Post by Chase Michaels on Jan 26, 2014 17:21:46 GMT -5
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Off Camera
The scene opens up on a abandoned and decaying warehouse on the outskirts of Miami, Florida. I pull up outside of the warehouse on my blacked out 2014 Harley-Davidson Dyna Fat Bob motorcycle dressed in a pair of jeans, black hoodie, black military spec boots and a Harley-Davidson Men's Evolution Waterproof Leather Jacket. I rev the bikes engine several times and the old warehouse door opens up and I pull inside, as I park up I see Al, Noah and Jax standing dressed in similar gear, jeans, hoodie, boots and their Saints cut. I get off my bike and get greeted by Jax with a manly pat on the back.
Jax: It's good to see you brother...
I look at Jax and see he's wearing a Nomad patch.
Jax: Thing weren't the same without you brother...
I smile.
Chase: It's good to see you brother.
Al walks over and give me a manly pat on the back as well.
Al: Good to see you boy.
Chase: Good to see you old man.
Noah walks over to a smirks at me.
Noah: It's good to see you again brother...
We exchange a manly pat on the back.
Chase: Good to see you brother.
Al: Lets get down to business then...
The four of us walk over toward the back of the warehouse where Jax pulls open a large set of double doors. Inside is a member of the Ángeles de la Muerte sitting in a chair handcuffed with duct tape over his mouth...
Chase: Ah so I was right guessing the Angeles where behind this all along... Those idiots they sent didn't have the brainpower to track me down.
Jax: Yeah I found this one running his mouth in a local stripped, how he and his boys were the ones that put the hit out on The Lone Wolf.
Noah: Bitches didn't have the guts to do themselves.
I look over to see an old metal work bench with some different tools laid out on them along with a hose attached to a tap and an old rag.
Chase: Guessing he's not in a talkative mood?
Jax: Nah we tried to persuade him a little but he didn't want to talk.
Chase: I'm sure we can change that...
I walk over to him and rip the duct tape off from over his mouth.
Chase: I hear you're not feeling too talkative?
He looks up at me and as soon as he realises who I am a look of panic appears on his face.
Man: You're.... You're Michaels...
Jax: Wow seems you got a fan dude...
I smirk.
Chase: Yeah I'm the son of a bitch you had jumped a couple of weeks... So you going to tell me who sent you after me?
Man: I ain't telling you shit man...
Chase: I was hoping you would say that... Cause you see while it would be fun for me to beat the truth out of you... I know someone that's quite adapt at getting people to talk...
Man: I still ain't telling you shit homes... And I ain't tell them shit!
A devilish smirk comes across my face.
Chase: Ah we'll see.
I smile as I hear a knock on the large front doors, I walk over and open the door to see Red standing there dressed in a red hooded cloak, a short sexy red dress and a pair of black knee high leather boots. She walks in with a completely self confident look on her face and plants a passionate kiss on my lips which even takes me by surprise. Behind her sits Irish on his Harley, Red holds the door open for him and he pulls up in side. He gets off the bike and wraps his arms around me and patting me on the back. We walk over to the others who all have a smile on their faces.
Irish: Nice to see you again lads.
Chase: Red this Al, Jax and Noah... You've already met Irish... Guys this is Red...
Al: Nice to meet you lass...
Red: It's nice to meet you Al... Jax... Noah and Irish.
Irish: It's nice to meet you again Lass..
Jax: So you're Red.
Red: That I am.
Al: Lass how did you meet this numbskull... I mean you're stunning and well he's not exactly rich, handsome or that intelligent...
Red: Ah it's we got a mutual friend that put us in touch.
Al: Ah I think I can guess who... Don't mind these to numb skulls they'll pick their mouths up off the floor soon.
Noah: Shall we get down to some business then?
Noah looks nervously over at Red.
Irish: She can be trusted lad.
She looks over at him and smiles.
Al: So the interrogatee is right over this way.
