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OVERDRIVE IV CARD
Topic Started: May 30 2012, 08:32:14 PM (956 Views)
Jordan Post
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OVERDRIVE IV
TAMPA BAY, FLORIDA
Tampa Bay Times Forum
Show Date:June Tuesday 19th
Rp Deadline: Tuesday June 12th 11:59PM CST

~~~OPENING MATCH~~~

DOO DOO VS MR.PORNSTAR

~~~SECOND MATCH~~~

LIBRA VS ODOM

~~~THIRD MATCH~~~

NUNOJ VS SORRYN CROSS

~~~FOURTH MATCH~~~

ALEJANDRO VS LUCIUS TENDINON

~~~MAIN EVENT~~~

JESSICA JUSTICE VS NEELA
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Little Victory
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We go first for a moment back in time Mr.Pornstar had saved Stprmy Weather from some fans.


Mr.P.Woa I ain,t normally not so brave but had to do it and beating a woman I don,t do daily!
But I couldn,t stand there and watch a four on one attack from some crazu fans or whatever it were?
Yes it,s true I know her the widow of a good friend but I think when hadn,t knew
her had possible done the same!

Mr.Pornstar get a kiss on the cheek from Stormy Weather nothing more ain,t so
long ago the met each other at her husnand funeral!

Mr.P(off cameraYes I have seen Mary always else a loving caring woman nothing more yes did had feelings to!
But she was married and when we would start a affair behind Patrick back what had happend?
Wouls Mary choose for me with all my traveling or stay with Patrick what she did.
No maybe in near future we could find each other ain,t right this moment.
It wouldn,t feel right for Mary nor for me!

We are now hearing what Mr.Pornstar git to say about his match?


Mr.P(narrating) When I read who I honna face I did wonder if Do Do think wrong?
Yes that he can use me as a stepping stone I don,t think so sonny.
I do know your new you wanna learn the ropes ok gonna teach you it.
I don,t know who trained you but Do do you could be good but still so green as grass!
We will see if you got what it takes so come on big boy?

Will Stormy Weather accompany her husband it,s possible?
Mr.P>Yes my wife can be there for not the reason you think!
No there is a reason whay you will find out soon enough.
Why would I tell it you will find out soon enough I,m sure!

Mr.Pornstar grab his suitcase to unpack yes he talked to us in his street clothes.
Yes he wanna talk before he had to hit the gym.

Screen go on black.

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Nash
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The scene opens and were in Golds Gym in San Diego, where our subject is seen sitting up on the mat. He had just completed his reps and is taking a sip of the water bottle beside him. He releases a sigh of relief and leans back to look at the ceiling. As our cameras near the area, he stretches out a hand as if to say "stop". The camera man obliges as he sighs.

"I've been waiting a long time for this opportunity. The chance to wrestle for my first professional company. After spending years curtain jerking dark matches hoping to some day pay my dues, the day has finally arrived."

He pauses for a while as he slides out to a seated position. He wipes the sweat off his forehead and then grabs the sides of the pad.

"Now, before you say some smart ass reply, it wasn't because of not being good enough. I grew up in a poverty stricken area. Since birth, I've always believed in earning every little thing, even if it's a drop of water or a bread crumb. I saw all these kids walking in demanding attention, demanding title shots, all the like and I didn't see the point of that. After all, you just arrived. What you did elsewhere does not matter. Unfortunately, I'm one of the few that thinks that way."

He shakes his head from side to side.

"Do you know how hard it is to look at these kids demand it and then fail? Especially when you know you can beat that kid and that you've worked harder to earn it. Well, I no longer have to worry about if I'm good enough to be on television because it's time. I've waited two years wrestling dark matches. It's time to show these kids the meaning of hard work and sacrifice. I'm not gonna waste your time saying I'm the best, that I'm a legend at backyard wrestling... all I'm gonna do is fight for my people in Durango."

He nods to emphasize it. Every word comes off genuine as he pushes off to a vertical base.

"It's an honor to debut against Lucious Tendonin, a man that is a long time veteran and has won his fair share of championships. I watch you in that ring and I see a man that lives by a similar mentality. Me and you are a rare breed in this business. I wish I could sit here and act macho like the rest and say I'm much better but it's obvious there's no need. Your record does not illustrate the talent you possess. Often times, people make the mistake of saying a man's record means he's garbage. I have no room to talk. I came from nothing as well and look forward to earning the status you possess."

He bends over to pick up a magazine which shows Lucious Tendonin on the cover holding various ASA championships simultaneously while smiling at the camera. It's obvious our young rookie has done his research and is looking to make a lasting impression on his new employer.

"I can't speak for my partner, Antonio, he's a jerk. But I will say that Viva La Revolución is here to ensure equal treatment of the Hispanic community. We're tired of being treated like garbage by the general media. We want to show people that if you work hard enough, absolutely anyone can achieve their dream. It all starts tonight. Let's make this a match everyone can remember. I eagerly anticipate your reply."

Fade to black.
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Sonoran Desert, Arizona

Nunoj is punching and kicking aimlessly in the air. The skilled master shows off his flexibility by doing flips on the sand turf of the empty, steaming hot desert. Sweat drips from his face, dissolving almost instantly. He's wearing all black attire in order to maintain the beaming sun pour down on him and give out more intensity to the training. It's not his usual shinobi shozoko he wears. Nunoj is actually wearing a “dogi” aka Gi, the karate uniform.

