Kingdom To Ashes
Jan 6, 2019 23:07:49 GMT -5
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Post by Scott Slayer on Jan 6, 2019 23:07:49 GMT -5
Scott Slayer is at the ONE press conference to discuss his upcoming Hardcore Championship match. Scott is wearing dark sunglasses, a black leather jacket, blue jeans, and golden Nike’s. He is inside the Pennsylvania Convention Center with reporters. Shadow is standing behind him. A man with a microphone comes up on the stage.
Announcer: Okay ladies and gentlemen. This is the press conference for WCF’s annual big event, ONE and we’re going to get started right away. Our first guest at this time, Scott Slayer.
The crowd claps and reporters get their recorders and cameras ready. Scott Slayer begins speaking like he’s annoyed.
Scott Slayer: Alright now, let’s get this going. I don’t have all day and I have a match to train for.
Shadow looks nervous about the conference.
Shadow: Listen Scott, this isn’t a good idea.
Scott Slayer: Relax, I got this. This is all for press and media.
Shadow: Something doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel safe.
The reporters look confused about Scott talking to himself.
Announcer: Okay. He’s obviously not in the greatest of moods, so let’s move this along. You in the white blazer.
Scott Slayer: Wait, wait. Is that who I think it is? Oh hell no! Hank?
Hank: Hey I just wanted to get your thoughts-
Scott Slayer: Bitch, get out of here. Security I don’t want to his ass in here, I hate him.
Hank: I don’t think that’s necessary.
Scott Slayer: Get out before I punch your jaw again!
Security push Hank out of the door while everyone looks nervous and anxious. Scott Slayer looks irritated but spots a cute woman.
Scott Slayer: You, gorgeous lady in the stunning blue dress. Do you have a question?
Lady: Yes, I do. My question is about-
Scott Slayer: Before you speak I want to ask you a question. Are you seeing anyone?
The lady blushes as she speaks.
Lady: I actually have a husband.
Scott Slayer looks angry again.
Scott Slayer: Get the fuck out of here. Security, get rid of this cretin.
Security pushes the lady out of the door and reporters are now looking scared.
Scott Slayer: Alright who’s next? You, in the ridiculous white vest and church pants looking like you’re at a science convention.
Man 1: My question for you is how do you feel about having a WCF Hardcore Championship match at their biggest event, ONE?
Scott Slayer: That’s a very dumb question because everyone should know how I feel. How would you feel if you had a championship match at ONE? Great right? That’s how I feel. I mean this is my first one on one championship match and it’s happening at ONE. It takes people years to earn that spot, but I did it in months. And I’m not talking about some slot on the pre show, or a meaningless match like Adam Young and Mischa Killings, or taking place in some ridiculous wedding. That reminds me of the time when I was on Twitter and Adam Young is making this huge hype about returning to WCF. That’s all that he is. Hype.
Another man in a red sweater and khakis grabs the microphone to speak up about Adam Young.
Man 2: Adam is a former WCF, Six Man, and Tag Team champion. I don’t see how that is all hype.
Scott Slayer is amuses and laughs it off. He then leans into his microphone.
Scott Slayer: See, here’s what’s so funny. You think I actually care about what you have to say. Then you say the past accomplishments of his. Key word, past. He’s just an old dinosaur waiting to be extinct, which he should be. All those things he did in the past. He gloats about him being a former world champion, but I guess he wasn’t good enough to keep it. Now let’s go back on topic and let’s focus about what you all came to see, which is me.
Announcer: Yeah Scott’s right, this is getting off track so let’s-
Scott Slayer: Hey loser, I don’t need your help to calm anyone down.
Announcer: I’m sorry.
Scott Slayer: Next and last question, I don’t have a lot of time to waste.
Shadow begins to communicate with Scott Slayer telepathically.
Shadow: Scott, I’m telling you we have to leave now! It’s not safe. If you get too angry, I take over your body, and when that happens, everyone is put in danger, because all that anger and rage inside of you is bad enough, mix it up with a shadow made out of that, all Hell breaks loose.
Scott Slayer begins speaking telepathically with Shadow.
Scott Slayer: What the- how are you doing that?
Shadow: Our minds, bodies, and souls are bonded together.