Red: The camera crew is outside, so you handle you're business and you lads can handle yours?
I kiss her.
Irish: Ah the devoted masses await.
Chase: Something like that...
Al start to walk over to the Ángeles de la Muerte member with Jax and Noah following when he stops and looks back to me.
Al: Oh you want him alive or dead?
Chase: As long as we get the information out of him dealers choice!
Jax: Ah good I get to have some fun!
I look at Irish who's smiling back at me.
Irish: You seem in a better place than the last time I saw you... But I need to ask can she really be trusted, she works for Connors after all.
Chase: Yeah, I've known her for a while through working with Connors and I've worked with her in the past on a few side projects. Plus I trust Connors, the guy is a pretty stand up guy when all is said and done.
Irish: Had to ask lad! Any ways you're audience awaits.
Irish mockingly salutes.
Chase: Yeah got to go work to pay the bills and Thank you old man
We both smile.
Irish: Hold up a minute lad I got something for you!
Irish walks over to his bike and reaches something out of his saddlebag which he tosses to me.
Irish: You'll be needing this!
I look down and see that he's handed me my Saints cut back.
Chase: Thanks old man...
I walk over to him and we exchange and manly hug.
Irish: Now go handle your business we got this.
I head out of warehouse leaving Al, Irish and the others to handle business while Red and myself go meet up with a camera crew who are not too far a way but far enough not to know what's happening.
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Off Camera
We walk over to the camera crew which has already got set up with the camera facing a large cement road barrier. As we walk over Red stops me and takes my Saints cut out of my hand and holds it up behind me allowing me to slip my arms into it and put it on.
Red: Much better.
I notice Red's beautiful brown eyes light up while the corners of her beautiful red lips tune up as the dimples in her cheeks appear as her whole face shows the amusement she's obviously finding in the moment. I pause as at least for that moment I get a glimpse that I could actually be content with my life with her, dare I even believe that I might get a chance to be happy once again.
Red: Chase... Rob...
I snap out of my daze.
Chase: Yeah...
She smiles as she straightens up my cut.
Red: You okay?
Chase: I'm good, why?
She smiles at me.
Red: You had the sort of school boy dazed look on your face.
Chase: Just feels good to have my cut back on.
She gently brushes her hands down the front of my cut.
Red: You look good.
Chase: If you lick your finger and then start to rub my face I'm walking away...
We both start to laugh.
Red: Enough go get over there.
I walk over to the camera crew.
Chase: Hey folks thanks for coming out here.
Camera guy: No problem man, we're just about set up.
Chase: Cool, do me a favour make sure she's always out of shot okay.
Camera guy: No problem man.
I take a few steps back so I'm leaning against a concrete road barricade facing the camera while Red stands just off to one side just out of shot. The camera man counts me in 3...2...1
On Camera
Chase: Welcome to Miami! Bienvenidos a Miami! The town that keeps the roof blazing!
I hear a small and delicate giggle from Red as I look back at the camera crew and see blank faces...
Chase: Don't get me wrong, Chi-town got it going on, And New York is the city that we know don't sleep, And we all know that L.A. and Philly stay jiggy, But on the sneak, Miami bringing heat for real, Y'all don't understand, I never seen so many Dominican women with cinnamon tans...
I look again at the camera crew and see blank faces.
Chase: You uncultured yuppies... No taste in good music... I'm sure the folks at home got the reference. At least those bright enough to be my fans.
I smirk towards the camera.
Chase: For those that don't, it was Miami from Biggie Willie himself Will Smith... You see this week we're in the 305, Miami for the Payback, the first WCF Pay Per View of 2014. I'm probably one of many that are looking for a better 2014 cause quite frankly the last part of 2013 professionally at least. I mean I'm on a pretty crappy losing streak and if the supposed experts and critics are right then I've pretty much already lost my first PPV match of 2014 cause I'm facing The Queen of WCF Sarah Twilight and her bitch, sorry play thing Lilith, if that wasn't bad enough I've been teamed with a man I hate Seifer Black... I know hate is quite a strong word but then my feeling of anger and sheer hatred of the man are pretty strong so as far as I'm concerned is the right strength for the amount of disdain I have for the man... So before I get into my thoughts about my opponent I want to talk about my supposed tag team partner...