In Thoughts – Nunoj Haunara
I can feel the temperature rising. Last time I checked it was a striking 90 degrees. I think the wind shift changed it to approximately 97 degrees... this desert usually isn't this hot. Oh well, I'll have to tough it out. The more I sweat, the more I train, the better I am. Why am I questioning my abilities though? It's not that I'm not sure of my potential. It just seems I lost a bit of my courage in returning to wrestling since I haven't wrestled in a while.


Nunoj resides from training for a bit. His right arm moves up towards his face as he wipes off all the sweat from his face. His eyes squint. He opens them back up and looks around for an area to rest. Nunoj spots a small hill on the desert. He walks toward the hill then as he approaches the hill he sits upon it. Nunoj eyes the lonely desert, feeling the same way... lonely.


I finally got a match in SCW on June 12th. When I heard the news, I was ecstatic. My opponent goes by the name of Sorryn Cross. Cross, I see that you have a lot of family. That is good. Are you close with them? You should be. Anyhow, beyond that... I have no other extra information about you. Mind sharing? I would like to know the person behind the wrestler. As for you, you're lucky you have me as an opponent. Why? Because I am a good fighter and I have this strong will to fight unlike some people that are just in it for the companies great pay. Anyhow, you claim you're aggressive. Any reason? Do you have any hate for someone that it enforces you to be that way? Hatred can be a consumption, and so can loneliness. This isn't no secret but, I have almost went into the vortex of insanity.. a few times. As calm as I am, I'll say it, too. The temptation for revenge is a strong blood lust. But I have an alternative. And that's wrestling. Every time I wrestle, it releases the pain I'm feeling...


The wind blows strongly and forces sand to cross the path of Nunoj.


Sorryn, I want to know the pain you feel if there's any hidden in you. I want to know why you feel “aggressive” as you say. Angry, sad, depressed, stressed, or whatever answer, you can tell me. I'm sort of obsessed with knowing the agony of others. Why? Because I want to know if we share the same feelings so I don't have to be alone. It kind of relieves me like some shot of adrenaline to my brain. A shot like, morphine piercing my body. Twisted they may call me, but it's not. If you know the destruction in someone's heart then anyone can relate. It's natural to not want to be alone. Have you lost anyone... Sorryn? I have lost a couple of people, if you're unaware of that. I lost my parents to something completely ridiculous. They are gone but will never fade from my heart. I wish they were here, to show me the love I never had growing up. I always say I'm strong and can move on it... yet I always talk about it every time I have something to say. If you can tell Sorryn in my eyes, that the desperation of finding someone with the same pain I feel, is strong. It's like a burning fume. I don't consume anything that can harm me. I only inhale my own winnings, my own dreams, and my own pain as well. I'm craving the other as well. Are you seeing it now Sorryn? Please tell me you're the same. If I can find one single person that will accept me for my emotions, then that will relieve me of the sorrow in my life. The aching, the beating.. I feel it eating away at my empty heart. I felt pain so long that I'm not even sure this is the same feeling. Sometimes I feel as if I have no more feelings. I can't accept anyone in my heart. All I do is accept the hardships and sickness inside of me. I accept myself and the goals I wish to achieve. Because I can't get back my parents. So I try to do something else that I can obtain. Wrestling, again, is my temporary painkiller. The reason I push myself so hard... the answer to why I go a few extra miles lies within my heart. Simply put like this, I do it because that's all I can do. I was put on this earth to make my life well lived. And even though the life I once had is in the shadows, I'm still a wandering soul waiting to accomplish something just like everyone else. Excluding the fact though that not everyone is like me. No one sees me. I don't get strange looks from anyone. But why am I invisible? Is it because I don't speak freely? No, I tried to speak freely and openly to anyone. This is why I have no friends. Because I'm buried deep in the sand at my own feet. I used to cry, not anymore, but when I speak, no one cares. No one wants to hear these emotions I want to express. I used to crave attention. This is a side that no one will ever discover of me. It is hidden beneath my own thoughts. Why do I care so much? I do everything I can in a day. I usually have to do something in the day otherwise it drives me nuts. The limits, the endless amount of pain from everything I been through, the sympathy that no one gives, is this the entity of my entire being? This is who I am though. I'm an invisible shadow that walks amongst the earth. Not a monster nor a human it seems. Who is to judge though? All I do is train to be better. All I do is write. And even when I write... no one likes the readings that I have wrote with my own hands. It's haunting, it is, trust me Sorryn. I question myself crazily and answer myself like a lunatic because I cannot stop the burden. The burden is a strong effect that plays in my life's role. Some days it causes more damage than others. Today maybe more since I'm training in a hot desert and my head is warm. That's just it though, like I said, I keep going, with no recognition, yet I strive for more. I don't need recognition to accomplish my passions. Yes people do need courage sometimes but that's why I just think of the success and fortune I can have and put that in my mind. With the great thoughts of it in my mind, I can achieve anything at this rate. For that personal matter, my existence has a greater meaning. Just hear me out Sorryn, you'll see that I'm different than the average wrestler. And I would like you to show the same. Mirror my thoughts, reflect my pain, and return back the hate. Not of each other personally but for the love of wrestling. For a purpose of our own realities. Just for this one day, put yourself in my shoes and I'll do the same. Express yourself.