Scott Slayer: That’s some freaky shit. But, look Shadow, we’ve gone through this short press conference with no worries. It’s only one more question and we’ll be on our way back home.
Shadow: No, we have to leave now! I’m telling you-
An African-American man in a blue suit and bow tie and brown dress shoes and pants, speaks up, breaking the telepathically speaking between Scott and Shadow.
Man 3: Well, since this is the last question, I have one for you.
Scott Slayer: Lay it on me. Not that way you dirty minded idiots. But, I wouldn’t mind if a girl- you know what just ask the question.
Man 3: My question is that how will this match affect you and Kennedy’s relationship as “family?”
Scott Slayer: Me and Kennedy both know each other very well. We both know that we will do whatever it takes to win or keep a championship. She knows that I’m an unpredictable, cold blooded demon in this shell of skin. I know that she’s cunning, manipulative, and may look like a classy woman when there is something darker in there just begging to break out. Some people say that I will turn on her, that she will turn on me, that we don’t really trust each other. Maybe you guys are right. Maybe, she’s just a pawn in my greater plan, maybe I’m just a scrap of metal in her oil rig, maybe we’re both secretly plotting against one another. Perhaps, I am the better wrestler out of us two. I mean, she did piggyback on my Hardcore Championship match against DW at Payback, just like she piggybacked off of the success of her sister and the rest of her meaningless family. If anything she became Hardcore Champion because of me. That match was supposed to be one on one, but she used her sex appeal to get into the match, maybe she fucked a couple of guys backstage and got herself inserted into the match. When she won DW’s torture stone, I made her win. I’m the one who’s always looking out for her, I’m the reason that she’s accomplished what she has today! You know what maybe everyone is right about Kennedy! What if she is just using me? Just like how she used Estrella in the past, she used her family in the past, and now she’s using me. She can’t do anything on her own. Someone always, always has to be there for her. But, when I get in trouble, when I get bruised and beaten out of my misery, she goes to have sex with Jaice. She’s too busy kissing and fucking it up with Jaice, but when she gets hurt, who does she call? Me. Who makes sure that she’s the best woman’s wrestler here? Me. Who makes sure that know one lays a finger in her? That is still me! Maybe she’s not a real friend! Or maybe she is. I don’t know anymore!
Scot Slayer begins shaking angrily, and a black mist circles around him.
Man 3: Scott-
Scott Slayer: What bitch, what?!
Scott Slayer’s eyes turn red, his hair gets spiky and his voice gets tremendously deeper. Scott looks angry and pissed off. He throws down the microphone, and kicks down the podium. He knocks over the table.
Reporters scream as they’re terrified as what’s going on at the press conference.
Scott Slayer: Huh, what?! Isn’t this who you all wanted to see?! You wanted to see the real me?! This is who you I am! All of you asked for this, and now you’re getting it!
Scott gets up close and personal with the camera and delivers a message to Kennedy.
Scott Slayer: Kennedy, you did this to Scott! You did this to my creator! Scott’s gone because of you! I’ll make you pay! At ONE, Scott will be the least of your damn worries!
Scott punches the camera and storms out of he building as everyone watches in shock.
Day 2: If It Doesn’t Kill You, It Makes You Stronger.
Scott/Shadow is sitting in Scott’s home, in his bedroom writing something in his notebook.
Scott/Shadow: It’s only been one day since the press conference went downhill, but it seems like the whole world is talking about it. People are saying that it was a disgrace, others are saying that it was a publicity stunt, but no one is praising the action. Well fuck them. I don’t give a damn about their approval, and I know Scott wouldn’t care. It’s all Kennedy’s fault that, we, lost our tempers. Maybe I burned one of Scott’s bridges, but it’s for his own good. Until after his match, I cannot let him come out, and let him break my possession of him, he’ll only try to calm me down.
Scott/Shadow puts down the pencil and stops writing.
Scott/Shadow: I’m done writing for now. I think that I made my point.
Scott’s phone rings. It’s one of Scott’s friends, Trey. Shadow disguises his voice and talks to Trey.
Trey: Hey what’s up Scotty?
Scott/Shadow: Hey Trey, what’s going on?
