyler Debonaire and TJ Alexander will have very differing opinions.
Zam: MUUHAHAHAHAHA Their opinions dont matter too Savage Grace, they dont matter too me. Now, they might matter to some of people of Manchester, it might matter to some of the fans in this world... yet each to their own. If you wanna paint your face and act like a clown... go ahead, Do it... If you wanna play Housewives and put make up on and prance around the place in high heels ..cos you get a kick out of it !!! Do it!!! No skin of my back Tyler Debonaire ... None whats so ever. If you wanna copy word for word what another wrestling superstar has already put to air , If you wanna bite my gimmicks and promos .. I dont care if thats your thing either Tyler.. or TJ Alexander ... or whatever the hell that monkey's name is.
You see Michael Morrison, these two individuals- Tyler and TJ , they are exactly the type of loser i just spoke about- the type too weak to accept their true SELF....
in fact one gets satisfaction biting and ripping off other peoples material , and the other at the ripe old age of TWENTY THREE thinks he has been to hell and back, thinks he is a Wizard of mind ... playing Barbie dolls with his sister....Fragile minded, twenty three year old loco loco loco....
(Zam rolls his finger over his temple area, signalizing 'crazy' .. He then stares at the camera sternly , his dark brown eyes sparkle like the black sun , Sophia. Heart and Courage.... )
Zam: you see, while I've been here in Manchester- I've kept one eye open on the NOT quite right side of the Roster.. and I've kept the other eye, on the Names, Names which are written on my List. Names with potential, names I feel could do with some of my assistance in life....Who better to lend a hand?
I was born with it, A Stelium... Sun, Jupiter, Venus, Mercury all on my side, La Virgin Maria , on my side, La Pachamama - on my side....
And since this is Twenty Twenty One, and everything is all about sincerity, honesty and transparency ... Tyler Debonaire - Let me be clear with you , hombrecito- I can help you, I can.. Yet before I help you, comes World's Collide- before my hand reaches out to you in 'Care' and 'Aid' ... Comes the IIW International Title... before we shake hands and I set you right in life ...before that comes frustration, humiliation and exposure!!
Frustration that likes you've never known, forget that retirement village you lived at, the place you call a hospital... forget that embarrassing experience ... Forget how anyone who ends up in such a place has the Mental fortitude of a Barbie doll.... lets forget that for a moment...Shall we? And lets remember what this Industry is all about..... Wrestling, Winning and Titles..
Lets remember I'm old enough to be your father boy, I'm old enough to school ya in Alchemy , Mathematics, Astrology ... and Wrestling. Infact ... Pick a Subject boy... I'll school ya in it, anytime anyplace anywhere.....You know why, Tyler???
Because Ohhh Mamacita , ITS GOOD TO BE ME!!!!
MUUHAHAHAHA
(Zam smirks runs his hands thru his hair, he passes his towel to Savage Grace who places it on his sore head- Zam continues.....)
Zam: Frustration, humiliation and exposure....You see, I will frustrate you and that monkey TJ- I will humiliate you both and when World's Collide arrives and all is said and done.....Savage Grace will expose you, TYLER... He will expose that two bit no morals, no honor - crook! TJ Alexander!
And I???
Well I'm gonna enjoy every moment of it- wise and poisonous, slippery and sneaky- opportunity knocks , MEN answer, The Sun invites ... MEN accept... Just remember kids- Born to be, born to breed, born to win.
You two fairies should be kneeling and thanking your lucky stars - IM NOT in this tournament... IM not the one putting on my leotards, tying up my ankle brace and marching out to the ring in search of my next victim... So I suggest you two cheap skates go get yourself a VIP ticket.... Find yourselves a spot, and get in LINE!!!!!
Cos this is all MINE........... Smooth Roughness in the flesh!!!!
(Zam pushes Savage Grace away ....and they both leave towards the locker rooms)
Morrison: Well there you have it ladies and gentlemen, World's Collide here we come, Back to the action!!!
(Scene cuts......................)
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Post by V.I.P Eddie Zam on May 7, 2021 3:49:52 GMT
Midday
The Big Western
87 Great Western Street
Moss Side , Manchester
(The camera pans outside The Great Western Street establishment, Its relatively quiet, a few deliveries are being made , the place is getting ready for a big weekend of music and parties. We go inside, the Cameraman is greeted by Wang)
Wang: Haii , Come , come... you like the beer?
(The camera man moves the camera left and right and signals a No)
Wang: Come Come, Beri Importent Men - up stairs- come , come.
(They pass the bar and make their way up the side staircase to the second floor of the place, and Wang points to VIP Eddie Zam's office door... The Camera man stands and waits .... Wang doesnt wait and opens the door slightly ... enough so that we can see and hear)
(Eddie Zam is wearing his black single strap leotard, with his gold elbow sleeve. He wears black boots with the initials EZ written in Gold. White Towel around his neck ... no knee pads on- in his hand he holds his old school Voice Recorder - with the little cassettes.... he is recording 'stuff'. Unaware of the IIW Cameras and Wang by the door entrance)
VIP Zam: Note to Self: Get some dancing lessons!! You would think by now someone as handsome, generous and born to be , born to breed, born to win... Un Hombre como YO, A man as myself would know by now.... How am I gonna impress Amelia, if I dont know how to dance?
Wang: Mister Zam!! You have guest!! Wrestling business!!
(Zam startled, looks at Wang... looks directly at the camera- his face written in 'computation' as he realizes that the IIW Cameras are rolling and that his NOTE to SELF ...was captured. - He Stands, and Slaps Wang across the kisser)
Zam: Whats wrong you!!!?? You stupid dope!! Get the hell outta my sight!! How many times DO i have have tell you and that sorry excuse for a driver Sandeep ........ KNOCK!!!!! Knock!! Before you enter!!!
DIOS MIO!!! Paciencia, patience.
(Zam , takes a moment to make the sign of the cross : signum crucis . He then stares at the camera- His eyes resonate - Heart and Courage - the black sun, Sophia, is his friend)
Zam: Now you better tell me you where NOT recording my private conversations, IF I see , If i happen too see my private recordings on Netflix - Im gonna find you , Im gonna find Larry Fishburg , I'm gonna find Ste Davies .... I'm gonna get who ever is responsible and Sergio Augustine and his group of little men are gonna have to clean up the mess...... Because they ain't gonna get in MY way , and they most definitely will not STOP me...
So you better delete that!! Entiendes??? Now , ven, come with me!!
(Eddie Zam invites the cameras to follow him. They exit his office ...and continue up the staircase - to the third floor. Zam turns to face the camera and adjusts his hair- greasy and wet as ever)
Zam: I invited the cameras here today , so the FANS , yes the fans - can see 'how' their newest hero and soon to be NEW I--I-W International Champion - is progressing. So the fans can see, how he is 'coming along' so to speak. So the hard working people of Moss Side can appreciate first hand- the MIND and Work Ethic it takes to train and prepare such a miserable human, such a talent-less hack.
(On the third floor hallway , they reach one of the doors which has a sign reading: VIP ONLY. Before entering he turns and speaks again)'
Zam: Yes, thats the reason you are here, the FANS. And because of the fans, because of the hard working people of Moss Side- because of that drive to succeed, that hunger , yes that HUNGER that few men know, YET I know it well, I'm very intimate with that form of Hunger - I was BORN to Be, Born to Breed and Born to WIN. Now , as I was saying.... Because of the Fans and That Hunger...
The Sun will shine down upon Manchester and Savage Grace will do the unthinkable at World's Collide - he will win and therefore I will WIN.
MUUUHAHAHAHA
(Zam goes to open the door, yet, thinks twice about it, smirks and continues speaking)
Now , what you are about to see- well lets just say - It will not be pretty. When I open this door behind me , what you will see, well it wont be for the feint of heart, Like that mouse Travis Blake , It won't be for the feint of MIND - like that Barbie doll Tyler Debonaire, it' wont be for the feint of spirit - like the CopyCat TJ Alexander. It won't be for the confused - like ugly Rat Mickey Kinkade. It won't be for the WEAK like that Samoan Mad PIG Joseph Manaia......
No, What you are about to see is for REAL men and REAL woman, for people with courage, heart, passion, spirit and BOLAS!!! You know Huevos!! Balls!!
(Zam grabs his crown jewels and motions like a typical Italian tough nut. He is about to open to the door , but pauses and continues - again)
Savage Grace obviously hasn't got those traits- The traits of a champion, the traits of a winner- So as I have an IQ of one hundred and forty and as I say ..... IQ Does Matter ...I came up with a solution, SO before we see my solution , before Ken in the flesh Dolly Debonaire and his Barbie slut of a sister - see my solution, before TJ Alexander that SLUG gets a view of what Im about to show YOU.. The fans.....
Let me say ONE thing -
At World's Collide, Dolly Debonaire and his army of loyal screaming freaks or fans , if thats what he calls fans- Im sure those fans will cheer him on, win lose or locked up in a mental ward. Im sure those fans would cheer him on- if he kissed Mickey Kindade... Im sure those fans would love it if he jumped around doing some high flying ritzy moves in his pajamas ....
I'm sure your fans will still love you Tyler!! You could draw a belt on a card board box and put it around your waist and YOUR fans would think you are the Real CHAMP... You could walk out dressed as a Giant RAT and the fans would NOT spot the difference..... You see Dolly Boy, Your fans are about as intelligent as a two cent lolly... a piece of candy... and like taking candy from a baby , So you At World's Collide you and your FANS better realize one thing - I will take the International Title from you, I will strip it away from you, like taking candy from a baby - easy as - ONE , two threeee!!!
MUUHAHAHAHA
(Zam with his hand on the door knob again is about to open it..........yet continues)
TJ Alexander, the slug of Intense International Wrestling, barely out of puberty - young , dumb and numb as I say- I don't know what your plans are for World's Collide weakling, yet I'm gonna say this ONCE and ONLY one time.... Dont get in my business!!
If you , or Stone or that PENDEJO Mickey Kinkade or anyone else get play the monkey around me, I've got something in store .... ...Remember:
The Master Teacher number, Thirty Three- I was born in nineteen seventy seven- that makes me smooth, rough, wise, poisonous, slippery and sneaky.
(Zam looks at the camera and shows three digits and then shows with his other hand another three digits .... Three Three, Thirty Three......He speaks)
El Tres Tres, Thirty Three .... Happens too be the name of my most trusted maneuver , And when I get you in this hold - TJ Alexander- there's no getting OUT.... Im gonna put you out for good.... You watch BOY!! You play the clown... I'm gonna retire you!
(Zam opens the door to reveal..... Savage Grace - Strait Jacketed and muzzled - He looks horrified)
Now lets not wait any further ...and lets all take a good LOOK at how I instill the TRAITS ... the championship traits into SAVAGE GRACE...... A man of my intelligence knows very well the BEST methods to get the best results out of a waste of skin no talent HACK like Savage Grace...... and this is it.....