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Sorryn's Song (Part 1)

Sorryn: Well, my debut match here in SCW has come and gone. And I'll tell you people watching this, my brother Balthazar and I showed SCW that the Cross name is here to stay and we will continue to dominate this federation. Shit Balt's already got a singles win under his belt. So I guess I gotta even things out and get one myself. So when I thought of the idea of me as a singles competitor and getting my first win, the possibilities of who I would face were endless. Would they give me a crack at Jesse Owusu? Would they give me Seraphim again? I didn't know. No one did. Than apparently the card had me facing someone, but than it was changed. I guess Jordan realized the true raw talent I possess and decided to give me a challenge. That challenge being you Nunoj Huanara. Now I know nothing of you Nunoj except one thing. Damon faced you in XPW and beat you. The only advice he gave me was to never underestimate an opponent. I watched that match Nunoj. I studied it endlessly. I have something to prove to my brothers. I have to prove to them that I can hang on the same level as them. Now granted, Damon is a higher level or caliber of competitor than Balthazar or I, but being the second youngest out of my family, I have more than just getting a win to prove to them. I have to prove to them their little brother can stand on his own. Balthazar and I already proved the fluidity and dominance we can bring in tag team competition. Seraphim and that other guy had no chance in hell when they walked in the ring with us. Than Balthazar had his work cut out for him by facing North American champion Jesse Owusu last show, but he prevailed and garnered a victory. So Nunoj, I ask you this. What do I have to fight for? The answer is simple and by the time I am done talking to you, the answer shall be as plain as the nose on your face.

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Sorryn Cross sat at the diner table alone and consumed in memories of the days he had growing up. The coffee that sat in front of him when warm and calling, was now cold and bitter. His eyes stared forward. His look never left the small crack that had formed in the drying paint. As he stared into space, he unknowingly reached down and picked up the cup of coffee. As his lips were met with the cold liquid, his face became twisted in disgust. His lips puckered and he forced himself to swallow the cold swill. The waitress came over and looked at him softly. Her blonde hair had been pulled back in a bun and her pink uniform was stained from the days work. She must not have been over forty as she held the coffee pot in her hand.

Waitress: Can I get you another cup?

Sorryn looked at her. Her eyes were soft and gentle. Her grip was strong as she held that coffee pot in her hand. He nodded his head and she instinctively reached down and filled his cup with hot coffee.

Sorryn: Thank you.

She smiled at him. Her pink rose lips perked up at the compliment. She began to walk away as the dinging bell on the door rattled quickly. The waitress looked at the young woman who had entered the diner. Her shirt was tied in a knot around her navel and her tattoos were exposed for all to see. Her jeans had multiple holes in them, but her black biker boots were clean and neat. She grasped a small item in her arms. As the woman stared around the diner, the waitress placed the coffee pot back on the burner and grabbed her pencil and pad. As she approached the young woman, she doodled on the pad to see if her pencil worked. The young woman finally found who she was looking for. As the waitress was within a footstep, the young woman began to walk towards Sorryn. The waitress followed the young woman as she approached Sorryn. The young woman placed the item in the booth with her as she sat down across from him. His eyes met hers and a look of annoyance painted his face.

Sorryn: Hello...Lillith.

Lillith: Hello little brother. Care if I join you?

Sorryn didn't even react to the question. he just stared at his sister intently. He pondered what to say. He knew if he said no, she would stay. If he said yes, she would stay. If he left, she would follow. So he sat there and pondered the answer. The waitress stood at the end of the table, her eyes not leaving the Cross siblings who sat in front of her. She looked down at Lillith and brought the pencil to her pad.

Waitress: Can I get you anything dear?

Lillith: Yes. Coffee. Black. No sugar. Side of milk please?

The waitress scribbled the order down on her pad.

Waitress: Anything else?

Lillith: Not right now. I'll order whenever my brother orders, unless he's ready to order?

Sorryn just stared at her. She looked up at the waitress and smiled. The waitress smiled back and began to walk away.

Lillith: So...how's the preparation for Nunoj coming along? I hope your not sitting here drinking coffee the whole time.

Sorryn: It's going fine Lillith.

Lillith: That's good. I know your new to this whole family thing and all and I know you just got that nice little apartment not too long ago, so I went out and I bought you something. I know I remember you saying one time you liked storms, so I hope you like it.

Lillith reaches over and picks up the item she had brought into the diner. She holds it up on the table and pulls the brown wrap off it and holds it in front of Sorryn. His eyes stare deeply at it. His mouth curls into a smirk. He looks at his sister, a tear forming in his eye.

Sorryn: I love it. Thank you.

Lillith: Now don't go getting all mushy on me and stuff. We're a family now, so it's just natural for family to make family happy. And besides, I can't be a bitch to my baby brother forever.

The two Cross siblings laugh as Sorryn reaches out and grasps the picture in his hands. He smiles and enjoys the moment for once. He stares at the picture intently and than places it in the booth next to him. The waitress has returned with Lillith's coffee and places it right in front of her. After Lillith has placed the milk in the coffee, Sorryn and Lillith raise their coffee cups and cheer each other before drinking the coffee.