Trey: Nothing much man, just at the club. After what happened yesterday, you deserve a break.
Scott/Shadow: You know I don’t drink alcohol Trey.
Trey: They have non alcoholic drinks.
Scott/Shadow is about to say no, but thinks that Trey’s right. Scott/Shadow reluctantly agrees to go.
Scott/Shadow: Ugh, fine. I guess one night wouldn’t hurt.
Scott/Shadow gets in his car and proceeds to the club. He arrives and the bouncer lets him in as he is a famous pro wrestler. Scott sees Trey and they meet up at the bar.
Trey: Whoah, you really changed your look. Not a bad appearance though. I saw that thing you did live on TV yesterday. I had no idea that my friend was supernatural.
Scott/Shadow: I’m not supernatural. It was just special effects. It was all a publicity stunt. But you can’t tell anybody that.
Trey: Whatever bro.
Trey and Scott spot a black woman staring at Scott while smiling. Scott turns back to Trey.
Trey: Bro, I know you did not just turn away from a gorgeous woman like that. Ask her out or at least talk to her.
Scott/Shadow: After what I did yesterday, I’m keeping a low profile. Besides how do we know she’s not one of those chicks looking for a quick night?
Trey: Whatever man. Here have a drink.
Scott/Shadow: I don’t drink alcohol.
Trey: Come on man. Let loose for once in your life. I guess all that anarchy and rebellious stuff you talk about in WCF is just a pile of lies and shit right?
Scott hops over the bartenders counter and grabs a whole bottle of beer. The bartender tries to get him back over the counter but Scott punches him in the face, knocking him unconscious. He hops on the counter and pours it all in his mouth.
The crowd cheers and Scott seems to be having the time of his life. Scott continues to have drinks and gets drunk.
Scott stops talking as he sees the black woman going into the bathroom. She tells him to follow her.
Trey: Yo, man you alright?
Scott/Shadow: I got to go to the bathroom.
Scott enters the men bathroom and sees her leaning against the wall waiting for him.
Woman: That was quite a show you put on. Maybe I can get a private show of my own?
The woman leans towards Scott seductively and puts her hand onto Scott’s penis.
Scott/Shadow: Whoah, what are you doing? I think we should go slow. Besides, aren’t you scared of me, after what I did on national TV yesterday?
Woman: Darling I only live in the fast lane. You don’t scare me. If anything, I like bad boys, always breaking the rules and breaking the bed.
She and Scott kiss passionately.
Woman: Let’s get out of here. You’re obviously to drunk to drive so we can just go to my place.
Scott/Shadow: What about your car? You’re going to leave it here?
Woman: I don’t live far, plus I have enough recognition around here that no one would ever take my things.
Scott/Shadow: Alright then. Lead the way please.
Scott and the woman leave as Trey spots them.
Trey: What the hell man? What’s going on?
Scott/Shadow: I’ll call you tomorrow bro.
Scott and the woman get into Scott’s car and drive to her place. They arrive and enter her house and immediately go to the woman’s room.
Scott/Shadow: Wait, I didn’t catch your name.
The woman pushes him down on the bed and takes her top off.
Woman: Monica.
Scott and Monica proceed to have intercourse and fall asleep after.
The next morning....
Scott and Monica wake up and begin talking to each other in bed.
Monica: So tell me about this Kennedy girl?
Scott/Shadow: Kennedy brought me into WCF. After her debut I was eating catering and she spots me and smiles at me. After every match I had after that she would smile at me backstage and walk away. We became a force to be reckoned with. But, she kept calling herself the leader when I was obviously the better one out of us. I was going to ask her out, but it was too late. I found out about her and Jaice and almost fell apart. She’s a good wrestler, she may look like a bitch, and talk like one, and act like a spoiled diva with daddy issues, but she can wrestle her ass off. But, I should’ve known that she would turn on me. Everyone kept warning me, and I ignored them but that’s a mistake I’m going to redeem at ONE. She will see that I don’t just talk, that I will become Hardcore Champion. She may be a Queen, but I’m going to burn down her whole kingdom, with her inside it. Speaking of which, I should get to training again.
Scott tries to get up but Monica pushes him back down.