I use my hands to emphasis his name.
Chase: Seifer Black, The Apocalyptic Paradigm... Sorry the Angel of Judgement... I can't believe the hypocritical bastard is calling himself that I mean come on... Everyone knows he sure as hell isn't no angel despite his umpteen pleas for forgiveness... You see I've pretty much been at war with him more than I've been allied with the prick... First as the WolfPack... He was one of the countless fake heroes that tried to stop up but always came up short... Thinking about it that should probably be his autobiography tag line “The man that always came up short!”... Then there was the whole couple saga where he and his now dead wife crucified my pregnant ex- fiancée Aeryn... Then there was the Misfits of Anarchy... Seifer Black and Chase Michaels as a tag team... Where we went on to defeat Matthew Robinson and Jason Myers for the NWA Tag Team Championships... Then shortly after that I turned on him and reformed the WolfPack with Jason Myers and Ric Reaper... Then when ever Steele Matthew was mistakenly brought in to the Pack things went south and then I want back solo and continued to passionately hate his guts... And that's pretty much the highlights of the Seifer Black and Chase Michaels saga...
I let a smirk appear across my face.
Chase: Most people would and have said that after all the wars we've been through with each other and trust me they were vicious and bloody wars, that there should be some mutual respect there and that I should forgive and forget and move on with my life... But you see with that sentence they prove to me just how ignorant they are and how well they don't know me... They want me to respect a man the crucified my loved one live on national television?! I say fuck no I will never respect that prick... People say love is the strongest emotion we have but what they forget to say is that Hate is also a pretty strong emotion as well... I mean love and compassion can lead us to forgive the worst crimes people commit against up but all hate is the one that lead to those crimes to be committed so you can't have love without hate much like you can't have light without dark or life without death... So far as I'm concerned Seifer can be tortured in the Ninth Circle of hell for the rest of eternity for all I care... Now before someone comments on the fact that the ninth circle of hell is for treachery... Seifer betrayed on of the unwritten laws in this business never involve a opponents family in your battle with the opponents... I know that might make me seem pretty naïve when I live by that but this is a professional wrestling business, talk all the shit and do what ever you need to do to the opponent to beat them and in some case destroy them but don't bring in that persons family... I may have done some pretty despicable things in my career but I've never attacked an opponents pregnant significant other... So yeah he belongs in the ninth circle for betraying that code...
I take a breath to calm myself down.
Chase: But you see as much as I dislike Seifer, I have more important things to worry about... I'm sure by now everyone has seen what Sarah and Sarah light tried to do with the company that I used to work for but you see what those two bitches don't realise is I have no loyalty to NWA, in fact NWA and WCF are about the lowest points in my life so far... Cause you see despite all I accomplished in NWA I was always treated like the bit of shit on the bottom of their collective NWA shoe... I mean I won two NWA World Championships after I was approached to cause the supposed main event talent couldn't live up their billing... So as far as you trashing NWA you would have been actually doing me a favour by trashing it... But it's typical petty bullshit as usual from you two... Cause you really want people to believe all that crap about NWA and how it's worthless compared to WCF...
I burst out laughing uncontrollably.