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When I signed the dotted line on my contract here at SCW, I was as many people can say...happy. I had found a niche that I could carve out and forge my own destiny. And the multitude of challenges I am to face are endless. And I quite frankly would rather have the hard road than the easy way. But yet, my life has never been easy. Growing up in the south side of Philly, I went through the system more times than people Mike Tyson has knocked out. And a side note for you Nunoj, yes my whole family has been through the system. The system meaning the foster care system. You see Nunoj, our father and mothers abandoned us. Damon, Balthazar and Lillith were lucky. Their mothers died before they even go to know them. Me? I was forced out of my family. Forced out of the loving embrace of the true meaning of family. For some reason, my mother thought that my fraternal twin brother Ryker was more important than me. More important Nunoj. Am I troubled and broken? Troubled, yes. Broken? No. To be broken means to accept defeat. To accept the fact that you will never amount to anything in your life. And yet I stand here in front of the world as an example of a man who has overcome challenges set in front of me. I have never accepted defeat in my life Nunoj. When my one foster father would beat me with an extension cord, I stood defiantly there and never let him break me. That bastard would whip me over and over on the back, the stomach, the arms. Hell he even whipped me in the head a couple of times. Every time that cord hit my body, I became stronger. I became stronger over the power he unknowingly was losing over me. So I guess I can literally say, you can beat me and beat me but you will never break me Nunoj.

Since your curious as to know more about me, seeing as I have made it very well known I don't like people knowing about me, I'll give you a little insight into my past. When I was five years old, I had this obese smelly nasty foster mother and an equally nasty foster brother. They didn't give a shit about me, just like everyone in the system. Let me start with the boy. He was about five years older than me. He was taller than me by about a foot and outweighed me by threefold. So imagine this big smelly ball of human fat sleeping on the top bunk. Anyways, this kid who's name was Charlie, would beat me for no reason. When meal times came around, this fat ass would take my food and place all the food he didn't eat on my plate. Dessert was something I had to fight for. A steak for me was as scarce as water in the Sahara Desert. I remember this one time, Charlie pissed in a bottle and kept it hidden in our room. One night, after a day of abuse from his mother and he, he crept to this bottle's hiding spot and pulled it out. As he stood over me, I could feel his orbit pulling me towards him, my eyes closed tightly. My arms tensed up and the hair on the back of my neck stood straight up. That night, I thought I was gonna end his abuse and gain some freedom, but as he stood there I heard him untwist the cap. Without hesitation and what seemed like an eternity, my blanket was covered in piss. My head...my pajamas...my sheets...everything, was covered in piss. As I sat there in shock, I began to hear him call to his mother saying I pissed the bed. The next thing I remember Nunoj, I was ripped from the bed and thrown to the floor. The smacks from her hands hurt for a moment, but the belt she had grabbed stung deeper than any tattoo I ever got. She beat me senseless. But the humiliation and abuse didn't stop there Nunoj. She grabbed me by my hair and dragged me out of the room and down the hallway. As I heard the closet door open, I saw that fuck bastard Charlie's face smiling. As the door closed in front of my eyes, I heard Charlie ask his mother if he could get a new brother. A week later I was sitting back in front of the social worker. The bruises had healed, well the visible ones did. I had a scab above my right eye that stretched down my cheek. When the social worker asked what happened, that cunt whore told her I had gotten into a fight at school. After she left, I tried to tell the social worker what had happened. For years I told them what had been happening to me Nunoj. Seventeen and a half years to be exact. And for seventeen and a half years no one listened. So I learned a valuable lesson throughout my life. That lesson is this, 'If you want anything done, your the only one who can do it to achieve your goal'. I find that peaceful and pretty accurate of a saying for my life.


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The waitress placed the check underneath the plate that sat in front of Sorryn. The empty plates and coffee cups littered the table as the two Cross siblings sat back and enjoyed the peace after a quiet meal. As the waitress walked away for the last time, Sorryn took the picture off the bench next to him and placed it against the wall. Lillith looked at it, studying the reason behind why her brother had a fascination with storms. She grabbed her coffee cup and placed it at her lips. As she sipped on the liquid, she met eye to eye with Sorryn. She placed the cup back on the table. She cleared her throat as she spoke.

Lillith: Sorryn, why do you like this painting so much? I mean I just thought of you when I saw it, but when I saw your eyes, it showed something different about you. What was it?

Sorryn: It is like a doorway of me to the fullest. Look at it(Lillith looks at the painting as Sorryn holds it.)What do you see?

Lillith: I see a storm and a small ship getting tossed around like a rag doll. But what does that have to do with you?

Sorryn places the painting down on the bench seat.

Sorryn:Think of our childhoods Lil. We grew up in the system. Different homes. Different enviroments. A violent storm that crashed down on us everyday of our natural lives. Storms that would have broken down most people. But like this little ship in the painting, I prevailed and made it to port. I grew up and I weathered the numerous storms. This painting means so much in the aspect that it is a definition of me, and the fact it also came from family, I will never part with it and I will treasure it forever. Again, thank you Lillith.

Lillith smiled at Sorryn. Her little brother had finally grasped the idea of them being a family. As they got out of the booth, Lillith placed a folded green bill on the table underneath Sorryn's coffee cup.

Lillith: I got the tip.

