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Overdrive 9 Roleplays
Topic Started: Jan 24 2013, 08:06:06 PM (778 Views)
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Overdrive
Live February 19th from Rexall Place, Edmonton, Alberta
RP DEADLINE Tuesday February 12th 11:59pm Central time


Main Event….Return of a Legend
Eric Herrera Versus Chris Malceski


Eric Herrera comes to SCW and in a big way. He is taking on former FTWO star Chris Malceski, who hasn’t been seen in the ring in some time. Will the legendary Eric Herrera make his mark in SCW and still be as sharp as he was, or will Chris show everyone why he was a breakout star in FTWO who was quickly rising to the top?


Tag Team Tournament First Round
nWo Versus Stefanos Los Rios/Mr. Pornstar


nWo made a huge statement at Overdrive when Cash Allen laid out Jordan Post. They are now the next entrant in the tag tournament and they are taking on a man who has been on fire as of late….Stefanos Los Rio. Stefanos is being teamed with Mr. Pornstar, who in the past has had a string of good luck as well. Will the nWo be able to get by the surprise team in the tournament, or will the good luck of Stefanos and Mr. Pornstar continue so they pick up a win and continue in this tournament as the definite underdog?


Aerik Walker Versus Marvin Shadows

Aerik Walker has been known as a legend in other federations, and now he has come to SCW. In his first match out he takes on SoD member Marvin Shadows, one of the deadliest members of the group. Will Aerik be triumphant in his first match in SCW, or will Marvin show to all of SCW why you don’t want to take SoD lightly?


Brian Brewster Versus Shane Warner

After suffering a humiliating loss at Overdrive Shane Warner is determined to get a win in SCW. However he runs into a newcomer to the SCW ring, but not a newcomer to former FTWO fans….Brian Brewster. Brian has the explosive temper that his aunt does and he was trained by a man who beat Warner in another company….Cam Davitt. Will Shane be able to beat Brian or will Brian have learned how to defeat Shane from his mentor Cam?

Eclipse Versus Shawn Owens

First Eclipse attacked Shane Warner at at Apocalypse, then left Avril Mardini bleeding in the ring last Overdrive. Eclipse wasnt finished there when he attacked Shane again. Shawn Owens is determined to stop Eclipse's reign of terror and plans on being the man to do it. Can Owens stop the maniacal Eclipse, or will Eclipse leave more carnage in the ring?


Also scheduled to appear: Brian Kennedy and Jessica Tendonin

RP Deadline February 5th at 11:59pm Central Time

Segments always welcomed
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;) It did suprised us first but lately strange things are happening.
Yes Stefanos Los Rios came in the room with a mobile cradle and Mr Pornstar yes both in street clothes.
Yes in the cradle Mr Pornstar son yes we know his mum is death we hear?
If that is true we don,t know the baby got his bottle and we,could tape the confrontation.
First was Mr Pornstar who looks older then 35 after it the masked wearing Stefanos Los Rios without a earpiece!

Mr Pornstar. NWO you think we stand in your way to become tagteam champs :rolleyes: I sau do something about it.
Me son will be backstage do I think he would be in danger I would not bring him with me?
Know the reputation of the NWO I,m sure you got a plan,when think to hirt my son wrong. :rolleyes:
It doesn,t matter who done it I will hunt you down and that,s the truth!
Why would I team up with Stefanos when are a successfull single wrestler a good question?
I see in him a bit my late uncle,s and the money who get is welcome too.
Before go further it ain,t true my son i isn,t whole time with me he got a nanny I can tell.
And when would be so ain,t your problem I think si.His nanny ain,t here but is inder-way the agency told me earlier to-day! :huh:

Stefanos took over the mike and Mr Pornstar grab the cradle to swing his son.

Stefanos. NO everybody saw what happend last time but security didm,t let us pass to sabe the poor girl.
I know NWO possible we ain,t a good team at this moment but working on it.
Don,t think getting past us will be easy but we go for it 110% that,s a fact.
We are learning but we are both good so will not be a big problem to stop yoo two.
Bit we have said enough we are leabing.(what happend the threesome leave)
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The camera opens, and we see Brian Brewster sitting in the front room of the condo he recently bought in Savannah, Georgia. The neighborhood is a quiet one but is only a few blocks from downtown Savannah. Right now the place is sparsely furnished as Brian moved in only in the last couple weeks, just enough furniture for him. Given Brian isn’t the type to entertain often; it might be about the only furniture that will ever be seen unless he hires an interior decorator.

One thing that is evident though is as shelf where several pictures and awards are kept, and on the shelf is the XPW tag title that he now holds with Cam. He hadn’t necessarily won the title, Cam and Lynn had, but it’s not that Brian isn’t capable of winning any titles. He was once a junior heavyweight, he was a tag champions twice with Lynn, and the list goes on. It’s not as extensive as anyone else in his family, but that is because Brian carefully picks and chooses who he works for. Brian is looking at the title belt, knowing the match at hand isn’t about XPW, but is about a man who may be a star in that company but in SCW was……


Brian: A failure. That’s what you are Shane Warner, when it comes to a company that can trace some of its history straight through my family, through one person alone. You trace SCW back far enough through FTWO, through FTW and WOF and a name that founded WOF stands out, and except for a slight physical reason that has sidelined her for….probably the next year, is half of the icons of SCW, the legendary Lynn Brewster. However despite popular belief and misinformation, you will hear people say I am her brother, her son, a number of other things, but I am her nephew and proud of that. I am not riding her coattails, not at all, but instead I am here in SCW to forge the path of my own so that when people hear the name of this company they will know our family ruled it. Step into this company and Jordan Post may own it but MY family and our friends have built this company and its parent companies with their sweat and tears. Meanwhile all you have done Shane is shame this company, brought disgrace to this place. You talk a grand plan and about how you shouldn’t have been embarrassed that you lost to Avris, and then what do you do this last show? You were barely a bump on the road for Kennedy and Owusu and then look what that psycho Eclipse did. Meanwhile you talk elsewhere about how Cam is a formidable opponent yet you will beat him, and yet it was you who was soundly defeated. If you think for one minute that you will skate by me, and wonder why I have to mention your loss to Cam, what Lynn has to do with all this….Lynn and Cam trained me. Lynn and I come from the same genes, her father, my grandfather was a great wrestler in his time. My father wrestled until a career ending injury put him on the sidelines. Oh you may have heard through the winds of change that my father hated Lynn, and I would be a hypocrite to say they weren’t true. But I can tell you that first off Brewsters are very passionate people when it comes to this business and second, he couldn’t handle that his little sister was becoming a world renowned star. For a brief moment I shared that hatred until I looked at Lynn and saw something that I had always saw in my grandfather….a TRUE athlete, a true star.

Shane, so far your record in SCW has a big, fat zero in the loss column, my time here is only starting. Yes I am part of the elite team of Feral Destruction, but do you honestly think they would ask me because I can’t win? Lynn and I already held tag titles together twice. They know what I can do as they hone my skills. I will say I may not be Jordan’s number one fan, but why he first even signed you to this company, a company built on greatness, is beyond me. All you have done here in SCW Shane is being a laughingstock, allowing others to make a mockery of this company. Well in my first match in the SCW ring I will do this….I will show you why you need to tuck your tail and run back to where you come from. However know…if after that ass beating you insist in staying in SCW, I’ll allow Eclipse to do whatever his warped mine wants to, and when he’s done, if there’s anything left I’ll pick up the pieces and finish you off. That emo….may have a warped mind but right now that warped mind is doing what a lot of people are thinking around here. I hope by that time you are gone, and I’m on to bigger and better things, but cross my path again I will show no mercy for a second time.

You are walking into this match to redeem yourself….I am walking into it to prove precisely why I am the next generation of wrestlers from my family. My grandfather, my father, my uncles, my aunt are all winners with glory and accolades wrestlers usually only dream about. I’ve already been a junior heavyweight and tag champion. My match with you? Will simply be an announcement to all of SCW who I am and what I can do….and why they should fear me.


Camera fades to black as Brian walks away.
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Fade in the attic area of Eric’s house where it’s lit by candles in a V formation. Eric is seated in the middle meditating in his training gear. He’s wearing a karate-esque robe, his red and black tights with dragon insignias, and some sandals. He grunts once he realizes the camera has entered the room and bows as is his school’s tradition.