Chase: You two are nothing but petty, self obsessed little princess bitches... You see as good as the crappy acting was... You know nothing about NWA, the people that ran it or the people that competed there... You see unlike WCF back there despite everything that happened to me they actually gave someone like me a chance, they actually gave people the opportunity to make something of themselves while WCF... WCF supposedly the best wrestling company on the planet... Don't make me fucking laugh WCF has some talented people amongst its roster but it also has some petty, two faced scum... You and Lilith are two prime examples... Ever since anyone from NWA has stepped into WCF, all we've been shown is just how petty supposed legends of this business truly are... You constantly bitch and whine about how bad we are but have you ever looked in the mirror... Cause the one reason why I would take NWA over WCF despite all the promises of been given a fair shot in this company and despite all the shitload of crap I had to put up with in NWA, at least their level of pettiness was small compared to the petty antics and childish behaviour of the supposed elite in WCF... So you know what Sarah I tried to play nice with you, I even spoken in favour of you... But it's quite honest you're nothing but a spoilt petty hag with a superior complex... Everyone in WCF has to bend around your little finger otherwise that get treated like they've got the plague... Well guess what Sarah... I've been treated a lot worst by a lot better than you... So talk all the trash you want about NWA, about Seifer, Matthew, Chelsea and myself... You're just proving what everyone is thinking but doesn't have that balls to say to your face... I may not have the best record here in WCF, hell I may even be a joke but you know what I rather be a joke than some backstage politicking bitter, pathetic, petty, twisted hag of person...
A take a breath before a smirk comes across my face...
Chase: Good I've been dying to say that about you for so long... I probably should move on but you know that little perform you put on with pretty damn pathetic, you've proved just how much you really don't know about NWA, you see when NWA closed it went into bankruptcy and all of it's assets including merchandising, advertisements and equipment was sold off to pay for the debts of the company, hell the supposed NWA ring you torched was actually a fake, cause you know how I know cause the actual NWA ring is sitting in pieces in the basement of someone I know, Joey Nitro's props... Well his desk is sitting in the garage of my home as I use it for a work bench... Hell I've even flogged some of the NWA recording equipment to someone in the porn industry just to make some of the royaltys I was owed back... So you're little display of trying to act all tough and butch by burning and trashing NWA stuff proved exactly what everyone think is of you... You see if you had actually bothered to get off you pathetic arses then you would of known what happened to NWA and for your information most of the other stuff was sold as part of a fire sale and anything that wasn't sold was grabbed up but not only the talent but also those that worked for the company... Oh and as far as the two actors you brought in to play Frank Jacobs and Mitch that would have been actually pretty funny except for the fact that Frank Jacobs is working for a sports company over in Japan in a advisory role and Mitch currently works for PBS News Network... And for the record neither of them ever looked like that. So once again you've proven to not only me but to the world just how pathetic and petty you two really are...
I shake my head in disgust.
Chase: Think I've talked enough about that major balls up on your part. So lets talk about the wacko Lilith... You see it's all well and good that you've beaten me but at this point that puts you on the same level as Jack Happy, Caleb the country bumpkin and a few others... What I mean is it's not exactly a pretty high level is it... You see what gets me about you is that a few months ago Sarah put you in a coma after beating the crap out of you and now that she's started dating you all of sudden she's seen something of her in you and know you're the best thing since slice bread... Face it Lilith you've basically become her bitch... She seen you as weak minded enough to be able to change you how ever she wants... So go ahead believe that she thinks your special when everyone else realises she's just trying to manipulate you to doing what she wants and to be who she wants you be... Me I would rather be myself and have everyone hate me than be someone else’s puppet and bitch...
Again I let a smirk appear across my face.
Chase: So both of you know that if you think I'm ever going to roll over and play dead to you or anyone then...
I look direct into the camera with a cold stare.
You'll be DEAD wrong... I've come here for a fight... I don't care if I win or lose... All I've every cared about providing for me and mine... So be warned Sarah and Lilith... When you step in the ring with me the biggest mistake of your life will be to underestimate me and think I'll roll over and play dead... Cause it's going to be all out war... And the message will remain the same... I'm the King of My World... So do what ever you want... Say whatever you want... It doesn't matter to me cause come Payback the hunt is on...