As Sorryn and Lillith paid their bill, the waitress that had brought them their orders walked over to the table. As she began to clear the table, she picked up the folded green bill. A look of shock came across her face as she looked at Lillith. All Lillith did was smile at the waitress and than turned and walked out the door. As the Cross siblings walked to their vehicles, the sun beat down on them. Sorryn opened the trunk and placed the painting carefully in the trunk. As he slammed the door, Lillith climbed into the passenger side of the vehicle. As Sorryn climbed in the driver's seat, he looked at his sister.

Sorryn:Ready? Let's go find Damon and Balthazar.

Lillith: I'm ready. You know, South Carolina is a nice place if you look around.

Sorryn:Tampa, here we come.

As Sorryn peeled out of the parking lot, the sun began to beat down on the small community in South Carolina. Tampa Florida was still miles ahead and with his face off with Nunoj on the horizon, Sorryn Cross drove like a man on a mission.
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Now enough about my past for now Nunoj. You asked me if you could know any pain I feel inside? I gave you two examples of the sources of small fractions of the pain I feel. I'm not going to sit here and be Damon and tell you I feel nothing. I do. But I bottle it up because only the true family a person has can completely understand the pain you as a person have. But yet, again I digress from talking about my family. I was actually anticipating to hear whatever you had to say Nunoj. And quite frankly I'm not surprised or intimidated by the words you spoke. It was in some aspects...a valiant effort to try and make me understand that you are what you are. I don't really care or give a shit about your past Nunoj, but you had to go and touch some sensitive buttons with me. I know I stated this topic earlier, but just so you understand the full impact this topic has on my psyche I'll speak of it again. I have lost people Nunoj. I lost my father. I lost my mother. I lost my family. But unlike you, I did not lose them to death's sweet embrace and kiss. They abandoned me. My father Dorian, he knocked up my mother Mary Anne. For nine months she stayed with him. Than when my fraternal brother Ryker and I were born, he left all three of us. They split ways. But if that doesn't tug on any strings of the human heart Nunoj, how about the fact she decided to keep my brother...my fraternal twin brother...and raise him as her own. Fuck me. She cast me into a world that I had no right to be in. She threw me away like garbage. So Nunoj, where you have the ability to accept the fact those "loved ones" you talk about are gone, I have to wake up everyday wondering why and where. But enough about that topic.

I'll be honest with you Nunoj. All I heard from your promo the other day was this and that and 'why doesn't anyone understand and or accept me' questions reaching out from your promo. To be honest, I am not looking to understand you. I am not your equal. All I am is a man made of flesh...bone...and tattoo ink. I am an individual that stands against the abuse of the weak. I am a faceless champion to those who have been subdued by tyranny and force. To categorize us in the same category or even the same breath Nunoj, is blasphemy. But I guess mentioning you as my opponent is one of those exceptions to the rules. So whenever the time comes that we are to face each other in combat, remember this. We are different. Complete opposite ends of the spectrum. And when the levee breaks, the flood shall rage forth like none other. My ascension into the upper echelon of SCW has begun with a small step. And when the smoke has cleared from our match Nunoj, I will be one more step closer to that echelon.
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Character: Jessica Justice
Mood: Confident


[align=center]Scene 1: Jessica's Corner


As we head to a beautiful Los Angeles, California, it is a 85 degree day. There isn't a cloud in the sky and people are out enjoying summer, including our subject, who is seen on the beach, tanning. Despite the setbacks she and Macy had lately, she felt rather confident in her match this week with Neela. Let's listen in as we join her for this episode of “Jessica's Corner”. As she speaks, she removes her shades, and smiles, widely, knowing what she was about to say. She then delivered it, more arrogant than she would ever have been in the past. Why had her confidence grown? Who knew. She did, but it was no one else's business but her own as to why.



”Well well well. Welcome to the debut episode of Jessica's Corner. I'm of course, as if you didn't know, since I am the best thing to ever hit SCW, my name is Jessica. You may ask...why the ego? You haven't done anything yet. Well it's simple. I know I'm the best and not that I need to but I am proving it every new match and every opponent. But now, Neela has gotten under my skin saying that Macy only got to the end of the tournament because of me. Neela, that doesn't matter. And if you must know, I didn't do anything wrong as it aint cheating till you get caught and I haven't been caught yet. So it would've been legal, that is if you could prove I actually did, but you can't so shut up about that.”


Narration/Jessica's voice: Good point on my part. She was never able to prove that I did anything wrong but this wasn't about that. It was about me ending her unbeaten streak. And now would be known as to how I would do so. I would do so by any means necessary and anyone and everyone knew that. It was going to be nonstop action and let's face it. The faster the match went, the more it would benefit me. At that time, sarcastically shaking my head, I spoke. I knew I had her in mentality and everything else.


”Neela are you unbeaten? Well of course you are. But like any sports team that's been unbeaten, they all fall. Biblically, Goliath fell when David took him down after no one expected it. But more recently, the Green Bay Packers went unbeaten through fifteen games before they lost, and you will end up like them. Because every unbeaten must lose, Just ask the New England from 2011. They get to the big game and choke. Just like you will against me.”


Now, I'd let her know just how much of a sham she was. She wasn't a champion. She was a chump. And let's face it, without that title, she'd be a no one, which she was anyways. And now, I would let her know just how I felt about her title run at the moment. I knew she was a sham champion. A transitional champion. And she'd lose it soon.