(Savage Grace moves around in the strait jacket like a worm - in panic , to no avail.......... Zam grabs a Lead Pipe and smacks Savage Grace on the head.. Knocking him COLD)
MUUHAHAHA
You see , thats how its done , KIDS! Look, Listen and LEARN..... The 3 Rules of Success, Remember them inscribe them, because before too long you will alll realize why Manchester and IIW is sooo fortunate ........ hint...... ME .........and as I always said , since the first day I laced up a boot in this harsh industry:
Ohhh Mamacita ITS GOOD TO BE ME......
Now, off you go!! And dont worry FANS- Dont Tyler dont worry TJ.... Savage Grace will recuperate after these lessons and HE will be at World's Coliide..... Savage Grace will FailForwardFAST!!!
(Screen fades to black as we see a patch of blood creep from Savage Grace's forehead)
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Post by Tyler Debonair on May 8, 2021 11:55:47 GMT
^^^April 16th, 2016: He sat in his usual chair in “the day room”, playing with the chess pieces on the board in front of him. He hadn’t been at the Resnick Neuropsychiatric Hospital for very long but had already, for lack of a better way of putting it, made friends there. One of them was right now standing in the corner of the room, talking with the current CEO of the facility, Professor Maurice Duckett. He took the Rook in his hand, rolling it softly between thumb and forefinger as he watched his friend animatedly throwing his hands around in exasperation whilst Professor Duckett attempted to calm him down.
He couldn’t quite understand what it was that was angering his friend, but he knew that he’d find out later when they sat down for lunch, if he didn’t come storming over to him beforehand, moaning about “the man” or how “the establishment” needs to be brought down by them both and whoever else they could pull together to build an allied rebellion of some kind. “Federalist” he’d said a few days ago whilst helping Julia, the head orderly, clear up “the day room” and that word had stuck in his cerebral cortex for a long while after...^^^ ***Present day: Tyler Debonair is sat in the living room of his Northern Quarter home, feet up on his glass coffee table, hair is all shaggy as he’s just got out of the shower and dressed in his lazy gear of a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms and black vest, cup of coffee in hand whilst he is watching the most recent events on Monday Night Mayhem, via Netflix. Suddenly something falls from a great height in front of him and lands on the coffee table near his feet, he pulls his legs back and sits upright, looking at the Manila envelope that’s just been dropped onto the table, then up at Casie who’s standing there with one hand on hip*** Tyler: ”What is this?!”
Casie: ”That, was nailed to the notice board at The Courthouse.”
Tyler: ”What?! Did you see who left it there?”
Casie: ”No clue, it was there when we opened up this morning. MJ wanted to open it, but then we saw your name on the front.”
***Tyler looks quizzically at the envelope on the table, then picks it up as he flips it over and begins to tear it open slowly. He reaches in and pulls out what appears to be a few sheets of paper. He turns them over and looks at Casie as he throws down three enlarged photographs of an incident that took place on Monday Night Mayhem. Tyler can be seen outside the ring, in the dark with Mickey Kinkade, TJ Alexander is inside the ring and that guy... That strange guy with the half face paint is perched on the turnbuckle, in the next photo he’s flying off the turnbuckle onto Alexander and in the final one he and Tyler are locking eyes. Casie sits beside him as he pushes the photos away and sits back*** Casie: ”What the heck is this?? Who is he and why would someone send you these?!”
Tyler: ”I’m just as confused as you, Cas’ but this guy... I’m pretty sure I know him.”
Casie: ”Really? How?”
Tyler: ”Well, kind of... I was at the pub with Mercy the other week and while she was up getting drinks, I’m sure this guy came up and started talking to me... At first I thought I was having a relapse, hearing things but something about him that night...”
***Tyler senses something in Casie and feels he should probably calm himself down a bit and shrugs it all off. He starts to put the photos back into the envelope when he thinks he may have spotted something... Just as he does Casie stands back up and begins to head out of the room*** Casie: ”Okay... So you ready?”
Tyler: ”Ready? Oh! To watch the students at The Courthouse? Ahh... Yeah I had a couple of things I needed to sort out this morning, I was about to text you before you walked in actually, go on ahead I’ll meet you there.”
Casie: ”You sure? I mean I can wait?”
Tyler: ”No, really... I’m good. Just a few things I need to do that should have been done last night. Let the guys know to just go on and I’ll be there to see how they’re getting on.”
Casie: ”Is everything alright, Ty?”
Tyler: ”Yeah! Course! Why?”
Casie: ”Just checking... You’re my nephew, I wanna be sure you’re good!”
***The two smile and Casie gives Tyler a wave as she grabs her jacket and opens the front door of the house. He quickly grabs the photos and envelope and begins to study them again, noticing something right near the bottom of one of them... He shoves them all into the envelope and runs up the stairs to his office.
He sits down at his computer and fires everything up, turning to a cupboard underneath the PC, Tyler also turns on a scanner and grabs the photograph he noticed something different about. He places the photo in the scanner and opens the program, waiting for it to do its job. No sooner has Tyler placed the photo into the scanner, than it beeps indicating the process is over, he pulls the photo up in the editing program and scrolls to the bottom where he thought he saw the weird thing. He balks suddenly and raises an eyebrow as he sees what appears to be morse code on the bottom of the photo... .- ... / -.-- --- ..- / -.- -. --- .-- / - .... . / - .-. ..- - .... / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / --- ..- - --..-- / -- . . - / -- . / .- - / - .... .. ... / -. .- -- . ... .- -.- . --..-- / .. - .-..-. ... / -. --- - / -.. --- .-- -. / ... --- ..- - .... .-.-.- / -- .- -. -.-- / .- / - .. -- . / .. - .-..-. ... / .-- .- - -.-. .... . -.. / --- -. / - ...- / -... ..- - / -. --- - / - .... .. ... / --- -. . / .-- .... . .-. . / -.-- --- ..- .-..-. .-.. .-.. / ..-. .. -. -.. / -- . .-.-.- Tyler quickly opens up a web browser and goes straight to a translator where he types in the morse code he can read, on the photo*** Tyler: ”As you know the truth will out, meet me at this namesake, it’s not down south. Many a time it’s watched on TV, but not this one, where you’ll find me... Okay what - the - fu... I need to call Abe man!”
***Tyler, looking quite bewildered and at the same time annoyed grabs his cellphone and begins dialling a number as the scene slowly begins to slip into darkness...***
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^^^November 23rd, 2016: One night before Thanksgiving and now over six months after he walked through the doors of the facility, he is sat on his bed reading through a copy of “The lost book of Enki” by Zecharia Sitchin, the shouts and screams of the others echoing and reverberating down the corridors, but muffled as he tunes them out and keeps them locked away, separate from his own thoughts. He is so zoned out that he doesn’t hear the orderly call him once, twice then a third time. It isn’t until he pounds on the open room door does he look up^^^ Orderly - “Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I just wondered if you needed anything and to remind you, med call is in half-hour.”
Patient - “That’s okay, no I’m good. Yeah I’ve got it, thank you... Oh no, wait before you go! Do you know if he’s, ok?”
^^^The Orderly watches him for a moment, then there’s a flash of recognition on his face and he nods^^^
Orderly - “Doctor Rayna said she’s sure it was a minor episode, he’s sleeping it off, on the medical wing, should be back here in the morning.”
Patient - “Good... It’s her last week here, isn’t it? Doctor Rayna?”
Orderly - “Yeah, it is. You guys will be getting a new Doctor called Hankem I think they said his name was... Anyway, I better get back. Remember, half hour.”
^^^He mock salutes as the Orderly leaves, turning to his book once again, continually checking the one ceiling level window then the door between pages^^^ ***Present day: Tyler is walking along one of the busiest streets in Manchester, passing many retail areas and coffee shops, before he spots the man in a long overcoat, black brimmed hat and work shoes sat outside a coffee shop, reading a book that Tyler doesn’t recognise. The man looks up and a beaming smile crosses his face as he stands and extends his arms, his name is Abe Greenberg, his son Asher is the fiancée of his sister Mercedes and currently neither she nor anybody else knows they’re meeting right now. Oh, Abe is also the head of the Greenberg crime family out of Hell’s Kitchen, New York. He places his hands on Tyler’s shoulders and places two kisses on either cheek*** Abe: ”Tyler! My boy! I have not seen you since, well what has it been my boy?!”
Tyler: ”It’s been around two years now, Abe. How have you been?”
Abe: ”Oh you know me, mate. Still flying between the two homes, still struggling with idiots wondering how an Englishman sits at the head of the table at a family gathering in The Big Apple, still trying to sort the wheat from the chaff both back home and here and most important of all...”
Tyler: ”Keeping an eye on MJ and Ash...”
Abe: ”You’ve got it fella! And how about you? How’ve you been? On the phone you said you had a weird one for us?”
Tyler: ”Yeah man, there’s been some weird stuff going on in the last week or so! Firstly I’ve got this guy following me around, then he sends me this letter... Then he shows up last week on Mayhem! At least, I think it was the same guy. Now he’s sending me these photos with weirdly encrypted ciphers on them!”
***Tyler shows Abe the letter from “Darius” as well as the photos of the guy who showed up on Mayhem last week and the morse code with translation. Abe squints and reads it before bursting out laughing as he passes all the stuff back*** Abe: ”Well firstly I can definitely tell you they’re one in the same, in fact I’m surprised you haven’t clocked it yet, Tyler.”
Tyler: ”Clocked what? What do you mean, Abe?”
Abe: ”Oh no, that’s your journey mate... I’m just here to advise you. But your little code there, is telling you to go to Albert Square. It’s a fictional place on television show here called Eastenders but there’s also a real place with the same name, here in Manchester... It’s literally about ten minutes from here.”
Tyler: ”Oh really? What’s the easiest way of me getting there?”
Abe: ”I’ve got a car around the corner don’t you worry, I’ll take you there. Tell me though mate, have you heard from him recently?”
Tyler: ”Not in a while I’ll be honest, he tried to reach out, I’ve tried to catch up because I’ve missed him but since then I’ve had no contact... You?”
Abe: ”Id say no but I’d be talking absolute crap. He’s called me three times since you’ve been out here to see if we’ve spoken.”
Tyler: ”And you’ll be calling him once you’ve left me, to tell him we’ve met right?”
Abe: ”Nah... You told me it was important this was kept strictly in-house, so it will be. But what do you know of this bloke anyway?”
Tyler: ”I’m not sure... His entire aura feels very familiar, like I can’t shake it and he says we know each other but... What do you remember of my time at Resnick, Abe?”