The scene fades as I walk out of shot.
Off Camera
The scene opens up on a abandoned and decaying warehouse on the outskirts of Miami, Florida. I pull up outside of the warehouse on my blacked out 2014 Harley-Davidson Dyna Fat Bob motorcycle dressed in a pair of jeans, black hoodie, black military spec boots and a Harley-Davidson Men's Evolution Waterproof Leather Jacket. I rev the bikes engine several times and the old warehouse door opens up and I pull inside, as I park up I see Al, Noah and Jax standing dressed in similar gear, jeans, hoodie, boots and their Saints cut. I get off my bike and get greeted by Jax with a manly pat on the back.
Jax: It's good to see you brother...
I look at Jax and see he's wearing a Nomad patch.
Jax: Thing weren't the same without you brother...
I smile.
Chase: It's good to see you brother.
Al walks over and give me a manly pat on the back as well.
Al: Good to see you boy.
Chase: Good to see you old man.
Noah walks over to a smirks at me.
Noah: It's good to see you again brother...
We exchange a manly pat on the back.
Chase: Good to see you brother.
Al: Lets get down to business then...
The four of us walk over toward the back of the warehouse where Jax pulls open a large set of double doors. Inside is a member of the Ángeles de la Muerte sitting in a chair handcuffed with duct tape over his mouth...
Chase: Ah so I was right guessing the Angeles where behind this all along... Those idiots they sent didn't have the brainpower to track me down.
Jax: Yeah I found this one running his mouth in a local stripped, how he and his boys were the ones that put the hit out on The Lone Wolf.
Noah: Bitches didn't have the guts to do themselves.
I look over to see an old metal work bench with some different tools laid out on them along with a hose attached to a tap and an old rag.
Chase: Guessing he's not in a talkative mood?
Jax: Nah we tried to persuade him a little but he didn't want to talk.
Chase: I'm sure we can change that...
I walk over to him and rip the duct tape off from over his mouth.
Chase: I hear you're not feeling too talkative?
He looks up at me and as soon as he realises who I am a look of panic appears on his face.
Man: You're.... You're Michaels...
Jax: Wow seems you got a fan dude...
I smirk.
Chase: Yeah I'm the son of a bitch you had jumped a couple of weeks... So you going to tell me who sent you after me?
Man: I ain't telling you shit man...
Chase: I was hoping you would say that... Cause you see while it would be fun for me to beat the truth out of you... I know someone that's quite adapt at getting people to talk...
Man: I still ain't telling you shit homes... And I ain't tell them shit!
A devilish smirk comes across my face.
Chase: Ah we'll see.
I smile as I hear a knock on the large front doors, I walk over and open the door to see Red standing there dressed in a red hooded cloak, a short sexy red dress and a pair of black knee high leather boots. She walks in with a completely self confident look on her face and plants a passionate kiss on my lips which even takes me by surprise. Behind her sits Irish on his Harley, Red holds the door open for him and he pulls up in side. He gets off the bike and wraps his arms around me and patting me on the back. We walk over to the others who all have a smile on their faces.
Irish: Nice to see you again lads.
Chase: Red this Al, Jax and Noah... You've already met Irish... Guys this is Red...
Al: Nice to meet you lass...
Red: It's nice to meet you Al... Jax... Noah and Irish.
Irish: It's nice to meet you again Lass..
Jax: So you're Red.
Red: That I am.
Al: Lass how did you meet this numbskull... I mean you're stunning and well he's not exactly rich, handsome or that intelligent...
Red: Ah it's we got a mutual friend that put us in touch.
Al: Ah I think I can guess who... Don't mind these to numb skulls they'll pick their mouths up off the floor soon.
Noah: Shall we get down to some business then?
Noah looks nervously over at Red.
Irish: She can be trusted lad.
She looks over at him and smiles.
Al: So the interrogatee is right over this way.