“Greetings, been a while since I’ve addressed the camera. My re-return didn’t go as well as planned, but I guess you can’t win them all. There will be a time for revenge and for now, my focus goes to a man that once used to be admired for his work ethic and his tendency to throw caution to the wind to put on a show for the millions in attendance…”

He drifts off and shakes his head in disgust. He lifts a fist up to his chest and scowls.

“I say once was because he threw it all away by faking his own death. It was about six years ago where this man was ascending the rankings at a fast pace, defeating Jonny B and winning gold in EWA. I don’t know what could’ve driven this man to do such a crazy attention getting stunt, but I know for a fact that it’s a slap in the face to people like me and Jordan Post that have been fighting since we were toddlers. People like you don’t deserve to be handed anything, let alone a main event against me.”

He pauses to take a drink of the tea sitting next to him to calm his nerves. He sighs and releases a deep breath.

“When you were last in this business, I was a greenhorn that had no idea what it would take to succeed in this business. I was going from federation to federation sponging off information every chance I got. My true maturation came in 2009 where I returned with a vengeance winning 8 championships in a calendar year, including championship victories in FTWO and HVW. So go ahead, try to tell me what I knew all along; that I was a loser in those days. You won’t gain anything from it, son. Unlike you, I don’t run from my past. I embrace it because it made me who I am today.”

He smirks and stretches out his arms.

“I paid my dues opening cards for near four years before I won my first set of major championships while you tucked tail and ran after the closure of EWA. That speaks volumes about the credibility of your career, past or not. Three hall of fame inductions in past year alone. All of them earned, all of them I stuck through the bad times to find the light at the end of the tunnel. No matter how much you try to cheapen them, everyone in this roster has learned to respect it the hard way. By faking your own death, your career has become priority number one to me.”

He turns to pick up a flash light at his side and unfolds the trap door leading to the middle floor. He signals for us to walk down with him and look at the plaques that are hanging in the hallway. They’re all people he looked up to in Lynn Brewster, Gold Digger, Amy Chastaine, Frostbite, Dave Brickheart, Trent James. He signals to each of them as he walks slowly down the hallway. He then reaches the end of the hallway and a door that has a plaque hanging of the Society of Destruction being inducted into the 450 / UCW Hall of Fame together, marking history. He opens the door to reveal a room that is divided in half with weight sets and trophy cases. The glow from each of those championship and trophy cases is seen towards the entrance as he lifts his arms to the air.

“You see what happens when you endure the hard times and pay your dues, son? None of this was given to me. The people you see in that hallway were hall of fame inductees that have been wrestling as long as me if not more. People I admired and embraced when they finally got credit for their hard work and dedication. They all went through hell and back personally and professionally to get to where they’re at while you took the coward way out. There is no reward for taking shortcuts and never will be. Tonight is gonna signal the abrupt ending of your career, Chris Malceski, one that should have ended with the politics of that horrible federation known as Elite Wrestling Association.”

He spits to the side in disgust and shakes his head in disgust.

“While you were out faking your own death, I was undergoing four back surgeries, the scars that come with the in ring style we both share. While you were out being a damn emo and letting it consume you, I was main eventing sold out arenas as the small fry that absolutely no one believed could become anything. Unlike the rest of these guys and girls, I never had my friends or family’s support. I came into this business on my own, this crazy toothpick kid from the desert and clawed my way to the top. Everyone hated me, making Jonny B’s ridiculous claim of King of Controversy look tame.”

He chuckles and shakes his head at the mere mention of that name.

“Do you know what it’s like to join company after company and get the same shit over and over, no matter how hard you work? Do you know what it’s like to walk down those halls and see people much more green than you, people that don’t even give a shit, being pushed farther than you? Of course not, because you were one of those people. You tricked the entire world into believing you were some amazing worker that deserved to be in the main event yet when the pressure was on, you walked away. You showed your true colors while people like me fended off critics from near 500 organizations calling me a fluke, calling me an Indy reject, yet who got the last laugh?”

He points to himself and leans forward with a smirk.

“Me, I’m standing here as the returning legend while you are the washed up wannabe. Your first main event will turn out to be your last, because I am here to take out the trash. I am here to educate these people on what true wrestling is all about. Not the spot fests and entertainment shit we’ve been brain washed into believing. But true blood sweat and tears, the days where you had to pay your dues to get a title shot. I don’t ask for sympathy or remorse, I’m used to it. But yourself may be another story. Faking your own death will be the last thing you will ever be known for… and of course, being exposed by the hardcore messiah.”

He laughs as the scene fades to black.
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The scene opens inside a fairly dinky trailer in the middle of nowhere. This was where Chris lived and trained, and it was funny to compare this place to the place that somebody like Eric Herrera lived. Chris is doing nothing more than sitting on his chair, shaking his head. It is clear he is somewhat amused but also somewhat irritated at what he has just listened, but he speaks sarcastically to open everything up.

Chris: “You might have won more titles.

You might have a few higher accolades.

But I’ll always have the bigger dick.

Ha. But onto more pressing matters because there are some very glaring errors in what you said to me.”


It wasn’t even slightly bewildering; it was purely amazing that somebody could be so stupid. Chris couldn’t even believe that somebody could be so out of touch with anybody but himself to suggest attention seeking for Chris’s choices. It is clear by the shock on his face that he is a little … taken back by the stupidity of the statement.

Chris: “There are plenty of things I could have done for attention. I could have come out and declared myself a hater of Mexicans of live television or I could have thrown a naked woman in a gay rally … plenty of things. Why would I fake a death to escape for fucking attention? Do you normally think with such foolish logic? You may be a great wrestler but damn you really don’t have the slightest grip on reality. You also don’t know the first thing about me.

I don’t really owe you an explanation but I will give you one. Do you want to know why I faked a death? I wanted an escape. The only tie it had to attention was getting AWAY from it. I wanted to be left alone and if I didn’t exist then nobody would give a shit, simple enough? I know you live, breath and fuck wrestling but my choice had a lot more to do than voiding a simple development contract in a wrestling company.

You know what it takes to love. I know you have a pretty little girl following you around that you supposedly love or at least loved at some point. Why don’t you ask yourself … if she was snapped in half and killed while carrying your child; wouldn’t you want to get the fuck away from everything? You really don’t know all that you think, Eric. The world isn’t as small as you think it is and emotion can force a person to make mistakes … but I don’t consider disappearing a mistake.

If I hadn’t disappeared then people would have paid. I don’t know how they would have paid but they would have. I would have become quite the menace to society and I done the world a favour by leaving. I didn’t want the young people of America to have to witness the vengeance I took upon the world … but now I don’t even care. I don’t care who pays, suffers or dies anymore? What makes you or anybody else more worth of life than Raegan? What makes me more worthy of life than Raegan?

Nothing.”


It is clear that Chris can’t accept the concept of life and death. That ended when Raegan died. He couldn’t accept that she is taken from the world and he be forced to stay there without her. He had made that many attempts at suicide now but all had failed. It was as if somebody or something had a purpose for him in the world. He wasn’t sure what that was or if he even wanted to find that out.

Chris: “A wannabe, you say? Might want to explain that one to me.

I don’t want to be anything. You have passion for this sport, which is great. I don’t share the passion for the sport that you do. I did when I was a young guy in EWA, eager to step up to the power plate, not take shit from anybody and that included the biggest dog in THAT Company. I wouldn’t do that anymore unless I simply wanted to find trouble. So you think you can end my career? It’s already over. That doesn’t mean I can’t take this company money and rob people like you the chance to be happy … call it selfish but it’s going to become a reality for passionate individuals like yourself.

But moving on from myself and how much you have misread me … how about we talk about you. Don’t you see that you’ve become everything you ever hated? You could have taken the supposed moral high road and paved the way for legends, like you claim to be, to be a little more respectful of people in my situation. But you took the typical route and started to rubbish people, complain that they are no in your league. You love the fact that you got a return match that was billed as a ‘return of a legend’ match but if you were in my spot, would have complained about a lack of respect. How does it feel to know you’ve become everything you used to hate? Does holding titles make shitting on your moral code that much easier?