Monica: You know, I’m quite the wrestler. Forget Kennedy, you have me now, and I’m never leaving you alone.
Scott/Shadow: Oh really? Well then show me what you can do wrestler.
The scene fades to black as Scott and Monica make out in bed.
Announcer: Okay ladies and gentlemen. This is the press conference for WCF’s annual big event, ONE and we’re going to get started right away. Our first guest at this time, Scott Slayer.
The crowd claps and reporters get their recorders and cameras ready. Scott Slayer begins speaking like he’s annoyed.
Scott Slayer: Alright now, let’s get this going. I don’t have all day and I have a match to train for.
Shadow looks nervous about the conference.
Shadow: Listen Scott, this isn’t a good idea.
Scott Slayer: Relax, I got this. This is all for press and media.
Shadow: Something doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel safe.
The reporters look confused about Scott talking to himself.
Announcer: Okay. He’s obviously not in the greatest of moods, so let’s move this along. You in the white blazer.
Scott Slayer: Wait, wait. Is that who I think it is? Oh hell no! Hank?
Hank: Hey I just wanted to get your thoughts-
Scott Slayer: Bitch, get out of here. Security I don’t want to his ass in here, I hate him.
Hank: I don’t think that’s necessary.
Scott Slayer: Get out before I punch your jaw again!
Security push Hank out of the door while everyone looks nervous and anxious. Scott Slayer looks irritated but spots a cute woman.
Scott Slayer: You, gorgeous lady in the stunning blue dress. Do you have a question?
Lady: Yes, I do. My question is about-
Scott Slayer: Before you speak I want to ask you a question. Are you seeing anyone?
The lady blushes as she speaks.
Lady: I actually have a husband.
Scott Slayer looks angry again.
Scott Slayer: Get the fuck out of here. Security, get rid of this cretin.
Security pushes the lady out of the door and reporters are now looking scared.
Scott Slayer: Alright who’s next? You, in the ridiculous white vest and church pants looking like you’re at a science convention.
Man 1: My question for you is how do you feel about having a WCF Hardcore Championship match at their biggest event, ONE?
Scott Slayer: That’s a very dumb question because everyone should know how I feel. How would you feel if you had a championship match at ONE? Great right? That’s how I feel. I mean this is my first one on one championship match and it’s happening at ONE. It takes people years to earn that spot, but I did it in months. And I’m not talking about some slot on the pre show, or a meaningless match like Adam Young and Mischa Killings, or taking place in some ridiculous wedding. That reminds me of the time when I was on Twitter and Adam Young is making this huge hype about returning to WCF. That’s all that he is. Hype.
Another man in a red sweater and khakis grabs the microphone to speak up about Adam Young.
Man 2: Adam is a former WCF, Six Man, and Tag Team champion. I don’t see how that is all hype.
Scott Slayer is amuses and laughs it off. He then leans into his microphone.
Scott Slayer: See, here’s what’s so funny. You think I actually care about what you have to say. Then you say the past accomplishments of his. Key word, past. He’s just an old dinosaur waiting to be extinct, which he should be. All those things he did in the past. He gloats about him being a former world champion, but I guess he wasn’t good enough to keep it. Now let’s go back on topic and let’s focus about what you all came to see, which is me.
Announcer: Yeah Scott’s right, this is getting off track so let’s-
Scott Slayer: Hey loser, I don’t need your help to calm anyone down.
Announcer: I’m sorry.
Scott Slayer: Next and last question, I don’t have a lot of time to waste.
Shadow begins to communicate with Scott Slayer telepathically.
Shadow: Scott, I’m telling you we have to leave now! It’s not safe. If you get too angry, I take over your body, and when that happens, everyone is put in danger, because all that anger and rage inside of you is bad enough, mix it up with a shadow made out of that, all Hell breaks loose.
Scott Slayer begins speaking telepathically with Shadow.
Scott Slayer: What the- how are you doing that?
Shadow: Our minds, bodies, and souls are bonded together.
Scott Slayer: That’s some freaky shit. But, look Shadow, we’ve gone through this short press conference with no worries. It’s only one more question and we’ll be on our way back home.