Abe: ”That does sound weird... Not a whole lot if I’m honest with you, kid... Your sister had mentioned something about a new type of therapy they were trialing with you, but that was about it. She’d said it was going well, just before you saw yourself out.”
Tyler: ”So much of this just feels off... I dunno. Anyway, I’m grabbing a coffee before we head out, you want anything?”
***Abe shakes his head no, as Tyler stands and heads into the coffee shop, leaving the old family friend to go back to his book as the scene slowly begins to dissolve....
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...We reopen a little while later at our final destination of Albert square, specifically the Manchester Town Hall. Tyler Debonair is sat in a green area just outside the front entrance by himself on a stone bench type structure with one foot up and resting on his knee, looking around... Abe has left him here alone it seems, to meet with the person who sent him the code. He inhales deeply then sighs*** Tyler: ”You know, when I first accepted the contract offer to fly out to England and become part of IIW, I never thought things would turn out for me, the way they have... I mean on one hand I’ve walked into this organisation and put down every man that’s stepped in front of me, from Ryan McCann to Christopher Hawkins and everybody in between! I’ve taken out the likes of Curtis and Mickey Kinkade although that rat keeps getting up again! And then you’ve got the International Title match, out of sixteen participants here I stand against two other, shall we say, unconventional, opponents?
But then you’ve got the other side of what’s happened to me since I’ve got here... The incident right after I beat Curtis in the tournament match, where the lights did some weird stuff, the message on the screen and me disappearing from the arena, waking up in a warehouse in New York City, a similar incident during the Hollywood Title match, where myself and Mickey Kinkade in the ring, along with Eclipse Deimos who was for some reason in the crowd, disappeared after yet another crazy light show and message... Then there’s this this sketchy guy turning up out of the blue, professing to be an ally, helping me out when things are looking tough numbers wise but can you really trust people like that?! And speaking of things looking tough numbers wise TJ Alexander and Mickey Kinkade thought they’d done a thing when they buddied up trying to come firstly for Thomas Stone, then not only for me but also for my girl? And my sister?
Well boys you’ve seen first hand how Tyler Debonair handles situations like that. Kinkade you want to talk about how Tyler is all talk and doesn’t walk the walk and yet it seems like I’ve been here and up in your face every single time you’ve been fixing to open your mouth, hoss! You were all bark yet no bite whenever you wanted to talk about me outside of the ring but whenever we faced up you always had your trusty chair with you, so we never got a fair shout to see exactly who really is the Pod boss so to speak, spoiler alert Mickey it’s not you! If anything boy you’re probably an Officer Cadet but that’s about it.... Let’s see what you can bring to the ring at Worlds Collide when we finally get a sanctioned match, when we do this properly!”
***Tyler stands up from the stone bench and looks around, surveying the area for any sign of the guy or anyone else he may be there, to meet. When he first arrived, Albert Square was teeming with life but now, only a few people seem to be dotted around the area, as droplets of rain begin to fall. Tyler looks back at the town hall as he pulls the hood on his top up over his head, as he continues*** Tyler: ”Then we’ve got my two as I said before, unconventional opponents for the International Title, starting with TJ Alexander... If of course that is your real name? I mean I can’t be too sure given the revelations my friend Thomas Stone has already exposed about you, man... I mean, you walk into IIW, you sign a contract with IIW, then the first time you introduce yourself to the IIW Universe you’re quite literally rewriting the words of another athletes promo he cut, that didn’t even have a thing to do with this organisation and thought you could get away with it! And what’s worse is that you somehow seem to be getting so damn lucky here Alexander! But not on my watch!
I’m starting with you here, quite simply because I’ve got to see your arrogant, self serving, conceited shell on not one, but two occasions next week at Worlds Collide, meaning you’re unfortunate enough to take not one, but two meetings with Satori, you’ll find yourself making not one, but two Transfigurations! If you’re stupid enough to show up for the tag match I figure you’ll also be dumb enough to come at me in the International Title match too because you just have a way of... Being there, like those creepy crawly critters I mentioned before.
You were pitted against Kinkade in this tournament when you were first exposed and outed for the fraud you are but somehow, somehow you managed to survive past Mickey TJ and you escaped into the next round and then, when you faced Thomas Stone again! Again with Kinkade involved, amongst the chaos and confusion somehow! Some way! YOU ended up being the one who advanced into this final against me... I’ve seen you step into the ring twice and barely land a punch or tie up once and yet, here we are... Heh! Funny the way life goes isn’t it? And yet here’s me, busting my guts, dropping people left right and centre including the man who at Worlds Collide is attempting to take the IIW World Title from Jake E Dangerously! I’ve not heard one word from you since you attempted to “redeem yourself” TJ and I’ll be shocked if I do... But if I do, rest assured redemption will be the last thing going through your brain, hoss...”
***Tyler watches intently as people begin to rush past him, whilst the rain seemingly gets heavier. Not all at once, still sporadically and still sparsely but enough to make him suspicious of almost every man, woman, couple and even dog walker who does pass by. He continues to think as he taps his chin before going on*** Tyler: ”Now, the way this match has turned into a triple-threat hasn’t surprised me, but I’ve got to admit that I am shocked at both those who’ve made it to the final, with me. I will admit though the second guy definitely has risen to the occasion from where he started out! Savage Grace?! This guy walked through the doors as a curtain jerker on IIW Combat and I’ve got to give credit where it’s due because his brute strength and talent coupled with the nous for exploitation that Eddie Zam has, has put him in the position he’s in now! Standing in the ring opposite yours truly in an International Title match at Worlds Collide! And how does Savage Grace feel about this you ask? Wouldn’t we all like to know? But none of us do because Zam can’t keep his mouth shut long enough to let him tell us!
Let us just backtrack to how Eddie and Savage blindsided Jason Hunter before his tournament match against Travis Blake, then somehow just entered Grace in his place... Bewildered! But we move on, then let’s refresh our memories that Zam spat in Blake’s face and smacked him with the clipboard, Grace didn’t do a thing and yet... He advances, seeing a pattern here folks? And then during Savage Grace’s next tournament match against Mark Alessio... Eddie Zam ACTUALLY CRACKED HIS OWN CLIENT IN THE HEAD WITH A CHAIR! In order to get Alessio disqualified and advancing Grace into the final once more. I mean seriously? If you can’t admire that... What can you?”
***A slightly sadistic grin begins to slowly creep over Tyler’s face as he says this. He chuckles and shakes his head, he wages his finger as he tips his head back and allows the pouring rain to fall on him, cleansing him as it were*** Tyler: ”Oh Eddie, I like you, hoss... Really I do. You’re legitimately funny, in that animal caught in the trap kind of way. You’re intelligent, in that undercover cop sat between two hitmen scenario... You did something I don’t think I’ve personally ever witnessed someone do for their client, partner, friend or whatever in this industry and that shows great intuition Zammo! But you know what else it shows? Your hand... You’ve essentially already let it be known how far you’d be willing to go, in order to get your hands on that belt. And sure you’ll say ‘oh no Tyler, I’m willing to go much further’ but to me it seems you’re willing to do almost anything except set foot in the ring yourself...?
I’ve yet to hear anything from your client, Zam and I’ve got the feeling I never will, so I guess I’ll address you and he can listen. He’s bigger than you, he’s better than you and he, should he so choose, could place you six foot into the ground... But considering he’s choosing to do as you ask or tell him right now he’d better be ready for an all out war because as big and tough as he is, I’ll be there to take advantage of the laziness I’ve seen him show and you can rest assured, Zammo, I won’t be in a position you’ll be able to exploit at any time either...
I need to ask you though Eddie, are... Are you ok?! Seriously I’m a little worried for your well-being! Because I’ve been listening to you man and I’ve got to say when you speak I’m getting a lot of flashbacks to my time at the hospital and believe me when I say, that’s not a good thing! You say I’m too weak to “accept my true self”? I put it to you Mr. Zam that you’ve never formally met Tyler Debonair yet! But don’t worry, you soon will and then you’ll realise the flaw in your thought process because if you truly knew anything about me, you’d realise I know my true self as well as everybody else’s, in depth and in detail...”
***Tyler walks towards the entrance of the town hall but stops short as he thinks he’s seen something, or someone, watching him. He turns but spots nobody in particularly, so walks back toward the door of the town hall that’s now standing ajar, stopping just before going in*** Tyler: ”I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about when you speak of offering your hand, Zam... I’m not sure what kind of distraction tactics these are?! Do you not know, Tyler Debonair is the one who helps people?! I am the one who saves people! And once all is said and done at Worlds Collide, when the smoke has cleared, the dust has settled and the decrepit stench of Mickey Kinkade’s breath has disappeared... I will have saved Savage Grace from YOU! And if you’re lucky, I’ll have saved you, from yourself! As I said hoss, are you ok?? You know delusions of grandeur would land you in Resnick at the snap of a finger...?
Savage Grace... You big beast, I know you can hear me and I know you can understand every single word I’m saying. I know that you are a formidable opponent, or at least I know you COULD be, if you didn’t have that self-appointed mouthpiece over there speaking for you and doing things for you, that basically give you zero chance of proving yourself in the ring... Zam doesn’t even want you having the belt, he wants it for himself and it’s a dying shame because quite frankly neither you, TJ nor Zammo are getting that belt. I’ve fought tooth and nail since arriving in the IIW for my shot! I’ve busted my ass for this belt and I won’t let anyone stand in my way!
So TJ Alexander... You continue to pretend to be something and someone you’re not, you attempt to make amends in your heart and your mind because your aura and your soul will still not allow you to be that man and I’ll take care of you, at Worlds Collide... Savage Grace, as much as I believe you’ll be my toughest competition going into the PPV next week I still can’t help but feel you’re nothing more than a puppet being controlled by a man who just seems to have no moral compass or direction in his life currently and no actual perspective to what he wants to do... And that very man, Eddie Zam, or should I call you Eddie SHAM? Because I’m not sure what your game is but I will figure it out, but right now all I can see is that you appear to believe that if you stand there and chat the utmost rubbish in some weird, convoluted way, making no sense at all... People won’t want to deal with you and will just look the other way allowing you to progress with whatever weird plan you’re hatching. But like I’ve told you, Zammo, I’ve lived with people like you... I know people like you, I’ve dealt with them as I will, you... I mean I’ve never said a word about going to hell and back for starters and what is your obsession with Barbie dolls, hoss?!? Trust me; I’m not the one who should be thankful you’re not in the match...”
***With that Tyler turns to walk into the town hall, but before he does he hears what sounds like a bike bell directly behind him and spins around in time to see a thick Manila envelope drop onto the stone bench behind him. As he approaches it, he spots a bike courier cycling through the square, away from him... Curious, Tyler grabs at the envelope and proceeds to tear it open, without waiting. He drops the envelope back onto the bench as he pulls a big hardback book from inside, turning it over we see the cover and title, it reads “The lost book of Enki” by Zecharia Sitchin. Tyler freezes as he notices a slip of paper hanging from inside the book, he pulls it out and begins to read it*** Note - Too many watching, couldn’t be there, the book should help answer a few questions. Tomorrow, after six... Home sweet home, on the edge and in your name.