It is actually quite pathetic to see how ugly you have become. You’ve gone from being the ultimate underdog to becoming one of the most egocentric and self-absorbed douche bags in wrestling today. You set aside what made you a pretty likeable guy to turn into basically another watered down version of Jonny B … reminding a little of Bryant McCoy but with half the talent. You can say what you like about me but I have always remained true to myself and I don’t try to hide the fact that I’ve fucked up A LOT in my life. I’ve had troubles with the law, countless one night stands and many other things that would be considered immoral that I won’t even say on camera. You? You can’t admit that you’ve turned to the dark side.

I have one simple piece of advice for you … get over yourself. You’ve been good for how long now? Stop reminding people that you used to suck and then improved. You are becoming a bit of a broken record. You crave people to fawn over what you’ve achieved, and love people to acknowledge you’ve done it tough …

Eric, want to trade lives? I’ve done it A LOT tougher.”


If there was one thing Chris could claim not to be it was a hypocrite. The new and ‘improved’ Eric Herrera couldn’t do that. Chris remembered when Eric complained about being underestimated; there were times fresh in his mind. This guy demanded respect but wasn’t give it back. It didn’t anger him though – he had far more pressing matters to concern himself with.

Chris: ”The moral of this story, Eric, is that you shouldn’t judge me. You can’t claim to know me or what I’ve dealt with in my life. I don’t want attention from you or anybody else. I am here for a pay cheque and nothing more. I have nothing to lose when I step into the ring with you in about two weeks’ time while you have it all to lose …

Reputation, spotlight, fans, haters and probably even the respect of your family.

Me? I’m a lonely fuck up. I’m the guy you picked up off the street and feed to the dogs. I know that is my my proposed cause in this match is to be. I am meant to do nothing more than lose the match to you, and then you’ll probably receive a world title match in a few weeks’ time, against that hot ass fucking champion in this place. In fact, even if I did beat you, I would expect to be moved down the card and you to stay at the top of it. I will give you the credit that you crave in that regard … you HAVE earned the right to be in the main event.


Chris smirks.

Chris: ”And I haven’t but that doesn’t change that I’m here. It also doesn’t change the fact that the last person who disrespected me, and underestimated me, realised that simply beating me in ONE match didn’t end my career.

My career has only just begun, Eric, and believe it or not … you are not the biggest name I’ve been in the ring with and you wouldn’t be the best that I have beaten. You might want to think about that before you take the Chris Malceski experience.

Bitch."


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The scene opens in the living room area of Eric Herrera’s house where he’s laying down on the couch watching the television. Chris Malceski’s promo is playing and is nearing it’s conclusion as we can see Eric yawning at it. He shakes his head and walks down the hallway, pulling the trap door to the attic. He climbs up and yanks on a chain to turn on the light, revealing tons of pictures laying on the floor. Pictures of his days in WOF, FTW, HVW, FTWO, EWA. He seems to be rather disappointed with all the pictures as he scoffs at them in return.

“You like to talk about morals and all this garbage, as if I honestly gave a fuck. That lovable underdog and all that garbage died when those companies burned to the ground. I gave my life to those companies all for their employees and their upper management to spit in my face. Once those federations ended, there went the old me. The only one I care about is my wife, Veronica Rodriguez; everyone else has stabbed me in the back at least three times each by now.”

He grabs a photo album next to him, all showing signs of family members surrounding him. He flips through them in disgust and sighs.

“You think my family turning on me is anything new? I never had a family to begin with. From the minute I came out the womb, I was rejected by them and by society. Nobody ever supported my dreams nor my beliefs. They all turned their back on me from day one. I’m used to being on my own, that such trivial things as death do not faze me. Keyword, used to hate about life. Whereas now, I have embraced the fact that I am an outcast of society and that I am no one else. You can call me Jonny B lite all you want, but the fact of the matter is it’s the real me, whether people like it or not.”

He then turns to his other side to DVD cases of SCW, FTWO, and HCW, the last three incarnations of this company in the past year. He spreads out the covers and points to them.

“You think I give a shit what anyone in that locker room thinks of me? How would you feel if you spent 9 long years building a company as a dream of yours, then when you sell it they spit on everything it stood for? HCW was my heart and soul. HCW was a dream I had since I was a toddler all to see it destroyed by Ron Caedes and Jordan Post. These people turned my pride and joy into a fucking joke. These people in the back have all been defeated by me at least once, while you were out crying over spilled milk faking your own death. Seeing people like you make the main event make me sick, when you admittedly said you only want the pay check.”

He stands up and heads towards a corner of the attic to slam a fist into a punching bag that’s leaning on the wall.

“Just a fucking paycheck? Do you have any idea how hard people like me had to fight to earn the right to fight in that ring? No one ever gave me a damn chance. I had to take it traveling the Indy circuit for four years before making it big, while idiots like you walk in the front door and cash in your check without any care in the world. Meanwhile, people like me and Vero have to wrestle in small ass arenas in 115 degree heat and wait a long time before getting our first big break. People like you are what’s wrong with this business. People like you that choose to solve everything with suicide and pills rather than doing something about it. Outrageous standards these days.”

He breathes heavily and stands the bag up, landing a strong roundhouse kick. The bag topples to the side and he raises a fist.

“I came into this world alone and I will walk alone. Don’t trust anyone. They are all victims, they all were guilty. They made me into this, they shall pay. There is no time to look back; all there is time for is evolution. This school, this business is my life and I will be damned if some washed up has been walks in and takes it from me. I worked too fucking hard to let it go to waste on one night.”

He pauses and smirks, leaning into face the camera. His expression is near psychotic as he snickers and starts to lower his tone.

“You don’t like it? Do something about it, be the first man to make me give up, be the first man to make me fall. Epilepsy and living in the streets sure as hell didn’t stop me. All I ever heard was ‘You can’t do it,’ ‘You’re crazy,’ ‘You’re nothing but a special ed reject that will never get anywhere’. But those same critics are left kissing my ass knowing they couldn’t make me fall. I don’t fear anything, life fears me. Not even death can stop this. Good luck stopping what no one in this pathetic company has been able to, Chris. You’re gonna wish you had finished the job, oh yes. Believe the hype, son.”

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"If you want, then start to laugh,
If you must, then start to cry,
Be yourself, don't hide,
Just believe in destiny.
Don't care what people say,
Just follow your own way,
Don't give up and use the chance,
To return to innocence."

-- "Return To Innocence" by Enigma


When legends fall by the wayside, no longer in tune with the common world, most people write them off. They figure their spotlight has waned long enough for them to gallop off into the sunset and, perhaps, a safe retirement. But what happens when a legend steps out of the limelight to save someone he barely knows? To step out of the light of the sport of professional wrestling - the very sport he helped build into the phenomenon it is today - to play superhero isn't exactly normal.

Then again, this is Aerik Walker. Nothing the seven-foot colossus does is normal. He is leaps and bounds more human than most and more immortal than the ancient Greek Gods. He has a heart that allows him to care about everyone and everything, even if it puts him at a loss. To say he is a gift to this world would be a vast understatement.

So, imagine everyone's surprise when Aerik announced he was retiring from active competition last year. Collective gasps followed. Tears. Chants of "Thank you, Aerik!" Cheers. It was a scene straight out of an awards show of some kind, and yet it was the most realistic thing ever to happen. This man, at nearly 50 years old, hasn't let anything get in the way of his happiness: not enemies, broken necks, four knee surgeries or the death of his beloved wife, Krissi.



++ Scene 1- Shocks and Awes ++

Fast forward to exactly one month ago. Aerik was sitting in his favorite watering hole in New London, Connecticut. As always, the big man was enjoying a large glass of the greatest liquor known to man: Jack Daniels. A man walked into the bar, looking shady and strange. Mid-thirties at best. Rough looking guy; looked like he just walked out of a war with an animal or maybe even the pavement. He looked around the bar, then walked out the door and returned moments later with another person, heavily dressed with a couple jackets and a hoodie, hood up to cover their face. Aerik and the bartender looked at each other for a moment, but neither said or did anything.

The man pushed the mystery person into one of the booths, and sat down next to them on the outside. The waitress came up and took their order and briskly walked away. Before too long, the waitress returned with a small glass of water and a large bottle of Grey Goose vodka before walking away. Aerik and the bartender shared confused looks, but intently watched. The man slugged a good quarter of the vodka down in one go before slamming the bottle onto the table. He then turned to the person beside him and, without word or hesitation, punched the person in the side of the head. This drew the ire of the big man, who immediately stood up.


Bartender: "Aerik..."

Aerik turned to the bartender, a small snarl forming on his face.

