Post by Chase Michaels on Feb 16, 2014 17:54:39 GMT -5
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Location: AT&T Center in San Antonio, Texas
Time: Earlier Today
Off Camera
The scene opens at the AT&T Center in San Antonio where I'm sitting up in the rafters dressed in my usual gear, a Black Hoodie with my Saints cut over the top, a pair of jeans along with a pair of black modern military boots with my legs dangling over the edge of the walkway as I look down as the ring crew applying the finishing touches to the show later in the night.
Red: Thought I would find you up here.
I look up and see Red standing on the walkway dressed in her usual gear a pair of tight red leather trousers, black leather thigh high boots, a red and black leather jacket with her hooded red cloak over the top.
Chase: Yeah just trying to clear my head a little bit before the show.
Red: Anything you want to talk about?
Chase: What you mean about the fact that I'm pretty much scrapping through money wise especially now that prick Eric Price has cut my god damn wages in half?... Nah I'm good.
Red: You don't have to worry about that Connors is dealing with it as we speak, you really think he would let a prick like Price cut your wages in half without no good reason? It'll take time but Connors will get it sorted, someone like Eric Price gets his jollies off by sticking it to people like you, don't let him get to you.
Chase: Ever since I've gotten into this business people have tried to screw me left right and center, just because of who I am... Back in NWA it was Chino and Distoner because of who I was and now it's god damn Eric Price cause of what, where I came from before here? I'm tired of dealing with all the political power-tripping bullshit I came to WCF to wrestle not play backstage politics!
Red walks over to me...
Red: Get up!
I look at her confused.
Red: I said get the fuck up!
Chase: Okay...
I get back to my feet.
Red: This goes against my better judgement.
I look at her even more confused.
Chase: What d...?
Before I can finish she grabs me by the collar of my Saints cut and pulls me in and plants a passionate kiss on my lips which takes me breathe away... All I can muster is
Chase: Wow!?
Red: The best way to stick it to power hungry pricks like Eric Price I show them exactly who they're dealing with, not by running your mouth off to them, not whinging to their superiors but by going out there and showing them that you're not going to take it and by showing them exactly who you are and what you can do in that damn ring! And one more thing...
She grabs me by the collar of my Saints cut again and pulls me in and plants another passionate kiss on my lips which takes me breathe away again. I look at her confused as she slyly smiles at me...
Red: What... That one was for me..
I smile at her...
Red: Lets go as there's a camera crew waiting for you downstairs.
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----------{Scene Two}----------
Location: AT&T Center in San Antonio, Texas
Time: Present
On Camera
The scene reopens on the cheap seats over looking the ring, where a camera crew has set their equipment up. Red who has fastened her mask on and pulled up the hood on her cloak and myself take a seat infront of the camera before the camera man counts me in 3...2...1
Chase: Welcome to San Antonio, Texas... Now the pleasantaries are out of the way with lets gets down to business this week I'm facing a mime... A god damn mime... I suppose due to who I've wrestled in the past this shouldn't come as much of a surprise... Cause I've face lets say for the sake of argument a wide range of competitors from the bizarre to the down right boring... And believe it or not this isn't the first time I've actually had to step in the ring with a mime... Anyone from NWA will remember Steve The Mime... Unlike WCF's the guy was a walking punch bag and pretty much a running joke... The guy was pretty pathetic when it came to wrestling but since this isn't NWA instead it's WCF... I ain't taking him for granted... I've taken people for granted in the past and it didn't end well for me... So mime you may not be much for speaking but you need to listen... I have nothing against you or other mimes but this is a wrestling business... Where men and women wrestle for a living... So when you step in the ring with me this week you better be prepared cause all of you miming will not save you from the beating you've got coming this week...
I let a devilish smirk appear on my face.
Chase: Now lets talk about the other competitor that I'm facing this week... Jordan Ciserano... The guy that thinks he can break any competitor down and then beat them... Congratulations dipshit, you're not the person in the wrestling business to think that he can break down his opponents and then beat them... You see while you may think it's all well and good to say that the fact of the matter is you really need to be able to back in up in the ring before you start running your damn mouth... I mean who exactly have you beaten since you got here that gives you the right to think that you can break down anyone in the middle of that ring? What the Wild Gangstas?
I burst out laughing...