***Tyler shakes his head and sighs in frustration picking up the envelope again, preparing to throw it in the trash. As he does so, he notices something else is inside, something small... He pats the envelope onto his hand and let’s out a small gasp as a Rook from a chess set falls into his palm. He looks around hurriedly as if the person who wrote the note may be lying and spying on him, before beginning to walk in the direction Abe had brought him from maybe an hour or two previously as the scene begins to fade out...***
^^^February 3rd, 2017: He sits in “the day room” watching the NFL Network on the sixty inch television hooked onto the wall, watching but not listening, all the screaming and hollering from other patients puts a stop to that. Suddenly he looks up at the clock as if remembering something and jumps out of his chair and heads out into one of the hallways where he spots a couple of Orderly’s talking^^^ Patient - “Where is he?”
Orderly 1 - “I’m not too sure, I think they took him already.”
Orderly 2 - “About five minutes ago, but he’ll be sitting in day release waiting... He said you two had another argument.”
Patient - “It wasn’t an argument. He said something I took exception too and I felt bad, I wanted to apologise before he left.”
Orderly 2 - “You won’t be able to go back there, you know that. Besides... He’ll be back tonight.”
Patient - “Look, just give him this for me, please?”
^^^The two Orderly’s look at one another as Tyler Debonair fishes in his pocket, before pulling out the Rook, from the chess set he’d been playing with before. He hands it to one of the Orderly’s and smiles politely before walking backwards^^^
Tyler - “Just make sure Darius gets that, OK? He’ll know what it means! Tell him we’re good and I’ll chat to him when he’s back! Thanks man!”
^^^He turns and slightly jogs back towards “the day room” as the Orderly’s shrug at each other and the one with the Rook heads towards the day release waiting area as the scene in its entirety begins to fade - to - black!!^^^
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Post by V.I.P Eddie Zam on May 9, 2021 3:34:59 GMT
VIP Eddie Zam's Office The Big Western 87 Great Western Street, Moss Side (The place is buzzing with Reggae beats and the drinks are flowing, up stairs in his office, Eddie Zam wears; Mizuno runners, Adidas Ink 3 stripe Tracksuit pants and white Tank top- a casual appearance- rarely seen in Public . He has invited IIW cameras for a sneak peak into his past and his thoughts- His demeanor is annoyed yet composed, lingering in the air- is the fact he is always one second away from losing his 'composure' and skitz'ing)(They are watching the TV , VHS player connected ... VIP Eddie Zam is going thru some of his greatest career moments, be they victories, loses, or savage beatings - for him it doesnt matter, Fail Forward Fast applies - and always has- since day one. we watch the TV....)--- AN: Alrighty then! Down to Rex for the Powers of Arrogance’s introduction! RF: And their opponents are the defending champions. They represent the Missouri Wrestling Alliance, and have had unparalleled success in the MWA’s tag ranks, then scoring a major victory over Armageddon for the NWC World Tag Team Titles. Please welcome the two men you love to hate, ladies and gentlemen, your NWC WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…. VIP Eddie Zam and Victor 'Big Hurt' Manson - the POOOOOOOWERS OOOOOOFF ARRRRRRRRRROOOGAAAANNCCEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ---- (Zam pauses it and speaks) Nineteen ninety eight, The National Wrestling Council, Across Enemy Lines pay per view, five sometimes six regional promotions, roughly two hundred men, all with goals, all with "illusions" - only a handful were selected , only a few men had their spots guaranteed at those joint pay per view extravaganza's usually extending multiple days. I was twenty one then, an arrogant hot shot with a goal and a birth right- and like just like birds of a feather flock together , I found myself rising to the top- fast. N-W-C World Tag Team Champion, not one , Twice. Now It might not impress you Dolly Debonaire, it might not impress the fans in Manchester and thats just fine. It's not meant to impress anyone too be honest. It's my way of putting into perspective, not only for the fans but for you- whom you are up against when you play selective memory games and over look me, when you plan pass me- as if I was just another opponent, just another name on your victory streak. (Zam stops, sips some Shiraz- he drinks from a copper chalice. )Now this feat, NWC World Tag Team Champ - it might not have the prestige that the IIW Heavyweight Championship belt has today. It might not have the significance the IIW International Title holds for me or the Pro Wrestling World and the fans in general.... Yet this was two decades ago, and today is today. The point that you should take out of this history lesson Tyler is .... I had to go thru dozens of other teams to get my hand on such a title, as NWC Tag Team champion it was a responsibility to tour the regions and defend the title - fortnightly, weekly it doesn't matter... the schedule was grueling, the body was sore, the days where a haze... You then had to be back for the weekly regional show and defend your spot on the hierarchy of the roster or your titles or honor or whatever was on the line- you had to keep it going. Mental fortitude was a must, toughness was a given- No breaks, no rest, no easy matches, nothing.
Now keep that last part in mind Tyler, take notes, I know your eye for detail aint too good, so write it down on paper. Mental Fortitude is a MUST, toughness is a GIVEN. (Zam press play on the VHS recorder and we continue to watch)
---- MH: That's it! We have a new MWA Television Champion here tonight folks and that man is Kurt Powers!
RA: Now what?
MH: "Dirty Deeds Done Dirty Cheap" starts to play over the P.A. system and the entire PoA starts to make its way down to ringside... Hurt, Zam, Britton, James, Austin, and "Sneaky" Pete all looking as cocky and arrogant as they ever have. Hmm, I wonder where Sire and Floyd are? Sire is in the building, but he is not coming out. Floyd, I have not seen him today at all. Maybe he is getting ready for his match later tonight.
RS: They now rush the ring and attack Kurt Powers! Hurt and Zam hit him from behind with their FFM Undisputed Tag Team Title Belts, and now they are just laying the boots to him! Each member of the PoA takes his turn at Powers, and then they roll him out of the ring.
RA: Eddie Zam goes to the outside and retrieves the MWA TV Title belt and hands it to Lewd.
MH: Lewd is still in the ring trying to catch his breath. Pete is asking for the mic...
(The crowd is very annoyed at this interruption.)
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(Zam pauses the VHS again and begins to enlighten Tyler and the IIW Fans)
Ahh yes, ninenteen nine eights third pay per view- A Civil War- The Powers of Arrogance, The Fast Flash Magazine undisputed Tag Team belts.... All my creations, all my doing, the greatest show on earth. And there I am, Being TRUE too myself as always- helping others , in this case Michael Lewd , a no talent hack, not so different from Savage Grace to be honest. Yet there it is , proof in the pudding, actions speak louder than words, there I am, putting others always before ME.
Now once again, Tyler, I implore you, take notes ..... underline the following - Actions speak louder than words, Proof in the pudding. i.e Accomplishments, History, FACTS.
(Zam avoids getting worked up and gutter mouthed. He presses play again and we watch.....)
---- DING, DANG, DUNG!
:: The crowd pops loudly, surprisingly one of the loudest of the night, as "Dirty Deeds Done Cheap" blares through the PA system ::
Smolka: Ladies & Gentlemen, here are your winners and for the SECOND TIME...
NNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEWWWWWW NWC WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS
"V.I.P" EDDIE ZAM AND VICTOR "BIG HURT" MANSON.... THE POWERS OF ARROGANCE RUTHLESS VIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLIIIIIAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNSSSSSS!!!
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(Zam again pauses it and continues to lecture the fans and Tyler and the shadow of TJ Alexander)
Same night, Civil War , nineteen ninety eight....Crowned NWC Tag Team champion for the second time in my career. Are you seeing where im going with this Dolly Debonaire? Are you sensing in that morbid mind of yours what I'm on about? I know what winning is about, I know what bleeding is about, I know what pain is, I know what bad blood is. I know what its like to carry a company on their shoulders, I know what its like to main event week in week out, and I know how to get in LINE and wait my turn, I know my spot, I know my position in LIFE. I know the The Natural Order of things.
Take notes Tyler, take notes - I know my spot, I know my position in LIFE.
I know that Im too good for the IIW Television title, I know that IM too good too wrestle Anthony Phoenix or Rogue, Im on another level- I would just embarrass them, frustrate them, humiliate them and expose them.... The same way I'm doing with you.
MUUHAHAHAHA
(Zam composes himself, trying to remain neutral. Does the sign the cross)
You see amigo, Dolly boy, maybe thats what your goals should be- The IIW Television title- or better yet, The Hollywood title- You aren't good enough to be the second best man in the company. The International champion automatically becomes the second best in the IIW world, the second best the roster has too offer. Not just in the ring , but on the microphone, not just on the big shows - Mayhem - or the Pay Per Views , but on COMBAT and at any given moment. Ready to cut a promo ready to step in the ring and talk to the fans - anytime, anyplace. Now with that in mind, lets just pretend that your delusional mind is correct. And you do win the IIW International title , you do beat a hack a no talent bum from the Combat show, and you beat a half hearted excuse for a wrestler in TJ Alexander. Let say you win because the lights dim and your little friend in a mask or painted face or whoever that goose is comes out , helps you and both you play dress up together, Let say we fast forward a fortnight and you defend the belt against Zach Steele the guaranteed number one contender..... And lets say you happen to win that, Unthinkable as that would be.... but lets just say YOU do.
What then Dolly? Are you really gonna call yourself the Number two man in IIW , are you really gonna have the guts; the mental and intestinal fortitude, the desire and HUEVOS, to go on social media and say IM the number two man in Intense International Wrestling, I take on anyone and everyone, sign up, any company anyONE.... Anyone in this world! Are you gonna have the balls to step up and take on the Champ- Jake. E Dangerously? On The Commander? On Jay Vaughn? You kidding yourself right? You really are delusional boy. The Champ- closet gay- and all would put you out of commission and expose you faster than I am... How dare you come out here in front of the fans, for the biggest event of the year - World's Collide- and give us a run down of your married life ... How dare you serve us some Days of Our Lives repetitive garbage. Tyler you are muy loco loco.
You got some nerve kid running your mouth about how you have worked your back side off and given it all for this title shot. Serious? You taking the fans for fools? The hard working people of Moss Side see right thru that nonsense. I see right thru that utter rubbish. I had a quick look at the Netflix "Meet Your Wrestler" content, the place where people see your development in your wrestling career .. and I see nothing , nothing from YOU.
(Zam takes a moment to breath and kisses his fingers , in a ritualistic way)
You lie Tyler, you aint worked for nothing, I've put more work into Manchester and IIW in one month than you have in how long? I've got more content on Netflix , more Social media activity . The nerve of you to blatantly lie is just pathetic. Now as the fans of IIW know, I dont discriminate in life- i give everyone a fair chance, dumb, smart, fat, ugly, small, big.... It dont worry me. What worries me is a liar, someone who will try and fabricate a version of reality which is NOT.