Aerik: "Don't hold me back, Johnny. You remember the last time you did that."

Johnny the bartender smirked a little, but remained unwavering.

Johnny: "I don't care, Aerik. This is their problem, not yours. Besides, if it gets out of hand, I can have the cops here in a flash."

Aerik stared at the people in the booth, gruffly snorting in disgust. He makes no advancement, just stares hard. The mystery person's hood gets yanked down, revealed to be a woman, probably around the same age as the man, beautiful blonde hair all haphazardly tossed about, tears flowing down her cheeks. No one else in the bar even acknowledges what has transpired. Aerik shakes his head.

Aerik: "Assholes like that need their necks broken. Picking on a defenseless woman like that. Makes me sick."

Johnny sighs in response.

Johnny: "I know, Aerik. Me too, but there's nothing you or I can do to make it right."

Aerik slowly turns his head towards Johnny. He narrows his eyes at the bartender.

Aerik: "Bullshit."

Johnny shakes his head.

Johnny: "What are you going to do, Aerik? Hit him? That makes you just as bad as him."

Aerik: "Sitting here watching a man flat out assault a woman is just as bad as doing it, Johnny."

The bartender lowers his eyes. At this moment, the man, after taking another healthy swig of the vodka, stands up, yanking the woman out of the booth and dragging her by the arm outside. This is all Aerik needed to see. The big man jumps up, and makes a beeline behind them to the door, no hesitation at all.

Johnny: "Aerik! Dammit, man!"

The man and woman are outside now, he throws her in the passenger side of an older style Jeep Cherokee. Not seconds after he closes the door, Aerik barges out the door and nearly trips over the man. The two share a gaze for a few moments.

Man: "What? Gotta problem?"

Aerik's mouth forms a frown.

Aerik: "Actually, yeah. You're my problem."

Man: "You wanna do something about it?"

Aerik shrugs.

Aerik: "Maybe I wanna cave in your pathetic skull."

The man laughs. He looks around briefly, then back to Aerik.

Man: "You wanna do this? Fine. I'll end your life right he-ggh!"

The man gets cut off by the vicegrip-like hand of Aerik around his throat. With little effort, he hoists the man up against the side of his truck, getting in his face.

Aerik: "You want to hit somebody, punk, start with me. At least I ain't afraid to hit you back. You think you're so big and bad hitting a poor, defenseless woman. So, c'mon, big boy. Hit me. Hit. Me."

Aerik lets the man go, who immediately gasps for breath. After doing so, he coughs a couple times, standing up. He grins at Aerik.

Man: "Fine. You want it, you got it."

From underneath his shirt, the man pulls out a 9MM pistol with a sawed-off barrel. He locks it, aiming it at Aerik's head.

Man: "Any last words before I scramble your brains, old man?"

Aerik simply concocts his infamous lopsided grin, not bothered in the least by the gun or the threat to end his life.

Aerik: "Actually, I do. You should shot first, then asked."

With no wasted motion, Aerik rears back and kicks the gun man square in the nether region, quickly collapsing him to the ground in a heap of short breaths and moans. In that same split second, the local cops arrive in droves, jumping out of the car and running towards Aerik, guns drawn on him. Johnny exits the bar at this time.

Johnny: "Officers! This man isn't the one you want. He saved the young lady's life from that man down there with the gun."

In a quickened swirl, the cops arrest the man, taking him away. A few cops and paramedics come to the girl and Aerik. After the cops walk away from her, Aerik approaches her.

Aerik: "You alright?"

The woman grimaces at Aerik, obviously afraid.

Aerik: "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. Why did he hit you?"

Woman: "Cuz I deserved it."

Aerik shakes his head.

Aerik: "No woman deserves that, dear."

Woman: "I don't want to talk about it."

Aerik studies the woman's face, before walking back towards Johnny, who's finished up talking to one of the detectives.

Aerik: "She seems hesitant to talk."

Johnny: "That's because she was that guy's sex slave for four years, Aerik."

Aerik's eyes widen in surprise and horror.

Aerik: "Wh.. what?! What kind of sick person does it take to do something like that to a beautiful woman like..."

Johnny: "Kathryn."

Aerik: "Kath...ryn..."

Aerik lowers his eyes to the gravel parking lot below, then over to the vehicle where she's sitting, shaking nervously.

Johnny: "She doesn't want to press charges on him. Cops say she's free to go. She has nowhere to go. Poor thing."

Aerik looks at her, not moving.

Johnny: "Aerik? You alright, man?"

Aerik: "I'll take her home, Johnny."

Johnny looks at Aerik, who refuses to stop looking at Kathryn.

Johnny: "You're a kind-hearted man, Aerik. Why would you want to involve yourself in this mess?"

Aerik turned to Johnny, gritting his teeth a little.

Aerik: "I became involved the second he laid a hand on her."

Johnny smiled a little. He knew Aerik better than most. When it came to doing the right thing, best believe, there stood Aerik Walker.

Johnny: "It's not up to me. Talk to the officers and see what they say. Talk to her, too. It's her decision."

Aerik nods, walking towards the officers. He talks to them briefly, before they nod and point to her. Aerik approaches Kathryn again, who isn't so jumpy this time.

Aerik: "Kathryn?"

Kathryn looks up at Aerik, still sort of scared.

Aerik: "My name is Aerik. I'm not here to hurt you, I promise. I'm here to take you home."

Kathryn looks around, nervous.

Kathryn: "But, I don't hav-"

Aerik: "I'm bringing you home with me."

Kathryn: "But, I..."

Aerik extends his hand to Kathryn.

Aerik: "It's not a problem. It's getting late. C'mon."

Kathryn hesitates for a moment, before taking the big man's hand. He helps her out of the car, and walks her over to his Monte Carlo, not too far away. On the way, he nods to Johnny, who responds in kind. Aerik helps Kathryn into his car, closing the door. He walks around and gets in, starts the car up and drives off. Johnny watches, smiling.

Johnny: "She'd be proud, Aerik."

[End of Scene 1]

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It's like being brought back from the dead in a way. I spent so much time away from the squared circle, I am afraid I may have to learn it all over again.

Then again, when you have been part of this business for as long as I have, there's no way you can just forget everything you've ever learned. It's impossible. The only way for that to happen would be for me to get amnesia, and while I'm approaching the doors of Alzheimer's, I'm not through the threshold yet.

Twelve months. It's been a year since I last competed. Many people probably thought I'd finally ridden off into the sunset, made my grand exit, left the building. I technically did, but I didn't feel that I was ever really finished with professional wrestling as a whole. Does anybody? I'm sure someone out there knew I'd return when my head was cleared and my heart ablaze again with the fiery passion for competition.

And that almost didn't happen when I met Kathryn. What a whirlwind tale of tragedy that is... but I digress.

I've returned to the pro wrestling scene, taking my legacy and talents to the land of Starstruck Championship Wrestling. It took some coaxing on the parts of a few friends of mine on the roster to sign on the dotted line, but I finally did, and have my first match soon, in fact, the ninth edition of Overdrive television, facing Marvin Shadows.

Marvin, it's claimed that you are somewhat of a "hired hitman" of the Society of Destruction. Cute. As if someone's henchman, let alone an entire group's henchman, will stop this no pain train from chugging through Edmonton for a victory.

I'm more curious as to how someone like you is anyone's hitman. Hitmen are supposed to be overly menacing and distinctively imposing and spread fear throughout the roster. You're not so much a hitman, Marvin, you're a Cabbage Patch Kid. You want imposing? Seven-feet tall, nearly three-hundred pounds, a legacy that stretches almost three decades of decimation. That would make me generally fear someone if they came at me with those accolades. Instead, you come at me with your scary last name and furrowed eyebrows and rough, gruff voice. You couldn't scare. A scaredy-cat, Marvin...


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++ Scene 2 - Fact and Fiction ++

Some six hours after the heroic saving of Kathryn by the Silverwolf, Aerik sat in front of the computer in his den, glasses sitting in the middle of his nose. He rubs his bare chest in contemplation, rereading whatever he's been typing. He leans back in his leather office chair sighing. He takes his glasses off, rubbing his eyes. He sighs a little, when he's startled by a tap on his broad shoulder. He quickly turns his head and sees Kathryn standing there beside him.

Aerik: "Oh! Kathryn! You're awake. How do you feel?"

