Post by CJ Phoenix on Apr 17, 2016 17:00:26 GMT -5
Preface-The Inner Demon
Voice: Emergency! Emergency! The prisoner in iso cell 15 has escaped! Initiating total lockdown! We CANNOT allow him to escape! Stop him at all costs!
Two officers are running down a hallway when they appear to have spotted the convict.
Officer 1: Hands in the air!
Officer 2: It's over!
The convict charges at them, causing the officers to fire. However, the criminal seemed unfazed. His hands morphed into blades and he sliced the guards in the bloodiest game of fruit ninja ever! Minute by minute, this monstrosity continued to make his way through the prison until he bludgeoned every guard in the prison. Drenched in the blood of his enemies, he exited the prison with a sadistic smirk on his face. He tears open a portal and walks through it. On the other side, there's a peaceful meadow, and in that meadow lies Chase. The sound of the portal opening awakens Chase, and he is both horrified and agitated when he sees the demon.
Chase: You! It can't be! I got rid of you!
: Hello Chase, it's been seventeen months.You look like you've seen a ghost. You of all people should know, "CJ Phoenix", that a phoenix knows how to rise from his ashes. I've just been biding my time, getting a little stronger each time you lose focus. Each time you get pissed off or depressed or anxious, I feed off of it. I must say, you disappoint me, Chase.Chase: What are you blabbing about, Progenitus?
Progenitus: You've become soft and sloppy. I've been watching you from the prison you put me in for nearly a year and a half. I've even been watching your promos and matches in the WCF. How are you not champion right now? Oh, I know why, because you're weak!
Chase: Strong enough to imprison you though.
Progenitus: But not by yourself, and as you can see, I'm not imprisoned anymore. It's never been about you, Chase. You can lift all the weights and do all the studying and planning you want. It doesn't change the obvious truth.
Chase: And that would be...
Progenitus: You're helpless without Kaiyah, and what's worse is the fact that you haven't used her to take over the WCF or even win the TV title. Of course, that wouldn't change anything. You'd still be hiding behind her.
Chase: You're wrong, Progenitus. She supports me.
Progenitus: No! You're wrong Chase! She's got your balls in her purse, man! You're letting her be in your promos. You let her tame you like a domestic puppy. She's the only reason that you've been in control of this vessel for so long. She tried to get you to lock me away forever so that you wouldn't be sadistic anymore. However, piece by piece, you've been falling apart. You just lost a TV title match AGAIN! You're NOT good enough, and it pisses you off! You're depressed because you feel like no matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to take that next step. You're like the Bengals, good enough to make the playoffs, but not quite good enough to get a playoff win. Finally, coming so close so many times has made you desperate. So desperate that you've become obsessed with your wins and losses. 3-2-2 right? Yeah. All this time you've been making me stronger. Maybe I should send some thanks to Stuart Slane and Tiffany White. I might just make their meeting with Fang less painful than everyone else's.
Chase: You're not introducing anyone to Fang.
Progenitus: You're in no condition to tell ME what I will and won't do! You don't understand your situation, so I'll explain it to you. If you tell Kaiyah about me, and she tried to stop me, then it just further proves me right that you're nothing more than her little pet birdie. It'll demoralize you and make you doubt yourself, which makes me stronger. If you don't tell her, then you'll be hiding the guilt of not telling her and the burden of splitting your focus on your match with Andrew Marx this Sunday and trying to hold me back. Here's some advice, don't. I'm going to take over this vessel because you're no longer fit to do so.
Chase: You're full of shit. I'm perfectly capable of handling myself and beating Marx. In case you haven't counted, I've already beaten him twice.
Progenitus: Exactly! You have beaten him twice! This makes you the favorite! You can no longer afford to lose this match! You're desperate for a win Sunday. I can feel it! Desperation will probably get you past a bottom rung like Andy, but it won't take you as far as you're trying to go. You're unstable. Maybe I should give Kaiyah a few dozen drinks so you can--
Chase: Shut up! Shut the hell up!
Progenitus: See? THAT'S the Chase that needs to be out there! That's the Chase that you need to be! Come on! Hate me! I know your strengths AND your weaknesses! I AM your weakness, your "anger" problem. Remember that? Remember Kaiyah's alcohol abuse?
Chase charges at Progenitus and punches him in the face. Progenitus begins to laugh.
Progenitus: Look's like I've struck gold, and plenty of it. Face it, you've lost yourself. Take a spot on the bench until you learn to truly unleash the monster within you.