Red: The camera crew is outside, so you handle you're business and you lads can handle yours?
I kiss her.
Irish: Ah the devoted masses await.
Chase: Something like that...
Al start to walk over to the Ángeles de la Muerte member with Jax and Noah following when he stops and looks back to me.
Al: Oh you want him alive or dead?
Chase: As long as we get the information out of him dealers choice!
Jax: Ah good I get to have some fun!
I look at Irish who's smiling back at me.
Irish: You seem in a better place than the last time I saw you... But I need to ask can she really be trusted, she works for Connors after all.
Chase: Yeah, I've known her for a while through working with Connors and I've worked with her in the past on a few side projects. Plus I trust Connors, the guy is a pretty stand up guy when all is said and done.
Irish: Had to ask lad! Any ways you're audience awaits.
Irish mockingly salutes.
Chase: Yeah got to go work to pay the bills and Thank you old man
We both smile.
Irish: Hold up a minute lad I got something for you!
Irish walks over to his bike and reaches something out of his saddlebag which he tosses to me.
Irish: You'll be needing this!
I look down and see that he's handed me my Saints cut back.
Chase: Thanks old man...
I walk over to him and we exchange and manly hug.
Irish: Now go handle your business we got this.
I head out of warehouse leaving Al, Irish and the others to handle business while Red and myself go meet up with a camera crew who are not too far a way but far enough not to know what's happening.
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Off Camera
We walk over to the camera crew which has already got set up with the camera facing a large cement road barrier. As we walk over Red stops me and takes my Saints cut out of my hand and holds it up behind me allowing me to slip my arms into it and put it on.
Red: Much better.
I notice Red's beautiful brown eyes light up while the corners of her beautiful red lips tune up as the dimples in her cheeks appear as her whole face shows the amusement she's obviously finding in the moment. I pause as at least for that moment I get a glimpse that I could actually be content with my life with her, dare I even believe that I might get a chance to be happy once again.
Red: Chase... Rob...
I snap out of my daze.
Chase: Yeah...
She smiles as she straightens up my cut.
Red: You okay?
Chase: I'm good, why?
She smiles at me.
Red: You had the sort of school boy dazed look on your face.
Chase: Just feels good to have my cut back on.
She gently brushes her hands down the front of my cut.
Red: You look good.
Chase: If you lick your finger and then start to rub my face I'm walking away...
We both start to laugh.
Red: Enough go get over there.
I walk over to the camera crew.
Chase: Hey folks thanks for coming out here.
Camera guy: No problem man, we're just about set up.
Chase: Cool, do me a favour make sure she's always out of shot okay.
Camera guy: No problem man.
I take a few steps back so I'm leaning against a concrete road barricade facing the camera while Red stands just off to one side just out of shot. The camera man counts me in 3...2...1
On Camera
Chase: Welcome to Miami! Bienvenidos a Miami! The town that keeps the roof blazing!
I hear a small and delicate giggle from Red as I look back at the camera crew and see blank faces...
Chase: Don't get me wrong, Chi-town got it going on, And New York is the city that we know don't sleep, And we all know that L.A. and Philly stay jiggy, But on the sneak, Miami bringing heat for real, Y'all don't understand, I never seen so many Dominican women with cinnamon tans...
I look again at the camera crew and see blank faces.
Chase: You uncultured yuppies... No taste in good music... I'm sure the folks at home got the reference. At least those bright enough to be my fans.
I smirk towards the camera.
Chase: For those that don't, it was Miami from Biggie Willie himself Will Smith... You see this week we're in the 305, Miami for the Payback, the first WCF Pay Per View of 2014. I'm probably one of many that are looking for a better 2014 cause quite frankly the last part of 2013 professionally at least. I mean I'm on a pretty crappy losing streak and if the supposed experts and critics are right then I've pretty much already lost my first PPV match of 2014 cause I'm facing The Queen of WCF Sarah Twilight and her bitch, sorry play thing Lilith, if that wasn't bad enough I've been teamed with a man I hate Seifer Black... I know hate is quite a strong word but then my feeling of anger and sheer hatred of the man are pretty strong so as far as I'm concerned is the right strength for the amount of disdain I have for the man... So before I get into my thoughts about my opponent I want to talk about my supposed tag team partner...