Kathryn looks around at all the plaques, awards, trophies and memorabilia that adorn the walls, shelves and cabinets in the den. She turns to Aerik.

Kathryn: "Fine. Thank you. Are these all... yours?"

Aerik looks around, nodding. A deep smile spreads across his face.

Aerik: "You bet! Baseball awards from college, and mostly awards from pro wrestling. It's been a long, hard road."

Kathryn, impressed by all the emblems of honor in the room, nods.

Aerik: "So have you given any thought to what you're doing?"

Kathryn shakes her head.

Kathryn: "No. I'm sorry to have put you through this, Mister Aerik."

Aerik stands up, smirking a little.

Aerik: "First, no need for the 'Mister' stuff. Second, I know what I'm getting into. It doesn't faze me. What's right is right."

Kathryn smiles at Aerik. This makes him smile even more.

Aerik: "You're welcome to stay here as long as you need. I'll help you in any way I can."

Kathryn: "Thank you."

Aerik turns around, going to sit back down. Kathryn moves towards the doorway, but stops and turns around.

Kathryn: "Hey, Aerik? Can I ask you a question?"

Aerik turns around.

Aerik: "Of course. What's on your mind?"

Kathryn looks down at the floor, rubbing her hands on her pants. She looks up at him, a look of sadness washed over her face.

Kathryn: "Why'd you go after Justin?"

Aerik bit his bottom lip, trying to think of the answer. He assumed that Justin was the guy with her; the guy who pulled the gun on him.

Aerik: "I..."

Aerik narrows his eyes, staring into the sad, but very pretty brown eyes of Kathryn. He blinks a few times before finishing.

Aerik: "I... had to. It was the right thing to do. No thought process involved. Just action and reaction."

Kathryn smiles a little, advancing towards a now-seated Aerik. She leans in and plants a small peck on Aerik's lips. She breaks off and walks towards the door.

Kathryn: "I'm glad you did. Thank you. Good night, Aerik."

Aerik sits there, trying to figure out what exactly just transpired. He watches Kathryn return to the spare bedroom where she emanated, shaking his head.

Aerik: "I'm glad I did, too..."

Aerik turns his gaze back to his computer, then back to the doorway to see if she returned. He looks down at the floor, sighs and runs a hand through his hair. This is going to get very interesting.

[End of Scene 2]

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I have been in this business for long enough to know that when you put your legacy and your legitimacy on the line, you'd better have more than just words to back it up. For nearly three decades, I have put the pedal to the metal, proved my worth, proved that I'm not hype and proved I deserve the title of 'legend'. For ayone to deny me that very title, they obviously are clueless and in the dark. I am widely known, widely respected, widely feared.

And yet, for some reason, I don't sense that from Marvin Shadows. The self-proclaimed deadliest member of the Society of Destruction. A hitman, if you will. The brawn, it would appear, for some. If I'm supposed to fear you, Marvin, as your title implicates, then you've obviously been watching the wrong horror movies. Scary Movie isn't scary, despite its name, and you're not deadly, despite your claim. I don't care if you've decapitated an entire army to prove those words, you're not deadly. You're not dangerous. You're not a monster. I am. I am every bit of those words and thensome. While you were playing dress up with the neighborhood children, I was out stuffing my fist into other people's skulls, makin' a living for myself and my family. When you decided you had grown the courage to play war with the big boys, I was still stuffing said fist into even MORE people's skulls, still makin' my living. And now you face me, with every ounce of your so-called deadliness at the ready, to take on a man who's not afraid to cave in skulls and snap spines if its called for. You really think that because of my age or my size or anything, that it's going to be used against me? You're just another dumb idiot who falls for the same cheap tricks to try to piss me off. Those days are long gone, Marvin. So you can sit around and snicker at how easy you'll have it against this old beast, and I promise you, you'll be slurping soup out of a straw with your jaw in your cheek.

It's amazing how many times that people have thought that they've had the Silverwolf's number, and how little times they were correct. I've had my share of losses, and this coming Overdrive, in my debut for Starstruck Championship Wrestling, I will not be losing. So bring your Society of Destruction, Marvin. Bring your army. Bring your navy. Bring your deadliness. Bring it all.

In the end, it won't matter.

I've already won. You know it, they know it, I know it.

Deal with it.


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++ Scene 3 - Truth and Consequences ++

The next day, Aerik, his son, Johnnie and his brother in-law and former tag team partner, Kevin Justice, are sitting in the living room, watching hockey. Kevin, sitting on the leather couch with Johnnie, leans forward, raising his hands in a manner of confusion. He turns to Aerik, seated in the recliner to his right.

Kevin: "So, let me get this straight: you save this chick from getting beaten up by this dude, blast him square in the balls when he pulls a gun on you, convince her to come home with you, you talk with her about what happened and she kisses you, and you're asking me what you should do NEXT? Sounds to me, Aerik, like you already that answer, and I don't even have to tell you."

Aerik, going over what Kevin just said in his head, shakes his head.

Aerik: "What? No, I don't know the answer to that, Kev. I wouldn't have asked if I already knew what I was doing."

Kevin: "C'mon with that, man. Don't play dumb, Aerik. You know exactly what I'm talking about. We've been through this already."

Johnnie, interrupted from the hockey game, turns to his father and uncle.

Johnnie: "Been through this? Dad, what's Uncle Kev talking about?"

Aerik and Kevin look at each other. Aerik's expression turns to surprise and nervousness. Kevin raises his eyebrows in anticipation.

Kevin: "If you don't tell him, man, I will."

Johnnie: "Tell me what? What's going on here?"

Aerik sighs, closing his eyes. He covers his face with this hands for a moment, then uncovers it.

Aerik: "Johnnie, you have to promise me, what I am about to tell you can NEVER get out to anyone else. No one else can find out. Not even your sisters. The only people who know is myself, Uncle Kevin and Grampa Jack. That's it."

Johnnie leans forward like Kevin, eager to hear what his father has to say.

Johnnie: "Promise."

Aerik sighs again, looking at Kevin, who nods in approval.

Aerik: "The reason I saved Kathryn from Justin was... because I rescued your mother from a similar situation with her ex-husband, Tom. She was locked in the basement of his parents house, barely fed and treated as a sex-slave, basically. Very similar to Kathryn. Tom and I were good friends in high school, so we talked often about sports. One day, though, he just stopped caring about them, which was unlike him, given his job at the Sportatorium. I talked with Tom's father and he told me in confidence that some girl was hiding out in the basement where Tom lived. Long story short, I barged in one day, knocked Tom out cold, and took your mother out of there. We started dating shortly after that and the rest is history."

Johnnie sits there, taking of this information in. He mouths the word 'wow', shaking his head.

Johnnie: "Dad, that's... crazy. What would possess someone to do that? Anyone. To Mom, to Kathryn, anyone? That just boggles my mind."

Aerik nods, feeling a giant weight lifting off his shoulders.

Aerik: "I said the same thing, son."

Johnnie: "So, basically, you saved Kathryn because you... saw Mom in her, didn't you?"

Aerik's eyes widen a little, surprised by how quickly his son put two-and-two together. He shifts his gaze to Kevin, who smiles back at the big man.

Kevin: "Kid's good."

Aerik: "Tell me about it."

The three share a brief, albeit uneasy, laugh.

Aerik: "Yes, Johnnie. I do see a lot of your mother in Kathryn."

Kevin: "And your father is starting to fall for Kathryn, too."

Johnnie: "WHAT?!"

Aerik: "KEVIN!"

Kevin chuckles.

Kevin: "I'm your brother in-law, Aerik. You can't hide that crap from me. I can see it in your eyes."

Aerik's shoulders sink, his secret out without so much as an errant whisper.

Aerik: "Yes. I do. I've been thinking a lot about that. And whether or not it's right. It's weird, I know."

Johnnie: "No, it's not, Dad. It's quite admirable. I would probably have done the same thing in your shoes."

Aerik smiles at his son, turning his head to Kevin. The two share a weird chuckle. In the days that would follow this, Aerik and Kathryn would grow closer, learning so much about each other. Despite their twenty-year age difference, it was actually Kathryn who asked Aerik if it would be weird to date, considering the circumstances and events. Aerik shared about how he felt about her, what happened with Krissi, the similar situation, everything. To Kathryn, Aerik was more than a knight in shining armor... he was her missing puzzle piece. To Aerik, Kathryn was Krissi reincarnated nearly to a tee, and nothing he did to try to convince himself otherwise mattered: he felt a strong connection to her and promised her he'd protect her forever.