Chase: I mean come on, those two couldn't fight their way out of a damn wet paper bag without getting it wrong... So before you start running your mouth to me about the people that have beaten me, don't forget the people that I've beaten since I joined... Like your new buddy Cormack... Asking him whether he was able to break me down and beat me... The fact of the matter is he didn't... He's good but on that night I proved once again I was better... My record against members of your little crew is two to nothing... I've beaten Cormack twice now, the first time I beat him single handedly when he teamed with his buddy Venom who has seemed to vanish off of the face of the planet and then again last week in a singles match... Everyone knows he's your MVP in your little group, so when you step in the ring... Bring things to the extreme bring out the Hardcore Conqueror but the fact of the matter is he ain't going to be enough... You aren't going to be enough to beat me... The fact of the matter you and you buddy who I'm not going to name for legal reason mainly cause he's a little bitch aren't even a good tag team... In my career I've excelled at both singles and tag team competition... You may even say I'm a bit of an expert at tag team wrestling... The fact that everywhere I've been I've held tag team gold with various different tag team partners...
I smirk again...
Chase: As good as you think you are both in singles competition and tag team competition the fact is I'm better... That's just something that you're going to have to deal with... But I digress this week it's a triple threat match so there's no tagging in and out... It's going to be you, me and a mime in the middle of the ring... Your buddies aren't going to be their to help you this week Ciserano... Not that they would do you any good anyways... This week you're going to come up short just like Cormack did last week... Now I know you're probably going to try and run your mouth about how you're better than me and how you and your little clique are going to be the big dogs in this place before long... Guess what...
I smirk again...
Chase: I'm the Lone Wolf... And I'll tear your damn throat out if I have to before I bow to you or anyone... And like I said to Cormack last you and your buddies are nothing but the little yappie dogs that bark and snarls at the bigger animals and this week your barking and snarling at a damn wolf... A wolf that will happily tear your damn head off because it's not for business or personal but because he damn well wants to... This week you're stepping in the ring with me, the Lone Wolf... And I don't care who it is that steps in the ring with me... Whether it's Twilight, Jack Happy, Lilith or some Mime or some jumped up spot monkey.. To me you're just the next things to overcome... So if you think I'm ever going to roll over and play dead to you or anyone so that you can use me to send a message to the rest of the roster then...
I look direct into the camera with a cold stare.
Chase: You'll be DEAD wrong... I've come here for a fight... I don't care if I win or lose... All I've ever cared about providing for me and mine... So be warned 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... And the message that will be heard won't be the one you want as it will remain the same I send out every time I step in that ring ... 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 Slam the hunt is on... And it's survive if I let you!
I stand up and Red follows my lead and stands up as well...
Chase: See you soon boys...
Off Camera
As I got to walk away, the camera man hands me a envelope.
Cameraman: Nitro ordered me to give you this.
Chase: Cheers.
I slide the envelope away into my pocket as I make my way up the steps and back to my locker room with Red.
----------{Scene Fades}----------
Location: AT&T Center in San Antonio, Texas
Time: Earlier Today
Off Camera
The scene opens at the AT&T Center in San Antonio where I'm sitting up in the rafters dressed in my usual gear, a Black Hoodie with my Saints cut over the top, a pair of jeans along with a pair of black modern military boots with my legs dangling over the edge of the walkway as I look down as the ring crew applying the finishing touches to the show later in the night.
Red: Thought I would find you up here.
I look up and see Red standing on the walkway dressed in her usual gear a pair of tight red leather trousers, black leather thigh high boots, a red and black leather jacket with her hooded red cloak over the top.
Chase: Yeah just trying to clear my head a little bit before the show.
Red: Anything you want to talk about?
Chase: What you mean about the fact that I'm pretty much scrapping through money wise especially now that prick Eric Price has cut my god damn wages in half?... Nah I'm good.
Red: You don't have to worry about that Connors is dealing with it as we speak, you really think he would let a prick like Price cut your wages in half without no good reason? It'll take time but Connors will get it sorted, someone like Eric Price gets his jollies off by sticking it to people like you, don't let him get to you.
Chase: Ever since I've gotten into this business people have tried to screw me left right and center, just because of who I am... Back in NWA it was Chino and Distoner because of who I was and now it's god damn Eric Price cause of what, where I came from before here? I'm tired of dealing with all the political power-tripping bullshit I came to WCF to wrestle not play backstage politics!
Red walks over to me...
Red: Get up!
I look at her confused.
Red: I said get the fuck up!
Chase: Okay...
I get back to my feet.
Red: This goes against my better judgement.
I look at her even more confused.
Chase: What d...?
Before I can finish she grabs me by the collar of my Saints cut and pulls me in and plants a passionate kiss on my lips which takes me breathe away... All I can muster is
Chase: Wow!?
Red: The best way to stick it to power hungry pricks like Eric Price I show them exactly who they're dealing with, not by running your mouth off to them, not whinging to their superiors but by going out there and showing them that you're not going to take it and by showing them exactly who you are and what you can do in that damn ring! And one more thing...
She grabs me by the collar of my Saints cut again and pulls me in and plants another passionate kiss on my lips which takes me breathe away again. I look at her confused as she slyly smiles at me...
Red: What... That one was for me..
I smile at her...
Red: Lets go as there's a camera crew waiting for you downstairs.