Like you Tyler, like you. Liars and air heads like you disgust me. They think they can twist reality and fabricate things too please their OWN fans, Too perhaps sway the neutral fans too HIS side, too use the success of OTHERS for their own gain. How dare you, How dare you come out here and play the monkey and tell me I'm afraid of stepping into the ring with you or anyone here in IIW. The only reason this match at World's Collide isnt a formality, is because I'm not in the match- The only reason I havent had a match on Mayhem and I'm not competing at the pay per view is because its not what I had in mind..... The only reason you are even in the finals and there is a finals for the IIW International Title is because you signed up before me- the only reason you are on a winning streak and considered a favourite for the belt is because you signed a contract with IIW before me....
Thats all, that is the simple reason you can prance around here with your ladies like you are someone.
How Dare you TYLER.. How dare you go out in front of the fans and LIE and manipulate them into thinking you gave a damn about Savage Grace or any other jobber on the Combat Show- Yet here you are, pleading with Savage Grace too hear you , pleading with the fans too see your true SELF.... You're a liar, thats your true self, a deluded liar- a certified nut case with illusions of grandeur. I told you I was gonna expose you, humiliate you and frustrate you..... Well you frustrated me , you humiliated me- you lied to the fans, you lied to the world.. You havent worked for anything- You dont care about Savage Grace or anyone else in the roster- you're a selfish kid....making a mockery out of the wrestling business- you will never ever expose me....EVER. If you want me personally in the ring - VAMOS! Anytime
Unlike you, I know my place- I know I can sit there and elevate any man, any jobber too levels they can only dream off- Savage Grace whether you or your stupid fans believe me or not- he appreciates what I've done for him, he knows full well that this might be the peak of his wrestling career and you think he is gonna jeopardize all that, everything that is too come , the future, the sun? For what? For you? For your pathetic plea? I dont think so buddy!
MUUUHAHAHAHA
(Zam sips some more wine and continues again......)
Tyler , hombre- I could have sat here and waited another week , relaxed and watched videos- but thats not my style - and I dont have anything else too see or hear. My intuition and Intelligence is such that when I see something i see it all. And ive seen ALL i need to see and heard all I need to hear . You're dumb, you're a nutcase - I've literally faced one hundred opponents like YOU- half of them better than you - I've seen it and heard it all.
Your're the type to watch a promo, watch a match , read a story - and interpret it 'your' way- Selective memory, Selective vision, thats why I told you ...TAKE NOTES , so you dont have an excuse to miss the MOST important bits of what Im on about - the fundamentals of what is DRIVING me and what caused me too return to this ruthless industry. Twenty years - I waited.. you think I sat at home and just stared at the TV? You dont care what or why , or the details ... you only see and hear what you wanna see and hear.. You conveniently avoid the truth, you conveniently skip the most important part of my message, of my BEING!!
The Sun, Courage and Heart- Did you take notes? Dolly Debonaire? Did you? Have you even bothered to watch all my Netflix segments in the "meet your IIW superstar' development sections- Have you worried about anyone in your LIFE other than yourself? You can LIE all you want but the devil is in the detail. Mental fortitude is a MUST , toughness is a GIVEN- Accomplishments, History, FACTS, Position in LIFE, The Natural order of things....You See Tyler, with all due respects , in my eyes you're a young kid with high hopes and big Illusions- delusional- yet you're a bum and a LIAR. NO doubt you will come out and analyze everything I say word for word, now that you are getting a taste of what I'm about . Yet- thats what you should have been doing all along
So Tyler-you can paint your face and paint it again, you can work the Netflix 'Meet Your Superstars' all week long- you can prepare your promo five times over the next five days - it doesnt matter to me and it will be of no significance. Say what you want, I heard it all and seen it all from you, takes me five minutes and I read you like a book, X ray vision - So in my eyes- you aint International Title Material- You overlook the details and then you LIE. You aint second best in the IIW and you aint even close to third.
(Zam smirks and adjust his hair slightly)
Where as
In my eyes, I, well I'm the biggest thing to ever happen in Manchester, If the Champ Jake. E Dangerously happens to get injured- I'll carry the company- If Bob Mitchell needs me to do some inter promotional work- I dont ask names - I just sign on the dotted line, Born to be , born to breed, born to win.
You see in my eyes, Tyler, I know my position in life- I know where I belong- I dont prepare, I dont ask, I just DO- And this position in LIFE is way way way above you.... Amigo.... So , win, lose, draw no matter what happens at World's Collide - one thing is guaranteed - You didn't pin ME, and I didn't step into the ring and send you to hospital. So its a WIN/WIN ..... For you and ME.
Never forget, and you can blame those ferals you hang out with, blame who ever- you had a chance to become IIW International Champion and you blew it- yet little do you know it's for the best - because truth is - you are not the second best man in the IIW and you probably never ever ever will be. Now off you go and prepare, I shall keep watching my VHS collection I shall reminisce and I shall continue.... this is the start of something big, the sun , the seasons ... it all coming together and whether Savage Grace is International Champion, whether some masked clown comes out and steals the belt or you beat TJ and the COMBAT jobber fair and square..... Its no skin off my back - you know why Tyler??
Because......
OHH Mamacita , Its Good to be ME.............
(The scene fades as Eddie Zam continues watching his VHS Collection with the cameras...........)
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Post by TJ Alexander on May 9, 2021 14:17:05 GMT
[The scene opens up and we are inside of a rented apartment. As we pan around we see that TJ Alexander is sitting in a chair. Next to him is a coffee table with several items on show such as can of Red Bull, bottled water, a cell-phone and a open laptop. TJ is wearing some blue jeans and a black hooded jacket with the hood over his head.]
“It’s been nothing but chaos since I arrived in IIW and the controversy that revolves around me. And sure that was probably my fault to begin with but I have explained all that. And now people can still harp on that fact, more for them. You see while others in the company are harping over something little like that I am heading towards the semi-finals of the International Title tournament. I’m currently in the last sixteen as of right now and that is because I have knuckled down and got on with it. Yet people still want to try and poke and prod at something that I already have apologised for. I am not going to allow that to ruin my career here in IIW. I am sheading to the final of this tournament whether people like it or not.”
[TJ grabs the can of red bull and takes a swig]
“And this week is pay-per-view week and it’s my first pay-per-view in IIW and it’s a fitting name if you think about it. We are heading into Worlds Collide. My match at Worlds Collide is a triple threat and I’m up against Savage Grace and Tyler Debonair. This match is going to be tougher than the previous matches, this match has a man in Tyler Debonair in it who has been handed this business because he is from a wrestling family. It’s funny because Tyler Debonair has once again spewed garbage from his mouth about how I am not who I say I am and yet he is the one wearing face-paint. He is the one hiding his face to the world because he secretly knows the truth that he will be exposed to be a spoiled brat handed everything in this business, while I work for it. While I knuckle down and bust my arse and yes I may get things wrong in times but I’ll always do the right thing. Last week on Mayhem was again full of chaos and with me and Mickey Kinkaid teaming up against you Tyler Debonair it was a onetime deal. But know this and know it well, if we ever meet in the ring one-on-one I’ll beat your arse. I do not come from a wrestling family, I have chosen because I love this. I have had this dream since the moment I put on a pair of wrestling boots. I wasn’t given the chances like you Tyler; I didn’t have the doors open for me like you did. I wasn’t given higher spots on the card just because of my family’s name. Tyler Debonair you will find out how good I actually am and despite my early mistake I am going to be walking out of this triple threat the winner. “
[TJ again grabs the can of Red Bull and takes a swig]
“Then we have is Savage Grace but more importantly his mouthpiece Eddie Zam. And to be honest with you I have no idea what Eddie Zam is babbling on about. But what I have heard Eddie Zam say is that I’m a half-heart excuse for a wrestler. It’s gonna’ be funny when we actually meet in the ring and you see how good I actually am. Forget about the chaos that surrounds me at the moment, I have apologised for that. When we go head-to-head and nose-to-nose I will walk out the winner. Eddie Zam if anything you’re a half-hearted excuse for a wrestler. You have one-foot in and one-foot out but after our match this week on Pay-Per-View I’ll gladly throw you out fully by your neck. “
[TJ smirks into the camera]
“Not only am I in this triple threat match but I am in a tag team match with Mickey Kinkaid against Tyler Debonair and Thomas Stone. But I’ll talk about that at another time.”
“I have my eyes fully focused on getting through the triple threat and heading for that International Title and I know that everyone has already made their minds up about me but in life you can always changed and gain redemption. Winning that International title after everything will be my redemption, knowing that I fought tooth and nail and I have battled through my own mistakes and to end up as International champion despite everyone saying otherwise is something that I will cherish when I am holding that International title in my hands.”
[TJ pauses]
“This isn’t the last you both will hear from me this is just the beginning. But at Worlds Collide I will have a redemption story and I will further on towards being champion. Believe that. Just know that and it will be easier to swallow when I am standing holding the International title in my hands.”
[Scene ends]
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Post by Tyler Debonair on May 12, 2021 15:04:29 GMT
^^^October 26th, 2017: The two men stand in the gymnasium, hovering around one another. Tyler Debonair bouncing a basketball in front of him while Darius skips on either heel from side to side, flailing his arms trying to take it off of him. Tyler spins around him, drops a shoulder leans back and pops in a three-pointer as Darius throws his arms up shakes his head^^^ Darius - “Nah man... I’m sick of playing you constantly, I need some new competition...”
Tyler - “You mean someone you might be able to beat?”
Darius - “Exactly! But no, seriously... How come it’s only ever us in here? I never see anyone else wanting to play ball...”
Tyler - “Your guess is as good as mine, man... In fact apart from that one girl I’ve seen in the day room from time to time, I was beginning to think we were the only ones left in here”
^^^Darius and Tyler both laugh but there’s a slight nervousness in that laughter, as if something they’ve said may not be so far from the truth. They set up to play another round, but just as they do the door to the gymnasium opens and Julia, the head Orderly steps in and waves them both over to her^^^
Julia - “Boys, med call is happening downstairs now. And Tyler, you have visitors.”
Darius - “Ok Julia, thank you.”
Tyler - “I do??”
^^^Tyler bolts down the stairs as Darius heads for the lunch room and the medical pods. He skids around the corner and straightens up, walking slower as he sees two of the hospital security guards coming his way. As he approaches the front desk he spots both his dad and sister being lead towards an office by Professor Duckett^^^
Tyler - “Dad! Hey dad! Professor Duckett?! Mercy, where are you guys going?”