Let's face it, without that title, you're a no one. Well, you're still a no one. You think one title makes you the queen of the company? Well it doesn't. Title or not, you're looking at the queen and let's face it. This sport is full of greats, from different places. But what they don't realize and what you don't realize is that I'm simply the greatest of all of them. Every one of those greats has proven themselves in that ring, Neela, unlike you. You beat my best friend on a fluke and you and I know it, as does Macy. But this isn't about her.”[/color]


Again that was very nicely put by me. I am the best and this match would show it. But there was so much more to be said of her. She needed to be knocked down a peg and I would be the one to do it. As I smiled arrogantly, I spoke very confidently. That confident aura would end up transcending any one else's confidence and showing through a victory in the ring, no matter what the cost.


”You may ask. How can I be so confident? Well that's not your business. What your business is is focusing on the match. Because missy, if you overlook me just because I may not look like you, which let's face it, is a good thing, and you overlook my talent on loan from God, you will end up bowing to the queen of the ring. And don't try to delay the inevitable. You and I both know it's going to happen. Because face it. I'm the better of the two of us but unlike you, I let my actions prove it. Neela, I know you're not too confident about this. You are letting that title get to your head if you are. But we both know that you won't let your ego go and admit that you're letting that get to you.”


Indeed she would. As I walked around, very confidently, I could feel my confidence grow even more. Some would call it ego. Though I knew it was confidence and that confidence would take me far in this business. As I spoke, the cocky tone in my voice grew even more arrogant. I knew I had this.

“And soon enough, the queen will come for her title, no matter how long it takes. Once I take that belt, I will prove why I am the very best woman wrestler this shithole company has to offer, because let's face it. Some Japanese wannabe as champion is seriously ruining the credibility of that belt, which I will not stand for. So, Neela, when this match arises, you will see just why I'm confident. You'll see just why I know I will be walking out the victor. So just be prepared for the very best this business has to offer. All I have to say is, the queen has spoken. And may there be Justice for all.”[/color]
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B) To-day would there be a intervieuw with Mr Pornstar but his manager cancelled it!
But why? he had something to tell rumor was backstage a big message.
Got just a video in why? Mr Pornstar and Stormy Weather ain,t here?


See a airplane land out come a bunch people two we know ate Stormy Weather and Mr Pornstar.
Just hear the plane arrived from Germany with our couple onboard but no interbieuw time.
The Galatic Trash Wrestling Alliance payed a lot off money to let our couple come over to wrestle?
Yes doing two tapings in 24 hours and come back to the States let us wait with a intervieuw.
Hear we got a tape with some action from Germany and a message from Mr Pornstar.

So we see Mr Pornstar under a mask tag with his wife under a mask facing Fur Elise the GTWA tagteam duo.

Mr.Pornstar on camera: Yes we are at this moment in Koln in Germany for a taping with contest of our boss.
When see this message we two are under-way home it was a long trip so no talking with the press.
Why are we here simple money not fame the GTWA is famous for their mix of hard rock and wrestling.
The big message ain,t that we are pregnant yes Stormy Weather that is a fact.
No we are training to go after the tagteam gold after our first child is born!

A few hours later another taped message.

Mr.Pornstar(off camera) For who wanna know our manager and me uncle has been to the head office for advice.
Would the baby come earlier then has to be SCW must give consent to cancell any wrestling match,s I would do@
But thatProblem ain,t here my wife is believe what doctor in Germany said few weeks pregnant.

Mr.Pornstar narrating.Doo doo I go to bed first a message to you.
My wife is pregnant but still active don,t think she will not be there!
Now you nor SCW got a major problem when she would fell but later in pregnancee you got.
I go to bed was a long day and was a long trip to a warm Germany was too hot for the moment.

(GTWA is a real German promotion is like tell hard rock live and masked wrestlers)
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Heartache. The sudden feeling approaching as another day arises. The sun has high spirits as it peeks out over the horizon but the ache of loneliness pierces Nunoj's fragile and torn heart waking to a new morning and from the nightmares cast upon his soul. That doesn't stop him from awaking at 4:36 AM though. Silence, nothing else is present besides the body of the Skilled Master whom lies sleepily in his bed. His eyes barely open and he wipes them to clear out the residue from the previous night.




Yet another morning to wake up to an early sunrise.


Suddenly the tensity of his heartache releases and he is himself again. Nunoj sits up, completely aching all over, physically harmed by the mentality of the nightmares he experiences. The Skilled Master has on regular white pajamas. Nothing too strange for someone of his stature. He appears seemingly better than he was the other day. His lip curves up to the left, a little smirk. The challenges he faces await him at the starting line. Nunoj gets out of his bed and doesn't bother changing into his regular clothes or even putting on shoes. He walks over to his double doors and opens them to present a beautiful back yard. One with a lake, everything you can possibly imagine, at one's home. Orange tiger lily's sit elegantly in a small garden up against his home. Nunoj approaches the small bridge and comes to a complete stop in the middle of it. He turns over and looks at the genuine lily pads lofting over the lake's being. A few flowers sit at the edge of the lake. He admires the peacefulness of a flower. Gentle petals and color that strings out like a melody. Variables of all kinds. From pink, to orange, to red, to yellow, and etc. Nunoj begins talking as he keeps staring at the flowers seemingly calm.