They say the greatest men in the world have flaws that are as noticeable as the Grand Canyon. To a legend like Aerik Walker, the only flaw he has is that one-hundred percent just isn't enough.

And it never will be.

[End of Scene 3]
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The roads are barren. The skies are a dark and ominous grey. The snowstorm is getting closer and closer but for now it's just the hard pellets of rain; sleet, that are bouncing off the ground like frogs from a lily pad. Everyone has been waiting for this storm but many know it's just going to be a let down, schools will still be open and businesses still at full capacity; if they are lucky that is. We open the scene outside The Trax School of Wrestling in Minneapolis, Minnesota; the Original facility. The panoramic view shows the large warehouse location where the School sits before swooping into the building itself. There inside the numerous rings are the talent currently under development by the great training staff lead by Criss 'Mayhem' Mathews. The camera goes through a rather large arched door way into a room with a single ring. The ring is covered in the black and white nWo mat flag. The ropes are black and white and inside the ring stands Cash Allan sporting his nWo shirt and a cocky smile on his face. The camera pans down and centers on him as he walks to the ropes and leans on them.

"Welcome one and all to the Infamous Trax School of Wrestling. I think you know who I am, but if you don't, I am the man responsible for the downfall of Jordan Post. My name is spelled C. A. S. H. A. L. L. A. N. And I am Relentless. I am Cunning. I am Deadly. I am here in SCW to do one thing and one thing only and that is create CHAOS! You see when Justin Justice came to me with an idea in his head of over taking this company I wasn't on board at first, then he told me the plan. He sold me on what he wants to do, to whom he wants to destroy, and what we will claim as our prizes. And so it was hatched; a plan to create chaos; a plan disrupt the status quo of this very company; and a plan to take down the infrastructure that's set and rebuild it in OUR image; The image of the N ... W ... O!"

Cash laughs a bit before backing away from the ropes, he then darts to the far side and bounces off the ropes running full force at the near ropes. He jumps up onto the top rope and does a back-flip off and back into the rope as the camera zooms back in on him. Cash has a smile on his face as he goes back to the ropes and leans on them.

"Scared you didn't I? Just think how Jordan was when I turned on him last month. Now imagine what these two nobodies Stefanos Los Rios and the oddly named Mr. Pornstar are feeling knowing they will be facing two Titans; two Legends; at Overdrive 9. I can be honest with you and say I know nothing of these two 'men' and really I could care less because it's going to be an easy task for myself and Justin. I am sure all we need to do is show up do a scoop slam or two finish them off with our finishers and walk out. But then again it might taken even less, they might not even show up, they might have and accident backstage where they can't compete. Who knows odder things have happened I am sure; and we all know accidents do happen. But if they do make it down to the ring; like I said; it will not take long before Justin and I's hands are raised in victory and the great nWo flag is unraveled from the rafters.

Now I know you out there, you fanboys or fangirls, are saying 'Cash is too cocky, he is going to lose it for the nWo.' and you know what I say to you? Fuck you. That's right fuck you square in that mouth of yours. What I've said so far is not bravado; not cockiness; not my ego speaking; it's the matter of fact, writing on the wall belief in my abilities. You see what I say is truth, spoken from my soul and is spoken out of CONFIDENCE. Because lets be honest I've been to the show and back many times and I know what I am capable of and if you are a serious Wrestling Fan then you would as well. But you can call it whatever you want so you can sleep at night; hell you can pick the underdog if you want in your Las Vegas Odds site. Do whatever is needed but when it comes down to brass tacks; when it comes down to Overdrive 9; there is one thing for sure. ME, 'The Relentless' Cash Allan and the 'Technical Messiah' Justin Justice will be victorious and we WILL be moving on in this Tournament; in which we will win. Write that upon your little blogs and dirt shirts kiddies because it's going to happen; mark my words; the nWo will reign SUPREME! Now get out of here I grow tired of your insolence."


The camera slowly backs away from the ring as Cash backs away from the ropes. He then thrusts his arms in the air when a huge pop is heard and a nWo flag unveils behind him. As the camera keeps backing away you can see the other people inside the Trax School of Wrestling all of them staring at the camera, all of them in nWo shirts and all of them motionless. The camera totally backs out of the school and once again pans the building before going dark...
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We see Justin sitting down on his old childhood bed in his mother's house. He seems to be rocking back & forth thinking about his child that was taken from him too soon. When a knock at the door is heard, causing him to look up.

Justice: Come in

The door is opened to reveal a woman as she walks into the room & places her arm around Justin whispering into his ear, slowly but surely Justin calms down enough to pull the woman into an embrace.

Justice: Thanks honey I don't know what I would've done without you! I'm sorry you have to see me like this its just...with the loss of my son, I'm still feeling the pain every damn day!!

The woman sighs before lowering her hood slightly as we see that she's a very curvy blonde, with big blue eyes. She pulls Justin closer to her, tightening the embrace.

???: I know honey I know! There was nothing you could have done though, and while things didn't work out between you and your ex either...you found me!! I promise that I won't turn out like that!!

Justin lifts his head up and smiles a warm smile at her, although it looks like he hasn't smiled in forever.

Justice: Thanks honey! I'm so glad we found eachother! I mean ever since my ex and I broke up...she left over the change in me...although when you lose someone you hold so near and dear to you, its obvious that there is going to be a change!! Its amplified when the person you lose is your own flesh & blood!!

The woman nods, meanwhile keeping a close eye on Justin, as she knows the Portuguese temper.

Justice: I mean I noticed a change in her as well, but I never said or did anything because I knew that we were going through the exact same fucking thing!!

Justin sighs and looks around his room, remembering some of the events that happened here.

Justice: Your right though honey, its time to move on from this...I can still use the anger I felt at losing my son...but only in the ring! I know my son wouldn't want to see his father broken down by constant pain!

The woman nods her head and tackles Justin as lie on the bed sharing a passionate kiss.

Schooling The Next Generation

We see Justin Justice working out with his cousin, Joao Texeira in Ken Nogueira's training center. Joao looks to be holding his own quite well, for being a rookie. However Joao makes one crucial mistake in which he climbs to the turnbuckle at a slow speed, allowing Justin to jump up and hit a Belly To Belly Suplex off the top. Justin is quick to his feet having caught his second wind as he hoists Joao up on his shoulders and spins him through hitting his finisher. Justin pins Joao as Antero Carreira, acting as the referee drops down to count the pinfall.

1...
2...
3...

Joao slams his fist on the mat in frustration. Justin pats Joao on the chest before getting to his feet & going to grab a bottle of water. When Justin gets back to ringside, Joao is on his feet walking around the ring trying to hold in his anger.

Justice: Calm down Joao, your just starting out its expected that a rookie will make mistakes! I mean remember how your rookie season in the WHA was?

At that Joao snaps around, & leans against the ropes his eyes full of a fury we've never seen before.

Joao: How dare you?! Ofcourse I remember!! However this is WRESTLING!! My dad was a wrestler, my cousin is a wrestler...i shouldn't be making a single fucking mistake!!

Justin smiles at Joao, impressed by the fire he's showing. Soon enough Justin gets back into the ring showing Joao more holds. Eventually another practice match starts which Justin once again wins, this time getting Joao to tap out to a Kimura. Joao once again pounds the mat in frustration, except this time we can see a couple tears in his eyes as he feels he's letting down his family.

Joao: Damnit!! Why can't I win against you Justin, we're members of the same damn family we should be as good as the other!!

Justin laughs softly, before patting Joao on the shoulder this time. Joao looks down at the hand on his shoulder before shrugging it off.

Justice: Joao its fine, the reason that you can't beat me yet is because not only do I have more experience on you, but I also wrestled in high school so I am pretty much a MASTER of the mat!

Justin climbs out of the ring and starts to walk to the bath-room so he can take a shower.

Justice: Come on Joao we're done for the day.

Joao looks slightly defiant, but follows suit as he climbs out of the ring & runs to catch up with Justin.

The First Lesson
The Promo


The scene fades in as we see Justin Justice relaxing at his mansion in downtown Terceira. Justin is having a beer with his brother, Drew Righteous and Justin's girlfriend when Justin's phone goes off.

Justice: Hang on guys this might be important!