I use my hands to emphasis his name.
Chase: Seifer Black, The Apocalyptic Paradigm... Sorry the Angel of Judgement... I can't believe the hypocritical bastard is calling himself that I mean come on... Everyone knows he sure as hell isn't no angel despite his umpteen pleas for forgiveness... You see I've pretty much been at war with him more than I've been allied with the prick... First as the WolfPack... He was one of the countless fake heroes that tried to stop up but always came up short... Thinking about it that should probably be his autobiography tag line “The man that always came up short!”... Then there was the whole couple saga where he and his now dead wife crucified my pregnant ex- fiancée Aeryn... Then there was the Misfits of Anarchy... Seifer Black and Chase Michaels as a tag team... Where we went on to defeat Matthew Robinson and Jason Myers for the NWA Tag Team Championships... Then shortly after that I turned on him and reformed the WolfPack with Jason Myers and Ric Reaper... Then when ever Steele Matthew was mistakenly brought in to the Pack things went south and then I want back solo and continued to passionately hate his guts... And that's pretty much the highlights of the Seifer Black and Chase Michaels saga...
I let a smirk appear across my face.
Chase: Most people would and have said that after all the wars we've been through with each other and trust me they were vicious and bloody wars, that there should be some mutual respect there and that I should forgive and forget and move on with my life... But you see with that sentence they prove to me just how ignorant they are and how well they don't know me... They want me to respect a man the crucified my loved one live on national television?! I say fuck no I will never respect that prick... People say love is the strongest emotion we have but what they forget to say is that Hate is also a pretty strong emotion as well... I mean love and compassion can lead us to forgive the worst crimes people commit against up but all hate is the one that lead to those crimes to be committed so you can't have love without hate much like you can't have light without dark or life without death... So far as I'm concerned Seifer can be tortured in the Ninth Circle of hell for the rest of eternity for all I care... Now before someone comments on the fact that the ninth circle of hell is for treachery... Seifer betrayed on of the unwritten laws in this business never involve a opponents family in your battle with the opponents... I know that might make me seem pretty naïve when I live by that but this is a professional wrestling business, talk all the shit and do what ever you need to do to the opponent to beat them and in some case destroy them but don't bring in that persons family... I may have done some pretty despicable things in my career but I've never attacked an opponents pregnant significant other... So yeah he belongs in the ninth circle for betraying that code...
I take a breath to calm myself down.
Chase: But you see as much as I dislike Seifer, I have more important things to worry about... I'm sure by now everyone has seen what Sarah and Sarah light tried to do with the company that I used to work for but you see what those two bitches don't realise is I have no loyalty to NWA, in fact NWA and WCF are about the lowest points in my life so far... Cause you see despite all I accomplished in NWA I was always treated like the bit of shit on the bottom of their collective NWA shoe... I mean I won two NWA World Championships after I was approached to cause the supposed main event talent couldn't live up their billing... So as far as you trashing NWA you would have been actually doing me a favour by trashing it... But it's typical petty bullshit as usual from you two... Cause you really want people to believe all that crap about NWA and how it's worthless compared to WCF...
I burst out laughing uncontrollably.