^^^Neither Fred nor MJ seem to hear Tyler as he gets closer to the reception area and just before one of the guards can stop him entering, his girlfriend Steph spots him and turns down the corridor he’s walking along^^^
Steph - “Hey babe! I was hoping you weren’t sitting in your stuffy room! You ok?”
Tyler - “Hey, yeah... Where are my dad and Mercy going? Aren’t I supposed to be in any meetings?”
Steph - “Of course you are, but it’s not a meeting silly! Don’t you remember? You told Duckett and Doctor Hankem you wanted them to explain to your dad and MJ why you were so set on staying here, but wanted them to hear it from the specialists without any influence from something you might say...”
Tyler - “You sure I said that? Heh... That doesn’t sound like me, Steph.”
Steph - “What do you mean? That sounds exactly like you. Your dad was going off on you wanting to be here, you were talking about your state of mind and said the Doc could explain it without your bias, you said it when we were at Callie’s burger shack on Tuesday!”
^^^Tyler thinks about this for a second, as Steph wraps her arms around him, smiling and places a kiss on his lips as Darius pokes his head around from the lunch room^^^
Darius - “Yo Tyler, they’re calling you for meds. Tyler?! Yo! Tyler... Ty! Ty-Ler!! Hello? Earth to Tyler?!”
^^^Darius continues yelling out Tyler’s name as he and Steph kiss in the corridor, Orderly’s and guards just walking on by, whilst his name is yelled and echoes through the halls^^^ ***Present day: We’re in The Courthouse gym and wrestling training school owned by Tyler Debonair along with his sister, Mercedes, girlfriend, Steph and auntie, Casie. Currently Tyler is sat on an “announce table” somewhat staring off into space whilst both Mercedes and Steph are inside the ring, Steph currently has Mercedes in a headlock after getting out of a tie-up. A bunch of students are stood around the ring watching, but also looking at Tyler as Steph yells to him*** Steph ”Hello?! Tyler? Hey babe? Are you with us?! Ty?! Tyyyllleerrr?”
Tyler: ”What?! Oh shoot, sorry girls!”
***Tyler snaps out of his daydream as the students chuckle around him. He looks somewhat embarrassed as he jumps off of the announce table, walking around the ring and pointing at Steph and Mercedes in the ring*** Tyler: ”Ok so now, Steph! You’ve just turned the match on it’s head, so here you’re going to run up the turnbuckle and as you do, turn and cycle your legs along the top rope, turn again and bulldog Mercy into the ring! Then climb the ropes, for a shooting star press for the pin!”
***Everybody watches as Steph and Mercedes follow the steps that Tyler has just laid out to them. But as Steph is climbing up to do the shooting star press, he nods at Casie, who smirks. Steph performs the move and the “ref” makes the three count. But after he’s done and Steph stands up, arms raised, she turns to find Casie standing behind her! She feigns shock before Casie kicks Steph in the gut and performs a snap DDT on her to chorus of ooohh’s from the students, Casie rolls out of the ring, leaving both Steph and Mercedes laid out in the ring. Everyone whoops and applauds before the girls struggle to their feet*** Tyler: ”Now of course had that been someone you were actually having to fight in the middle of the ring there’d be no going easy! Had this been someone you’d have a score to settle with, no punches would have been pulled and no body part spared! But these girls have been doing this for a very long time and know how to train and work out before an actual match... These girls are some of the best teachers you guys could have, so if you’re serious about getting into the ring, if you’re serious about doing this... Pay attention to them and you’ll be perfectly fine! Right pair up for squat drops then Casie will take you guys after lunch!”
***Tyler watches as the students all pair up, around twenty four of them, which considering the school hasn’t been open that long and there hasn’t been that much advertising, is quite a lot. He walks into his office as Mercedes follows him and sits at his desk, turning around to face her*** MJ: ”So, where were you, yesterday?”
Tyler: ”When?”
MJ: ”Yesterday? You were supposed to meet me here, Tyler. You were supposed to come down with Casie and watch the guys train.”
Tyler: ”Sorry, of course I was. I had to do a few bits. I had left my phone at home too so couldn’t call...”
MJ: ”Anything to do with this guy who showed up at Mayhem? Or the photos in the folder me and Casie found?”
Tyler: ”It... May have been. Why? What do you know?”
MJ: ”You feel like you know him right? You’ve got a sense that... He’s been around for a little bit longer than you’re remembering...?”
Tyler: ”Wait a minute, what?! Okay Mercy you’re beginning to trip me out! What is this all ab...”
***Tyler jumps up from his desk as Mercedes sighs and holds a hand up. He raises an eyebrow suspiciously and she looks around making sure nobody is coming into the office*** MJ: ”Look, Ty... You’re my brother, I love you, but there’s really not a whole lot I can say right now. Just go see him tonight like you’re supposed to. It’ll be ok.”
Tyler: ”Ok now I’m really bugging!”
MJ: ”Tyler, stop trying to ask questions I don’t have the answers to, please? I would not let you get hurt but this something you need to work out on your own...”
***Tyler just stands there, looking at Mercedes before smiling softly and nodding. He feels in his pocket and fishes out the piece of paper he took from the book the day before and hands it to Mercedes*** Tyler: ”I trust you, but I’m not even sure where I’m supposed to go... This really wasn’t all that helpful if I’m being honest.”
MJ: ”Oh that’s easy, it’s one of the first places Casie and I went to when we flew out here. It’s a restaurant called Home Sweet Home, on Edge Street... You’ll love it, trust me!”
***Tyler smiles as he opens the office door, heading towards the coat rail at the entrance to The Courthouse, as Mercedes walks back towards the ring. Tyler turns as he grabs his jacket and raises a hand in the air*** Tyler: ”Oh and girls, don’t forget, First Class has its first show this week...”
All 3 girls: ”Oh we know!”
***Tyler waves and smiles as he chucks his jacket on, opening the door and letting it close behind him while the students carry on training in the background and the scene slowly begins to dissipate into darkness...***
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^^^March 5th, 2018: Tyler sits on a park bench, legs crossed underneath him, his eyes closed and a low humming sound emanating from what seems to be all around him... Not far from him, on the grass to his left and just under a tree sits his friend Darius, doing the exact same thing. This continues for around fifteen minutes until both guys slowly open their eyes. Tyler cranes his neck to look around and finds Darius looking straight at him, jaw part open and both men just start laughing with almost disbelieving looks on their faces.
The scene cuts pretty sharpish to a diner about five minutes from the park, called “Pann’s Restaurant”. Both Tyler and Darius are sat in a booth sipping milkshakes and looking at the food menus, Darius speaks first^^^ Darius - “OK! Through all our months of trying this, that’s the first time you’ve felt that right?”
Tyler - “Oh yeah, that’s never happened before man... That was insane! It was dark but we were both there and I could hear every word you spoke!”
Darius - “That was crazy! It got to the point where I could almost see our surroundings too... Alright here’s what I propose we do, once we’re back at the Hos...”
^^^Darius quietens down and begins to drink some more of his milkshake as the waitress approaches, he stops drinking and politely smiles as she takes a pen from her hair and opens her notepad^^^
Waitress - “Mornin! What can I get you boys?”
Darius - “I’ll just take some bacon, eggs and pancakes please.”
Tyler - “Same for me, thank you.”
Waitress - “Coming right up!”
^^^The waitress takes the food menus from them both and heads back to the kitchen. Darius takes another sip of his milkshake and leans back in^^^
Darius - “Once we’re back at the hospital we should try this from our rooms. As well as that lost book of Enki you borrowed me and the tablets of Thoth your dads friend brought over, I’ve also got a couple of books on remote viewing and Astral Projection we should look more into!”
Tyler - “Definitely, I’ve been trying to Astral Project for months in the hospital but keep getting distracted, perhaps with a focal point, doing it with someone, may help me... I’ve got my session with Doctor Hankem today too, so we can try it tonight.”
Darius - “Do you think they’ve monitored what we read here, Ty?”
Tyler - “What do you mean?”
Darius - “Doesn’t it seem weird to you...? We’re allowed to read such, I dunno, alternative material in a place like Resnick?”
Tyler - “Why would it? When you check yourself in, to a place like that you should be allowed to bring in what you want, right?”
Darius - “What do you mean?”
Tyler - “Which part?”
^^^Tyler chuckles a little confused at Darius’ question, but just as he’s about to answer, the waitress returns with their order and the conversation goes no further... Both boys salivate at the sight of their meals and grab their cutlery as the scene begins begins to dissolve...^^^ ***Present day: It’s six-thirty in the evening and the rain is falling heavily along Edge Street, Manchester, as Tyler Debonair makes his way slowly along it, dressed in his usual all black get-up. His hair falls in front of his face and he wipes it away as a smirk crosses his lips*** Tyler: ”So many times since I stepped into this promotion, have I had guys step to me verbally and not be able to carry it out physically... So many times I’ve had guys open their mouths, move their lips, but when it came to crunch time, not be up to the task of finishing what they’ve tried to start! Now, don’t get me wrong I’m not saying I was the toughest man on the block, I’m not saying those I took on were weak, but they were definitely missing something spiritually! I faxed guys who had done so much before meeting me and suddenly they couldn’t process...
I’ve said it before but I’ll count them off again... McCann, Scotty Adams and even Mickey Kinkade by proxy once before! They’ve all been cleansed and saved by Tyler Debonair before now. The only person whose aura was already pretty spotless because he’d been making the changes himself was Curtis! And now, now we’ll see more that need saving the closer we get to Worlds Collide, because they will collide and when they do... You want to make sure you’re on the right side of that cataclysm!
Mickey Kinkade, we’ll meet once again for something like the third time and this time you and your lapdog TJ Alexander will finally understand what it means to step into the ring with someone who hasn’t even hit the peak yet! You’ve mouthed off for far too long, you’ve stood there and talked and talked but finally Osh has sanctioned this match and I’m going to show you the mistake you’ve made, teasing the lion behind the cage! You guys are like those kids at the zoo, seeing the do not feed the animals signs yet still sticking your hands with food through the bars and now it’s time for me to feed, because Lord knows I am hungry!”
***Tyler stops outside a clothing store before ringing out his hair and tying it back in a ponytail. He stretches his arms over his head, yawns and continues as he walks on*** Tyler: ”And TJ... Oh TJ, I knew you wouldn’t be smart enough to just keep yourself away, hoss... You know, I was just going to step back, hold my hands up and just let things be as they’re going to be. But you couldn’t just let sleeping dogs lie, right? I mean TJ it can’t be both of your assumptions man, you can’t have it both ways! Either I’ve had everything handed to me because I’m from a Wrestling family or I’m trying to disguise who I am because I don’t want people to know?! Which is it?! You just keep talking and talking boy, you clearly know nothing about Tyler Debonair.