Justin picks up the phone, as a smile slowly crosses his lips as he hears who's on the other end. Justin lifts up a finger and walks off talking to the person. Eventually he winds up in the hockey room, where his cousin Joao is.

Justice: Joao I'm sorry but your going to have to get training elsewhere as well. I can't do everything for you! Now since your going off to get more training soon I guess its only fair for me to take your place in the nWo tag team match!

Joao goes to argue, but Justin shoots him a glare causing him to mind his tongue. Joao lowers his head & nods it before walking off to go pack his stuff.

Justice: Now, as you all know the nWo was MY creation! Since that was my creation I've decided to sign an active contract to SCW! So I will be running MY own nWo from up close & personal!

Justin laughs before walking to the door where he stops, he then turns around & gestures to the camera to follow him.

Justice: I have a surprise for you guys! Trust me I think your going to like it!

Justin walks out of the room, and walks down the hall before entering another room. The camera soon enters as we come to see that the room we just entered is a theatre. Justin sits down with a tub of popcorn in one hand and his beer in the other, expectantly looking up at the screen. At first the screen is static, but then it comes alive with the footage of the last SCW show.

Justice: This is my favourite part right here!!

Justin starts eating his popcorn as he watches himself push Jordan Post into Cash Allan, who then proceeds to lay out Jordan, before shaking hands with his former enemy, before cutting to black. When the lights come back on Justin stands up & walks onto the stage.

Justice: I guess you could say I belong up here on stage, as Cash and I staged the whole thing to get Jordan's guard down! I'm happy to say that he never saw the result coming!! Which when you think about it is actually pretty shocking...considering how good friends Jordan and I were!

Justin tilts his head back and laughs, a soft laugh at first, before his laughing gets slightly louder.

Justice: I mean Jordan you knew me better than almost anyone! You should have known that I always have an ace up my sleeve!! Cash was that ace! However Jordan...I'm not done, not even close! So you can place Cash & myself in all the matches you want, in hopes that it will break us apart...but I can tell you that it WON'T EVEN PUT A DENT IN THE NWO'S ARMOR!!

Justin laughs even louder, as his girlfriend walks into the theatre, to try and find him. She notices what he's doing and takes a seat to listen.

Justice: I will say Jordan, it was smart of you and your staff to give the nWo a chance to fight for a title off the bat! Maybe we'll go a little easier on you from now on...and I want to apologize...actually screw it you don't deserve an apology!! I hope you can believe me when I say though that it wasn't personal...it was just...business!! You know what they say Jordan!

Justin gestures up to the box as the screen lights up showing these words behind him.

"The enemy of my enemy...is my friend"

Justice: You see Jordan? You see now why I did what I did?! You've grown too cocky for your own good and needed to be brought down a peg. I know that everyone would've expected Cash & myself to never co-exist, to tear eachother's heads off...but as my newfound friend Cash has explained. I was able to get him to buy into the idea behind the nWo! I was able to get him to buy into the idea that SCW needs to be purged of the filth, of the degradation! For far too long I've sat back and watched various promotions rise up, then fall straight down! Hell UCW fell when no one could beat Righteous Justice for the tag team titles!!

Justin smiles before turning his back on the scene. He seems to be deep in thought before he starts laughing once again.

Justice: I will say however Jordan that I am disappointed in your choice of opponents for Cash Allan & myself to debut the nWo against! I mean both of us have been in bigger matches, yet you have us working Stefanos Los Rios &...Mr Pornstar?! To borrow something from a close friend of mine...

Justin takes a small pause, the smile on his face growing steadily wider.

Justice: Really Jordan? ...Really? REALLY?! Come on Jordan we've had our differences in the past but even you can't deny that talent of our calibre deserve a match that reflects that! No offence to our opponents but we eat guys like these for breakfast! As my friend Cash Allan so rightfully put it, they won't even be a challenge to us! oh well! I assure you it makes no difference who we beat, because sooner or later those tag team titles will be strapped around the waists of the sexy beasts in the nWo!!

Justin pounds on his chest, hyping himself up before he glares into the camera.

Justice: Soon enough SCW, the final member of my nWo will be revealed!! Soon enough...the liberation of SCW will begin anew!! I cordially invite you to stop us! Because...the new recruit...is someone on the inside!!

Justin laughs softly at first, but then he loses himself in his laughing as his laughter gets somewhat insane.

Justice: I hope to see you out there once again Jordan! Just try to stop me...because the longer this goes on, the more you will feel SCW slipping out of your fingertips!! The more you squirm to free SCW, the more power you will be giving to us! The more incentive for the liberation!

Justin stares into the camera, as the nWo logo is lowered down from the scaffolding behind him.

Justice: Enjoy what few months you have left of your pitiful careers SCW..because soon enough the SCW of old will be liberated!! Will give way...to usher in a NEW era!! You've been warned!!

There is a faint popping sound as the camera pans up to reveal an nWo flag being unfurled under the logo. Justin then gestures to someone behind the camera as it turns around & gets met with a chair shot from Cash Allan, cracking the camera. Both Justin and Cash laugh sadistically before the camera fades to black.
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Music to best listen to while reading this promo: “Hammerhead” by Offspring

Scene 1: The Dark Soldier (Shoot)

“Let me ask you a question SCW. What does it means to be a soldier? It means someone who is wiling to risk their lives and enter the hell on earth we call the battlefield in order to fight for what he or she believe in. It means representing an organization or a group that depends on you to succeed completing a task no matter what happens to you. It means standing arms to arms with your blood brothers and sisters who trusts and believes in you. It means fighting for not what is right or wrong, but what we believe is justice. It’s about showing bravery and having no regrets in life.

I’m a soldier from the Society of Destruction. My mission is simple, to exterminate any enemies that opposed us and disagrees with our philosophies. I’m part of an army that believes in principles and believes in supporting each other in times of need. I’m a soldier that will do anything my captain Priest tells me to do because I believe in him just like how he believes in me. I also trust my brothers and my sisters in the Society of Destruction. People ask why the SOD attacked their own member Simone. They asked why we kicked her out when she hasn’t done anything to them. That’s the thing…she hasn’t done anything to us and for us. She never understood the meaning of being part of the SOD family. She never understood the meaning of being a SOD soldier. Like I said before on the Overdrive show…Simone was a selfish bitch that never cared about us so she got what she deserved

So this is a warning to SCW roster, either you’re with us or you’re against us. As for Aerik Walker, in a few days, when you make your triumphant return to the wrestling ring and step foot in the SCW arena, I want you to know this…. You’re a living legend like Brian Kennedy and sure you have so many wonderful accomplishments and iconic moments back in the old days. However Aerik you’re facing a man on a mission…a man that lusts for his opponents crying in pain. I’m Marvin Shadows Aerik, remember my name. Remember the mask I wear and remember the atmosphere you will feel once you step in the ring face to face against SOD Dark Soldier. I’m Marvin Shadows…and you will remember the day I destroy you in your first ever SCW match….

Scene 2: New Family

Here we are, at uptown Chicago as the screen opens inside of a simple looking homeroom, nothing too fancy but yet a suitable place to live. The camera then focuses at the family room of our subject Marvin Roberts who is packing his equipment inside of his Nike dufflebag. It looks like he is ready to go out soon as he starts looking for his custom made Society of Destruction leather jacket until he hears someone knocking on his door. He sighs, not wanting to be bothered and is in hurry, but he goes to see who is at the door anyway. He looks entrance way window and sees his oldest brother Aaron standing on the doormat, waiting impatiently for Marvin to open the door. Once again Marvin sighs; he doesn’t have time to deal with whatever bullshit coming from his brother. It has been a long time since they seen each other. In fact the last time they seen each other was last year at the end of Marvin Shadows’ UCW tenure when he fired his brother as a manager and told him that he no longer wants to live in his brother’s mansion anymore. Yeah, that was a long time ago, but to this day, they rarely contacted each other until now of course. Marvin contemplates on not answering the door, but he decides against it and unfastens the door lock before opening the door. Without Marvin saying a word, Aaron barges inside of the door while still in a pissed off mood. “I definitely don’t have time for this,” Marvin thought as he rolls his eyes and closes the door. Marvin cocks his eyebrows at his brother, wondering what’s going on and why his brother is here. Why now? Why not at least call him to say that he is on the way to his house. Ugh, no time to question that. Marvin watches his brother paces around like a madman as he waits for his reasoning for coming here.