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----------{Scene Two}----------
Location: AT&T Center in San Antonio, Texas
Time: Present
On Camera
The scene reopens on the cheap seats over looking the ring, where a camera crew has set their equipment up. Red who has fastened her mask on and pulled up the hood on her cloak and myself take a seat infront of the camera before the camera man counts me in 3...2...1
Chase: Welcome to San Antonio, Texas... Now the pleasantaries are out of the way with lets gets down to business this week I'm facing a mime... A god damn mime... I suppose due to who I've wrestled in the past this shouldn't come as much of a surprise... Cause I've face lets say for the sake of argument a wide range of competitors from the bizarre to the down right boring... And believe it or not this isn't the first time I've actually had to step in the ring with a mime... Anyone from NWA will remember Steve The Mime... Unlike WCF's the guy was a walking punch bag and pretty much a running joke... The guy was pretty pathetic when it came to wrestling but since this isn't NWA instead it's WCF... I ain't taking him for granted... I've taken people for granted in the past and it didn't end well for me... So mime you may not be much for speaking but you need to listen... I have nothing against you or other mimes but this is a wrestling business... Where men and women wrestle for a living... So when you step in the ring with me this week you better be prepared cause all of you miming will not save you from the beating you've got coming this week...
I let a devilish smirk appear on my face.
Chase: Now lets talk about the other competitor that I'm facing this week... Jordan Ciserano... The guy that thinks he can break any competitor down and then beat them... Congratulations dipshit, you're not the person in the wrestling business to think that he can break down his opponents and then beat them... You see while you may think it's all well and good to say that the fact of the matter is you really need to be able to back in up in the ring before you start running your damn mouth... I mean who exactly have you beaten since you got here that gives you the right to think that you can break down anyone in the middle of that ring? What the Wild Gangstas?
I burst out laughing...
Chase: I mean come on, those two couldn't fight their way out of a damn wet paper bag without getting it wrong... So before you start running your mouth to me about the people that have beaten me, don't forget the people that I've beaten since I joined... Like your new buddy Cormack... Asking him whether he was able to break me down and beat me... The fact of the matter is he didn't... He's good but on that night I proved once again I was better... My record against members of your little crew is two to nothing... I've beaten Cormack twice now, the first time I beat him single handedly when he teamed with his buddy Venom who has seemed to vanish off of the face of the planet and then again last week in a singles match... Everyone knows he's your MVP in your little group, so when you step in the ring... Bring things to the extreme bring out the Hardcore Conqueror but the fact of the matter is he ain't going to be enough... You aren't going to be enough to beat me... The fact of the matter you and you buddy who I'm not going to name for legal reason mainly cause he's a little bitch aren't even a good tag team... In my career I've excelled at both singles and tag team competition... You may even say I'm a bit of an expert at tag team wrestling... The fact that everywhere I've been I've held tag team gold with various different tag team partners...
I smirk again...
Chase: As good as you think you are both in singles competition and tag team competition the fact is I'm better... That's just something that you're going to have to deal with... But I digress this week it's a triple threat match so there's no tagging in and out... It's going to be you, me and a mime in the middle of the ring... Your buddies aren't going to be their to help you this week Ciserano... Not that they would do you any good anyways... This week you're going to come up short just like Cormack did last week... Now I know you're probably going to try and run your mouth about how you're better than me and how you and your little clique are going to be the big dogs in this place before long... Guess what...
I smirk again...
Chase: I'm the Lone Wolf... And I'll tear your damn throat out if I have to before I bow to you or anyone... And like I said to Cormack last you and your buddies are nothing but the little yappie dogs that bark and snarls at the bigger animals and this week your barking and snarling at a damn wolf... A wolf that will happily tear your damn head off because it's not for business or personal but because he damn well wants to... This week you're stepping in the ring with me, the Lone Wolf... And I don't care who it is that steps in the ring with me... Whether it's Twilight, Jack Happy, Lilith or some Mime or some jumped up spot monkey.. To me you're just the next things to overcome... So if you think I'm ever going to roll over and play dead to you or anyone so that you can use me to send a message to the rest of the roster then...
I look direct into the camera with a cold stare.
Chase: You'll be DEAD wrong... I've come here for a fight... I don't care if I win or lose... All I've ever cared about providing for me and mine... So be warned 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... And the message that will be heard won't be the one you want as it will remain the same I send out every time I step in that ring ... 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 Slam the hunt is on... And it's survive if I let you!
I stand up and Red follows my lead and stands up as well...
Chase: See you soon boys...
Off Camera
As I got to walk away, the camera man hands me a envelope.
Cameraman: Nitro ordered me to give you this.
Chase: Cheers.
I slide the envelope away into my pocket as I make my way up the steps and back to my locker room with Red.
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