Sorryn, you are right about many things. I must say though, I have no interest in sympathy or answers for my questions about myself. The other day, I just wasn't myself. It does seem though that I do reach out for sympathy. Such a soft... and very fragile word that can break at the wrong words. I do not seek any sorrow or grief for the things that happened to me. And it looks like you don't either. You just can't say though that it doesn't bug you. You have no idea where your parents are at, but they weren't worth it in the end. You have family now, family that will stick with you. Family that won't abandon you. Where are my friends and family? I think the closest people to me are my camera crew, but no more than that although we have shared good times together, no doubt about that. Anyways, I don't even have a housekeeper at that. I clean my own house. Yes, I have time for chores, too. Most of the time I'm alone either training or making my house look nice. However, you mentioned that we are nothing alike and I accept that. You have people, I have loneliness. This is just a thing called life. My grief doesn't play a part in being broken. I am not a broken man. You said being broken means defeat. That is one thing I can't agree with you on. I am broken because I lost something. So did you. You found your happiness, and I found wrestling. You enjoy storms. I enjoy wrestling.


Nunoj pauses at the end of his sentence. He inhales the cold chilling air of the 47 degree temperature due to it being so early in the morning. Nunoj exhales and you can see a small fraction of fog come through his nostrils. He then proceeds.


You are an asset to your family. I don't mean that you can be used and then just forgotten, but you have value to people that exist. I'm only valuable to myself. I only live for myself. And if I have any sorry ass excuse, than all I have is myself to blame. I don't put my emotions on other people's shoulders and point fingers at anyone. I never want forgiveness for what I think either. It's not that I enjoy people, it's just that I can't get used to them. Ever heard of derealization? This is a form of it that I can't shake off. Everywhere, people, from surroundings, I feel fear and they feel like illusions. Remember I have a hard part in playing the role of my reality and my existence after the battles I faced. Did I ever resort to suicide though? No, so in that I am strong. I can't say either that the thought of it hasn't crossed my mind, but it's pointless. Is committing suicide going to help? No. It'll just mean the end of my life and the easy way out. Like you, too, I don't like the easy way. I take each day, one by one, and I carefully plan on what I'm going to do for the day and sought out each goal. Those goals, I usually achieve them. So am I completely worthless? Not absolute. I have some sort of value in that sense. So, Sorryn, I see you want to prove something to your family, that you can stand on your own two legs and you want to reflect the value of yourself upon them. Do they not understand you're trying? Anyway, I have no idea what's going on there, nor it's any of my business but if you put your mind to something, you can succeed on the inevitable. For better or for worse.



Nunoj's eyes focus on his hands now and his body. He looks down, and imagines what Sorryn had mentioned about the beatings he got.


I cannot picture the trouble that you went through. There is no way that I can witness the true surrender of a kid who just wanted to mean something.


Nunoj walks to the end of the bridge then slowly heads down the small hill. He sits down in the cold grass. Nunoj clutches the grass beneath him while crossing his legs. As he continues to say the things on his mind, he plucks out one grass by one and throws them off to the side. His mind again focused toward the lake this time. His eyes pierce toward the blue body of water.


Now you can be that person. A person with a meaning. As for me, my life was quiet. Very humble. Yours seemed loud, too loud and I admire you excusing the past and walking by it. You're beyond that. Although things seem silent, the thoughts I had tortured my individual self. I paralyzed my heart from agony when I was a kid to the stage of no escape. That was my own doing. My own self-inflicted pain. I used to run away from my own mind. I used to fight myself in my mind. The questions of life just buried me to shreds of misery. You're out of that place now, Sorryn. When I think of the past, there's nothing. Not even memories. It's like the first few chapters of my life never happened. There was not a book about my beginning. Wrestling was my first chapter where I began new journey's and realized I did something that I thought was impossible for a kid like me. So when I reached my goal, I made a promise to myself I would never leave it til my last waking breath. Truth is, I'm glad I am alive. That's why I wake to early mornings. Not because of the nightmares I have of the unforgiven past. You still have those tormented scars that will always leave a mark but will not show you the path of where you're gonna go. I have the present. Yet I wanted to say something. Oh yes, you told me that the system is bad. Remember? The government killed my parent's just for them wanting a stable home in the states. It was an invalid argument. Migrants were the ones to make the United States, not the head powers that control it. If it wasn't for anyone marking this land, then we wouldn't have it to call ours. It's not like we wanted to take over this land with just two people. My family wanted nothing better than to have my life protected. My aunt and uncle's had to fight for a while to get us in The United States. Every other day, their tongues pressed against their cheeks as they spoke Chinese with a Chinese translator over the phone. They didn't have time for me because they even wanted to protect me for my life. My aunt and my uncle... they were very promising to make my life a successful one. All I have is them to congratulate them for anything remarkable.



Nunoj picks up a small, yellow flower beside him and brings it to his nose. The smell of the aroma is rather entrancing. His eyes close as the scent flows through his senses. It gives that uplifting feeling of comfort, knowing that this world has beauty hidden behind the pain. The flowers, the stars, the northern lights, and plenty of others float in Nunoj's mind. All the mysteries of the world bring a piece of relief to his heart. He sets down the flower on the grass and gently moves his hand across it.