Aaron: What the...What the fuck is wrong with you?

Marvin: What are you talking about?

Aaron: I’m talking about what is wrong with you and your delinquents you called Society of Destruction did to Simone on the last SCW Overdrive show.

Marvin: So you finally watched the Overdrive episode. Took you long enough.

Aaron: Shutup...just shut up! I don’t know what’s going on with you and what your deal with this SOD group...but I don’t like it! Not at all. I mean, attacking an innocent woman? The woman you guys claimed to be your stablemate? I mean, sure I don’t like Simone at all and she looks pretty butch, but attacking someone from behind is a big no-no. What you did to Simone is disgusting! It was despicable. Mom and dad called me few days ago and told me that they were disappointed about your actions you displayed on the show. Why brother? Why? Why do such a thing?

Marvin: First of all, Simone is not our stable mate anymore. We kicked her out like a trash she is. Second of all, we already explained why we assaulted her and to be honest, I don’t feel like explaining the reasoning again. Third of all, why does suddenly mom and dad cares about what I’m doing in my wrestling career? In fact, why do you care? I’ve done worst actions in the past and I don’t give a fuck what anybody thinks of me anymore, including what you and our parents. I’m my own man Aaron, not a child anymore

Aaron: Oh, you’re your own man now? Mr. Marvin Anthony Roberts junior is not a kid anymore, he’s own man! Oh, you’re such a rebel now? Give me a fucking break bro! You’re still a kid that likes to dress up in a superhero costume. And whatever happen to you promising me that you’re ditching the superhero costume and mask last year?

Marvin: I didn’t promise you shit. For the record it’s not a “superhero costume” anymore. It just a wrestling outfit just like how these Mexican luchadoers wear these kinds of outfits whenever they’re wrestling. What next, are you going to tell all of the Mexican luchadoers to stop wearing their “superhero” outfits?


Aaron: Don’t be a fucking smartass. Do you honestly expect me to believe that you wear those costumes because you’re honouring the Mexican culture and wrestling traditions?

Marvin’s face is starting to turn red. Only his brother knows how to piss him off to the point his blood boil.

Marvin: Is that all you came here to do? Berate me because I’m back to wearing my superhero costume and masks? I seriously don’t have time for this. SOD is having a group meeting within one hour at the Donald Trump Center and I don’t want to be late. Now excuse me, but I got to go.

Marvin opens his closet and finds his leather jacket that he was looking for. He puts it on while his brother is still staring at him in anger,

Aaron: I didn’t come here to talk trash about you; I came here to warn you. I’ve been in many stables before in my wrestling career and I’m letting you know that nothing ever good comes being part of a group.

{Color=blue]Marvin: Oh is that right? Mr. Know it all is giving me another useless fact about his wrestling career. I don’t care Aaron. [/Color]

Aaron: Listen to me Marvin! It’s true. You can never trust the people that claim that they have your back because one day they will backstab you. I mean look at Simone. She was just like you. She thought that SOD had her back no matter what only for them to kick her out because she didn’t fit the status quo. Who to say that Priest and his gang doesn’t do the same shit to you like they did to Simone? Think about it Marvin. For once in your life Marvin, think for yourself.

Marvin: I don’t know how many times I have to explain why we kicked out Simone. It seems that all the steroids you took during your career are finally taking a toll in your fucking brain. You think I’m not aware about the possibility that Priest might one day kick me out of SOD? But the thing is, he trusts me more than he ever trusted Simone. In fact, he basically allowed me to use his Dragon Sleeper submission to be implemented in my arsenal. Unlike you, Angelo, mom and dad...and hell anyone in the Roberts family tree, Priest and the rest of the Society of Destruction cares about me and got my back no matter what. They know about my past, my depression after Melody died and unlike you and our so called family, they understood my pain and were there for me when I was feeling down. Unlike our so called family, they didn’t try to berate me every time they see me. Unlike our family, I can honestly say that I trust them more than anyone and I’m willing to risk my life for them.
Aaron: Fine, go ahead and keep trusting them. Go ahead and have faith for them because they are so better than your real family. Just remember...the day they betray you and dump you to the gutter, don’t go running back to me. I’m fed up with trying to protect you.

Marvin: Who says that I need your protection? Now get the fuck out of my house before I call the cops. I’m done talking-to you “brother”

If the animosity of the two brothers wasn’t high enough before, it has now. They stare off at each other before Aaron shakes his head in disappointment, oh the famous “Roberts head shake” as he opens the door. Aaron steps out of the house and closes the door on his way out. Marvin just glares at him and watches his brother leaves as the screen fades to black.

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Scene 3: Legacy (Shoot)

Like every wrestler especially the ones that comes out of retirement, Aerik seems to have an enormous ego. But then again, who can blame him? He has been wrestling more than three decades and has done everything in this business. I don’t want to bring up his many accomplishments and accolades he has because well, you can look at his bio for that. But what sickens me about you Aerik is that you’re just like any other wrestlers with a big mouth. You have this weird expectation that once you walk into the arena everyone should bow down to your feet and worship you as you’re some kind of God. Your ego is blinding you from the truth that well, you’re just another wrestler that SCW signed. In fact, you’re just another old timer that thinks the world revolved around you. You’re just like Shane Warner, Joe Burden, and etcetera. You’re like those so called big names that end up being a failure in this company because they couldn’t cut it in the ring like they used to. Meanwhile, guys like me who has been in SCW since day one continues to be ignored and push aside. That shit pisses me off. Now I’m not saying that you’re past your prime and that you don’t have what it takes to hang with superstars like us anymore. I believe if a wrestler believes that he still got it, he has to prove it in the ring instead of talking out of his ass. I’m sure you already know this. But I’m warning you...it seems that same accusation of young wrestlers claiming they can easily beat you, you’re doing the same shit. Very hypocritical of you Silverwolf. You look at a person like me and already you’re claiming your first victory in SCW, yet you haven’t seen any of my matches in PWO, UCW, and SCW. Sure I don’t have the same legacy that you’ve and I’m not afraid to admit it. But each day I’m growing as a competitor and you’re looking at the future of wrestling

As your comments about me being the SOD’s hitman, well let me say this...I don’t give a fuck if I don’t look intimidating to you. I’m who I am. I never claimed to be some big scary monster that eats little children for breakfast. Sure, I call myself the Second City Animal, but I do it for a reason. I don’t call myself that because of the way I look. I called myself because of the way I feel. Years of anger and frustration burning inside of me caused me to be the man you see today. Years of dealing with physical and mental pain only for my so-called family to reject me caused me to lash out to my opponents. The reason why I wear this mask and superhero clothing is a personal thing that nobody understands and to be honest, it should stay that way. I don’t look scary to you Aerik? Do you think I care that I don’t look scary to you? Nope. But keep underestimating me. Go ahead; keep acting like you’re the big bad silver wolf and threaten how you’re going to blow the little pigs’ houses down. I’m that pig that lived in the brick house. No matter how much you try, you can’t stop me.

Fear comes in all shapes and sizes Aerik. Why do you think there are some human beings that are scared of little bugs and mouse? Fear is fear no matter how you at it. Once again, I don’t claim that you should fear me, but I do say that you shouldn’t underestimate me. Underestimation ladies and gentlemen, is wrestlers’ greatest weakness. These so called big dogs act all almighty and tough, but then someone like me is able to expose them for the fraud they really are. I’m SOD hitmen not because of my size and looks. Priest could've easily chosen his brother Kronik to be a hitman because of how big he is. But me, I bring something that you never seen before. I bring a controlled rage and flurry. My vicious attacks are nothing you’ve seen before. When I bring it...trust me I bring it. I won’t let you even have room to breathe when we’re in the ring. I have the power, the speed, the technical skills and of course the ruthless aggression to take down someone like you

You’ve a legacy that can never be matched Aerik and it will be foolish of me to say otherwise. However, I’m going to build my own legacy and I will do it in your suspense. I may not be bigger, tougher or even have the experience factor that you have...but I’m a soldier...a soldier that will do anything to achieve his goals. What I bring to the table is a killer instinct and malice. I’m the Second City Animal for a reason and soon the Silver wolf is going to be hunted by yours truly. This is the words from Marvin “Shadows” Roberts... SOD’s Dark Soldier. Welcome to my world of pain
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