Given chances because of his family name? Hah! Higher spots? Oh boy... You’re barking up the wrong tree there son and if you knew absolutely anything about me, you’d know that’s the furthest thing from the truth! You’d better get your head in the game as well TJ because if you don’t my friend then you’ll realise a little bit too late that the match you’re in this weekend at Worlds Collide against Savage Grace and me, is for the IIW International Title man... Good luck with that though!”
***Tyler stops and deadpan glares ahead, his head bows ever so slightly, but his eyes continue to stay fixed forward. The edges of his lips curl a little and he bites his lip a little in thought*** Tyler: ”And then, there’s Savage silence... And of course his mouthbreather, Eddie Scam, I mean Sham! Sorry, Zam! Here we have a guy who’s just a little bit older than my pops and who sadly seems to have lost his way and good Lord it - is - sad! This is a man who’s walked into IIW with all the tools in the world to have taken this place by storm, with force! And what does he go and do? The man has pulled one of the lowly upper card brutes from IIW’s Combat shows in Savage Grace, all to make him into some Marius Josipovic, now that’s sneaky, Pete! You’re a try hard Eddie and it shows a little too much...
You see, at first I didn’t quite get the whole spiel with you telling me that you could help me, that you’d offer your hand and everything else you said but the more I thought about it, the more it slowly began to sink in... You’re using Savage Grace to get to me! You wanted to see just how far you could take him in the International Title tournament to see, just who’d be there at the end. You know that Tyler Debonair is going to put your boy down! You know he’s going to come out the other side of Worlds Collide the International Champion so you’re subtly hedging your bets before the wheel has stopped spinning, there’s only one problem there hoss... Tyler Debonair doesn’t want to know!
Do you really think I’d consider aligning myself with someone like you, Zammo? Someone whose stock has probably, no not even probably, whose stock has categorically plummeted due to a decision he made a couple of months ago in offering his contractual services to a minion like Savage Grace, even one as big and tough as he is?! Your ability to pick a winner has clearly diminished in your old age Eddie and you’ve realised that, evidently! And as much as I appreciate that you’re finally coming to terms with the mistake you made not speaking to Tyler Debonair in the first place and as honoured as I am that you’ve seen the error of your ways I’m afraid that my actions speak louder than words and this is something you and your client will understand at the upcoming PPV!”
***Tyler looks up as the rain appears to be dying down a little, he wipes the water off of his face with the palm of his right hand, before turning his head toward a store front across the road. He notices the name on the canopy above the windows reads “Home sweet Home” and realises this is the place, before turning away again before continuing to speak*** Tyler: ”I’m beginning to wonder if they did indeed roll you out of a psych ward to be here, Zammo... That or some old folks home, because you do genuinely give off an air of senility! I mean this grade-a gobbledygook you chat is undeniably random kind of like the stuff my own Grandpa speaks when I go visit him! I mean it’s either that, or you think you’re that intelligent you’re trying to do some weird kind of political gaslighting kind of crap?! Have you not learned from an actual politician in Christopher Hawkins?! Did you not see how he learned his lesson?! Maybe you should take a look back...
I’m at a loss at what world you’re in hoss... Army of screaming fans? Where have you been hiding ese? Tyler Debonair doesn’t have any “fans”, especially not ones that scream for sure. I’m beginning to believe you’re creating this world in your head and just living there, Zammo! But it does give me the impression that you’re somewhat jealous of yours truly?! Are you Eddie Sham?! Are you jealous, of Tyler Debonair?! I mean it’s either me, or my dad... Perhaps even my entire lineage?! But let’s be honest my family line isn’t something to be jealous of, I just can’t help but feel that you’re quite bitter, bro!
What is this, Sham? Genuinely... Do you actually listen to yourself when you speak or can your own Spirit not even stand to hear your voice? Does your psyche walk away when your mouth opens to utter words? I already know the color of your aura mi amigo, just like everybody else I’ve faced, I don’t even need to check Savage Grace’s, because it’s not really him who matters right now is it? Oh no, it’s you Eddie, always you! But yours oh it’s black, so, so black... It’s the color of bitterness, the color of greed and toxicity, it’s the color of a man who’s been top of his game wherever he’s hung his hat but right now is finding himself lost and doesn’t know which way to turn... But that’s okay, I’m here to save you, Eddie, I’m here to be your... Saving Grace.”
***Tyler just walks away without looking back. He walks toward the restaurant with a slow saunter and stops at the door, before adjusting his top before pulling open the door, walking straight to the maître d’*** Tyler: ”Hey, yeah there should be a table booked for around six thirty under the name of Tyler Debonair?”
maître d’: ”Yes, thank you sir. Your party is already here... It’s the table just behind this wall, by the door to the garden.”
***Tyler freezes when the maître d’ tells him that his party is already sat waiting, but he makes his way over to the table anyway, then he sees him. Sat at the table, dressed in black sneakers, black jeans and a black turtle neck sweater but this time without face paint sits the man from the other night on Mayhem, sits... Darius. He looks up as Tyler approaches but doesn’t utter a word until he reaches the table*** Darius: ”I told you, there may be times where you feel like you’re by yourself... But you’re never alone. I think we need to talk.”
Tyler: ”Yeah... I believe we do....”
***Tyler looks around as he pulls out his chair, making sure there are no press or reporters around as he sits down, leaving the scene to slowly begin to disappear into the ether***
^^^September 24th, 2018: Tyler is sat on his bed in his room, at the Resnick Neuropsychological Hospital. His eyes are closed and he’s in somewhat of a meditative state. He’s muttering something under his breath, but in his head he’s having a full blown conversation, or at least he’s trying to. He nods to himself as a tear slowly begins to stream down his face. Suddenly there’s a knock on his door and his eyes fly open, he rubs them dry and clears his throat as an Orderly opens the door^^^ Orderly - “Tyler I’ve been asked to come and tell you something.”
Tyler - “It’s okay, I know...”
Orderly - “You do?”
Tyler - “Darius has had to go.”
^^^The Orderly looks at Tyler oddly and tilts his head a little^^^
Orderly - “How did you know that?”
Tyler - “He told me he’d be going...”
Orderly - “He did? When?”
Tyler - “Not long ago... He said to know that even though there may be times where I feel like I’m by myself I’m never alone...”
^^^The Orderly just looks at Tyler for a bit, until he closes his eyes again and blocks the staff member out, signalling he’d like him to leave, so he does. As we then once more fade - to - black!^^^
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Post by Tyler Debonair on May 15, 2021 22:41:48 GMT
^^^July 16th, 2019: He sits in “the day room” every day for close to four hours at a time... Only ever goes out when it rains and that’s only as far as the gates, never any further and definitely not into town, the park or Pann’s Restaurant. It’s been like this for the last ten months now and things haven’t been any easier for Tyler Debonair since Darius went away.
He hasn’t been able to contact him via remote viewing nor find him via Astral Projection either, well he thought he’d seen him once in a lucid dream but didn’t want to take the risk of following the guy, so stepped back and woke himself up... And that’s when he saw it, the Manila envelope sitting on the dresser by the bedroom door.
Tyler had to stir himself awake a little more, rub his eyes a few times and take a few mouthfuls of water from a glass on his nightstand, before he slid out of bed and walked toward the dresser. He turned to look at the clock on the wall, it read 6:30am, this didn’t make sense... Unless of course an Orderly on the morning shift just brought it in, which was entirely possible although very highly unlikely... Tyler slowly peeled open the envelope and begins to remove then contents^^^ ***Present day: Tyler is sat in a blue convertible BMW M3 in a McDonalds parking lot, tucking into some large fries, straight from the bag. A large strawberry milkshake sits on the dashboard and a Big Mac is on the passenger seat beside him... As he’s eating, his cellphone begins to ring through the synced up car stereo, he hits answer as he shoves another handful of fries into his mouth*** Tyler: ”What’s up?”
Abe: ”You alright, fella? I understand you had your little meeting with Darius in the end... How’d things go?”
Tyler: ”Hey Abe, yeah we met... We broke bread so to speak...”
Abe: ”Well, that’s good right, mate? Better than breaking each others skulls ain’t it? You’re finally remembering then?”
Tyler: ”I don’t know what I’m remembering or what I’ve forgotten. I’m not sure how much I can trust of what he’s telling me or what my dreams are saying, Abe...”
Abe: ”Would it help you, if I told you right... That this bloke has been one of your best mates, for the last five years? And I can vouch for him because you have personally told me this?”
Tyler: ”It would not.”
Abe: ”And why not?”
Tyler: ”Because right now I don’t know what’s real and what’s not, Abe. I don’t know who to trust and who I can turn to, who to leave in the dark and who to run from... The only person who I can rely on at this very moment is myself...”
Abe: ”Exactly mate... Well done.”
***Tyler is halfway through his Big Mac at this point and just stops, giving his car cellphone system a weird look when Abe says this. He swallows the mouthful he’s chewing and puts his seatbelt on as he chucks the rubbish in his car in the trash and takes another big bite of the burger, chasing it down with milkshake before turning on the ignition*** Tyler: ”Wait, sorry... What?!”
Abe: ”If you don’t know who you can turn to, including me, don’t. If you don’t know who you can tell, don’t. If you only feel you can trust your own mind, your own soul, your own Psyche... You need to do you, Ty, fella!”
Tyler: ”You know something, Abe? You’re right... I’ve got a lot of thinking to do about a lot of stuff, but there’s one thing I’m definitely sure of. I’ve got some stuff I need to get clear, especially after last night. I’ll speak to you soon, thank you...”
***Tyler finishes his Big Mac as he hangs up the call, before putting the car in gear and beginning to drive away from the McDonald’s as the scene begins to descend into darkness...***
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^^^March 12th, 2020: Tyler is sat in a circle with several other people, including Professor Duckett, in the gymnasium. They all seem to be overly relaxed, there both guys and girls... Tyler is bouncing a tennis ball in front of him as one of the other guys finishes speaking, he’d been saying something about seeing goblins on his bed at night talking to him, Professor Duckett turns to him next^^^ Duckett - “And Tyler? You’ve been here close to four years now and it’s taken you a while but you’ve finally decided to open up and share. Would you care to tell the newcomers about yourself and what it is that keeps you comfortable here at Resnick?”
Tyler - “Well of course, Professor Duckett, it’s your dulcet tones... But no, in all honesty I’m here because it allows me to express myself and be open to the many possibilities that surround me both in here and the outside world.”
Duckett - “But of course, as with anywhere there are rules and should you not stick to them, then well...”
Tyler - Then you’ll be asked to leave and moved to another area, where you won’t be able to disturb the other patients. I’m well aware, sir...