Progenitus stabs Chase in the chest.
Progenitus: We both know that I'M fear's worst nightmare, and you, Marx, and everyone else will see why.
Progenitus laughs as everything fades to black.
April 15th
Portland, Oregon
Here we have CJ Phoenix after a house show being interviewed live.
Reporter: I'm here with WCF star CJ Phoenix. CJ, first off, thanks for agreeing to this interview.
Phoenix: No probs.
Reporter: So, after your match last Sunday, you stole the show with some amazing moves and spots, but you couldn't quite capture the TV Title. What was the feeling like for you after that match?
Phoenix: You know, I have only myself to blame for that one. I feel like I was holding something back. I wasn't as ruthless as I should've been. I've learned from that.
Reporter: I see, and how does this affect you heading into your upcoming match with Andrew Marx?
Phoenix: Well, Marx is no dummy. The fact that he's still in this business proves that he at least has some potential. However, my previous match has made me feel so much more alive! You see, there won't be any hand shakes or "good game"s this Sunday. This won't even be a match. It'll be a statement.
Reporter: A statement? I wonder what that statement will be.
Phoenix: Oh you'll find out my friend.
Reporter: Alrighty then. That's a bit concerning. You have two wins against Marx, and it seems like both of you need a win. You to avoid losing back to back matches, and him to finally get a win over you. How much pressure are you feeling to win this match?
Phoenix laughs the same way Progenitus laughs.
Phoenix: The CJ Phoenix you knew last week would probably feel like this is a must win for him. Thankfully, that guy's on the bench right now. Yes. I've had two matches with Marx, and I know better than to think that he's dumb enough to try the same shit a third time. Who knows, he might try to sneak attack me before the match starts. He's going to pull out all the stops because he hates me right now. He hates my guts, and it's gotten to the point that he'll want to rip them out. You know what I say to that? I hope he tries his hardest to do so. Make no mistake, the being sitting in front of you is indeed identified as CJ Phoenix, but I'm much, much different.
Reporter: Different? How so?
Phoenix: Andrew Marx will step into the ring looking to defeat CJ Phoenix. CJ Phoenix will step into the ring with no cares about winning or losing. Hell, I'd rather it be a street fight so that I won't have to wait to get to the ring to make an example out of Marx. It's going to get ugly out there. I can promise you that. Come on, Andy! I know you're watching! I want you to channel all of that hatred into this match. Get as pissed off as you can possibly get. I have a lot of people that I'm going to introduce to my buddy, Fang. Congrats, you'll be the first to meet Fang! If you're lucky, I might be merciful enough to let Fang be the last thing you see.
Phoenix stands up.
Phoenix: I've been waiting a long time for this. Longer than anyone out there knows. Sunday, the chains come off. The bloodthirsty monstrosity known as Fear's Worst Nightmare will finally show his true face! Hahahaha!! Andy, Fang and I are hungry for blood. You're gonna be a blood bank, and we're gonna make a withdraw. I'm actually disappointed in you, man. I can't believe you lost to me...twice! I sure as hell hope you've changed buddy! Because if you haven't, I might have to bring a body bag to put your corpse in. You've seen the Talon Kick. You've seen the Spear. Hell, you might've even seen the Phoenix Splash. None of that matters, Andy. None of it! I have plenty more in my arsenal. I'm a Rolodex of violence! So what's it gonna take to get Andrew Marx at his fullest? Should I delve into our past and see where I hit you with a Spear so that I can hit that same spot over and over again until you're coughing up broken pieces of your ribs? Nooooooo. That's not enough! How about I add enough Talon Kicks to put Liu Kang's bicycle kick to shame.
He looks into the camera.
Phoenix: I see you, Andrew Marx. I see the look of desperation on your face. You can't afford to lose to me a third time, but you can't stop it from happening. That's what haunts you! I've been in your nightmares. I'm still there. Every time you close your eyes, you see me a step ahead of you. You fight me in your sleep, but you always wake up broken and defeated. This isn't even a mind game for me anymore. No. This is more of me preparing for a feast! The appetizer, Andrew Marx. The main course, his soul and will to move on. You have PTSD now. And the traumatic event, you and me being in the same ring. I'm going to make your life more of a living nightmare than it already is. Before I go, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. The Chase Jackson you knew is gone. He's locked away in the same prison he's had me in for the last seventeen months. This "CJ Phoenix" you knew, won't be showing up to Slam.
He lets out an ominous laugh. Then, he grabs the camera and Talon Kicks it, breaking it and shutting off the feed.