We're only a fragment of this world, just like this flower. One day our spirits will sail the ocean waves of the beautiful sky. You said you like storms, Sorryn. I do, too, at times. The rain always smells good and the clouds bring on the feeling of something beyond. I enjoy nature, and the simple things. I'm a simple man. And it's a miracle, that you can withstand all the agony you experienced. But this is only the beginning for us. With you trying to prove you can be everything you can, and me entering a new federation. Here's to a new chapter.


The birds start chirping again. Nunoj gets up from the grass and walks up the hill. He heads back to home. End.
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The scene opens to find Neela sitting inside her home in Savannah, Georgia. She is sitting calmly by the window, lightning outside flashing across the ocean. Neela is looking at the screen of her laptop, a slight smile on her face, one of either amusement or annoyance.

Neela: Wow Jessica, who was desperate enough to actually pay you money to have a show called….

Neela rolls her eyes.

Jessica’s Corner. The only people I can think of that would be dumb enough to sponsor someone who is so freaking delusional are the type of people who are use to paying girls to take their clothes off and perform on their backs. Unless there is something you would like to share with us hon. Not that I really want to see any of that, nor does anyone I know care to, but come on Jessica. I realize California is the land where even porn stars are known to run for governor, but just like them, you are so…..blonde you give the smart ones bad names. You know Jessica, let’s start with this little claim of yours never cheating. You are so dumb, see you can’t win a match clean. You have to have Macy interfere OR you have to interfere in her matches, and what has it got you precisely? Absolutely nothing!

Neela leans over and picks up the SCW title belt and holds it against her, the lightning outside catching the gold on it when it flashes close to the home.

Let’s start with our first meeting back earlier this year. I pride myself on the truth, and truth is….well hey look, you LOST! See your…..oh I don’t know, dream of Macy laying down for you like you may wish she does at home and letting you be the SCW champion was derailed by someone you were blindsided by. But look I did it all on my own, but I did my research, I made sure that when I knew it would be Macy and myself in the finals I had my back covered. It’s a good thing I did….because Jessica I am about to prove you wrong that you have never cheated to win.

Neela’s smile is more firm, as if proving people wrong was something she loved doing.

See I beat your lily white ass, at least I presume its lily white because honestly I don’t want to even KNOW if it is, but I beat you. Then look what happen at the pay per view. Because you were so damn desperate to make sure this title either belonged to you or Macy….you interfered in the match. You want proof, would you like a copy of the DVD? …..

Neela thinks.

Wait, do you know how to run a DVD player hon? Oh….I’m sure you do because…..

Neela shakes her head, stopping herself.

But I will be more than happy to send you a copy of you coming in the ring while the ref was out, YOU hitting me with a superkick and dragging Macy….

Neela shudders.

On top of me. Then when the ref did come around and I kicked out and you threw your hissy fit, then a bit later you actually had the gall to get into the ring and hold me to make sure Macy would get her punches in, apparently punches she suddenly couldn’t manage on her own. Right THERE you interfered. Right there I proved you broke the rules. See before I went into that match and no one in there did it say no DQ or did it say it was a two on one match like you tried to make it. So all my friend was doing….was evening the odds. Sorry if the truth hurts, but hon, I have never lied to you. I said I would beat you, I said I would beat Macy…..and well, I think this….

Neela pats the title she is holding.

Rather proves it. So the matter is closed. Because your interference did nothing but cost your friend a title. Although I will tell you, so it’s no secret, that my friends and I have talked and well, I’ll leave it to you to decide what conclusion we came to.

Now let’s move to what you call my unbeaten streak. You know, I hadn’t really thought of it but you’re right…..again being truthful, I am unbeaten. I haven’t lost a match in my career. I hadn’t really thought of it until you brought that up, so thanks Jessica I appreciate you researching that for me. I am not saying I will never be beaten because everyone, every team can be beat at some point. However at Overdrive…..you have one small fact wrong, I will remain unbeaten. My streak will continue and once again I will have beaten you.


Neela stands up, putting the title over her shoulder.

One title makes me the queen of the company….I like that idea. Because….again it’s true. You know Jessica, against me you try to discredit me and all you do is help me prove my point! This is great Jessica, maybe you should change careers and go into public relations. It seems you would succeed a lot more than you do at wrestling. However you are wrong about something. You are NOT the best of the business. You don’t even to breath the name of some of the greats of this business, men and women who have given their blood, sweat, and tears, given their personal lives AND professional lives for this business….and you have done absolutely nothing. I on the other hand have backed up my words with actions, and look what has happened. I defeated you, I defeated Macy….and I’m the SCW champion. It may be a bitter pill to swallow, but like other things you swallow, swallow you must. I am focused on you Jessica, I am very focused on you, and I am focused on repeating what I did the first time we met, defeating you, and doing so soundly.

Neela walks around her home for a moment, and stops before a window. She looks at the camera.

Jessica, I have something I would like to point out, this match is not for the title. As for being some “Japanese wannabe” I am no wannabe. I’ve defeated women AND men who thought they would take me down, people who walked into that ring so confident that I wouldn’t know my wrestling boots from my wrestling tights, but in the end they were pinned. But you are not the “queen” of this company. You are…..more like the courte…..the court jester. You are here to spout your so called “truths” to make everyone laugh at you, because they know that anything that comes from your mouth, at least words, could be nothing further from the truth. YOU will be the one kissing the canvas, and….by the way, I hope for your sake, you actually try to accomplish that alone.

Camera fades to black.

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