^^^The look Tyler gives Professor Duckett is one of a jovial nature, but underneath there appears to be a dark tone, lying in wait... Duckett’s returning glance appears to be similar in feel, but the others in the room, just don’t seem to notice, as the Professor continues his session and Tyler leans back in his chair throwing the ball into the air^^^ ***Present day: The crowd roar with excitement in the IIW arena as one of its resident Combat white knight’s, Zachary Earnsdale has just taken a beating from Simon Star yet managed to pull out the win... As Earnsdale is celebrating, Star slams a double axe-handle into his back and starts to lay into him!*** Scott James: “And clearly, Mike, Star has taken exception to Zachary‘s bravado tonight!”
Mike Fisher: “Bravado?! Simon Star tried to play the ref here and Zachary still won and look at this! Oh! Oh no wait! What’s this!”
Scott James: “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me, really?!”
***The crowd go absolutely nuts as sprinting through the curtain and down the aisle, comes none other than Tyler Debonair! He doesn’t even have to do anything as no sooner has he slid under the bottom rope and into the ring, does Simon Star hip on out and up the aisle, pointing into the ring with Tyler just glaring at him...*** Mike Fisher: “Tyler Debonair waving Simon Star off, now checking to see if Zachary Earnsdale is okay... He nods, Tyler raises his arm and the crowd...”
Scott James: “HOLY SWEET MOTHER MULE KICK TO THE HEAD! What has Tyler just done?! Tyler Debonair just nailed Zachary in the kisser with his boot and this crowd are STUNNED!”
Mike Fisher: “What in the... What is he doing?! He just rolls Earnsdale out of the ring like it’s nothing and now he’s, he’s calling for a microphone?!”
***The crowd don’t jeer, they don’t boo, they’re just absolutely silent... They don’t know what to make of what Tyler has just don’t and he, just stands there. He holds the microphone up*** Tyler: ”So... I suppose this is where I say that, this is your fault, all you guys sitting here watching me, or, you guys at home watching on Netflix. Or I suppose I say that this is to do with my daddy issues or something like that, I’m not sure because I left the script in the car... So let me go off book and just speak from the soul. Firstly two apologies, Zachary the first one is to you, because Lord knows I didn’t want to do what I just did, you were just in the ring at the time, I had to send a message yadda yadda, collateral damage or something I dunno... The second apology goes out to TJ Alexander because you know something? You’re right hoss, you’re absolutely right. You did get caught out, you did mess up and you keep coming back despite the stuff that keeps getting thrown at you... But don’t let that fool you into thinking I’m not going to absolutely tear you limb from limb at Worlds Collide to take what’s rightfully mine! Okay? Ok!
Next I want to address something that happened, last night on the first ever IIW First Class show... What you witnessed was the birth of The Coven. Casie, Steph and Mercy... That was the first message of an even bigger communication that’ll be taking place between us and the rest of the IIW very soon, so please pay attention and adjust your sets. You know, I can hear you guys by the way, Tyler you’re saying, you kind of bounced around there you still haven’t explained why you’re doing what you’ve done and what’s your point? I mean the truth is there is no explanation... It is what it is, the time has come and everything will play out exactly the way it should do...
Understand the privilege you’re all getting right now, witnessing this formation, this creation into new life, this reincarnation if you will... But of course with reincarnation there has to have been some form of past and some form of previous incarnation and that’s something that he clearly bypassed Eddie Sham! I mean I am really not sure why this guy was playing his old home movies for me? I’m not sure what he was trying to accomplish, did I say something that hit a spot with him perhaps?! Did I... Trigger him?!”
***Tyler begins to frantically shake around the ring as if he was vibrating or had been triggered by something and despite what he had just done, the crowd weren’t sure how to react, with some of them still chuckling at Tyler’s theatrics*** Tyler: ”Jesus Christ, Sham was right wasn’t he? You guys will laugh and cheer no matter what... I could probably take a sledgehammer to Cora Black’s kneecaps and you’d sing Ava freaking Maria! Anyway like I was saying... Mr. Zam wants to play some old school Betamax and talk about the things he did back in the fifties in the ring like I’m supposed to be impressed, the man is acting like Tyler Debonair hasn’t held his fair share of accolades... Just because I don’t brag it doesn’t mean I’ve got nothing to brag about, ese... Hasn’t anyone ever told you, to watch out for the quiet ones?
You can tell me you know what winning is about, what bleeding is about, what pain is... Brother I know what it means to take a dump after a night on the town drinking flaming aftershocks and eating ghost chilli curries all night, but that doesn’t mean I want to be an expert in the field! You can tell me you know what it’s like to get bamboozled by an angry Koala and I’d blink thrice and call you Peggy Sue mi Amigo! What I’m simply trying to say here, Edward, is that I don’t give two pots of household baby Sham what you’re used to or what you know! And why? BECAUSE I’M NOT FIGHTING YOU! And the truth is you’re glad about that, hoss!
You see that’s the difference between us, Eddie... I’ve been watching you from day one and you have even realised it. I saw something in you, wasn’t quite sure what and if I’m honest it’s gone now, but there was something and I had been keeping tabs on you so I know very well what you’re about and what you’re not about... Whereas you’ve paid no attention to Tyler Debonair before running that flap of yours, at all. I’m not “good enough” to hold the second belt in the company despite beating the man who could potentially be world champion this week, in only my third match here... Should arguably already be the Hollywood Champion considering I was never eliminated from the rumble but clearly there’s a higher power at work here who has bigger plans for me! But you... Heh, you’re stuck thinking you’re commanding a man who’s probably going to crack your skull open like a coconut given half a chance and I can’t wait to be there...”
***Tyler paces the ring tapping the microphone on his thigh as he does so, stopping by a turnbuckle and leaning against it. His face is very serious and his eyes, narrow as he continues on. Officials have just taken Zachary Earnsdale to the back as Tyler looks back into the crowd*** Tyler: ”I love the way you bring this quaint little joint up, to hype your own ego; Sham! It’s magnificent... Oh let me run the Combat zone as though it’s Madison Square Garden or Wembley Stadium! That’ll make me seem like a big game player! That’ll fit right in with my client! The big boy from little league! Buster Buzzcut! You asked me a question last I managed to decipher your ramblings Eduardo, you asked me if I were to win this weekend and become the IIW International Champ, then successfully defend against Zach Steele next Mayhem, would I be able to call myself the number two man in this organisation? Of course I wouldn’t because I wouldn’t be. I’d be the same as I was when I walked in here, hoss... The number one guy. Oh what? Don’t none of you act like you weren’t thinking it! And don’t none of you in the back act like you don’t tell yourselves it’s what you are every single day! We all do, because if you don’t, who will? But of course until you prove it... You’re not.
You know though Eddie what doesn’t make you something is the continuous ramblings of a delusional mind and all I’ve heard from you over and over and over again is “HOW DARE YOU LIE TYLER, HOW DARE YOU SAY THIS AND THAT” and yet the only lies I hear are the ones coming out of your mouth man! You’re worse than those infomercials that come on TV at like three in the morning, or those fake Pastors who claim they can heal you and all that junk!
I mean you actually sat there and uttered the words you’ve seen no work from me and yet my history is right there for all to see, the people I’ve put down to be in this final unlike YOUR CLIENT and TJ Alexander. As I said the other day, Zammo... You may want to go and contact the last guy whose soul I saved, Christopher Hawkins, that guy is an actual former Politician! He may be able to help you and guide you on how to lie without the outright transparency and how to gaslight properly! Because what you’re doing is just... It’s just plain weird man...”
***Tyler pulls a face and shudders a little before moving away from the turnbuckle and pacing back into the center of the ring. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before raising the microphone once more*** Tyler: ”So wait, wait... You got the wrong impression somewhere along the lines there hoss, didn’t ya? Nowhere did I ever say I gave any care in the world about Savage Grace, not once. I just simply said you were the stupid ass thinking it was a smart move making someone that end of the spectrum your client! And I said simply that I wanted that big old tank to hear me and I wanted to hear his words because quite frankly you old coot, you’re boring me. How’s that for some good old fashioned honesty? I mean the guy is my opposition, not you! Yet here I am wasting my time pandering to your ramblings, when I could have had a better conversation with any one of my floor mates back at Resnick!
Here’s the facts of the situation, Eddie bo beddie, Zam, Scam, Sham... Take your meds, eh? See we’re doing name calling now. But this is the reality of it. You take everything that you do, everything that you say... You take the situation that you’re in and you turn that on it’s head. Do you know what we call that, Eddie? We call that projection. You see Scotty Adams had an issue with that too, he tried to use that against me and it backfired; just like it has against you... Oh yeah I said it has, not it will. I’ve already seen the outcome and I’m prepared for it! I’ve also been aware of your position for a very, very long time Zammo. Don’t be afraid my friend because in the end everything will work itself out. You’ve done the best you can and it’s alright, it wasn’t your fault... I mean at least you tried right, at least you can say that! It’s just a shame that you’re going to have to be the first, the first of many...
You really, really thought that you had something special going on there for a moment didn’t you, Eddie? I’m sorry... It had to be done because I couldn’t let the mask slip. The recourse would have been terrible and I’m afraid the sacrifice was just too great to let go. And now at Worlds Collide when I finally step foot in the ring; with TJ Alexander, with Savage Grace... You really are going to wish you hadn’t seen the invitation as something you could play with. Try and sleep well until the PPV Eddie...”
***Tyler’s lips begin to curl at the corners, before he smirks and slowly begins to chuckle to himself before he drops the microphone and falls to his knees, sliding out of the ring and slowly walking up the aisle as the scene begins to disappear into the dark...***
^^^January 18th, 2021: Tyler is standing beside a white Dodge Charger, owned by Casie Debonair on the grounds of the Resnick Neuropsychiatric Hospital, he is placing a couple of bags into the boot, as Casie and Mercedes are talking to Professor Duckett by the door of the facility^^^ Professor Duckett - “Well, the experiment has lasted a very long time and I’ll be honest I’m surprised we’ve been able to keep it up, but we’ve had some very good results.”
Casie - “And, now he can be seen as an outpatient right, Doc?”
Professor Duckett - “Indeed, he can. He’ll continue to see Doctor Hankem but I’ve spoken with your niece and she tells me that he’s going to be signing to a Wrestling organisation in England?”
Casie - “That’s right, IIW. We’ll be there to keep him steady though.”
Professor Duckett - “Just be sure you do, his mind is very fragile... And one slip is all it’ll take.”
^^^Mercedes has walked away and is on her cellphone to someone as Professor Duckett and Casie speak, she turns to see Tyler closing the boot and look at her, she smiles and waves, before turning to her phone as someone picks up^^^
MJ - “Abe? It’s Mercy... How’s Asher? I miss him, tell him that please? But okay listen. We’re coming over to England with Tyler, he’s joining IIW. Yeah, oh no he does. Yep... Yeah, after all these years he still believes he was at Resnick voluntarily...”
^^^FADE - TO - BLACK!!^^^
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