Shadow: No, we have to leave now! I’m telling you-
An African-American man in a blue suit and bow tie and brown dress shoes and pants, speaks up, breaking the telepathically speaking between Scott and Shadow.
Man 3: Well, since this is the last question, I have one for you.
Scott Slayer: Lay it on me. Not that way you dirty minded idiots. But, I wouldn’t mind if a girl- you know what just ask the question.
Man 3: My question is that how will this match affect you and Kennedy’s relationship as “family?”
Scott Slayer: Me and Kennedy both know each other very well. We both know that we will do whatever it takes to win or keep a championship. She knows that I’m an unpredictable, cold blooded demon in this shell of skin. I know that she’s cunning, manipulative, and may look like a classy woman when there is something darker in there just begging to break out. Some people say that I will turn on her, that she will turn on me, that we don’t really trust each other. Maybe you guys are right. Maybe, she’s just a pawn in my greater plan, maybe I’m just a scrap of metal in her oil rig, maybe we’re both secretly plotting against one another. Perhaps, I am the better wrestler out of us two. I mean, she did piggyback on my Hardcore Championship match against DW at Payback, just like she piggybacked off of the success of her sister and the rest of her meaningless family. If anything she became Hardcore Champion because of me. That match was supposed to be one on one, but she used her sex appeal to get into the match, maybe she fucked a couple of guys backstage and got herself inserted into the match. When she won DW’s torture stone, I made her win. I’m the one who’s always looking out for her, I’m the reason that she’s accomplished what she has today! You know what maybe everyone is right about Kennedy! What if she is just using me? Just like how she used Estrella in the past, she used her family in the past, and now she’s using me. She can’t do anything on her own. Someone always, always has to be there for her. But, when I get in trouble, when I get bruised and beaten out of my misery, she goes to have sex with Jaice. She’s too busy kissing and fucking it up with Jaice, but when she gets hurt, who does she call? Me. Who makes sure that she’s the best woman’s wrestler here? Me. Who makes sure that know one lays a finger in her? That is still me! Maybe she’s not a real friend! Or maybe she is. I don’t know anymore!
Scot Slayer begins shaking angrily, and a black mist circles around him.
Man 3: Scott-
Scott Slayer: What bitch, what?!
Scott Slayer’s eyes turn red, his hair gets spiky and his voice gets tremendously deeper. Scott looks angry and pissed off. He throws down the microphone, and kicks down the podium. He knocks over the table.
Reporters scream as they’re terrified as what’s going on at the press conference.
Scott Slayer: Huh, what?! Isn’t this who you all wanted to see?! You wanted to see the real me?! This is who you I am! All of you asked for this, and now you’re getting it!
Scott gets up close and personal with the camera and delivers a message to Kennedy.
Scott Slayer: Kennedy, you did this to Scott! You did this to my creator! Scott’s gone because of you! I’ll make you pay! At ONE, Scott will be the least of your damn worries!
Scott punches the camera and storms out of he building as everyone watches in shock.
Day 2: If It Doesn’t Kill You, It Makes You Stronger.
Scott/Shadow is sitting in Scott’s home, in his bedroom writing something in his notebook.
Scott/Shadow: It’s only been one day since the press conference went downhill, but it seems like the whole world is talking about it. People are saying that it was a disgrace, others are saying that it was a publicity stunt, but no one is praising the action. Well fuck them. I don’t give a damn about their approval, and I know Scott wouldn’t care. It’s all Kennedy’s fault that, we, lost our tempers. Maybe I burned one of Scott’s bridges, but it’s for his own good. Until after his match, I cannot let him come out, and let him break my possession of him, he’ll only try to calm me down.
Scott/Shadow puts down the pencil and stops writing.
Scott/Shadow: I’m done writing for now. I think that I made my point.
Scott’s phone rings. It’s one of Scott’s friends, Trey. Shadow disguises his voice and talks to Trey.
Trey: Hey what’s up Scotty?
Scott/Shadow: Hey Trey, what’s going on?
Trey: Nothing much man, just at the club. After what happened yesterday, you deserve a break.
Scott/Shadow: You know I don’t drink alcohol Trey.
Trey: They have non alcoholic drinks.