Chase: You two are nothing but petty, self obsessed little princess bitches... You see as good as the crappy acting was... You know nothing about NWA, the people that ran it or the people that competed there... You see unlike WCF back there despite everything that happened to me they actually gave someone like me a chance, they actually gave people the opportunity to make something of themselves while WCF... WCF supposedly the best wrestling company on the planet... Don't make me fucking laugh WCF has some talented people amongst its roster but it also has some petty, two faced scum... You and Lilith are two prime examples... Ever since anyone from NWA has stepped into WCF, all we've been shown is just how petty supposed legends of this business truly are... You constantly bitch and whine about how bad we are but have you ever looked in the mirror... Cause the one reason why I would take NWA over WCF despite all the promises of been given a fair shot in this company and despite all the shitload of crap I had to put up with in NWA, at least their level of pettiness was small compared to the petty antics and childish behaviour of the supposed elite in WCF... So you know what Sarah I tried to play nice with you, I even spoken in favour of you... But it's quite honest you're nothing but a spoilt petty hag with a superior complex... Everyone in WCF has to bend around your little finger otherwise that get treated like they've got the plague... Well guess what Sarah... I've been treated a lot worst by a lot better than you... So talk all the trash you want about NWA, about Seifer, Matthew, Chelsea and myself... You're just proving what everyone is thinking but doesn't have that balls to say to your face... I may not have the best record here in WCF, hell I may even be a joke but you know what I rather be a joke than some backstage politicking bitter, pathetic, petty, twisted hag of person...
A take a breath before a smirk comes across my face...
Chase: Good I've been dying to say that about you for so long... I probably should move on but you know that little perform you put on with pretty damn pathetic, you've proved just how much you really don't know about NWA, you see when NWA closed it went into bankruptcy and all of it's assets including merchandising, advertisements and equipment was sold off to pay for the debts of the company, hell the supposed NWA ring you torched was actually a fake, cause you know how I know cause the actual NWA ring is sitting in pieces in the basement of someone I know, Joey Nitro's props... Well his desk is sitting in the garage of my home as I use it for a work bench... Hell I've even flogged some of the NWA recording equipment to someone in the porn industry just to make some of the royaltys I was owed back... So you're little display of trying to act all tough and butch by burning and trashing NWA stuff proved exactly what everyone think is of you... You see if you had actually bothered to get off you pathetic arses then you would of known what happened to NWA and for your information most of the other stuff was sold as part of a fire sale and anything that wasn't sold was grabbed up but not only the talent but also those that worked for the company... Oh and as far as the two actors you brought in to play Frank Jacobs and Mitch that would have been actually pretty funny except for the fact that Frank Jacobs is working for a sports company over in Japan in a advisory role and Mitch currently works for PBS News Network... And for the record neither of them ever looked like that. So once again you've proven to not only me but to the world just how pathetic and petty you two really are...
I shake my head in disgust.
Chase: Think I've talked enough about that major balls up on your part. So lets talk about the wacko Lilith... You see it's all well and good that you've beaten me but at this point that puts you on the same level as Jack Happy, Caleb the country bumpkin and a few others... What I mean is it's not exactly a pretty high level is it... You see what gets me about you is that a few months ago Sarah put you in a coma after beating the crap out of you and now that she's started dating you all of sudden she's seen something of her in you and know you're the best thing since slice bread... Face it Lilith you've basically become her bitch... She seen you as weak minded enough to be able to change you how ever she wants... So go ahead believe that she thinks your special when everyone else realises she's just trying to manipulate you to doing what she wants and to be who she wants you be... Me I would rather be myself and have everyone hate me than be someone else’s puppet and bitch...
Again I let a smirk appear across my face.
Chase: So both of you know that if you think I'm ever going to roll over and play dead to you or anyone then...
I look direct into the camera with a cold stare.
You'll be DEAD wrong... I've come here for a fight... I don't care if I win or lose... All I've every cared about providing for me and mine... So be warned Sarah and Lilith... When you step in the ring with me the biggest mistake of your life will be to underestimate me and think I'll roll over and play dead... Cause it's going to be all out war... And the message will remain the same... I'm the King of My World... So do what ever you want... Say whatever you want... It doesn't matter to me cause come Payback the hunt is on...
The scene fades as I walk out of shot.