Scott/Shadow is about to say no, but thinks that Trey’s right. Scott/Shadow reluctantly agrees to go.
Scott/Shadow: Ugh, fine. I guess one night wouldn’t hurt.
Scott/Shadow gets in his car and proceeds to the club. He arrives and the bouncer lets him in as he is a famous pro wrestler. Scott sees Trey and they meet up at the bar.
Trey: Whoah, you really changed your look. Not a bad appearance though. I saw that thing you did live on TV yesterday. I had no idea that my friend was supernatural.
Scott/Shadow: I’m not supernatural. It was just special effects. It was all a publicity stunt. But you can’t tell anybody that.
Trey: Whatever bro.
Trey and Scott spot a black woman staring at Scott while smiling. Scott turns back to Trey.
Trey: Bro, I know you did not just turn away from a gorgeous woman like that. Ask her out or at least talk to her.
Scott/Shadow: After what I did yesterday, I’m keeping a low profile. Besides how do we know she’s not one of those chicks looking for a quick night?
Trey: Whatever man. Here have a drink.
Scott/Shadow: I don’t drink alcohol.
Trey: Come on man. Let loose for once in your life. I guess all that anarchy and rebellious stuff you talk about in WCF is just a pile of lies and shit right?
Scott hops over the bartenders counter and grabs a whole bottle of beer. The bartender tries to get him back over the counter but Scott punches him in the face, knocking him unconscious. He hops on the counter and pours it all in his mouth.
The crowd cheers and Scott seems to be having the time of his life. Scott continues to have drinks and gets drunk.
Scott stops talking as he sees the black woman going into the bathroom. She tells him to follow her.
Trey: Yo, man you alright?
Scott/Shadow: I got to go to the bathroom.
Scott enters the men bathroom and sees her leaning against the wall waiting for him.
Woman: That was quite a show you put on. Maybe I can get a private show of my own?
The woman leans towards Scott seductively and puts her hand onto Scott’s penis.
Scott/Shadow: Whoah, what are you doing? I think we should go slow. Besides, aren’t you scared of me, after what I did on national TV yesterday?
Woman: Darling I only live in the fast lane. You don’t scare me. If anything, I like bad boys, always breaking the rules and breaking the bed.
She and Scott kiss passionately.
Woman: Let’s get out of here. You’re obviously to drunk to drive so we can just go to my place.
Scott/Shadow: What about your car? You’re going to leave it here?
Woman: I don’t live far, plus I have enough recognition around here that no one would ever take my things.
Scott/Shadow: Alright then. Lead the way please.
Scott and the woman leave as Trey spots them.
Trey: What the hell man? What’s going on?
Scott/Shadow: I’ll call you tomorrow bro.
Scott and the woman get into Scott’s car and drive to her place. They arrive and enter her house and immediately go to the woman’s room.
Scott/Shadow: Wait, I didn’t catch your name.
The woman pushes him down on the bed and takes her top off.
Woman: Monica.
Scott and Monica proceed to have intercourse and fall asleep after.
The next morning....
Scott and Monica wake up and begin talking to each other in bed.
Monica: So tell me about this Kennedy girl?
Scott/Shadow: Kennedy brought me into WCF. After her debut I was eating catering and she spots me and smiles at me. After every match I had after that she would smile at me backstage and walk away. We became a force to be reckoned with. But, she kept calling herself the leader when I was obviously the better one out of us. I was going to ask her out, but it was too late. I found out about her and Jaice and almost fell apart. She’s a good wrestler, she may look like a bitch, and talk like one, and act like a spoiled diva with daddy issues, but she can wrestle her ass off. But, I should’ve known that she would turn on me. Everyone kept warning me, and I ignored them but that’s a mistake I’m going to redeem at ONE. She will see that I don’t just talk, that I will become Hardcore Champion. She may be a Queen, but I’m going to burn down her whole kingdom, with her inside it. Speaking of which, I should get to training again.
Scott tries to get up but Monica pushes him back down.
Monica: You know, I’m quite the wrestler. Forget Kennedy, you have me now, and I’m never leaving you alone.
Scott/Shadow: Oh really? Well then show me what you can do wrestler.
The scene fades to black as Scott and Monica make out in bed.
